Author Unknown

Illustration by Robert Bishop

Originally Published in Knotty Vol 5, No 7

Transcribed and Scanned by guardian46w

Story Codes: F+/f, bdsm, n/c, revenge, display crotchrop, X

"You, can't do this to me!" Lois complained.  "l'm one o' the principals in this company!"

The girls in the corps de ballet were not impressed.  Lois had gotten too big for her boots lately, and they wanted to teach her a lesson, but good.

Eager hands pulled the leotard away from her snow-white flesh, and some of the dancers began to maul her shapely breasts.

The redhead screamed in helpless defiance as her white cotton panties were unceremoniously removed.  Several of the girls laughed as they declared they had never seen a pussy that color before.

While Lois was being stripped, a couple of the girls were fashioning loops and tossing ropes over the beams in the roof of the rehearsal room.

"Let me go!"  Lois screamed.

Her cries were silenced as her panties were stuffed into her mouth.

"That'll hush her up okay!" someone laughed.

"Ready when you are!" called Randy, a tall blonde dancer who had been working with the ropes.

Her eyes wide in alarm, the redhead was carried to a large box in the center of the room.  She was made to stand in on it, and Randy took over the rest of the operation.

The corps de ballet, used to performing before an audience, became an appreciative audience themselves as the blonde stretched Lois's legs apart to lewdly reveal her gleaming pussy.  Then her ankles were shackled to a timber pole, and her arms were hoisted upwards and outwards.

"Now she looks just like the star she thinks she is," one of the dancers joked.

The last thing Randy did was to cleverly position a stretched length of rope vertically so that it just chaffed the redhead's love tunnel.

"We'll come back for you before the show," one of the dancers taunted before they left her on her own.

Unknown to the trussed Lois, a video camera was trained on her, and in another room the corps de ballet were crowded around a TV to watch Lois do what they knew she would do, sooner or later.

Getting up on her toes and thrusting her hips forward, she began to rub her pussy up and down the coarse rope.

"That girl pops her nut better than she dances 'The Dying Swan'," Randy said, grinning.

But then Lois could always be counted on to give a good performance.