This is perfect! Tremendous! It can be escaped from, but it will take a hell of a time...Quote:
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This is perfect! Tremendous! It can be escaped from, but it will take a hell of a time...Quote:
Originally Posted by mickhaddo
Wondering if the Hostess is going to extend the end time limit of the show - none of the two women is in a position to complain about it, are they? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Aurelie.Catena
Maybe they could be "induced" to request a time limit extension?Quote:
Originally Posted by gagged_Louise
Once again Felina's spine was aching from being cruelly arched. She could feel some strong, unyielding rope wrapped incredibly tightly around her upper body, digging into her flesh wherever it touched her skin, flattening her breasts against her rib cage with only pieces of them bulging out from between the coils. Her forearms were pressed against the steel of the arm shackle by countless spires of rope. In the blackness of her hood, Felina was isolated in her world of pain.
Her first move was to explore the area around her hands. She quickly found the cable passing through the hole holding the arm-shackle together. She grinned around her gag, unseen from the audience under the filthy leather hood. Those guys will never learn anything! I'll be free in a matter of seconds!" she thought to herself.
Felina immediately set to cut the rope with her extra-hard finger nails, sawing it just next to the place they passed through the hole. She was imagining the consternated face of the man who had wrapped this impossibly long rope as she would break out of it in less time he had needed to bind it.
However, after about one minute of sawing, she began to realise something was wrong. By that time, the rope should have been sawed to threads but it seemed intact, totally untouched. The cruel reality exploded to her mind: this rope was made out of steel threads. There was no way she could cut it off! As the severity of her bondage appeared clearly to her, she let out a long muffled moan of anger and despair, while her whole body clenched and twitched in mid-air.
After a bout of useless struggling against her bonds, Felina tried to calm down and explore her bondage. She tried to pull on the steel rope that was salami-ed around her forearms, but to no avail. It would not budge. She investigated some more and found that the same steel cable was threaded through the links of the chain wrapped around her wrists. Some of these strands could not be moved either, but she found two of them that were slack. She began to pull on them with the tip of her fingers. She soon found one of the ends of the cable. It was threaded through the chain that was pulling her backward to her ankle spreader bar.
She began to push it toward the bar with one hand, while the other hand checked on the three other strands to see if any got some slack. For a long time, nothing seemed to change but she continued pushing the cable upwards, while doing little move with her chest so as to make the chain links tighten and loosen around, ensuring the cable would not remain clamped somewhere along the way.
This was a meticulous, slow, frustrating, cramping task, accomplished in the most painful position that could be imagined. Felina's body was dripping with sweat and her muscles were throbbing with cramps. In her artificial darkness, she had no way to assess her progression, nor to monitor the passing of time. She was slowly swinging from the ceiling, a grotesque, rolled up, bulging girlish body with an obscene dildo protruding out of her hooded head.
At last she felt some slack in one of the strands coming from the spreader bar. She was now able to push on one strand while she pulled on the other, doubling her snail speed to reach slug speed. Her fingers were knotted with cramps and the sweat made them glide on the steel cable, but she continued her efforts. Finally, the end of the strand passed beyond her fingers and she pulled on the downward strand with both hands instead.
Just at this moment, she heard the timer buzz the end of the 15 minutes. Four hours and 45 minutes already. She began to wonder is she would free herself before the end of the six hours...
The hostess grabbed her fingers and held them tight, preventing Felina from continuing as she addressed the audience: "Ladis and Gentlemen. It is time again to come on stage and add another device to our proud escape artist!"
Seeing her fingers move so amazingly fast in roder to open locks and remove chains, he decides something must be done about it.
he comes to the stge with a pair of specially contructed gloves, they are of thick leather, and have a strap to hold them at the wirst, but what make them special is that the fingers of those gloves consist of a metal tube covered with leather.
It takes some effort to force each of her fingers inside the tubes, but at the end all ten fingers are forced straigth inside an individual tube. Each glove is then strapped at the wirst, now he goes back to take a seat, and see her try to remove the restraints without bending her fingers.
As the man tried to force the gloves onto Felina's hands, she was fighting with all the power she still had, clenching her fists and clawing her strong nails into the man's flesh. But with the help of two stage assistants, he managed to put the gloves on, finger by finger.
