Louise had not been sure how well she'd be able to move when she was hauled up in this difficult position. Her calves were straining, but she knew she could keep going for hours over the time of any contest if she just kept up circulation in her limbs. The swim-like movements of her legs and feet were making it easier, and bumping into Felina was a nice surprise. Gyrating back and forth, she pushed herself on again, aiming to really trouble the other woman.<br/><br/>Counting on that Felina would have much trouble getting down, Louise kept working at the rope gag, sawing into the ropes, soon gnawing out a larger hole that let her gulp in air. Shaking her head, she manged to force many of the strands of rope from swinging into her mouth. Soon, she thought, Felina would feel her breathing crippled by the tightening rope digging into her waist and the growing sneeziness in her nose - she could already her the sniveling. "She tied me tightly but I might get the upper hand, right here" she thought.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, she rubbed her toes up and down. The space she had acquired around her fingers while getting tied up was small, but moving her toes closer to the half-broken gag she could sense how to rub the twine loops at each other, making their fibre slightly looser and more shrubby. Scuffling with her toes, she wanted to see if she could tear some of the rigour out of the ropes. Here and there she could sense the slack, and worked on it - but sometimes it just moved off. With great effort, Louise pushed her head up and got her mouth immediately close to her feet. She flipped out the slightly longer blade of the knife mounted from her tongue and teeth. Could she get it to saw up the slipknot around her big toes? You wish. She made one attempt after another but didn't get the angle right. Grunting, she decided to go for the next pair of toes, and here she reached a much better attack angle. Using the slack she had worked up in the twine, she pulled the toes apart, then together and slid the blade against the cord; after half a minute, it was unraveling. She made a defiant tug with both toes and the twine ripped up in there, letting her move on to the middle pair of toes while she shook her head, both to wreak off more of the foul-tasting gag and to hide the knife from view. She was going to undo the force of that rope, and do it as fast as she could.<br/><br/>If I could get somewhere with the ropes on my arms I might get further towards coming down, she thought, tugging at the harsh coils binding her arms and hands on her back. They were pressing into her arms, and shereckoned they would be making a series of lateral grooves all along the forearms. Breathing in deep and working at it, she pulled ferociously but soon recognized that she was not getting her arms one inch up from her back; it was as if they had been pinned with welded tubes and chains.<br/><br/>She had not been in touch with Felina's body for a minute or two now, fighting hard for her own ends. She had almost forgotten what direction the other woman was in when she suddenly heard a low whoop, a sudden rustle from the audience and the entire rig began shaking. Disbelieving, Louise saw Felina dropping down to the floor and making a decently controlled landing on her butt. Louise could soon hear that Felina was sneezing heavily, so the blindfold trick had worked, but more importantly her adversary was now down there. Louise grit her teeth and redoubled her own efforts.<br/>