Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[Aurelie.Catena]

The public immediately stopped its chatter when the spotlights brought the stage to life. Two females could be seen standing in middle of it. One was the host and the other was Felina Pan Teer, the Queen of Escape herself.

Felina was wearing her stage costume, which was composed of a black-leather bikini with shiny chrome studs and buckles in strategical places and 3-inch-high-heeled assorted sandals. Her long auburn hair was cascading to the middle of her back. She had a strong, athletic body. She had long, black-painted nails on her hands and feet. She was smiling to the public, apparently totally relaxed in spite of what she was about to try.

"Let me introduce Felina Pan Teer!" the host said, answered by a hurricane of applauding, cheering, whistling peoples of both sexes. "You all know what she has done in the past, how she has managed to escape from the strictest and most dangerous bondage setting ever seen in the World!".

Felina curtsied gracefully, cheered by her fans once more.

"Now, there has been rumours that her shows were fake, that the restraints were tricked. Felina is here to prove everybody that this is false, that she is really the best escape artist of all times. And YOU are going to help her make this proof steel-robust."

"In a few moment, I'll call for volunteers to come on stage in turn. One by one, they will add on her one piece of restraint of their choice. They can even bring one of their own. There will be no limit to the number of restraints. But if Miss Pan Teer manages to free herself from all of them, she will be rewarded by 1000 $ per piece."

"If she loses, that means if she can't break free, then this will be ample proof that she was a liar and a cheater. She has agreed that if that should happen, she will stay on stage for five more hours, to be submitted to whatever YOU will decide. Is that right, Miss Pan Teer?"

A wide smile crossed Felina's face and she answered in loud, confident voice: "That's right. I know I am the best. I know I'm not a cheater. I know I can break free from anything you can put on me. Thus I know I'll win! Do your worst! The more restraints, the better the proof and the richer I'll get!". She finished with merry laugh.

The crowd cheered and the host continued. "Now, that's what I call fair-play! But fair-play must be on your part too. There are a couple of rules you must respect."

"Rule #1: The restraints can only be made of rope, rubber, leather or chains."

"Rule #2: Over all, only five padlocks are allowed, and their keys must be available to Felina in one way or another. She must be able to reach them and touch them with any part of her body."

"Rule #3: Felina's life must not be put at risk and none of her bones can be broken or dislocated or any part of her body permanently maimed."

"Rule #4: Everything else is acceptable."

Then the host turned to Felina. "Are you ready Miss Pan Teer?" she asked.

"Yes, I am! I'm happy that you gave me the opportunity to prove my sincerity and I hope this demonstration will be the ultimate proof. Now, all of you, bring your most sadistic ideas and do your worst. I want this challenge to be the masterpiece of my career!"

The host now turned back to the public. "So, who wants to start? Remember, one restraint per person. You can come back with a new item only once at least one other person has placed another item. We'll stop when there is less than two persons willing to continue adding restraints on Miss Pan Teer. From that moment, our dear artist will have five hours to break free. And it will be done here, on this stage and broadcasted by the camera of the Bondage Channel!"
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OOC: Anybody can add a restraint, now. Respecting the 4 rules. Please be detailed about the restraints and their placement. If any crucial detail is missing, I'll make my own guess, usually in the way that will be easier to Felina's escape.

I have no preconception about the ending. Felina might or might not win. It will depend on whether I can imagine a way for her to escape. So, if you really want to see her humiliated on stage, your restraints should rather be good, because she is a real professional of escapology.

[darknessmonger]

can the chains or ropes be hanging from the walls or ceiling?

[mickhaddo]

There is an awkward silence for a few minutes, then I nervously climb onto the stage carrying a coil of hemp rope. I blush as I approach the great escape artist and ask her to turn so that her back is towards me. I uncoil the rope, which turns out to be about twenty feet in length. I double to the rope, find the middle point, keep this in one hand. I gently move Felina's arms behind her back, pressing her elbows together. Holding the loop in the middle of the rope I wind it around her arms, then feed it through the loop, pulling rope through until I can pull it tight and there are two strands of rope around Felina's arms just above her elbows. I am not surprised that her elbows touch easily, the flexibility of her body is legendary.

My hands are shaking a bit, but audience members are beginning to shout encouragement and I press on. I pull the first loop as tight as I can, it must be uncomfortable but she keeps smiling. I carefully wind the double rope around her arms half a dozen times, making sure there is no slack, before feeding the ends through the original mid point loop again and pulling tight. I seperate the two strands of rope and wind them in opposite directions between her elbows, tightening each time, then knot them together.

I feed both both strands of rope under one of Felina's armpits, across the back of her neck, then down under the other arm and back to the ropes cinching her elbows together. I wind the ropes between her elbows again a couple of times then take the ends up to the ropes behind her neck. I tuck one of the strands under the neck ropes and knot it to the other, using up the last few inches of rope by tying knot after knot.

I check that everything is tight, then bow to the audience and return to my seat, where I eagerly await the placing of the next restraint on Felina's body.

[gagged_Louise]

Looking at her sleek back clothed in a firm harness of rope, I realize Felina means business and wants to be tied tightly. She is observing the proud silence that belongs to artists and to a woman who knows how to bend with grace, so to make her resolve even stronger I step close and nod at her to open her mouth. With a smile she does so and a yellow rubber ball is pushed in, and then, I extract a black scarf, folding it double and pushing it over the ball which is already making her mouth bulge. The scarf gag pulled tight, I tie it off taut with a knot behind her head. We hear Felina giving off a delicious, kittenish mumble. Incapable of speech, when her bonds are complete she will fight her way out in silence.

Hauling out a 15' leather rope I bend a little behind her and tie it twice around her pretty waist, finishing with a tight knot placed in the rear but four inches above her wrists, which so far are not restrained - will leave that to someone coming next! - but kept in place by the heavy bondage on her arms. Instead of attending to her hands, I feel under her decorous briefs to assess the distance down to her soft spots.

"Nnnnghh!!" a moan drifts from Felina's silenced mouth as my fingers tease her a little. But you will not have pleasure now, girl. I add two solid knots on the right distances of the rope before it is pulled tight under her butt and into her pink folds: cunningly I let he knots scratch inexorably at her labia and her innermost bud which is sure to grow hard and wet as she is forced to struggle to avoid humiliation and defeat.

The rope pulled taut in front, she grunts softly. Had you expected this, lady? I pull the firm rope up to the coils girding her waist and run it three times around them, and then closing with a firm knot designed to withstand a lot of pulling just under those coils. About a third of the rope is left, and I gently order our escapologist "On your knees, Miss, but with your thighs half upright."

The obliging woman placs herself in position - if her arms were free and in front she might be playing with a rubber ball - and the rope is pulled between her thighs and to her ankles. They need to be lashed together, and the rope is pulled in a few coils around them and then around both, before the tail end is pulled to the middle of her nakd calves. I pull it around them twice and finish with a ribbon knot in front, as if she were a package. Kneeling as if in prayer but with her mouth silenced and her arms completely restrained, her gaze wanders around the audience, waiting fearlessly for the next giver. I bow slightly and return to my seat.

[fetishdj]

As I walk onto the stage, I consider the issue. How can you prevent someone from escaping? Its not a question of keys or position, both can be gotten out of. A way to make things very difficult for her is to remove the use of vital body parts, parts that can be used to manipulate a key or untie a knot.

With this in mind, I pull out a pair of leather mittens. Going to her back, where her arms have been tied, I slip these over her hands. I fasten the buckles that hold them in place and, finally, lock the two buckles together with the hasp of a single padlock. The key to the padlock I place on a piece of string which I tie around her neck and leave to dangle in her cleavage.

[mickhaddo]

I return to the stage, a bundle of soft leather draped over my arm. I unfold it and hold it up so that the audience, and the amazing Miss Pan Teer, can see the nature of the next restraint. It is a single-sleeve, an elegant concoction of leather, straps and laces.

I slip it over Felina's mitten encased hands, up her arms, over the coils of rope with which I have secured her elbows. I loop the straps at the top of the sleeve over her shoulders, crossing them over her chest, then feeding them back to the waiting buckles, doing them up loosely for now.

I set to work tightening the laces of the sleeve. I make sure that Felina's hands are properly down in the the tip of the sleeve, a bit difficult because of the bulk of the mitts, but now her hands are being crushed beneath two layers of leather. I tighten the first laces at her wrists, then work my way up her forearms until they are welded together. The laces continue over her elbows, half way to her shoulder blades, the coils of hemp rope are visible through the soft leather of the sleeve. I haul on the laces until opposing eyelets touch. I smile in satisfaction when Felina grunts through her gag with discomfort. She stares straight ahead as I work on her bondage. Her eyes are calm, but I notice that she is beginning to breath more quickly. Her hips twitch as she is teased and tormented by the cleverly placed leather rope.

I finish securing the laces, knotting the end together repeatedly. I tie the loose ends into a bundle and press them down between her arms.

Now there are the straps to do up. One is attached to the sleeve at wrist level. I encircle Felina's wrist and buckle it up. As I tighten it I make sure it goes beneath the level of the straps holding the mittens in place, hopefully making it very difficult indeed to get to them. Another strap encircles her arms above her elbows, once again I secure it as tightly as possible. Finally I adjust the straps that are looped over her shoulder, removing all slack and satisfying myself that the sleeve will not slip.

Another check of my handiwork, a bow to Miss Pan Teer and the audience, and I leave the stage, making way for the next fiendish volunteer.

[Aurelie.Catena]

More and more layers of bondage are added to Felina's body. The elbow ropes are digging into the strong muscles of her arms, pulling her shoulders backwards and forcing her to thrust her impressive, black-leather-clad breasts forwards. Cat calls are heard coming from the audience as the ropes are adjusted and tightened. This is a remarkable bondage piece of art. This man is obviously an expert. As he leaves the stage, blue veins are already swelling over her forearms and hands and she begins to feel the slight itching she is familiar with.

She smiles at the man and then to the public. She walk back and forth the stage. It seems there is still a bit of shyness and she tries to welcome them with her warm smile. It is so unreal. Her elbows are bound in the strictest way possible and yet she behaves totally naturally, as if there was nothing at all.

Then comes that stunning woman. Felina shivers as the big ball is pushed past her teeth and bound in place. She realises that now there is no way she can ask to stop this challenge. Not that she wants to... yet. The scarf gag is quite comfortable and mild, but it has a powerful psychological impact. She can't protest, she can't deny, she can't beg. She has to trust the host entirely for the rules to be respected.

Kneeling on the wooden stage, she feels the hard floor under her bare knees and shins. With her high-heeled sandals on, her feet are a little awkward and she does not know how to put her feet and toes. The pressure of the strategically placed knots is disturbing. But interiorly as well as exteriorly, she is smiling, because this rope panties are protecting her intimacy better than her thong was. She blinks at the woman.

With the first two restraints on, the ice seems broken and peoples are beginning to feel eager to try their bondage skills on the Queen of Escapes. A new man comes and soon Felina feels her hands balled into tight fists and encased into a thick layer of leather. The first padlock of the five that are allowed by the rules is indeed very smartly placed. It will prevent her from using both her fingers and her arms. She can already feel sweat building inside the leather pouch.

As she waits for the next challenger, she shifts her weight on her knees and try to find a more comfortable position for her twisted feet. Her breathing is still calm but a small bead of perspiration can be seen rolling down between her breasts, were the key to the mittens is hanging. It is no doubt caused by the intense heat generated by the powerful spotlights. She is making strange gurgling sounds at regular intervals as she tries to keep her saliva inside her mouth, a task rendered difficult by the ball and the scarf, which is rapidly getting soaked with it.

As the first man comes back on stage, Felina feels she is on for another layer of expert bondage. And she is proved wrong. The arm-binder is of the best make and expertly placed and laced. It removes the last hair of freedom her arms had and makes her precious hands and fingers even farther from freedom. Her shoulders are pulled even harder by the long sleeve and she can now feel real strain on her muscles and joints. Her breasts seem to separate, looking each in a different direction. Her strong nipples are poking against the thin leather layer of her bikini top. She tries to move her arms but find it difficult even to flex them.

Nevertheless, she is still smiling, although more beads of perspiration are now rivuleting down her taut and athletic body. Again, she shifts her weight, lifting one knee and then the next, twisting her ankles in another position. Maybe she should have come bare foot, but this would not have been proper.

In spite of all her efforts, saliva has begun to drool from her stretched lower lip and a thread is dribbling down her chin. She tries to rub her chin against her right shoulder but find that it is strained too far backwards. She has to accept it.

Blinded by the spotlight, she tries to peer behind them at the audience, to see if anyone is coming to add to the challenge.

[Aurelie.Catena]

can the chains or ropes be hanging from the walls or ceiling?

I believe this falls into the scope of rule #4: "Rule #4: Everything else is acceptable."

As Felina is unable to speak now, you may ask your fellows spectators to see if they agree with that interpretation of the rules.

[darknessmonger]

Another man comes into stage, he was hesitant, because the restraint that he hold in his hand is a very simple one, but it has the benefit of preventing the bondage queen from seeing anything and forced to act blindly
it is a leather hood, with only a small orifice for at the nose level, it end with a chain with a padlock that fist thigly around the neck.

The man moves the gag a little and puts the key of the padlock inside Felina's mouth, replacing the gag afterwards. Then puts the hood over her head, with some effort because it seems very small for her head, but finally the chain is placed around her neck,and the padlock locked under her chin.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As the man shows her the little key and begins to push under her ball gag, Aurélie understands immediately what he has in mind and she tries to protest. Unfortunately, she can only utter incoherent grunts and groans. She is rolling her eyes and frowning her eyebrows. She alternates between glaring at the man and looking at the host and the audience with begging eyes.

But the man is proceeding rapidly and soon Felina's head in entirely enveloped in the tight leather hood. She hears the click of the padlock that seals her fate. She is now lost into sweaty darkness, totally isolated from her surroundings, forced to breathe through two tiny holes under her nostrils. She shakes her head frantically, grunting powerlessly and chewing on the ball inside her mouth.

By experience, she knows that once her sight is blocked, many peoples feel emboldened as they know Felina will never be able to recognize who placed this particularly evil restraint.

[Aurelie.Catena]

At this moment the host takes her mic again and addresses the public.

"Ladies and gentlemen. It seems that Miss Pan Teer disagrees with the way this key was placed. Let me remind you rule #2:

Over all, only five padlocks are allowed, and their keys must be available to Felina in one way or another. She must be able to reach them and touch them with any part of her body.

So there is a little bit of interpretation here: This key is not really available to her as it is inside the tool that it is supposed to unlock, but it does touch her skin."

At these words, Felina is grunting and nodding emphatically. The host continues.

"As our lovely cannot explain us the letter of the law, we'll proceed to a vote. I have here a duplicate of the key to her hood. Shall I make it available to Felina (and then how?), or shall we leave her in the current situation?"

"We have some time to discuss that. Please just call an assistant for a mic and express your opinion, while our next challengers add more restraints to Felina. I'll count the pros and cons and will decide what to do later."

"So far, Miss Pan Teer is doing well. She has already collected... let me count... Elbow rope, gag, crotch rope, knee rope, mittens, monoglove and hood... That's seven restraints. Yes, she has already earned 700 $! Well, that is if she manages to free herself, of course. But I have no doubt of her talent."

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OOC: Pray tell what you think of placing the hood key inside her mouth. And vote, and propose another place for the key if you disagree.

[mickhaddo]

I take a microphone from an assistant and stand up. "Would it be possible to swap the key in Ms Felina's mouth with the one for the mittens? I know this would mean temporarily removing her last restraint, but the gentleman who applied it can make sure that it is re-applied to his satisfaction. It seems to me a shame not to use such an ingenious key placement and make it a proper part of the escape."

[Aurelie.Catena]

"I have no objection against this very good idea. This would solve this little problem quite ingenuously." the host says.

"Unless there is an opposition in the audience?"

[gagged_Louise]

I believe this falls into the scope of rule #4: "Rule #4: Everything else is acceptable."

As Felina is unable to speak now, you may ask your fellows spectators to see if they agree with that interpretation of the rules.

I'm all for letting the brave lady be suspended by ropes or chains in whatever way some spectator would see fit - except by her neck or her breasts of course - though I won't do that part myself. If needed, we'll pull out a thick trampolene mat under her.

This scene is looking very promising indeed.

[gagged_Louise]

The idea to swap the keys sounds escellent too, and it's intriguing to ponder how Aurélie is going to stretch her skills to be able to get hold of either one of them. ;) :gag:

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host says, "It seems we have a consensus for swapping the keys. To put the one to her hood to a string around her neck, and the one to her mittens inside her mouth. Is there any opposition? If not, I'll proceed myself to the swap. By the way, nothing in her rules prevents us from removing temporarily previous restraints in order to add new ones, as long as we put them back in place. To my sense, this all fit into rule #4."

Felina is shaking her head but nobody is paying attention.

"So, so, so... Who's our next binder? Don't be shy. She can't see you by now!" the host says, laughing evilly.

[darknessmonger]

The man that placed the hood returns to the stage, he's not very happy with the switching of keys, but decides not to push the point.

He takes a long rope, and ties to one of her ankles
The rope is passed over a pulley right over the middle of the stage.
He ties the other end of the rope to the other ankle. Then gently makes Miss Pan Teer lie down on her back.

Very slowly he raises the pulley until her body leaves the ground, hanging upside down, her ankles held bent by the previous restraint.

He doesn't raise her very high, just a metre separates her head from the floor, but of course with no vision and impaired hearing she can't know that for sure.

[mickhaddo]

For the third time I climb up on to the stage. I approach the escape artist's suspended body, which is rotating slowly in the spot lights. The great strain being placed on her athletic body is very evident. So far I have used rope and leather to restrain the lovely Ms Pan Teer, now I have something made from rubber. I hold it up to show the audience, it is a long, heavy corset.

Applying the corset to Felina while she is upside down is a bit awkward, audience members giggle as I fumble for a while, then the host kindly helps me by steadying the escape artist. I work the heavy boned sheath around Felina's body, still possible since her heavily restrained arms have not yet been bound to her torso.

Once again I have to take my time with lacing. The garment encases Felina from the top of her hips to above her breasts. I pull each lace tight with all my strength, starting at the bottom (now uppermost) and working my way down to the top. First her shapely waist is greatly compressed, then her rib cage, then finally her breasts are constrained. I hear her grunt and gasp through the hood. She is being deprived of flexibility in her body and also of her ability to breath deeply. Perhaps the corset is adding to the sensation of suffocation begun by the hood, perhaps she is beginning to fight panic.

Before I tighten the corset over Felina's breasts I make sure the key for the hood is tucked down between them (I turn bright red, more giggles from the audience). Finally I knot the corset laces after one last hard tug on them, tucking the long ends back down to waist level, which I encircle with them a couple of times before tying the ends together behind her back.

As I back away from Felina I consider the ordeal she is presently in, the great pressure on her limbs, the pain, the lack of air. I whisper something to the host. He steps forward, asks Ms Pan Teer in a loud voice. "Do you still wish to continue with the challenge." Felina nods vigorously without hesitation, to cheers and applause from the audience. I take my seat again, awaiting with excitement the next development.

[gagged_Louise]

Smiling as I watch the overpowered Miss Pan Teer hauled up into this graceful, but nerve-racking position. She is now truly the prisoner of her audience, and only the Host, whom she cannät plead with, will be able to guard her life and well-being. And it's not yet quite complete...Gasps and hisses are heard aroud the theatre, along with bursts of talking and even brash laughter.

There's a lump rising in my throat, and a tingle down between my thighs as I watch the beautiful corset getting laced on her. My eyes wander to her strong muscles, her thighs straining with her effort to keep in balance and avoid overheating, her now covered, pulled in chest heaving in a steady rhythm and to the jet black corset gleaming, shadows rippling over it from her hanging body itself. I know her face must be turning red already under that cruel hood, but I have no intention of helping her. This is what she's accepted: she proves her worth by letting herself be bound and gagged and attempting to free herself under the rules. A secret wish runs through me to be in the same situation, but no, I have no training for it and this is her show. I gasp again as she swings on the pullley, and she is tugging uselessly with her encased arms.

The man sitting beside me hands me a strand of rope and whispers "That was some nice work you did before - you want to do a little more to that hung-up slut?" He grins ironically. Even though I don't consider you a slut, I get the joke and smile back. Stepping down in the aisle and walking onto the stage again, I smile at the Host and move up to the suspended Miss Felina. I touch the heaving corset and stroke it, then make a playful little slap against the taut leather over her stomach, waiting to hear her muffled gasp. Does she guess that it's me again?

She can't see anything, can't know. She has willed herself to be our doll for now, and then she will try to break out. I place the dark rope against her corset, feeling my way down again to below her ribcage. Circling it around her swathed chest twice and under the straps binding her elbows and forearms but not interlacing it to them. I pull taut, but taking care not to impair her breathing in any way. A firm knot is added in front and the remaining strand of rope is pulled up over her left shoulder, to the rear and tied off to the ropes under her sweating left armpit.

Watching her hanging there, both admiration and a sense of power sweep through me. On impulse, I lean down and pull at your hair, tugging suddenly. Miss Pan Teer's head bobs and a sharp grunt of pain is heard from under the dark hood. From the audience, whistles and cheers. If the other woman wasn't standing here, this would be close to ritual sacrifice. Feling a bit wet under my panties, I return to my seat, watching you, a bound woman swinging and heaving on the pulley.

[js207]

All eyes turned to the couple on the end of a row near the front as they stood. The tall, elegant brunette clad in shiny navy blue latex from the neck down, offset by a black corset, was clearly in charge; though her male companion towered over her despite her high heels, even those who could not see the leash she held which disappeared beneath his skirt could see how he deferred to her.

The pair mounted the stage, the male struggling with the weight of the device he carried, although his owner made no allowances for his burden, jerking the leash firmly any time it drew taut without even a backwards glance to see the pained expression it caused.

Though the Host appeared dubious at first, the cruel device did comply with all the rules: several heavy links of chain clearly intended to hold a ship's anchor, with long thinner chains ending in three open links with viciously sharp tips.

Felina moans softly beneath the hood as the brunette reached beneath her bikini top and freed her nipples, massaging and softly pinching the delicate nubs of flesh before wiping them with sterile alcohol. As her fate sank in, Felina whimpered, but could do nothing to prevent one link being squeezed firmly closed through the sensitive flesh. The Host had reluctantly conceded that since the holes would heal up when - or if - Felina managed to get the links off, this didn't break rule #3. The audience certainly didn't seem to have any qualms, although perhaps they didn't have Felina's best interests at heart.

The muffled wail of pain was starting to fade as her tormentor held up the third and final ring to the audience. With her slave starting to buckle under the weight, she quickly forced the third link through poor Felina's captive flesh, eliciting the most pained yelp yet.

Finally, she allowed her suffering pet to lower his burden to the floor between Felina's knees. The chains were too short for the heavy links to rest on the floor with Felina upright, and the links were probably too heavy for Felina to lift with her hands, let alone with fresh piercings, so she was forced to lean forward precariously as far as the tight corset allowed.

Despite having no locks or buckles, this was surely the cruellest restraint yet: while the beautiful blonde Scandinavian sadist had forced her to her knees, this weight forced her into an uncomfortable position which surely even her finely toned muscles would struggle to maintain for more than a few minutes. Leaning back was impossible, and the slightest move would tug painfully on her new nipple rings. Until that moment, the blonde's strategically placed knot could have been arousingly distracting as any movement from her arms brushed at the sensitive tissue between her legs; now the knot rested against the third ring, any movement there could still be distracting, but far from pleasurable now.

With a parting tug on the rope between Felina's legs, the statuesque Domme took a bow and strode off stage, towing her slave behind her with a cruel and unnecessary jerk of his leash.

[Aurelie.Catena]

With her sight blocked and her hearing impaired, Felina now feels very helpless. Her hood is unzipped just enough to reveal her gagged mouth. A finger forces its way under her gag, scooping the key placed there. Another key was put there instead, the one to her mittens, while the hood collar key was hung from a string around her neck. Then the hood was tightened as strictly as before, crushing her nose and cheeks against her skull bones. She feels relieved as at least there is no more logical impossibility in her bondage, even though her situation is hardly better than before.

She then feel more rope bound her around her already tied up ankles. She wonders what this means until she feels pushed on her back. Then the pressure on her ankles increases and they are pulled upwards. Her lower legs are pulled up until they are stopped by the foot-to-crotch ropes, at which point she feels her butt leave the floor. They are going to hang her by her feet! She squirms helplessly but there is little she can do at this point. Her butt is lifter higher and higher, until her shoulders too leave the floor, and then her hooded head. She begins to swing and spin in the air, losing all sense of orientation. From the yanks she feels in her ankles she knows she is pulled higher, but how much higher? She has no idea. As she spin in mid-air, curled, her weight pulling on the crotch rope and making it to dig deeper into her crotch, her blinded head twist helplessly around, as if she could see through the thick leather of the hood.

A moment later, she starts as she feels a new touch on her sweating body. Something is placed around her waist. It feels like a corset. And indeed, it begins to crush her torso from hips to chest in its embrace. She feels the tiny key pressed between her breasts and her nipples and areolae bulging out of holes cut into the front of the corset. At least she now knows that she is not very high in the air as there is a lot of shuffling around her body as the laces are tightened, inch by inch. Progressively, her waist girt is reduced, her proud and firm breasts are flattened against her ribs and her breathing gets difficult. She now has to breathe in short, shallow gasps. She is fighting the anguish it is causing to her already sensory deprived mind. She contorts her arms and wiggles her toes helplessly as the corset is tightened even further.

She is left alone to adjust to her new air-poor state for a few instants and then feels again someone close-by. Something is now pressing her securely bound arms against her back. She can no longer contort them. And then she feels pain in her scalp. Someone has yanked at her long mane, which is flowing down out of a hole at the top of her hood. This is unfair! She grunts in protest, hoping that the host is going to tell something against this unfair aggression. But the host is too much focused on providing the best show to her paying public to tell anything against such minor infringement of Felina's integrity.

Felina was not expecting so much fierceness in her public. Obviously they are not of the kind she is accustomed to. Maybe she should have gathered more information about this show, before signing the contract. Now, it is too late. She is breathing with the utmost difficulty, can hardly move at all and hear the blood pooling in her inverted head, pushing and throbbing in her temples. It feels as if only the hood were preventing her face to burst out from too much internal pressure. But trussed as she is now, she trusts that there is little that can be added to her bondage. She knows that her public will soon get out of inspiration and it will be time for her to prove her skills.

She is interrupted in the middle of these thoughts by a sudden violent pain in her left areola. She screams into her ball-gag, producing little more than a weak moan to the listeners. The pain is spreading through her flattened breast to her whole chest. What's this? It feels as if her areola had been pierced. She hears the host explaining something and she tries to focus her buzzing hearing on her words.

"Yes, dear public," she hears the host say. "I do not believe this breaking rule #3. Let me remind it to you: 'Felina's life must not be put at risk and none of her bones can be broken or dislocated or any part of her body permanently maimed.' I don't see piercing as maiming her. That's just jewelry and I'm sure Ms Pan Teer would agree with me if she could speak up."

