You Escape

You struggle with all of your might to free yourself from the straitjacket, fighting against the disorientation of being upside and the spin-induced nausea your efforts cause. Behind you, you can hear the clacking of the great wheel slowing.

A bell dings when the wheel stops, but you're wrestling too hard with the jacket to notice. You _do _hear the imp announce "Bukkake!" however. The audience roars with joy. You're not sure what that is exactly, and you don't want to find out.

Luckily, you're double-jointed, and with a little concentrated effort, you're able to slide one of your arms free from the heavy jacket's sleeve. From there, you manage to slide the canvas jacket over your head. It drops to the stage floor with a resounding thump.

"There's still the ankles!" The imp reminds you, he glances over at a large hourglass beside the stage. It looks like only half the time remains.

It's an exhausting work-out, but you manage to crawl your hands down your legs and get to work on the manacles. It's a supremely undignified position, dangling, doubled over with your ass on display for the cat-calling crowd. You work tirelessly on the heavy knot of buckles and straps swallowing your ankles.

The imp and the crowd begin an excited countdown from 20 seconds!

Slippery with sweat, you manage to loosen the manacles enough to slip your feet free by the 8 count.

With dexterity previously unknown to you, you catch hold of the manacles as you free yourself, landing gracefully on your feet with a bit of a flourish. Quickly you unbuckle the wide ball gag and drop it triumphantly to the floor.

As the countdown is replaced by approving cheers _and _disappointed groans, you strike a daring pose and mug for the crowd.

The lights in the theater come up and the door on the far side opens. It seems you've won again!

As you're climbing down from the stage the imp approaches you. He flashes a large golden ticket from his pocket and asks "Push your luck?"