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."
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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."
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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."
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?
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?
OOC:
Please vote about what the outcome of the challenge should be. You can vote here.
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!
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.
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.
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
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.
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...
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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/
OOC: What is going to happen next? This is being negotiated here.
Please bring your grain of salt to the discussion.
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...
OOC: I'm going to wait for Louisa to state what her strategy is going to be, with the joystick.
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.
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.
(((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.
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".