Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[gagged_Louise]

If anyone had said in the morning this could possibly happen at an escape artist show she would have merrily laughed it off. But grabbed first by a man of the audience and then - with the host ordering it! - by a stage guard and stripped, chained and silenced with a kind of gag she had only heard of from sleazy porn movies which she had barely even seen - what was going on? She was being treated like a foul robber and stripped almost naked in front of an audience that now seemed to smile at the idea of seeing her humiliated. A fierce sense of shock washed through the kneeling Louise.

"Uuummghh! MMMMGHH!!" she offered as the Host outlined her idea of the offence she had committed. She heard herself: pitiful, like an animal. The inner protrusion of the cock gag filled much of her mouth and forced her tongue to lick it, the outer one jutted an obscene five inches out, and she felt the padlock tightly pressed against her hair. They had trapped her too.

As she listened to her alternatives, she felt confused and agonized. If she refused to take any part in this, she would be chained and caged in the basement for the rest of the show, possibly till next morning (didn't seem to be the first priority to set her free as soon as they were finished here so she could tell a newspaper, she mused).. But how far could she trust that they would only do that. One or more of the guards might abuse her, rape her, she might even be whisked away to some other place.

Louise tugs at the rope binding her hands behind her back and thinks it over: If I stay up here, at least I'll be able to witness what happens and they won't be able to harm me still worse... And afterwards I can tell the police, if it turns out real bad. These bitches must be brought to justice. You're a witness now!

She's aware that if she agrees to stay and - the thought sickens her - she licks this woman's boot, she will have to help others apply more restraints to Miss Pan Teer, but dimly she thinks:if it gets really barbaric and bestial I'll say no.

With the shock, fear and submerged excitement washing through her, she is too drained and confused to admit that if she doesn't say no now, will there be a place she could say no and stand up to it down the line?

"Do you want to be a sensible lady and see the show? Are you thinking of surrendering and letting us get on with the performance, Miss?" the Host asks, stretching every syllable of the word "performance" a bit. "Or will you agree to be dumped bound and silenced in the nice, deep basement of this theatre?"

Louise mumbles into the gag.- drool and tears drip over her cheeks. She wants to stand up and be a martyr, but is it worth it? And something in this scene is making a pull on her, too.

She flushes heavily. Secretly hating herself, she bends down, puts her head tilted close to the tip of the woman's right boot. She can't properly kiss it, but she rubs her lower lip against the shiny black .

"Good girl." The host turns to the guard. "Take her away and make her ready for her duties. And do not leave the slut ungagged at any time unless it is because she seems to need another cock to suck."

The last remark sends the audience into a roar of laughter, and Louise into a new flash of weary shock. With muted, wide eyes she looks up at the legs of the woman.

"Get up, you dumb whore" the guard growls at her and she feels the leash chain being unfastened from the bolt in the floor and tugged upwards. With a hard grunt, she gains her height and he begins marching her off stage..

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host looks at the guard, leading the poor Louise by her leash, until they both disappear back stage. She then turns again to the public.

"Good! Now that we are rid of this disturber, and while she is picking the restraint she is going to add on Miss Pan Teer, let's turn back to the show that brought us all, you and me, to this theatre. I mean, Felina Pan Teeeeer, the Queeeeen of Escaaaape. Shall you really let her escape so easily? Don't you want to give her a challenge at the level of her talent? Who is going to add the next restraint? You, there? Yes you!" Her piercing, incredibly sexy eyes are looking right into yours, seeming to instil her will right through to your very heart. "Yes, you, I know what is running in the back of your head. The time has come to realise it. Come here, touch that writhing body and add to its torment! Don't hesitate!"

[darknessmonger]

With the idea of restricting her mobility and to avoid the use of her last apendages capable of manipulating keys and ropes, DM comes back on the stage, this time he claims will use no keys, so as not to cause more complaints.

In his hand something that looked like a small leather bag, with a rope that could be tightened to close the opening.

he removes her sandals and puts her feet inside the bag, pushing the last one to make it fit in the reduced space

The rope is thightened at her ankles, just a little above the rope hanging her from the ceiling. given two turns around them and a last one also around the pair of ropes of her suspension.

He is satisfied that with the knees clenched togheter si will eb unable to get enough strength in her ankles to undo that knot.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina feels fingers on her feet. She feels her sandals untied and removed from her black-painted-nail feet. She is getting anxious now and wiggles her feet and toes helplessly. That is all she can do to protect herself, and this is so feeble. Soon, she feels her feet engulfed inside a leather pouch and tightened in.

Shit! she thinks for herself, while wiggling her feet some more, to no avail.