Felina tries to grunt in protestation but to no avail. A moment later, another sharp pain pierces her right areola and she arches her body as much as her restraints allow it. She clenches her teeth on the ball, feeling the tiny key pressing against her tongue. Her nipples are throbbing from the agony. A moment later she feels a hand pulling on the ropes pressing against her crotch. And then the same pain flashes again, through her outer labia. Felina cannot believe it. She shakes her head frantically, hoping that someone will understand she disagrees. But everybody seems to misunderstand her, or to ignore her.

Just as she believes more pain is impossible, she feels the three fresh piercing yanked down. Her nipples are pulled out of the corset holes, along with part of her areolae and breasts, bulging grotesquely under the black rubber. Similarly, her outer nether lips are squeezed between the two crotch ropes and stretched down. The horrible pull continues until there is a clank as the heavy anchor chain reaches the floor, leaving her stretched between the ropes strangling her ankles and the chain pulling on her most delicate parts.

Unknown to her, the host has lowered her body enough for the chain to rest some of its link on the floor. Otherwise, her nipples and labia would have been thorn from her body, which would have caused a clear break of the rule #3.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host is rubbing her hands and smiling openly. So far there has been an uninterrupted flow of public members willing to add their penny to Felina's plight. Looking at the escapologist's contorted body, she licks her lips. This is definitely one of the best shows of her career.

"So, who's next? I'm sure you can find some more evil restraint to add to her. Between you and me, I have always found her a little too arrogant and self-assured. Let's teach her a lesson in humility..."

[mickhaddo]

I return to apply restraint to Ms Pan Teer for the fourth and final time. I am carrying a cloth bag, which from the way I lug it up on to the stage obviously contains something heavy. I drop it with a thud next to suspended escape artist, her body twitches and her hooded head twists towards the sound. Even this slight movement is enough to make the chains attached to her piercings tighten and I hear a groan escape the hood. I take a few moments to admire the beauty of her fiendishly constrained form before adding to her predicament.

The content of the bag is almost inevitable: chain. I draw out six feet of gleaming steel links, let them crash down onto the stage. I repeat the process until a full sixty feet of half-inch long links are heaped beneath Felina's hooded head.

I take one end of the chain and loop it tightly around Felina's narrow, corset-compressed waist, padlocking it closed with the lock resting on her stomach. I am aware that the slightest movement now causes Felina pain, so I am working very slowly and carefully, ignoring any calls from the audience to hurry up. I ask the host to help steady the escape artist's body.

I feed the whole length of the chain between her legs and through the large D ring at the tip of her single sleeve, then back forwards between her legs again. After all the slack has been taken up her bound arms are pulled down against her back and she has a double crotch-chain, which I secure by opening then re-locking the stomach padlock. I have arranged the crotch chains so they cross just before the one attached to her piercing, then cross again just afterwards, so that any movement of her arms will make things very uncomfortable.

Now I begin to work with the remaining length of the chain. I pass a loop of it around her body and her single-sleeve encased arms, tucking the end of the chain through the lacing of the sleeve on the way round. I pull the loop tight then repeat the process, each time threading the chain end through the lacing, crushing the escape artist's arms to her body as I work my way down from her waist to her shoulders. By the time I have finished I will have added many pounds to the weight of her bonds, her suspension ropes will inevitably tighten an dig into her even more.

The final couple of loops are above her cruelly stretched breasts, I make sure they are underneath the chains attached to her nipple piercings, so the torment of those attachments will not be lessened. After passing the end of the chain under the top of the sleeve lacings I pass it over (that is under) one of her shoulders and back up to her stomach so that it passes between her breasts. On the way I thread the end over and under the dozen coils of tight chain for extra security. I open the stomach padlock, attach the end of the chain and close it again. I've judged it well, there are only eight inches of links remaining spare.

I take the key of the padlock and move behind Miss Pan Teer. I hook the bundle of sleeve lacings out from between her arms find one of the ends find one of the ends. I thread the padlock key onto the lace then tuck the key underneath the strand of hemp rope running across the back of her neck, so she can feel it pressing into her flesh. I tie the end of the lace back into the bundle, which I tuck back down between her arms again.

As I perform this final task I listen to the escape artist's breathing. It is steady. Once again I am astonished by her self control in the face of such a hideous predicament.

I inspect the coils of chain for slack, am satisfied when I find none. I signal to the host that Felina's body no longer needs to be steadied and take my place back in the audience. My heart is beating fast. I stare with perfect fascination at the seemingly helpless form of Miss Felica Pan Teer, anxiously awaiting the start of her attempts to free herself. But before that can happen she is still at the mercy of anyone else in the audience...

[darknessmonger]

The man with a preference for devious placement of the keys decides to go again on the stage, there is still a part of her body with some movement posible and he will correct that.

A short chain joins her knees together, it goes around three turns, each one tighter than the other and ending with a padlock at teh back of her knees.

as for teh placement of the padlock key, he decided a real humilation is needed by the once confident escape artist and places the key inside a small plastic capsule wich is then covered in lubricant, the audience starts to go wild and the unsuspecting hanging body can listen to the catcalls.

He shows that the capsule can be easily opened and shouldnt be seen as an extra impediment for getting the key, but it was for the womans protection.

He pusshes chains panties and crotch rope to the side, shoving the capsule inside her anus. After her body stops contorting he puts everything back in place, the panties, the rope and the pair of chains.

He doubs the proud beauty on stage ill eb able to free herself, but will be amusing to see her try.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina is stretched as taut as a guitar string between her ankles, her nipples and her crotch. The corset constricting her chest is forcing her to work hard for each of her breaths and the least movement reminds her painfully how she is anchored to the floor. She cannot believe what is happening. As most artists, she used to think that her public is loving her, that the defamation campaign she has suffered was caused by the jealousy of some competitors, or the hunger for scoops of a certain kind of journalists. But the severity of her predicament is forcing her to realise that she must have enemies among the public.

As she is rummaging upon these dark thoughts, she hears a new person arrive. She feels chains wrapped tightly all around her hanging body, adding kilogram after kilogram to her weight. Each touch causes her to twitch and yank on her fresh piercing, eliciting muffled yelps from her gagged mouth. She can't imagine the length of the chain that is wrapped countless times around her, with devilish care. Each new coil is adding to her weight and makes the ropes circling her ankles and crotch, which are supporting her whole body, sink deeper into her flesh and bones. Blue veins are swelling on her purple feet, bulging between the straps of her high-heeled black sandals.

Just as she thinks things cannot get harder, a new spectator comes on stage and begins to wrap chain around her knees. Apart from the renewed tug on her nipples and labia piercings, this new bondage is not too evil, except when she realises where the key is going to be hidden. When she had devised the rule of the five "reachable" keys, she had not imagined how twisted and evil the imagination of her public would be. In her situation, there is nothing she can do to escape or even protest against this new humiliation and she has to feel the plastic egg forced into her rectum, where the several layers of clothing, rope and chains finish to seal it.

She is now realising that her plight might continue for much longer. When will this evil bondage come to an end? Will her public ever feel mercy for her?

[Aurelie.Catena]

The evil-grinning host congratulates the creativity of the man and, pacing the deck on her high-heeled boots, she calls the public for new performers.

"Ah, look at Ms Pan Teer ! This is going to be her chef-d'oeuvre ! But this still looks too easy for her. We have all seen her escaping from much stricter bondage. If she is to be washed from the suspicion of cheating, we must ensure this challenge is the strictest of all she has ever lived. We have all heard "chain-man" tell it was his last passage. I hope not! So I'm warmly inviting all of you to come and add your contribution to Miss Pan Teer's masterful demonstration, or at least to encourage Mr Chain-Man to come again. Remember the rule she devised herself: the bondage is to stop only when there are less than two persons willing to restrain her. I can't believe we have already reached this point?"

"Please, think about it a little. Do you think Miss Pan Teer will do this type of challenge again, once her honour will have been washed? Do you really think you will get another chance to touch her naked and helpless body? to wrap ropes around her limbs? I don't think so. This is probably a unique chance in your entire life! Don't let it pass. You'll regret it for years!"

"Moreover, think of what will happen next. Either Miss Pant Teer is the real genius of escapology she pretends to be, and then this thriffle bondage will be no problem to her and her glory will explode to the eyes of all the unbelievers, or she has cheated us, and then she deserves her current predicament and the humiliation that will come after if she stay stuck. By coming on stage and adding your restraint, you will either make her glory more brilliant, or her punishment more gruesome. I cannot see ONE reason why you should not come on stage!"

"So come, come here, brings your devices! I can see that many of you are still hesitating. Don't! You, there? Or you? Please line up! There will be enough for every one, but don't be late and don't wait too much!"

From within her cocoon of hemp and chain, Felina is listening at this speech. Focused on her breathing and trying to stay calm, she is no longer able to protest, even with her body language. What a bitch! she tells to herself

[fetishdj]

He steps up onto the stage again with another device, this one not bondage at all but hopefully just as restricting. He turns to show the audience - a bullet vibrator. He walks up slowly to where the victim hangs upside down, trussed up tightly and unable to move very much at all. Turning on the vibe, he presses it to her hooded ear, letting her here the buzzing through the thick leather and allowing her to wonder about it.

Then he reaches up and gently pulls aside the front of her panties, an operation made difficult by the chains wrapped around her legs, and inserts it into her vagina. A wire from the bullet protrudes from her to a battery pack and remote control and this he secures to the chains around her knees. He turns it up to full.

As he steps off the stage he knows that his device won't impede her in any physical manner - no restriction on movement that is not already in place. However, escapology requires quickness and clarity of thought. As the vibe does its work on her vagina and clitoris, there will be distractions enough to keep her mind off thoughts of escape.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As the man is about to place his vibe into Felina, the host walks up to him and stop his hand.

"I regret. I cannot accept this. Only true, physical restraints are acceptable. But you are welcome to stay and add a real restraint."

She then turns to the public, blinking at them "By the way, we don't want her to feel pleasure unduly, if she is really a cheater, do we?"

[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"

[Aurelie.Catena]

In a matter of seconds, Louise's clothes are ripped from her, down to her bra and panties. Then a long and thick steel penis gag is shoved into her mouth and its strap is padlocked behind her head. A heavy steel collar is locked around her neck, connected to a long chain that is quickly fixed to a ring set in the stage floor.

The host examines her from toe to hair and finally says, "Well, well, well. We usually punish those who disturb the show with expulsion... but in your case, I am ready to make an exception, as you have already contributed twice to it. I am willing to show mercy and offer you a deal: you can stay with us, here on stage, in whatever outfit, or lack of it, we decide you to wear, and you will assist the spectators in putting new restraints on our escape star. Or you can refuse it, and they we'll just lock you into a cage and dump you in the basement of this theatre, only to free you once the show is over. Moreover, if you accept to assist us, you'll show your good will by adding a new restraint on Miss Pan Teer."

The host eyes get icy cold as she stare at the kneeling, chained, gagged Louise. "So, what's your choice? If you agree to assist us, kiss my foot once. If you prefer to be dumped in a cage, don't kiss my foot. If you accept, my guard will lead you to our collection of restraints where you will pick one and place it on Miss Pan Teer. So, what's your choice?"

The host pushes her right high-heel-booted foot forward in easy reach of Louise.

[gagged_Louise]

If anyone had said in the morning this could possibly happen at an escape artist show she would have merrily laughed it off. But grabbed first by a man of the audience and then - with the host ordering it! - by a stage guard and stripped, chained and silenced with a kind of gag she had only heard of from sleazy porn movies which she had barely even seen - what was going on? She was being treated like a foul robber and stripped almost naked in front of an audience that now seemed to smile at the idea of seeing her humiliated. A fierce sense of shock washed through the kneeling Louise.

"Uuummghh! MMMMGHH!!" she offered as the Host outlined her idea of the offence she had committed. She heard herself: pitiful, like an animal. The inner protrusion of the cock gag filled much of her mouth and forced her tongue to lick it, the outer one jutted an obscene five inches out, and she felt the padlock tightly pressed against her hair. They had trapped her too.

As she listened to her alternatives, she felt confused and agonized. If she refused to take any part in this, she would be chained and caged in the basement for the rest of the show, possibly till next morning (didn't seem to be the first priority to set her free as soon as they were finished here so she could tell a newspaper, she mused).. But how far could she trust that they would only do that. One or more of the guards might abuse her, rape her, she might even be whisked away to some other place.

Louise tugs at the rope binding her hands behind her back and thinks it over: If I stay up here, at least I'll be able to witness what happens and they won't be able to harm me still worse... And afterwards I can tell the police, if it turns out real bad. These bitches must be brought to justice. You're a witness now!

She's aware that if she agrees to stay and - the thought sickens her - she licks this woman's boot, she will have to help others apply more restraints to Miss Pan Teer, but dimly she thinks:if it gets really barbaric and bestial I'll say no.

With the shock, fear and submerged excitement washing through her, she is too drained and confused to admit that if she doesn't say no now, will there be a place she could say no and stand up to it down the line?

"Do you want to be a sensible lady and see the show? Are you thinking of surrendering and letting us get on with the performance, Miss?" the Host asks, stretching every syllable of the word "performance" a bit. "Or will you agree to be dumped bound and silenced in the nice, deep basement of this theatre?"

Louise mumbles into the gag.- drool and tears drip over her cheeks. She wants to stand up and be a martyr, but is it worth it? And something in this scene is making a pull on her, too.

She flushes heavily. Secretly hating herself, she bends down, puts her head tilted close to the tip of the woman's right boot. She can't properly kiss it, but she rubs her lower lip against the shiny black .

"Good girl." The host turns to the guard. "Take her away and make her ready for her duties. And do not leave the slut ungagged at any time unless it is because she seems to need another cock to suck."

The last remark sends the audience into a roar of laughter, and Louise into a new flash of weary shock. With muted, wide eyes she looks up at the legs of the woman.

"Get up, you dumb whore" the guard growls at her and she feels the leash chain being unfastened from the bolt in the floor and tugged upwards. With a hard grunt, she gains her height and he begins marching her off stage..

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host looks at the guard, leading the poor Louise by her leash, until they both disappear back stage. She then turns again to the public.

"Good! Now that we are rid of this disturber, and while she is picking the restraint she is going to add on Miss Pan Teer, let's turn back to the show that brought us all, you and me, to this theatre. I mean, Felina Pan Teeeeer, the Queeeeen of Escaaaape. Shall you really let her escape so easily? Don't you want to give her a challenge at the level of her talent? Who is going to add the next restraint? You, there? Yes you!" Her piercing, incredibly sexy eyes are looking right into yours, seeming to instil her will right through to your very heart. "Yes, you, I know what is running in the back of your head. The time has come to realise it. Come here, touch that writhing body and add to its torment! Don't hesitate!"

[darknessmonger]

With the idea of restricting her mobility and to avoid the use of her last apendages capable of manipulating keys and ropes, DM comes back on the stage, this time he claims will use no keys, so as not to cause more complaints.

In his hand something that looked like a small leather bag, with a rope that could be tightened to close the opening.

he removes her sandals and puts her feet inside the bag, pushing the last one to make it fit in the reduced space

The rope is thightened at her ankles, just a little above the rope hanging her from the ceiling. given two turns around them and a last one also around the pair of ropes of her suspension.

He is satisfied that with the knees clenched togheter si will eb unable to get enough strength in her ankles to undo that knot.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina feels fingers on her feet. She feels her sandals untied and removed from her black-painted-nail feet. She is getting anxious now and wiggles her feet and toes helplessly. That is all she can do to protect herself, and this is so feeble. Soon, she feels her feet engulfed inside a leather pouch and tightened in.

Shit! she thinks for herself, while wiggling her feet some more, to no avail.

[gagged_Louise]

Led into a corridor and up a few steps, moving jerkily in her pumps - thank god she didn't pick taller heeled shoes, she's still aware at every moment that she must not stumble! - Louise arrives, under the cold eyes of Jeff, the guard, in a room where the shelves and walls are packed with restraints and odd artefacts. A straitjacket, panties with dildos fastened in front and back and with straps, a steel spreader bar with ankle cuffs. Grubby sacks, full or empty, some folded but probably large enough to stuff the performer inside one. More ball gags and ring gags, and of course lots of chains.

Her hands still bound at her back, Louise takes in the sight. She is shuddering but now also fascinated.

Suddenly she sets eyes on a piece of wooden board with each side littered with pointed pins, also wooden. They're dotted over the side like a spiked mat, only a bit less crowded. The board is a bout twenty to fifteen centimeters wide and the pins less than a centimeter high (1/3 to 1/4 inch). Both sides seem to be the same and there are straps that can be tied off from the edges of the piece.

She points at it with the penis gag, frowns and grunts.

"That one? Oh, it's one we sometimes put against Miss Felina's arms or legs. It scratches in a nasty way when it's in place. Still, they're not so deep that they'll vause her to bleed. The straps, those are for fastening it when it's wedged in against one or two of her limbs."

Louise thinks about it for a few moments, then nods.
"Is this what you want to offer her, whore?"

Louise looks back at him, her eyes wide. I may be bound but I have still got my pride, she thinks. But if she doesn't pick anything - the cellar...

Without warning, the guard slaps her face hard. "You gonna cooperate or make more trouble?" She makes a muffled howl of shock. "Aaaaughh!! Mmm!! Nooommpppf"

"You want that one, slut? Remember, we only remove your gag if we want you to suck cock."

Crying wildly in defeat, sinking to her knees, Louise nods yes. The guard picks up the implement and with a rude yank pulls at the leash.
"Come on then, gotta get you into shape. Miss.. And I guess the slut needs some make up too. Don't want the hall to see she's been sobbing."

[Aurelie.Catena]

With her arms bound in her back, Louise could not carry the device she had chosen. Therefore, the guard hooked one of its straps around her neck, making sure that the evil little wooden spikes rested upon her bosom. Then, without more ceremony, he tore apart Louise's panties and bra and threw her pumps away. He tied a kind of rope skirt around her waist, consisting in a rope belt from which countless thin knotted leather lanyards dangled down to the middle of her thighs. In replacement for her bra., he clamped one strong black folder clip on each of her nipples, from which a short knotted leather lanyard was dangling.

"Let's see your make-up, now..." the guard said. He rubbed her thumbs under Louise's eyes, smearing black tinge aside. He then uncapped a black permanent marker and began to write in bold capital letters across the gagged girl's forehead: "BONDAGE ASSISTANT".

"Now, let's hurry back to the stage. They are waiting upon us!" he said, propelling her with a kick in her butt.

The poor Louise stumbled forward, the spiked board bouncing against her bare breasts. As they arrived by Felina's writhing body, the guard hooked once again Louise's leash chain to the floor and then cut the rope binding her hands, so that she will be able to help the next spectator.

"Now, place your device!" the host orders her. "And be quick! Once done, kneel down and you'd better keep a low profile until we call for your assistance again." She then turns to the audience, "And now you have another enticement to come here on stage: groping this slut on the way!"

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC:
It has been more than 24 hours since the last restraint was put on Felina. I believe it's time to switch to the escape. I'll wait for Louise to add her device and then I'll start. In the mean time, you can still put more restraints on Felina.

[mickhaddo]

As the host said, I can't waste this chance to play my part in defeating the worlds greatest escape artist, the incomparable Felina Pan Teer. I've use up all my main restraints, but I find something else in the bottom of my holdall. Once more I am back on stage, approaching the bizarrely constrained perfomer with a coil of latex medical tubing in my hand. As a pass Louise I whisper, "You gave me the idea for this."

I gather Felina's hair up and twist it into a pony tail. I wind and bind one end of the stretchy tubing into the tail's end, then knot the end of pony tail around the tube. I listen to muffled grunts and yelps though her hood as I work; I realise I am deliberately inflicting pain on Miss Pan Teer, something that earlier I endeavored to avoid. Am I succumbing to the sadistic spirit of the baying audience, who are yelling at me to twist and pull harder?

I run the tube up to the bag covering her feet. Feeding it between her suspension ropes and over and between her feet, before working the tip back between her calves. As I pull it tight, and it begins to stretch, the tube hauls Felina's head back by her hair until, were it not for the hood, she would almost be looking ahead at row upon row of sadistic grins. The chain holding the hood in place is stretched across her throat like a cruel necklace. Meanwhile, the loop over her feet tightens the bag down over them. Hauling until the tension on the tube, and her hair, is extreme I complete another cinching loop before knotting the other end of the tube to itself.

Having completed my hair-hogtie I carry out an inspection of all of Miss Felicia Pan Teers restaints, satisfying myself that there is not a trace of slack anywhere. I lean down close to her hood head and say:

"Now get out of that!"

The audience cheers. I blow a kiss to Louise (who in return for her predicament has the best view of the upcoming entertainment) and return to my seat. My heart is beating fast, I can't wait for the escape to begin. I have followed the career of Felica for years, surely this will be the toughest test of her skills to date.

[gagged_Louise]

OOC:


The chain holding the hood in place is stretched across her throat like a cruel necklace.

I doubt that any sadist in his right mind would have tightened a hood with a chain in that place. Have seen real leather and latex hoods, and I know people who use them, and they never have a chain under the chin that could slide down against the throat under any circumstances - unless the hood is merely decorative. The reason is, it would create an obvious sneaky danger of cuttting off air in the windpipes or affecting blood vessels in the throat.
The hood Miss Felina is wearing is, no doubt, tightened by a zip and a buckled, padlocked strap at the back of her head. Let's not inflict restraints that will make all continued struggle impossible or a threat to her life, please?

[gagged_Louise]

With a free-standing ladder held by two of the stage hands, Louise and another guard climb up to get level with the escape queen's legs. Despite the heavy restraints, she can see the muscles are still tense and working. The knees bending at a sharp angle by the ankle-to-waist ropes she once added, in what feels like another world, and the calves covered in. But the thighs are still working, slowly, almoist imperceptibly moving.

Louise points at the thighs with her penis prop, trying not to blush; her own hands wouldn't be strong enough by now to do what this takes, but the muscular guard pushes his fingers in between Miss Felina's thighs and separates them. They hear the escape artist's moan at this new assault. Louise undoes the board and pushes it between the thighs, the raspy points set to scratch against the other woman's legs. As the muscular man moves his hands out, Miss Pan Teer's thighs slide back, and they hear a hoarse gust of pain from the suspended artist. "Please for give me" Louise thinks as they make their way down.

Once down on the stage, her hands are tied behind her back again and she is once more chained down to the bolt in the floor. Now, surely, the show will begin for real - but how will it end?

[Aurelie.Catena]

Louisa hurried to take the spiked board she had chosen and placed it above the rear of Felina's thighs. As these were pressed against each other by the knee chain, Louisa had some difficulty to push the board between them. She had to hammer her fist on the side of the board several times, until it was firmly lodged between Felina's muscular thighs. Each punch caused the bound hanging girl to yelp into her gag. Once the board was firmly in place, with its evil wooden spikes darting into the inner thighs, Louisa tightened the straps around each leg until the flesh was bulging around them, and closed the buckles. Then she got back on her knees and crawled as far as the short neck chain allowed her to go.

This restraint did not add much restriction to Felina's already strictly-immobilised legs, but the little points were adding much discomfort and she knew that they would be a major cause of pain when she would begin to struggle. Her main escape technique consisted in twisting and contorting her body in order to gather slack or reach crucial knots or padlocks. Those spikes were going to grind into her flesh with every move.

Then she heard and felt a new spectator coming. Her hair was brutally yanked, pulling painfully on her scalp, and then her head was pulled backward with so much strength that her back was arched in a tight circle and her neck contorted to the verge of snapping. She moaned in pain, her scalp and spine aching like hell. Over her moans of pain, she heard the public cheering and applauding as the man, tugged some more on her braid. Her feet were pulled some more towards her head. Felina was very supple, a real contortionist. She tried to pull on her belly muscle to prevent the man to pull her too far, but obviously he knew her well. He knew that she was able to bend her body in a full circle and he was aiming for exactly that feat, yanking repeatedly on the braided tube until the tip of her bagged feet touched the back of her hooded skull. He knew that usually Felina was able to move her feet in front of her face but in the present situation, the corset was preventing so much flexibility. This incredible contortion made breathing even more difficult and also stretched her pierced nipples some more out of the corset holes. Felina was now totally immobilised, writhing in pain, hanging by ankles and anchored to the floor.

The man then retightened some of the chains and ropes that the impossible bending of Felina had slackened. Only when he was happy that everything was tight and trim did he stop working on her. As he whispered into her ear, she recognized the voice of the man who has already placed so many and so cruel restraints on her body. She trembles at the idea that another spectator could come up on stage, even to add a trifling restraint, as this would allow this professional bondager to come again and produce another example out of his evil bag of tricks.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Grinning viciously, the host is contemplating Felina's plight with obvious pleasure and pride. She then turns to the public.

"Dear public, as you can see, even when there seems nothing more can be added, it is still possible to make Miss Pan Teer's life more miserable and her challenge more difficult. I'm really mystified by the creativity you have demonstrated so far and I am wondering what you will come next."

"Also, I'm sure you are all wondering what THIS man would do if he could add one more restraint. Unfortunately, according to the rules, he cannot come back on stage until at least someone else has added another restraint. So, even if this is just to wrap a coil of paper adhesive tape around her legs, your contribution might lead to more restriction to our courageous lady."

"Yes, we can consider this challenge from a new point of view. This is not only Miss Pan Teer who is challenged here. YOU too are. Think of all those who are following this show on their TV screen, who have not got the chance to attend it live. I know they are looking at you and your creativity. No, this is not only Miss Pan Teer challenge, this is a real contest, a competition between HER escape skills and YOUR creativity!"

"Are you sure she is secure enough? I'm sure you have seen her shows in the past. Each time she seemed locked in a totally inescapable bondage, and still she always finds the weak points and use them to break free. Think of how stupid you will feel when you come back home and your friends tell you ' I knew she was going to do that and free herself, I'm surprised none of you could see that!'. Will you let it happen? I trust you shall not!"

"Now, the production has just told me that they are going to give 100$ for every restraint that she has not been able to remove at the end of the challenge. This money will be given of course to those who have placed them. So, Mister Bondage Pro could well leave tonight with 500$ more in his wallet. Is that not a generous offer? Moreover, those same winners will be first on the line to get on stage to humiliate and punish our lovely artist."

"Now, who is coming next? Think of the 100$! Don't be shy!"

[mickhaddo]

OOC:



I doubt that any sadist in his right mind would have tightened a hood with a chain in that place.

Apologies - I think I failed to picture how the hood was chained closed properly. I didn't mean to imply that I was deliberately restricting breathing, only that Felina's head was tilted back now, so the front of her neck is visible to the audience. I would remove that line from my post if I could figure out how! :o

[js207]

An evil smile showing on her face, the latex-clad sadist who had installed Felina's new piercings earlier stalked back on stage. Pinching the chained Louise's nipples cruelly enough for a yelp of pain to emerge past the humiliating penis gag as she passed, Jenny revealed her next torment to the waiting audience: a large Thermos flask.

The excitement the audience had felt at seeing this calculating sadist return to make poor Felina's ordeal harder turned to bewilderment: she was going to serve Felina coffee? Soup?

Their answer came as Jenny allowed a few drops to fall onto Louise's chest. The audience cheered once more as the chained girl jumped around, jerking against her chains and trying in vain to escape the hot wax dripping from the flask. It wasn't hot enough to burn - just enough to give a stinging shock as it first makes contact. Getting it off, of course, can be another matter.

Turning to face the audience, the brunette announced that she had noticed earlier that Felina wasn't fully waxed down there ... yet. The audience cheered again at this thought, while Jenny turned her attention back to the trussed entertainer.

