Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[Aurelie.Catena]

The public immediately stopped its chatter when the spotlights brought the stage to life. Two females could be seen standing in middle of it. One was the host and the other was Felina Pan Teer, the Queen of Escape herself.

Felina was wearing her stage costume, which was composed of a black-leather bikini with shiny chrome studs and buckles in strategical places and 3-inch-high-heeled assorted sandals. Her long auburn hair was cascading to the middle of her back. She had a strong, athletic body. She had long, black-painted nails on her hands and feet. She was smiling to the public, apparently totally relaxed in spite of what she was about to try.

"Let me introduce Felina Pan Teer!" the host said, answered by a hurricane of applauding, cheering, whistling peoples of both sexes. "You all know what she has done in the past, how she has managed to escape from the strictest and most dangerous bondage setting ever seen in the World!".

Felina curtsied gracefully, cheered by her fans once more.

"Now, there has been rumours that her shows were fake, that the restraints were tricked. Felina is here to prove everybody that this is false, that she is really the best escape artist of all times. And YOU are going to help her make this proof steel-robust."

"In a few moment, I'll call for volunteers to come on stage in turn. One by one, they will add on her one piece of restraint of their choice. They can even bring one of their own. There will be no limit to the number of restraints. But if Miss Pan Teer manages to free herself from all of them, she will be rewarded by 1000 $ per piece."

"If she loses, that means if she can't break free, then this will be ample proof that she was a liar and a cheater. She has agreed that if that should happen, she will stay on stage for five more hours, to be submitted to whatever YOU will decide. Is that right, Miss Pan Teer?"

A wide smile crossed Felina's face and she answered in loud, confident voice: "That's right. I know I am the best. I know I'm not a cheater. I know I can break free from anything you can put on me. Thus I know I'll win! Do your worst! The more restraints, the better the proof and the richer I'll get!". She finished with merry laugh.

The crowd cheered and the host continued. "Now, that's what I call fair-play! But fair-play must be on your part too. There are a couple of rules you must respect."

"Rule #1: The restraints can only be made of rope, rubber, leather or chains."

"Rule #2: Over all, only five padlocks are allowed, and their keys must be available to Felina in one way or another. She must be able to reach them and touch them with any part of her body."

"Rule #3: Felina's life must not be put at risk and none of her bones can be broken or dislocated or any part of her body permanently maimed."

"Rule #4: Everything else is acceptable."

Then the host turned to Felina. "Are you ready Miss Pan Teer?" she asked.

"Yes, I am! I'm happy that you gave me the opportunity to prove my sincerity and I hope this demonstration will be the ultimate proof. Now, all of you, bring your most sadistic ideas and do your worst. I want this challenge to be the masterpiece of my career!"

The host now turned back to the public. "So, who wants to start? Remember, one restraint per person. You can come back with a new item only once at least one other person has placed another item. We'll stop when there is less than two persons willing to continue adding restraints on Miss Pan Teer. From that moment, our dear artist will have five hours to break free. And it will be done here, on this stage and broadcasted by the camera of the Bondage Channel!"
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OOC: Anybody can add a restraint, now. Respecting the 4 rules. Please be detailed about the restraints and their placement. If any crucial detail is missing, I'll make my own guess, usually in the way that will be easier to Felina's escape.

I have no preconception about the ending. Felina might or might not win. It will depend on whether I can imagine a way for her to escape. So, if you really want to see her humiliated on stage, your restraints should rather be good, because she is a real professional of escapology.

[darknessmonger]

can the chains or ropes be hanging from the walls or ceiling?

[mickhaddo]

There is an awkward silence for a few minutes, then I nervously climb onto the stage carrying a coil of hemp rope. I blush as I approach the great escape artist and ask her to turn so that her back is towards me. I uncoil the rope, which turns out to be about twenty feet in length. I double to the rope, find the middle point, keep this in one hand. I gently move Felina's arms behind her back, pressing her elbows together. Holding the loop in the middle of the rope I wind it around her arms, then feed it through the loop, pulling rope through until I can pull it tight and there are two strands of rope around Felina's arms just above her elbows. I am not surprised that her elbows touch easily, the flexibility of her body is legendary.

My hands are shaking a bit, but audience members are beginning to shout encouragement and I press on. I pull the first loop as tight as I can, it must be uncomfortable but she keeps smiling. I carefully wind the double rope around her arms half a dozen times, making sure there is no slack, before feeding the ends through the original mid point loop again and pulling tight. I seperate the two strands of rope and wind them in opposite directions between her elbows, tightening each time, then knot them together.

I feed both both strands of rope under one of Felina's armpits, across the back of her neck, then down under the other arm and back to the ropes cinching her elbows together. I wind the ropes between her elbows again a couple of times then take the ends up to the ropes behind her neck. I tuck one of the strands under the neck ropes and knot it to the other, using up the last few inches of rope by tying knot after knot.

I check that everything is tight, then bow to the audience and return to my seat, where I eagerly await the placing of the next restraint on Felina's body.

[gagged_Louise]

Looking at her sleek back clothed in a firm harness of rope, I realize Felina means business and wants to be tied tightly. She is observing the proud silence that belongs to artists and to a woman who knows how to bend with grace, so to make her resolve even stronger I step close and nod at her to open her mouth. With a smile she does so and a yellow rubber ball is pushed in, and then, I extract a black scarf, folding it double and pushing it over the ball which is already making her mouth bulge. The scarf gag pulled tight, I tie it off taut with a knot behind her head. We hear Felina giving off a delicious, kittenish mumble. Incapable of speech, when her bonds are complete she will fight her way out in silence.