[gagged_Louise]

Led into a corridor and up a few steps, moving jerkily in her pumps - thank god she didn't pick taller heeled shoes, she's still aware at every moment that she must not stumble! - Louise arrives, under the cold eyes of Jeff, the guard, in a room where the shelves and walls are packed with restraints and odd artefacts. A straitjacket, panties with dildos fastened in front and back and with straps, a steel spreader bar with ankle cuffs. Grubby sacks, full or empty, some folded but probably large enough to stuff the performer inside one. More ball gags and ring gags, and of course lots of chains.

Her hands still bound at her back, Louise takes in the sight. She is shuddering but now also fascinated.

Suddenly she sets eyes on a piece of wooden board with each side littered with pointed pins, also wooden. They're dotted over the side like a spiked mat, only a bit less crowded. The board is a bout twenty to fifteen centimeters wide and the pins less than a centimeter high (1/3 to 1/4 inch). Both sides seem to be the same and there are straps that can be tied off from the edges of the piece.

She points at it with the penis gag, frowns and grunts.

"That one? Oh, it's one we sometimes put against Miss Felina's arms or legs. It scratches in a nasty way when it's in place. Still, they're not so deep that they'll vause her to bleed. The straps, those are for fastening it when it's wedged in against one or two of her limbs."

Louise thinks about it for a few moments, then nods.
"Is this what you want to offer her, whore?"

Louise looks back at him, her eyes wide. I may be bound but I have still got my pride, she thinks. But if she doesn't pick anything - the cellar...

Without warning, the guard slaps her face hard. "You gonna cooperate or make more trouble?" She makes a muffled howl of shock. "Aaaaughh!! Mmm!! Nooommpppf"

"You want that one, slut? Remember, we only remove your gag if we want you to suck cock."

Crying wildly in defeat, sinking to her knees, Louise nods yes. The guard picks up the implement and with a rude yank pulls at the leash.
"Come on then, gotta get you into shape. Miss.. And I guess the slut needs some make up too. Don't want the hall to see she's been sobbing."

[Aurelie.Catena]

With her arms bound in her back, Louise could not carry the device she had chosen. Therefore, the guard hooked one of its straps around her neck, making sure that the evil little wooden spikes rested upon her bosom. Then, without more ceremony, he tore apart Louise's panties and bra and threw her pumps away. He tied a kind of rope skirt around her waist, consisting in a rope belt from which countless thin knotted leather lanyards dangled down to the middle of her thighs. In replacement for her bra., he clamped one strong black folder clip on each of her nipples, from which a short knotted leather lanyard was dangling.

"Let's see your make-up, now..." the guard said. He rubbed her thumbs under Louise's eyes, smearing black tinge aside. He then uncapped a black permanent marker and began to write in bold capital letters across the gagged girl's forehead: "BONDAGE ASSISTANT".

"Now, let's hurry back to the stage. They are waiting upon us!" he said, propelling her with a kick in her butt.

The poor Louise stumbled forward, the spiked board bouncing against her bare breasts. As they arrived by Felina's writhing body, the guard hooked once again Louise's leash chain to the floor and then cut the rope binding her hands, so that she will be able to help the next spectator.

"Now, place your device!" the host orders her. "And be quick! Once done, kneel down and you'd better keep a low profile until we call for your assistance again." She then turns to the audience, "And now you have another enticement to come here on stage: groping this slut on the way!"

[Aurelie.Catena]

OOC:
It has been more than 24 hours since the last restraint was put on Felina. I believe it's time to switch to the escape. I'll wait for Louise to add her device and then I'll start. In the mean time, you can still put more restraints on Felina.

[mickhaddo]

As the host said, I can't waste this chance to play my part in defeating the worlds greatest escape artist, the incomparable Felina Pan Teer. I've use up all my main restraints, but I find something else in the bottom of my holdall. Once more I am back on stage, approaching the bizarrely constrained perfomer with a coil of latex medical tubing in my hand. As a pass Louise I whisper, "You gave me the idea for this."

I gather Felina's hair up and twist it into a pony tail. I wind and bind one end of the stretchy tubing into the tail's end, then knot the end of pony tail around the tube. I listen to muffled grunts and yelps though her hood as I work; I realise I am deliberately inflicting pain on Miss Pan Teer, something that earlier I endeavored to avoid. Am I succumbing to the sadistic spirit of the baying audience, who are yelling at me to twist and pull harder?

I run the tube up to the bag covering her feet. Feeding it between her suspension ropes and over and between her feet, before working the tip back between her calves. As I pull it tight, and it begins to stretch, the tube hauls Felina's head back by her hair until, were it not for the hood, she would almost be looking ahead at row upon row of sadistic grins. The chain holding the hood in place is stretched across her throat like a cruel necklace. Meanwhile, the loop over her feet tightens the bag down over them. Hauling until the tension on the tube, and her hair, is extreme I complete another cinching loop before knotting the other end of the tube to itself.

