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7:15pm

Gradually, the theater began to fill. First the audience came in drips and drabs, but as the time drew nearer, more and more people began to file in, wandering down the aisles and noisily shuffling past one another, trying to find their seats. Practically the entire student body had turned up to watch the show, and a fair amount of the faculty was also in attendance. This was probably down to the fact that they’d all gotten a considerable discount on their ticket prices, but even so, it was encouraging.

There were plenty of other people from the outer community, too, who had generously decided to come along and support their local university. Some were probably alumni that had fond memories of their time on campus, and some were perhaps partners or friends of the current student population, but many of them appeared to be just random members of the public, that had either been handed a flyer in the street or had seen a poster on one of the many bus shelters around town.

‘I’ve never seen it this full before,’ said Clair nervously, staring out from the wings.

‘I know,’ Alice smirked. ‘It’s going to be great. Did you find anything?’

Clair shook her head. She’d just returned from the squat box at the far end of the theater, where a murky figure was now busying himself behind the darkened glass of a full-length window. It was the sound and lighting studio, and Alice had sent her there on a recognizance mission to try and figure out how to work the aerial wires, but the brief she had supplied had been pretty vague:

‘What do you want me to do?’ she’d asked.

'Just have a look around. There's got to be something,' Alice had replied airily.

'Well why can't you go?' Clair had demanded.

Alice had treated her to a particularly menacing grin. 'Because,' she had said, 'I need to make a quick trip to the prop cupboard.'

'But I don't even know what to look for!' Clair had protested.

Alice had been unmoved. The only other piece of advice she’d supplied was ‘Try and find a manual or something. Or a lever.'

Well Clair had looked for both, and she'd found neither. Craning over the audio desk, with all its buttons and switches, she’d searched frantically for anything that could have been associated with operating the winching system, terrified that at any moment someone was going to walk in and find her, messing with the equipment. But the whole thing had been hopeless from the start. She knew nothing about the technical side of the theater.

Finally, as a blind stab in the dark, she’d simply begun toying with one of the knobs, praying that it would give her some clue about how to best proceed. It had done nothing of the sort. On a little green LCD screen just above the knob, a few pixilated words had materialized: Track 6, Handel. Clair still had no idea what it had meant, but she’d experimentally turned the knob, to see if it would provide some additional enlightenment, but no. The words simply changed to Track 9, Grieg, and then asked Set timer?

After that, Clair had been unwilling to tamper with the desk any further, in case she altered some important setting, and so she’d been forced to scurry back to Alice empty-handed, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds as she fled to ensure that no one had spotted her.

Still, Alice hadn’t seemed particularly bothered by Clair’s failure. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ was all she’d said distractedly, as she peeked out from behind the curtain and watched as the audience grew ever larger. ‘I’ve come up with a better plan anyway.’

And now, she seemed far more interested in wherever Suzie had just returned from. Only moments ago, the other girl had emerged from the short flight of wooden step situated in the furthest corner of the backstage area. Clair knew vaguely that they led down to a space beneath the stage itself, but it was dreadfully cramped and therefore seldom visited. And, at least to her knowledge, it wasn’t being used in this particular performance. So what had Suzie been up to?

‘I found it,’ she said as she approached them. She began dusting herself off. Her angel costume looked considerably grubbier than before.‘It was just where you said it would be.’

‘Found what?’ asked Clair, confused.

The other two girls ignored her. ‘Did you check that it was unlocked?’ Alice queered, sounding eager.

Suzie nodded. ‘Yeah, but now did you know it was there?’ she asked.

‘They used it last year, in the scene where everyone had to run away from Captain Hook. They escaped into the Lost Boys’ Hideout.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Clair demanded, now getting pretty fed-up of being out of the loop.

‘A trap door,’ said Alice, tapping the side of her nose knowingly. ‘If that arrogant prince doesn’t want to show us how to work the wires, we’ll just have to convince him.’

‘And how are we going to do that?’ asked Clair.

Alice’s smile widened and grew considerably more mischievous. ‘We’ll just make his scene a lot…harder,’ she said, holding up the item she had retrieved from the prop cupboard.

Clair couldn’t help but giggle.

Hanging casually from one of Alice long slender fingers was a pair of silver handcuffs.

8:00pm

The play had been going well so far, and no one had messed up their lines, but now it was time to kick it up a notch. Now it was time for the audience to be dazzled. Now it was time for Darrel’s scene, and as always, he was ready for it.

‘Just try not to screw this up for me,’ he whispered to Sally, who stood beside him in the wings. ‘If you do, I swear to god, you’ll never be in another play in this town again.’

Sally gave him an anxious smile on the off chance that he was joking, but his eyes were deadly serious. She felt her heart sink. As silly as it was, she’d dreamed about being an actress ever since she was a little girl, when her parents had taken her to see Romeo and Juliet. Okay sure, she wasn’t very good at acting, and she was well aware that she’d never see her name in lights, but she’d at least hoped to have a short but enjoyable career at the amateur level. But if Darrel turned the university’s dramatic society against her, it all seemed painfully unlikely.

