Felina's world had changed into the deepest pit of Hell.

First, her breasts had been strangled cruelly, turning them into bulging, taut, humongous, purplish melons of throbbing flesh, with the steel cables digging deep into their swollen bases. They were pulsating pain with each of her heart beat, and it seemed that more and more blood got entrapped in them, making them growing bigger and bigger, until the internal pressure was enough to send back the blood to the rest of the body. By that time, they were truly obscene and grotesque and incredibly painful.

The addition of the powerful clamps on their nipples had doubled the agony, and those on her labia and clitoris had tripled it. But it was still nothing to what she suffered when the current was turned on. Immediately her nipples received a severe jolt. Her breasts were seen to clench and bounce as the muscles of her chest contracted anarchically. Instinctively, Felina jerked her torso backwards, cutting the current... only to get shocked in her labia and clitoris. Her scream could be heard in spite of the thick penis-gag and the covering hood. She jerked back forward, punishing her poor breasts again. For long moment, she oscillated between the two tortures, the copper balls dancing madly under her contorted body.

The man in black had positioned the copper cylinder very evilly. It was almost impossible for Felina to hang without one of the balls touching it. Naturally, her body was positioned so that her breasts were being shocked but by moving by just once centimetre, the shocks switched to her crotch. Right in the middle was a very narrow spot where all circuits were open, but it was not a natural position and she had to assume a very particular position to keep it. And also, the least swinging of the chains, or any too-deep breath, activated the jolting hell once more.

Just as the escape artist had found that delicate point, the sadistic woman was back with more torture. Felina's breasts were enveloped into clear plastic bags and something was put in between her gloved hands. And then the heat began to increase once more, making the bags to shrink around her monstrous tits. The burning, combined to the shocks, was driving her real crazy. As she wiggled her stiff fingers around desperately, she switched off the heaters, making her feel immediately better. The grunts and moans coming from Louise seemed to indicate that she was the one suffering now, but Felina was in too much pain to fell any pity. If she had to choose between her or Louise's comfort, then it would be hers.

Her situation was by no way comfortable though. Although the terrible heat was gone, she was still suffering from the evil shocks, which she could not prevent from happening for any length of time. Once the shocks started, it was almost impossible to stop them as every jolt made her twitch and buck, sending the copper balls on wide swinging trajectories, banging and bouncing against the cylinder.

After several minutes of this agony, she had found a partial solution: by pulling on her legs, she was able to lift her torso, just enough to let the ball to clear the upper rim of the cylinder. Then, no amount of swinging could make them close the circuit and it was just a question of waiting for them to steady in to a still position. This was not easy either, as her muscles were so tired they could only lift her with the greatest difficulty. But if she managed to stay up long enough, then, by carefully lowering her body in the particular position she had found, she could enjoy a few minutes of rest, until a cramp or a deeper breath started the whole cycle again.

The worst was that she knew there was no escape from this torture. The stiff gloves mad it sure she would remain in this hell for one full hour. And no doubt, every 15 minutes, someone would come up with a new idea to make her life even more miserable. Still, she was decided to hold on. She did not want to offer these mad sadist the joy to play with her for another six hours.