<strong>Louise</strong>'s limbs, feet and hands strained as the women were hauled up. She had expected no mercy from Felina and had gotten none, but at least they had managed to take Felina's advantageous shoes off her. If Audrey had not been so observant Felina might have outrun her rival. Applause and clap were heard out in the hall as the circular rail was lifted, pulling the women upwards. Louise made low grunts of effort as her sweaty, taut skin went off the ground with low, smacking noises . As they rose she could sometimes glimpse Felina's face with the ugly nose hooks and the rope blindfold. A scent of hot, grimy sweat exuded from the redhead's hanging body, and Louise knew instantly that she was giving off something like it herself.<br/><br/>The other hung close to her, but Louise concentrated on her own predicaments. The bondage she had to break through herself was powerful, but the real top priority was to release herself from the suspension and be able to climb down to the floor. That meant feet and legs were top of the list. The intricate ropework that dug into her arms, wrists and breasts could not be attacked with full power until she had come down. But on the other hand, falling from this position without having done something to liberate her hands and arms would risk smashing her spine. It was scarce solace that Felina would face a similar problem.<br/><br/>Her eyes faced directly up towards the ceiling, the ropes holding her weight and the fixtures of the chain above the hook, while her mouth and nose were all but covered by her own feet. Louise groaned and methodically pulled in air at the only spot she could: her nose.<br/><br/>One of her assets in this gruelling position was that her breathing was, after all, easier than Felina’s. She was not hanging with a rope digging into her midriff, and she had avoided the grisly nasal hooks and turned that one at her adversary. Getting her breathing more steady, she began to consider the bondage holding her legs and feet.<br/><br/>Even if the toe twine ran very tightly, with this much thin string and many small knots on the same length of string there was going to be some slack to exploit. Already when she was being tied Louise had been discreetly pulling the top of each foot, just behind her toes, quickly apart at times, then letting it back. This had made some of the coils slightly wider than they should have been. But alas, she knew that the grainy plastic-fibre quality of the rope made it hard to really break out of - especially now, with her hands bound up on the other side of her body.<br/><br/>With raspy, low growls coming through her nose – what other sound could she make with the relentless rope gag stuffing the front of her mouth? – she began rocking her body to and fro. The idea was both to test the strength of the bindings on her legs and feet, to keep up her blood circulation and to perhaps disturb Felina, whose grim position she wished to exploit, and perhaps throw off balance. With her body hanging like a wide saucer by a number of rope coils around her calves, she had a decent position to push her frame into motion. Her thighs and knees had some freedom to thrust forward and she began pushing, a little like a swimmer doing the backstroke, transmitting the movement to her feet. Her body began moving in a bowl-like gradient, slowly wider and wider.<br/><br/>With Felina’s body suspended higher up than her own (since the other was hanging vertically) and the two so close to each other) Louise didn’t really get to see what her opponent was doing. She could hear her groans and heavy breathing, and guessed that Felina would try to attack the rope on her wrists first. Her own body pressed into a flattened, unnatural position, Louise swung round and tried to feel out how much room she could work up for her arms. It was not encouraging: the rope forced her hands and arms into a strict frame that forced them rigidly up and into her back. I have to get down to really break free, she thought..<br/><br/>To get rid of the rope gag, she would have to take an unusual route and attack it from the inside, and at least this was something she had prepared herself for. Before arriving on stage, she had snuck a small pouch with a folded, thin knife in her right cheek and secured it to a pair of very tiny rings piercing into the cheek’s interior wall. Moving her tongue to the side, she deftly got it close to one of the rings. Her tongue had a small pierced inset on the side, and she forced it against the ring, soon making the pouch swing free. Now it hung only by the other ring and through a small, open slit in the side, she could disengage the knife, which had a small, rough, magnesium block at the handle. Guiding it with her tongue, she managed to press it against the lower wall of her teeth and fix the magnetized block against the small steel piercing in the tongue.<br/><br/>The knife had two blades, one about four cm long that was now exposed, one a bit longer but which was now bent double, its blade bent back towards the shaft of the tool. Making sure she had the short, exposed blade wedged against her front teeth and the bottom fixed to her tongue, Louise began pushing it against the ropework of the gag, while still maintaining the swinging movement of her body and making thrusts with her legs. Pressure and a sense of dislocation were not slow to build in her nose and eyes; she felt as if her head and foor movements were spatially in the wrong direction, but practice had shown her what she needed to do and she jammed the little knife again and again towards the coils of rope in her mouth, then slanting it along the direction of the ropes, then back again. The knife sat steadily fixed to the side of her oral muscle, the trouble was to aim it: for that she had to wedge it in various ways on her teeth. Though she was unable to produce any sound, she now sensed she was on track.<br/><br/>The thick and ultra tight gag made sure the rope stayed in position: no slack at all as long as she had not managed to rip several coils of it – but that would work for her of course, now that she had nothing on the outside allowing her to hold a single strand of rope in place.<br/><br/>The ropes on her calves tugging and grinding, she could feel the pressure and increasing tension she was creating. Indeed the circular rail was beginning to gyrate a bit as both women heaved and pulled, but in different directions. Louise grunted as she forced her thighs closer up and tilted herself, letting her see how a few of the suspension ropes briefly showed some slack – not on her calves, but in the part of the ropes going up to the rail. Suddenly, one of her knees bumped into Felina’s back. It was just so unexpected, but hearing Felina make a low grunt of pain stimulated her to try again. Heave-HO! she thought, pushing herself through the pendulum motion with sweat and effort – and soon she bumped into Felina once more.<br/><br/>She smiled behind the gag, continuing to grind at it with the sharp knife, buit taking care to cover her mouth with her feet to avoid any accidental exposure; she knew the camera team would be looking for close-ups. . Ah, yes – now it was beginning to give a little in the middle, right before her front teeth.<br/><br/>With  renewed energy, Louise set about wriggling with her toes to see if she could begin loosening the twine coils a bit. She would not let her supporters down.<br/>