Rationing the wax carefully, the elegant tormentor filled the small gap available inside each of the bondage mittens and the foot bag before reaching the bikini. Smoothing each piece of black leather back into place, a few firm tugs confirmed the wax now sealed the bikini firmly in place: Felina would have to give herself the most thorough waxing she could imagine in order to extricate herself now!

Taking a bow, her self-appointed beautician stepped back to Louise, showing the audience a small riding crop out of the captive's line of sight, and asked if she should get those drops of wax off the blonde girl's chest. The girl herself was baffled but unable to reply; the audience seemed quite enthusiastic, so Jenny obliged by cropping each drop in turn until her victim's chest was clean again, but red and sore.

[darknessmonger]

He didn't plan to add more to the bondage, but the idea of going home with some extra cash in his hands put his mind back to work.

He goes on the stage with a pair of complex devices, it looks like six sections of thick leather sticks, so thick they seem imposible to bend, each sections is about 30 centimeters in length and joined toghether by chains, each one of them has several orifices.

He takes an oportunity to fustigate Louise with the device and asks for asistance in putting it.
one of the leather restrainstis placed at her side, with the two middle sections and he passes a chain into one of the orifices, the chains goes over Felina's chest and he asks the assistantto hold it in place while he puts the other restraint at her other side and passes the chain.

Slowly he makes the chain go round and round her whole abdomen, thightly. It compromises the two middle sections of each device, leaving two sectiosn hanging close to hershoulders, and other two on her hips.

He continues with the ones for her lower limbs, first thightening the ones at each side of her legsfrom hips to knees, then the last part ending in her bagged feet. This causes the device between her thighs to hurt her as her legs were held toghether thigtly.

The long chain goes back up and to her shoulders, giving mor eturns aroudn the bondage queen.
Not much could be made for her arms so constricted as they were already but now thay also had the two leather bars at each side with several loops of chain around them, finaly the chain returns to where it started at her shoulders, with some pulls at several places he thigthens it more andfinaly fixes the two extremes with a padlock.

but he's not done yet, he real purpose was to add tensors at several places of her body so she couldn't change position.
Each of the orifices on the bars on her arms was joined with each one at her sides with rope. Fixing her arms behind her back at diferent places.

next were the legs, he fixed each of the orifices along her thigs to the bar at each side of her navel, each rope holding her legs in the position they were at the moment.

And finally ropes joining from the thigs to the lower legs. It would be imposible to straight her legs with so many tensors holding them in place.

Now for the moment everybody was waiting, he raises the key to the padlock high in the air for all to see,
It's simply a key with a smal ring opened in one side.

He goes to the front of the hanging woman, fishes her nose from the small orifice of the hood, separates the ring wth both hands, and puts each half in each nostril, the ring closes, pressing in her septum, but without piercing it.So thighly that as much as she moves it won't fall down. To remove it she will need either both hands,or a high resistance to pain.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As she hears the host announce the production is going to offer a reward for every restraint she will be unable to break from, Felina begins to feel fear. This was not planned at all. During their negotiations, the host had seemed to be genuinely willing to help Felina prove her honour and skills. They had agreed that except from the rules Felina had sketched, no restraint would be prohibited. It was the only condition that would make the proof solid as a rock. But never it had been mentioned that the public would be enticed to place inescapable restraints. This reward was going to motivate more and more spectators. Felina understood now that it was not in the interest of the Show that she escape too easily or at all. The longer it took for her to break free, the more advertisement they would be able to broadcast. Moreover, if ever Felina remained stuck, the humiliation show that would follow would bring new, even juicier contract with advertiser.

Felina realised she had been trapped. But it was too late. The fateful rule #4 was playing against her and the only arbiter of these rules was the host anyway. Felina grunted and squirmed in her strict bondage but there was now very little she could do to express herself and only Louisa and the host even noticed she had reacted.

The effect of the reward was not long to wait for. Another man approached her and Felina heard Louisa yelping just next to her. It seemed that her former defender was now unable to protect even herself. This was not a good prospect. And indeed, moments later she felt liquid wax poured through a hole in the arm-binder. She screamed into her gag as it burned her skin. The waxed filled the end of the arm-binder, surrounding the mittens and some of it even infiltrated the leather pouch, filling all the space around her hands and fingers.

The man then pierced a small hole at the top of the bag covering her feet and poured more wax there, filling all the room with it and burning her flesh. Some of the wax dribbled down her legs. He then directed his attention to the top of the corset that was crushing her breasts against her ribcage. Her poured there the remnant of the wax, which instilled itself all around her delicate breasts, filling her bra and dripping from the holes through which her nipples were cruelly stretched and pierced.

All along the treatment, Felina was screaming from the pain caused by the hot wax on her sensitive skin. She also knew that soon the was would cool and solidify, trapping her feet and fingers even further.

More was to come as another spectator come on stage. Felina heard once again Louisa's moans close by. What happened to her? Then followed a long bondage procedure. She felt more chains wrapped around her whole body, from her wrist to her ankles. She could feel articulated rods pressed against both sides of her body, arms, torso and legs. Everything was pulled extra-tight. Her arms were now secured by five restraints: the elbow rope, the mittens, the arm-binder, a first chain pulling them against her torso, and now this new device pressing them together. The last chain is locked to itself by a padlock resting between her shoulder blades. This is the fifth and last padlock her rules allowed.

But the bondage is not yet finished as the articulated rods are now tied to each other by a long rope zigzagging between them, ensuring that she will remain in that exact position even if other restraints are released. The last act is particularly cruel and humiliating as the man hang the key from her nose, making sure to clamp the spring-loaded ring on the sensitive flesh of her septum.

Felina is feeling anguish growing. Never had she been bound so strictly and painfully. She was beginning to wonder if she would be able to break free.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host applauses as the man completes his master-work of bondage, leaving the poor Felina tightly wrapped in a web of chains and ropes. The whole audience is applauding, stamping their feet and whistling in cheerful approval.

"That's fantastic!" the host exclaims. "I believe we are reinventing the whole domain of escapology. Felina is going to break new grounds and she will no doubt become the most famous escape artist of all times. And all this is thank to YOU and YOUR creativity!"

"This last piece of bondage has used the last key that was allowed by the rules, but of course this does not prevent you from adding other types of restraining devices. I'm really impatient to know what you are going to invent next to add to her misery."

She looks at the man who added the corset and the hair to feet bondage. "Is there anything you want to add or are you out of ideas now?" she asks him.

[lonerider]

As I watched other people restraining Miss Felina I couldn't help but admire the brave way she accepted everything that was put on her. Well, in fact, I had to admit she had nothing else to do but accept everything that was put on her as long as the host of the show didn't stop it!
In the end, I decided I could add something to the show and at the same time show my admiration for the brave Lady restrained in an almost impossible way. So I got up from the audience, and getting some heavy ropes I got on the stage.
As I went beside Louise I decided to whisper how nice I saw her looking like that and how much I hoped she would do something similar one day.
I got closer to Miss Felina inverted, restrained body, and working very carefully I took one of his tits, and began wrapping it up till I saw it gaining purple colour, then I went through the other one and did the same, I secured the rope tightby going through her inverted head and with three turns of the rope I continued to her bagged feet. There I wrapped her up with the rope, went up to her binded arms, two turns in there, and I ended up finishing the job in the same place I had begun, Miss Felina's right tit.
As I gained a little distance from her, I could hear her moaning and grunting.
Wondering what would come up next, I got off stage to regain my seat again, pleased at my contribution to the show.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The reward offered by the Production seemed to have created new vocations among the public. The wax was not even allowed to cool before the next rigger came on stage. He was interested in working on Felina's breasts but those were crushed under the tight corset. Her nipples and areolae only could be seen, bulging out of the holes, pierced, covered with dripping wax and the bikini top. However, the man found that two circular cap could be unzipped in the front of the corset. He immediately did it and Felina's proud and firm breasts seemed to burst out of them, dripping with wax and sweat, their nipples pushing against the bra cups. Without more care for his victim's modesty, he tore the material apart, leaving Felina's breasts entirely naked under their coating of wax, stretched down by the pin pierced through their areolae.

The breast bondage that came next transformed each boob into a mushroom of flesh, with a narrow stem and a bulging, taut, throbbing sphere at its top. Felina moaned at this new attack. It seemed as if the prospect of a reward had brought out the most sadistic moods of the audience.

But more was to come. The breast bondage was connected to coils of ropes that circled Felina's head at the height of her mouth, pushing the ball gag even deeper into her oral cavity. From there, the rope went to her ankles, then back to her wrists and finally, passing between her legs, back to her breasts. This had the effect to pull the strangled base of her breasts in two opposite directions, while her nipples were pulled downward by their piercings.

[mickhaddo]

The excitement I am feel as I stare at the escape artist's cruelly contorted and bondage festooned form (an utterly bizarre work of art) is now tempered by unease as a I think of the agony she must be enduring. I accept a microphone from an assistant, then stand and say to the host: " I could tie my shoe laces somewhere on Miss Pan Teer for another hundred dollars, but I do not wish to place any further restraints on her body. I think the time has surely come to allow her display her mastery of the art of the escape." There are a few cries of agreement, but an equal number of boos and hisses as I sit down - wondering nervously what will happen next...

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host seems a bit unhappy with this intervention, but she smiles anyway and tries to stimulate other spectators to come on the stage.

"Anybody wants to make a better use of her or his shoe laces? Or of anything else?"

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina is writhing and panting in her incredibly strict and painful bondage. Close-ups of her body are displayed on a giant screen, as well as on TV to thousands of spectators. A message suddenly appears at the bottom of the display. It reads:


What's your prediction about Miss Pan Teer's success? Let us know here (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/showthread.php?t=23417)!

[lonerider]

As I thought what else I could do to finish up the challenge to Miss Felina, I thought it a good idea to go on with the wax thing, only this time it would be a little more cruel maybe.
Asking for the wax pot to the one that used it before, I got on the stage again, and whispered to Louise that she'd better look what was going to happen, as I'd think to do it myself to her...
I went very close to Miss Felina and whispered in her ear if she'd mind me putting any more restraints in her. As I saw her trying to shake her head trying to say no, I knew she wanted me to go on... so I just pointed to her ball gag, and very slowly started to pour hot wax directly to her mouth lips, my intention being to seal totally her mouth so that the previous key would be firmly in place. I heard her groaning as she felt the pain, but slowly wax began to seal totally the space between the mouth, the ball gag and her mouth lips till they couldn't be distinguised any more.
Then I went working to her tits, and did the same thing, only this time what was sealed was the ropes, chains and clamps in Felina's tits, I did it till all was covered with hot dripping wax.
And then I went straight to her pussy and anus, and I proceeded to do the same with her labia and orifices. no one could now distinguish any chains, ropes, clamps, ball gag or anything where I had poured hot wax... the ultimate restraint, I thought.
As I left Miss Felina grunting and groaning, but unable to move, I felt that my contribution to her show had been worthwhile, and I made up my mind to talk to her if she managed to escape, so that she knew who put the las restraints on her.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The man comes to Felina, holding the pot of hot wax that the stage assistants have given him. He practices a small hole into her hood, just in front of her mouth. By means of a funnel, he begins to poor the liquid wax onto her up-turned face. Felina screams and pleads and grunts as the hot liquid burns her lower face, enters her mouth and covers the whole area under a thick layer of wax.

The sealing of her breasts is even more painful as her sensitive skin is not used to such extreme temperature. The way is generously poured over her binds and clamps until nothing can be seen, causing the poor Felina to squirm helplessly inside the many layers of her bondage.

The burning of her crotch is still harder. She can't believe so much pain is possible. Never she has at the mercy of such sadistic persons. She regrets she has not set a rule against pain, but now it is too late. She has to suffer it all. How long will this continue? When will she be allowed to try and escape from her torturous restraints? Lost in her artificial night, she has no idea how much time has passed. To her agonizing mind, it seems like hours...

[gagged_Louise]

Watching in horror as Miss Felina is being scalded with hot wax at her feet, her hands, in her privates and even her face, Louise shivers and every grunt of the trapped performer is engraved in her mind. These people who are willing to pour the hot dripping matter in mouth and pussy and in various other spots, and then even let it harden in poor Felina's mouth, what are they made of? They seem utterly indifferent to whether the escape star might die at their hands. Don't they realize that some of the wax might drip or choke into Felina's nostrils, the one narrow place she can pull in air? Tugging helplessly at her wristropes, Louise begins to fear for her own life as well as Felina's. If they kill the performer they will surely not let her escape either! And some of the audience seem to have worked up such sadistic lusts that they might even kill them both by accident and toss their dead bodies in a garbage bin.

And that man had dared whisper to her that he might do the same to her. Slightly shaking her head behind the protruding cock gag, Louise can only hope that it wasn't a serious threat: the idea of having hot wax - or hot semen - running down her throat in any amount sets her mind tumbling with revulsion.

[chainedsissyfeet]

In the control room, the ironically named 'Director' (it was tattooed on his back; why needlessly deface a chair?) jumped as both his headset and chrome anal plug sparked to life with electricity. Their simultaneous activation meant one thing: 'creative input' from the show runner, watching with the suits from one of the studio's hospitality suites.

"You idiot, get a commercial on! There's a difference between a tension-raising dramatic pause and dead air, you know, and right now they're all just staring at each other! The Instatron is showing great ratings, but if we lose them I'll be flayed in the boardroom next month, and if that happens, YOU'LL be offered a short guest-starring role on 'The Carrion Channel!'"

The plug sparked again at a much higher setting as the headphones went silent. He'd tensed himself for it; the bastard ALWAYS did that.

Careful not to snag any unwanted faders or buttons with the cuff chain, he keyed the five-seconds tone in the host's monitor and queued up the spot for PeroxiBleach Concentrated Slave Wash. The way the chained-up blonde danced when the spray hit her at :17 into the spot used to make his chastity tight, but repeated viewings had dulled the effect.... "Commercials, who would I have to kill to get to make commercials," he thought.

As the sponsor logo filled the screen and the voiceover began the breathless litany of side-effects disclaimers to weasel out of property damage claims for blindness and the like, he gave the host another five-seconds warning, selected Camera 2-LIVE, and rolled the lead-in.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The hostess is pacing the stage from side to side, looking into the eyes of every spectator in tun.

"Who will be next? Who is going to add another restraining device to our lovely escape artist?" she was asking to the audience in various ways, teasing them, begging them, commanding them. But when, after five minutes, nobody had volunteered to come back on stage, she had to admit that the bondage part of the show was over. She looked at the tightly bound girl hanging from the ceiling and grinned. That should be enough anyway she thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now declare the bondage finished. We'll now let our heroin, our fantastic escape artist do her job: free herself! Behind me you can see a big timer. Miss Pan Teer will now have six hours to break free from ALL her restraints. If she fails to remove even one, her challenge will be considered a failure and she will stay with us for more hours of humiliation and pain for her, and excitement and fun for YOUUUUUU!"

"Have you understood, Miss Pan Teer?" she asked to Felina. The bound girl nodded weakly.

"Good!" the hostess continued. "Now, let's all count down to 0! Ready?"

The audience was crazy with anticipation and lust, and the answered with a rolling thunder of applauses and whistles. Then, cadenced by the count-down on the screen, they chanted together"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[gagged_Louise]

"I hope to God I won't be clearly visible on camera" Louise thought to herself, kneeling and silenced as before, "at least as little time as possible". It was only after half an hour on stage that it had struck her again that the show was being broadcast live. She almost smiled, being spotted on tv was the least of her problems with being here but it still felt like a very embarrassing thought. If any of her friends saw her on screen now, what would they ever think?

She looked over at the contorted, bound, almost circle-strung Miss Felina. Even more than when she had entered the stage, she wished she could help her, but right now there was not one thing she could do. They were both trapped, and Louise thought to herself "If we get out of this alive, I swear I shall try to send that host to jail for a long time."

[Aurelie.Catena]

All the eyes focused on the hanging girl, whose body could hardy be seen under all the layers of bondage that were packed around her contorted form. Her arms were secured by a tight rope cinching her elbows together, padlocked mittens whose padlock was in her mouth, a tight arm-binder that is secured to her corseted body by a rope, by several coils of a chain that is padlocked over her belly, whose key is tied against the back of her neck, by a second set or chain coils are tightened around her legs, torso and arms and whose opening key is dangling from her nose, and finally by a rope connecting her breasts, head, feet, hands and crotch in succession. She is hanging by her ankles, which are connected to a crotch rope, as well as to her braided hair, fixing her body in cruel circle with her feet almost touching her hooded head. Her feet are wrapped in a bag of leather. Her hood is locked by a padlock whose key is trapped between her tightly bound breasts. She is wearing a tight corset. Her breasts are pierced just behind their nipples and anchored to a heavy anchor chain laying on the floor. Finally, wax has been poured over her gagged mouth, over her breast and crotch restraints, and into her mittens, and is slowly cooling and solidifying.

As the timer begins to start counting down the first seconds of its six hours, nothing can be seen happening. Felina is hanging immobile from the ceiling. This is hardly surprising, given the number of restraints she is secured with, but most peoples in the audience are regular fan of Felina Pan Teer and were half-expecting to see all here bonds collapse in a matter of seconds. The best observers notice some of her muscles bulging or twitching, beads of sweat rolling down her breasts and dripping from their nipples, but that's all.

Five minutes pass without anything noticeable happens. Felina's fans begin to feel worried, while most other are beginning to feel bored. The hostess too is worried. Not because of Felina's lack of success so far, but because of the lack of action. She knows that a show without action becomes soon a show without audience. Smiling to the public and blinking at them, she comes to Felina.

"Any problem, Miss Pan Teer? Are you stuck? Do you want to call it a failure and stop here? Grunt once if you want to bail out, twice if you want to continue." She holds her microphone in front of the black hood covering Felina's head. Two grunts in quick succession echo through the room, transmitted by the loud-speaker.

The hostess cannot hide her discontent. What is this bitch believing? Can she really hope to break out of such a heap of knots and chains? Is she just trying to win time, to wait until every spectator has left the room and zapped to another channel, and concede her defeat only once she know it will go unnoticed? I can't let her ruin the show! I have to find something! the hostess thought. And then an idea rose to her mind.

"Hey folk! Don't you think we deserve a better show than that? Don't you think we should find a way to motivate Miss Pan Teer to work faster on her escape?" she asked the bored audience.

Her question woke up many of the spectators and they all cheered their approval. Comforted by their reaction, the hostess continued.

"I knew you would be with me. Listen to what I propose. Every 30 minutes, one of you will come on stage and will add a painful device to our escape artist. Notice that this cannot be a restraint. It cannot prevent her from doing her escape, except from the pain it causes. I'm sure this will motivate her to finish her escape in as few 30-minute periods she can!"

Her proposal was welcomed with cheers and whistles, and a twitch from Felina.

"The first period is beginning RIGHT NOW! Who is going to be our first pain-giver? Don't be afraid. We have a very large collection of torture implements back stage. Come with your ideas and will provide you with the right tools."

[js207]

Jenny smiled as the sexy hostess invited the audience to hurt poor Felina. A committed sadist, even her "restraints" had been intended more to inflict pain than to confine - now there was no need for pretence. She stalked on her high heeled boots, knowing that by now Felina would hear the steps and know it was her tormentrix returning for more, fear making the experience all the more intense.

At first glance, the device seemed innocuous: like a joystick with a big ball on top, the weight making the joystick tilt to one side. She quickly explained to the audience, however, that the base contained a series of piezo-electric crystals, the little devices which produce powerful, painful but harmless sparks for lighting gas stoves.

"I was worried poor Lou here might get bored with nothing to do for hours while Felina tries to escape - but we need someone to hold this heavy ball in position, so that should keep her ... entertained..."

With that, she placed the device in Louise's hands and clipped a series of wires to both girls' most sensitive areas. To "help the girl focus", she rolled a tight rubber hood into place, blocking out Louise's vision; just before the hood obscured it, the audience clearly heard a quick succession of sharp crackling noises. Her expression and the way both girls jumped in pain made it obvious what had happened, but after a few seconds of struggling in agony the chained blonde managed to get the ball back into the middle position and stop the shocks ... for now. How long would it be before she slipped again, though - and would her poor muscles manage to hold the ball up for the whole six hour ordeal, even with such intense agony as an incentive?

[Aurelie.Catena]

The hostess compliments the sadistic girl. "Well done! This is certain to keep her focused on her task. She has now 30 minutes to break free. After that, I'll call for something else to add to her motivation."

[gagged_Louise]

Her brow dotted with sweat already, Louise watches with suspicion as the woman presents her toy and explains to the hall how it works. When it dawns on her that she is sure to be involved herself, the soft shaking of her head can do nothing. Bitterly mumbling "No...nommmghhh...", to her dismay the electro-toy shaft is soon right there, placed in her bound hands from where it must not be dropped. The copper wires drawn to her labia and nipples and attached there, and over to Felina, make no secret of what will happen.

Just as the dark hood is pulled down over the eyes, she feels the shaft tipple a little, and the shocks bite into her softest spots. Furious, locked in the dark and sweating cold bullets, Louise screams into the thick damn rubber gag and tries to get a grip on what direction the shaft is now tilted. The growls of her fellow captive reach her too. She's never known such pain to her genitals before. Forcing herself to be methodic, she cups her left hand at the base of the thing and feels out where it is, before tilting her butt and her hands a bit to get it into standing again. After some very long moments, as it feels, the current shuts off, but the hoarse pain to her breasts and pussy does not. Leaning forward, she stares into the jet black and sobs silently, swearing again that she will have her revenge on these scum if she and Felina escape from here.

[gagged_Louise]

OOC: it's a steel gag of course, but the inside and the top half of the outer dildo are clothed with a layer of black rubber

[Aurelie.Catena]

Although nothing could be seen from the outside, Felina had actually begun her escape long before the count-down had begun to tick. As soon as the leather mittens had been locked around her hands, she had started to claw at them with her black-painted finger nails. It was not very easy as her hands were packed into tight balls, but her nails were not regular ones. Super-glued over them were false nails made out of a light and hard alloy. They were sharp enough to allow her to abrade any soft material without being dangerous to her own safety. She had been continuously sawing the seam of her mitten around her nails. The task was made more difficult by the fact that her hands were enveloped into separate mittens and thus they tended to move along with her fingers. But as more and more layers of bondage were added, her mittens were soon totally solider of each other and sawing became easier.

For a long time she had hoped to be able to use her toes to free herself but that hope had been overturned by the addition of the foot bag. She was now too busy attacking them with her toenails, which were equipped with the same blades as her fingers. She had started her work there later and was not as advanced, but there was only the bag to pierce here, while her hands had to dig through the mittens and the arm-binder.

A little before the escape had officially started, she had made holes in her mittens wide enough to allow her fingers to pass through. She had not dared to continue at this point as the bondage phase was not yet finished. If the spectators had noticed what she was doing, they might have decided to add a new restraint that would have rendered her task more difficult.

As soon as the timer was started however, she attacked the arm-binder with all her skills. The sleeve was so tight that her fingers had hardly more freedom than before. However, as it was designed to fit as tightly as possible to her skin, the leather was much thinner that the mittens and she had no doubt she would pierce it in less than 10 minutes. Her feet too were busy abrading the leather bag that covered them.

She was almost done when she heard the hostess getting impatient. She grunted in protest when she heard how she wanted to motivate her. As if she needed motivation to break out of this bondage hell! But there was nothing she could do, and the audience was obviously on her side. She yelped as she felt clamps biting onto her erect nipples and her labia, but when she felt the actual jolt coursing through them, she moaned in pain and anger. What bothered her was that she could hear Louisa moaning in rhythm with her. By chance, the electricity was not preventing her from sawing the leather with her nails and she continued her work.

The current finally ceased but she knew it could start again any time and she was now living with that fear knotting her throat. Also, she knew that it would get worse in 30 minutes when the next pain device would be added. She doubted she would have freed herself by that time. Cursing inwardly, she continuer working with her toe and finger nails.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Soon, Felina's finger nails pierced through the leather of the single-sleeve. Widening the hole was faster and she began to tear the material apart, gaining more and more freedom for her fingers and then for her hands. They were still pinned together by two layers of leather and two more of chain, but at least she could move them and her long fingers around. While her feet continued their work, she brought her metal finger nails to any piece of leather she could reach. Her fingers were as long as those of a piano virtuoso and her wrists were incredibly supple. She was able to flatten the palms of her hands against her forearms. Threading her fingers between the coils of chain, she began to saw open the arm-binder.

Suddenly her fingers froze and twitched while at the same time Louisa moaned and trembled. The joystick had fallen off equilibrium and was again sending jolts of pain through the two girls nerves. This continued for long seconds, until Louisa managed to regain control of the evil pain tool.

Still trembling, Felina continued her work. The lace was the first to snap and immediately she felt some more freedom to her whole arms. Although they were still encased in many turns of chain, those could not compete with the tightness of an arm-binder, which was mostly due to the lacing. Then Felina unbuckled the wrist strap of the sleeve, gaining access to the wrist bands of her mittens. Those were chained together and there was nothing she could do now. The key opening them was pressed on her tongue by the ball gag, itself sealed under a layer of way and under the hood. Ignoring them, she turned her efforts on the ring that was attached at the tip of the arm-binder, and which was pulling it down the crack of her rear and to her belly. Her claws ripped the leather apart and gained some more freedom.

[Aurelie.Catena]

In the mean time, Felina's toes had dug themselves out of the foot bag. They appeared, covered in black wax, which was crumpling off as she shook them free. She reached down and the tip of her big toes barely brushed against the back of her hood. She tried to arch her back some more in order to get a fuller touch, but she had forgotten about her pierced breasts. This action lifted her body, pulling oner stretched breasts, causing more pain in her throbbing breasts, which had by now doubled in volume thanks to the cruel strangling of their bases. She immediately abandoned her project and fell back into her previous position with a yelp of pain. Her exclamation somehow disturbed Louisa, who lost her concentration and let the joystick lose its equilibrium. Long, powerful jolts coursed both her restrained bodies, punishing Felina for her attempt.

When the jolts stopped, Felina decided to change her strategy. Twisting her feet around, she explored the spaced around them until she found the ropes that were strangling her ankles and hanging her in mid air. Turning all ten bladed toes on one rope, she began to saw it. The rope was about two-centimetre thick and it offered little resistance to her deft feet. A few minutes later, Felina felt the rope breaking. Threads began to snap one by one and then they untwisted themselves totally. Felina clenched her muscles as she fell.

With a loud bang and a muffled yell, the escape artist crashed on the floor. She had landed on her belly, crushing he bulging, taut, purple breasts under her and the pain was so sharp that she believe at some point that her boobs had exploded. The throbbing agony was immediately joined by new jolts of electricity as Louisa's joystick had once again been toppled down. For long seconds, Felina's body squirmed and jerked on the wooden floor, as she was screaming and crying helplessly, yanking on her restraints forcefully, her muscles bulging between the chains and ropes.

[Aurelie.Catena]

After long minutes, Felina's pain had subsided low enough for her to continue her escape. Her first move was to roll on her side, so as to relieve the painful pressure her own weight was putting on her bound, pierced, bulging, throbbing breasts. She was then able to reach with her fingers until she could touch one of the ropes zigzagging between her arms and her flank. Using her special nails, she had soon abraded it to shreds and the whole rope loosened. She repeated the operation on the second zigzag rope and as soon as this one too loosened, she felt most of the tension on her body relieved.

