On the bench, in her line of sight.

Una approached the ladder. Its steps were so narrow that only the platform part of her shoe could fit, and it was way too steep for her skirt to allow getting up casually.

She tried to roll the rubber up her legs, but the stubborn material just kept flapping back painfully and keeping her knees together. Pulling up the handrail with her hands only also wasn’t an option, their muscles were already aching from earlier efforts. The girl sat on the first step to think it a little bit. She looked down onto her tortured breasts, her forcibly shaped hourglass figure, and the bottomless pool of blackness, which her legs were encased in down to her knees. Finally, the heels, which started it all.

Una raised them onto her level, one in front of the other. They barely fit the ladder step together with her shiny ass that was creaking intensely from the pressure created by the bending legs. Then she grabbed the handrail and stood up carefully, so that the snapping won’t send her back down head first.

Repeat.

That was how she was going to get up there. Just three more steps. No rush.

Two more now. There we go.

One more. Don’t look down.

“Look how long and flexible your legs are. Such a shame you decided to release them from their sweet, sweet encasement...”

“Do you think it’s sexy to break your neck? Whatever you are, you could be using my brain for something else than seeking orgasms, you stupid bitch!”

“Your anger is sexy.”

“If you love to make the most out of my feelings, how do you feel about this?” Una looked down. The ladder looked to be going down almost vertically. Thin steel steps left behind seemed so insecure. The primal fear of **** seemed to shut the second voice in her head up.

The girl grabbed the handrail stronger than ever, made the last effort and saw the technical floor before her. Many giant pipes were going along the walls, iron pathway also went by so they could be accessed by tech personnel. In theory, of course.

Una went forward carefully. The floor there was steel and lattice-like, so she used all of her remaining concentration to keep her heels away from the holes. Opening the closest locker which was decorated in black and yellow as an electricity distribution unit, she saw some keys and felt the clicking stop completely as soon as she took two of them randomly.

Without any more dramatic pauses, the girl put the first key inside the skirt’s keyhole on its belt. The heavy latex piece fell to the floor with a mysterious musical sound, which Una remembered from somewhere. However, there were important things to do now, and she paid no attention to it.

The girl used the handrail to sit down and place her now unrestrained butt over the skirt. All of that to be more comfortable when working with the shoes’ keyholes. Una turned the key inside the right shoe’s ankle strap, hearing sweet mechanic clicks inside, unbuckled it, then slowly transitioned the key towards the left one and repeated the procedure.

Now was the time to finally get free from the very first devious device she willingly imprisoned herself in. Una pulled both of her agonizing feet out of the heels at the same time and pushed the gorgeous velvet-padded prison cells as far as she could. Then she massaged her feet, feeling the divine relief. But it was not a complete one. She still needed to free her unrealistically gorgeous frame from the devilish corset, which was a smartly laid trap that fooled both of her internal voices.

Una stood up and gasped as the sharp pain of stretching her Achilles tendons kicked in. She had to lean onto the handrails to keep her balance.

“Fucking shit. Will have to tiptoe around for a short while. A few hours of wearing these monsters can’t hurt me for life, right?”