Hauling out a 15' leather rope I bend a little behind her and tie it twice around her pretty waist, finishing with a tight knot placed in the rear but four inches above her wrists, which so far are not restrained - will leave that to someone coming next! - but kept in place by the heavy bondage on her arms. Instead of attending to her hands, I feel under her decorous briefs to assess the distance down to her soft spots.

"Nnnnghh!!" a moan drifts from Felina's silenced mouth as my fingers tease her a little. But you will not have pleasure now, girl. I add two solid knots on the right distances of the rope before it is pulled tight under her butt and into her pink folds: cunningly I let he knots scratch inexorably at her labia and her innermost bud which is sure to grow hard and wet as she is forced to struggle to avoid humiliation and defeat.

The rope pulled taut in front, she grunts softly. Had you expected this, lady? I pull the firm rope up to the coils girding her waist and run it three times around them, and then closing with a firm knot designed to withstand a lot of pulling just under those coils. About a third of the rope is left, and I gently order our escapologist "On your knees, Miss, but with your thighs half upright."

The obliging woman placs herself in position - if her arms were free and in front she might be playing with a rubber ball - and the rope is pulled between her thighs and to her ankles. They need to be lashed together, and the rope is pulled in a few coils around them and then around both, before the tail end is pulled to the middle of her nakd calves. I pull it around them twice and finish with a ribbon knot in front, as if she were a package. Kneeling as if in prayer but with her mouth silenced and her arms completely restrained, her gaze wanders around the audience, waiting fearlessly for the next giver. I bow slightly and return to my seat.

[fetishdj]

As I walk onto the stage, I consider the issue. How can you prevent someone from escaping? Its not a question of keys or position, both can be gotten out of. A way to make things very difficult for her is to remove the use of vital body parts, parts that can be used to manipulate a key or untie a knot.

With this in mind, I pull out a pair of leather mittens. Going to her back, where her arms have been tied, I slip these over her hands. I fasten the buckles that hold them in place and, finally, lock the two buckles together with the hasp of a single padlock. The key to the padlock I place on a piece of string which I tie around her neck and leave to dangle in her cleavage.

[mickhaddo]

I return to the stage, a bundle of soft leather draped over my arm. I unfold it and hold it up so that the audience, and the amazing Miss Pan Teer, can see the nature of the next restraint. It is a single-sleeve, an elegant concoction of leather, straps and laces.

I slip it over Felina's mitten encased hands, up her arms, over the coils of rope with which I have secured her elbows. I loop the straps at the top of the sleeve over her shoulders, crossing them over her chest, then feeding them back to the waiting buckles, doing them up loosely for now.

I set to work tightening the laces of the sleeve. I make sure that Felina's hands are properly down in the the tip of the sleeve, a bit difficult because of the bulk of the mitts, but now her hands are being crushed beneath two layers of leather. I tighten the first laces at her wrists, then work my way up her forearms until they are welded together. The laces continue over her elbows, half way to her shoulder blades, the coils of hemp rope are visible through the soft leather of the sleeve. I haul on the laces until opposing eyelets touch. I smile in satisfaction when Felina grunts through her gag with discomfort. She stares straight ahead as I work on her bondage. Her eyes are calm, but I notice that she is beginning to breath more quickly. Her hips twitch as she is teased and tormented by the cleverly placed leather rope.

I finish securing the laces, knotting the end together repeatedly. I tie the loose ends into a bundle and press them down between her arms.

Now there are the straps to do up. One is attached to the sleeve at wrist level. I encircle Felina's wrist and buckle it up. As I tighten it I make sure it goes beneath the level of the straps holding the mittens in place, hopefully making it very difficult indeed to get to them. Another strap encircles her arms above her elbows, once again I secure it as tightly as possible. Finally I adjust the straps that are looped over her shoulder, removing all slack and satisfying myself that the sleeve will not slip.

Another check of my handiwork, a bow to Miss Pan Teer and the audience, and I leave the stage, making way for the next fiendish volunteer.

[Aurelie.Catena]

More and more layers of bondage are added to Felina's body. The elbow ropes are digging into the strong muscles of her arms, pulling her shoulders backwards and forcing her to thrust her impressive, black-leather-clad breasts forwards. Cat calls are heard coming from the audience as the ropes are adjusted and tightened. This is a remarkable bondage piece of art. This man is obviously an expert. As he leaves the stage, blue veins are already swelling over her forearms and hands and she begins to feel the slight itching she is familiar with.

She smiles at the man and then to the public. She walk back and forth the stage. It seems there is still a bit of shyness and she tries to welcome them with her warm smile. It is so unreal. Her elbows are bound in the strictest way possible and yet she behaves totally naturally, as if there was nothing at all.

Then comes that stunning woman. Felina shivers as the big ball is pushed past her teeth and bound in place. She realises that now there is no way she can ask to stop this challenge. Not that she wants to... yet. The scarf gag is quite comfortable and mild, but it has a powerful psychological impact. She can't protest, she can't deny, she can't beg. She has to trust the host entirely for the rules to be respected.

Kneeling on the wooden stage, she feels the hard floor under her bare knees and shins. With her high-heeled sandals on, her feet are a little awkward and she does not know how to put her feet and toes. The pressure of the strategically placed knots is disturbing. But interiorly as well as exteriorly, she is smiling, because this rope panties are protecting her intimacy better than her thong was. She blinks at the woman.