Having completed my hair-hogtie I carry out an inspection of all of Miss Felicia Pan Teers restaints, satisfying myself that there is not a trace of slack anywhere. I lean down close to her hood head and say:

"Now get out of that!"

The audience cheers. I blow a kiss to Louise (who in return for her predicament has the best view of the upcoming entertainment) and return to my seat. My heart is beating fast, I can't wait for the escape to begin. I have followed the career of Felica for years, surely this will be the toughest test of her skills to date.

[gagged_Louise]

OOC:

The chain holding the hood in place is stretched across her throat like a cruel necklace.

I doubt that any sadist in his right mind would have tightened a hood with a chain in that place. Have seen real leather and latex hoods, and I know people who use them, and they never have a chain under the chin that could slide down against the throat under any circumstances - unless the hood is merely decorative. The reason is, it would create an obvious sneaky danger of cuttting off air in the windpipes or affecting blood vessels in the throat.
The hood Miss Felina is wearing is, no doubt, tightened by a zip and a buckled, padlocked strap at the back of her head. Let's not inflict restraints that will make all continued struggle impossible or a threat to her life, please?

[mickhaddo]

OOC:



I doubt that any sadist in his right mind would have tightened a hood with a chain in that place.

Apologies - I think I failed to picture how the hood was chained closed properly. I didn't mean to imply that I was deliberately restricting breathing, only that Felina's head was tilted back now, so the front of her neck is visible to the audience. I would remove that line from my post if I could figure out how!

[gagged_Louise]

With a free-standing ladder held by two of the stage hands, Louise and another guard climb up to get level with the escape queen's legs. Despite the heavy restraints, she can see the muscles are still tense and working. The knees bending at a sharp angle by the ankle-to-waist ropes she once added, in what feels like another world, and the calves covered in. But the thighs are still working, slowly, almoist imperceptibly moving.

Louise points at the thighs with her penis prop, trying not to blush; her own hands wouldn't be strong enough by now to do what this takes, but the muscular guard pushes his fingers in between Miss Felina's thighs and separates them. They hear the escape artist's moan at this new assault. Louise undoes the board and pushes it between the thighs, the raspy points set to scratch against the other woman's legs. As the muscular man moves his hands out, Miss Pan Teer's thighs slide back, and they hear a hoarse gust of pain from the suspended artist. "Please for give me" Louise thinks as they make their way down.

Once down on the stage, her hands are tied behind her back again and she is once more chained down to the bolt in the floor. Now, surely, the show will begin for real - but how will it end?

[Aurelie.Catena]

Louisa hurried to take the spiked board she had chosen and placed it above the rear of Felina's thighs. As these were pressed against each other by the knee chain, Louisa had some difficulty to push the board between them. She had to hammer her fist on the side of the board several times, until it was firmly lodged between Felina's muscular thighs. Each punch caused the bound hanging girl to yelp into her gag. Once the board was firmly in place, with its evil wooden spikes darting into the inner thighs, Louisa tightened the straps around each leg until the flesh was bulging around them, and closed the buckles. Then she got back on her knees and crawled as far as the short neck chain allowed her to go.

This restraint did not add much restriction to Felina's already strictly-immobilised legs, but the little points were adding much discomfort and she knew that they would be a major cause of pain when she would begin to struggle. Her main escape technique consisted in twisting and contorting her body in order to gather slack or reach crucial knots or padlocks. Those spikes were going to grind into her flesh with every move.

Then she heard and felt a new spectator coming. Her hair was brutally yanked, pulling painfully on her scalp, and then her head was pulled backward with so much strength that her back was arched in a tight circle and her neck contorted to the verge of snapping. She moaned in pain, her scalp and spine aching like hell. Over her moans of pain, she heard the public cheering and applauding as the man, tugged some more on her braid. Her feet were pulled some more towards her head. Felina was very supple, a real contortionist. She tried to pull on her belly muscle to prevent the man to pull her too far, but obviously he knew her well. He knew that she was able to bend her body in a full circle and he was aiming for exactly that feat, yanking repeatedly on the braided tube until the tip of her bagged feet touched the back of her hooded skull. He knew that usually Felina was able to move her feet in front of her face but in the present situation, the corset was preventing so much flexibility. This incredible contortion made breathing even more difficult and also stretched her pierced nipples some more out of the corset holes. Felina was now totally immobilised, writhing in pain, hanging by ankles and anchored to the floor.

The man then retightened some of the chains and ropes that the impossible bending of Felina had slackened. Only when he was happy that everything was tight and trim did he stop working on her. As he whispered into her ear, she recognized the voice of the man who has already placed so many and so cruel restraints on her body. She trembles at the idea that another spectator could come up on stage, even to add a trifling restraint, as this would allow this professional bondager to come again and produce another example out of his evil bag of tricks.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Grinning viciously, the host is contemplating Felina's plight with obvious pleasure and pride. She then turns to the public.

