Crafty Carl Extricates Emily

Emily promised to herself that if she managed to get away with this latest scrape, she would definitely try her best to be good, and to definitely be super careful with her clothes from now on. At least she was lucky to have such good friends around her in her time of need, she thought.

Looking up she could see Sophie, Susan and Vanessa stood in front of her, but Melody had vanished. Where had she gone? It was difficult to see clearly, and even to think back here behind the stage as the air was filled with a smoky haze and the sound of loud music playing on the other side of the curtain separating this area from the brightly lit performance space. Wrinkling her nose, Emily smelled a mixture of oil, sweat and paraffin. If she weren’t standing here with her bottom pressed against the desk, trying to hide her modesty with her left arm crossed across her breasts this would actually be quite exciting! Her right arm was of course trapped behind her; she couldn’t risk moving it for fear of lifting the thin strip of cloth up and exposing herself further.

At least it was quite dark back here, so she felt a little bit hidden, especially as her friends were standing between her and the throngs of various colourful and exotic performers.

Carl suddenly rushed back, and the girls parted to let him through. ‘Okay then, this should do it,’ he shouted over the music, brandishing a pair of spiky tools. ‘Now, I don’t have much time, I have to help Alphonse Alakazam set up in a minute.’ As he spoke he dragged a metal tripod with three stubby black cylinders on top over to the desk. Emily absently watched him uncoil a black cable, but was then distracted by the curtain parting to reveal the stage briefly, and people wearing black shorts and t-shirts dragged a large platform, a set of steps and some other interesting looking props through into the darkness. Then she was blinded, blinking as Carl pushed a round plug into a socket and one of the black metal cylinders burst into incredibly hot, bright light pointing right at her.

‘Okay,’ said Carl. ‘I can see now. Give me your wrist.’

Emily opened her mouth to speak, but found no words. She could hardly see, bathed entirely in this incredibly stark white light, but knew that she was the most brightly lit person in the tent. She obediently held her left wrist out to Carl.

He stared at her for a second. ‘Not that one, girl. The handcuff! Quickly now!’

She felt silly. Of course he wanted the handcuff. She covered her breasts again with her left arm and pulled her right arm to her front. This of course bunched the dress and pulled it up over her tummy. She knew her privates were exposed, but she desperately wanted Carl to free her. He roughly gripped her wrist, lifting it so he could see the lock. Now her dress was pulled up under her boobs, and Emily felt her cheeks blush, even as hot as they were under this uncomfortably hot light. Carl took her other hand away from her boobs, pressing it to the cuff. ‘Hold it here. Hold it still.’ And he went to work with the two spikes.

Emily watched him manipulate his tools, wishing he would go quicker so she might try to cover herself. She blinked in the light, unable to see anything outside of the pool of brightness surrounding her. Melody appeared suddenly, smiling happily. ‘Hey, Emily! I’ve found something to help!’

As Emily looked up into Melody’s face she felt fingers press hard on her nipples. With a gasp she looked down to see a small silver disk stuck on each breast with purple tassels dangling down. ‘Woah, that looks cool!’ Melody grinned. ‘I’m going to find some for me.’ She winked at Emily and vanished into the darkness.

There was a click, and Emily felt the steel bracelet fall away from her wrist. ‘Et, voila!’ Carl exclaimed, stepping back. ‘Okay, wait. I’ll be back in a minute to undo the other one, but at least your wrist is free. I just have to set up for Alphonse.’ And he, too, disappeared outside of the pool of light.

Sophie and Vanessa appeared at Emily’s sides as she rubbed her wrist. ‘Okay,’ Sophie hissed into her ear, ‘let’s hide you for a minute until we can find you some clothes. This way!’

Sophie and Vanessa took Emily’s elbows and led her forward; as soon as she was out of the incredibly bright light she was almost blind. Green and blue shapes floated across her vision, irrespective of whether her eyes were open or closed. She heard a door click open, and she was guided up two steps into a tight box. It smelled musky in here, and she could feel a soft fabric wall in front of her, wooden panels to her sides. ‘Wait in here,’ shouted Sophie, and Emily felt the door click shut behind her, bumping her bottom and pushing her into whatever this cramped space was.

Still blinking her eyes, Emily couldn’t tell if she was still blinded by the light or if she was in an entirely black cabinet of some kind. Suddenly she was **** to hold her hands pressed against the sides to steady herself as whatever she was in seemed to roll sideways, and the loud music became even louder. She had no idea what was going on here, but the sensation of the handcuff hanging from the front of her dress, the loose cuff bouncing off her pussy, reminded her that she was still exposed. Once the box stopped moving she slid the cuff to the back of her dress and pulled the front down over her crotch. Her bottom was still bare, as Carl had only undone the cuff on her wrist, but at least her situation was definitely improving. She was grateful to Sophie and Vanessa for thinking to hide her, and at any second Carl would return, free her from this box, and she could cover herself up again.

Thin shards of light streaked in through the edges of the box suddenly, and Emily could just see through the black cloth that a door beyond it had opened, with bright light beyond that. A loud voice boomed ‘As you can see, the box is completely empty!’

Emily was even more confused. What on earth was happening now? Which box?

The cabinet shook as somebody slapped the side twice with heavy blows, and Emily felt the cloth panel zip to one side as if on a spring.

She was so confused and disoriented that all she could do was hold onto the edges of the box, having completely forgotten that she was only wearing a strip of cloth over her hips and two purple nipple tassels.

‘And now… Please welcome, my beautiful assistant, Elvira the Enchantress!’ the voice boomed again.

The door in front of her swung open, bathing Emily again in bright light. She blinked, blinded once more, aware of loud applause and cheers from what sounded like hundreds of people directly in front of her.