The mayor stepped forward to address the crowd as he stood beside Romy's naked, bound form.
"Folks, we have here this new vagina in our midst. She can really take the pain and enjoy the pleasure, can't she? Did you see those orgasms she had? Mmmnn. Mmm. Truly remarkable, Romy." She could only whimper in response, and I wondered again about the false promise not to damage her body.
He smiled and joined in another round of applause. I stood by Romy's side as she lay exhausted on the wooden table, looking at her with pride and concern.
Her dark curls were plastered to her brow and cheeks with perspiration, and her eyes looked tired and panicked now. The Scarlet Sadists came and unhooked the rings in her nipples, labia, and clitoris, and she assumed this meant she would be released from bondage and her suffering would be over. However, she remained bound to the table, and the mayor wasn't finished at the microphone. His next announcement elicited a woeful groan from Romy's lips.
"Now for our final event, the Gangbang. You've all seen Romy whipped and fucked. Now it's your turn. Would any men who want to fuck our festival queen please come forward and form a line in front of me?"
People in the hall began to move in different directions: some to the bleachers to sit and watch, some men into the line for the gangbang, and some men who tied women to the bondage furniture placed around the floor.
"I don't want to be fucked again," Romy whined. "Haven't I suffered enough? You saw what they did to me. And why didn't you stop them?" she added petulantly.
I was relieved that I didn't have to answer her because the Sadists had released a catch under the wooden table that held the top section in place. It flopped down and slid back under the main part of the table, leaving Romy's head hanging down backwards. The mayor was organizing a line of men from the crowd, the first of whom came right up to her and stuck his penis into her mouth, forcing the head of his cock right to the back of her throat.
As the gang fucking of her mouth began, a husky naked farm lad with a huge penis approached the wooden table. The rear section had also been flopped down and slid under the top to provide standing access to her pussy. As the farm lad stood between her outstretched legs and introduced his cock into her cunt, I saw close up the marks of the punishments they had inflicted on her naked body.
The welts from her whipping were still clearly visible on her belly, breasts, and pussy mound. Although the bamboo rods and cable ties had been removed from her breasts, they were still red and swollen. Worst of all was her cunt. Her plump, symmetrical pussy lips were now raw red and distended, punctured with steel rings. Her clitoris ring had been pulled up by the tension on the electric cords and heated with electric current so that her clit was now twice its size, distended and inflamed after its abuse.
In spite of all the fucking Romy and I had done before we came to Johnson, and in spite of how familiar I was with her luscious body, she seemed different now. The body being pounded under the farm boy seemed older yet charged with more sexual energy than anything I'd ever experienced with Romy.
Her face wasn't visible because her head was thrown back over the side of the table with a man's penis thrusting in her mouth. The presence of the man himself, a well built middle aged man with a shock of brown pubic hair and a long cock shaft, made the woman being screwed on the table seem somehow both alien and still familiar to me.
As each man fucking Romy's mouth or cunt ejaculated into her, the mayor assigned the next man in line to replace him. Some who found themselves between her outstretched thighs decided to invade her anus instead of her vagina, so both orifices soon ran white with semen.
The line was long, a testament to the power of fresh pussy and the enthusiasm of men in Johnson for sex, and I began to understand why the sheriff had so casually asked us on the road whether she was willing to share her vagina. Would she have agreed if she had known what they had in store for her in Johnson? I wasn't at all sure.
Suddenly the crowd was startled by a loud bang from the rear of the hall, and the double doors in the service entrance flew open. To my astonishment, a great sorrel horse and rider burst into the arena, followed by three others. All activity stopped as the crowd stared in shocked silence before the first excited whispers began: "It's The Four Horsemen".
Dressed in working cowboy clothes, they wheeled their horses around and around the table where Romy was bound, scattering the lines of men at her mouth and cunt, and sending people in the crowd running in all directions.