"Dear public, as you can see, even when there seems nothing more can be added, it is still possible to make Miss Pan Teer's life more miserable and her challenge more difficult. I'm really mystified by the creativity you have demonstrated so far and I am wondering what you will come next."

"Also, I'm sure you are all wondering what THIS man would do if he could add one more restraint. Unfortunately, according to the rules, he cannot come back on stage until at least someone else has added another restraint. So, even if this is just to wrap a coil of paper adhesive tape around her legs, your contribution might lead to more restriction to our courageous lady."

"Yes, we can consider this challenge from a new point of view. This is not only Miss Pan Teer who is challenged here. YOU too are. Think of all those who are following this show on their TV screen, who have not got the chance to attend it live. I know they are looking at you and your creativity. No, this is not only Miss Pan Teer challenge, this is a real contest, a competition between HER escape skills and YOUR creativity!"

"Are you sure she is secure enough? I'm sure you have seen her shows in the past. Each time she seemed locked in a totally inescapable bondage, and still she always finds the weak points and use them to break free. Think of how stupid you will feel when you come back home and your friends tell you ' I knew she was going to do that and free herself, I'm surprised none of you could see that!'. Will you let it happen? I trust you shall not!"

"Now, the production has just told me that they are going to give 100$ for every restraint that she has not been able to remove at the end of the challenge. This money will be given of course to those who have placed them. So, Mister Bondage Pro could well leave tonight with 500$ more in his wallet. Is that not a generous offer? Moreover, those same winners will be first on the line to get on stage to humiliate and punish our lovely artist."

"Now, who is coming next? Think of the 100$! Don't be shy!"

[js207]

An evil smile showing on her face, the latex-clad sadist who had installed Felina's new piercings earlier stalked back on stage. Pinching the chained Louise's nipples cruelly enough for a yelp of pain to emerge past the humiliating penis gag as she passed, Jenny revealed her next torment to the waiting audience: a large Thermos flask.

The excitement the audience had felt at seeing this calculating sadist return to make poor Felina's ordeal harder turned to bewilderment: she was going to serve Felina coffee? Soup?

Their answer came as Jenny allowed a few drops to fall onto Louise's chest. The audience cheered once more as the chained girl jumped around, jerking against her chains and trying in vain to escape the hot wax dripping from the flask. It wasn't hot enough to burn - just enough to give a stinging shock as it first makes contact. Getting it off, of course, can be another matter.

Turning to face the audience, the brunette announced that she had noticed earlier that Felina wasn't fully waxed down there ... yet. The audience cheered again at this thought, while Jenny turned her attention back to the trussed entertainer.

Rationing the wax carefully, the elegant tormentor filled the small gap available inside each of the bondage mittens and the foot bag before reaching the bikini. Smoothing each piece of black leather back into place, a few firm tugs confirmed the wax now sealed the bikini firmly in place: Felina would have to give herself the most thorough waxing she could imagine in order to extricate herself now!

Taking a bow, her self-appointed beautician stepped back to Louise, showing the audience a small riding crop out of the captive's line of sight, and asked if she should get those drops of wax off the blonde girl's chest. The girl herself was baffled but unable to reply; the audience seemed quite enthusiastic, so Jenny obliged by cropping each drop in turn until her victim's chest was clean again, but red and sore.

[darknessmonger]

He didn't plan to add more to the bondage, but the idea of going home with some extra cash in his hands put his mind back to work.

He goes on the stage with a pair of complex devices, it looks like six sections of thick leather sticks, so thick they seem imposible to bend, each sections is about 30 centimeters in length and joined toghether by chains, each one of them has several orifices.

He takes an oportunity to fustigate Louise with the device and asks for asistance in putting it.
one of the leather restrainstis placed at her side, with the two middle sections and he passes a chain into one of the orifices, the chains goes over Felina's chest and he asks the assistantto hold it in place while he puts the other restraint at her other side and passes the chain.

Slowly he makes the chain go round and round her whole abdomen, thightly. It compromises the two middle sections of each device, leaving two sectiosn hanging close to hershoulders, and other two on her hips.

He continues with the ones for her lower limbs, first thightening the ones at each side of her legsfrom hips to knees, then the last part ending in her bagged feet. This causes the device between her thighs to hurt her as her legs were held toghether thigtly.