In the darkness, they both waited for the stagehands to finish rearranging the set. Then a pair of soft lights gradually brightened the scene and revealed several cardboard cut-outs in the shapes of thorn bushes and low hedgerow, separating the background from the foreground. The backdrop was midnight blue, flecked with white dots to a starry sky effect, and the speakers began to echo the distant chirps of crickets, created an alluring sort of night-time garden ambiance. At the front of the stage, the wooden edifice of the princess’s tower loomed tall, several yards above the floorboards.

This was it. With a deep gulp, Sally gathered up her long skirt and ran out from stage right, donning an air of breathlessness. ‘Oh, my prince, where art thou?’ she cried. ‘Where art thou? Come to me, I beseech thee!’

Her enormous melons, given monumental lift by the tight bodice of her dress, leapt up and down playfully, making several men in the front row adjust themselves awkwardly, and eliciting several knowing smirks from of the women who were sat next to them.

Seeing his cue, Darrel then emerged into the background, behind the cardboard bushes. ‘Oh, I see thee, sweet princess! I am here!’ he called. ‘Fate has brought me to thy side!’

Sally clutched her hands across her chest, inadvertently heaving her rack even higher. ‘Oh, fair prince, I thought I’d never see thee again!’ she swooned.

Darrel held his hand up in the air ceremoniously, conjuring up as much melodrama as he could. ‘Neither the dogs of Hades, nor all your father’s men could stop me from returning to thee, my sweet princess!’ he intoned. ‘I’ve traveled near and far, across treacherous rivers and perilous mountains, just to…to…’ But then he hesitated. His brow creased and he suddenly looked confused.

Sally gave him a look of anxious bewilderment. Had he forgotten his lines? Surely not. Darrel never forgot his lines. He’d learnt the script by heart on the day it had been handed to him.

‘…to be near thee, and…’ he went on, his pompous aura beginning to sputter and fade away.

He kept glancing down at the ground a few yards in front of him, Sally noticed. He seemed caught off-guard by something hidden behind the cardboard bushes. ‘And to hold me once more?’ she prompted, hoping to awaken him from his trance.

It worked. He suddenly snapped back into focus. ‘Y-yes, to hold thee once more,’ he continued. ‘My heart soars at the very sight of thee!’

‘Oh, fair prince, I have seen you in my dream, every night since we parted!’ Sally continued, upping her air of romantic exhilaration. She was still mystified as to what had caused the slip-up, but she was determined not to let it ruin the rest of the scene. A lot was riding on this, after all. For good measure, she stuck out her chest and leaned towards the audience.

Once again, the men in the front row shuffled. Once again their partners gave them sly glances.

‘And I you, sweet princess!’ Darrel went on. ‘The very thought of…’ But, to Sally dismay, he paused for a second time, his face wracked with confusion. Now he was starting at a spot on the floor only a few feet away. ‘…the very thought of you has…has…’

‘Enchanted your soul?’ Sally finished for him uncertainly, aware that audience was growing more restless by the second. A few people had begun to chuckle quietly to themselves.

‘Y-yes,’ Darrel stuttered. ‘E-enchant my soul. I could not bear to be without you any longer. You are the light that guides me through the…the…’

And for a third time, Darrel stopped, this time staring at the ground directly in front of him. He was wearing a startled expression, a from between his slightly parted lip came a sound a like that of someone slowly descending into a bath that was a tad too hot.

‘Through the night?’ Sally suggested, now utterly baffled.

Darrel looked at her. His eyes were wide and panicked for some reason. ‘Y-yes…’ he stuttered. ‘G-guide’s me through the n-night.’

‘Do you also want me to run away with you—I mean thee?’ Sally urged, trying to move things along as swiftly as she could.

‘Y-yes, yes!’ Darrel cried, feebly trying to seize the lifeline. ‘F-flee with me tonight. And…and we’ll go f-far away from…from this place…away from your father. W-we can b-be together.’ He sounded as though he was running out of breath. It was so bizarre.

Something was very wrong here, Sally realized. Sure, Darrel never forget his lines, but he never ever forgot his cues. On that last line, he was supposed to have emerged from the bushes, moving to the front of the stage, to beg her to leave with him. But he’d stayed exactly where he was, fixed to the spot.

Still, Sally was reluctant to drop her façade of hammed-up joy. ‘Oh, fair prince, I shall!’ she went on, in one final effort to regain control of the scene. ‘But for now I must adjourn to my tower. Will you wait by my window?’

Darrel stared at her dumbly.

Without waiting for him to respond, Sally turned and ran for her tower, deciding to carry on regardless. With things going the way they were, she’d been desperate to turn away from the audience, so that they wouldn’t see her look of misery. Now, regardless of what happened, she’d never get cast in another play again, she was sure of it. As she slipped behind the wooden frame of the tower, she cursed her rotten luck. This had been her one shot, and she’d blown it. Darrel had blown it for her.

