blahman010
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Hi all,
I had tried to write this for the 500 word writing challenge, but haven't been able to get it down to anything less than 587 words. That said, as I've gone to the effort of writing it, I've decided to publish it anyway, under the auspices of a "587 word story" 😀 This is something I've thought about writing for a few years as a much larger piece (and I feel it could be expanded upon) but for now, its a brief introduction of a story. I hope you enjoy.
<b>The Unfairground </b> (587 words)
Charlotte had lost control, but the situation she found herself in was one of her own making. All she wanted to do was sneak backstage at the festival and take selfies with the famous people there. After climbing over a backstage fence, she was quickly spotted as an outsider. The security were efficient and 24-year old Charlotte, a diminutive 5’ 3” woman wearing a well-filled red and white string bikini top, short denim skirt and flip-flops offered very little resistance to four muscle-clad giants. She was escorted away to a security tent.
Once there, Charlotte was given the choice of a lifetime ban from the festival or invited to try the Unfairground’s escapology challenge. Not wanting the ban, she decided the challenge would be the ‘least worst’ option she could take. It never crossed her mind to ask why it was called the Unfairground.
Secretly, these four security guards were hoping that she would take on the challenge, and gleefully escorted her to the Unfairground. Once there, she was placed in a large wooden structure with her wrists and elbows locked in stocks above her head, kneeling on two soft leather platforms with her feet and knees also in stocks behind her. She was an inverted Y.
As the padlocks on the stocks clicked shut she realised that she had given up control in what happens next. Just when she thought she was at her most vulnerable, somebody came from behind her and wrapped a thick black blindfold over her eyes. There was one thing that she could control – her mouth – although this would soon come with consequences. She felt hands at her neck, untying the strings on her bikini top. She yelled and violently shook her head before a voice in her ear cut her off.
<i>“Don’t worry, I’m not going to strip you bare to this crowd. That’s all down to you. Now open your mouth and keep what I put in there, in there”</i>
Panicked, Charlotte did as she was told and what felt like the two bikini straps were fed in-between her teeth. She bit down on them for all she was worth. The voice she could hear was back again, this time much louder as it boomed through speakers above her.
<i>“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Unfairground. Out next performer is Charlotte, taking on our famous escapology challenge.”</i>
The stage curtain dropped and Charlotte could quickly hear cheers and wolf-whistles. Despite not being able to see, she could feel that the contraption she was locked in begin to move, which nearly caused her to gasp and lose the bikini strings in her mouth.
<i>“The Unfairground escapology challenge is simple. Charlotte here has 60 minutes to escape – if she does, she’ll win a lifetime VIP ticket. But of course, this is the Unfairground and we’ll be here to distract her from the task.”</i>
Charlotte thought she felt something soft flicker the edge of her forearm, but she was so focused on the bikini strings to really acknowledge it.
<i>“We have all sorts of things at our disposal – itching powder, ice water, whips, vibrators and feathers. Plus a few other surprises…”</i>
As soon as she heard the word feathers, she realised what the soft feeling was. She was very ticklish, and the gravity of her situation had now fully set in. There was no way she could go for so long without laughing and that would mean losing her bikini.
<i>“So we’ll count down from ten, and then the 60 minutes will begin.”</i>
I had tried to write this for the 500 word writing challenge, but haven't been able to get it down to anything less than 587 words. That said, as I've gone to the effort of writing it, I've decided to publish it anyway, under the auspices of a "587 word story" 😀 This is something I've thought about writing for a few years as a much larger piece (and I feel it could be expanded upon) but for now, its a brief introduction of a story. I hope you enjoy.
<b>The Unfairground </b> (587 words)
Charlotte had lost control, but the situation she found herself in was one of her own making. All she wanted to do was sneak backstage at the festival and take selfies with the famous people there. After climbing over a backstage fence, she was quickly spotted as an outsider. The security were efficient and 24-year old Charlotte, a diminutive 5’ 3” woman wearing a well-filled red and white string bikini top, short denim skirt and flip-flops offered very little resistance to four muscle-clad giants. She was escorted away to a security tent.
Once there, Charlotte was given the choice of a lifetime ban from the festival or invited to try the Unfairground’s escapology challenge. Not wanting the ban, she decided the challenge would be the ‘least worst’ option she could take. It never crossed her mind to ask why it was called the Unfairground.
Secretly, these four security guards were hoping that she would take on the challenge, and gleefully escorted her to the Unfairground. Once there, she was placed in a large wooden structure with her wrists and elbows locked in stocks above her head, kneeling on two soft leather platforms with her feet and knees also in stocks behind her. She was an inverted Y.
As the padlocks on the stocks clicked shut she realised that she had given up control in what happens next. Just when she thought she was at her most vulnerable, somebody came from behind her and wrapped a thick black blindfold over her eyes. There was one thing that she could control – her mouth – although this would soon come with consequences. She felt hands at her neck, untying the strings on her bikini top. She yelled and violently shook her head before a voice in her ear cut her off.
<i>“Don’t worry, I’m not going to strip you bare to this crowd. That’s all down to you. Now open your mouth and keep what I put in there, in there”</i>
Panicked, Charlotte did as she was told and what felt like the two bikini straps were fed in-between her teeth. She bit down on them for all she was worth. The voice she could hear was back again, this time much louder as it boomed through speakers above her.
<i>“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Unfairground. Out next performer is Charlotte, taking on our famous escapology challenge.”</i>
The stage curtain dropped and Charlotte could quickly hear cheers and wolf-whistles. Despite not being able to see, she could feel that the contraption she was locked in begin to move, which nearly caused her to gasp and lose the bikini strings in her mouth.
<i>“The Unfairground escapology challenge is simple. Charlotte here has 60 minutes to escape – if she does, she’ll win a lifetime VIP ticket. But of course, this is the Unfairground and we’ll be here to distract her from the task.”</i>
Charlotte thought she felt something soft flicker the edge of her forearm, but she was so focused on the bikini strings to really acknowledge it.
<i>“We have all sorts of things at our disposal – itching powder, ice water, whips, vibrators and feathers. Plus a few other surprises…”</i>
As soon as she heard the word feathers, she realised what the soft feeling was. She was very ticklish, and the gravity of her situation had now fully set in. There was no way she could go for so long without laughing and that would mean losing her bikini.
<i>“So we’ll count down from ten, and then the 60 minutes will begin.”</i>