As soon as the last wrist-strap was buckled, Felina knew she had been made totally helpless. She tried to wiggle her fingers but, unable to flex, they were totally useless. Even worth, they had lost any sense of touch. Since the hood had been placed over her eyes, Felina had seen her environment mostly through her fingers. She was highly skilled at visualising shapes and orientations just by the tip of her fingers. Now, she felt doubly blind.
She tried to find again the steel cable she had been manoeuvring but there was no way to find it in the midst of the tangle of chain, shackle and cable. Still she tried and it was a pathetic sight to see the once deft escape artist to fumble dumbly with her stiff fingers.
At some point, she imagined she could use her toes to remove the gloves. Her exhausted, sweat-coated body was seen lifting, pulled up by her incredible back muscles. But she soon found out that her feet were too high and that she was much too tired and full of cramps to succeed. She fell back, panting, trembling, sweat pouring out of her pores as out of a fountain.
Having nothing to exercise her mind upon, she became much more aware of the pain that was wrecking her contorted body. Her spine felt as if it was on the verge of breaking, the ropes attaching her ankles to the spreader bar seemed to digging and sawing into her very flesh. Breathing had becoming incredibly difficult and painful and she was kept constantly on the verge of asphyxia. Her body was slowly swinging. Her chin was resting on her chest, as if too tired to support the weight of her head. Her long curly mane was spread all around her hood as they came out of the hood's apical hole.
The fifteen minutes passed very slowly until finally the timer's hand ticked on the five hour mark.
"So so... Miss Pan Teera, It seems you have finally reached your limits?" the hostess mocked while playing with Felina's hair. "Those gloves are evil, aren't they? Now, listen to me. We are ready to remove them for you and let you continue your escape where you stopped it..."
Felina lifted her head, full of hope.
"Of course, there is a price to pay. Nothing comes free in our world" she added after a short pause, grinning diabolically. "And here is my offer: We remove your gloves and promise not to put any more restraint on your fingers... and in exchange we extend the time limit by another three hours. Then, either you have managed to break free - and I'm sure you will - or you don't and that means you will be offered to our audience to humiliate your for 12h without any limit. Do we have a deal?"
Felina thought about it but she quickly came to the decision it was a very dangerous deal. She only had to wait for one hour and then she would be free and rich. Entering that deal brought very little appeal to her. She shook her head no.
The hostess made a sad pout. "As you wish, Miss Pan Teera. We respect our contracts and we shall not alter ours without you consent. However, it stipulates that you still have to perform one more hour for us. If at any time you want to reconsider your contract, just let me know."
Then she turned to the public with the most evil look that had ever been seen on a female face. "Now, dear public, we have here a proud and stubborn bitch to break. I count upon you to make her beg us for a time extension before the sixth hour of the show. I believe she is quite helpless now. What we need is some REALLY painful device. Come on, let's see what your wicked creativity can come with. Be evil! Remember, we have only three attempts to make her break... Who's first?"
Louise had been totally shut off from what was going on and there was no way she could figure out what happened to Felina after they had both been hooded. The lack of sudden, directed noises from the star - except fro occasional rattling and grunting - was a bad sign, she had thought: it had to mean Felina was not making decsive progress.
When the Hostess took the microphone gain, Louise had heard every word. It put her hair on end: iort confirmed that Felina was truly helpless and unable to free herself, and When the evil woman made the dastardly offer, Louise's heart jumped up to her throat. She saw clealry the danger Felina was in, and she also realized that humiliation of Felina might include herself too.
The silence froze her. She wanted to tell Felina not to falter, not to give in. When the Hostess finally spok again, and her words confirmed that Felina had chosen stiollness and pain rather than risk losing everything, she exhaled softly. "Good" she thought.
Then she heard what she had already half suspected, the taunt to the audience to become yet more sadistic. If Louise had been able to pull herslef into a ball and knock the Hostess over from behind, pushing her ignominiously into the audience, she would have done so. This was absolute madness, and she wondered if Felina and herself would urvive without lasting damage to their bodies.
Felina was panting, wiggling her dumb fingers helplessly, waiting for someone to come on stage. The timer had been stopped and would not start again until a new device had been added...
nobody steps on teh stage, and the show must go on, so once again teh man in black returns to the stage, sadly the woman can't see him, or see what he is setting up on the center of the stage, just under the upside down hung beauty.
It consisted on a wide metal cilinder, about 50 cm in diameter. it is made of copper, and has a thick wire soldered to the bottom.
