The girls get their hands on the crowd

With a snap, Bonnie's left hand broke free. The clothes-dissolving water had eaten away not only her underwear, but the ropes binding her to the post!

Hastily, she pulled her right hand free. "Stop that," barked Miss Trickett, as the ginger-haired tomboy bent over to unfasten the ropes around her ankles. "Targets aren't allowed to run away!"

Bonnie, free from her bonds, but still stark naked in front of dozens of people, took a moment to consider her options. She could flee, but that would mean abandoning Susie to a shameful fate. Plus, she'd still be naked. She clasped her arms across her breasts and pussy, though it was far too late to prevent her audience from getting a good long look.

Then, ignoring the jeers and wolf-whistles, she ran over to the bench that stood between her and the audience. Underneath it was a large, curiously bubbling water tank, attached to a long length of hose with a spraying attachment at the end. Bonnie grabbed the hose, squeezed the trigger and saw a powerful jet of water shoot into the air.

She smiled.