Annie tries to turn things around with the dancer

“That’s different! Millia’s plan is minutes away from being completed! Face it, we lost,” Laura shouted from above the ongoing play.

No, this could not be the end! There had to be another way. Annie’s emeralds eyes examined her surroundings. There, two beams below her, there was a control panel of sorts. She could probably use it to foil Millia’s plan.

But how was she going to get to it? Try as she might, she was still dangling from that annoyingly sturdy hook, not to mention the rope secured around her ankles and wrists.

Annie was surrounded by all the other pulleys and counterweights of the fly system. Maybe they were connected to the ropes tied to her body? The redhead kicked her left leg, and yes! Some of the other ropes moved! She could work with that. “Hmmm, don’t be so certain Laura, I have an idea!”

Annie saw Millia’s target on the stage below. She was doing a complex set of jumps and pirouettes that ultimately ended on a big X marked on the floor…. Huh, how did they miss that? Millia was behind her and barely holding together her laughing fit.

Right, it was do or die. Annie jerked her leg back, and by the incredible system of interconnected pulleys, a counterweight swiveled left and hit a lever in the control panel. A smoke machine behind Millia spewed an ice-cold gust into her behind, prompting the woman to jump forward with a squeal.

Millia accidentally overtook the lead with her panicked hop, cutting her routine off. Her feet were now squarely placed above the X, which sank into the ground with a click. Millia looked up, her eyes wide open. “…Crap.”

A legion of tiny hooks descended from the roof and latched onto Millia’s leotard. They swiftly retracted, tearing the garment into a million pieces. Shaking fingers were quick to grab her pale nipples in a tenuous hold, the dancer’s knees bending to try and hide her hairless sex.

Millia looked down at her own nimble body with incredulity. Y-yep, the leotard was truly gone, its shreds resting around her feet. This could not be happening, could it? I-it was a nightmare, right?! She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with the hundreds of astonished spectators….

“EEEEEECK!” Millia squealed and tried to move away, but too late. Lassos of expertly tied rope had snared her limbs with **** precision. Her hands were cruelly taken away from her apple breasts, her ankles similarly pulled apart as well. Millia was **** to stand with her arms and legs at her side, exposing every part of her lithe body.

Meanwhile, back on top, Annie looked back at Laura and raised her thumb. “Mission accomplished.”

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“See? If we got out of that one, we can get out of this one!”

“I think your memory is a bit incomplete, Annie. I wouldn’t say that we managed to get out of that one exactly.”

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