Felina, in spite of her strength and of having her arms free, had been unable to resist the assault. She was way too tired and moreover she would not have been able to struggle against two persons simultaneously. Nevertheless, she did as fierce a fight as she could. It was only when her butt left the floor lifted by her legs, that she stopped struggling. Moments later she was swinging slowly in mid air, as far as the string that anchored her crotch to the floor allowed. She was chewing helplessly on that obscene gag whose long and thick protruding cock was perfectly symmetrical to the one that was filling her mouth down to her throat.

The traction on her strangely X-bent legs was once again bringing pain to her frail ankles, and the blood was gathering in her head, making it even puffier than it was. The position was uncomfortable for sure, but all in all, it was better than before. As she was higher, the heat was much more bearable and she was also free from those cruel mats. And the worst was gone. Those terrible jolts would no longer come across her way.

She reached for her crotch with her hands and unclasped the last of three pins that had pierced her flesh. Holding her breath, she slowly, very carefully slid it off her left lip, grimacing from the pain it caused. And then again from the right-hand lip. With a deep sigh of relief, she dropped the metal string, which fell in a rattling sound on the floor. Now, she only needed to remove the knee chain to win her challenge. The only problem was that the key was inside her own body, in a place which she was shy just to think about. She would have to recover from that most secret place right there, under the crude light of the stage, in front of millions of spectators!