That wire goes into an electric device and goes into the socked called negative.
several wires are connected to the one marked positive, they have a an isolated pincer in the middle then the wire continues and end in a heavy copper ball. The pincers are created in such a way so the current goes from one end of the wire to one jaw of the pincer, then to the other and end in the copper ball.
There are five such wires in total, the shorter two are attached to each of her nipples, who had just suffered similar clips being pulled out just some moments ago.
other two are placed at each side of her labia.
and the last one is reserved for her clitoris.
the wires are adjusted in height so each of them is hanging in mid air, inside the volume of the copper cylinder.
It dones't take an electrician to guess what will happen if one of the copper weights comes in contact with the rim of the copper walls surrounding them.
He turns on teh machine and adjusts the current and voltaje to a safe, but painful setting, and goe to enjoy the next 15 minutes of show
Smiling, the beautiful sadistic redhead slowly climbed to her feet and stalked up to the stage once more. Every eye was on her, the audience eager to know what devilish torment she brought this time - but knowing that every second she took was an extra second in this predicament for poor Felina, her tormentor was in no hurry. Mounting the stage, she conducted a leisurely examination of the bound performer, tugging here and twisting there, her smile growing with each sound and twitch from Felina which confirmed the effect. A few moments of manipulation had the bound girl's breasts protruding uncomfortably between the coils of steel rope, forcing them to bulge alarmingly, the sensitive and recently-pierced nubs at each tip not escaping the cruel, probing fingers and nails.
Having heard those all too familiar footsteps, Felina's imagination was running wild, conjuring up all sorts of terrifying and agonising possible fates for her beautiful sensitive mounds. Instead, after a moment, she heard those footsteps again. Was that all? Could she have escaped so lightly? Hardly, she thought to herself as she remembered the "kindness" of the water which made her electrical ordeal ten times worse. There had to be something diabolical in store, and the knowledge she could do nothing to escape whatever that fate might be did nothing to ease her fear as she speculated silently to herself about it.
In fact, the cruel redhead was merely taking a short break to amuse herself with Louise - first reattaching the evil electrical "joystick", still offering the bound blonde a choice of four cables to feed electricity to, but this time all on her own body: either nipple, between a vicious pair of clamps attached to her labia and through a large anal plug. That done, she whispered some instructions to her victim: "if you work really hard, and show enthusiasm, I won't turn the power on!" Lou is baffled by this - how is she supposed to "work", kneeling and bound, blindfolded with a humiliating dildo gag preventing any attempt at speech? She nods vigorously, though, knowing what this beautiful sadist is capable of and eager to reduce her suffering if possible.
During this exchange, another member of the audience had wired poor Felina in a similar predicament, but after a moment's whispered discussion the hostess rules that Jenny's plan counts as part of the same "incentive" - so even with the male guest's contraption live, the timer doesn't yet resume counting.
Lou gets her answer, and the audience get another delicious view, as the redhead opens up her catsuit to expose a deep V, running from almost her shoulders down to the crotch, just narrow enough to keep her nipples covered but leaving an enticing view of the flesh between. Turning the bound blonde to face away from the audience, the redhead pushes Louise's head between her toned thighs, starting to pleasure herself on the poor girl's dildo gag. Knowing now what the "work" required to escape electrical agony entails, Lou starts rocking backward and forward in her bonds, thrusting her face between her tormentor's legs enthusiastically. Under her hood, the poor girl is crimson with the humiliation, hating every second of this - but the cameras capturing a close-up for the audience give a very different impression, as she thrusts vigorously, panting from the exertion in a way the audience no doubt take for arousal and passion instead.
After a few minutes, the redhead grips Lou's hair and forces her deeper, taking her pleasure by force and raping the poor bound girl's face. The audience loves this added spectacle, though it's obvious who is enjoying this most; even Lou appears aroused as she pants harder, the tears running from under the hood indistinguishable from the sweat.
To cap her humiliation, as Louise is turned back to face the audience Jenny runs her gloved fingers between the girl's legs and remarks that all the moisture there would help conductivity - so it's just as well she isn't turning on the power to the "joystick", since the chained girl put so much effort in. With a sigh of relief, the blonde allowed the heavy ball to slip from her fingers and lean fully to one side, despite a nagging suspicion there will be some sort of catch to come.