The long chain goes back up and to her shoulders, giving mor eturns aroudn the bondage queen.
Not much could be made for her arms so constricted as they were already but now thay also had the two leather bars at each side with several loops of chain around them, finaly the chain returns to where it started at her shoulders, with some pulls at several places he thigthens it more andfinaly fixes the two extremes with a padlock.

but he's not done yet, he real purpose was to add tensors at several places of her body so she couldn't change position.
Each of the orifices on the bars on her arms was joined with each one at her sides with rope. Fixing her arms behind her back at diferent places.

next were the legs, he fixed each of the orifices along her thigs to the bar at each side of her navel, each rope holding her legs in the position they were at the moment.

And finally ropes joining from the thigs to the lower legs. It would be imposible to straight her legs with so many tensors holding them in place.

Now for the moment everybody was waiting, he raises the key to the padlock high in the air for all to see,
It's simply a key with a smal ring opened in one side.

He goes to the front of the hanging woman, fishes her nose from the small orifice of the hood, separates the ring wth both hands, and puts each half in each nostril, the ring closes, pressing in her septum, but without piercing it.So thighly that as much as she moves it won't fall down. To remove it she will need either both hands,or a high resistance to pain.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As she hears the host announce the production is going to offer a reward for every restraint she will be unable to break from, Felina begins to feel fear. This was not planned at all. During their negotiations, the host had seemed to be genuinely willing to help Felina prove her honour and skills. They had agreed that except from the rules Felina had sketched, no restraint would be prohibited. It was the only condition that would make the proof solid as a rock. But never it had been mentioned that the public would be enticed to place inescapable restraints. This reward was going to motivate more and more spectators. Felina understood now that it was not in the interest of the Show that she escape too easily or at all. The longer it took for her to break free, the more advertisement they would be able to broadcast. Moreover, if ever Felina remained stuck, the humiliation show that would follow would bring new, even juicier contract with advertiser.

Felina realised she had been trapped. But it was too late. The fateful rule #4 was playing against her and the only arbiter of these rules was the host anyway. Felina grunted and squirmed in her strict bondage but there was now very little she could do to express herself and only Louisa and the host even noticed she had reacted.

The effect of the reward was not long to wait for. Another man approached her and Felina heard Louisa yelping just next to her. It seemed that her former defender was now unable to protect even herself. This was not a good prospect. And indeed, moments later she felt liquid wax poured through a hole in the arm-binder. She screamed into her gag as it burned her skin. The waxed filled the end of the arm-binder, surrounding the mittens and some of it even infiltrated the leather pouch, filling all the space around her hands and fingers.

The man then pierced a small hole at the top of the bag covering her feet and poured more wax there, filling all the room with it and burning her flesh. Some of the wax dribbled down her legs. He then directed his attention to the top of the corset that was crushing her breasts against her ribcage. Her poured there the remnant of the wax, which instilled itself all around her delicate breasts, filling her bra and dripping from the holes through which her nipples were cruelly stretched and pierced.

All along the treatment, Felina was screaming from the pain caused by the hot wax on her sensitive skin. She also knew that soon the was would cool and solidify, trapping her feet and fingers even further.

More was to come as another spectator come on stage. Felina heard once again Louisa's moans close by. What happened to her? Then followed a long bondage procedure. She felt more chains wrapped around her whole body, from her wrist to her ankles. She could feel articulated rods pressed against both sides of her body, arms, torso and legs. Everything was pulled extra-tight. Her arms were now secured by five restraints: the elbow rope, the mittens, the arm-binder, a first chain pulling them against her torso, and now this new device pressing them together. The last chain is locked to itself by a padlock resting between her shoulder blades. This is the fifth and last padlock her rules allowed.

But the bondage is not yet finished as the articulated rods are now tied to each other by a long rope zigzagging between them, ensuring that she will remain in that exact position even if other restraints are released. The last act is particularly cruel and humiliating as the man hang the key from her nose, making sure to clamp the spring-loaded ring on the sensitive flesh of her septum.

Felina is feeling anguish growing. Never had she been bound so strictly and painfully. She was beginning to wonder if she would be able to break free.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host applauses as the man completes his master-work of bondage, leaving the poor Felina tightly wrapped in a web of chains and ropes. The whole audience is applauding, stamping their feet and whistling in cheerful approval.

"That's fantastic!" the host exclaims. "I believe we are reinventing the whole domain of escapology. Felina is going to break new grounds and she will no doubt become the most famous escape artist of all times. And all this is thank to YOU and YOUR creativity!"

"This last piece of bondage has used the last key that was allowed by the rules, but of course this does not prevent you from adding other types of restraining devices. I'm really impatient to know what you are going to invent next to add to her misery."

She looks at the man who added the corset and the hair to feet bondage. "Is there anything you want to add or are you out of ideas now?" she asks him.

