Mary Petra holds on tight

CRACK RIPP!

Mary Petra screamed and clung fearfully to the chains holding her seat. She slid downwards. She prayed fervently that the seat belt would keep her in place.

Her abdomen slid downwards, her legs dangling freely in the air.

Didn't Mr. Trapp notice her plight? Why didn't he do anything to save her? The journey became faster and wilder. She was carried higher and higher. She kicked her legs more and more vigorously.

The wind brought tears to her eyes. She could only vaguely see the world rushing past her. She could somehow make out that none of the other passengers had any problems. They were all having fun and dancing happily in the wind.

She had lost her sense of fun. She grabbed on tightly and hoped that the ordeal would end soon.

Then she became aware of it. Slowly and barely noticeably at first, but still unmistakably, the centrifugal forces began to tug at her clothes. The outer garment and undershirt were securely in place around her upper body and blew stormily around her legs. The shoes were firmly buckled, but they seemed as heavy as lead and pulled her feet outwards.

Her knickers, however, had nothing to hold them in place. The elastic waistband stretched and threatened to lose its fight against gravity.

The nun in distress squirmed and writhed, but nothing helped. Inch by inch, the delicate garment slipped over her bottom. She desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together, but she couldn't manage anything during the frantic journey.

Flop. The briefs had left her foxy curves behind and were hurtling downwards. They briefly caught on her knees, slithered along her calves, clung to her shoes and fluttered funny like a little pink pennant so that everyone watching could clearly see what Mary Petra was just about to lose.

She doggedly tried to hold on to the little piece of fabric with her feet. It was hopeless. The panties tore loose, blew high into the sky and disappeared from her view.

The carousel came to a standstill and her soles touched the ground. Mary Petra blinked in confusion. What had happened? A moment ago she had been hurtling through the air in mortal fear and now she was sitting safely and seemingly untouched on the gently swaying chair. It took her a conscious effort of will to release her cramped hands from the sturdy chains. She got out with her knees trembling.

Mr. Trapp came trundling towards her with a worried expression.

"Are you not feeling well? You look a little pale."

Mary Petra shook her head timidly. Had she imagined it all? She looked back at her seat, which was rocking innocently and completely intact.

"No, no. Everything's fine," she assured him, without being convinced herself. She didn't want to cause a stir. And above all, she didn't want to talk to anyone about what she had experienced - or thought she had experienced. In particular, she would never mention to anyone that she thought she had lost her knickers.

She walked away slowly and thoughtfully with uncertain steps. Was it just her imagination or did it really feel unusually free and fresh down there?