A sturdy ladder had been positioned behind the tower so that she could ascend to the window nearer the top, and as she quickly scampered up the rungs, she tried in vain to stifle her disappointment. It was her duty to the director to salvage what remained of the scene, after all. There was a critic in the audience tonight.

But then, as she reached window, re-materializing into the audience’s field of view, she looked down at Darrel, and in an instant all her sadness was washed away. Her face briefly contorted into a look of total confusion, before giving way to one of stunned amazement.

From her current vantage point, she could see behind the cardboard bushes that shielded the audience’s view of Darrel from the waist down. She could see the trapdoor, hanging open and revealing the yawning darkness beneath the stage. She could see the girl that had climbed out of it, on her hands and knees, and who had silently crawled across the floorboards to where Darrel was standing. She could even see the handcuffs, glinting behind Darrel’s back, and the sinister grin on the girl’s face, as she kneeled in front of him, slyly rubbing his crotch with one of her nimble hands. But none of these things were what slowly made the corners of Sally’s mouth ride up in a smile of joyous disbelief.

No, what made her smile was what she saw pressed up against the elasticated material of Darrel’s tan breeches: the clear outline of a growing stiffy that, judging by the strained look on his face, he was desperately trying to keep down.

Sally let out a loud gasp. She quickly raised her hand to her mouth to hide her sudden amusement. She looked as though she’d just walked in on a surprise party that had been thrown in her honor, and when Alice stopped kneading Darrel’s package long enough to look over her shoulder and hold a finger to her lips as if to say Sssh!, both girls had to fight back a fit of naughty giggles.

Darrel had been staring straight ahead at the audience, but when he heard Sally’s sudden intake of breath, her new view clearly began to dawn on him, and she saw his eyes widen in horror. Slowly, he looked up at her grinning face, utterly aghast. But Alice quickly went back to her work, softly coaxing his pole into rising, and as another wonderful tremor ran through his body, the tension returned to his brow, leaving him with an expression of weak dismay.

‘Oh my, fair prince!’ Sally cried merrily, staring down at his embarrassing predicament. ‘You must conceal yourself, or else someone might see thee!’

Darrel looked horrified. For a moment a tortured looked passed across his face, but then to Sally’s astonishment, he said ‘Oh, s-sweet p-princess, I am n-not…not afraid. I w-will wait by y-your window all…all night if I have to.’

He was carrying on with the scene! And of course he was. What choice did he have? He couldn’t walk off, not with that treacherous profile in his pants. And he could hardly try to push Alice away. What if she knocked over one of the cardboard bushes? With his hands cuffed behind his back, he’d be unable to cover himself. Everyone would see. And so now, with hundreds of vigilant eyes upon him, all he could do was try and bare Alice’s
merciless fondling, his little dilemma growing more and more obvious by the second.

It was just so perfect; Sally had to bite her lip to stop herself from bursting into hysterics.

‘Thou h-hath p-put a spell on…on me,’ Darrel stammered on, squirming as Sally grinned down on him, her eyes flitted from his reddening face down to his squirming bulge. ‘Each m-moment away f-from you does me s-such pain.’ Needless to say, he didn’t drop to one knee as they’d rehearsed.

‘Thou have been gone for so long, without my love to guide your long nights,’ said Sally, and now she just couldn’t help herself; it was as though the script had been written with Darrel’s usual punishment in mind. ‘Has it been…hard?’ she asked.

Down on her knees, Alice snickered soundlessly into the hand she wasn’t using to massage Darrel’s rod, doubling over with silent laughter. ‘Oh sweet p-princess, it gets…it gets harder every second,’ Darrel was forced to reply, staring up at Sally feebly. And he was right, too. Big as his bulge was, he wasn’t quite pitching a tent just yet, but Alice was nursing an impressive semi, and Sally could clearly see it, pulled tightly across his thigh by the close-hugging fabric of his breeches. It just needed a little more encouragement…

Sally beamed. She knew just what to do. Tactically, she leaned further out of the window, bending over the side and pushing together her massive melons for Darrel to see, and yet again the helpless men in audience began to fidget. This time their wives and girlfriends shared a few shrewd smiles.

‘Then rise, my prince!’ Sally cried eagerly. ‘Stand proud before me!’

Darrel gave her imploring look, but after a few second he just couldn’t help himself. Like all boys, he was powerless when confronted with the allures of the fairer sex, and inevitably his beseeching eyes slipped down to rest on her magnificent tits. ‘I w-will not t-turn from you again, no matter the f-folly,’ he stammered, his mind whirring.

Alice felt the reaction immediately. She stopped rubbing Darrel’s crotch and watched as the bulge she’d been working on began to writhe and unfurl, carving a northward trail beneath his breeches like a burrowing mole. She grinned insidiously. Sally had done it. The boy was finally at full salute.

‘Can thou see my resolve?’ Darrel asked wretchedly, now sporting a peg so hard Sally could have hung her cone-shaped hat off it.

