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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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