The only restraint that was still keeping her bound in a circle was the tube braided in her hair and tied to her feet. Using her toes, she had no difficulty cutting it. With a sigh of relief, she slowly unfolded her cramped body under the applauses of her fans in the public. She moaned a little as she felt the blood rushing back into her veins and nerves. She flexed her limbs and muscles to reactivate the circulation and loosen her cramps before continuing her escape.

[Aurelie.Catena]

"Time is up!" the hostess exclaimed, pointing at the big clock. "30 minutes have elapsed. It's time for another member of the public to come on stage and add a new painful device to our lovely artist. Who wants to come here? First come, first served, as we say."

[js207]

Having noted earlier that the prohibition on the same person applying two restraints in a row wasn't included for the "incentives", the raven-haired rubber bitch glanced around, pausing for a moment to see if anyone else would step forward before she returned to the stage holding a small jar of some form of ointment.

As before, she paused when she reached the chained blonde, now visibly struggling to hold the cruel joystick device still, as well as trembling in fear at the now-familiar high-heeled footsteps which foreshadow yet more suffering. A mocking note of false sympathy in her voice, she remarked that Louise must find her lips get dry and sore being held open around the penis gag for so long - this will help stop them drying out. Dipping one latex-clad finger in the jar, she smears a thin coating around Lou's lips, producing an immediate reaction as the poor girl jumps and squirms in pain, losing her grip on the joystick in the process.

The impact and writhing had broken big chunks of wax free from Felina's engorged purple breasts, as the camera close-up helpfully showed everyone. Once Lou managed to grip the control and pause the shocks, Felina's jerking and writhing subsided enough for the sadist to smear more of the cruel gel into the exposed flesh, kneading the magnificent suffering globes to get greater absorption.

The lower half of Felina's bikini is still firmly glued between her legs by the wax, a chain disappearing into the block leading to her new piercing. The sadist smiles as she thinks how it will feel as Felina gives herself a thorough waxing in order to remove that restraint, before pushing some of the gel down through the narrow path cleared by the chain's movement. She can't be sure whether the anguished squawk is from the gel reaching its target or just the painful tugging on the chain as it is applied, but this will have to suffice for now.

Almost finished, the tormentor stands and shows the audience in mock dismay that her latex gloves are now liberally coated in the substance. A stagehand helpfully offers one of the rags they keep off-stage, but Lou's body presents a much more inviting surface. Unencumbered by the wax which protected Felina a little, the captive blonde receives a generous serving of gel between her legs before Jenny wipes her gloved hands all over her breasts, "accidentally" twisting the electrical clamps several times in the process. Somehow, the chained blonde's self-control was enough to hold the joystick upright right up until the rubber sadist's parting shot, a slap to one side of her chest which jerked the clamps painfully without warning, followed by another bout of shared voltage.

Finally satisfied with her latest addition to the girls' ordeals, she struts proudly back to her seat to enjoy another 30 minutes of pained squirming. Despite her outward satisfaction, she is worried by how rapidly the captive star disposed of the leather and rope restraints: even with the need for some sort of tool to force the piercings open, slowed by the increasingly frequent bouts of electrical agony Louise is forced to share with her, will Felina still be around to receive her third "incentive" in half an hour?

[Aurelie.Catena]

As she recognised the dreadful clicking of high heels on the stage floor, Felina felt her heart clenching. Every time she had heard those, this had been followed by a painful worsening of her situation. The moans she heard from Louisa confirmed her fear, shortly followed by new electric shocks in her tenderest parts.

Just as the jolts ceased and she tried to recover her breathing, she felt her tenderised, bulbous, swollen breasts brutally mauled by wet, rubber-coated fingers. There was sadism and cruelty even in the way these hands were spreading the cold substance on her super-taut, blood-engorged skin. The evil fingers spent extra time around her nipples and areolae.

As the hands moved to her crotch, Felina began to feel the coldness change into heat, heat to irritation and irritation to pain. It felt as if sticky fire had been coated on her throbbing breasts. The gel was slowly penetrating into her freshly pierced holes, reviving her sufferings. She screamed into her gag and shook her torso, as if it could rid her off the irritant. Of course it was useless as the gel had already begun to penetrate her skin and attack her nerve endings.

The pain progressed much faster on her crotch, and sky-rocketed to an even higher level. The cruel woman had generously smeared the gel all over her vulva and perineum, pushing the humiliation and cruelty as far as probing two fingers into her orifices. Her clitoris got a good share as well, and before long the whole area felt as if it was in fire. The gel was slowly pervading deeper in her anus and vagina, propagating the pain deeper into her body. Her urethra was not in rest and caused an even higher level of agony.

Felina was screaming and biting hard on her ball gag, while tears flooded the inside of hood. Her whole body began to sweat abundantly as if she were feverish. New jolts of electricity caused her to squirm and jerk helplessly on the floor, in a loud rattling of chains.

How am I supposed to free myself with so much pain racking my mind?

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC:
Please vote about what the outcome of the challenge should be. You can vote here (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/showthread.php?t=23479).

[Aurelie.Catena]

At last, Louisa managed to get the joystick device back in control. Felina's jerks subsided and she felt again able to continue her escape. However, the burning sensation caused by the gel was so painful that she tried to alleviate it somehow. Rubbing her bulbous breasts against the stage floor only succeeded in driving splinters into her skin. She tried to rub the evil substance out of her butt crack with her hands but this was to realised that the gel was really sticky. It was like marmalade; the more she rubbed it, the more it spread, without washing off its effect. She only succeeded in covering her fingers with it and soon her hands were in fire as well. The pain was particularly difficult under her nails, wherein the gel had managed to infiltrate itself. Cursing, she resigned herself to continue her escape in spite of this burning sensation.

She decided to free herself from the long chain that was wrapped around her arms, her torso and her legs. Its padlock was resting behind her neck and was, in her current state, the easiest to reach. The problem was that its key was dangling from her nose. It was worth trying though and once this chain would be out of her way, she would regain some more mobility.

She curled her body backward, arching her spine to the limits of the human possibilities. Being kind of a contortionist, it meant that she could go very far. She had even been seen turning the pages of a journal in front of her, with her legs passing over her shoulders. Now, with her legs tightly bound together, it was not possible to go that far, but by turning her head as far as possible to the left, she could bring her face in reach of her toes. Her body arched backward more and more as she was laying on her side, her swollen, throbbing breasts thrust forward in the process.

Her toes began to touch the front of her hood, exploring it. Being blind was not helping. She reached her nose and felt the key hooked to her septum. She grabbed it between two toes, which she had trained for long hours to be almost as deft and strong as fingers, and gently pulled on it. She screamed in agony as the clamp did not want to let it go. Tears came to her eyes under the hood and she cursed the man who had done that to her. Bracing herself against the pain to come, she tugged again, a little stronger. But once more the clamp did not budge and agony coursed up her nose, propagating to her whole face.

She was sweating profusely and she was working hard to prevent her limbs from trembling. The muscles in her back were beginning to tire. She had to get some rest before trying again. She uncurled her body and stretched her muscles for a few seconds before re-assuming her former position. Again, she found and grabbed the key with her toes. This time, she tried to get a firmer grip on them as her toes were covered in sweat and were getting slippery. Mentally, she counted up to three and suddenly, explosively, she distended her body, yanking hard on the key, as a child trying to uproot a dangling tooth. Her scream, even muffled by the gag and hood, could distinctly be heard from the far rows of the public. Her nose was throbbing with agony and she was squirming like a worm on the stage, cursing and howling. But her toes were holding the precious prize: the key to her first padlock!

[Aurelie.Catena]

Once the pain had subsided a little, Felina arched herself backward once again. Using her toes, she turned the key so that it was pointing in the right direction, between the first and second toe of her right foot. She began to fumble around her neck with her left foot, until she found the padlock. She took hold of it with her left toes and began to try and push the key into the tiny keyhole. It was a very difficult task, and mostly a question of luck. She kept trying and trying and trying again. Not only she had to make the key meet the hole, but they had to be perfectly aligned. She was trying her best to work methodically, visualising in her mind eye the respective positions of the padlock and the key. The effort was both strenuous and nervously exhausting. Her back began to ache as she kept trying.

And suddenly, she heard Louis grunt and almost immediately, electricity coursed her body again. Sparks dancing in front of her eyes, she clenched her teeth on her ball gag and began to tremble uncontrollably. She was trying to keep her feet curled tight, holding the precious key. But to her despair she could feel the key slowly sliding from her sweaty toes. Oh! Louisa! Do something please! she thought. But alas, Louisa was getting tired too. The key fell from Felina's grasp and bounced on the floor with an ominous tingle.

Felina cursed and just at this moment, the electricity ceased flowing. Crying with frustration and anger, she began to explore the area behind her head with her chained feet. She did not find it. It had probably bounced somewhere out of the limited reach of her feet. She would have to explore a larger area. To do it, she began to crawl on her side, twisting and untwisting her supple body, feeling the tight chains digging and sawing into her skin. She was focusing her attention on the narrow band of skin that was touching the floor, trying to disentangle the sensations she received. She had to detect the colder contact of the metal key among the touches of the wooden, splintered floor and her own chains, which had been warmed at her contact. She was slowly rotating backward, grunting and sweating from the exertion and the pain burning her breasts, crotch and fingers.

At last, she felt something against her hip. It was the key! Contorting her body, she managed to grab it with her fingers. Now the problem was to get it back to her feet. With a grunt, she rolled back on her belly squeezing once more her throbbing breasts under her. As she landed on her belly, she felt something against the side of her hooded head. She pressed a little stronger and heard a grunt just above her and then a desperate yelp, and then she was once more lost in squirms and throbs of pain as electric current exploded in her nipples and labia. Unknowingly, her struggles had brought her right against the kneeling Louisa.

Once the current stopped, she was left panting and exhausted. But she had managed to keep the key tightly clutched in her fist. Resting on her belly, her swollen breasts forming a cushion under her chest, she concentrated, visualising her body, calculating. Then she snapped her fingers, propelling the key up her back. It landed at the base of her neck, where she knew she could grab it with her toes. A moment later, she was finally holding the key between her toes and was ready to continue unlocking her padlock. However, her fingers had spread the evil gel on the key, and her toes too were now contaminated. Even if the dose was much smaller, it was still irritating enough to be uncomfortable.

She rolled on her side, bringing relief to her crushed breasts, arched her spine backward and started again her exploration of the padlock. She had to start from zero. As she worked hard, she began to be aware of a change in the air she was breathing. It was no longer only smelling of the dirty leather hood and of her own perspiration. Now there was also a stranger sweat and a definite odour of feminine juices. It was Louisa's, whose crotch was but a few centimetres above her head.

Nevertheless, Felina continued her operation and this time she got lucky. She felt the key slide into place in the keyhole. She turned a quarter turn and, click! the padlock sprung open. Feverishly, she grabbed the padlock with her toes and threw it away. Then she began to squirm on the floor, feeling the chain slowly sliding, loosening, unwrapping its countless coils from her body. She was twisting and squirming and pushing or pulling the chain with her fingers and toes. The restraints was slowly uncoiling itself and allowing her more freedom. Her legs in particular got much freer as her ankles had been restrained by this chain only. Her knees were still held tight by another knee chain - whose key was waiting in her rectum, and her arms were still tightly pressed against her back by another chain, which was padlocked on her belly.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As Felina was squirming and worming around the stage, a gong could be heard.

"Ha ha!" the hostess said. "How fast is the time passing. Our dear Miss Pan Teer has already been fighting her restraints for one hour. I must say she is doing quite well so far, and she still has five hours to complete her challenge."

The public cheered.

"But it is also time to add another motivation in the form of an additional pain device. Who is going to help us with that?" she asked, looking at the public.

[darknessmonger]

He had expected to have her for humiliation and pain later on, but seeing some of his restraints destroyed with ease, the frequent visitor of the stage returns again to add his special touch to the show.

This time he talks to the personal of the studio, and they come back some minutes later with four huge electric heaters.

He arranges them in a square around the squirming female form, all four radiating heat into her leather covered form.

She still has some space to move and stretch her limbs, but any violent movement could surely bring her in contact with any of them

[Aurelie.Catena]

Among the four heater, the temperature rapidly increased to a stifling level, rendering the air hard to breathe and covering Felina's skin with large beads of perspiration. She could not see the devices, but she knew that they were close and she risked to touch them if she squirmed too much. From now on, she would have to keep this fact in mind if she did not want to brand herself. She decided to continue and escape as soon as possible.

Progressively, squirming, contorting her body in all directions, flexing her muscles, Felina managed to get completely rid of the long chain wrapping her limbs, along with the articulated leather rods attached to it. The effort left her drenched in her sweat, but it was now time to free her arms completely from the arm-binder. She had already cut its lower part into ribbons and torn the lacing, but several straps remained, holding her elbows and attaching the sleeve to her torso. Again, she curled her body in an incredible circle, reaching the elbow strap with her deft toes. She found the free end of the strap easily and pushed it through the buckle. Then, yanking on it with her curled toes, she released the strap. This did nothing to help her as her elbows were still severely bound with several coils of tight rope, but it did reveal this last layer of bondage, while allowing fresh air to reach her sweat-drenched skin.

She brought her feet higher and repeated the same operation on the straps passing over her shoulders. The arm-binder was now nothing more than a bad souvenir. As she pulled the flaps apart with her feet, she found the little key that had been tied to the lace and tucked under the ropes passing behind her neck. This key would open the padlock resting on her belly and which was holding the chains wrapped around her arms and torso. For now, there was nothing she could do with this key. The padlock could not be reached, neither with her hands, nor with her feet. Accordingly, she dropped the keys into her hands and she tucked it under the lower rim of her corset. She would use them later.

Now she turned to cutting the rope that was cinching her elbows together. She began to stab and saw it with her toe-nails, until it was weakened enough to allow her to pull it apart. She moaned as she felt the blood rushing back into her lower arms and hands. Her elbows were at last able to separate, although her arms were still pinned to her torso by several meters of chains. Apart for that chain, they were only restrained at their wrists by the steel remnants of the leather mittens.

[mickhaddo]

I watch Felina's progress with total fascination, admiration and excitement. I don't care about the destruction of the single-sleeve (which cost a trifling three months salary), it was worth every penny. In spite of all the prize-money at stake I find myself cheering on her every contortion and manoeuvre. Around me more and more members of the audience are beginning to do the same. For a few moments I look away from the escape artist to poor Louise, notice that she is feeling the heat too, is bathed in sweat and finding it harder and harder to keep still...

[Aurelie.Catena]

Sweating profusely, Felina continued to squirm on the floor, manoeuvring to gather slack in the chains wrapped around her torso and arms. Louisa was tiring, her arms were tiring and she was finding increasingly difficult to keep the joystick upright. It resulted in more frequent bouts of jolts that send both of their bodies jerking in pain. Felina could not see why this was happening but she felt that she had to work faster and be soon free.

The torso chain pattern had originally be perfectly tight and trim. However, the two chains passing through her crotch had been connected to the tip of the arm-binder, which was now utterly destroyed and laying slack on Felina's back, and they were now dangling loosely between her thighs. As a result, the whole wrapping had been compromised and the escape artist was able to move the chains around, centimetre by centimetre, contorting her arms and getting them first on her flank and then further, moving her chained hands closer and closer to the belly padlock.

Each move made the chains sink and scratch into her sweat-coated skin and the operation asked for a lot of muscle clenching and unclenching. This was very tiring and she had to rest often. As she was more and more often interrupted by electric shocks, the operation took a longer time than she had expected. Still, at last she managed to feel the padlock under her fingers. The rest was easy: she had the keys in her hands and she just opened the padlock and then shook the chains free.

As they piled in a heavy heap around her, Felina smiled under the hood. There were still quite a number of restraints but she knew now that she would be able to escape. She had virtually won her challenge.

[js207]

The sadistic redhead was already off-stage preparing her next "incentive" for poor Felina, with enthusiastic assistance from the Hostess who is both enjoying watching the twin ordeals and loving the boost her career is getting from the TV audience. Felina didn't know this, but since the show's ratings had flagged as word spread that the escapes were faked, the network executives had invoked her penalty clause: failing to come top of tonight's viewing figures would mean a month-long "retraining" session with the network's pro-Domme, followed by a starring role in the new reality show "You Bet Your Ass".

A set of metal rods, bearing rows of vicious-looking spikes, holds a set of spiky plastic doormats together in a large sheet. To make matters worse, Jenny has painted half the panels with a potent caustic mix derived from stinging nettles.

It's clear by now, with half the restraints gone in one quarter of the time allowed, that the captive entertainer will indeed escape — but Jenny and the Hostess are determined to make the process as slow and painful as possible for her. Thanks to the nettle paint, poor Felina would have to be very careful which bits of the mat she puts her exposed skin on, making her escape into a bizarre and kinky version of Twister.

As soon as the 30 minute mark is reached, Jenny and the Hostess rush to roll their victim onto the new spiky mat, grinning sadistically at her pained moans as her bare flesh contacts the spikes. For now, her breasts and crotch are covered by the bikini still firmly glued to her skin by the wax added earlier, the three chains running to the heavy anchor chain lying slack on the floor ready to punish her next movement with a cruel yank to sensitive nubs of flesh.

The pair rush to move away from the searing output of the powerful heaters, leaving Felina to sweat through another 30 minutes. As she squirms to escape the first stinging patch she discovered the hard way, the pair discover her bikini catches on the spikes, so every move now tugs painfully against her waxed parts - an unexpected bonus which will make the escape a little bit harder and much more painful than they had planned.

As a parting gift, Jenny observes to poor chained Lou that her grip on the electrical ball is failing as her hands grow sweaty, then asks if the chained beauty would like some talcum powder to help her grip. In response to the frantic nodding, she places a tray of powder beside the ball. Of course, this gives her a cruel dilemma: with her hands chained behind her, she will have to let go of the ball in order to reach the powder - incurring a series of shocks while she does so. Or she can ignore the powder, and continue to struggle with increasingly slippery hands, losing her grip more and more often.

Jenny returns to the comfort of her seat to watch Lou struggle with her dilemma, wondering how long it will be before the blonde discovers the powder is very different from the talcum powder she had mentioned, and if Felina will manage to give herself the most thorough - and painful - waxing any girl has ever received. With her piercings embedded within each block of wax, this will be extremely painful for poor Felina: just the way Jenny likes it!

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina was taken by surprise when the hostess announced that another 30 minutes had elapsed. With her hood, it was difficult for her to estimate the passing of the time. As this was the fourth handicap she was given, it meant 1h30 had passed since the start of the challenge. This was a good result, given the strictness of her bondage.

As she was landed on the spiked mats, her first reaction was surprised pain as the dozens of prickly points pressed into her skin. Then she felt the irritant work its way to her nerves of her thighs and she moaned in pain and anger. Already, her breasts and crotch were in fire, and now these spikes were going to add another layer of agony to it. The heat too was beginning to drive her crazy. After 30 minutes of constant exposure, her skin had become very sensitive to the heat to the point that it was getting unbearable. She had found that those parts of her body that were facing the floor or the ceiling were somewhat protected from the radiations and so had begun to roll regularly so as to expose relatively fresher parts to the heaters. But now, rolling on the spiked mats was going to be a different affair entirely.

Just as she was about to get back to work, her body was coursed by a new wave of electricity, which sent her thrashing around on the heinous spikes, tenderising her whole skin until the jolts stopped. She was left panting and gasping in agony, as the venom penetrated her nerves, rendering her crazy with pain and itching. Her bucking had pulled her thong off her crotch, waxing off her neatly trimmed pussy hair, and causing yet another kind of intense pain.

There was nothing she could do to better her fate, except escaping fast from this ordeal. She decided that her next target would be the hood. This would give her access to the key of the mittens, which was hidden under her ball gag. Regaining her sight would be helpful as well. The problem was that the key to her hood was trapped between her tightly bound breasts, hidden under a thick layer of wax. It was out of reach of both her feet and hands. By luck, the key had originally been tied to a string tied around her neck. Maybe she could extract it from its prison of hemp, flesh and way by pulling hard enough on that string? It was worth a try.

The amazed audience was now offered a true contortionist's show. Right under their eyes, Felina slowly contorted her arms until they formed the reverse-prayer position, with her chained hands positioned between her shoulder blades. Then she moved them still higher along her spine, until she was able to hook the collar string with the tip of her fingers. She began to tug on it with delicate yanks, all her sense focused on her throbbing breasts. Was the key moving? She continued with her yanks in various directions, trying to dislodge the key. To her frustration, the wax was securely holding the key and would not let it go.

Just as she realised this, another powerful jolt stroke her body, sending her jerking and curling on the spiked matt, screaming into her gag. The torture continued for 20 atrocious seconds and left her exhausted. She had to rest some time before being able to continue. As the seconds passed, she reflected that this was exactly what her torturers were hoping. They knew she was going to escape but they were trying to slow her down enough to make her fail by the time. But she was decided to prove them wrong.

By now, she had admitted that the key could not be pulled from the wax in the current situation. She would have to break the wax first. Accordingly, she rolled on her belly and arched her body backwards a far as she could, until she could feel her nipples leave the floor. Then, with all her might, she dropped her chest on the matt, hoping to crush the wax. Indeed, the layer that was covering her breasts was easily crackled and fractured - it was already quite damaged by her previous struggles - but the plug of wax trapped between her bound breasts was amply protected by her massive boobs and did not budge. All she managed to do was to impale her throbbing melons of flesh onto the spikes, driving her crazy with agony.

She was left unable to do anything for at least two minutes as she tried to recover her breathing. This had been a total failure. She had to find another approach or renounce getting at this key for now.

[Aurelie.Catena]

She had to go through another attack of electricity. Those seemed to get longer and longer as time passed, leaving Felina more and more tired. This time, her frantic jerking made her roll so close to a heater that she kicked it with her feet, touching directly the red hot device. The burn and blister this produced sent her howling and rolling to her other side of the matt.

Felina was fighting the panic. She tried to keep her pain-drowned mind to continue functioning. She knew she had to remain calm and focused if she were to escape from this challenge. As she took several deep breaths - well, as deep as her corset would allow - the solution suddenly appeared to her. The throbbing pain coming from her blistered feet had led to it: heat! The heat would meld the wax!

With this project in mind, she began to crawl on her left flank towards one of the heaters. She went as close as she dared, feeling the intense heat on her over-sensitive breasts. She felt the crumbles of wax that were still sticking to them begin to melt, increasing the feeling of burn. She gritted her teeth on the ball but did not move. She wanted the way packed between her breasts to liquefy, and this meant getting more heat to her nipples and areolae, which were closer to the radiation source.

At last she felt the wax getting softer between her cruelly bound, bulging breasts. She contorted her arms back in the reverse-prayer position and restarted her careful yanks on the collar string. This time, she felt something moving. The wax was still too hard, but if she could keep her breasts roasting a little longer, it would get fluid enough. And this is what she did. Gritting her teeth, sweating all the water of her body, she remained facing the heaters, feeling as if her breasts were about to take fire. But at last, her courage was fruitful. The small key began to respond to the gentle tugs and to move through the soft wax.

As soon as the key emerged from between her swollen, sweaty cleavage, Felina rolled away, presenting her back to the heat in an attempt to cool down her front side. Pulling on the string, her fingers quickly recovered the key. The padlock to her hood was in reach of her fingers and unlocking it was a matter of seconds. She still had to cut the lacing but soon enough, she was able to pull the mask of leather off her sweat-soaked face.

She blinked in the blinding light and heat. Her face was puffy and red, her lips were stretched thin around the ball gag. It was the first time in hours that the audience was offered to see her emotions directly. Her face was a grimacing mask of pain, and it also showed great tiredness. But deep in her blinded eyes could be seen the sparkle of her determination, of her strong will to succeed and escape.

Just as she shook her head to get rid of some curls of hair matted to her face, the hostess announced that it was time to add another painful handicap to Felina.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina did not stop her efforts while the hostess tried to motivate yet another sadist to come on stage. Even though she still had four hours to complete her challenge, she did not know what handicap would be put on her and a time might come where she would need those extra-minutes.

Her face was puffy and sweaty from the long confinement in the filthy leather hood. Her lips were stretched thing above and below the black scarf and her cheeks were bulging from the internal pressure of the big yellow ball. The scarf was soaked with her saliva and sweat and a thick thread of drool was dribbling down her chin. Her jaws were aching like hell. The feel of the mitten key pressed against her tongue was frustrating. The gag would be next to go.

Unfortunately, the scarf knot was out of reach of her fingers, and the restraint was too tight to be simply pushed off her face. She knew, she had tried hard enough. Louisa had done a good job when she had placed it. Felina looked with a mix of anger and pity at the blindfolded, kneeling girl who was sweating nearby, now sharing her plight. Somehow, their fates were now linked and she wondered if Louisa was now regretting the tightness of the gag she had placed on Felina. This was the only remaining barrier to the keys that would offer her the penultimate bit of freedom, the last ones being the corset - an easy matter with one's hands free - and the knee chain - more humiliating than difficult.

Once again, Felina arched her body backward, aiming her deft toes at the big scarf knot behind her head. She could feel the sweat dripping from her feet. The contortion was made much more painful because of the spiked matt as her skin was dragged over all the tiny points. Just as she touched the scarf, she saw Louisa's body twitch and then tense, while her grimacing face showed an expression of despair and fear.

Instants later, Felina felt the current exploding through her breasts and crotch, forcing her to stretch her body and to buck and squirm on the mat, clenching her teeth on the big rubber ball, her wide open eyes expressing all the pain and frustration her mouth was prevented from speaking.

[gagged_Louise]

Of all the inventions the audience could have brought in to make things more difficult, the electric shock appliance was one of the worst, and Louise soon knew it. Unable to see it and with her hands bound crossed and palms downwards, it would have been difficult to keep it upright even if she had been standing up. Bound on her knees and frightened, it became a difficult feat of balance all by itself, and failure was punished by merciless electric shocks to the most tender parts of her body, and to Felina's as well.

She tried not to listen too intently for the sounds up there - Felina could be heard breathing quickly and sharply and the chains around her body were making a rustle that seemed to merge with the inermittent drum rolls and the chatter of the audience.There was no way Louise could know if the escape artist was making any progress, and yet that was the one thing she most wanted to know. She shifted her naked body slowly and looked into the hot darkness. It felt strange: being so close to the centre of the action and yet almost cut off from it, and all unable to see. Except for....NNNNGHHH!! The staff tilted over again and riveting jolts hit her breasts and her labia. Biting into the gag and swearing, Louise bent forward, swept by the wind of her pain, and felt for the footing of the instrument.

She could hear Felina grunting in pain not too far away. Hang on in there, girl, Louise thought with a twisted grin as she felt for the direction of the instrument and then pushed herself sideways a little, fixing the tool between her hands. Getting it right, she moved it into position and growled into the cock gag. The wave of electric current ebbed out.

The thought of that sadistic woman who had done this toi them made her wince inside, but for now she tried to avoiud thinking of her and, vene more, avoid listening for what Miss Pan Teer was doing. Louise was aware of that listening seemed to put her mind off guarding the electric unit, and that was her priority number one for now. The clamps were still biting into her flesh, but it was ten times worse with the current added.