With the first two restraints on, the ice seems broken and peoples are beginning to feel eager to try their bondage skills on the Queen of Escapes. A new man comes and soon Felina feels her hands balled into tight fists and encased into a thick layer of leather. The first padlock of the five that are allowed by the rules is indeed very smartly placed. It will prevent her from using both her fingers and her arms. She can already feel sweat building inside the leather pouch.

As she waits for the next challenger, she shifts her weight on her knees and try to find a more comfortable position for her twisted feet. Her breathing is still calm but a small bead of perspiration can be seen rolling down between her breasts, were the key to the mittens is hanging. It is no doubt caused by the intense heat generated by the powerful spotlights. She is making strange gurgling sounds at regular intervals as she tries to keep her saliva inside her mouth, a task rendered difficult by the ball and the scarf, which is rapidly getting soaked with it.

As the first man comes back on stage, Felina feels she is on for another layer of expert bondage. And she is proved wrong. The arm-binder is of the best make and expertly placed and laced. It removes the last hair of freedom her arms had and makes her precious hands and fingers even farther from freedom. Her shoulders are pulled even harder by the long sleeve and she can now feel real strain on her muscles and joints. Her breasts seem to separate, looking each in a different direction. Her strong nipples are poking against the thin leather layer of her bikini top. She tries to move her arms but find it difficult even to flex them.

Nevertheless, she is still smiling, although more beads of perspiration are now rivuleting down her taut and athletic body. Again, she shifts her weight, lifting one knee and then the next, twisting her ankles in another position. Maybe she should have come bare foot, but this would not have been proper.

In spite of all her efforts, saliva has begun to drool from her stretched lower lip and a thread is dribbling down her chin. She tries to rub her chin against her right shoulder but find that it is strained too far backwards. She has to accept it.

Blinded by the spotlight, she tries to peer behind them at the audience, to see if anyone is coming to add to the challenge.

[Aurelie.Catena]

can the chains or ropes be hanging from the walls or ceiling?

I believe this falls into the scope of rule #4: "Rule #4: Everything else is acceptable."

As Felina is unable to speak now, you may ask your fellows spectators to see if they agree with that interpretation of the rules.

[darknessmonger]

Another man comes into stage, he was hesitant, because the restraint that he hold in his hand is a very simple one, but it has the benefit of preventing the bondage queen from seeing anything and forced to act blindly
it is a leather hood, with only a small orifice for at the nose level, it end with a chain with a padlock that fist thigly around the neck.

The man moves the gag a little and puts the key of the padlock inside Felina's mouth, replacing the gag afterwards. Then puts the hood over her head, with some effort because it seems very small for her head, but finally the chain is placed around her neck,and the padlock locked under her chin.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As the man shows her the little key and begins to push under her ball gag, Aurélie understands immediately what he has in mind and she tries to protest. Unfortunately, she can only utter incoherent grunts and groans. She is rolling her eyes and frowning her eyebrows. She alternates between glaring at the man and looking at the host and the audience with begging eyes.

But the man is proceeding rapidly and soon Felina's head in entirely enveloped in the tight leather hood. She hears the click of the padlock that seals her fate. She is now lost into sweaty darkness, totally isolated from her surroundings, forced to breathe through two tiny holes under her nostrils. She shakes her head frantically, grunting powerlessly and chewing on the ball inside her mouth.

By experience, she knows that once her sight is blocked, many peoples feel emboldened as they know Felina will never be able to recognize who placed this particularly evil restraint.

[Aurelie.Catena]

At this moment the host takes her mic again and addresses the public.

"Ladies and gentlemen. It seems that Miss Pan Teer disagrees with the way this key was placed. Let me remind you rule #2:

Over all, only five padlocks are allowed, and their keys must be available to Felina in one way or another. She must be able to reach them and touch them with any part of her body.

So there is a little bit of interpretation here: This key is not really available to her as it is inside the tool that it is supposed to unlock, but it does touch her skin."

At these words, Felina is grunting and nodding emphatically. The host continues.

"As our lovely cannot explain us the letter of the law, we'll proceed to a vote. I have here a duplicate of the key to her hood. Shall I make it available to Felina (and then how?), or shall we leave her in the current situation?"

"We have some time to discuss that. Please just call an assistant for a mic and express your opinion, while our next challengers add more restraints to Felina. I'll count the pros and cons and will decide what to do later."

"So far, Miss Pan Teer is doing well. She has already collected... let me count... Elbow rope, gag, crotch rope, knee rope, mittens, monoglove and hood... That's seven restraints. Yes, she has already earned 700 $! Well, that is if she manages to free herself, of course. But I have no doubt of her talent."

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OOC: Pray tell what you think of placing the hood key inside her mouth. And vote, and propose another place for the key if you disagree.

[mickhaddo]

I take a microphone from an assistant and stand up. "Would it be possible to swap the key in Ms Felina's mouth with the one for the mittens? I know this would mean temporarily removing her last restraint, but the gentleman who applied it can make sure that it is re-applied to his satisfaction. It seems to me a shame not to use such an ingenious key placement and make it a proper part of the escape."

[Aurelie.Catena]

"I have no objection against this very good idea. This would solve this little problem quite ingenuously." the host says.

"Unless there is an opposition in the audience?"

