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Chapter 10 by ldnldn ldnldn

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They all dance like puppets

“Ok, fine. But now how are we going to get down from here?” asked Laura.

“Well, we could scream- AAAAAAAAH!”

“AAAAAHIE!”

The ropes around the investigators’ ankles began to drag them down. A struggle ensued between the pulleys and the hook, with the fabric of the leotards getting stretched in-between both women’s legs. The ropes managed to win the tug of war, and the garments were ripped in twain.

The bottom parts of the leotards remained on the hook while the two investigators were dragged bare-assed to the stage. Thanks to the pulley system controlling their limbs like marionettes, they reached the wooden floor with no further complications. The ropes pulled back and **** them to stand next to Millia in pretty much the same pose. Their three hairless crotches standing side by side as if inviting comparison from the crowd.

Laura's jaw dropped below her chin. If her knees could move, they would be shaking like maracas. There she was, standing bottomless in front of the crème of the crop. Sure, she was better off than the completely naked Millia, but still…

“Errr, can we call it a truce?” Laura told Millia. “How do we turn this thing off?”

“Err… We can’t… it’s pre-programmed.”

“…Crap.”

The music blared from the speakers around the stage. Smoke machines spewed ice-cold vapor around the girls to prevent any of the other dancers from helping their (underknown to them) traitor. As the counterweights pulled the legs of the dancing troupe up, the public shrugged. They pretty much concluded that this was all part of the show.

“No, no, no! Bad pulley, put my leg down! Eeek! Please stop staring!” Annie yelled, her squeals drowned by the loud rendition of the can-can song by Offenbach.

“Err,” a beet red Millia turned to Annie, her head dripping with cold sweat. Her legs now fully immersed in the routine and kicking high in the air. The slightly scandalized public gasped rhythmically every time they got a glance of the women’s unmentionables. “D-d-do you really think I’ll make a good engineer? I’m thinking about switching careers.”

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