Ultimately, Steph's strength and chance of escape beat out the others options. It wasn't a good shot by any means, but it was the best they had.
"Wish me luck..." Steph said as she slithered out towards the witch. The timing couldn't have been more perfect: the buxom magician was on all fours before her captive audience, deep in thought on which should be the first two to compete. Her backside was turned up in the air, exposing most of her fat ass to the open air. Only a thin string of fabric panties protected the modesty of her asshole and pussy, but it would be trivial for Steph to get through and unleash some blows from within.
Such sensitive points seemed like ideal targets but her head would also be pretty easy to get to. She could climb up the witch's nose or into her mouth. It would involve more risk, but direct strikes to the head would provide a better opportunity of knocking her out. After considering for a few more moments, Steph...