Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

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

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

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

And all along, the timer was ticking away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nod if you agree"

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

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Originally Posted by darknessmonger

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

"Nod if you agree"

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

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

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

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

"You will regret that"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Originally Posted by mickhaddo

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

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

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Originally Posted by mickhaddo

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

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

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

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

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

OOC: Oops, here is a corrected link to the new device.

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

OOC: Hope that's better!

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

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Originally Posted by Aurelie.Catena

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Louise and Darkness are already invited.

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

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

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

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

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

Click!

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

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

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

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

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

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Originally Posted by gagged_Louise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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