A few panicked revelers headed for the exit and the change rooms, but most of the audience ended up in seats high in the bleachers, including the mayor and sheriff, so I assumed they were not totally frightened at this intrusion. I found that I was frightened not for myself but instead for Romy who lay helplessly bound on the fuck table.
The first Horseman must have been six and a half feet tall and robust in his physique. He dismounted and, throwing off his clothes, mounted Romy. Without hesitation, he pushed the head of his huge penis into her vagina, a monster cock that dwarfed any currently on display in the hall.
The story in the locker room was true. There were indeed Four Horsemen who roamed the Land of the Giant Penis, and one was right in front of me now, ravishing my Romy with his monster penis. She groaned as she felt the great length and girth of the Horseman's cock sliding up her cum-filled cunt and filling her vagina completely.
Some of the women in the bleachers shrank into the arms of their men folk and bit their nails nervously. I expect some of them had previously been forced to experience that same giant prick that now rammed itself deep into Romy's vagina. Those women knew themselves what pain and pleasure such a fucking with an enormous cock brought them.
The ramming and reaming of Romy's cunt continued for a long time as the Horseman prolonged his pleasure, slapping her tits and pinching her voluptuous thighs until they had purple bruises. He was cheered on by the other three Horsemen who whooped and waved their Stetson hats. Orgasm eventually ended his ride on her prostrate form as he roared out his sexual release and filled her vagina to overflowing with his thick cum.
When he climbed off the table, he released her from her bonds while the second Horseman dismounted. This next one was even taller and heavier than the first. His long, severe face featured a drooping moustache and a widow's peak under his hat, and his narrow, darting eyes threw a menacing look up and down Romy's naked body. Then he threw off his boots, jeans, shirt, and underwear in short order to reveal his cock and balls. These were also bigger than the first Horseman's, a human male cock that came erect to a full nine inches with a baseball-sized scrotum dangling below.
Romy was sitting up and rubbing her sore wrists and ankles on the table. She was trying to jump off when the second Horseman leaped onto the table in one bound and grabbed her. He lay back on the table and bounced her up on his torso to face him, spinning her around and forcing her cunt down on his cock. She threw her head back in pain at the sudden distension of her vagina as his penis plowed its way into her sheath and began a forceful thrusting upwards.
He pulled her down close to him to nibble her ears and squeeze her breasts lustily. Some folk left the security of their bleacher seats to get a closer look, being careful not to spook his horse as it nickered and pranced nervously beside the table where its rider was reaming Romy's cunt.
Between her creamy white buttocks that jiggled with each thrust of his penis, Romy's clutching labia perfectly framed his cock as it hammered methodically in and out of her cunt like a piston.
Then he stopped his thrusting and spun her around on his crotch without withdrawing from her pussy. He resumed his unrelenting thrusting, holding open her cunt lips so we could all see how his penis was abusing her vagina. She screeched with each thrust deep into her cunt, and we could feel how the flaring great head of his cock was banging painfully against her cervix.
Like the first Horseman, the second could not prolong orgasm forever. He roared out his climax in a flurry of furious pushes of his giant cock up between the swollen lips of Romy's cunt, covered with her dark pussy fur now curly and wet with sweat. Great gobs of semen flowed out between her cunt lips as he ejaculated with a muffled bellow, and he cast her off his crotch like a rag doll when he had finished fucking her. As she lay sobbing on her side, he jumped off the table and began to dress.
The third Horseman remained on his steed, a magnificent black animal with an elaborately tooled saddle. Somehow he managed in an athletic way to remove his clothing while still mounted. The first Horseman took his clothes and placed them in a pile on the table, and then grabbed Romy's leg and pulled her off the table. Finding herself suddenly standing upright, the Horsemen didn't give her long to wonder what would happen next.
The first Horseman held her up by the waist while the third leaned down from his horse, gripping her under her arms and lifting her into the saddle in front of him. He was even taller than the second Horseman and sported a magnificent erection that stuck straight up from his crotch to his navel, a good ten inches of male organ. The head flared out at its base to two inches around, and I wondered how Romy would manage to accommodate it in her cunt.