She just couldn’t stop beaming. ‘Oh, I can see it alright,’ she said, giving him a teasing weak. ‘I can definitely see how you stand firm, my prince.’

And then, to Sally’s eternal delight, Alice reached up and grabbed Darrel’s waist band.

Immediately, Darrel’s face filled with panic. He looked down at her, clearly horrified by what she intended to do. 'So…' she whispered, pouting innocently, 'do you think you could show me how to work those wires now?'

He gave a frantic nod, his eyes bulging wildly.

'Are you sure?' Alice went on tauntingly, her pretty face less than an inch from his raging boner. 'Because you have plenty of scenes after this one, don't you? I could always come back.'

Now a frantic shake.

‘What do you think she wants me to do?’ asked Alice, looking back over her shoulder and giving Sally an expectant look. She raised an eyebrow. Shall I? it said.

And now it was time for Darrel’s final line of the scene. He had to say it. The audience were waiting. He glanced at them briefly, worried that some of them could already see what was lurking down behind the cardboard bushes, and terrified that they'd soon be able to see a lot more. But they just returned his fearful stare with blank gazes. None of them had any idea what was going on.

He looked up at Sally, his eyes full of desperate pleading. She stared down at him, grinning mercilessly. ‘But do you want to see my true resolve?’ he asked weakly.

Sally face lit up with wicked glee.

In the audience, the critic, who had been watching the scene intently, leaned over to the person sat beside him. It was the director, who he was sweating profusely. Things weren't going very well, and at this rate, they'd be lucky escape a scathing write up.

'The boy playing the prince...' the critic whispered.

'Yes?' asked director, his heart pounding.

'He's not very good, is he?'

'N-no, unfortunately not.'

'But the girl playing the princess,' the critic went on. 'She's quite talented.'

'Y-yes!' the director hastily agreed. 'Yes, she's one of our best actually,' he decided, right there on the spot. 'In fact I don't know why we haven't put her in more.' After all, the girl really had committed to the role. The merriment on her face seemed so genuine. She was actually jumping up and down on the spot with sheer joy.

‘Oh yes! Yes, do it! Do it now!’ Sally cried, her monumental tits bouncing wildly, threatening to leap right out of her bodice.

And as the men in the audience all shuffled uncomfortably for a final time, and the women next to them all smiled again, one or two turning to their partners and asking innocently 'Enjoying the show are we, honey?' Alice gave the poor boy’s waistband a merciless tug.

Darrel couldn’t watch. Frozen in place, he didn’t glance down to see his breeches begin their rapid yet somehow painfully slow descent. He didn’t see how the waistband of his tighty-whities also scrunched up beneath Alice’s curled fingers, or how they also glided down his thighs, effortlessly at first, before briefly snagging on the pole they concealed. He didn’t see how, as one, they then slipped to the throbbing tip of the pole, before reluctantly twanging free, and he didn’t see how they then swiftly dropped past his knees, falling into a neat pile around his ankles.

No, he didn’t see any of it.

Sally did, and as she stared at his jaw-dropping, sky-reaching, ball-tingling erection, in all its glory, her palms flew to her cheeks in a display of awestruck delight.

He stared up at her, utterly mortified, his hard cock pulsing gently in the open air.

And she was careful to get the line right this time. In fact, this time she nailed it:

'Why fair prince!' she cried giddily, 'thou hath drawn thy sword!'

8:25

The darkness waited with whispering expectation. Tally stared out from the wings, hidden by the veil of a drawn-back velvet curtain. The place was packed to the rafters. Never before had she seen the theater so full. Even last year’s stellar production of Peter Pan hadn’t attracted such a crowd. Although, when you considered that the better part of the audience appeared to be male, it made a little more sense. For starters, Tinker Bell’s costume hadn’t been half as revealing as the skimpy little thing she was currently wearing.

Strapped to her back were a set of fluffy white wings, a golden halo was suspended above her head by the use of a re-purposed coat hanger, and she had squeezed herself into a lacy white dress so tiny that, in the hands of an artful seamstress, it might just have stretched into two or three doilies. It certainly wasn’t stretching over much else. Her monumental rack was practically bursting out of the top of it, and after pulling tightly over the magnificent swell of her bubble butt, the naughty garment came to an abrupt stop, reaching only a few inches down her bare thighs.

Still, despite her usual conservative nature, Tally wasn’t really bothered about how much of her tight well-developed body the dress revealed. This was the theater, after all, and some of the other girls were dressed far more promiscuously. Alice, for example…

Rather aptly, Alice had been selected to play a demon, and therefore she had a pair of bat wings strapped to her back, a hair band complete with devilish horns positioned atop her long dark locks, and as she slouched against the wall behind Tally, she was twirling the pointy tail that had been stitched to the back of her skirt absently. The skirt in question was made of leather, and was only a hair’s breadth away from being a belt.

‘Ready, Tal?’ she asked.

