Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[gagged_Louise]

(((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.