Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

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".

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!"

"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.

(((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.

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.

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.

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

((Of course))

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Originally Posted by darknessmonger

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

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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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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?

((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))

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.

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.

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...

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...

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.