[lonerider]

As I watched other people restraining Miss Felina I couldn't help but admire the brave way she accepted everything that was put on her. Well, in fact, I had to admit she had nothing else to do but accept everything that was put on her as long as the host of the show didn't stop it!
In the end, I decided I could add something to the show and at the same time show my admiration for the brave Lady restrained in an almost impossible way. So I got up from the audience, and getting some heavy ropes I got on the stage.
As I went beside Louise I decided to whisper how nice I saw her looking like that and how much I hoped she would do something similar one day.
I got closer to Miss Felina inverted, restrained body, and working very carefully I took one of his tits, and began wrapping it up till I saw it gaining purple colour, then I went through the other one and did the same, I secured the rope tightby going through her inverted head and with three turns of the rope I continued to her bagged feet. There I wrapped her up with the rope, went up to her binded arms, two turns in there, and I ended up finishing the job in the same place I had begun, Miss Felina's right tit.
As I gained a little distance from her, I could hear her moaning and grunting.
Wondering what would come up next, I got off stage to regain my seat again, pleased at my contribution to the show.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The reward offered by the Production seemed to have created new vocations among the public. The wax was not even allowed to cool before the next rigger came on stage. He was interested in working on Felina's breasts but those were crushed under the tight corset. Her nipples and areolae only could be seen, bulging out of the holes, pierced, covered with dripping wax and the bikini top. However, the man found that two circular cap could be unzipped in the front of the corset. He immediately did it and Felina's proud and firm breasts seemed to burst out of them, dripping with wax and sweat, their nipples pushing against the bra cups. Without more care for his victim's modesty, he tore the material apart, leaving Felina's breasts entirely naked under their coating of wax, stretched down by the pin pierced through their areolae.

The breast bondage that came next transformed each boob into a mushroom of flesh, with a narrow stem and a bulging, taut, throbbing sphere at its top. Felina moaned at this new attack. It seemed as if the prospect of a reward had brought out the most sadistic moods of the audience.

But more was to come. The breast bondage was connected to coils of ropes that circled Felina's head at the height of her mouth, pushing the ball gag even deeper into her oral cavity. From there, the rope went to her ankles, then back to her wrists and finally, passing between her legs, back to her breasts. This had the effect to pull the strangled base of her breasts in two opposite directions, while her nipples were pulled downward by their piercings.

[mickhaddo]

The excitement I am feel as I stare at the escape artist's cruelly contorted and bondage festooned form (an utterly bizarre work of art) is now tempered by unease as a I think of the agony she must be enduring. I accept a microphone from an assistant, then stand and say to the host: " I could tie my shoe laces somewhere on Miss Pan Teer for another hundred dollars, but I do not wish to place any further restraints on her body. I think the time has surely come to allow her display her mastery of the art of the escape." There are a few cries of agreement, but an equal number of boos and hisses as I sit down - wondering nervously what will happen next...

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host seems a bit unhappy with this intervention, but she smiles anyway and tries to stimulate other spectators to come on the stage.

"Anybody wants to make a better use of her or his shoe laces? Or of anything else?"

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina is writhing and panting in her incredibly strict and painful bondage. Close-ups of her body are displayed on a giant screen, as well as on TV to thousands of spectators. A message suddenly appears at the bottom of the display. It reads:

What's your prediction about Miss Pan Teer's success? Let us know here!

[lonerider]

As I thought what else I could do to finish up the challenge to Miss Felina, I thought it a good idea to go on with the wax thing, only this time it would be a little more cruel maybe.
Asking for the wax pot to the one that used it before, I got on the stage again, and whispered to Louise that she'd better look what was going to happen, as I'd think to do it myself to her...
I went very close to Miss Felina and whispered in her ear if she'd mind me putting any more restraints in her. As I saw her trying to shake her head trying to say no, I knew she wanted me to go on... so I just pointed to her ball gag, and very slowly started to pour hot wax directly to her mouth lips, my intention being to seal totally her mouth so that the previous key would be firmly in place. I heard her groaning as she felt the pain, but slowly wax began to seal totally the space between the mouth, the ball gag and her mouth lips till they couldn't be distinguised any more.
Then I went working to her tits, and did the same thing, only this time what was sealed was the ropes, chains and clamps in Felina's tits, I did it till all was covered with hot dripping wax.
And then I went straight to her pussy and anus, and I proceeded to do the same with her labia and orifices. no one could now distinguish any chains, ropes, clamps, ball gag or anything where I had poured hot wax... the ultimate restraint, I thought.
As I left Miss Felina grunting and groaning, but unable to move, I felt that my contribution to her show had been worthwhile, and I made up my mind to talk to her if she managed to escape, so that she knew who put the las restraints on her.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The man comes to Felina, holding the pot of hot wax that the stage assistants have given him. He practices a small hole into her hood, just in front of her mouth. By means of a funnel, he begins to poor the liquid wax onto her up-turned face. Felina screams and pleads and grunts as the hot liquid burns her lower face, enters her mouth and covers the whole area under a thick layer of wax.

