Kirstey stood legs shaking as she watched Danielle's body writhe in mid air. Slowly her movements became less and less as the noose tightened round her neck and she swung limply just two foot off the ground. The light glinted over her latex coated curves and picked out the buckles and catches of the bondage that held her tight. Kirstey's own body ached with the crushing tightness of everything wrapped around her. She felt overwhelmed by the complexity of it all. From the catsuit covering her skin to the corset squeezing her waist tight. Her shoulders ached where the arm binder pulled and locked her arms firmly behind her back. She had worn it for months before today and knew how impossible it was to get out of without help. That help had secured her legs, slipped and noose around her neck and silenced her with a huge red ball gag. She wasn't getting out of this, not now not ever. She glanced over to Sue who was the first to hang and moaned as she felt her own noose begin to be pulled upwards. In a moment she knew the pedestal upon which her unsteady heeled feet stood would sink into the floor and she would finally hang. Helpless and bound forever.