They don't want you to succeed, she thought, turning to the woman hanging from the ceiling, some of them at least. Please, prove them wrong! She stared again into the hevy, glossy black.

Suddenly she seemed to get her answer. The audience noise appeared to die down, leaving only sharp pops coming form above - and then, suddenly, a muffled yell from Felina and, immediately after, the floor shook and a thunderous burst of noise rolled into her ears, as if the stage had been struck by lightning. Her nerves on end and the hair in her neck raised, Louise twitched of course and the next moment the electricity licked her breasts and her pussy lips again. She bucked, shaking her head, unable to understand as the current tore into her. "No!! NO, dammit!!! Felina!!! Aaaaughhh!!"" she yelled though all that was audible to the Hostess and the front row was an incoherent, painful mumble and spurts of crying. What had happened?

Louise struggled again to get hold of the electric tool, which she had almost lost. Only slowly, as she heard the rustle of chains and heavy breathing, sobbing and grunts of pain, but much closer, did it dawn on her that Felina must have come down on the floor. No one in the audience would have cut the ropes suspending her - so, had the escape girl managed to do that bit herself? If that was it and she had dropped and landed, how was she doing by now?

Louise fought to steady the tool as thoughts crossed her mind. It felt as if her skin was being scorched, and she wondered what the next invention from this audience might be. Above the clatter and the excitement, she heard Felina crying and breathing hard, and her chains rattling. So it seemed she was at least conscious and alive. "We're in this together, girl" Louise thought as she closed again on the electric charger, got it up and broke the current.

Clasping it like a trophy, she breathed hard and listened. Yes, she could hear: the other girl was alive and emnitting long rasops of pain. It was impossible to say how badly hurt she was. Wpuld they ever get out of here? But at least, it seemd Felina had managed to achieve something, or she douldn't have broken up the ropes suspending her. It was a beginning, Louise thought.

/to be continued soon/

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC: What is going to happen next? This is being negotiated here (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/showthread.php?t=23479).

Please bring your grain of salt to the discussion.

[js207]

The audience finds itself somewhat baffled by the sadistic rubber-clad redhead's next move. Between her physical exhaustion and the heat, Felina is obviously parched, so gratitude overcomes her suspicions as the redhead holds a bottle of cool mineral water to her lips. Obstructed by the gag, most of the water ends up cascading down to soak the captive beauty's front, but some manages to quench the worst of her thirst. Repeating the act of kindness on the chained blonde, lifting her hood just high enough to pour water onto her gag without restoring her sight.

The hostess, disappointed by the lack of new pain to entertain her and her audience, angrily whispers in Jenny's ear that she was supposed to be on stage to deliver another "incentive", not to give the girls a drink! The evil grin she gets in return allays her concerns, as the redhead leans down and casually flips a switch on the joystick.

Until now, provided Louise kept her stick upright, she and Felina were spared pain entirely. With the switch in its new position, however, the evil device always delivers shocks to at least one of the four channels — the upper and lower clamps on each girl — depending on the position: the previously safe middle will now divide the shocks equally between each girl's nipples and clit. Instead of fighting to spare herself and the captive beside her, Lou must now allocate the pain between them: spare herself and torture Felina, or suffer herself in the hope of speeding up Felina's escape and getting them both out of this predicament sooner.

Jenny doesn't explain all this herself, of course: it will be more fun to watch as the new situation dawns on the two girls through trial and painful error. As soon as the first shock hits, though, everyone works out why she had been so generous and messy with the bottles of water: it conducts electricity...

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC: I'm going to wait for Louisa to state what her strategy is going to be, with the joystick.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina shivers when she hears the too-well-known heels clicking on the stage behind her. She contorts her neck and is finally able to see the person whose approach she has learnt to fear. This time there seems to be nothing to be scared of though, as she is only carrying a bottle of water. As the cool water is poured over her sweaty face and ball gag, she feel intense relief. She has been overheating for the past half hour and her mouth is dry as bone since hours. The spongy ball gag and the scarf have drunk all her saliva. Making strange sucking sounds, she tries to swallow as much water as she can, but still most of it dribbles from her face and onto her chest.

As the rubber-clad girl offers the water to Louisa, Felina begins to wonder what the trick is. There is no pain involved, which is rather unusual for this sadistic woman.

At last, the woman reaches behind Louisa's back and a click can be heard. Immediately, Felina feels electricity coursing through her nipples and labia. The shocks spreading through her breasts are now fiercer because of all the water covering them. Felina's eyes bulge out as she squirms on the spiked matt, unable to escape the internal pain. Louisa too is yelping from the pain.

What follows is a strange ballet where the jolts seem to jump from her crotch to her nipples or to stop altogether, in what appears to Felina as a random pattern. The brief times of rest between jolts are too short too allow her to work on her restraints. She has barely even the time to recover her breath. She realise with deep panic that if that regime continues, it will be extremely difficult for her to continue her escape, even though she is so close to freedom. She curses the sadistic girl and tries to moan louder in frustrated protest.

[Aurelie.Catena]

It took some time to Louisa to find out what was happening with the evil joystick's new settings. All the while, jolts continued to be delivered to both girls in a random pattern.

Hopeless of seeing the current to stop, Felina began to try and continue her escape in spite of the cruel shocks. She found out that she could use her legs and feet with some level of accuracy as long as the current was not directed to her labia. Moreover, the intense heat had soon evaporated all the water that had spilled over from her gagged mouth, bringing the pain level back to what it had been earlier.

She endeavoured to try again to release her gag. To do that, she had to curl her legs and spine backwards so as to reach the scarf with her toes. She tried several times to bring her feet to the back of her head while her crotch was left alone. To her deep frustration, every time she touched the scarf with her nails, a new jolt exploded in her lower belly. The pain was intense and it forced her abs to clench, causing her body to unfold and squirm helplessly on the spiked matt.

However short, each back curl allowed the escape artist to scratch off a little piece of the scarf. At long last, it was so destroyed that it fell apart, revealing the gleaming, saliva-soaked ball behind her teeth.

[gagged_Louise]

(((OOC: This one starts at the point when Louise has had a tray of talcum powder placed to the side behind her, and leads up to just before Jenny returns for her latest devious modification of the electric shock charger. I'll be back with the continuation of this later today, so we'll find out what path Louise chooses with the dilemma that she must discover. I'll keep up the flashback covering what happened in ebtween - sorry things have become a bit complicated but I've ben busy outside and didn't want to keep Aurelie waiting longer than needed))).


"You have the choice to rub your hands with the powder, honey". Jenny's words sent a shiver down Louise's spine: she might get a better hold of the electric staff, but it would be at the price of long moments of assault. She thought hard and decided against it for now, the idea of a new long shock made her cringe all by itself and she wanted to spare Felina as well. In her mind, she was waiting eagerly for her co-captive to make progress.

When her grip had failed two times more though, she gave in. Swallowing and then biting into the gag, she let go of the staff and leaned towards the tray of talcum. It was like running through a house on ifre. The violent shocks bit into her tender parts and made her belly wince, and a few meters aaway she could hear Felina's sudden howls as she squirmed trying to get ird of the live current biting into her. Counting out time inside, Louise shut off her awareness of sound and rubbed her hands steadily with the powder, then returned and picked up the staff. She breathed deep through her nostrils and pushed the staff up onto the back of her left hand, grasping its base with the right one. Mercifully, she got it up into position quickly and as she growled made the current stop.

Both women were breathing hard, but at least Louise knew it was going to be a bit easier from this point. She knew Felina was likely getting tired but hoped they would be able opne day to get their revenge on the red-haired sadist bastard.

She would have completely lost grasp of time if it hadn’t been for the waves off noise, clapping and stir from the audience and the sounds of chains announcing that Felina was in motion or still fighting. Three times, she lost grasp of the electric toy and both had to suffer long, agonizing shocks. Louise’s breasts, more than any other part of her body, were burning with pain, the treacly gel spreding deep into her and causing constant, serious pain. She flet completely pummeled and wondered what it was like for the other woman.

The Hostess went on again, telling the hall that fresh motivation was needed and urging someone to come on. Louise didn’t have to ask to know who would heed the call. The audience’s whirring and clapping hands seemed to rise even higher, but she wasn’t sure if something had happened. Tired and sweating, she lost control of the charger once more and was rewarded with a fresh stream of shocks tugging at her privates. The two screamed in unison: rough, muffled screams of agony. To her horror, Louise could hear the Hostess clapping her hands in appreciation of their pain and degradation.

[gagged_Louise]

It was a perplexing feeling, to be given a drink by the very bitch who had plagued you. What was she after? But Louise desperately needed some water, and she gulped in what she could, wishing of course that the woman had used a straw, but that was just out of the question.

But moments after the woman's heels had clicked off,, Louise heard Felina moaning in pain, and the next moment she herself felt her breasts being tortured by the current. Not her crotch though. What the...? Yelling frantically, Louise trid to steady the staff, suddenly feeling the current jump down to her pussy and ripping into it - and stronger than ever before; it seemed. Felina was heard gasping and drawing breath. Sweating and confused, Louise tried to push the staff to where it would be out of action, but it just never seemed to land there.

It hit her breasts again - and now, it burnt like a sheet of fire as it took hold of the drops of water that had landed all over her cleavage. Tugging at her chains, working frantically, Louise could feel herself perishing. What was going on here? Or..was this some new, devious trick?

Suddenly she realized that some connecting points seemd to have risen out of the bottom area of the toll. Before, it had seemed to be pretty much flat, but now, there were some kind of tiny knobs, aranged in a square, with the rod in the middle 8up till nowm that rod had had no apparent function). She pushed the rod up top left, and the current hit her breasts. The powerful shock made her body shake, and as she tumbled, the pain wandered over to her cunt, and apparently also to Felina - she could hear her yelling again.

Louise waited another thirty seconds, gritting her teeth, then she tilted the staff slightly and pushed the rod towards the lower right corner - before it had pointed straight down. The pain in her own labia grew until she thought she would go nuts, but she could hear nothing from Felina. Nothing yet - and then she heard the rattling of the chains and some clapping from the audience.

Slowly, it dawned on Louise. maybe there was no keeping off the electricity anymore, instead it had become directible. By tilting the staff or pointing the rod - the positioons seemed to be slightly lockable - it was possible to choose which outlet would go live. She could pick one. If she put the needle betwen two corners, both of those outlets would be "hot". And there must be some position, she guessed, that still sent electricity to all four wires., but with a bit less power than before.

She couldn't stand it any longer, she had to get some relief. Mumbling an excuse, she pushed the needle to straight up. Her breats went hot again, but only with some of the pain, and she heard Felina yelling abjectly. Must be her breasts, she thought; so that's it.

The audience seemed to be approving of this new idea. To Louise it was nauseating, and once again she felt as on a tightrope. She shook and growled, and for the first time during these hours of torture, she felt wet in her opening. The feeling of shame and anger was all over her.

Think, she muttered to herself. If Felina is to get through those chains and ropes, she needs a bit of time to work without being plagued and distracted further by electric shocks. I hope she's come some way by now...
She swallowed again. She needs time and the only way to spare her more pain right now is - to take it upon myself. So... -the thought was dreadfully simple - she would have to turn the current on towards herself. Beside her she could hear Felina moaning and crying.

She thought it over, stared at a thought she couldn't really master. Then she thought "Let's go" and tilted the staff so the rod turned at the upper left corner. Ignoring the pain that rolled at her breasts, Louise felt for the needle and fixed it so it would stay there in a fairly stable way. She bucked as the pain tore through her. She sobbed and grunted hard twice to signal to Felina, if she'd get it "Okay, I'll hold on - now it's up to you".

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina was once again lost in frantic jerks, her crotch and breasts coursed by jolts after jolts. Her jaws were tightly clenched on the yellow ball, unable to do anything but scream and arch her body.

And suddenly it ended. Nothing. No more jolts. As her cramped and trembling muscles relaxed, she heard Louise's moans of pain, as if she was now suffering from the current. Their plight seemed now to be decoupled. Her predicament mate grunted twice in a matter of signal, and suddenly Felina understood. Louise was sacrificing herself to allow her to escape. Somehow, she could control the current.

She grunted twice in response and immediately set herself to continue her escape. She did not want to let Louise shock herself longer than needed. All she had to do now was to expel the big ball and recover the key to her mittens. From then, everything would be much easier. It was easier thought than done though. The ball was spongy and quite big. It filler her mouth and cheeks and would not want to pass behind her teeth. Felina shook her head frantically, pushing on the ball with her tongue. The ball was elastic and budged very slowly. She continued and continued until she was sure that she was progressing. The ball was halfway out now. She pushed with her tongue some more and finally the ball bounced on the floor. The key fell behind it, along with a big gobble of saliva.

Felina worked her aching jaws while she manoeuvred her sweating body so as to bring her hands next to the keys.

"Thanks Louise! That's very helpful. I'm working as fast as I can now. Shouldn't be long." she thanked Louise.

She grabbed the key and in a matter of seconds, she had unlocked the wrist bands of her mittens, freeing her arms totally. Her first move was to release the alligator clamps biting her nipples and labia. She moaned and yelped as the blood rushed back in the crushed beads of sensitive flesh and she massaged them to lower the pain. But at last she was safe from the electricity.

"Louise, you can direct the current to me now. I won't feel it!"

Only then did Felina continue her escape. Her next task was to get rid of that narrow corset, which had been cutting her breathing for the last couple of hours. It was only a matter of unlacing it but still it took some time as the lace was so long and the grommets so small. She had to contort her arms up her back to loosen the lacing, but centimetre by centimetre, she slowly recovered a free breathing. Finally, the corset was loose enough to be passed over her head.

Only two restraints remained: the chains pierced through her areolae and through her labia, and the chain coiled around her knees, whose key was lodged up her rectum. She decided to go for the piercings first. It was not a difficult operation per se as it was only a question of unclasping a needle, but it would be painful as hell. Taking her deep breath, she seized delicately the needle pierced through her left areola. Her hands were shaking and she had to take several deep breaths.

But just as she was ready to open it, the hostess interrupted her: "Sorry my dear. It's time to get a new painful handicap." She then turned to the public and, an evil grin on her face, said, "Now, who wants to make Felina's last 30 minutes the deep hell she deserves to live? She has 1h30 to remove her two last restraints. The Production will pay a reward of 1000$ to you, if you manage to find a handicap that will slow her down so much that she loses the challenge. Come on! I'm sure you can come with something nasty!"

[Aurelie.Catena]

"Come on!" the hostess insisted. "Is there really nobody willing to win 1000$? I can't believe it! Or is it possible that you are all out of ideas? Remember, you can add anything painful. The only constraint is that the device must not bind Felina's body parts together, prevent access to one of her restraints or prevent her from moving. That leaves a lot of possibilities."

While the hostess was trying to motivate her audience, Felina was working feverishly on her last bonds. With utmost care, she began to slide the needle out of her areola, grimacing all along the process. Then she turned to the right breast and repeated the same painful operation. At last she was able to straighten up, although she was still anchored to the heavy chain by her nether lips.

[gagged_Louise]

(((OOC: I'm posting in a different character here. no problem of course. I have to go for a few hours but this one introduces a tuirn that will no doubt test Felina once again. I'll post the continuing bit tonight or tomorrow morning, and of course Aurelie, in particular, would be strongly encouraged to post in between...)))


Martin had been watching thie show from one of the front rows with much pleasure. This was the best escpae show he had ever seen, and he was making notes in his black leather-clad notebook for things to try at home with his two submissives. One of them was sitting by his sidem, the other one had been goven a mild punishment but he figured she was watching the show at home on tv, tied in a chair. They had left the tv set on before they went out.

He had been in doubt whether felina could actually break free and the many inventive things that had come around had added to the enjoyment and suspense. Now when he realized she was close to gaining her goal, he realized the show needed a final icing and he saw what was the best way to make thiung harder without formally breaking the rules. Aftr a few moments of thought, quickly he made his way to the stage

Felina was looking both diurty, sweaty and determined. The raw pain and the long hours witha hood on had taken their toll. Her face was matted with sweat and her breasts looked heavily chafed and burnt, but her eyes were clear, even if tired. She was till held down to the floor by the heavy chains and a bit weakened by the painful effort of removing the nipple pins that had held he chains there. Martin gazed at her and went straight on to the Host, explaining his ideas. She nodded enthusiastically.

The two went over to Felina, who was lying on her side. "Felina", the host began, "the genteleman will help stimulate your force fo will".
"Fuck off" felina muttered impulsively.
"Do be a lady" Martin added cheerfully as he pulled at one of her feet. The Host grapsed the other one.
"Hey, excuse me, what are you doing?" felina repliued and tried to push herelf into sitting up, but the chains to her crotch and a stretched out hand on her stomach from the Host kept her down. The pain as the clamps bit into her labia anew made her head spin slightly.

The Host nooded to one of the stage hands, who silently went out behind the stage. Separating Felina's feet, Martin and the host were easily pinning her down., and martin began tying a steady hemp rope in coils around her right foot.

"Listen, we said no fresh restraints on any part of my body!"

"He's not gonna tie anything closely together, love" the Host replied chirpily. Nor will he stop you from moving. only make you show more of your skills."

Wasn't the man rapidly tying off the coils on her right foot leaving a strand? And now he turned to her left ankle.

"You should learn to show -aaugh -business good sense and honour" Felina shot off at the Host. Louise could be heard moaning at the side. She had evidently followed the talk and she understood that something was going on that might make it harder for Felina.

The attendant returned to the stage, carrying a steel spreader bar and a bag with some other content. He handed the Host the spreader, nd she eagerly hled it up to the audience with her free right hand. A wave of cheer went through the room. This was what she had been waiting for -and the packed house too.

She handed the spreader to Martin, who had finished tying several coils around Felina's left ankle. He deftly tied the rope into a ring a few inches from the end of the bar, leaving about four inches of rope down to the foot.

"What are you *doing*?" Felina called out. "This is clearly a breach..."
"No, he's not tying your feet together, only tying them apart, dear. See the difference?"

Felina was feeling dry and almost too tired to speak, but she growled "That's bullshit!"
"Remember not to destroy the ratings of our show, girl" the Host whispered at her in a low, threatening buzz "not even wioth foul language"
"Dammit if i will take..." Felina shot off, and moved her left hnd forward, overcoming the pain as she pushed her body forward.

The Hostess ducked under her swipe. "Oooh, you angry kitten!" she teased and ten siad sternly, "that's enough!! The cat needs to have her language checked. Give me that excellent dildo gag, Mark. yes, that one."

Martin was already busy tying her feet to the spreader bar and he could see that Felina was nbot able to halt his splendid ideas. Witha smile he observed as th Host forced Mis Pan teers'ä mouth open and pushed in the dildo gag, similar to the one Louise had been wearing for hours, with rubber-clad cocks projecting both outwards and into the mouth. The Hostess held one of Felina's arms pinned and quickly pushed the gag deep in, then buckling it behind and locking it with a padlock. She handed the key to Martin.

On the tv feed, the cameras fixed on the half prone Felina, struggling in vain, her face appearing animalic. More than ever she looked like a brave but trapped big cat.

Martin stood up at her feet, now separated but not tied together. He knew what had to be done next, as did the Host and - possibly - Felina.

[gagged_Louise]

He looked down at Felina, stretched out, her feet tied to the bar; oozing with sweat but still muscular and attractive. Her face seemed sultry and angry, there was bitchiness in it. She reminded him of those rough, fearless Parisian women who will put their hands in their sides and rant at you, half playfully, for being such an idiot as they see it. But now she was silenced and bound, and she would have to put up a fight to break free.

Looking down at her feet, he noticed the unusually sharp toenails. As he stroked them, he realized they were strengthened in a way that made it possible to saw and cut with them. Startled, he realized this was what had helped her to break some of the bondage. The same with her hands. He knew the thing to do would have been to put her hands out of action but that wasn't possible at this point. However, he would make sure her toes could not reach the ropes holding her ankles bound. He applied more rope around the upper part of her left foot and toes, and bent it down toward the leg like the foot of a ballet dancer. Coil after coil went into it, both on her foot and her leg, and the on the right foot as well, so that each were almost parallel with the lower ends of the calves. She would find it very hard to get her toes anywhere close to the ankles or the ropes holding her to the bar.

"Right, let's haul her up!" he said. As he bent down, he could see Louise's hooded body twitching. Fastening the bar to the chain that had held Felina before, she was pulled upwards, her hair spilling down below her head and the dildo gag jutting out like a beak in front of her mouth.

Getting up on a ladder, Martin finally fastened the ring with the key to her gag to one of the links of the sturdy chain, about six inches above the bar. The ring was the typical key ring kind, with a double circle that could be pushed open so that the key, or the ring, might be disengaged, but to get that kind of finger grip when it was stuck that high and with the chains still hanging from her pussy would be very difficult-

"That's a good girl" he said, pulling at her hair just like Louise had done some hours before. Felina moaned in degradation.

The Hostess, meanwhile, removed the electric unit completely from Louise, in recognition of the fact that the two had actually overcome that difficulty in a remarkable way.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Once again, Felina was stretched between two anchors: her feet and her labia, whose metal string was tautly pulling at the heavy chain resting on the floor, beneath her head.

The hostess applauded heartily at this piece of bondage art. Then, taking her microphone, she said.

"Of course, Miss Pan Teer only needs to free from the original restraints to win the challenge. But I trust she will make a question of honour to break out of these new restraints."

Felina groaned behind her obscene gag and her eyes were shooting light bolts. But there was little else she could do at this stage.

[darknessmonger]

(( OOC: are you aware that there is still a chain holding her knees togheter, right?))

[Aurelie.Catena]

((Of course))

[gagged_Louise]

(( OOC: are you aware that there is still a chain holding her knees togheter, right?))

Yes, that's why her ankles were only separated by a small distance - 1´or slightly more. So her calves are bent out, like a 'Y'. The key to the knee chains is deep in her butt, of course.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina, in spite of her strength and of having her arms free, had been unable to resist the assault. She was way too tired and moreover she would not have been able to struggle against two persons simultaneously. Nevertheless, she did as fierce a fight as she could. It was only when her butt left the floor lifted by her legs, that she stopped struggling. Moments later she was swinging slowly in mid air, as far as the string that anchored her crotch to the floor allowed. She was chewing helplessly on that obscene gag whose long and thick protruding cock was perfectly symmetrical to the one that was filling her mouth down to her throat.

The traction on her strangely X-bent legs was once again bringing pain to her frail ankles, and the blood was gathering in her head, making it even puffier than it was. The position was uncomfortable for sure, but all in all, it was better than before. As she was higher, the heat was much more bearable and she was also free from those cruel mats. And the worst was gone. Those terrible jolts would no longer come across her way.

She reached for her crotch with her hands and unclasped the last of three pins that had pierced her flesh. Holding her breath, she slowly, very carefully slid it off her left lip, grimacing from the pain it caused. And then again from the right-hand lip. With a deep sigh of relief, she dropped the metal string, which fell in a rattling sound on the floor. Now, she only needed to remove the knee chain to win her challenge. The only problem was that the key was inside her own body, in a place which she was shy just to think about. She would have to recover from that most secret place right there, under the crude light of the stage, in front of millions of spectators!

[gagged_Louise]

Listening to the disjointed and strange conversation as it happned, and as far as she could hear it clearly, Louise was confused. It seemed another spectator had come on stage, but what was he doing to Felina? She heard the sound of struggle, scuffle, and angry, snapped lines. And then "Let's haul her up" - had they somehow got around to suspending Felina again? Were her hands tied once more? Oh god,,when would this ever end?

She could hear the rattling of chains and her heart jumped a beat. She was 90 percent sure Felina was once again being hoisted aloft, and her muffled groans made it clear she had been gagged again. Was it another ball gag, or - the same kind Louise was wearing herself?

The one relief was feeling the Hostess disconnecting the electric wires from her body and whispering into her ear "We're removing this. have to say you seem to have overcome it. Good sport."

perhaps fifteen minutes later, she heard the sudden,tense twang of something, like a string or a rod dropping in the air - and then Felina's deep sighs. So far, she had no idea what it could be. Louise waited, refusing to give in to despair.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina was panting and drooling, upside down, her nostrils flaring widely as she tried gather energy for what would be her last effort. Sweat was dribbling down her hanging body in a multitude of glistening rivers. Now she had to recover that egg. In that upside-down position, gravity was working against her and it would be much more difficult. She began to clench her abs as hard as she could. But the egg was so small. She could hardly feel it. She pushed some more, with all the strength her belly was able to develop. It was hollowed, it was caved in so far that it almost seemed her spine would show through.

This time she had felt something moving in her bowels. But it was so tiny. Grunting in her gag, she pushed again, her body curling up in the effort. It was so frustrating. She was grimacing and clenching her teeth around the large penis gag as if she could squeeze the ball with her mouth. Her whole body was so tense that her muscles were bulging under her shiny, sweat-soaked skin. She was feeling something moving inside her bowel. Yes, it was coming! She continued to push...

And suddenly it happened. Here, in front of millions of spectators, most of which were her fans while the others hated her to the point of hoping to see her totally debased, there in her inverted hanging position, with cameras offering close-ups of her grimacing face and clenched buttocks on the giant screen at the back of the stage, there, suddenly, out of Felina's twisted bowels, came out the loudest fart she had ever produced, recorded by the microphones and broadcast live to the thousands of recording machines that were collecting her efforts for the posterity.

[Aurelie.Catena]

While the public burst into bawdy laughter, Felina felt the shame overcoming her, mixed with frustration and despair. She did not even know whether she had ever felt the precious key egg inside her. She was now terrified at the idea of producing another of these horrible sounds. She wished the microphones would not be so close.

Sobbing, she pulled on her legs and abs, lifting her torso, curling her body. She reached with her hands, one coming from the front, between her slender, muscular thighs, the other from behind. She pushed her fingers between her buttocks and then a finger into her anus. She felt so bad. A cameraman was zooming right on the spot, projecting the shameful scene on the giant screen. Timidly, she pushed her finger deeper in her rectum and there, she could feel it. Warm and tight, oily and slippery. She did not dare to go deeper, fearing she would just shove it back into her depth. She had to find another solution.

She pulled her finger out and curled her body some more. She hooked her fingers under the chain coiled around her knees and used that handle to lifter her torso higher. Until she was able to grab the spreader bar with her right hand. She was now doubled over, with her torso more or less straight once more. Gravity was on her side, now. Keeping her right fist clenched around the bar, she brought her left hand in a cup under her butt and began to push again. Now this was easier. She felt the egg coming down slowly, and suddenly it popped into her waiting hand.

With a sigh of relief, she let go off the bar and slowly uncurled her body into a head-down hanging position. She was coveting the oily, slippery plastic egg in her cupped hands. She had to be careful now. If she ever dropped this treasure, she would be stuck in mid-air. Carefully, she opened the egg and recovered the key. Forcing her hand to remain calm, she reached for the last padlock of her challenge. She pushed the key in and turned.

There was a victorious click, the padlock snapped open, the chain slipped down loudly on the floor. A wide, exhausted smile over her sweaty face, she lifted her arms downward, both hands forming the V of victory to the face of the World. She had done it. She had won! She had proved her skills. Her success was welcomed with a roar of congratulating yells and catcalls and trampling feet as she was gently swinging in mid-air.

The hostess' voice spoke above the noise, calm and cold.

