Felina's face was contorted in a hideous mask of pain. Tears were running from her pain-filled, bulging eyes. Her body was cruelly arched backward in as tight a circle she had ever been forced in, with her shoulders strappadoed to the verge of dislocation. The agony this extreme position caused, added to the strictness of the elbow-wrist restraint was forcing her arms in total and painful immobility. The bending of her spine was causing throbbing pain as well, while her diaphragm had difficulty to suck air into her lungs.

But above all this tremendous agony, the most pain was exploding from her clamped, flattened, bitten, over-stretched nipples. They were supporting about one fourth of her weight, which was elongating them, along with her incredibly firm breasts, to her sides. Her boobs were flattened against her rib cage, whose ribs seemed about to pierce her sweat-covered skin. They had assumed the shape of long cones, wrapped around her chest, with her viciously clamped nipples resting just below her armpits.

Every breath was a battle, against gravity, against her own skin and muscles, and against agony. She was breathing in short, shallow gasp, which were keeping her on the verge of asphyxiation. She was clenching her muscular limbs, as if this could save her, but to everybody, including herself, it was totally useless.

While pain was throbbing through her entire body, she was trying to focus her dazed mind onto the new problem, to visualise her situation and the exact position of every restraint. She slowly figured out that the only weak point in this bondage horror were the clamps attached to her nipples. If she managed to release them, she would get much more freedom, and then she could think about what to do next.

She began to twist her torso from side to side, trying to ignore the shots of pure agony these movements were eliciting in her poor nipples. Every twist was accompanied by a muffled scream from her part, and followed by some time to rest and gather the energy and the courage necessary to repeat the operation. Left, then right, then left again... However painful this self-torture was, Felina could feel that it had some effect. Every twist, or lateral yank, was dragging the cruel clamps closer to the tip of her nipples, and thus to their release. As the steel jaws were crushing increasingly smaller bits of flesh, so the pain was getting fiercer. All the blood and flesh was pushed forward to the tip of her nipples, increasing the difficulty Felina had to pull the clamps off.