[gagged_Louise]

I believe this falls into the scope of rule #4: "Rule #4: Everything else is acceptable."

As Felina is unable to speak now, you may ask your fellows spectators to see if they agree with that interpretation of the rules.

I'm all for letting the brave lady be suspended by ropes or chains in whatever way some spectator would see fit - except by her neck or her breasts of course - though I won't do that part myself. If needed, we'll pull out a thick trampolene mat under her.

This scene is looking very promising indeed.

[gagged_Louise]

The idea to swap the keys sounds escellent too, and it's intriguing to ponder how Aurélie is going to stretch her skills to be able to get hold of either one of them.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host says, "It seems we have a consensus for swapping the keys. To put the one to her hood to a string around her neck, and the one to her mittens inside her mouth. Is there any opposition? If not, I'll proceed myself to the swap. By the way, nothing in her rules prevents us from removing temporarily previous restraints in order to add new ones, as long as we put them back in place. To my sense, this all fit into rule #4."

Felina is shaking her head but nobody is paying attention.

"So, so, so... Who's our next binder? Don't be shy. She can't see you by now!" the host says, laughing evilly.

[darknessmonger]

The man that placed the hood returns to the stage, he's not very happy with the switching of keys, but decides not to push the point.

He takes a long rope, and ties to one of her ankles
The rope is passed over a pulley right over the middle of the stage.
He ties the other end of the rope to the other ankle. Then gently makes Miss Pan Teer lie down on her back.

Very slowly he raises the pulley until her body leaves the ground, hanging upside down, her ankles held bent by the previous restraint.

He doesn't raise her very high, just a metre separates her head from the floor, but of course with no vision and impaired hearing she can't know that for sure.

[mickhaddo]

For the third time I climb up on to the stage. I approach the escape artist's suspended body, which is rotating slowly in the spot lights. The great strain being placed on her athletic body is very evident. So far I have used rope and leather to restrain the lovely Ms Pan Teer, now I have something made from rubber. I hold it up to show the audience, it is a long, heavy corset.

Applying the corset to Felina while she is upside down is a bit awkward, audience members giggle as I fumble for a while, then the host kindly helps me by steadying the escape artist. I work the heavy boned sheath around Felina's body, still possible since her heavily restrained arms have not yet been bound to her torso.

Once again I have to take my time with lacing. The garment encases Felina from the top of her hips to above her breasts. I pull each lace tight with all my strength, starting at the bottom (now uppermost) and working my way down to the top. First her shapely waist is greatly compressed, then her rib cage, then finally her breasts are constrained. I hear her grunt and gasp through the hood. She is being deprived of flexibility in her body and also of her ability to breath deeply. Perhaps the corset is adding to the sensation of suffocation begun by the hood, perhaps she is beginning to fight panic.

Before I tighten the corset over Felina's breasts I make sure the key for the hood is tucked down between them (I turn bright red, more giggles from the audience). Finally I knot the corset laces after one last hard tug on them, tucking the long ends back down to waist level, which I encircle with them a couple of times before tying the ends together behind her back.

As I back away from Felina I consider the ordeal she is presently in, the great pressure on her limbs, the pain, the lack of air. I whisper something to the host. He steps forward, asks Ms Pan Teer in a loud voice. "Do you still wish to continue with the challenge." Felina nods vigorously without hesitation, to cheers and applause from the audience. I take my seat again, awaiting with excitement the next development.

[gagged_Louise]

Smiling as I watch the overpowered Miss Pan Teer hauled up into this graceful, but nerve-racking position. She is now truly the prisoner of her audience, and only the Host, whom she cannät plead with, will be able to guard her life and well-being. And it's not yet quite complete...Gasps and hisses are heard aroud the theatre, along with bursts of talking and even brash laughter.

There's a lump rising in my throat, and a tingle down between my thighs as I watch the beautiful corset getting laced on her. My eyes wander to her strong muscles, her thighs straining with her effort to keep in balance and avoid overheating, her now covered, pulled in chest heaving in a steady rhythm and to the jet black corset gleaming, shadows rippling over it from her hanging body itself. I know her face must be turning red already under that cruel hood, but I have no intention of helping her. This is what she's accepted: she proves her worth by letting herself be bound and gagged and attempting to free herself under the rules. A secret wish runs through me to be in the same situation, but no, I have no training for it and this is her show. I gasp again as she swings on the pullley, and she is tugging uselessly with her encased arms.

The man sitting beside me hands me a strand of rope and whispers "That was some nice work you did before - you want to do a little more to that hung-up slut?" He grins ironically. Even though I don't consider you a slut, I get the joke and smile back. Stepping down in the aisle and walking onto the stage again, I smile at the Host and move up to the suspended Miss Felina. I touch the heaving corset and stroke it, then make a playful little slap against the taut leather over her stomach, waiting to hear her muffled gasp. Does she guess that it's me again?

She can't see anything, can't know. She has willed herself to be our doll for now, and then she will try to break out. I place the dark rope against her corset, feeling my way down again to below her ribcage. Circling it around her swathed chest twice and under the straps binding her elbows and forearms but not interlacing it to them. I pull taut, but taking care not to impair her breathing in any way. A firm knot is added in front and the remaining strand of rope is pulled up over her left shoulder, to the rear and tied off to the ropes under her sweating left armpit.

