"Of course not"

MacKenzie realized that the she had been tricked almost as soon as she replied "Of course not" to the question of whether she want to get custard on her panties. She heard whispering and then Amanda saying in a loud voice the audience 'Ladies, I have just been informed that MacKensie has asked to do part of her "escape" act in the nude. If she does not free herself before the timer runs out she wants to be stripped naked, still bound - of course - and then struggle a bit more to escape, encouraged by some peril if she fails. As this is her idea, and I had not planned for this the only peril I have available at the moment is the custard peril, but I am sure we could come up with some interesting possiblities if this turns out to be popular. Can I have a show of hands to know if you want to see MacKenzies act ? - Wow - it looks as if it is definately going in - OK, MacKenzie - start stuggling".

Knowing that her time was now running out, MacKenzie pulled at the fishnet tights which were binding her body into an arch with her shoulder and feet on the floor and her hips pushing upwards. The problems was that Amanda was partly right - MacKenzie had an image in her head of sitting, naked, in the escapolgy chair, with Amanda taking her freedom away, one knot at a time, and once she was completely helpless, teasing her anywhere she wanted - or tied in the same chair, dressed only in a bikini, with Amada toying with the strings, stripping her without freeing her.

She could even think of some interesting punishments for failing to escape, but there was no way she was going to tell Amanda about any of them, not even if she was tied nude in the chair, and Amanda was tickling her erogenous bits with a feather to make her talk.

Distracted by these thoughts, and because escape was impossible anyway, MacKenzie had made no progress to towards freedom when a bell rang to indicate that her time was up.

MacKenzie did not know which girl, or girls removed her panties, but they were gentle, and the care they took not to touch anything beyond the minimum needed to get the job done only made MacKenzie more aware that she was fully on display now. MacKenzie did not know if the girls were surprised at how her fishnet tights co-operated with her strip, but she had not doubts that she would end up with her panties completely removed without her ever getting a chance to escape.

She was also aware that she had been in a difficult yoga pose, one which should be out of her league, for a long time, and yet she had not cramped. She actually found it was easier to be in the most embarassing pose, and she had to put in effort is she wanted to make her mound less prominent. The magic must be doing this, and she wondered if it would help at her yoga classes. Gloria, a blonde Amazon, was the undoubted Queen of Yoga and nobody would dare take her on, but MacKenzie knew the other girls could be quite catty, and not beyond taking it out in the showers on someone who was suddenly very good at doing the splits or putting her arms up behind her back, but was otherwise of below average strength in that group.

The timer started again, and MacKenzie struggled again - but her thoughts were on the watching girls - the ones who had a close up view, although she was aware that there were hundreds of girls a little further away who had still need her naked. Who were they ? Could they see how excited she was ? When was someone going to touch her ?

Time passed, both quicly and slowly, and suddenly MacKenzie could feel cold custard pouring over her body, covering her from thighs to tits.

"Well - it looks as if struggling is more your thing than escaping - though the audience don't seem to mind", said Amanda, "but how are we going to get you cleaned up ?"