The crowd gets its hands on the girls

Miss Trickett made no attempt whatsoever to prevent the licentious mob from swarming over the ****, exposed, tied-up girls, tearing them down from the bondage posts and groping them silly as they squealed and tried to wriggle away. Totally nude and helpless before the strength of the lustful crowd, there was nothing they could do to prevent dozens of hands, both female and male, from squeezing their breasts and pulling their hair and fondling their thighs and groping their bottoms and pinching their nipples and tickling their ribs and fingering their pussies and generally having a tremendous amount of fun at their expense.

"Eek," squealed Susie, as she was passed up toward the bench. "Put me down! Stop!"

"No!" howled Bonnie. "Don't touch me there! That's not allowed! Hank! I know that's you!"

But there was no escape. Eventually, all five girls were bent over the shooting-gallery bench, stark naked with their round bottoms in the air, pinned down by the strength of dozens of eager hands. And then, to the girls' immense chagrin and discomfort, they were spanked well beyond the point of tears by dozens more strong hands, firmly slapping their upturned buttocks until they glowed bright red, while dozens of mocking voices told them what naughty girls they were.

And, finally, they had to be fucked. So five boys lined up to do it. Hank had Bonnie. Ben had Susie. Doc Topper had Mayor Peggy. Two complete strangers from what might have been South America agreed to take on Nina and Petra. Both of them turned out to have quite large penises, so that worked out well.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the girls, five cheerleaders stepped forward. Five cheerleader skirts were raised. Five pretty cheerleader pussies were pressed against five **** mouths, and the command came down to lick.

Now, Bonnie Driscoll couldn't think of two people she hated more in the entire world than Anne-Marie Patchett and Hank the football player. So being bent over a bench, stark naked, licking Anne-Marie's wet pussy while the cheerleader queen laughed and pulled her hair, and Hank smacked her hot red ass while he fucked her from behind, was just as exquisitely degrading as you'd think it would be.

But that didn't stop her from cumming at least five or six times. In fact, it probably helped.

Quite some time later, five stark naked girls were expelled from the front door of the shooting-gallery tent into the middle of Sideshow Alley. They were sweaty, sticky and dishevelled, covered in sex juices, with bright red bottoms. For a brief, shining moment of peace, nobody noticed them.

Then a voice with an inexplicably Irish lilt rang through the crowd.

"Hey, look, everyone! Those girls are NAKED!"

Instantly, hundreds of heads swivelled. Ribald laughter rang out. Spotlights mounted on high towers swivelled to fix the girls in all their naked glory, ensuring they were and would remain the centre of attention.

Bonnie whimpered, grabbed Susie's hand and took off running in a random direction, pursued by cries of "Who SPANKED you?" and "Don't forget you're NAKED!". It was going to be a long time before she lived this down.