Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[gagged_Louise]

The audience by now was getting happily agitated and waves of talking, whistling and clapping rose and fell. Some were trying to place bets on how long Miss Pan Teer would be able to struggle before she would give in and have to accept defeat and hours of further sluttish humiliation - or whether the host would simply have to break off the show to save the star's life. In her seat.Louise is becoming more than a bit uneased. When the tall woman stepped on to the stage the first time, a while ago, and coiled her rope into the performer's crotch and down to her feet, she was feeling wickedly playful, and wondering how the woman would handle the constant teasing and moistening of her privates. But since then, layer after layer of chains and strangely hidden padlocks have been pushed on top of the rope, chain and corset bondage that held Miss Felina, and the improbable addition of yards of heavy ship chain attached to the lady's breasts and privates made Louise's stomach announce itself a little. Come on, she is thinking. How can the girl struggle if she is having her tits pulled out and a crucial key hidden deep in her rectum?

She's both feeling pity for the performer, fear and an imprudent anger over how some of the others seem to be bending the rules and making sure there may not be much of an effort to escape, after all.

The padlock key in the butt seems to be the last straw. Louise gets up, knowing that her handbag has a pair of rubber gloves (not normally there, but she's had to use them for fixing a detail on her car).. Her black skirt billowing, she walks down the aisle and on to the stage; no other spectators up there right now. First, she looks at Miss Pan Teer who is hanging, contorted and visibly sweating - she can feel the fine odour of sweat and even, she thinks, a dry whiff of blood. She turns to the Host and smiles - "Excuse me, I am fascinated by escape feats too, but you know I do think the placing - nay, the hiding of that last key was stretching the rules a bit. It's one thing having a key in her mouth under the gag, but if it's hidden in a tiny capsule inside her butt, it's not really accessible. Not really!
She's talking to the Host, but some in the audience have noticed her, though they barely hear her words. "What's that bitch trying to engineer when she forgot to bring any more bondage gear?" a man cries in a drunk voice.

"And?" the host says, white teeth shining.
"The more she struggles, the more the key is likely to be pushed inside and up past her ring muscle" Louise explains. "It's not really accessible for her as it is I think, even if she'd get her hands free to move first. And its, uh, demeaning too!"

"Miss Pan Teer always wishes to please her audience, and surprise them." the flashy host replies with a slight tone of gleeful impatience. "and isn't that why you came to watch her?"
"I came to watch her try to escape. This is barely by the rules. How can she ever reach that last key in..." - she coughs slightly - "you know, if it's pushed deep in and her arms, hands, crotch and limbs are completely pinned with chains?"
"Are you going to let us go oin with the show, Miss..."
"Louise" the tall woman replies without really thinking.
Suddenly she feels her arms being grabbed from behind and the next moment, a hairy hand clamps down over her mouth. She realizes it must be somebody from the audience - no half-decent show management would drag her off stage this violently.

The show host, raising her voice a bit: "I am sure Miss Pan Teer will be able to take some more bondage before we will all see what she is made of. We don't need any prissy spectators rescuing her." Still blatantly speaking loud and and making sure the audience notices, the elegant host turns towards a muscular attendant who has been standing behind a pillar offstage during the past hour. "Jeff, will you silence Miss Louise here for a while? Restrain her as well and make sure she gets an excellent view of what is going to happen here, with our lovely audience getting value for money!"

What kind of value for money are we talking about, Louise thinks and with a sudden sting, as she grunts into the harsh hand silencing her, she suspects she might be directly involved. The big-boned guard is moving closer and she hears some people from the audience hooting at her. Beads of cold sweat break under the armpits of her black velvet blouse - she left her jacket at her seat - and the spectator who is holding her doesn't lose the chance to grope a bit at her left breast.

The host smiles at the laughing audience, then adds a bit less loudly, but still crisp and penetrating, "Oh, and remove that skirt and blouse. Too hot for her.- you need to cool down, Miss Louise"