Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[gagged_Louise]

If anyone had said in the morning this could possibly happen at an escape artist show she would have merrily laughed it off. But grabbed first by a man of the audience and then - with the host ordering it! - by a stage guard and stripped, chained and silenced with a kind of gag she had only heard of from sleazy porn movies which she had barely even seen - what was going on? She was being treated like a foul robber and stripped almost naked in front of an audience that now seemed to smile at the idea of seeing her humiliated. A fierce sense of shock washed through the kneeling Louise.

"Uuummghh! MMMMGHH!!" she offered as the Host outlined her idea of the offence she had committed. She heard herself: pitiful, like an animal. The inner protrusion of the cock gag filled much of her mouth and forced her tongue to lick it, the outer one jutted an obscene five inches out, and she felt the padlock tightly pressed against her hair. They had trapped her too.

As she listened to her alternatives, she felt confused and agonized. If she refused to take any part in this, she would be chained and caged in the basement for the rest of the show, possibly till next morning (didn't seem to be the first priority to set her free as soon as they were finished here so she could tell a newspaper, she mused).. But how far could she trust that they would only do that. One or more of the guards might abuse her, rape her, she might even be whisked away to some other place.

Louise tugs at the rope binding her hands behind her back and thinks it over: If I stay up here, at least I'll be able to witness what happens and they won't be able to harm me still worse... And afterwards I can tell the police, if it turns out real bad. These bitches must be brought to justice. You're a witness now!

She's aware that if she agrees to stay and - the thought sickens her - she licks this woman's boot, she will have to help others apply more restraints to Miss Pan Teer, but dimly she thinks:if it gets really barbaric and bestial I'll say no.

With the shock, fear and submerged excitement washing through her, she is too drained and confused to admit that if she doesn't say no now, will there be a place she could say no and stand up to it down the line?

"Do you want to be a sensible lady and see the show? Are you thinking of surrendering and letting us get on with the performance, Miss?" the Host asks, stretching every syllable of the word "performance" a bit. "Or will you agree to be dumped bound and silenced in the nice, deep basement of this theatre?"

Louise mumbles into the gag.- drool and tears drip over her cheeks. She wants to stand up and be a martyr, but is it worth it? And something in this scene is making a pull on her, too.

She flushes heavily. Secretly hating herself, she bends down, puts her head tilted close to the tip of the woman's right boot. She can't properly kiss it, but she rubs her lower lip against the shiny black .

"Good girl." The host turns to the guard. "Take her away and make her ready for her duties. And do not leave the slut ungagged at any time unless it is because she seems to need another cock to suck."

The last remark sends the audience into a roar of laughter, and Louise into a new flash of weary shock. With muted, wide eyes she looks up at the legs of the woman.

"Get up, you dumb whore" the guard growls at her and she feels the leash chain being unfastened from the bolt in the floor and tugged upwards. With a hard grunt, she gains her height and he begins marching her off stage..