Once again, Felina was stretched between two anchors: her feet and her labia, whose metal string was tautly pulling at the heavy chain resting on the floor, beneath her head.

The hostess applauded heartily at this piece of bondage art. Then, taking her microphone, she said.

"Of course, Miss Pan Teer only needs to free from the original restraints to win the challenge. But I trust she will make a question of honour to break out of these new restraints."

Felina groaned behind her obscene gag and her eyes were shooting light bolts. But there was little else she could do at this stage.