Wendi applauded the last act and didn't notice at first when one of the pink dressed assistants came up to their table. She looked at Andrea, noticing that her hand had reached her panties.

"Pardon me, but the Great Decon always asks for a volunteer from the audience for the next performance. He would be honoured if you would join him on stage."

"Me? But I don't know anything about magic."

"Illusions. But we provide everything. Costume and verbal instructions as we go along in the act." She took Wendi's hand.

“Go on. I give you permission to be part of the show.” Andrea gave her a small push.

Wendi nodded. She gave a worried look back to the table and followed the assistant.

Back stage Wendi was given a change of clothes, consisting of black panties that tied at the sides with a string, a black, strapless bra held together by string at the front, a white tank top and pants, held up by a draw string. The top and pants were loose and made of a very thin cotton material that showed her black undergarments. She changed where the other female dancers were getting ready, receiving several smiles and words of encouragement. She saw the blonde singer, sitting on a bench. Her hands and ankles were still tied as the tall Asian dancer spoke to her in quiet tones. The singer nodded several times but didn’t speak.

The Asian woman noticed Wendi, gave her a smile and approached her.

"Hi, my name is Tam. We have another dance number after this act and I'd love it if you were to join in. We’re short a dancer. Quite simple stuff, you just have to follow my lead."

"Okay, if you think I'll be all right."

"Oh yes. You'll do fine."

Wendi heard several girls chatter and laugh as she was led away. She was taken barefoot to a short platform on wheels. On either side of the platform stood posts. Wendi stood between the posts while the assistant used leather cuffs attached to ropes to secure Wendi's wrists. The rope went to the top of the posts that the assistant used a crank to lift Wendi off her feet. Similar leather cuffs held her ankles, spreading her legs apart.

"During the show try to keep your feet pointed downward. You can wiggle and cry out as much as you want."

"Why are you using a volunteer and not one of the assistants for this act?"

"Because we don't like to get whipped. The Great Decon sometimes gets a bit carried away during the performances."

"Wait, I didn't agree to this. I thought I was going to be made to disappear or float or something like that."

"Sorry. Too late now."

The assistant wheeled the platform on the stage where applause greeted her. Wendi saw the Great Decon hold a long whip in his hand and he sent a few waves along it as he looked at her. He grinned a wolf’s grin and raised his arm.

"Don't worry about this part. He's usually very accurate with the long whip."

"Usually? What other part is there?"

"Shh. Act scared and struggle a bit."

Wendi found she didn't to act scared. She also found struggling against the leather cuffs and rope almost useless. Still when the whip flicked at her she jerked and let off a small cry. She didn’t feel anything, only the hiss of the whip told her it had passed by. She looked down and saw part of her top had a cut across front. Several more strikes came the whip, each cutting a different area of her clothing. Her top had multiple tears, showing off her bra. Her pants now exposed the front of her legs.

The platform as turned around and now Decon used the whip on her back. She continued to struggle but so far was relieved that he hadn't struck her skin. She remembered to point her feet, deciding she wanted to look good during her ordeal.

The platform was rotated again and now her outer garments were whipped in earnest. First her top fell away and next her pants. The crowd cheered loudly as Wendi hung in only her underwear.

"Continue?" Decon yelled at the crowd. "Shall I let her go or do you want more?"

"More!" The answer was enthusiastically shouted back.

Taking careful aim Decon launched the whip. The end neatly cut the strings of her bra and it tumbled to the floor. More cheers as he took a bow.

"Shall we allow her to have some dignity or do I cut off her panties? Dignity or naked? Wait, I just want the ladies in the audience to reply. Surely they will have mercy for one of their own, a lady who volunteered who had no idea what was going to happen to her. Your answer?" He cupped his hand behind his ear.

Wendi shook her head, but the answer came out as a loud "Naked" with lots of clapping added in.

She wasn't surprised. She herself would have voted to strip any woman in her position. Wendi considered to be caught naked could be embarrassing, but when being stripped naked against one's will, it made it okay to flaunt it. She could pull the victim card here while making the other women jealous.

The first strike hit the strings on one side of her panties and the second strike cut the second string. Her panties fell, leaving her utterly exposed and extremely aroused.

Decon surveyed her body as the platform was wheeled and spun around.

"What to do? What to do now?" Decon casually picked up another whip, this one a flogger with long wicked looking strands.

Wendi heard a female's voice that she thought sounded suspiciously like Andrea's, call out "Whip her."

Decon cupped his ear again. "Whip her you say?" He looked at the audience. "Gentlemen, what do you say?"

The thunderous shout back was unanimous. "Whip her"

"Ladies?"

The answer was the same, if not louder, with a few calls to make it a hard whipping.

"Decision has been made."

“Please don’t, please, please, please…Ow!...please don’t…Ow, ow, ow…please stop…ow, ouch, ow, ouch, ow, ouch!...so mean!”

Wendi continued to gasp, cry out, shout, groan and plead to no avail. Decon used the flogger on her as the platform was rotated. She ignored pointing her feet and pulled at her restraints. From her neck down there wasn't a part of her skin that was safe. Individual strikes weren't that hard or painful, but the accumulation caused her skin to turn into a series of never ending pink stripes. He made sure her breasts were struck hard, and also her ass and back. He was a bit softer as he struck between her legs from behind on her vagina. Still, even her feet touch the flogger, so she wasn’t surprised by his thoroughness.

He finally stopped, puffing as he looked at her. Wendi looked down, saw her skin glowing. Her nipples were engorged and she was sure her vagina was likely wet and swollen. As she caught her breath and glad her ordeal was done, two assistants began to rub a soothing oil on her skin. Then they moved the platform to the front of the stage, slowly rotating it. The crowd cheered, clapped and whistled at the end result of Wendi's gleaming red striped skin. For Wendi it was quite humiliating. With her legs spread apart it seemed her sexuality was exposed that she enjoyed her ordeal. Every part of her body, back to front was exposed for all to see. Her nipples were so erect they hurt. Flashes from cameras in the audience captured her utter nakedness. She pointed her feet down, lifted her chin, pushed out her chest and tightened her legs muscles. Might as well look good she thought as she gave her best, flirty smile. 

"Love you, babe." Wendi heard Andrea call out.

"Hate you," she replied, knowing that would result in discipline later.

Finally the platform was rolled away back to the dressing room area where Wendi was freed.

The assistant smiled at her. "You did great. Now let’s get ready for the Bird Dance."