Tally took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to stifle the butterflies in her stomach. A critic from the local press was out there in the audience, she knew, and the drama club was counting on her. She was playing the lead role, after all, and it was going to be tricky, delivering a performance that could rival that of last year’s, especially considering how much bigger its budget had been. It had employed the use of smoke machines, revolving sets, and all manner of high quality props. It had even used aerial acrobatics. A whole new set of rigging had been brought in, so that when the Darling children had followed Peter through the window, they had been hoisted into the air, flying over the heads of everybody in the audience.

This year, however, the club’s funds had been far more meager, and so it all came down to the quality of the acting. If Tally was going to land them another five-star review, her monologue needed to be awe-inspiring.

‘Ready,’ she said, loosening up and trying to shake her body limber, making her long ginger locks swish. ‘I just hope I don’t screw this up,’ she added modestly.

Alice came up behind her and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. ‘Oh, I’m sure everybody will be very impressed,’ she said, grinning deviously.

Tally nodded. Despite her nerves, she was actually quite excited, and she had to fight to keep a tremulous smile from slipping onto her face. This was it, her chance to shine. She’d been practicing for weeks, trying to get it just right, and now the time had finally come.

With the lights still dim, she drifted out of the wings and moved to center stage. Behind her, a group of a dozen other angels formed a line, and as the spotlight came on, she donned a look of peaceful bliss, her hands together in a gesture of prayer. The other angels looked towards her in stunned amazement, apparently awed by her very presence.

‘Harken all!’ she intoned, smiling serenely, her expression a stark contrast to how she felt inside. Her heart was pounding. She could hear the audience shuffling in their seats. Hundreds of eyes watched her with keen interest, waiting to be dazzled. They’d sat through almost two hours of amateur dramatics for this, but finally the resolution had arrived. The end was in sight.

‘Bask in my love for thee!’ she went on righteously, and the other angels all gasped theatrically, still watching her with adoring eyes, as though she was the most amazing thing any of them had ever seen. No wonder they were only extras, Tally thought smugly. She’d never heard such a ham-fisted expression of awe. It put her a little more at ease.

‘Oh, sweet heavens, lend your glorious light to shine upon these timely strangers!’ she continued, her face still the picture of ecstasy. ‘Give them…’ But she gradually trailed off.

Something wasn’t right. She could hear music. The background track wasn’t supposed to come on until she was halfway through her speech, and it was supposed to be Hallelujah, not this mysterious theme. It was slow and skulking, a far cry from the cheerful piece she had been expecting. But the audience was beginning to murmur, and in the event of a blunder, Tally had been told to improvise. She pushed on, despite the setback.

‘Give them a glimpse of your boundless wonder, that it might fill their hearts with jubilation,’ she said, her voice now a little shaky.

But no matter how she tried to tune it out, she couldn’t help getting distracted by the music. She strained her ears to hear it. It was the start of In the Hall of the Mountain King, she was sure of it. But that wasn’t part of the play. Clearly someone had accidentally hit the wrong button.

‘Bless these mortal souls!’ she exclaimed, attempting to regain her air of idyllic peace. ‘Show to them the magnificence hidden beneath…’

Yet again, she found herself pausing. Now a few people in the audience had started to snicker. Strange. What was so funny? Had she messed up her lines? What had she said? She glanced over her shoulder, trying to find the source of everybody’s amusement. One of the other angels, Suzie, had her hand over her mouth, daintily trying to cover a mischievous smile. Another, Clair, was biting her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. They were staring straight at her.

Once again, Tally turned back to the audience and squinted into the darkness, and slowly she began to make out a few shadowy fingers, pointing up at her.

She glanced down. Her heart skipped a beat.

Oh no…

The skirt of her white lace dress was caught on an invisible thread. It had lifted the hem up only slightly, but it was enough to reveal the little triangular tip of her panties, nestled between her bare thighs.

‘…beneath this fickle veil!’ she went on automatically, feeling her cheeks beginning to redden.

Doing her best to look casual, she tried to tug down her dress, but the invisible thread held it firmly. A small silver hook had snared it, and to Tally’s horror, it seemed to be gradually pulling tighter, hoisting the dress higher and higher, slowly but surely exposing more and more of her soft cotton undies. They were white with a pink love-heart print on them, one of her favorites.

By now, the whole audience was murmuring excitedly. Naughty grins glinted in the darkness, and behind Tally, the row of angels gave a far more genuine gasp than their first time around. And no wonder. As the thread pulled ever tighter, it gave them all an enticing peek at her sumptuous backside, her big round cheeks slipping out of the bottom of her dress like a pair of bowling balls slowly emerging from an enormous tube sock. She heard them sniggering all the more loudly, and a few of them snorted as they tried to repress their wayward glee. It sounded as though only the girls were finding the predicament funny, however. The boys were quiet as statues, and who could blame them? Their angelic garbs were composed of thin white robes, about as substantial as bed sheets, and if any of them got stiffies now, it would be mortifyingly obvious.