Watching her hanging there, both admiration and a sense of power sweep through me. On impulse, I lean down and pull at your hair, tugging suddenly. Miss Pan Teer's head bobs and a sharp grunt of pain is heard from under the dark hood. From the audience, whistles and cheers. If the other woman wasn't standing here, this would be close to ritual sacrifice. Feling a bit wet under my panties, I return to my seat, watching you, a bound woman swinging and heaving on the pulley.

[js207]

All eyes turned to the couple on the end of a row near the front as they stood. The tall, elegant brunette clad in shiny navy blue latex from the neck down, offset by a black corset, was clearly in charge; though her male companion towered over her despite her high heels, even those who could not see the leash she held which disappeared beneath his skirt could see how he deferred to her.

The pair mounted the stage, the male struggling with the weight of the device he carried, although his owner made no allowances for his burden, jerking the leash firmly any time it drew taut without even a backwards glance to see the pained expression it caused.

Though the Host appeared dubious at first, the cruel device did comply with all the rules: several heavy links of chain clearly intended to hold a ship's anchor, with long thinner chains ending in three open links with viciously sharp tips.

Felina moans softly beneath the hood as the brunette reached beneath her bikini top and freed her nipples, massaging and softly pinching the delicate nubs of flesh before wiping them with sterile alcohol. As her fate sank in, Felina whimpered, but could do nothing to prevent one link being squeezed firmly closed through the sensitive flesh. The Host had reluctantly conceded that since the holes would heal up when - or if - Felina managed to get the links off, this didn't break rule #3. The audience certainly didn't seem to have any qualms, although perhaps they didn't have Felina's best interests at heart.

The muffled wail of pain was starting to fade as her tormentor held up the third and final ring to the audience. With her slave starting to buckle under the weight, she quickly forced the third link through poor Felina's captive flesh, eliciting the most pained yelp yet.

Finally, she allowed her suffering pet to lower his burden to the floor between Felina's knees. The chains were too short for the heavy links to rest on the floor with Felina upright, and the links were probably too heavy for Felina to lift with her hands, let alone with fresh piercings, so she was forced to lean forward precariously as far as the tight corset allowed.

Despite having no locks or buckles, this was surely the cruellest restraint yet: while the beautiful blonde Scandinavian sadist had forced her to her knees, this weight forced her into an uncomfortable position which surely even her finely toned muscles would struggle to maintain for more than a few minutes. Leaning back was impossible, and the slightest move would tug painfully on her new nipple rings. Until that moment, the blonde's strategically placed knot could have been arousingly distracting as any movement from her arms brushed at the sensitive tissue between her legs; now the knot rested against the third ring, any movement there could still be distracting, but far from pleasurable now.

With a parting tug on the rope between Felina's legs, the statuesque Domme took a bow and strode off stage, towing her slave behind her with a cruel and unnecessary jerk of his leash.

[Aurelie.Catena]

With her sight blocked and her hearing impaired, Felina now feels very helpless. Her hood is unzipped just enough to reveal her gagged mouth. A finger forces its way under her gag, scooping the key placed there. Another key was put there instead, the one to her mittens, while the hood collar key was hung from a string around her neck. Then the hood was tightened as strictly as before, crushing her nose and cheeks against her skull bones. She feels relieved as at least there is no more logical impossibility in her bondage, even though her situation is hardly better than before.

She then feel more rope bound her around her already tied up ankles. She wonders what this means until she feels pushed on her back. Then the pressure on her ankles increases and they are pulled upwards. Her lower legs are pulled up until they are stopped by the foot-to-crotch ropes, at which point she feels her butt leave the floor. They are going to hang her by her feet! She squirms helplessly but there is little she can do at this point. Her butt is lifter higher and higher, until her shoulders too leave the floor, and then her hooded head. She begins to swing and spin in the air, losing all sense of orientation. From the yanks she feels in her ankles she knows she is pulled higher, but how much higher? She has no idea. As she spin in mid-air, curled, her weight pulling on the crotch rope and making it to dig deeper into her crotch, her blinded head twist helplessly around, as if she could see through the thick leather of the hood.

A moment later, she starts as she feels a new touch on her sweating body. Something is placed around her waist. It feels like a corset. And indeed, it begins to crush her torso from hips to chest in its embrace. She feels the tiny key pressed between her breasts and her nipples and areolae bulging out of holes cut into the front of the corset. At least she now knows that she is not very high in the air as there is a lot of shuffling around her body as the laces are tightened, inch by inch. Progressively, her waist girt is reduced, her proud and firm breasts are flattened against her ribs and her breathing gets difficult. She now has to breathe in short, shallow gasps. She is fighting the anguish it is causing to her already sensory deprived mind. She contorts her arms and wiggles her toes helplessly as the corset is tightened even further.

She is left alone to adjust to her new air-poor state for a few instants and then feels again someone close-by. Something is now pressing her securely bound arms against her back. She can no longer contort them. And then she feels pain in her scalp. Someone has yanked at her long mane, which is flowing down out of a hole at the top of her hood. This is unfair! She grunts in protest, hoping that the host is going to tell something against this unfair aggression. But the host is too much focused on providing the best show to her paying public to tell anything against such minor infringement of Felina's integrity.

Felina was not expecting so much fierceness in her public. Obviously they are not of the kind she is accustomed to. Maybe she should have gathered more information about this show, before signing the contract. Now, it is too late. She is breathing with the utmost difficulty, can hardly move at all and hear the blood pooling in her inverted head, pushing and throbbing in her temples. It feels as if only the hood were preventing her face to burst out from too much internal pressure. But trussed as she is now, she trusts that there is little that can be added to her bondage. She knows that her public will soon get out of inspiration and it will be time for her to prove her skills.

