Welcome back, whip fans! It’s time for our third finalist to take to the scaffold. And I think the referee is about to call her up. “Bobbie! Remove your robe and prepare to be secured!” And she’s up the steps before all the words are even out of his mouth! Not only that, her robe isn’t going to make it with her! It’s already undone and is falling back to the ground, as the Mountain stomps aggressively onto the scaffold. She’s not a woman who believes in too much teasing, and nudity seems to be her preferred state. But she still wants to put on a good show, so off she goes, striding up and down, waving her hands to encourage the crowd to cheer. Or even jeer, I don’t think she cares so long as she gets a reaction from them. She has plenty of fans, though. There are many who appreciate a larger woman, and she’s certainly that. Thighs like maple trunks, breasts bigger, and probably heavier, than bowling balls and a bottom the size of Nova Scotia, I can almost feel the scaffold shaking from here as her feet pound up and down it’s wooden boards, and we can certainly see her voluptuous curves wobble and quiver with every violent movement. Oh, she’s stopped and is turning and bending over. What a great view of that multi-title winning arse! It was only three weeks ago that she won the world tawse championship in Glasgow, outlasting her last challenger with her 323rd crack, and I believe I can still see some of the marks. I wonder if that will weaken her today? She’s reaching behind and grabbing her bum cheeks. I wonder if she’s going to...? Yes, she is! She’s pulling them apart and giving the front rows a good look at her most intimate parts! And thanks to our director, who immediately ordered a close-up, everyone else gets to see her anus and hairy vagina on the big screen, and on TV at home. Hope you’re all watching in high definition! She’s got a minute to play with, and I think she’s going to turn her attention to the Rebel and the Wild Woman, dangling helpless as they are. All perfectly within the rules as long as she doesn’t harm them. That’s the flagellator’s job. She makes no secret of being a dyke who loves a bit of girl flesh, and those two do look very tempting! It looks like Barb’s going to get the treatment first. Yes, there she goes, pushing herself up against the poor helpless little thing! The Rebel’s perky breasts are dwarfed by the Mountain’s gigantic udders! Boy, did someone forget to milk that heifer this morning? And Barb’s flat six-pack is taking a pounding from that big blubbery belly. Bobbie has one hand on those pert little boobies, and the other buried between Barb’s thighs. Her fingers seem to be getting very busy down there. We’re not sure whether Barb’s enjoying the attention, on account of her mouth being smothered by Bobbie’s in a very aggressive forced French kiss. We do know, though, from the many ex-lovers of both sexes who’ve been selling their stories as the Rebel climbed the ranks of professional BDSM, that she isn’t that choosy over who gets to share her bed and her body, so chances are she’s already making plans to invite the Mountain over for a private training session sometime! The Wild Woman, though, is as straight as they come. She’s been staring at the scene in horror, probably hoping they’ll get so caught up in their debauched perverted act that the Mountain will forget about her. Oops, sorry Eulalia, looks like you’re out of luck! Yes, she’s broken off her embrace with Barb, leaving the US national champion gasping as she hangs in her restraints. Now she’s bearing down on the Scottish lass, who’s cussing and shouting loudly, albeit incoherently. I can just about make out every fifth word. “Touch me..kill you...disgusting...cunny munching...perverted...bitch!” or something like that. It’s funny how her accent gets so much thicker the more passionate she gets! She’s also hauling at her chains frantically. She really ought to know by now, there’s no way she can get out of them. She’s been chained up in them often enough. Bobbie’s shut her up immediately by mashing her lips to Eulalia’s, and she’s also grabbed a tit in each hand. Oh, now she’s squeezing those lovely Scottish nipples into hard points and rubbing them against her Canadian milk teats. Eulalia really doesn’t like that...but not as much as she dislikes THAT! The Mountain’s right hand has shot between those obscenely spread thighs and two fingers appear to have been thrust right into her pubic Saltire! Luckily for her, Bobbie hasn’t got long before she has to submit herself to the cuffs, but I think she’s got time for a final trick. Yes, she’s turning round, she’s bending over...she’s twerking Eulalia! That big fat sweaty rump is being rubbed all over her soft smooth skin! Oh, now Eulalia, that wasn’t very nice, was it? Spitting onto each of Bobbie’s bum cheeks! She was only trying to give you a bit of pleasure before your worlds all dissolve into a blur of agonising pain. But the Mountain isn’t bothered, or at least, doesn’t have time to be. She’s back up and standing before her flagellator, a dark haired hunk this time, holding out her wrists. He’s buckling her in, and I think she’s going to say something to the crowd. “He’d better make these good and tight. There’s a LOT of weight going to be hanging from them!” Well, I can’t argue with that! And as the Mountain is hauled into place and her thighs pulled apart for the ankle cuffs – which, by the way, shows everyone the drops of moisture now decorating her thick pubic thatch, thank you again for the close-up, Mr Director – it’s time for another break. And then it’ll be the UK’s other hope in this competition who’ll be taking up the final place on the scaffold. Don’t go away!