Returning her attentions to Felina, now focussing all her efforts on keeping completely still to avoid being shocked yet again, the redhead produces her new device: two simple clear plastic tubes, like bags but open at both ends, allowing the new wires to pass through. Felina moans in pain as the clamps are briefly removed, passed through each bag then reattached: everyone in the audience who had ever experienced this winced, knowing the pain of having a clamp removed and reattached so soon. A switch leading to Louise's device slips neatly into one of Felina's balled hands, so she can operate the switch by flexing her wrist, although the purpose is not yet clear.
The finishing touch is to bring back the powerful heaters and position them near the captive performer's chest. The close-up camera soon reveals the effect: the two plastic bags are very strong shrink-wrap, and the heat is making them contract around each engorged mound!
As the heat builds, Felina works out the function of the switch and flexes her wrist, shutting off the heat and halting the compression of her chest. Louise's startled yelp, followed by frantic grasping for the ball controlling her ordeal, told her the other half of the story: once again the two girls would have to divide the doses of pain between them, this time with Felina deciding whether to crush and cook her own breasts or electrocute Louise's.
As poor Lou yelped in pain, the hostess finally resumed the countdown of the final hour. For the audience, this could prove the most exciting hour of the show - for the two captives, certainly the most painful. In the control room, the crew were ecstatic: their lucky close-up shots of the suffering blonde's "face-rape" had pushed the show's ratings to new heights.
Felina's world had changed into the deepest pit of Hell.
First, her breasts had been strangled cruelly, turning them into bulging, taut, humongous, purplish melons of throbbing flesh, with the steel cables digging deep into their swollen bases. They were pulsating pain with each of her heart beat, and it seemed that more and more blood got entrapped in them, making them growing bigger and bigger, until the internal pressure was enough to send back the blood to the rest of the body. By that time, they were truly obscene and grotesque and incredibly painful.
The addition of the powerful clamps on their nipples had doubled the agony, and those on her labia and clitoris had tripled it. But it was still nothing to what she suffered when the current was turned on. Immediately her nipples received a severe jolt. Her breasts were seen to clench and bounce as the muscles of her chest contracted anarchically. Instinctively, Felina jerked her torso backwards, cutting the current... only to get shocked in her labia and clitoris. Her scream could be heard in spite of the thick penis-gag and the covering hood. She jerked back forward, punishing her poor breasts again. For long moment, she oscillated between the two tortures, the copper balls dancing madly under her contorted body.
The man in black had positioned the copper cylinder very evilly. It was almost impossible for Felina to hang without one of the balls touching it. Naturally, her body was positioned so that her breasts were being shocked but by moving by just once centimetre, the shocks switched to her crotch. Right in the middle was a very narrow spot where all circuits were open, but it was not a natural position and she had to assume a very particular position to keep it. And also, the least swinging of the chains, or any too-deep breath, activated the jolting hell once more.
Just as the escape artist had found that delicate point, the sadistic woman was back with more torture. Felina's breasts were enveloped into clear plastic bags and something was put in between her gloved hands. And then the heat began to increase once more, making the bags to shrink around her monstrous tits. The burning, combined to the shocks, was driving her real crazy. As she wiggled her stiff fingers around desperately, she switched off the heaters, making her feel immediately better. The grunts and moans coming from Louise seemed to indicate that she was the one suffering now, but Felina was in too much pain to fell any pity. If she had to choose between her or Louise's comfort, then it would be hers.
Her situation was by no way comfortable though. Although the terrible heat was gone, she was still suffering from the evil shocks, which she could not prevent from happening for any length of time. Once the shocks started, it was almost impossible to stop them as every jolt made her twitch and buck, sending the copper balls on wide swinging trajectories, banging and bouncing against the cylinder.
After several minutes of this agony, she had found a partial solution: by pulling on her legs, she was able to lift her torso, just enough to let the ball to clear the upper rim of the cylinder. Then, no amount of swinging could make them close the circuit and it was just a question of waiting for them to steady in to a still position. This was not easy either, as her muscles were so tired they could only lift her with the greatest difficulty. But if she managed to stay up long enough, then, by carefully lowering her body in the particular position she had found, she could enjoy a few minutes of rest, until a cramp or a deeper breath started the whole cycle again.
The worst was that she knew there was no escape from this torture. The stiff gloves mad it sure she would remain in this hell for one full hour. And no doubt, every 15 minutes, someone would come up with a new idea to make her life even more miserable. Still, she was decided to hold on. She did not want to offer these mad sadist the joy to play with her for another six hours.