‘Make their hearts soar!’ Tally cried desperately, trying to force her dress down. As she fought against the evil thread, her poorly constrained tits jiggled playfully. Her costume clearly hadn’t been designed with this kind of frantic squirming in mind. She heard a group of girls in the front row, giggling to themselves, clearly enjoying the show tremendously. She looked down and was horrified to find one of them was holding up their phone, filming the whole humiliating proceedings. And she wasn’t the only one, either. As In the Hall of the Mountain King continued it plodding climb, the lights of phone cameras blinked into life all throughout the audience.

‘Reveal to them your splendor!’ Tally practically screamed, wrestling hysterically with her dress. She felt a fierce yank.

This can’t be happening! she thought.

Now, on hundreds of pixilated screens, the invisible thread had revealed her panties completely, lifting her dress up to her waist. Tally was mortified. The audience was clearly delighted. Laughter erupted from the shadowy seating, and several people even cheered as they watched her frantically trying to regain control of her costume.

Oh god, this has to be a bad dream! she told herself, her face now glowing red. Recklessly, she groped out and grabbed the insidious thread, hoping that, if she couldn’t dislodge it, then maybe she could snap it. Perhaps the audience had already seen everything it could show them, but if she could at least cover her exposure swiftly, that would be some small mercy.

Only then did she realise how tough the thread was. It was made of entwined steel fibres, and as she glanced up, she saw that it was trailing down from the rafters, where it was linked to some kind of pulley system.

By the time it finally dawned on Tally, In the Hall of the Mountain King had stopped its cautious creeping and donned a far more light-hearted pitch.

‘No,’ she whispered, as she stared up into the darkness above the stage and traced the thread horizontally along the rigging…

'No, it can’t be,' she muttered as she saw the second pulley, several bloated sand bags dangling below it, their tethers running down the wall, into the right wing…

‘Please, no,’ she begged, as she spotted the crank was mounted to the wall, next to where Alice was standing. She had one hand wrapped around the handle and she was grinning at Tally sinisterly…

The invisible thread was a high-tension aerial wire, the likes of which had catapulted Wendy into the air a year before. And now it was hooked in Tally's dress.

‘No!’ Tally wailed, her voice filled with utter dismay.

‘Yes!’ Alice cried, her voice filled with wicked joy.

And as In the Hall of the Mountain King continued its merry ascent, Alice turned the crank, the sandbags dropped, the pulleys squealed, and the wire was pulled taut.

Tally felt a sudden tug. Then there was a deafening rip! And as a cold wave washed over her, she watched helplessly as something white and lacy fluttered up into the shadowy depths of the rafters.

And suddenly, every man in the audience found themselves giving Tally a standing ovation. None of them, however, got up out of their seats.

In a moment of terrible calmness, Tally stared up into the darkness of the rafters, watching as the lacy white garment fluttered higher and higher. Then, as its crisp brightness was swallowed by the shadowy abyss, a sudden chill washed over her, and realization slowly dawned. Given how skimpy her costume had been, she’d learnt to deal with a few mischievous drafts, blowing up her skirt and tickling her thighs, but this new chill descended on a very particular part of her body. It descended on her nipples.

With almost robotic stiffness, she looked down. As always, her firm yet bouncy tits had sprung free with what was virtually childish joy, happy to be released from their tight bindings. They’d jiggled friskily for a few seconds, jostling against one another playfully, vying for attention, before quieting down and taking up their usual position of jutting proudly from her chest, big and round and so perky that their hardening buds were pointed ever so slightly upwards.

She had been left standing, center stage, in just her panties.

She stared at her exposed tits for a moment, her tangle of ginger locks spilling over her bare shoulders, and delayed though it was, Clair and Sally heard her give a dainty little gasp. Then, slowly, terribly slowly, as though prolonging the action would forestall the horror of it all, she looked up at the silent audience.

Hundreds of people stared at her, utterly speechless.

Tally froze. Her brow creased with something like baffled dismay. Her eyes swelled as they frantically sought for a way around the cruel situation, a way to disbelieve it, to prove that it wasn’t actually happening. But it was, and what’s more, the shock of it had formed her lips into a tense little o, giving her the overall expression of an overinflated sex doll.

For a few moments, as she cowered there, now showing the audience a lot more than just her favorite undies, the only sound in the entire theater was that of In the Hall of the Mountain King, prancing along jauntily. Then three people spoke.

‘Oh…’ said a guy in the front row, his slacks looking like a miniature ski jump.

‘My…’ said a boy nearer the back, whose bucket of popcorn was now hovering several inches above his lap.

‘God!’ said a girl in the front row, who was still holding up her smartphone, recording the whole proceedings.

Then Tally screamed. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around her enormous melons and instinctively made a mad dash towards the cover of the wings, jiggling merrily as she went. The stage was only about a dozen yards wide, but it seemed like a journey of a thousand miles. The cheers and whistles had stopped after her big reveal, but she knew they’d return any second with a vengeance.