She is interrupted in the middle of these thoughts by a sudden violent pain in her left areola. She screams into her ball-gag, producing little more than a weak moan to the listeners. The pain is spreading through her flattened breast to her whole chest. What's this? It feels as if her areola had been pierced. She hears the host explaining something and she tries to focus her buzzing hearing on her words.

"Yes, dear public," she hears the host say. "I do not believe this breaking rule #3. Let me remind it to you: 'Felina's life must not be put at risk and none of her bones can be broken or dislocated or any part of her body permanently maimed.' I don't see piercing as maiming her. That's just jewelry and I'm sure Ms Pan Teer would agree with me if she could speak up."

Felina tries to grunt in protestation but to no avail. A moment later, another sharp pain pierces her right areola and she arches her body as much as her restraints allow it. She clenches her teeth on the ball, feeling the tiny key pressing against her tongue. Her nipples are throbbing from the agony. A moment later she feels a hand pulling on the ropes pressing against her crotch. And then the same pain flashes again, through her outer labia. Felina cannot believe it. She shakes her head frantically, hoping that someone will understand she disagrees. But everybody seems to misunderstand her, or to ignore her.

Just as she believes more pain is impossible, she feels the three fresh piercing yanked down. Her nipples are pulled out of the corset holes, along with part of her areolae and breasts, bulging grotesquely under the black rubber. Similarly, her outer nether lips are squeezed between the two crotch ropes and stretched down. The horrible pull continues until there is a clank as the heavy anchor chain reaches the floor, leaving her stretched between the ropes strangling her ankles and the chain pulling on her most delicate parts.

Unknown to her, the host has lowered her body enough for the chain to rest some of its link on the floor. Otherwise, her nipples and labia would have been thorn from her body, which would have caused a clear break of the rule #3.

[Aurelie.Catena]

The host is rubbing her hands and smiling openly. So far there has been an uninterrupted flow of public members willing to add their penny to Felina's plight. Looking at the escapologist's contorted body, she licks her lips. This is definitely one of the best shows of her career.

"So, who's next? I'm sure you can find some more evil restraint to add to her. Between you and me, I have always found her a little too arrogant and self-assured. Let's teach her a lesson in humility..."

[mickhaddo]

I return to apply restraint to Ms Pan Teer for the fourth and final time. I am carrying a cloth bag, which from the way I lug it up on to the stage obviously contains something heavy. I drop it with a thud next to suspended escape artist, her body twitches and her hooded head twists towards the sound. Even this slight movement is enough to make the chains attached to her piercings tighten and I hear a groan escape the hood. I take a few moments to admire the beauty of her fiendishly constrained form before adding to her predicament.

The content of the bag is almost inevitable: chain. I draw out six feet of gleaming steel links, let them crash down onto the stage. I repeat the process until a full sixty feet of half-inch long links are heaped beneath Felina's hooded head.

I take one end of the chain and loop it tightly around Felina's narrow, corset-compressed waist, padlocking it closed with the lock resting on her stomach. I am aware that the slightest movement now causes Felina pain, so I am working very slowly and carefully, ignoring any calls from the audience to hurry up. I ask the host to help steady the escape artist's body.

I feed the whole length of the chain between her legs and through the large D ring at the tip of her single sleeve, then back forwards between her legs again. After all the slack has been taken up her bound arms are pulled down against her back and she has a double crotch-chain, which I secure by opening then re-locking the stomach padlock. I have arranged the crotch chains so they cross just before the one attached to her piercing, then cross again just afterwards, so that any movement of her arms will make things very uncomfortable.

Now I begin to work with the remaining length of the chain. I pass a loop of it around her body and her single-sleeve encased arms, tucking the end of the chain through the lacing of the sleeve on the way round. I pull the loop tight then repeat the process, each time threading the chain end through the lacing, crushing the escape artist's arms to her body as I work my way down from her waist to her shoulders. By the time I have finished I will have added many pounds to the weight of her bonds, her suspension ropes will inevitably tighten an dig into her even more.

The final couple of loops are above her cruelly stretched breasts, I make sure they are underneath the chains attached to her nipple piercings, so the torment of those attachments will not be lessened. After passing the end of the chain under the top of the sleeve lacings I pass it over (that is under) one of her shoulders and back up to her stomach so that it passes between her breasts. On the way I thread the end over and under the dozen coils of tight chain for extra security. I open the stomach padlock, attach the end of the chain and close it again. I've judged it well, there are only eight inches of links remaining spare.

I take the key of the padlock and move behind Miss Pan Teer. I hook the bundle of sleeve lacings out from between her arms find one of the ends find one of the ends. I thread the padlock key onto the lace then tuck the key underneath the strand of hemp rope running across the back of her neck, so she can feel it pressing into her flesh. I tie the end of the lace back into the bundle, which I tuck back down between her arms again.

As I perform this final task I listen to the escape artist's breathing. It is steady. Once again I am astonished by her self control in the face of such a hideous predicament.

I inspect the coils of chain for slack, am satisfied when I find none. I signal to the host that Felina's body no longer needs to be steadied and take my place back in the audience. My heart is beating fast. I stare with perfect fascination at the seemingly helpless form of Miss Felica Pan Teer, anxiously awaiting the start of her attempts to free herself. But before that can happen she is still at the mercy of anyone else in the audience...