After what seemed a very long time, the buzzer announced that 15 minutes had elapsed. The hostess came back. She was wearing an isolated glove on her right hand. She seized the five copper chains dangling from Felina's body and held them up, away from the electrified cylinder.
"Well, well, well. How are we doing? Have we changed you mind? Are we ready to request for a six-hour time extension?"
It took Felina all the courage she could gather from her broken mind and body, but she managed to shook her head "no".
The hostess grinning face immediately turned to a mask of anger and frustration.
"As you want, bitch! Be as tough as you wish. We'll sound break you, I swear it!" And with that, she let go off the copper balls, whose powerful clamps yanked hard on Felina's most sensitive spots, immediately followed by renewed electric shocks.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the hostess continued, addressing the audience. "I'm sure she is on the verge of cracking. Who will be the one to pus her over? Who is going to grant us all another six hours of excitement and fun? Please come on stage and show your sadistic creativity!"
The audience had all been visibly disappointed as Felina managed to lift the contacts clear of the charged cylinder - getting off too lightly, they all felt, although it was clear from the strain involved that she would not be able to hold this position much longer.
So, with equal measures of excited anticipation on one side and helpless dread on the other, Jenny rose and strode once more to the stage, her distinctive footsteps confirming Felina and Lou's worst fears while the hostess holds the timer paused with 45 minutes remaining.
As with the previous contraptions, her new contribution is fiendish yet simple: a handful of elastic cords. In no hurry since the timer is paused, she takes her time demonstrating them to the audience and her captive victims, snapping each in turn at poor Lou's vulnerable clamped nipples. With each painful impact, poor Lou lost her grip on the joystick, delivering electrical agony to one or two parts of her anatomy for what feels like an eternity as she struggles to concentrate on centring the ball once more, despite the torment.
Eventually, the sadistic beauty tired of tormenting her blonde captive and moved to her main target. The hostess grins cruelly as she drops the heavy metal weights suddenly, making poor Felina yelp and jerk, brushing the cylinder and triggering another vicious cycle of shock-induced jerks causing more shocks, but Felina's iron will quickly broke the cycle; after the first two times, even snapping the elastic against her cruelly clamped nipples didn't make her move enough to trigger another shock, so Jenny sighed in disappointment and moved to the main event.
Felina whimpered a little as she worked out what was happening: each cord was now linking a metal contact to the base of the charged cylinder, pulling the weight both down and inwards by enough to make contact. Where previously the bound performer had been able to escape pain by pulling her body and the weights up, now she would have to push her body down to get enough slack in the cords to avoid the current.
As a parting gesture, while the hostess restarts the timer's count of the remaining 45 minutes, Jenny flips Louise's joystick into a more brutal mode - not only reversing the safe zone in the middle to shock all four points rather than none, but increasing the power level the longer the ball is held in a single position. The pained yelps certainly have an effect on their inflictor and the audience; she hopes they're having an impact on Felina as well. If not, at the thirty minute mark she will make sure Felina finally chooses to warm herself up a bit...
Felina's situation is now unbearable. The elastics are pulling down on the five copper chains, stretching her nipples, labia and clitoris, causing more pain. Moreover, the copper balls are now continuously touching the cylinder walls, sending jolt after jolt through her most sensitive areas. The pain is blinding and she jerks helplessly, trying to escape the electric shocks.
The sadistic woman hinted that Felina could escape the electricity by lowering herself, but she does not know how to do that. She is hanging by her ankles and arms and there is no way she can get lower. She screams into her gag, mad from the shocking pain. After trying several positions to see if she can get lower, she abandons. It mus have been a bad joke.
There is only one way she can avoid being jolted: by lifting herself high enough to make the copper balls clear the cylinder. She clenches the muscles in her legs, arms and back and slowly lift her body up. At last, the shocks stop. But she is in a very precarious situation. The balls are hovering mere millimetres above the cylinder edge, and her muscles are already tiring and cramping. She will not be able to keep that position for long. Moreover, she is pulling even harder on her genitalia, stretching them to unseen lengths.
And indeed, after about 30 seconds of respite, her exhausted muscles let her drop back. And the current start coursing her nerves again, making her scream and cry under the hood. Several times, she manages to lift herself again, free of the cylinder tyranny. But each effort is more difficult and shorter than the previous. She will never be able to continue like that.
