And we’re back! We’re waiting for the referee to call our next finalist up to be stripped and restrained, and since that’s going to be the Wild Woman of the Woods, I think we’ve got plenty to look forward to!
“Eulalia! Remove your robe and prepare to be secured!”
And here she comes, carrying the hopes of her Celtic nation on her slim shoulders. She mounts the scaffold and takes centre stage, just where she loves to be. She’s untying the belt of her robe, but she isn’t opening it, no, not yet. Yes, there she goes, strutting up and down the stage, blowing kisses to the crowd. And don’t they all love her! And isn’t the Rebel looking daggers at her as she works the crowd to get them on her side.
But there’s no stopping her. She’s dropping the right shoulder of her robe. Now the left shoulder, and yes...her breasts are free! And what a lovely pair they are! The Rebel certainly has competition there! She struts another circuit of the scaffold to give everyone in the stadium, and watching at home, a really good view. I think her tactics are clear – while Barb was telling the audience she’d be quite happy if her flagellator fucked her right there, on the scaffold, in front of the whole stadium and the world wide TV audience, Eulalia’s saying I’ll go much better. I’ll let every single one of you in here fuck me, one after the other!
We all know what’s coming next, don’t we? And here it is! With a flick of her wrists, the robe flies off and flutters to the wooden floor of the scaffold. The Wild Woman stands naked before us, and boy what a treat she had under that robe!
In contrast to the Rebel, she’s let her pubic hair grow, well, wild. But it has had some attention – she, or someone very intimate with her, has been busy with the dye. Eulalia’s muff is a perfect blue and white Saltire!
As you can hear, the crowd love it. She’s walking up and down the scaffold thrusting her crotch out and pointing at it with both fingers, looking immensely pleased with herself. But she’s only got thirty seconds to get herself restrained, so she’d better look lively.
Ah yes, she turns to her flagellator, a handsome blonde young man, who’s patiently holding out her restraints. She’s walking up to him...she’s put her left hand between his groin...she’s having a really good feel...and she’s turning her head to the crowd. Oh my word! She’s holding up her other hand, with her thumb and forefinger only a few millimeters apart! What’s that she said? I’m told by our scaffold-side reporter it was “micro-cocked sassenach”! Well, If she wants him riled up, that’s the way to go about it!
Now she lets the poor guy go and stands back, holding out her hands. What did she say then? I’m told it was “get on with it, you big stupid bum bandit”! Clearly her tactic is to show she has no fear and can even antagonise her flagallator. Well, all the strokes are supposed to be of equal strength to make the contest fair, but I can’t help wondering if the Wild Woman’s might have a little more sting in them today.
The wrist cuffs are being buckled and she almost skips to her spot beneath the frame, spreading her feet for her ankles to be cuffed in place. And don’t you love that arrogant contemptuous flick of her shoulders length brown hair.
It looks like she’s going to speak again. Oh my! “I’m ready, you pencil-dicked shit-shover!” Well, the meaty slaps her much-abused flagellator have just landed on each bum cheek shut her up, and may have made her think she’s just gone too far.
We’re off for another break, and when we come back we have a big girl to get naked and to string up. And I mean, a BIG girl! Don’t miss it!
