Jen notices some strings hanging from the ceiling.

There were rings hanging on thick ropes from the ceiling here nad there. They were not that noticeable, but Jen knew they could help her out right now.

Sweating hard, she grabbed a strong-looking white leather belt with more rings attached to it. It was somehow a lot smaller than Jen's impossibly tiny waist, but applying it to it made it shoot more material outside and shut locked in front of her, securing her current waist size.

As she teetered to the closest hanging rope as quickly as she could, she heard her heels echo three times intensely than before, and the squeaks of her latex skirt that hindered her movements were better pronounced than usual somehow. The sensation from the hurried walk helped her maintain sexual tension — the only important thing right now.

Her whole body was pulsing physically as she approached the hanging ring. It was a bit higher than Jen's waist, however, but there was no time for carrying a bench over there. She bent in her knees, jumped upwards and tried to grab the rope.

The girl did not catch it, but it was unnecessary anyways, because she did not fall back to the floor. Her belt managed to connect to the hanging ring on its own, and the gravitational impact made her gasp as the pressure on her waist became even stronger by a tiny bit and, more importantly, it was finally enough.

Jen hung limp as the waves of pleasure finally broke through and started to wreck everything else in her brain. The White Mall was hearing the sensual screams in all of their sincerity. They were not fated to last too long though. There was too little air for this kind of activity, and Jen lost her consciousness, being the happiest girl in the universe.

***

The girl woke up feeling tight, so tight... so good. She looked down to see that her white high-heeled feet were a few inches too far from the ground, which meant she could not go down.

"Why would someone who can fly dream of grounding?"

Jen touched her impossibly squeezed latex waist and her pressured boobs. No way out of here. The corset is locked. The belt is locked. The skirt is locked. The heels are locked. The dildo is locked. And she was in the air. She was flying. She was a white angel in her heaven. And her pussy was beginning to get steaming hot again.

She grabbed the rope to get a horizontal position. To maintain it, however, she had to find the center of gravity. Instinctively, she gathered her legs and raised them upwards with ****, managing to grab the cold heels with her hands.

Perfect balance. It took seconds before Jen had to let go of her shoes due to another powerful climax. And once again, her air supply was barely enough just to get to the first second of the pleasure fading before blacking out again.

***

The rope started retracting into the ceiling, and the ceiling itself opened a bit, revealing blackness above its blinding whiteness.

Dim blue light was lighting up a large sphere. A place in it top part was the place where the rope originated from. The **** Jen was lifted there, and then the sphere closed seamlessly.

"This is her new place for her new cycle of life. Turn on. Fly. Climax. Turn off. It's going to be a lot of energy for my Mall."

ENDING #31