"Congratulation, Miss Pan Teer! You have done it, and with most... grace!" she grinned evilly, glancing at Felina's butt. "But now, nothing says that we must free you from these... handicap restraints... before the six hours are elapsed. So, your choice is simple. Either you remain like that for the last..." she checked the timer, "oh my god, you have been so quick! You did it in a little less than three hours! That means you'll have to stay like that for another three hours, or you can try to free yourself right now."

"But before you do, I must call for the next kind member of our audience to add another creative device to our fantastic winner! As she has already won her challenge, I would tend to say there is no more limit to what you can do. Just restrain yourself to one device per person. We'll continue to add one every 30 minutes, unless our dear Miss Pan Teer manages to break totally free at some point. Just be fair with the keys, as usual. Keep it logically possible."

Her comments were welcomed with a loud cheer. They had all paid quite a big amount of money to attend the show, and some felt somewhat cheated on with the show finishing in half the advertised time. The hostess' idea would ensure they would get plenty for their money.

"So, who wants to come on stage now?" the hostess asked again, a wide, evil grin across her sadistic face.

[darknessmonger]

He had planned to go on stage and congratulate the woman in person, but taking the opportunity to spice the show a little.
After congratulating Felina for her escape, he adds,
'Hope there are no hard feelings'

and adds a chain joining her wirst toghether.

The ask for the assistants to add some kind of chastity beld to the kneeleing Louise nearby.
He then attaches the chain from Felina's arms to Louise's waist. While Louise remained kneeled her arms would be pulles traitgh down with great tension, and if she stood, it was nod enough to et Miss Pan Teer reach the upper bar.

dangling form that bar is where the key to the lock attaching the belt to her arms was placed

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina was protesting against the unplanned prolongation of her challenge. Even though she had won, the new rules might mean she could be left bound for the full duration of the show. All her protests were lost however, changed into obscene grunts and moans by the huge dildo shoved into her mouth. As the man came on stage and tried to grab her wrists, she began to struggle and yank on her arms and punch her fists. The man had to ask to a stage assistant to hold her while he wrapped the chain around her wrists. He made sure the restraint was tight enough to dig into her flesh before proceeding to the next phase of his evil plan.

Soon, she was once again stretched between heaven and hell, unable to move. She was glaring at the hostess while gritting on the dildo gag. She was hesitating about the course to follow. She could remain immobile, refusing the hostess the show she hoped to get from her cunning change in the show plot. Or she could comply and try to break free again. To her mind it sounded as giving a free show. But she also knew that the hostess would not back from any mean to make her offer a proper show, and Felina did not want to explore her evil mind any longer. Therefore, she decided that breaking free from her current restraints during the next 30 minutes was the best way to go, and she thought it was possible, Providing Louise was ready to collaborate.

The escape artist began to tug gently on the chain, testing the strength of the bondage. But there was nothing to do: the chain was too tight, and the padlock was out of reach, against Louise's chastity belt. She tugged more strongly in quick succession, while grunting signals to the blind Louise. At last, Louise understood and she stood up, relieving the tension on the chain and granting more freedom to Felina's arms. Immediately, she tried to reach the padlock's key but she found that the chain was too short. She pulled hard, driving the chastity belt into her wearer's crotch, forcing Louise to get on her toes, but even this did not allow Felina to reach the tantalising key.

Changing her angle of attack, she pushed and pulled on Louise's belt until she turning her back to the artist. Felina fumbled around Louise's wrists and quickly untied the rope that was binding them together, freeing her arms entirely. She then motioned her bondage mate back in a position where she was facing her. Seizing her right wrists, she pulled it up as far as her chain allowed, while mumbling incoherent words through her gag. She hoped that Louise would understand she had to explore and find the key that was dangling from the bar between Felina's ankles.

[gagged_Louise]

It felt strange to communicate through grunts like this, but Felina was obviously gagged again - was it the same kind of gag that had conquered Louise? - so it was the only way, and Lou was amazed and grateful when her fellow captive freed her hands. Finally she was able to stand upright and move her hands. She flexed her knees a little and rubbed her wrists, pulling in air as deep as she could - but something told her they didn't have a huge amount of time. If they were to break free for real, they would have to work for it, and get to work now.

She felt for Felina's body, her hands searching the other's stomach. It was roughly level with her own chest, but moving down, she soon felt Felina's breasts. The other woman moaned as foreign hands moved around her parched globes. Louise mumbled excuses and her hands moved further down, exploring, her spine tingling. She could feel those strong shoulders - then the neck, then ---- she held her breath as she moved up over Felina's chin. She let her right hand wander a bit further up, and felt the gross penis gag, just like her own.

"Mmmmghh!" Felina grunted. Louise swallowed and without thinking, moved her left hand behind that head and steadied this woman, whom she now thought of as her friend. Some in the audience laughed, some clapped their hands, most seemed silent.

Felina grunted twice and pointed with her hands upwards, at the bar. Then she rubbed her right breast against Louise's crotch and pulled at the chain a little. "Why are you doing that?" Louise thought, the knob on the inside of the belt jutting into her pussy. then suddenly she felt the weight of the chains linking to her waist. Was Felina trying to tell her something?

Felina pulled taut again, and Louise felt her opening being lubricated a little. Then she heard a tinkle from above them. Suddenly she realized, something was hanging up there, something they had to get. What? A key, dammit!

She knew Felina could see her, even though the reverse wasn't true. She nodded at where she reckoned Felina's feet had to be attached, grunted twice and nodded looking upowards, then turned her head back at Felina. The other woman gave an affirmative grunt.

"You'll never get that key, dolls" a man from the audience shouted and gave a laugh.

Louise felt a stab of anger, but now she knew there was a key dangling up there. She guessed there had to be a spreader bar, since her friend's legs were clearly separated. She had to get up there and find the key for Felina. If she did, they would be separated and both Felina's hands and her own crotch might be freed. But how was she to get up there? Although she was taller than Felina, her own hands didn't reach past the other's knees.

She thought it over, sweating and trying to visualize their positions. There was nothing else around. Only Felina, chained up and then chained to herself. She would have to climb - and there was only one object to climb on: Felina.

Louise bent forward and moved her right hand back to Felina's face. She stretched out her fingers a little and then reached for one her friend's left cheeks Placing two of her fingertips on it. She moved them about like legs around the swet skin, and up to the nose. Making a questioning grunt, she heard Felina immediately replying with two "yes" grunts. Okay, it seemed Felina recognized and approved that Louise would try the way up.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina moaned softly as Louise's delicate fingers explored her sweaty body. Her face, inverted, was about level with Lou's crotch and a strong musky, sweaty smell invaded her flaring nostrils. Her sweat-soaked thighs were mere centimetres from her eyes and she tried to turn her head, only to see her move stopped as the long dildo protruding from her gag bumped into Lou's leg. Feeling the fingers going down her body, touching her breast, she tried to look at them and the steel, studded artificial penis clanged against Louise's chastity belt.

Felina tugged on the chain again, trying to convey her message to her blind bondage mate. With her face so close to Louise's crotch, she could see and smell her excitation growing. She was found that the woman's hands were a bit too slow in their exploration. The escape artist tugged harder, trying to remind Louise of the task she was supposed to perform.

Louise seemed so slow to understand. Her mind was obviously obscured by other thoughts. It was so difficult to convey a message with those big penis gag in their mouth. Louise was now exploring her back, pressing her breasts into Felina's belly. Their perspiration were mixing. Felina squirmed and grunted, trying to hasten her partner move.

At last, Louise seemed to understand where the key was. Felina saw her stretch her body and arms, climb on her tip toes, reaching as far up as she could, exploring her thighs and knees. She seized one of Louise's knees in her chained hands and pretended to lift it. Somehow, Louise understood the meaning and she lifted her right foot. Felina moved her arms so as to push Lou's foot between them, over the chain cinched between her wrists. With the foot resting firmly on the chain, she flexed her arms, lifting the foot higher, the muscles in her arms bulging.

Louise stepped on that makeshift ladder, hugging the bound girl's body to keep her balance. Blindly, her hands went up the girls shapely legs, exploring them. She felt her feet, which had been cruelly bound "en pointe" and were totally immobilised. She felt the short spreader bar attached to her ankles. And there, dangling from it, was a key. With feverish hands, Louise began to untie them.

Meanwhile, Felina was panting and moaning. Her frail ankles had now to support the weight of her two bodies and the chain were biting painfully into her flesh and bones. Her arms were getting cramped too as she was lifting her partner. She could feel Louise's sweat dripping on her face as she worked between her spread feet. Her biceps were bulging like balls of steel in her twisted arms and they were trembling with increasing intensity as cramps were beginning to grow. Louise's weight was forcing the chains to dig deep into her wrists, causing incredible pain. She was clenching her teeth hard into the steel and rubber penis filling her mouth.

And suddenly she could not support Louise any longer. Her defeated muscles just let go and she dropped the woman, who fell backward with a scream of frustration. She had been so close to getting the key. Felina grunted a tired apology while she shook her arms, trying to rest them. Louise waited until Felina motioned her to step up again. The escape artist once again lifted her helper up and gritted her teeth, hoping she would soon get the key.

This time, Louise managed to untie and get the key before Felina got too tired. She stepped down the human ladder, smiling around her gag. Felina almost tore the key out of her hands. In a matter of seconds, she opened the padlock. Louise's belt fell apart and bounced on the floor with a clang. Moments later, the chain coiled around Felina's wrists joined it on the stage.

Felina smiled in victory. All she had to do now was to curl up and free her feet. According to the timer, she had still more than 15 minutes to do so before the next handicap would be added. Much more that was she needed. She glared at the hosted with a contemptuous grin as her body began to double over, fighting against the gravity.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The hostess was obviously unhappy. In spite of her smart trick. The timer showed 3h14 and Felina was about break free. Just as the hand ticked to 3h15, she held out her arm and said., "What a show! Miss Pan Teer is soooooo good! Look, she is again almost free! This is way too easy for her. We are going to make it a little harder. From now on, a handicapping or restraining device is going to be added every 15 minutes! Yes, and we'll start right now! Who want to step up on stage and do our fantastic lady that favour?"

[darknessmonger]

Seeing both girls interacting with each other was a very nice sight, so he decided to push things a little further.

Louise was again pushed on the stage towards the upside down woman trying to escape. facing her.

A short chain was placed against her neck and tied with a know that would not run tighter like a noose. the other end of the chain was passed over Felina's crotch and tied to her wirst, which were placed behing her back. The chain continued downwards, and was looped this time around the upsidedown woman's neck. then passed under Louise to be finally tied against to her wirst, also pulled down behind her.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As Felina saw the spectator came on stage, she let herself fall back into a hanging position and got ready to struggle. She was not decided to let herself bind further without a fight. She mumbled through her gag, trying to warn her blind companion. But there was little that Louise could do, being deprived from sight. The man grabbed her arms from behind and quickly overpowered her, tying a chain around her wrists and the pulling them up her back and tying the chain to her neck.

Felina was obviously going to be a more difficult nut to crack. However, the hostess had already beckoned two muscular stage assistant to come and help. Despite the hanging girl's fierce struggle, they grabbed her arms and stretched them down, immobilising her totally. The man was thus able to complete his bondage without too much difficulty. The two girls were soon chained together in inverted positions, with their hands bound in the middle of their backs. Felina was cursing heinously behind her gag and it was a chance for the most sensitive ears of the public that her imprecations remained completely muffled.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina and Louise were pressed against each other face to face but inverted. Their abundant sweat was mixing and dribbling down their tense bodies. Felina was jerking on the chain holding her hands in the middle of her back, trying to get some slack. Her body was contorting and twisting as her muscles bulged under her oily skin. She had soon to admit that the chain knot that was holding her wrists were scout-safe and there would be no chance for her to cut the steel with her special nails. She grunted in frustration.

Felina's head was pressed between her partner's thighs, a few centimetres under her crotch. On top of the strong, fishy and musky odour and heat, this offered her an impregnable view on Louise's vulva and butt. There, lodged a the cleavage of the butt crack, was the knot that was holding the whole loop of chain together. It was so tantalising to see it so close but out of reach...

Out of reach? Wait! Not quite. It could be touched by the long, steel dildo that was extending from her penis-gag. Felina pushed the tip of the shiny, studded rod against the chain knot, trying to pry it among the tightly packed links. Nothing budged. Felina knew this kind of chain knots. She had spent hours training to undo them. She knew that if they were tight enough they were virtually inescapable. Unless they could be lubricated, in which case the links slipped almost effortlessly and the knot untied "almost" by itself. Unfortunately, this knot was desperately dry.

Felina was rummaging these sombre thoughts when something dripped on her face. A long thread of dubious origin was dribbling from Louis'e vulva. With incredulity, she looked with more attention at this area, which she had attempted to ignore until then, and she noticed that the woman's labia were engorged and glistening. They embracing the chain that was parting them, pressing against the entrance to her vagina, before continue to her own neck. A sparkle of hope lightened in her sore mind. Tentatively, she rubbed the tip of her mouth-mounted dildo against the puffy pieces of flesh, coating it with the feminine juices.

Once she had gathered every drop of it, she turned it back to the chain knot, trying to spread it over the links. Alas, it did not good. There was too little of it, and most remained sticking to the steel dildo. She would need much more of it if the operation was to be successful. It did not take long to Felina to imagine where she could get more of the same stuff. The only question was whether she could push her dildo past the chain that was sealing it...

Turning again to Louise's crotch, she began to push the tip of her dildo on one side of the chain, her eyes crossed on the job, sweat dripping into her eyes and burning them. She found that the chain was not so tight and she managed to push the dildo head past the chain and against the entrance to the vagina. She felt a little sorry about what she was going to do. The dildo was long and thick, with many steel studs prickling along its shaft. It would no doubt be very painful to the poor Louise. But Felina had no much choice. It was this or wait and get more pain from the next spectators.

Encouraged by these reflections, she took a deep breath and pushed with all the strength in her neck. To her surprise, the dildo entered relatively easily until it was entirely within Louise's sex, with Felina's nose pressed against her sweat-soaked perineum, her face engulfed between the woman's warm thighs. The stench was hardly bearable. It was deeply disgusting to Felina who had never fantasised about going with another woman. To turn her head away from the disgust, she tried to evaluate how she was doing. No doubt, Louise's vagina was well lubricated. She imagined the juices enveloping the dildo, getting around the studs. Hopefully, there would be enough of the disgusting stuff to coat the chain knot generously enough to make it slip free.

[gagged_Louise]

Though they had tried to resist, feeling infuriated, they hd been too tired to really be able to protect their new won freedom. Louise had been wrestled and overpowered and when one of the guards held a knife under Lou's right breast, Felina had finally had to give in, so much more so as she was already half on her knees and with her arms wrung backwards, and accepted to be bound like a sheep. Once they were both defenceless and immobilized they had been forced together into a demeaning position that seemed, to Louise, hopeless. She guessed it would be changed later, to allow for more torture.

Feeling the new strain of having to stand up and take the tension of the chains,Louise's limbs were once again dripping with sweat. She was both hungry, half exhausted and worried but she refused to give in. At least, she was now able to see again, even though it was still a bit dim. During the fight, Louise had grasped at the hood which was already a bit fractured by the pressure from the gag, and tried to tear it off completely. One of the stage wardens had held her hands down, soon tying them behind her back, but as soon as that was done he had unlaced the hood. "We want to see what you're feeling, cunt" he added, "and then he pushed the dildo gag into symmetry again. Louise's eyes were almost blinded at first by the glowing stage lights and sweat soon dripped down, but at least she could use here eyes.

She couldn't see what Felina was doing but the sensations from her vulva told her what she needed to know. She couldn't help moaning slightly as Felina knobbed and stroked her with the mouth dildo. It was so frustrating, never quite enough and then she was quite unable to see Felina's face. She looked around. Some in the baudience seemed to have noticed but most of them not. The Hostess, mercifully, had not picked up.

The rubber pole tracing against her labia and deeper into her opening was really making her moist. felijna's strong, beautiful body had made an impression even when she couldn't see it, only feel over it. Now that they were tight together and she could behold the firm, wiry muscles and the tiger-like skin, it preyed on her soul and her senses. She triued to pull off with her hips but it seemed useless. Sighing, she looked at the other's wagina whioch filled her vision like a volcanic landscape. She was more free than Felina to reach there, and almost without thinking, she began stroking the labia with her dildo, just like Felina had been doing, but with longer strokes.

She could hear Felina moaning back, but it wouldn't stop her. Tired and needing stimulation, the sweaty, hot Louise put her nose deeper down and breathed in the strong musky scent. The scene seemed to glow and glisten. It was not in her to resist now: pushing her dildo down, she began rubbing Felina's opening, mumbling and breathing in. Her breasts, after a while, began rubbing at her friend's staomach.

"Nnnghhh!! Ummmmghhhhh!!!---uuummm..." Louise's moans filled iwth increasing lust. Felina made sharp grunts of protest but dutifully kept working Louise in the same place, hoping to het somewhere with the rope holding the chain down there. Louise pumped harder and her moisture and sweat increased as she drove into the escape star's pussy.

"Oh, LOOK!" the Host exclaimed, but Louise only heard it dimly as she nudged Felina's hot crotch. Both women's moans and groans were now growing louder.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As she fought for her freedom, Felina suddenly felt something touch her sex, which was too parted by the chain. She tried to close her thighs but Louise's head was already between them. There was more touching and pressing as her partner tried to push her steel-mouth-dildo past the chain and into her sex. Felina grunted in protest and tried to clench her thighs, pressing them against Louise's ears. There was nothing she could do to protect herself though. Louise was obviously decided to return her own attentions.

With a gasp, she felt the steel, studded dildo force its way into her dry vagina and she moaned in pain as each of the studs penetrated deeper and deeper. She jerked and squirmed in the air, moaning, her eyes bulging. She began to pump her own penis gag into Louise, hoping to make her stop, but it looked as if she was enjoying the attention as more pleasure liquor began to ooze out of the chained sex.

The pain that was throbbing in her lower belly was half-paralysing Felina. She could not see the timer from her position, but she knew she had to hurry if she wanted to be free before the next spectator came on stage to add to their misery. Trying to ignore the cruel pummelling of her insides, she pulled her own penis gag out of Louise's sex. It was coated and dripping with her juices, some of it dribbling onto Felina's face. Hastily, she began to rub the steel dildo onto the knot of chain behind Louise's butt. She spread as much of it as she could, rattling the studs on the chain links, making sure they were dripping deeper into the Gordian knot. Meanwhile, Louise kept ramming her now raw pussy with her huge torture instrument.

When Felina judged that she could not do better, she turned to tug on the chain by yanking her neck backward. With gentle yanks and tugs, she began to see the well-lubricated chain begin to stir, the tight links begin to slide. She continued her tugging, pressing the knot between Louise's buttocks. At last, the knot became loose and the two ends of the chain fell apart, one dangling from Louise's wrists, the other from Felina's neck.

Felina followed by frantic squirms and twists of her head and torso. Now that the chain was no longer taut, she could feel the chain knot around her neck getting loose. After some time, it too slipped free and she could repeat the operation with her hands. Freeing her wrists was easier as she had much more freedom to move her arms around and to pull on the links with her fingers.

At last, her hands were free. Louise did not seem to have realised what was happening. She seemed lost in her own world, occupied to ram her mouth-dildo into Felina's aching sex. The escape artist had to push her away, gently but firmly, until she could not reach her crotch any more. Now, once again, she began to curl her body upwards, using her hands to help her abs, reaching for the chain that were digging into her sore ankles and were keeping her hanging upside-down from the ceiling.

Alas, just as she was touching those, her head was cruelly yanked downward by her hair, causing a fiery pain in her scalp. She growled in pain and frustration.

"Time is up!" she heard the hostess say. "3h30. Time to add the next device. Who wants to come and help us?" she asked the audience.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The hostess looks through the rows of spectators.

"So, who will be next? Nobody? Should we just let her free herself before the end of the sixth hour? Is this really what YOU want? What YOU have paid for?"

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC: Is there still an interest for this story to continue or should I write then ending paragraph?

And if I do so, should I move to the second part (as discussed in the companion thread), or just stop altogether?

[darknessmonger]

((OOC: As for me, I don't think a continuation as written inteh other thread would work out.
I like teh idea of keeping adding stuff to keep her on the brink of escape, but was expecting someone else to join.
I'll think of something to keep Felina occupied))

[darknessmonger]

Once again, before the show ends. The man who has returned to the stage so many times is there, speaking to the assistants.

He once again requires the “help” of beautiful Louise, who once again finds her hands restrained behind her back an with a man grabbing her from each arm is placed in front of the upside down woman.

as Felina only need to bend over to end the challenge, he decides to avoid that by the use of a large metal pole, it hands from the middle of the horizontal pole from which her feet hang. It goes behind her down to her head, and it ends in a ring that is closed shut around her neck, a padlock fixing it in place.

He shows the key to Felina, show her how he places in on a chain, how that chain ends in a clamp on both ends, and how those clamps are closed on each of Louise nipples.

The key bearer is then walked behind Felina, about two meters behind her, and her ankles chained to the floor.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina's first move was to try and curl up but she was immediately stopped by the neck ring and felt the bar pressing against her back and between her buttocks. She explored the bar with her hands, which were free, but did not find any weakness. Turning her head, she saw Louise, who was standing way out of reach behind her back, with the precious key hanging from the chain that was attached to her nipples by viciously tight alligator clamps.

The escape artist began to balance her arms back and forth, setting her body into a swinging movement, hanging from the spreader bar. As her body moved in wider and wider arcs, she tried to see over her shoulder while reaching backwards with her hands. The swinging was adding to the pain in her ankles and more sweat was dripping from her body, over her face. She shook her head, trying to free her burning eyes from the sweat, with little success.

She kept swinging wider and wider but it was soon obvious that even in this way, her fingers would never be able to reach the key. Unless Louise was willing to help her, which would mean incredible pain for her if the clamps were ripped from her nipples. If only Louise could bend forward and swing the chain back and forth, with good synchronisation, Feline could grab it when they would be both at the extreme of their respective arcs.

"Ommmff eeemmff oooo" she mumbled, trying to motivate Louise, her fingers clutching vainly at empty air.

[mickhaddo]

I've been watching, eyes almost out on stalks, from the edge of my seat. Now I've talked to one of the stage assistants and have disappeared into the backstage treasure house for a while. I'm watching from the wings and watching the clock...

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina keeps swinging back and forth, screaming into her gag, contorting her neck to look at Louise, trying to attract her attention.

But either she does not understand, or she just plainly does not want the vicious clamps to be torn violently from her sore nipples.

But the time is passing away and soon another device will be added, which will undoubtedly make their lives even more miserable. Felina's can only hope that Louise will understand that she had to choose between a very hard but very short pain, and hours of continuous tortures. Alas, this is a very complex concept to explain with a huge dildo shoved one's throat...

[gagged_Louise]

Watching Felina swinging her body back and forth,m Louise was surprised at first: how could the woman manage this after hours of pain on every muscle and sinew in her body? But she began to realize, thsi was not some idle show-off. Felina clearly wanted to get at something - get the key hanging from Louise's own breasts.

It didn't seem to quite go all the way, and Louise realized she would have to give some assistance. She dreaded what was going to happen - if it suceeded, Felina would yanbk the nipple clamps off her with the pulling weight of her entire body. It would be woirse even than having them removed with a powerful vacuum cleaner. But what choice was there?
She looked over at Felina. their eyes did not meet, but she could see the girl was working in a steady rhythm. She grunted twice in signal, and bent forward, trying to make the key swing out. Felina was turning her ghaze over the shoulder and looked: their eyes met briefly. It was not a very synched movement yet, but next time Felina swung back, she nodded back at Louise, indicating that she had seen and that they were on the right track.

Louise bent forward again. Felina stretched her hands out but the distance to the key was a few inches too wide.

Louise began beating time with her feet, trying to get close to the points when Felina would be swinging back and making a heavier thump about a second before Felina would be coming close. It seemed that Felina was having a hard time moving close each time, and Louise thought to herself that it would be better if she made a more narrow swing every other time to keep in motion without exhausting herself (or Louise, who had to bend each time without any support from her arms), and then made a harder swing the next time.

[Aurelie.Catena]

At last! Felina thought to herself as she saw Louise begin to cooperate. Contorting her neck so as to see as much as she could what was happening behind her, she reached back with her hands, trying to grab the key on her back swing. Synchronising their movements was very difficult, and exhausting as well. It was so frustrating to have the key so close, only to see it swing back out of reach and her fingers claw at empty air.

Felina could see Louise's nipples stretched down and pulled up and down as she tried to throw the key at her. It had to be very painful for the poor woman and Felina acknowledged that Louise could as well have waited for the hours to pass in her not so uncomfortable position. But she had understood that freeing now could be much easier than at a later point...

Felina was glad that Louise was attempting to help her, but god that girl was clumsy! The key seemed to be either just too early or just too late at the exact place where her hands could grab it. Was she doing it on purpose? Had she been paid by the Producers? Felina was alternatively giving her pleading or angry looks, whenever she was swinging away after a frustrated attempt.

And all along, the timer was ticking away.

After more missed mid-air encounters, Felina suddenly felt the nipple chain in her hands. She could hardly believe it. Instants later, gravity was pulling her back down and she yanked on the chain. Her swing was stopped for a short moment. She saw Louise's nipples and areolae be stretched longer and longer as the powerful clamps' toothed jaws refused to let go of their preys. She saw Louise's eyes bulge in agony. For a split moment there was a horrible question in the air: would the clamps slip off or would the frail beads of nerves and flesh be torn from Louise now cone-shaped breasts?

Felina felt guilt for a short time but she refused to let go of the chain. It was her only hope of freedom and she was decided to keep it, whatever it meant to her unfortunate partner.

At last, dragging their teeth into the sensitive flesh, the clamps began to slide along Louise's nipples. The movement accelerated and with a last snap, they were yanked off. Louise's breasts seemed to bounce back into her chest as Felina swung back down with a muffled victory scream.

She waited a couple of back and forth move until her swinging got calmer and then she reached for her collar to find the key hole. Alas! Just at this moment, the timer gonged the end of the 15 minutes. Again the time had come to add a new device to the exhausted escape artist...

[Aurelie.Catena]

Smiling widely, the Hostess walked forward and, placing one finger on the collar key hole, she said in her mic, "Wait! Just wait! 3h45 have elapsed since we began this fantastic show. It's time for another device to be added."

"One spectator has already volunteered to do it. He is back-stage but I'm sure he must be ready. Let's see what cruel idea has come to his twisted mind. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome him with a warm applause!"

[gagged_Louise]

As the clamps tugged her nipples farther out,,Louise felt as if she were being whpped with her head held underwater in a bucket. It was unbearable, and the hideous thought that she might have her aureolae and pieces of sensitive flesh behind them ripped out made her want to puke. She bit at the cock gag and screamed, forcing herself not to vomit and not to curse Felina, for in her mind she clearly understood that this was thir best chance at this point.

When the clamps finally pulled off, pain flooded her entire being. She looked up and saw stars spinning around her, and there was no way to know if she had actually lost flesh. Louise sank to her knees, grunting like a bitch, letting herself be demeaned to the viewers. Far, far away she heard clapping and someone yelling in triumph - was that Felina?


When she looked up again, she saw the Hostess grinning and Felina still attached to her pole. So it was still not over?