She knows she has lost. She tries to tell the hostess she is ready to accept her deal. Anything, but she wants to be free! Alas, either the hostess does not understand the meaning of her desperate grunts, or she just does not want to understand them. Felina has to suffer her plight to the end...
Felina is going to break and will be offered to sign a new contract.
You can contribute to it here. Read from the post of today as the earlier post were about another type of contract. Still I have inspired myself of what had been discussed.
The cruel redhead sighs to herself as she watches Felina's painful antics; if the bound performer had arched her back and thrust out her chest an inch, there would have been just enough slack in the cords to break the circuit. Jenny had been looking forward to watching Felina forced to thrust out her throbbing bound mounds like a low-end stripper desperate for tips - but the spectacle of the poor girl pulling so hard in the opposite direction, clearly suffering as a result while her delicate flesh is pulled out of shape, is just as entertaining.
Ironically, if Felina had left the heaters on for another minute or two, the shrink-wrap would have elongated those painful yet beautiful globes, making it easier for her to avoid further shocks - of course, she probably couldn't work that out from within that confining hood! Jenny had expected that by now Felina would have taken pity on poor Louise, still twitching, moaning and occasionally yelping as she switched the shocks from one place to another to stop the voltage building any further.
With the timer approaching the next 15 minute break, though, perhaps some more encouragement would get the bound star to give the captive blonde beside her an easier time for once - slightly easier, anyway...
Another 15 minutes have gone... from the audience, an old merchant fleet officer rises: a bearded, fat man with a crumpled uniform, an evil grin and a wine-reddened nose.
The hostess smiles, asking:"What is your addition to this challenge, sir?"
The old man just shows a roll of black duct tape, and approaches the bound Felina.
He starts wrapping her head in tape, beginning from the crown of her head. The hostess is watching with a sceptical eye. "She's aldready gagged and hooded, your tape is useless, captain, don't you see?" but she leaves the officer go on with his idea.
The old man smiles and mumbles something. At the same time Felina shakes and cries behind her gag. This is something dramatically urgent! But, already in merciless pain, the bound challenger has a rough time communicating something is going even more wrong for her. The hostess looks with a quizzical face: old sailor' back is blocking her vision of Felina, she doesn't understand what's going on.
Turning around the old man she sees the bound head and she realizes. Damn drunkard has blocked the slim airways in the hood, asphyxiating the poor escape artist. Felina shakes in desperate, futile attempts to restore her access to air.
"This is not permitted! We can't have a murder right here in front of an audience" the hostess stammers. Then, she regains her composture and calls a couple of stage helpers with a quick gesture.
"Have this jerk accompanied out of the premises, immediately!"
Drunk old sailor smiles, just as if he had invented some pleasing joke. He's rudely brought outside by the men, while the hostess quickly unrolls the tape and gives again freedom to Felina tortured breathing.
The end of the 15-minute period arrived and Felina, despite all the pain she was suffering, resisted the urge to exchange her immediate comfort against hours and maybe months of hell. The hostess, seeing that the show was going to end soon, called once again for another evil device to be placed on her.
In the midst of her throes, Felina heard a unknown pace come on stage. Something was being wrapped around her head and she was wondering to what purpose when suddenly the nostril holes of her hood got covered. Instantly, the anguish of asphyxiation rang into her pain-racked mind. The man was still wrapping the tape around her face but Felina began to grunt and scream while contorting her body frantically.
As she jerked around violently, the copper balls kept bouncing against the cylinder walls, sending jolts of pure agony into her sensitive spots, but Felina hardly minded. She was desperately trying to bring fresh air into her burning lungs. Her belly could be seen caving in spastically but only a trickle of air made it through her nostrils. As the burning in her lungs increased and her anguish reached unknown levels, she began to fear that she was going to die there, on stage, in front of so many spectators. It would be 15 minutes before the next spectator would realise what had happened. Unless she could attract the attention of the sadistic hostess.
But the hostess was relishing the escape artist's jerks of agony. Whatever this man had done, it was entertaining them with one of the greatest pain dance of the show. Progressively however, Felina's strength began to decrease. Her desperate struggles had sucked most of her energy, which her interdicted lungs were not able to replenish. After two minutes of jerking and twisting and screaming, she was slowly reduced to weaker and weaker bucking.
Only at this moment did the hostess realised something was wrong. Suddenly anxious, she reached for Felina's head and immediately saw what was happening. In a matter of seconds she had cleared her artist's nostrils and Felina immediately felt revived.