[darknessmonger]

The man with a preference for devious placement of the keys decides to go again on the stage, there is still a part of her body with some movement posible and he will correct that.

A short chain joins her knees together, it goes around three turns, each one tighter than the other and ending with a padlock at teh back of her knees.

as for teh placement of the padlock key, he decided a real humilation is needed by the once confident escape artist and places the key inside a small plastic capsule wich is then covered in lubricant, the audience starts to go wild and the unsuspecting hanging body can listen to the catcalls.

He shows that the capsule can be easily opened and shouldnt be seen as an extra impediment for getting the key, but it was for the womans protection.

He pusshes chains panties and crotch rope to the side, shoving the capsule inside her anus. After her body stops contorting he puts everything back in place, the panties, the rope and the pair of chains.

He doubs the proud beauty on stage ill eb able to free herself, but will be amusing to see her try.

[Aurelie.Catena]

Felina is stretched as taut as a guitar string between her ankles, her nipples and her crotch. The corset constricting her chest is forcing her to work hard for each of her breaths and the least movement reminds her painfully how she is anchored to the floor. She cannot believe what is happening. As most artists, she used to think that her public is loving her, that the defamation campaign she has suffered was caused by the jealousy of some competitors, or the hunger for scoops of a certain kind of journalists. But the severity of her predicament is forcing her to realise that she must have enemies among the public.

As she is rummaging upon these dark thoughts, she hears a new person arrive. She feels chains wrapped tightly all around her hanging body, adding kilogram after kilogram to her weight. Each touch causes her to twitch and yank on her fresh piercing, eliciting muffled yelps from her gagged mouth. She can't imagine the length of the chain that is wrapped countless times around her, with devilish care. Each new coil is adding to her weight and makes the ropes circling her ankles and crotch, which are supporting her whole body, sink deeper into her flesh and bones. Blue veins are swelling on her purple feet, bulging between the straps of her high-heeled black sandals.

Just as she thinks things cannot get harder, a new spectator comes on stage and begins to wrap chain around her knees. Apart from the renewed tug on her nipples and labia piercings, this new bondage is not too evil, except when she realises where the key is going to be hidden. When she had devised the rule of the five "reachable" keys, she had not imagined how twisted and evil the imagination of her public would be. In her situation, there is nothing she can do to escape or even protest against this new humiliation and she has to feel the plastic egg forced into her rectum, where the several layers of clothing, rope and chains finish to seal it.

She is now realising that her plight might continue for much longer. When will this evil bondage come to an end? Will her public ever feel mercy for her?

[Aurelie.Catena]

The evil-grinning host congratulates the creativity of the man and, pacing the deck on her high-heeled boots, she calls the public for new performers.

"Ah, look at Ms Pan Teer ! This is going to be her chef-d'oeuvre ! But this still looks too easy for her. We have all seen her escaping from much stricter bondage. If she is to be washed from the suspicion of cheating, we must ensure this challenge is the strictest of all she has ever lived. We have all heard "chain-man" tell it was his last passage. I hope not! So I'm warmly inviting all of you to come and add your contribution to Miss Pan Teer's masterful demonstration, or at least to encourage Mr Chain-Man to come again. Remember the rule she devised herself: the bondage is to stop only when there are less than two persons willing to restrain her. I can't believe we have already reached this point?"

"Please, think about it a little. Do you think Miss Pan Teer will do this type of challenge again, once her honour will have been washed? Do you really think you will get another chance to touch her naked and helpless body? to wrap ropes around her limbs? I don't think so. This is probably a unique chance in your entire life! Don't let it pass. You'll regret it for years!"

"Moreover, think of what will happen next. Either Miss Pant Teer is the real genius of escapology she pretends to be, and then this thriffle bondage will be no problem to her and her glory will explode to the eyes of all the unbelievers, or she has cheated us, and then she deserves her current predicament and the humiliation that will come after if she stay stuck. By coming on stage and adding your restraint, you will either make her glory more brilliant, or her punishment more gruesome. I cannot see ONE reason why you should not come on stage!"

"So come, come here, brings your devices! I can see that many of you are still hesitating. Don't! You, there? Or you? Please line up! There will be enough for every one, but don't be late and don't wait too much!"

From within her cocoon of hemp and chain, Felina is listening at this speech. Focused on her breathing and trying to stay calm, she is no longer able to protest, even with her body language. What a bitch! she tells to herself

[fetishdj]

He steps up onto the stage again with another device, this one not bondage at all but hopefully just as restricting. He turns to show the audience - a bullet vibrator. He walks up slowly to where the victim hangs upside down, trussed up tightly and unable to move very much at all. Turning on the vibe, he presses it to her hooded ear, letting her here the buzzing through the thick leather and allowing her to wonder about it.

Then he reaches up and gently pulls aside the front of her panties, an operation made difficult by the chains wrapped around her legs, and inserts it into her vagina. A wire from the bullet protrudes from her to a battery pack and remote control and this he secures to the chains around her knees. He turns it up to full.

As he steps off the stage he knows that his device won't impede her in any physical manner - no restriction on movement that is not already in place. However, escapology requires quickness and clarity of thought. As the vibe does its work on her vagina and clitoris, there will be distractions enough to keep her mind off thoughts of escape.

[Aurelie.Catena]

As the man is about to place his vibe into Felina, the host walks up to him and stop his hand.

