Slinging a powerful length of climber rope around Felina's waist,<strong>Audrey</strong>and a stagehand (who had also served as a guard, controlling that neither of the women were making any effort to begin struggling before they had been hauled into position) made sure it would run tightly along the woman's front and back. They heard her breathing quickly; Audrey knew the nose hooks and the way Felina was forced to pull back her head, due to the tight bondage on her knees and calves and her unnaturally bent-over position, would make her breathing strained. But it was to become better. Before she had begun fixing the rope, Audrey had activated the remote in her pocket, guiding the timer of the lemon juice bags to rip small holes in them in fifteen minutes; she knew that by then - a few minutes into the competition - Felina would have the unpleasant surprise of stinging, sour juices slowly dripping into her eyes and maybe even into her nostrils.<br/><br/>They added a powerful slipknot, with double windings like a classic hangman's knot, but with double hatch coils at the bottom so that it would not squeeze unlimitedly into Felina's back. The main tie-off knot sat further up, about twenty cm off her back. They then waited for Marion to finish off her nice piece of ropework. After a couple of minutes, the two women were securely trussed up. Audrey could hear both of them making low moans and see their bound hands clenched behind their backs.<br/><br/>Audrey reached down and fleetingly touched the back of Felina's head, stroking her lovely hair and the side of her well-formed head. Right now she was very impressed by both of these ladies. Then, at a sign from Jack, she and the stage hand lifted Felina's body, as heavy and muscled as an anaconda, and moved it closer to the ring. They attached the suspension rope firmly to it, making sure the rigging would stand up to hours of struggling if needed.<br/><br/>Louise was being similarly secured. And then, with a drumroll and a gesture from Jack, the hall fell silent.