[mickhaddo]

As I was led back to the theatre's specialised treasure vault I was worried that they might not have the item I required, but all my doubts were laid to rest as soon as clapped eyes on the vast collection of fiendishness in the back room. The management are ovbiously well acquainted with the products of the restraint artist that I had in mind. Now, as soon as the 15 minute gong sounds I step on stage holding one of Martin's finest creations: a double shrew's fiddle. (see fig.1) (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/album.php?albumid=1561&attachmentid=30753) I advance towards Felina and Louisa, see their eyes fix on the formidable piece of aluminium engineering..

I remove the two thick steel pins each end of the device swings open. I exchange a few words with the Hostess and we set to work. The collar at one end of the double-fiddle goes around the neck of kneeling Louisa, her wrists are fitted into the cuffs nearly half way down it's length. Stage hands adjust the height of the suspended escape artist, so that her neck is level with Louisa's, then Felina's neck and wrists are pinioned in the rigid metal grip of the device. She tries to resist, but I can tell that she is much weaker than when I was last on stage and after the briefest of struggles I can refit the pins that hold the fiddle closed. I push both pins up from bottom to top, then slide padlocks through the holes through their centre, and click them shut. I slide the keys to each lock into their holes, leave them there. They are held in place only by friction. Too much struggling and they could fall and be even more impossibly out of reach than they are now.

Felina's neck is now double collared in heavy metal, her head can hardly move. The fiddle is below the ring attached to the pole though, so it's weight is supported and she is in no danger of suffocation. She can look down the device first to the top of the pin, then her own hands, then Louisa's forearms, then the other pin, then finally the collar around Louisa's neck. I take the key that Felina was about to use to unlock the pole's collar and place it on the fiddle, at the half way point, between the two sets of cuffs, from where it could easily fall off if too much struggling takes place. Felina and Louisa have obviously realised this and for the moment are just keeping still as they examine their latest predicament.

Back I go to my seat, wondering what on earth Felina will be able to do to free herself and her companion...

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina struggles with all her might as she is forced in this new device but in her tired and half-restrained condition she is no match to the hostess and the spectators. Soon she is locked into the double shrew fiddle. She roars in her thick and long penis gag while flexing all her muscles, as if she could break the sturdy metal restraints.

And then she remembers the key that is located on top of the fiddle, between the four wrist holes. Too much struggling and it will fall on the floor, out of reach. The most infuriating is that the padlocks with their keys are placed on the side opposite to her hands. There is now way she can reach them. Had they been on her side of the fiddle, her long and flexible fingers might have manipulated them. She now wonders whether Louise will be able to do that alone. Also, Louise's legs are free and she might try to use her toes to manipulate the keys, but she is probably neither supple enough to bring her foot above the fiddle, and not skilled enough to use her toes as fingers.

There is only one hope: she must try and squeeze her wrists out of the holding holes. They are standard holes, designed to hold standard female wrists. By chance, Felina is no standard female. The steel rim of the holes are touching her skin but there is a slight amount of freedom. Maybe she could use it to free one arm. She knows that her left wrist is slightly thinner than her right one. She will try freeing this one.

She starts by rolling her left hand into a tube shape, pressing the base of her thumb against the base of her pinky. This reduces the section of her hand to almost the one of her wrist. She has often slid her hand out of handcuffs in that way. The difficulty here will be that she cannot allow herself to yank on the fiddle. She will have to proceed very smoothly and gently. She pulls on her left arm until the base of her hand touches the rim of the wrist hole, then she begins to "screw" it upwards, very slowly, squeezing her flesh through the steel embrace. The abundant sweat that is coating her skin is acting as a lubricant.

She sees Louise contorting her own hands so as to grab the free key on top of the fiddle. This one is not going to fall now, and those that are in the padlock will have a lower risk of falling. Felina begins to twist and pull harder on her left hand, feeling the metal scraping against her tender skin. The process gets increasingly difficult as the rim gets closer to her first knuckles. Those are particularly painful to squeeze through as this rolls her metacarpi even tighter. But with a moan of pain, she finally manage to pull them past the hole. From there, it becomes much easier and soon her left hand is free.

Felina fumbles around the pins as she cannot see the padlocks. But she finds the first one easily and manages to turn the key, snapping it open. She removes the padlock and pushes the pin down until it falls on the floor. Immediately, her side of the fiddle opens, freeing her hands and her neck. She then quickly free Louise's part and recover the key to her collar.

Felina's trembling hands fumble behind her neck until she finds the key hole. Pushing the key in, she unlock the collar and frees her body from the long bar. With a deep sigh, she begins to curl up. She is exhausted by now, and her head is puffy and buzzing with all the blood that has pooled down in her face. Usually, her abs would allow her to curl up to her feet without any external help, but now they just don't want to obey her. She has to use her hands to grab her own legs and use them as supports to pull herself up.

At last, her hands reached the spreader bar between her ankles. She grabbed it and pulled herself even higher, until she could pass her left arm above it and hold it under her arm pit. She was now level with her feet and would be able to free her ankles from the chain wrapped around them and holding her hanging from the ceiling.

Alas! Felina's time was up once again, as she was so close to ultimate freedom. The hostess grabbed her by her long, sweat soaked hair once more and yanked her down, smiling at Felina's muffled scream of despair and frustration.

[darknessmonger]

back on stage is the man who so many restraints has added
aproaches Felina, with a tick rope in his hands, the woman starts quirming and protesting
close to her ears, careful not to be overheard, he says

"You've done a fine job so far, how about I put an easy to break restraint and you give me half the prize?"

"Nod if you agree"

[mickhaddo]

As the fiddle crashes to the stage I am as applauding as loudly as the rest of the audience, while at the same time burning with embarrassment　at how easily my latest attempt to restrain the great escape artist was foiled. "Curse you Felina Pan Teer," I whisper, "is there no way to hold you?".... Hang on, what's he up to now?

[Aurelie.Catena]

"You've done a fine job so far, how about I put an easy to break restraint and you give me half the prize?"

"Nod if you agree"

What? Does he think I have suffered all this just to lose half of my prize at the moment I am about to break free. Is he nuts? Felina says to herself. In response, she glares at the man, and then turn her face away in contempt.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The two spectators had come on stage about simultaneously, coming from opposite directions, but Darknessmonger, being closer to where Felina was bound, reached her first. However, the hostess welcomed them both warmly.

"Welcome, welcome! As you have seen, Miss Pan Teer is very smart and skilled. I believe it is only fair if the two of you can add one device each. Please, proceed. And I signal to all of the spectators that out device collection, back stage, is the most exhaustive ever. I'm sure that we can provide you anything you may have fantasised about. And if we do not, our skilled technicians will soon make one up along your indications."

[gagged_Louise]

Louise, too, despite longing very much to be set free, found the propsed depreciation of the prize outrageous. She shook her head slowly but firmly and loudly cracked her fingers. Clearly, the reward belonged to Felina alone!

[darknessmonger]

"You will regret that"

Instead o fthe rope, he takes a chain like the one used to hang the key from Louise breasts, but this one was longer, and the springs that closed the clamps stronger.

he bends is at the middle and makes a thight know around Felinas wirst which are held behind ehr back with the assistance of two men. It takes to horizontal turns and one vertical to make sure she cannot just slip her hands.

The other end of the chains go behind her to the bar holding her legs appart, and it is pulled forcing the woman to arc her back painfully.
One of the assistants suppor her weight in this position while the man grabs one of her breasts and closes the jaws of the clamp in her nipple.
The procedure is repeated with the other one and then she is slowly lowered, the pair of chains plling her breasts to the sides by the nipples, and between the two they supported a great part of her weight, but a lot more will be needed to pull them off.

[mickhaddo]

I watch with admiration as my fellow spectator places the defiant escape artist into yet another agonising predicament. Her body is quivering with pain and rage as the chains grow taut and her breasts are grotesquely distended as the take her weight.

Having been given leave to apply it by the hostess I step forward with my latest device, an arm shackle (see fig 2) (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/album.php?albumid=1561&attachmentid=31041). It's going to make things worse for Felina.

Assistants support her body, giving her momentary respite from the torment of the clamps, as I apply the shackle. I force her arms apart until I can hinge closed the two elbow cuffs, then twist her forearms up until the central cuff can enclose her already chained wrists, tightening the links excruciatingly. Forcing the cuff closed I slip the padlock in place that holds the shackle together.

What can I do with the padlock key? I certainly won't repeat my mistake and leave it in the lock! I attach it by its ring to one of the links of the chain fastening Felina's knees together.

The assistants step back; once more the escape artist feels the full agony of the tit-stretching chains, but now it is worse and strain on her shackled and chained arms extreme...

When I arrived at the theatre I never dreamt that I would enjoy inflicting such torture, but goaded by Miss Pan Teer's defiance, and the embarrassment of my previous failures, I smile with sadistic satisfaction as I leave the stage.. Now get out of that!!

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC:

I attach it by its ring to one of the links of the chain fastening Felina's knees together.

I'm afraid this chain is long gone. Where else do you want to put the key?

[gagged_Louise]

(OOC)


Having been given leave to apply it by the hostess I step forward with my latest device, an arm shackle (see fig 2) . It's going to make things worse for Felina.

Isn't that the fiddle that you've already used? When I click the link, I get the same image that was used before to show the double fiddle, but last time around the number ("fig.1") seems not to have matched the restraint you described back then, though the linked image was the right one - maybe there's been a copy-paste error because the stuff that was written in the address bar had been left over from the page you'd watched before -the other image?

Could you clear it up, Mick? What you're describing sounds awfully like the fiddle, only single this time and slightly smaller.

Besides, I don't even seem to be restrained anymore, apart from the gag. Felina managed to get the double fiddle to sweep open, freeing my wrists and my neck, and the restraints remaining prior to that (see #108) were on the same body parts and pulling them even tighter together, so those chains would have had to be removed before the double fiddle was applied

I am too shocked by all the bondage going on, but bending forward I'm half expecting someone to correct the imbalance and make sure that it doesn't get too easy for Felina to just suggest I'd help her again. :p

[mickhaddo]

OOC: Oops, here is a corrected link to the new device. (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=31041)

[mickhaddo]

Correction to key placement and Louisa being sadly unfettered: What can I do with the key? I certainly won' repeat my mistake and leave it in the lock. The ever present and helpful stage assistants bring forward some more ironmongery that I found in the back room, a cravat (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=31044). "Time for you to enjoy a sit down," I say, as with the help of the assistants Louisa is fastened into a triangle of steel and left sat on the stage looking up at the pain wracked Felina. The key to Felina's arm shackle and the five that hold the cravat closed all go onto a single ring. They are all the same design, which one is which? They are all threaded onto a large key ring, a spiral of sprung steel. Returning to Felina I call for a step ladder so that I can reach the spreader bar separating her ankles. The chains from her wrists run over this before returning to her tortured tits. I open the key ring, as if adding another key and thread it through the chain going from left wrist to left left breast - just before the bar. Then I thread it through the chain going right from right wrist to right breast just after the bar. I admire my fresh handiwork. Vigorous struggling will twist the key ring apart and the keys will go everywhere. I see that Felina has managed to twist her head round far enough to see what has happened, is glaring at me. I smile back, once more return to my seat... Now get out of that!!!!

OOC: Hope that's better!

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC: Very neat!
By the way, the link to fig.2 was already working for me, yesterday.

[gagged_Louise]

OOC: Very neat!
By the way, the link to fig.2 was already working for me, yesterday.

Yes, it worked for me too but it became confusing because the numbering "fig.2" pointed to the fiddle pic, and the description of the implement sounded a lot like the fiddle. so it was kind of hard to know which of the two was intended. If I followed just the link, it led directly to the right pic, but if I would follow the direction of the words that the link was pointing from, then it led to the other one. Good to have it cleared up.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina's face was contorted in a hideous mask of pain. Tears were running from her pain-filled, bulging eyes. Her body was cruelly arched backward in as tight a circle she had ever been forced in, with her shoulders strappadoed to the verge of dislocation. The agony this extreme position caused, added to the strictness of the elbow-wrist restraint was forcing her arms in total and painful immobility. The bending of her spine was causing throbbing pain as well, while her diaphragm had difficulty to suck air into her lungs.

But above all this tremendous agony, the most pain was exploding from her clamped, flattened, bitten, over-stretched nipples. They were supporting about one fourth of her weight, which was elongating them, along with her incredibly firm breasts, to her sides. Her boobs were flattened against her rib cage, whose ribs seemed about to pierce her sweat-covered skin. They had assumed the shape of long cones, wrapped around her chest, with her viciously clamped nipples resting just below her armpits.

Every breath was a battle, against gravity, against her own skin and muscles, and against agony. She was breathing in short, shallow gasp, which were keeping her on the verge of asphyxiation. She was clenching her muscular limbs, as if this could save her, but to everybody, including herself, it was totally useless.

While pain was throbbing through her entire body, she was trying to focus her dazed mind onto the new problem, to visualise her situation and the exact position of every restraint. She slowly figured out that the only weak point in this bondage horror were the clamps attached to her nipples. If she managed to release them, she would get much more freedom, and then she could think about what to do next.

She began to twist her torso from side to side, trying to ignore the shots of pure agony these movements were eliciting in her poor nipples. Every twist was accompanied by a muffled scream from her part, and followed by some time to rest and gather the energy and the courage necessary to repeat the operation. Left, then right, then left again... However painful this self-torture was, Felina could feel that it had some effect. Every twist, or lateral yank, was dragging the cruel clamps closer to the tip of her nipples, and thus to their release. As the steel jaws were crushing increasingly smaller bits of flesh, so the pain was getting fiercer. All the blood and flesh was pushed forward to the tip of her nipples, increasing the difficulty Felina had to pull the clamps off.

[Aurelie.Catena]

At long last, after a lot of efforts and pain, the left clamp snapped off Felina's nipple. As blood rushed back in the densely in-nerved bead of feminine flesh, she screamed in utter agony. After some recovering time, she yanked to the left and released the right-hand clamp, causing another bout of inhuman agony. Her breasts reassumed a more natural position, hanging under her arched torso, their areolae marked with the deep ridges left by the powerful clamps.

Without the intervention of the second man, she would now be free but now, the key-ring was keeping the chain hooked to the spreader bar. Felina remained as arched as ever, although she was now held there only by her contorted and chained arms. She turned her head and peered over her nearly-dislocated shoulder. The key-ring was still holding but it had been severely deformed by her previous effort. It had not be designed to support so much pressure. Soon it would rip apart. However, it seemed to Felina that it was not going to break apart but rather to unfold and lengthen until it allowed the chain links it was attached to could set apart. There was then a chance that it would not spill its keys all around but remain hooked to the chain with at least some of them.

This was a risky bet though. Something to try as a last chance when all other options had failed. And there was yet another solution. One which would call for an incredible amount of strength. An amount she would have been able to provide a few hours earlier but which she might lack at this point of her ordeal. Nevertheless, it was worth trying...

Felina took a couple of as deep breaths as her contorted position allowed and then set to work. She pulled on her bent legs and on her back muscles, fighting gravity to get her shoulders closer to her feet. Her flexibility usually allowed her to bring her feet in front of her face and to touch her shoulder blades with her toes, but she was usually doing this while laying on the floor, not hanging from her ankles... To help a little, she contorted her hands and tried to hook her long and strong fingers into the link of the taut chain, helping herself upwards with every bit of strength she still had. To the amazement of the audience, her curled body began to heave upwards, millimetre by millimetre, oozing torrents of sweat in the process. Bit by bit, her fingers were getting closer from the spreader bar, and from the precious key-ring.

Felina began to tremble, more and more. Her progression became slower. Her face was distorted. Sweat was burning her eyes and dripping from her nipples. A couple of centimetres only were separating her fingers from the ring. But she could not move any higher. She was too exhausted, her muscles were too filled with cramps. And just as she was bout to grab the ring, her muscles refused all service. Her body relaxed and fell, yanking on the chain. The tug was enough to pull the key-ring apart and let go off the chain, which rattled noisily as Felina's body uncurled itself and swung back and forth under the spreader bar.

Felina's shamefully gagged mouth let out a long scream of deep frustration as she rocked back and forth, hanging from her ankles, her arms secured in the middle of her back with the double chain dangling from her wrists and snaking on the floor. Felina felt despair invade her pain-bogged mind. In the middle of her throes, through the burning sweat that was filling her eyes, she noticed something. There, on the floor, half a metre under her head, the five keys were spread in the middle of the chain coils. Desperately out of her reach...

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina was pondering her options when the timer buzzed and the hostess spoke into her mic once again.

"Our little artist seems to have some problems. But they are hers, not ours. It's 4h15 since the show began. Time has come to add another device to her body. Is there any volunteer?"

[darknessmonger]

With little care to not 'accidentaly' push the keys further away with his feet, the man in black comas back on the stage, with a pair of simple devices, one for each female on teh spot ligth, he had used one before only to see it being shreded to pieces.

He places a leather hood over the head of Louise, who can't to anything to stop that from happening. The hood has a hole for the mouth, so the gag can be fitted easily.
The model of hood used doesn't use chains and padlock, but a simple zipper and belt straps.

a similar one is placed over the sweaty head of the upside down girl. all the straps held tightly in place.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As Feline realises that she is going to be blind once again, she begins to panic as this is going to upset all her plans. But there is nothing she can do to escape that fate, not even protest. Instead, while the man in black fits the hood on Louise, she tries to take a mental snapshot of the situation. The five keys are lying close to each other, in the middle of the chain heap. More interesting is the deformed key-ring, which is still securely hooked to one of the links. This is going to be her sole hope of escaping.

Then it is her turn to have her head engulfed into the tight leather hood. She feels the straps being tightened to the maximum. The hood smells of cold sweat and rancid cum. It immediately makes her feel seek and isolated. She is blind and the sounds are dampened, while the echoes from her fast-beating heart seem to be louder. Heat begins to grow immediately and her own sweat mixes with that of all the hood's former prisoners.

Finally, the last strap is buckled and the man leaves the stage. Felina can continue her escape. Immediately, she grabs the chains dangling from her wrists and begins to pull it up, link by link. She proceeds as fast as she can, until her fingers meet the deformed key-ring. With her strong fingers, she tightens the grip of the ring on that last link of one of the two strands of chain, and then she shapes its other end into a hook. Her plan is to fish the keys with this tool, but this is going to be a question of luck now that she is blindfolded. She wonders if the man had foreseen this possibility when he had decided to make her blind.

Whatever, there is not time to lose and she quickly let the chain go down with the makeshift hook hanging from it. Her whole mind is now concentrated on her deft fingers and their feeling. She feels it when the hook touches the floor and stop the descent and begins to drag it over the stage, scanning it methodically, while trying concentrate her search where she remembered the keys to be.

Her very-sensitive fingers are able to feel every notch in the stage, including when the hook is dragged over a key. Knowing where the hole in the butt of the key is located is a pure matter of guess though. As soon as she finds a key, she begins to drag the hook over it back and forth from all directions, trying to catch it. This is a very frustrating and difficult task. But finally, after many failed attempts, she feels that the hook has threaded itself into something. Hopefully one of the keys...

Very carefully, she pull on the chain, bringing it back to her hands. She seizes the key. But is it the good one? There is one chance in five... and there is only one way to know the truth: try it. Contorting her fingers, she reach for the padlock which is placed just between her wrists, locking the whole arm restraint. She pushes the key in the key hole and tries to turn it...

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC:
I've created a dice blog to track the dice rolls I'll do to find the correct key to this damned padlock. Anybody who wants to read this blog and make sure I'm not cheating, just send me your e-mail address and I'll invite you.

Louise and Darkness are already invited.

There will not be any interesting text in that blog. Only dice rolls and their results.

My first roll was 1d5 and it failed. So the first key was not the right one. I'll continue with 1d4, then 1d3, etc. until I get a 1 (success). Each attempt is going to take 5 minutes and I have already spent 5 to make the hook... so...

[Aurelie.Catena]

The key refused to turn. It was not the good one! Everything was to be started from scratch!

Felina threw the key in the general direction of Louise, hoping she would be able to do something with it, and then she lowered her line once again. Finding, scanning and hooking the next key took as long as before, but finally she caught one and pulled it up to her sweaty hands.

She pushed the key into the padlock and turned it...

Click!

The padlock snapped open! She had found the key with her second try! Alas, the whole process had taken too long. Five minute to make the hook, then five minute to catch and try each key. Just as the padlock opened, she heard the timer buzz and the hostess took hold of the padlock, preventing Felina from actually removing it from the restraint.

"Time to add another device. Who wants to come on stage and make Felina's challenge lest childish? Come on! Show us your creativity!"

[gagged_Louise]

Louise muttered at herself for not having spent more hours at the gym. Even if she knew it might not have made a decisive difference, she was undeniably impressed by Felina's strength and resilience Her own limbs were aching, and she felt sure that Felina's must be aching too, but Louise had been all but free ten minutes ago, but her body had been too strained after hours of being bound on her knees, to be able to fight for herself. Her arms had been wrestled to the side by the bullish guards and she had been pushed down and bound like a pig, and then hooded once more. She knew they had gone for Felina, too, and through her own grunting and hmmphing into the penis gag she could hear her fellow captive being wrestled down as well.

The perverse thing about it was that after hours of restraint and humiliation, she was starting to get wet and hot, not from strain itself, but from the knowledge that she had been trussed up and humiliated like this. Something about the black, dreary situation was making her feel involuntarily hot as she crouched there, her hands and feet fettered and her head covered in an obscene black sack with a protruding cock. She breathed heavily as she felt the image sinking in, and fear and a dreaded lust flowed into her. She could sense her parched, mangled breasts going hard and a deep blush covered her face. "No...No..!" she half mumbled as she pushed her naked feet into the floor..

Unable to move any part of herself with amodicum of freedom and elegance, Louise tried with mental force alone to put a brake on whatever was going on down there. Her body lilted slowly from side to side with small, rocking movements, with deep grunts coming out of the hood.

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC:


Finally, her feet had been trussed toigether with rope to make it impossible for her to move even her legs. [...] Bending a little deeper, she pressed her waist muscles against the top of her well-formed thighs

I believe this is all impossible as you are restrained in the cravat. It keeps your neck at a fixed distance from your hands and feet (and keeps your feet apart). No bending and no tying your ankles together, no rubbing feet together...

[gagged_Louise]

(OOC)

Sorry, missed that the cravat actually goes down beyond the hands, to the legs. The picture was a bit murky, although I downloaded it and sized it up. I'll edit that one.

[mickhaddo]

Blushing with rage and embarrassment I'm out of my seat and on my way back to the toy room. I don't get, there, see, something in the wings of the theatre, pick it up smiling. I return to the stage carrying a small drum of 5mm steel cable, made of a dozen braided stands of wire. As I examined it I round that it's nowhere near as flexible as rope, but can be drawn into a loop as narrow as three inches, so suits my purpose.

Approaching the hooded escape artist I snarl into her ear "Your angling skills will not help you now!" I remove the padlock holding the arm shackle closed then thread one end of the cable through the hole in the shackle that it occupied. I carry on feeding wire through for a while then let the drum unwind, there seems to be about twenty metres in all. I pull the cable through the hole until about half the cable is on either side, then with the help of the stage assistants, get to work. I coil up the cable on one side then begin spiraling it around Felina's forearm and the arm shackle, heading the direction of her elbow, so her flesh is held tightly against the metal. The spiral continues up her arm. I then take the cable over the opposite shoulder and under the opposite armpit. This process is repeated on the other side: tight coils around her arm and the shackle, up her arm, over shoulder, under armpit.

Next, with the help of assistants and the hostess to keep the tension on, the cable is wound wound round Miss Pan Teer's body the a loop in either direction, hauled as tight and tight can be, squashing and pancaking her already cruelly punished breasts. When there is about three metres of cable left on each side the ends are brought into her wrists, looped around the wrist shackle a couple of times. The the loose chains are drawn up from the floor. The cable ends are threaded through the chain links at intervals of a few links up to the end. Then the remaining cable ends go over the ankle spreader bar. Once more her body is drawn into a cruel arch, the chain and cable mixture is wrapped around the bar. It's not very flexible, but can be twisted round the bar with loops sticking out and won't come undone by itself. Finally the cable end that are clear of the chain go back in the opposite direction, threaded through more links in the hog-chain until they run out.

The flesh of the escape artist's arms and body bulge between the twists of cable. Only if it is fully removed from her body can the arm shackled be released. Grunts of pain and rage escape the hood. Her head and body twitch and spasm. I stroll back to my front row seat. Surely I've got her this time!

[mickhaddo]

OOC: I hope that counts as a device. If not I'll think of something else!

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC: I hope that counts as a device. If not I'll think of something else!
This is perfect! Tremendous! It can be escaped from, but it will take a hell of a time...

[gagged_Louise]

This is perfect! Tremendous! It can be escaped from, but it will take a hell of a time...

Wondering if the Hostess is going to extend the end time limit of the show - none of the two women is in a position to complain about it, are they? ;)

[Aurelie.Catena]

Wondering if the Hostess is going to extend the end time limit of the show - none of the two women is in a position to complain about it, are they? ;)
Maybe they could be "induced" to request a time limit extension?

[Aurelie.Catena]

Once again Felina's spine was aching from being cruelly arched. She could feel some strong, unyielding rope wrapped incredibly tightly around her upper body, digging into her flesh wherever it touched her skin, flattening her breasts against her rib cage with only pieces of them bulging out from between the coils. Her forearms were pressed against the steel of the arm shackle by countless spires of rope. In the blackness of her hood, Felina was isolated in her world of pain.

Her first move was to explore the area around her hands. She quickly found the cable passing through the hole holding the arm-shackle together. She grinned around her gag, unseen from the audience under the filthy leather hood. Those guys will never learn anything! I'll be free in a matter of seconds!" she thought to herself.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina immediately set to cut the rope with her extra-hard finger nails, sawing it just next to the place they passed through the hole. She was imagining the consternated face of the man who had wrapped this impossibly long rope as she would break out of it in less time he had needed to bind it.

However, after about one minute of sawing, she began to realise something was wrong. By that time, the rope should have been sawed to threads but it seemed intact, totally untouched. The cruel reality exploded to her mind: this rope was made out of steel threads. There was no way she could cut it off! As the severity of her bondage appeared clearly to her, she let out a long muffled moan of anger and despair, while her whole body clenched and twitched in mid-air.

After a bout of useless struggling against her bonds, Felina tried to calm down and explore her bondage. She tried to pull on the steel rope that was salami-ed around her forearms, but to no avail. It would not budge. She investigated some more and found that the same steel cable was threaded through the links of the chain wrapped around her wrists. Some of these strands could not be moved either, but she found two of them that were slack. She began to pull on them with the tip of her fingers. She soon found one of the ends of the cable. It was threaded through the chain that was pulling her backward to her ankle spreader bar.

She began to push it toward the bar with one hand, while the other hand checked on the three other strands to see if any got some slack. For a long time, nothing seemed to change but she continued pushing the cable upwards, while doing little move with her chest so as to make the chain links tighten and loosen around, ensuring the cable would not remain clamped somewhere along the way.

This was a meticulous, slow, frustrating, cramping task, accomplished in the most painful position that could be imagined. Felina's body was dripping with sweat and her muscles were throbbing with cramps. In her artificial darkness, she had no way to assess her progression, nor to monitor the passing of time. She was slowly swinging from the ceiling, a grotesque, rolled up, bulging girlish body with an obscene dildo protruding out of her hooded head.