She made it halfway before she looked up to see Alice, her face full of devilish delight, her hand still on the crank. By the time she was only a few feet from the edge of the stage, she could practically feel everyone’s eyes bearing down on her, desperately getting their last look at her perfect hooters bouncing away before their greedy stares were blocked by the merciful wall of the curtain. However it was only when she was mere inches away, when her outstretched fingertips were close enough to brush the red velvet, that she suddenly jarred to a halt. Her heart seemed to jar just as suddenly.

Something was holding her firmly in place, another invisible force. She strained against it, trying to pull herself free, but then, as she felt the same tugging sensation as before, but this time terribly lower, and in a far more intimate spot, it occurred to her that there was only one other place where she could have gotten snagged.

She looked over at Alice’s grinning face. Then she looked over her shoulder.

‘No, please, let me go!’ she cried, as she spotted the second silver hook, buried deep within her panties. It had speared one of the little pink love-hearts, and now, as it gently pulled on her only item of clothing, the cotton yawned away from her perfectly round cheeks. They shone rosily in the spotlight.

The cheers began again.

The areal display used two wires. With just one, it was only possible to hoist someone vertically off the ground, but with two, tethered up in the rigging on either side of the stage, they could really fly. They could be propelled to and fro, to perform all manner of impressive acrobatics. Tally hadn’t known this.

She knew it now.

‘No, no, no!’ she wailed.

Slowly, the wire of woven steel tugged harder and harder, stretching her panties, yanking them away from the splendid globes of her ass and pulling them tightly between her thighs. She leaned desperately against them, but they were made of tougher stuff than her lacy dress had been. They wouldn’t tear, and the wire wouldn’t budge. She stared over at Alice, her eyes full of desperate pleading, but Alice’s sinister smile only widened. Unhurriedly, she began to turn the crank again, and slowly Tally felt the wire grow stiffer. Her panties slipped gradually into the cleft of her crack, threatening to give her a powerful wedgie if she didn’t comply. She had no choice but to lean forward ever so slightly, to stop them sinking deeper, but that caused the receding cotton to strain against her happy place in a way that made her weak at the knees, and she could help but allow a brief moan to escape from her lips.

‘Ooh!’

In the Hall of the Mountain King was now spiking playfully, audible even over the roar of the audience. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the show immensely. Some were clutching their sides, doubled over in laughter, and some were cheering in hormone-soaked delight, but nearly all of them were holding up their phones. In fact, despite the darkness of the theater, the frequency of the camera flashes allowed Tally to clearly make out all the euphoric faces. They were coming one after another, like hundreds of distant stars going supernova.

Still trying to flee, and still going nowhere, Tally abandoned all hope of covering her blockbuster tits and desperately cupped her crotch. Her happy place was still hidden, but her tightening panties rubbed more forcefully with each passing second, she could barely stand the waves of pleasure that had begun to roll through her body. ‘Oh, oh god! Oh! Someone stop it!’ she cried, as the wire pulled even tauter. She looked like some kind of doomed cartoon character that had just inadvertently dashed over a cliff, and who was now running on the spot in mid-air before the noticing the dreadful fall below.

At the back of the stage, Clair and Suzie watched in amazement. ‘And you thought your costume was revealing,’ Clair remarked, stifling her laughter.

‘Oh! Oh! OoOOooh!’ Tally moaned as she felt her feet began to slip over the floorboards. She looked over at the two girls desperately. ‘Help me!’ she cried, as the wire began to reel her in, like a fish caught on a line.

‘Sorry,’ she said with a look of mock sympathy, ‘but at the end of the day, all we want is for the show to be the best that it can be. And look, the audience loves you!’
8:32pm

The wire had successfully dragged Tally back to the middle of the stage, and now that it had no slack in it whatsoever, it was pulling her panties directly up, forcing them further and further into the sumptuous cleft of her ass. The only small solace was that they had yet to slip at the front. And, despite her panicked state, this fact must have occurred to Tally’s subconscious on some minor level, because she had somehow managed to angle herself towards the audience, so that, although they had a perfect view of her stupendous knockers, they couldn’t see the soft cotton giving way to the swell of her double-bubble butt.

The other angels, at the back of the stage however, saw it all, and Suzie and Clair were now laughing so hard that they were leaning against one another for support. In fact, all the angels were pointing openly and falling about in hysterics.

Well, technically only half of them were pointing, and only half of them were falling about in hysterics. And upon closer inspection, the fact that the boys were doing the prior was the reason the girls were doing so much of the latter. Because as they watched silently, decked out in their thin white robes, their mouths hanging open, their eyes glazing, the boys weren’t pointing at Tally. No, they were pointing firmly at the ceiling. Very firmly, by the looks of it. Before them loomed what looked like a row of tiny ghosts.

‘OoOOooh! Oh god!’ Tally cried, inadvertently squeezing her melons together as she clutched at her crotch, giving the audience a perfect centerfold snapshot. As In the Hall of the Mountain King began ascending rapidly, now taking a thrilling flight through the octaves, it hiked her up onto her tiptoes, bending her over and giving her a monstrous wedgie. ‘Oh! OoOOooOOH!’ she moaned, as the wonderful pressure between her legs increased.