The sealing of her breasts is even more painful as her sensitive skin is not used to such extreme temperature. The way is generously poured over her binds and clamps until nothing can be seen, causing the poor Felina to squirm helplessly inside the many layers of her bondage.

The burning of her crotch is still harder. She can't believe so much pain is possible. Never she has at the mercy of such sadistic persons. She regrets she has not set a rule against pain, but now it is too late. She has to suffer it all. How long will this continue? When will she be allowed to try and escape from her torturous restraints? Lost in her artificial night, she has no idea how much time has passed. To her agonizing mind, it seems like hours...

[gagged_Louise]

Watching in horror as Miss Felina is being scalded with hot wax at her feet, her hands, in her privates and even her face, Louise shivers and every grunt of the trapped performer is engraved in her mind. These people who are willing to pour the hot dripping matter in mouth and pussy and in various other spots, and then even let it harden in poor Felina's mouth, what are they made of? They seem utterly indifferent to whether the escape star might die at their hands. Don't they realize that some of the wax might drip or choke into Felina's nostrils, the one narrow place she can pull in air? Tugging helplessly at her wristropes, Louise begins to fear for her own life as well as Felina's. If they kill the performer they will surely not let her escape either! And some of the audience seem to have worked up such sadistic lusts that they might even kill them both by accident and toss their dead bodies in a garbage bin.

And that man had dared whisper to her that he might do the same to her. Slightly shaking her head behind the protruding cock gag, Louise can only hope that it wasn't a serious threat: the idea of having hot wax - or hot semen - running down her throat in any amount sets her mind tumbling with revulsion.

[chainedsissyfeet]

In the control room, the ironically named 'Director' (it was tattooed on his back; why needlessly deface a chair?) jumped as both his headset and chrome anal plug sparked to life with electricity. Their simultaneous activation meant one thing: 'creative input' from the show runner, watching with the suits from one of the studio's hospitality suites.

"You idiot, get a commercial on! There's a difference between a tension-raising dramatic pause and dead air, you know, and right now they're all just staring at each other! The Instatron is showing great ratings, but if we lose them I'll be flayed in the boardroom next month, and if that happens, YOU'LL be offered a short guest-starring role on 'The Carrion Channel!'"

The plug sparked again at a much higher setting as the headphones went silent. He'd tensed himself for it; the bastard ALWAYS did that.

Careful not to snag any unwanted faders or buttons with the cuff chain, he keyed the five-seconds tone in the host's monitor and queued up the spot for PeroxiBleach Concentrated Slave Wash. The way the chained-up blonde danced when the spray hit her at :17 into the spot used to make his chastity tight, but repeated viewings had dulled the effect.... "Commercials, who would I have to kill to get to make commercials," he thought.

As the sponsor logo filled the screen and the voiceover began the breathless litany of side-effects disclaimers to weasel out of property damage claims for blindness and the like, he gave the host another five-seconds warning, selected Camera 2-LIVE, and rolled the lead-in.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The hostess is pacing the stage from side to side, looking into the eyes of every spectator in tun.

"Who will be next? Who is going to add another restraining device to our lovely escape artist?" she was asking to the audience in various ways, teasing them, begging them, commanding them. But when, after five minutes, nobody had volunteered to come back on stage, she had to admit that the bondage part of the show was over. She looked at the tightly bound girl hanging from the ceiling and grinned. That should be enough anyway she thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now declare the bondage finished. We'll now let our heroin, our fantastic escape artist do her job: free herself! Behind me you can see a big timer. Miss Pan Teer will now have six hours to break free from ALL her restraints. If she fails to remove even one, her challenge will be considered a failure and she will stay with us for more hours of humiliation and pain for her, and excitement and fun for YOUUUUUU!"

"Have you understood, Miss Pan Teer?" she asked to Felina. The bound girl nodded weakly.

"Good!" the hostess continued. "Now, let's all count down to 0! Ready?"

The audience was crazy with anticipation and lust, and the answered with a rolling thunder of applauses and whistles. Then, cadenced by the count-down on the screen, they chanted together"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[gagged_Louise]

"I hope to God I won't be clearly visible on camera" Louise thought to herself, kneeling and silenced as before, "at least as little time as possible". It was only after half an hour on stage that it had struck her again that the show was being broadcast live. She almost smiled, being spotted on tv was the least of her problems with being here but it still felt like a very embarrassing thought. If any of her friends saw her on screen now, what would they ever think?

