He looked down at Felina, stretched out, her feet tied to the bar; oozing with sweat but still muscular and attractive. Her face seemed sultry and angry, there was bitchiness in it. She reminded him of those rough, fearless Parisian women who will put their hands in their sides and rant at you, half playfully, for being such an idiot as they see it. But now she was silenced and bound, and she would have to put up a fight to break free.
Looking down at her feet, he noticed the unusually sharp toenails. As he stroked them, he realized they were strengthened in a way that made it possible to saw and cut with them. Startled, he realized this was what had helped her to break some of the bondage. The same with her hands. He knew the thing to do would have been to put her hands out of action but that wasn't possible at this point. However, he would make sure her toes could not reach the ropes holding her ankles bound. He applied more rope around the upper part of her left foot and toes, and bent it down toward the leg like the foot of a ballet dancer. Coil after coil went into it, both on her foot and her leg, and the on the right foot as well, so that each were almost parallel with the lower ends of the calves. She would find it very hard to get her toes anywhere close to the ankles or the ropes holding her to the bar.
"Right, let's haul her up!" he said. As he bent down, he could see Louise's hooded body twitching. Fastening the bar to the chain that had held Felina before, she was pulled upwards, her hair spilling down below her head and the dildo gag jutting out like a beak in front of her mouth.
Getting up on a ladder, Martin finally fastened the ring with the key to her gag to one of the links of the sturdy chain, about six inches above the bar. The ring was the typical key ring kind, with a double circle that could be pushed open so that the key, or the ring, might be disengaged, but to get that kind of finger grip when it was stuck that high and with the chains still hanging from her pussy would be very difficult-
"That's a good girl" he said, pulling at her hair just like Louise had done some hours before. Felina moaned in degradation.
The Hostess, meanwhile, removed the electric unit completely from Louise, in recognition of the fact that the two had actually overcome that difficulty in a remarkable way.