Three minutes only had elapsed, but the hostess nevertheless called for another device to replace the tape wrapping, which had clearly been breaking the contract.
That was a bad move by the captain he tought, there are better ways o make her squirm that don't put her life at risk.
he puts on a plastic glove, both to protect his left hand from the electric shocks and from the oiment on a flask in his right hand.
It is a paste made by the grinding of nettle leaves.
He smears a generous amount all over her body where flesh could be seen, from toes to thighs, several servings at her crotch, her arms, and the parts of her breasts that were not wrapped in plastic.
On the way down the stage he stopped, almost forgetting to give the other girl on stage a taste of what the new device was.
At first, Felina does not feel much. But then her skin begins to itch, and then prick, and finally her whole body seems to be on fire. She contorts herself in all directions, feeling the jolts of electricity shocking her repeatedly as the copper chains swings around madly, yanking on her clitoris, labia and nipples. She screams to the top of her lungs into the gag. By now, she is much too weak to lift herself off the cylinder, but the powerful irritant succeeds in pulling out of her nerves the last remnants of her energy.
At last, Felina manages to understand squirming does not bring anything except more pain. She manages to force herself to ignore the fiery sting and remain motionless. This lower the pain level a little bit, although she is still getting shocked. She finds out that, by thrusting her breasts forwards, by relaxing her shoulders and legs to the maximum, she can lower herself by a couple of centimetres. This is just enough to keep the copper balls off the electrified cylinder. Just enough, if she does not breathe too deeply, if she remains perfectly immobile.
Then begins the long wait. Five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes... Her abundant sweat is dribbling down her chains and then dripping on the floor from the balls. Eight minutes, nine minutes...
At last, the timer buzzes.
The hostess takes her mic and announces:
"Ladies and Gentlemen. We are now 5h and 45 minutes into the show. In 15 minutes, We are going to free our wonderful artist and she will go back home with her prize. This will be the end of the spectacle... Unless... Unless one of you can succeed in making her sign a new contract and stay with us a little longer. This is your last chance! Do not waste it!"
Poor Felina's heart sinks instantly as she hears the all-too-familiar footsteps return to the stage. Having finally worked out the meaning of the redhead's earlier comment about lowering herself being to thrust her breasts out like some sort of hooker seeking clients in order to reduce the pain, she resolves to follow every word carefully this time. No doubt this ingenious and brutal sadist will have devised something to make the final fifteen minutes so unbearable that she will yield and sign a fresh contract, trading a far longer period of suffering to escape just a few minutes; could even this tormentrix come up with something so severe, yet stay within the rules so the hostess isn't forced to free her as with the drunken oaf with the duct tape?
The ice-cubes being added to the flexible tubes over her breasts might just do the trick. For the first few blissful seconds, they dull the burning pain from the chemical coating — then the cold starts to hurt. Worse, as the ice starts to melt, it moistens Felina's skin, making the chemical burning worse as well as reminding Felina how much more intense the electric shocks were earlier when delivered to wet skin, thanks to the greater conductivity!
The redhead leans forward and says softly to Felina in a seductive tone "just throw the switch, and your poor freezing breasts will be warmed up again soon — and you'll be sparing poor little Lou over there some shocks as well!"
Pressing the last handful of ice into the poor bound blonde's chest, the redhead strode over to confer with the hostess while she waited to see which way Felina decided to put the switch now.
After holding out for a minute or so, Felina gave in and flipped the switch — sparing poor Lou the electrical torment and speeding up the melting of the ice, but also making the shrink-wrap tubes begin contracting around her poor tortured globes. As the sleeves tighten, the captive performer has second thoughts and throws the switch back, only to discover it's too late: once the heaters were triggered, they would stay on.
Knowing that Lou's electrical ordeal is over, the catsuited redhead unplugs the "joystick" and begins dragging her off-stage by the clamps still fastened to her pained intimate parts. Still blindfolded and gagged, the bound blonde struggles to shuffle along the ground quickly enough to keep the pain levels down as much as possible. Felina's anguished moans, as her chest is crushed, chilled and burned simultaneously, cut through Lou's ears, bringing a mixture of sympathy and pleasure that Felina was receiving the pain instead of transferring it to Lou — but she couldn't spare a thought for her fellow victim as she focussed on struggling behind her sadistic captor.
(sorry - duplicate post, forum said that hadn't posted but it had!)