Louisa hurried to take the spiked board she had chosen and placed it above the rear of Felina's thighs. As these were pressed against each other by the knee chain, Louisa had some difficulty to push the board between them. She had to hammer her fist on the side of the board several times, until it was firmly lodged between Felina's muscular thighs. Each punch caused the bound hanging girl to yelp into her gag. Once the board was firmly in place, with its evil wooden spikes darting into the inner thighs, Louisa tightened the straps around each leg until the flesh was bulging around them, and closed the buckles. Then she got back on her knees and crawled as far as the short neck chain allowed her to go.

This restraint did not add much restriction to Felina's already strictly-immobilised legs, but the little points were adding much discomfort and she knew that they would be a major cause of pain when she would begin to struggle. Her main escape technique consisted in twisting and contorting her body in order to gather slack or reach crucial knots or padlocks. Those spikes were going to grind into her flesh with every move.

Then she heard and felt a new spectator coming. Her hair was brutally yanked, pulling painfully on her scalp, and then her head was pulled backward with so much strength that her back was arched in a tight circle and her neck contorted to the verge of snapping. She moaned in pain, her scalp and spine aching like hell. Over her moans of pain, she heard the public cheering and applauding as the man, tugged some more on her braid. Her feet were pulled some more towards her head. Felina was very supple, a real contortionist. She tried to pull on her belly muscle to prevent the man to pull her too far, but obviously he knew her well. He knew that she was able to bend her body in a full circle and he was aiming for exactly that feat, yanking repeatedly on the braided tube until the tip of her bagged feet touched the back of her hooded skull. He knew that usually Felina was able to move her feet in front of her face but in the present situation, the corset was preventing so much flexibility. This incredible contortion made breathing even more difficult and also stretched her pierced nipples some more out of the corset holes. Felina was now totally immobilised, writhing in pain, hanging by ankles and anchored to the floor.

The man then retightened some of the chains and ropes that the impossible bending of Felina had slackened. Only when he was happy that everything was tight and trim did he stop working on her. As he whispered into her ear, she recognized the voice of the man who has already placed so many and so cruel restraints on her body. She trembles at the idea that another spectator could come up on stage, even to add a trifling restraint, as this would allow this professional bondager to come again and produce another example out of his evil bag of tricks.