Lucky Lucy Suspended

Lucky Lucy described her final escape to another sold-out show of her act at the Lyric Theatre.

"I will be stringently bound in rope suspended beneath a two-ton wrecking ball wrapped in barbed wire, the wrecking ball itself suspended by rope from a winch in the stage rafters. I'll start with a foot on the ground but the winch will be slowly lifting me and the wrecking ball ever higher. When the ball reaches the winch it will trigger a cut-off mechanism, not as you might expect for the winch, but rather for the rope! So if I fail to escape before that happens yours truly will become a squashed mess of blond escape artist."

Lucy grinned as the audience applauded excitely, only to gape as she realized they were reacting to an appearance of her nemesis, Silencieux. He was holding up a sign which read, "Want to see me make Lucy's clothes disappear?" She scowled. He raised his cane like a gun. Lucy heard a thwump and felt the sting of something thudding into her plump rump. She looked down and blinked at the dart before crumpling to the stage like a rag doll.

The naughty mime took a pair of sewing shears out of his jacket and began cutting away her costume. It was terribly humiliating. She was fully awake but unable to move a muscle or say a word to thwart him. Moments later she was naked but for gold thong which he thankfully left in place. He dropped the shears to the stage and held up another sign which read, "Want to see the act continue?" The crowd roared a feverish approval and before long her body dangled limply in the proposed shibari bondage. The mime even had the gall to grope a breast before pulling out his dart.

Suddenly she could move and speak again. "Sil, you fiend, you won't get away with... help... hrrmphh!"

Silencieux gagged her with a green kerchief and winked. He gave her ass a slap, started the winch, bowed to the audience and exited stage left with a satisfied smirk. The frenzied response mixed with catcalls made it clear that the crowd thought the mime's appearance and resulting deathtrap were all part of the act.

The winch motor hummed to life and the huge steel ball wrapped in barbed wire above her began to rise. She gulped as her bound body began to follow. The usual method of escape involved implements she kept secreted in her costume. What was she going to do now? Her brow furrowed. The shears on the floor!

She tried to grab the shears with her foot but they were out of reach. Could she brush them to her foot with the trail of voluminous long blond hair? Her flesh gyrated as she shook her head, frantically trying sweep the cutting utensil to her curling toes. The shears moved scant inches. The audience murmured, captivated by the sight of curvaceous contours careening desperately about. She gulped. Only seconds were left before the winch would raise her too high to have any chance of reaching the shears. She broke a frenzied hot sweat as she arched her back more and strained every fiber of her being to try again.

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