The audience was virtually weeping with laughter now. Several people in the front row looked as though they were ready to pass out. But still the wire tugged, and just when Tally was sure her panties could take no more punishment and that the cotton would finally rip, releasing her from this humiliating trap, she felt her whole backside begin to rise. She looked down, and to her astonishment, her toes were being lifted off the floorboards.

For a moment the audience paused and, as a single entity, drew in an enormous breath, sucking a vast volume of air out of the theater. Then the laughter exploded again, and they watched in sheer disbelief as, kicking and screaming, the wire began hoisting Tally into the air.
8:33pm

And now the humiliating spectacle had reached new heights, in an all too literal sense. Hovering about a foot above the stage, Tally dangled on the wire, her legs flailing wildly, her toes skimming the floorboards, just out of reach.

‘OoOOooh! Oh god! Oh fuck!’ she moaned, as In the Hall of the Mountain King surged perilously between pitches, racing towards the grand clamor of its finale.

Between her thighs, which were now clamped together like a vice, the little white triangle of her straining panties had become considerably more acute, the hearts printed on them now looking as though they were dangerously close to some kind of coronary event. Between the valleys of her hips, descending into the slope of her crotch, there was at least an inch gap either side of the cotton. It was like looking at a clam with a rubber band around it, and if she leaned back just a little, she was painfully aware that it would slip into an atrocious camel toe.

Luckily, the wire had stopped tightening, and with something that was a long way from actual relief, she realized she was no longer rising. She glanced over to see Alice approaching her. The other girl had left both the wings and the evil crank behind, and now she was unhurriedly strolling across the stage, lazily twirling her pointy tail with one hand. Her eyes were glinting, and as Tally peered at her through a red haze of her humiliation, she could clearly see the self-satisfied look on her face.

‘Well, everyone seems to be enjoying the show, Tal,’ she said smugly.

For a moment, Tally was lost for words. Then, finally, she stammered ‘No more. P-please. N-no more…’

Alice glanced over at Suzie and Clair. She raised an eyebrow. ‘What do you think girls? Do you think we did enough to get a good review?’

Surrounded by the other angels, Suzie and Clair paused in their laughter to giving Tally a look of mock thoughtfulness. Meanwhile, the other female angels continued ruthlessly teasing the boys, who were now so hard that they were twitching beneath their robes. In fact, many of the girls had found new places to hang their halos.

‘I think she’s had enough,’ said Clair after a moment’s reflection.

‘Well, if you think so,’ Alice conceded. ‘You want me to let you down now, Tal?’ she asked.

‘Yes! Yes!’ Tally practically screamed, desperate for the nightmare to be over.

Alice’s smile was sharp and thin, and so wide that mischievous dimples had formed in her cheeks. ‘Okay,’ she said. And suddenly she produced a pair of scissors.

As Tally realised what she was going to do, the colour drained from her face, which was impressive to behold given how red it had been. ‘No, wait!’ she cried, as Alice gave her a gentle nudge.

But there was nothing she could do. There was nothing for her to grab onto. Suspended a foot above the floorboards, there was no way she could stop herself from slowly, oh so terribly slowly, rotating. Like a disgraced ballerina, pirouetting in slow motion, she turned, until the audience were treated to the same view the other angels had enjoyed moments before.

Tally was now suffering a wedgie so atomic that it had turned her favorite heart-print panties into nothing more than dental floss. A thin strand of cotton ran up from the tight valley between her perfectly round ass cheeks, suspending her from the wire’s silver hook, but other than that, the only visible piece of cotton was the cute little teardrop shape nestled beneath. And even that was only visible because of the way she was dangling.

With her butt hiked up, her chest had drooped forward slightly, and no matter how much she arched the small of her back, the weight of her enormous tits kept her upper body horizontal, leaving her bent over like a kinky playmate, begging to be spanked.

Alice raised the scissors.

‘No, no! Don’t! Don’t, please!’ Tally pleaded, as the twin blades hung precariously around the string of her crude and painful thong.

Snip!

There was a dull thud. Tally heard the audience give a roar of delight far fiercer than any before. She looked up at the other angels, staring down at her. The girls were grinning like demons. The boys looked aghast. Their cocks, on the other hand, seemed overjoyed. The wet patches were a clear give away.

Down on her knees and elbows, with her butt stuck way up in the air, and her ankles spread apart, Tally looked over her shoulder. And as Alice, standing beside her, gave a little bow, and as the two alternating pitches of In the Hall of the Mountain King collided in its final crescendo, Tally realized with utter horror that her cute little heart-print panties, now stretched beyond recognition and torn across the crotch, were still hanging from the wire high above her.

She was giving hundreds of people, and their cameras, a perfect doggy-style view of her bare pussy.

‘Now that,’ said Alice, ‘is a five-star performance.’

And both the critic, and most of the internet, firmly agreed.