At last she felt some slack in one of the strands coming from the spreader bar. She was now able to push on one strand while she pulled on the other, doubling her snail speed to reach slug speed. Her fingers were knotted with cramps and the sweat made them glide on the steel cable, but she continued her efforts. Finally, the end of the strand passed beyond her fingers and she pulled on the downward strand with both hands instead.

Just at this moment, she heard the timer buzz the end of the 15 minutes. Four hours and 45 minutes already. She began to wonder is she would free herself before the end of the six hours...

[Aurelie.Catena]

The hostess grabbed her fingers and held them tight, preventing Felina from continuing as she addressed the audience: "Ladis and Gentlemen. It is time again to come on stage and add another device to our proud escape artist!"

[darknessmonger]

Seeing her fingers move so amazingly fast in roder to open locks and remove chains, he decides something must be done about it.
he comes to the stge with a pair of specially contructed gloves, they are of thick leather, and have a strap to hold them at the wirst, but what make them special is that the fingers of those gloves consist of a metal tube covered with leather.

It takes some effort to force each of her fingers inside the tubes, but at the end all ten fingers are forced straigth inside an individual tube. Each glove is then strapped at the wirst, now he goes back to take a seat, and see her try to remove the restraints without bending her fingers.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As the man tried to force the gloves onto Felina's hands, she was fighting with all the power she still had, clenching her fists and clawing her strong nails into the man's flesh. But with the help of two stage assistants, he managed to put the gloves on, finger by finger.

As soon as the last wrist-strap was buckled, Felina knew she had been made totally helpless. She tried to wiggle her fingers but, unable to flex, they were totally useless. Even worth, they had lost any sense of touch. Since the hood had been placed over her eyes, Felina had seen her environment mostly through her fingers. She was highly skilled at visualising shapes and orientations just by the tip of her fingers. Now, she felt doubly blind.

She tried to find again the steel cable she had been manoeuvring but there was no way to find it in the midst of the tangle of chain, shackle and cable. Still she tried and it was a pathetic sight to see the once deft escape artist to fumble dumbly with her stiff fingers.

At some point, she imagined she could use her toes to remove the gloves. Her exhausted, sweat-coated body was seen lifting, pulled up by her incredible back muscles. But she soon found out that her feet were too high and that she was much too tired and full of cramps to succeed. She fell back, panting, trembling, sweat pouring out of her pores as out of a fountain.

Having nothing to exercise her mind upon, she became much more aware of the pain that was wrecking her contorted body. Her spine felt as if it was on the verge of breaking, the ropes attaching her ankles to the spreader bar seemed to digging and sawing into her very flesh. Breathing had becoming incredibly difficult and painful and she was kept constantly on the verge of asphyxia. Her body was slowly swinging. Her chin was resting on her chest, as if too tired to support the weight of her head. Her long curly mane was spread all around her hood as they came out of the hood's apical hole.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The fifteen minutes passed very slowly until finally the timer's hand ticked on the five hour mark.

"So so... Miss Pan Teera, It seems you have finally reached your limits?" the hostess mocked while playing with Felina's hair. "Those gloves are evil, aren't they? Now, listen to me. We are ready to remove them for you and let you continue your escape where you stopped it..."

Felina lifted her head, full of hope.

"Of course, there is a price to pay. Nothing comes free in our world" she added after a short pause, grinning diabolically. "And here is my offer: We remove your gloves and promise not to put any more restraint on your fingers... and in exchange we extend the time limit by another three hours. Then, either you have managed to break free - and I'm sure you will - or you don't and that means you will be offered to our audience to humiliate your for 12h without any limit. Do we have a deal?"

Felina thought about it but she quickly came to the decision it was a very dangerous deal. She only had to wait for one hour and then she would be free and rich. Entering that deal brought very little appeal to her. She shook her head no.

The hostess made a sad pout. "As you wish, Miss Pan Teera. We respect our contracts and we shall not alter ours without you consent. However, it stipulates that you still have to perform one more hour for us. If at any time you want to reconsider your contract, just let me know."

Then she turned to the public with the most evil look that had ever been seen on a female face. "Now, dear public, we have here a proud and stubborn bitch to break. I count upon you to make her beg us for a time extension before the sixth hour of the show. I believe she is quite helpless now. What we need is some REALLY painful device. Come on, let's see what your wicked creativity can come with. Be evil! Remember, we have only three attempts to make her break... Who's first?"

[gagged_Louise]

Louise had been totally shut off from what was going on and there was no way she could figure out what happened to Felina after they had both been hooded. The lack of sudden, directed noises from the star - except fro occasional rattling and grunting - was a bad sign, she had thought: it had to mean Felina was not making decsive progress.

When the Hostess took the microphone gain, Louise had heard every word. It put her hair on end: iort confirmed that Felina was truly helpless and unable to free herself, and When the evil woman made the dastardly offer, Louise's heart jumped up to her throat. She saw clealry the danger Felina was in, and she also realized that humiliation of Felina might include herself too.

The silence froze her. She wanted to tell Felina not to falter, not to give in. When the Hostess finally spok again, and her words confirmed that Felina had chosen stiollness and pain rather than risk losing everything, she exhaled softly. "Good" she thought.

Then she heard what she had already half suspected, the taunt to the audience to become yet more sadistic. If Louise had been able to pull herslef into a ball and knock the Hostess over from behind, pushing her ignominiously into the audience, she would have done so. This was absolute madness, and she wondered if Felina and herself would urvive without lasting damage to their bodies.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina was panting, wiggling her dumb fingers helplessly, waiting for someone to come on stage. The timer had been stopped and would not start again until a new device had been added...

[darknessmonger]

nobody steps on teh stage, and the show must go on, so once again teh man in black returns to the stage, sadly the woman can't see him, or see what he is setting up on the center of the stage, just under the upside down hung beauty.

It consisted on a wide metal cilinder, about 50 cm in diameter. it is made of copper, and has a thick wire soldered to the bottom.
That wire goes into an electric device and goes into the socked called negative.

several wires are connected to the one marked positive, they have a an isolated pincer in the middle then the wire continues and end in a heavy copper ball. The pincers are created in such a way so the current goes from one end of the wire to one jaw of the pincer, then to the other and end in the copper ball.

There are five such wires in total, the shorter two are attached to each of her nipples, who had just suffered similar clips being pulled out just some moments ago.

other two are placed at each side of her labia.

and the last one is reserved for her clitoris.

the wires are adjusted in height so each of them is hanging in mid air, inside the volume of the copper cylinder.

It dones't take an electrician to guess what will happen if one of the copper weights comes in contact with the rim of the copper walls surrounding them.

He turns on teh machine and adjusts the current and voltaje to a safe, but painful setting, and goe to enjoy the next 15 minutes of show

[js207]

Smiling, the beautiful sadistic redhead slowly climbed to her feet and stalked up to the stage once more. Every eye was on her, the audience eager to know what devilish torment she brought this time - but knowing that every second she took was an extra second in this predicament for poor Felina, her tormentor was in no hurry. Mounting the stage, she conducted a leisurely examination of the bound performer, tugging here and twisting there, her smile growing with each sound and twitch from Felina which confirmed the effect. A few moments of manipulation had the bound girl's breasts protruding uncomfortably between the coils of steel rope, forcing them to bulge alarmingly, the sensitive and recently-pierced nubs at each tip not escaping the cruel, probing fingers and nails.

Having heard those all too familiar footsteps, Felina's imagination was running wild, conjuring up all sorts of terrifying and agonising possible fates for her beautiful sensitive mounds. Instead, after a moment, she heard those footsteps again. Was that all? Could she have escaped so lightly? Hardly, she thought to herself as she remembered the "kindness" of the water which made her electrical ordeal ten times worse. There had to be something diabolical in store, and the knowledge she could do nothing to escape whatever that fate might be did nothing to ease her fear as she speculated silently to herself about it.

In fact, the cruel redhead was merely taking a short break to amuse herself with Louise - first reattaching the evil electrical "joystick", still offering the bound blonde a choice of four cables to feed electricity to, but this time all on her own body: either nipple, between a vicious pair of clamps attached to her labia and through a large anal plug. That done, she whispered some instructions to her victim: "if you work really hard, and show enthusiasm, I won't turn the power on!" Lou is baffled by this - how is she supposed to "work", kneeling and bound, blindfolded with a humiliating dildo gag preventing any attempt at speech? She nods vigorously, though, knowing what this beautiful sadist is capable of and eager to reduce her suffering if possible.

During this exchange, another member of the audience had wired poor Felina in a similar predicament, but after a moment's whispered discussion the hostess rules that Jenny's plan counts as part of the same "incentive" - so even with the male guest's contraption live, the timer doesn't yet resume counting.

Lou gets her answer, and the audience get another delicious view, as the redhead opens up her catsuit to expose a deep V, running from almost her shoulders down to the crotch, just narrow enough to keep her nipples covered but leaving an enticing view of the flesh between. Turning the bound blonde to face away from the audience, the redhead pushes Louise's head between her toned thighs, starting to pleasure herself on the poor girl's dildo gag. Knowing now what the "work" required to escape electrical agony entails, Lou starts rocking backward and forward in her bonds, thrusting her face between her tormentor's legs enthusiastically. Under her hood, the poor girl is crimson with the humiliation, hating every second of this - but the cameras capturing a close-up for the audience give a very different impression, as she thrusts vigorously, panting from the exertion in a way the audience no doubt take for arousal and passion instead.

After a few minutes, the redhead grips Lou's hair and forces her deeper, taking her pleasure by force and raping the poor bound girl's face. The audience loves this added spectacle, though it's obvious who is enjoying this most; even Lou appears aroused as she pants harder, the tears running from under the hood indistinguishable from the sweat.

To cap her humiliation, as Louise is turned back to face the audience Jenny runs her gloved fingers between the girl's legs and remarks that all the moisture there would help conductivity - so it's just as well she isn't turning on the power to the "joystick", since the chained girl put so much effort in. With a sigh of relief, the blonde allowed the heavy ball to slip from her fingers and lean fully to one side, despite a nagging suspicion there will be some sort of catch to come.

Returning her attentions to Felina, now focussing all her efforts on keeping completely still to avoid being shocked yet again, the redhead produces her new device: two simple clear plastic tubes, like bags but open at both ends, allowing the new wires to pass through. Felina moans in pain as the clamps are briefly removed, passed through each bag then reattached: everyone in the audience who had ever experienced this winced, knowing the pain of having a clamp removed and reattached so soon. A switch leading to Louise's device slips neatly into one of Felina's balled hands, so she can operate the switch by flexing her wrist, although the purpose is not yet clear.

The finishing touch is to bring back the powerful heaters and position them near the captive performer's chest. The close-up camera soon reveals the effect: the two plastic bags are very strong shrink-wrap, and the heat is making them contract around each engorged mound!

As the heat builds, Felina works out the function of the switch and flexes her wrist, shutting off the heat and halting the compression of her chest. Louise's startled yelp, followed by frantic grasping for the ball controlling her ordeal, told her the other half of the story: once again the two girls would have to divide the doses of pain between them, this time with Felina deciding whether to crush and cook her own breasts or electrocute Louise's.

As poor Lou yelped in pain, the hostess finally resumed the countdown of the final hour. For the audience, this could prove the most exciting hour of the show - for the two captives, certainly the most painful. In the control room, the crew were ecstatic: their lucky close-up shots of the suffering blonde's "face-rape" had pushed the show's ratings to new heights.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina's world had changed into the deepest pit of Hell.

First, her breasts had been strangled cruelly, turning them into bulging, taut, humongous, purplish melons of throbbing flesh, with the steel cables digging deep into their swollen bases. They were pulsating pain with each of her heart beat, and it seemed that more and more blood got entrapped in them, making them growing bigger and bigger, until the internal pressure was enough to send back the blood to the rest of the body. By that time, they were truly obscene and grotesque and incredibly painful.

The addition of the powerful clamps on their nipples had doubled the agony, and those on her labia and clitoris had tripled it. But it was still nothing to what she suffered when the current was turned on. Immediately her nipples received a severe jolt. Her breasts were seen to clench and bounce as the muscles of her chest contracted anarchically. Instinctively, Felina jerked her torso backwards, cutting the current... only to get shocked in her labia and clitoris. Her scream could be heard in spite of the thick penis-gag and the covering hood. She jerked back forward, punishing her poor breasts again. For long moment, she oscillated between the two tortures, the copper balls dancing madly under her contorted body.

The man in black had positioned the copper cylinder very evilly. It was almost impossible for Felina to hang without one of the balls touching it. Naturally, her body was positioned so that her breasts were being shocked but by moving by just once centimetre, the shocks switched to her crotch. Right in the middle was a very narrow spot where all circuits were open, but it was not a natural position and she had to assume a very particular position to keep it. And also, the least swinging of the chains, or any too-deep breath, activated the jolting hell once more.

Just as the escape artist had found that delicate point, the sadistic woman was back with more torture. Felina's breasts were enveloped into clear plastic bags and something was put in between her gloved hands. And then the heat began to increase once more, making the bags to shrink around her monstrous tits. The burning, combined to the shocks, was driving her real crazy. As she wiggled her stiff fingers around desperately, she switched off the heaters, making her feel immediately better. The grunts and moans coming from Louise seemed to indicate that she was the one suffering now, but Felina was in too much pain to fell any pity. If she had to choose between her or Louise's comfort, then it would be hers.

Her situation was by no way comfortable though. Although the terrible heat was gone, she was still suffering from the evil shocks, which she could not prevent from happening for any length of time. Once the shocks started, it was almost impossible to stop them as every jolt made her twitch and buck, sending the copper balls on wide swinging trajectories, banging and bouncing against the cylinder.

After several minutes of this agony, she had found a partial solution: by pulling on her legs, she was able to lift her torso, just enough to let the ball to clear the upper rim of the cylinder. Then, no amount of swinging could make them close the circuit and it was just a question of waiting for them to steady in to a still position. This was not easy either, as her muscles were so tired they could only lift her with the greatest difficulty. But if she managed to stay up long enough, then, by carefully lowering her body in the particular position she had found, she could enjoy a few minutes of rest, until a cramp or a deeper breath started the whole cycle again.

The worst was that she knew there was no escape from this torture. The stiff gloves mad it sure she would remain in this hell for one full hour. And no doubt, every 15 minutes, someone would come up with a new idea to make her life even more miserable. Still, she was decided to hold on. She did not want to offer these mad sadist the joy to play with her for another six hours.

[Aurelie.Catena]

After what seemed a very long time, the buzzer announced that 15 minutes had elapsed. The hostess came back. She was wearing an isolated glove on her right hand. She seized the five copper chains dangling from Felina's body and held them up, away from the electrified cylinder.

"Well, well, well. How are we doing? Have we changed you mind? Are we ready to request for a six-hour time extension?"

It took Felina all the courage she could gather from her broken mind and body, but she managed to shook her head "no".

The hostess grinning face immediately turned to a mask of anger and frustration.

"As you want, bitch! Be as tough as you wish. We'll sound break you, I swear it!" And with that, she let go off the copper balls, whose powerful clamps yanked hard on Felina's most sensitive spots, immediately followed by renewed electric shocks.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the hostess continued, addressing the audience. "I'm sure she is on the verge of cracking. Who will be the one to pus her over? Who is going to grant us all another six hours of excitement and fun? Please come on stage and show your sadistic creativity!"

[js207]

The audience had all been visibly disappointed as Felina managed to lift the contacts clear of the charged cylinder - getting off too lightly, they all felt, although it was clear from the strain involved that she would not be able to hold this position much longer.

So, with equal measures of excited anticipation on one side and helpless dread on the other, Jenny rose and strode once more to the stage, her distinctive footsteps confirming Felina and Lou's worst fears while the hostess holds the timer paused with 45 minutes remaining.

As with the previous contraptions, her new contribution is fiendish yet simple: a handful of elastic cords. In no hurry since the timer is paused, she takes her time demonstrating them to the audience and her captive victims, snapping each in turn at poor Lou's vulnerable clamped nipples. With each painful impact, poor Lou lost her grip on the joystick, delivering electrical agony to one or two parts of her anatomy for what feels like an eternity as she struggles to concentrate on centring the ball once more, despite the torment.

Eventually, the sadistic beauty tired of tormenting her blonde captive and moved to her main target. The hostess grins cruelly as she drops the heavy metal weights suddenly, making poor Felina yelp and jerk, brushing the cylinder and triggering another vicious cycle of shock-induced jerks causing more shocks, but Felina's iron will quickly broke the cycle; after the first two times, even snapping the elastic against her cruelly clamped nipples didn't make her move enough to trigger another shock, so Jenny sighed in disappointment and moved to the main event.

Felina whimpered a little as she worked out what was happening: each cord was now linking a metal contact to the base of the charged cylinder, pulling the weight both down and inwards by enough to make contact. Where previously the bound performer had been able to escape pain by pulling her body and the weights up, now she would have to push her body down to get enough slack in the cords to avoid the current.

As a parting gesture, while the hostess restarts the timer's count of the remaining 45 minutes, Jenny flips Louise's joystick into a more brutal mode - not only reversing the safe zone in the middle to shock all four points rather than none, but increasing the power level the longer the ball is held in a single position. The pained yelps certainly have an effect on their inflictor and the audience; she hopes they're having an impact on Felina as well. If not, at the thirty minute mark she will make sure Felina finally chooses to warm herself up a bit...

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina's situation is now unbearable. The elastics are pulling down on the five copper chains, stretching her nipples, labia and clitoris, causing more pain. Moreover, the copper balls are now continuously touching the cylinder walls, sending jolt after jolt through her most sensitive areas. The pain is blinding and she jerks helplessly, trying to escape the electric shocks.

The sadistic woman hinted that Felina could escape the electricity by lowering herself, but she does not know how to do that. She is hanging by her ankles and arms and there is no way she can get lower. She screams into her gag, mad from the shocking pain. After trying several positions to see if she can get lower, she abandons. It mus have been a bad joke.

There is only one way she can avoid being jolted: by lifting herself high enough to make the copper balls clear the cylinder. She clenches the muscles in her legs, arms and back and slowly lift her body up. At last, the shocks stop. But she is in a very precarious situation. The balls are hovering mere millimetres above the cylinder edge, and her muscles are already tiring and cramping. She will not be able to keep that position for long. Moreover, she is pulling even harder on her genitalia, stretching them to unseen lengths.

And indeed, after about 30 seconds of respite, her exhausted muscles let her drop back. And the current start coursing her nerves again, making her scream and cry under the hood. Several times, she manages to lift herself again, free of the cylinder tyranny. But each effort is more difficult and shorter than the previous. She will never be able to continue like that.

She knows she has lost. She tries to tell the hostess she is ready to accept her deal. Anything, but she wants to be free! Alas, either the hostess does not understand the meaning of her desperate grunts, or she just does not want to understand them. Felina has to suffer her plight to the end...

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina is going to break and will be offered to sign a new contract.

You can contribute to it here (http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/showthread.php/23479-Escapology-challenge-Outcome). Read from the post of today as the earlier post were about another type of contract. Still I have inspired myself of what had been discussed.

[js207]

The cruel redhead sighs to herself as she watches Felina's painful antics; if the bound performer had arched her back and thrust out her chest an inch, there would have been just enough slack in the cords to break the circuit. Jenny had been looking forward to watching Felina forced to thrust out her throbbing bound mounds like a low-end stripper desperate for tips - but the spectacle of the poor girl pulling so hard in the opposite direction, clearly suffering as a result while her delicate flesh is pulled out of shape, is just as entertaining.

Ironically, if Felina had left the heaters on for another minute or two, the shrink-wrap would have elongated those painful yet beautiful globes, making it easier for her to avoid further shocks - of course, she probably couldn't work that out from within that confining hood! Jenny had expected that by now Felina would have taken pity on poor Louise, still twitching, moaning and occasionally yelping as she switched the shocks from one place to another to stop the voltage building any further.

With the timer approaching the next 15 minute break, though, perhaps some more encouragement would get the bound star to give the captive blonde beside her an easier time for once - slightly easier, anyway...

[Arkane]

Another 15 minutes have gone... from the audience, an old merchant fleet officer rises: a bearded, fat man with a crumpled uniform, an evil grin and a wine-reddened nose.
The hostess smiles, asking:"What is your addition to this challenge, sir?"
The old man just shows a roll of black duct tape, and approaches the bound Felina.
He starts wrapping her head in tape, beginning from the crown of her head. The hostess is watching with a sceptical eye. "She's aldready gagged and hooded, your tape is useless, captain, don't you see?" but she leaves the officer go on with his idea.
The old man smiles and mumbles something. At the same time Felina shakes and cries behind her gag. This is something dramatically urgent! But, already in merciless pain, the bound challenger has a rough time communicating something is going even more wrong for her. The hostess looks with a quizzical face: old sailor' back is blocking her vision of Felina, she doesn't understand what's going on.
Turning around the old man she sees the bound head and she realizes. Damn drunkard has blocked the slim airways in the hood, asphyxiating the poor escape artist. Felina shakes in desperate, futile attempts to restore her access to air.
"This is not permitted! We can't have a murder right here in front of an audience" the hostess stammers. Then, she regains her composture and calls a couple of stage helpers with a quick gesture.
"Have this jerk accompanied out of the premises, immediately!"
Drunk old sailor smiles, just as if he had invented some pleasing joke. He's rudely brought outside by the men, while the hostess quickly unrolls the tape and gives again freedom to Felina tortured breathing.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The end of the 15-minute period arrived and Felina, despite all the pain she was suffering, resisted the urge to exchange her immediate comfort against hours and maybe months of hell. The hostess, seeing that the show was going to end soon, called once again for another evil device to be placed on her.

In the midst of her throes, Felina heard a unknown pace come on stage. Something was being wrapped around her head and she was wondering to what purpose when suddenly the nostril holes of her hood got covered. Instantly, the anguish of asphyxiation rang into her pain-racked mind. The man was still wrapping the tape around her face but Felina began to grunt and scream while contorting her body frantically.

As she jerked around violently, the copper balls kept bouncing against the cylinder walls, sending jolts of pure agony into her sensitive spots, but Felina hardly minded. She was desperately trying to bring fresh air into her burning lungs. Her belly could be seen caving in spastically but only a trickle of air made it through her nostrils. As the burning in her lungs increased and her anguish reached unknown levels, she began to fear that she was going to die there, on stage, in front of so many spectators. It would be 15 minutes before the next spectator would realise what had happened. Unless she could attract the attention of the sadistic hostess.

But the hostess was relishing the escape artist's jerks of agony. Whatever this man had done, it was entertaining them with one of the greatest pain dance of the show. Progressively however, Felina's strength began to decrease. Her desperate struggles had sucked most of her energy, which her interdicted lungs were not able to replenish. After two minutes of jerking and twisting and screaming, she was slowly reduced to weaker and weaker bucking.

Only at this moment did the hostess realised something was wrong. Suddenly anxious, she reached for Felina's head and immediately saw what was happening. In a matter of seconds she had cleared her artist's nostrils and Felina immediately felt revived.

Three minutes only had elapsed, but the hostess nevertheless called for another device to replace the tape wrapping, which had clearly been breaking the contract.

[darknessmonger]

That was a bad move by the captain he tought, there are better ways o make her squirm that don't put her life at risk.
he puts on a plastic glove, both to protect his left hand from the electric shocks and from the oiment on a flask in his right hand.
It is a paste made by the grinding of nettle leaves.

He smears a generous amount all over her body where flesh could be seen, from toes to thighs, several servings at her crotch, her arms, and the parts of her breasts that were not wrapped in plastic.

On the way down the stage he stopped, almost forgetting to give the other girl on stage a taste of what the new device was.

[Aurelie.Catena]

At first, Felina does not feel much. But then her skin begins to itch, and then prick, and finally her whole body seems to be on fire. She contorts herself in all directions, feeling the jolts of electricity shocking her repeatedly as the copper chains swings around madly, yanking on her clitoris, labia and nipples. She screams to the top of her lungs into the gag. By now, she is much too weak to lift herself off the cylinder, but the powerful irritant succeeds in pulling out of her nerves the last remnants of her energy.

At last, Felina manages to understand squirming does not bring anything except more pain. She manages to force herself to ignore the fiery sting and remain motionless. This lower the pain level a little bit, although she is still getting shocked. She finds out that, by thrusting her breasts forwards, by relaxing her shoulders and legs to the maximum, she can lower herself by a couple of centimetres. This is just enough to keep the copper balls off the electrified cylinder. Just enough, if she does not breathe too deeply, if she remains perfectly immobile.

Then begins the long wait. Five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes... Her abundant sweat is dribbling down her chains and then dripping on the floor from the balls. Eight minutes, nine minutes...

At last, the timer buzzes.

The hostess takes her mic and announces:

"Ladies and Gentlemen. We are now 5h and 45 minutes into the show. In 15 minutes, We are going to free our wonderful artist and she will go back home with her prize. This will be the end of the spectacle... Unless... Unless one of you can succeed in making her sign a new contract and stay with us a little longer. This is your last chance! Do not waste it!"

[js207]

Poor Felina's heart sinks instantly as she hears the all-too-familiar footsteps return to the stage. Having finally worked out the meaning of the redhead's earlier comment about lowering herself being to thrust her breasts out like some sort of hooker seeking clients in order to reduce the pain, she resolves to follow every word carefully this time. No doubt this ingenious and brutal sadist will have devised something to make the final fifteen minutes so unbearable that she will yield and sign a fresh contract, trading a far longer period of suffering to escape just a few minutes; could even this tormentrix come up with something so severe, yet stay within the rules so the hostess isn't forced to free her as with the drunken oaf with the duct tape?

The ice-cubes being added to the flexible tubes over her breasts might just do the trick. For the first few blissful seconds, they dull the burning pain from the chemical coating — then the cold starts to hurt. Worse, as the ice starts to melt, it moistens Felina's skin, making the chemical burning worse as well as reminding Felina how much more intense the electric shocks were earlier when delivered to wet skin, thanks to the greater conductivity!

The redhead leans forward and says softly to Felina in a seductive tone "just throw the switch, and your poor freezing breasts will be warmed up again soon — and you'll be sparing poor little Lou over there some shocks as well!"

Pressing the last handful of ice into the poor bound blonde's chest, the redhead strode over to confer with the hostess while she waited to see which way Felina decided to put the switch now.

[js207]

After holding out for a minute or so, Felina gave in and flipped the switch — sparing poor Lou the electrical torment and speeding up the melting of the ice, but also making the shrink-wrap tubes begin contracting around her poor tortured globes. As the sleeves tighten, the captive performer has second thoughts and throws the switch back, only to discover it's too late: once the heaters were triggered, they would stay on.

Knowing that Lou's electrical ordeal is over, the catsuited redhead unplugs the "joystick" and begins dragging her off-stage by the clamps still fastened to her pained intimate parts. Still blindfolded and gagged, the bound blonde struggles to shuffle along the ground quickly enough to keep the pain levels down as much as possible. Felina's anguished moans, as her chest is crushed, chilled and burned simultaneously, cut through Lou's ears, bringing a mixture of sympathy and pleasure that Felina was receiving the pain instead of transferring it to Lou — but she couldn't spare a thought for her fellow victim as she focussed on struggling behind her sadistic captor.

[js207]

(sorry - duplicate post, forum said that hadn't posted but it had!)