Hitomi's Escape: Interlude One

The lights dim to a spotlight as a gorgeous, lithe woman steps out onto the stage, in a red kimono, its cut modified to come down to the middle of her thighs. She bows. "Konbanwa," she says, demurely. "My name is Hitomi. Tonight I would like to perform an escape for you." The light spreads a bit, and she undoes her belt. She shrugs off her kimono, hands it to the Magician, who takes it and walks from the stage; Hitomi smiles at the audience, standing naked before them. She raises her arms, does a spin, as there are applauds of approval and appreciative whistles from the seats as she shows she has nothing hidden on her body. The lights widen to illuminate the stage, where Marisol and Robyn have brought out a table covered with chains, padlocks, and some other materials.

"First," smiles Hitomi, "A good anchor point." Marisol wraps a chain around Hitomi's waist, high above the hips. A second chain is attached, dangling at her back, and Marisol pulls it between her legs, then padlocks all three ends near Hitomi's navel. The tight chain can't slip up or down. To prevent any hidden lockpicks from being used, Robyn picks up some duct tape, and tapes Hitomi's fingers together on each hand, then her thumbs beside them. Hitomi wriggles her fingers, but there's no play in the tape. She turns, and crosses her arms tightly behind her body. Her left wrist is chained to her right elbow, and both are padlocked to the chain at her waist. The same is done for her other arm and wrist. Hitomi wriggles her shoulders, testing her bonds, but can't move her arms at all.

More chains are wrapped around her arms at the middle of her back, then crossed in front, between her breasts, and looped around her neck. Padlocks are secured wherever the chains cross. Hitomi turns to face the audience, legs spread as far as her shoulders, and smiles. She puts her feet together, and a chain is looped in a figure eight around her ankles and locked in the center. Another chain is looped in a figure eight above her knees. The two other girls help her sit, knees up, on the stage, and she leans forward to let them padlock her knees to the loop around her neck. She then, with some help, pulls her heels to her butt, and they are locked to the chain between her legs. A final chain is looped across her shins and locked behind her back. Except for her head, Hitomi is now completely immobilized.

The Magician brings out a milk 'can', made of clear glass, leaving it slightly off to the left of the stage, then helps the girls lift Hitomi and place her inside- a rather tight fit through the neck, and not much more spacious past that. Marisol quickly wheels in a dolly holding buckets. The Magician picks one up and pours it carefully into the milk can. "Quick-drying plaster, ladies and gentlemen." The plaster comes up to Hitomi's ankles, and he hands the bucket to Robyn as Marisol hands him another one to pour in.

This continues until the plaster is nearly up to Hitomi's shoulders. She looks up at the Magician expectantly. "Yes, sorry, dear Hitomi. We don't want to get any of that on your hair, for certain...." Robyn brings the Magician a thick leather hood and a tube. He places the tube in Hitomi's mouth, then slips the hood over her head. It fits tightly, and he zips the back, and locks the ring on the zipper to the chain around her neck. She thrashes her head back and forth a bit, until the Magician places a hand on her head. Robyn holds the tube to the side as Marisol pours the last bucket into the milk can. The audience sees the plaster slowly rise and completely cover the helpless Hitomi.

"Now to secure the last bit- oh. This is in the way." The Magician yanks the tube from out of the wet plaster, which quickly fills in the hole. Robyn pushes the lid down on the milk can, and the Magician and Marisol push two steel rods, perpendicular to each other, through both the lid and the rim of the can. The rods are secured by padlocks placed in holes on either end.

The Magician steps back and waits, along with the audience. He looks at his watch. "I'm not sure about you, but this is as fun as watching, oh, plaster dry. While Hitomi makes her escape, I'd like to present my next trick."

(To be continued...)