She looked over at the contorted, bound, almost circle-strung Miss Felina. Even more than when she had entered the stage, she wished she could help her, but right now there was not one thing she could do. They were both trapped, and Louise thought to herself "If we get out of this alive, I swear I shall try to send that host to jail for a long time."

[Aurelie.Catena]

All the eyes focused on the hanging girl, whose body could hardy be seen under all the layers of bondage that were packed around her contorted form. Her arms were secured by a tight rope cinching her elbows together, padlocked mittens whose padlock was in her mouth, a tight arm-binder that is secured to her corseted body by a rope, by several coils of a chain that is padlocked over her belly, whose key is tied against the back of her neck, by a second set or chain coils are tightened around her legs, torso and arms and whose opening key is dangling from her nose, and finally by a rope connecting her breasts, head, feet, hands and crotch in succession. She is hanging by her ankles, which are connected to a crotch rope, as well as to her braided hair, fixing her body in cruel circle with her feet almost touching her hooded head. Her feet are wrapped in a bag of leather. Her hood is locked by a padlock whose key is trapped between her tightly bound breasts. She is wearing a tight corset. Her breasts are pierced just behind their nipples and anchored to a heavy anchor chain laying on the floor. Finally, wax has been poured over her gagged mouth, over her breast and crotch restraints, and into her mittens, and is slowly cooling and solidifying.

As the timer begins to start counting down the first seconds of its six hours, nothing can be seen happening. Felina is hanging immobile from the ceiling. This is hardly surprising, given the number of restraints she is secured with, but most peoples in the audience are regular fan of Felina Pan Teer and were half-expecting to see all here bonds collapse in a matter of seconds. The best observers notice some of her muscles bulging or twitching, beads of sweat rolling down her breasts and dripping from their nipples, but that's all.

Five minutes pass without anything noticeable happens. Felina's fans begin to feel worried, while most other are beginning to feel bored. The hostess too is worried. Not because of Felina's lack of success so far, but because of the lack of action. She knows that a show without action becomes soon a show without audience. Smiling to the public and blinking at them, she comes to Felina.

"Any problem, Miss Pan Teer? Are you stuck? Do you want to call it a failure and stop here? Grunt once if you want to bail out, twice if you want to continue." She holds her microphone in front of the black hood covering Felina's head. Two grunts in quick succession echo through the room, transmitted by the loud-speaker.

The hostess cannot hide her discontent. What is this bitch believing? Can she really hope to break out of such a heap of knots and chains? Is she just trying to win time, to wait until every spectator has left the room and zapped to another channel, and concede her defeat only once she know it will go unnoticed? I can't let her ruin the show! I have to find something! the hostess thought. And then an idea rose to her mind.

"Hey folk! Don't you think we deserve a better show than that? Don't you think we should find a way to motivate Miss Pan Teer to work faster on her escape?" she asked the bored audience.

Her question woke up many of the spectators and they all cheered their approval. Comforted by their reaction, the hostess continued.

"I knew you would be with me. Listen to what I propose. Every 30 minutes, one of you will come on stage and will add a painful device to our escape artist. Notice that this cannot be a restraint. It cannot prevent her from doing her escape, except from the pain it causes. I'm sure this will motivate her to finish her escape in as few 30-minute periods she can!"

Her proposal was welcomed with cheers and whistles, and a twitch from Felina.

"The first period is beginning RIGHT NOW! Who is going to be our first pain-giver? Don't be afraid. We have a very large collection of torture implements back stage. Come with your ideas and will provide you with the right tools."

[js207]

Jenny smiled as the sexy hostess invited the audience to hurt poor Felina. A committed sadist, even her "restraints" had been intended more to inflict pain than to confine - now there was no need for pretence. She stalked on her high heeled boots, knowing that by now Felina would hear the steps and know it was her tormentrix returning for more, fear making the experience all the more intense.

At first glance, the device seemed innocuous: like a joystick with a big ball on top, the weight making the joystick tilt to one side. She quickly explained to the audience, however, that the base contained a series of piezo-electric crystals, the little devices which produce powerful, painful but harmless sparks for lighting gas stoves.

"I was worried poor Lou here might get bored with nothing to do for hours while Felina tries to escape - but we need someone to hold this heavy ball in position, so that should keep her ... entertained..."

With that, she placed the device in Louise's hands and clipped a series of wires to both girls' most sensitive areas. To "help the girl focus", she rolled a tight rubber hood into place, blocking out Louise's vision; just before the hood obscured it, the audience clearly heard a quick succession of sharp crackling noises. Her expression and the way both girls jumped in pain made it obvious what had happened, but after a few seconds of struggling in agony the chained blonde managed to get the ball back into the middle position and stop the shocks ... for now. How long would it be before she slipped again, though - and would her poor muscles manage to hold the ball up for the whole six hour ordeal, even with such intense agony as an incentive?