The fountain

Contemplating the fountain something struck me. The top was fluted to look like an unopened flower. It might be a tight squeeze but...

Decision made I hefted the frozen Rachel and moved her over to the fountain. For a moment I wondered how to get the stream of frozen water out of the way but simply brushing it aside seemed to work fine.

Carefully I postioned Rachel over the spout then pushed her down onto it. As I'd thought, it was a tight fit but I soon had a good six inches of the fountain head inside her pussy.

Next I swiped a few more sets of shoe laces and bound her legs tightly to the fountain so even if she struggled hard (and I was hoping she would) she'd get no more than four inches of the spout out of her.

Stepping back and giving her a considering look I decided she needed to show a little more downstairs. Retrieving the shears I set to work and soon he skirt was little more than a belt to which her arms were still tied.

As an after thought I took her panties from her head and shoved them into her mouth.

Stepping back I admired my handiwork for a time then returned to my previous position and restarted time.

Rachel let out a loud shriek as she felt the water thrust up inside her. Her panties muffled it a lot but she still drew a lot of attention, writhing half naked on the fountain spout.