Find shelter within her line of sight.

The inner shelves of the locker made it physically impossible for Jen to fit inside, and she did not feel like she had time to figure out if it was possible to remove or fold them. But if one of the wardrobes also had this thermal isolation, it would be the easiest way to get some needed warmth.

A tall redwood piece of furniture was standing just ten yards away, and Jen stood up to move towards it. Goosebumps rolled across her body, and her sexual arousal was almost completely extinguished. Her ballet boots seemed impossible to walk in again, but the girl had **** but to try as there was nothing she could do to take them off.

Her knees betrayed her on her second step. The surfing suit softened the impact greatly. As soon as Jen felt the big chills, she jumped to her feet. However, the suit happily absorbed the floor's temperature and kept freezing her even after she got away from the source.

"No! NOOO!" — the girl yelled as she fell again. She forcefully tugged at the surfsuit's neck, but it never felt any close to ripping apart and never got stretchy enough to escape through. Just like the boots, the suit was locked on her. — "FUCKING HELL, IT'S COLD!"

After a couple more unfortunate falls, Jen stood on all fours and just crawled towards the wardrobe. It was very unpleasant to her fingers, but the suit was no longer in contact with the floor. She let out a slight sigh of relief when she touched the red wood, but then she realized that the doors were on the other side.

Finally, Jen rose to her feet again with her hands on the door handles. She was shivering all over and could only think of one thing: getting warm. She stepped inside and closed the doors behind her immediately, immersing herself into darkness.

"It's warmer than outside... My fingers feel it, but... It's not enough for this stupid suit to warm up at all!"

Jen knocked one of the doors open and looked at the wardrobe's content. It was filled top to bottom with different bondage clothes and equipment. One particular dress caught the entirety of her attention soon. It had long sleeves and a long skirt plus it was thick and dry, and that was all that mattered to her right now.

Moments later, the garment was thrown high up to land onto Jen's frame. She had no time to straighten out the folds of heavy genuine leather that fell all the way down to her ankles, as she wrestled her arms into the sleeves as quickly as she could to cover the ice-cold sleeves of the clingy surfsuit.

The metaphorical bell rang when the girl's hands met behind her back without exiting the dress.

"Oh, what am I doing? Don't I already know that everything's a trap?!"

Jen tried to wiggle her arms out of the single narrow sleeve, but that could not be achieved as momentarily as she wanted. In the meanwhile, the laces at the back of the dress sprung into motion, tightening themselves. Within seconds, the dress was already pulled too close to the girl to get out, but the realization came upon her only when she felt the embedded corset starting to shape her waist gently.

"NO! Please, let me go!" — she cried in vain. Her arms were trapped behind her back in a sleeve. Even if the girl had the key to either the boots or the dress in front of her, she would not be able to use it to free herself. Another round of pointless struggle upset her fragile balance and **** her to take a step back. However, it was interrupted by the long skirt.

Jen kept weeping as she slid down against a side of the wardrobe, unable to keep the standing position. When her leather-clad ass touched the wooden floor, a metal shackle wrapped itself around her thighs, adding itself to the list of restraints.

It was not the main concern of the moment, though. The impact Jen made with her descent caused the wardrobe door to start closing.

"Stop! I don't wanna stay here anymore!"

She tried to move towards the light, but it was no easy task. Her struggle resulted in her ending up lying face down as the wardrobe door closed with a calm click.

"Getting out won't do you any good, sweetheart. There's just a sea of burning cold to crawl over."

"You're right. I'm screwed. Might as well take a rest before thinking of what to do next."

"As you wish. If you ask me, nothing needs to be done. You're dressed warmly now, and the suit is already reasonably cool instead of painful."

***

When the girl dozed off, the floor of the wardrobe moved downwards. Some mechanism did its best to not wake her up before she was transported to a place below the Mall.

***

Jen slept as well as someone unable to stretch her arms and relax her feet could sleep. She felt nourished despite not remembering eating anything since arriving. Just like her consciousness, her despair was also back. Opening her eyes revealed that she was still wearing the leather hobble dress, steel thigh shackles and ballet boots. The surfing suit was still wet on her, and the dildo was still trapped under the layers in her vagina.

But there was a change in her whereabouts. She was placed into a glass cage that was hung in a hall that was even bigger than the first one. Jen could see other poor girls imprisoned both withing glass and in their clothes. Most were dormant, some still struggled, while some were full-on masturbating. She could not hear any external sounds from where she was though.

"I suppose... What else to do here? I'll try, but... How do I do it without my hands."

The girl's hesitant wiggling did not do too much to turn her on, but instead revealed a twist to her predicament that was lying under one of her ballet boots. Her eyes witnessed a single shiny golden key with an actual note attached.

"DRESS"

She moved it around with her boot slowly, but the excitement of the discovery soon was replaced by another powerful emotion.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK! YOU! HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH ME AFTER ALL OF THIS!?" — with fruitless banging against the glass walls, the girl joined the minority that was also still on the 'denial' stage.

"That should entertain her for a while."

ENDING #44