"I regret. I cannot accept this. Only true, physical restraints are acceptable. But you are welcome to stay and add a real restraint."

She then turns to the public, blinking at them "By the way, we don't want her to feel pleasure unduly, if she is really a cheater, do we?"

[gagged_Louise]

The audience by now was getting happily agitated and waves of talking, whistling and clapping rose and fell. Some were trying to place bets on how long Miss Pan Teer would be able to struggle before she would give in and have to accept defeat and hours of further sluttish humiliation - or whether the host would simply have to break off the show to save the star's life. In her seat.Louise is becoming more than a bit uneased. When the tall woman stepped on to the stage the first time, a while ago, and coiled her rope into the performer's crotch and down to her feet, she was feeling wickedly playful, and wondering how the woman would handle the constant teasing and moistening of her privates. But since then, layer after layer of chains and strangely hidden padlocks have been pushed on top of the rope, chain and corset bondage that held Miss Felina, and the improbable addition of yards of heavy ship chain attached to the lady's breasts and privates made Louise's stomach announce itself a little. Come on, she is thinking. How can the girl struggle if she is having her tits pulled out and a crucial key hidden deep in her rectum?

She's both feeling pity for the performer, fear and an imprudent anger over how some of the others seem to be bending the rules and making sure there may not be much of an effort to escape, after all.

The padlock key in the butt seems to be the last straw. Louise gets up, knowing that her handbag has a pair of rubber gloves (not normally there, but she's had to use them for fixing a detail on her car).. Her black skirt billowing, she walks down the aisle and on to the stage; no other spectators up there right now. First, she looks at Miss Pan Teer who is hanging, contorted and visibly sweating - she can feel the fine odour of sweat and even, she thinks, a dry whiff of blood. She turns to the Host and smiles - "Excuse me, I am fascinated by escape feats too, but you know I do think the placing - nay, the hiding of that last key was stretching the rules a bit. It's one thing having a key in her mouth under the gag, but if it's hidden in a tiny capsule inside her butt, it's not really accessible. Not really!
She's talking to the Host, but some in the audience have noticed her, though they barely hear her words. "What's that bitch trying to engineer when she forgot to bring any more bondage gear?" a man cries in a drunk voice.

"And?" the host says, white teeth shining.
"The more she struggles, the more the key is likely to be pushed inside and up past her ring muscle" Louise explains. "It's not really accessible for her as it is I think, even if she'd get her hands free to move first. And its, uh, demeaning too!"

"Miss Pan Teer always wishes to please her audience, and surprise them." the flashy host replies with a slight tone of gleeful impatience. "and isn't that why you came to watch her?"
"I came to watch her try to escape. This is barely by the rules. How can she ever reach that last key in..." - she coughs slightly - "you know, if it's pushed deep in and her arms, hands, crotch and limbs are completely pinned with chains?"
"Are you going to let us go oin with the show, Miss..."
"Louise" the tall woman replies without really thinking.
Suddenly she feels her arms being grabbed from behind and the next moment, a hairy hand clamps down over her mouth. She realizes it must be somebody from the audience - no half-decent show management would drag her off stage this violently.

The show host, raising her voice a bit: "I am sure Miss Pan Teer will be able to take some more bondage before we will all see what she is made of. We don't need any prissy spectators rescuing her." Still blatantly speaking loud and and making sure the audience notices, the elegant host turns towards a muscular attendant who has been standing behind a pillar offstage during the past hour. "Jeff, will you silence Miss Louise here for a while? Restrain her as well and make sure she gets an excellent view of what is going to happen here, with our lovely audience getting value for money!"

What kind of value for money are we talking about, Louise thinks and with a sudden sting, as she grunts into the harsh hand silencing her, she suspects she might be directly involved. The big-boned guard is moving closer and she hears some people from the audience hooting at her. Beads of cold sweat break under the armpits of her black velvet blouse - she left her jacket at her seat - and the spectator who is holding her doesn't lose the chance to grope a bit at her left breast.

The host smiles at the laughing audience, then adds a bit less loudly, but still crisp and penetrating, "Oh, and remove that skirt and blouse. Too hot for her.- you need to cool down, Miss Louise"

[Aurelie.Catena]

In a matter of seconds, Louise's clothes are ripped from her, down to her bra and panties. Then a long and thick steel penis gag is shoved into her mouth and its strap is padlocked behind her head. A heavy steel collar is locked around her neck, connected to a long chain that is quickly fixed to a ring set in the stage floor.

The host examines her from toe to hair and finally says, "Well, well, well. We usually punish those who disturb the show with expulsion... but in your case, I am ready to make an exception, as you have already contributed twice to it. I am willing to show mercy and offer you a deal: you can stay with us, here on stage, in whatever outfit, or lack of it, we decide you to wear, and you will assist the spectators in putting new restraints on our escape star. Or you can refuse it, and they we'll just lock you into a cage and dump you in the basement of this theatre, only to free you once the show is over. Moreover, if you accept to assist us, you'll show your good will by adding a new restraint on Miss Pan Teer."

The host eyes get icy cold as she stare at the kneeling, chained, gagged Louise. "So, what's your choice? If you agree to assist us, kiss my foot once. If you prefer to be dumped in a cage, don't kiss my foot. If you accept, my guard will lead you to our collection of restraints where you will pick one and place it on Miss Pan Teer. So, what's your choice?"

The host pushes her right high-heel-booted foot forward in easy reach of Louise.