Not without a bargain.

“NO!” — Una cried, dropping the belt that she already raised to her thighs now. She stepped out of the hobble skirt again, threw it inside the wardrobe, leaned against the door again for some rest, closed her eyes and spoke mentally:

“You want everything right now, but you are short-sighted. Why not take a chance to explore this wonderful place more extensively, see what else it has? We don’t want to take one good outfit and die in it, knowing that we could find a better one if we tried?”

For a few seconds she could only hear her own unstable breath and rapidly beating heart. Silence was both around her and inside her mind.

“By cooperation we find the best solution.” — she whispered aloud.

“True. You got me there, you smart-ass bitch. Take something tight and sexy with some walking space left, I dare you.”

“I don’t know who you are, and we have different goals, but we can both take the most joy out of our rivalry.”

“Shut the fuck up already.”

Una paddled through the large rubber-smelling assortment of the wardrobe and found a perfectly polished shiny latex pencil skirt that would end just below her knees. The waist of the skirt had a thin leather belt divided in two at the end of the zipper seemingly without any buckles, but reinforced with something harder on the inside, as she realized upon feeling through it with her fingers.

The girl unzipped the zipper, sprayed the inside with the ever-present talcum powder, dropped the thing to the floor and stepped inside with her shoes. The pain from wearing them was still growing, but she was getting used to it accordingly. Una took the deepest breath she could take with the impossibly tight corset on, blindly grasped the belt with her fingers as the collar prevented her from looking down, then straightened her legs and stood up.

Even with the zipper opened up to her lower thighs, the skirt sat snug on her curves.

“It will hug your ass so tight when zipped up! You will be such a juicy fruit once packed and delivered!”

Una moaned quietly. Her fingers scratched against the smooth latex, trying to find the metal zip, and as she grabbed it firmly, she pulled it up with all her ****.

The wonderful material squeaked as it clung tightly to Una’s butt. But as the zip was rising higher, it became clear that the skirt will be loose at her tightly laced waist. The girl let go of the zipper when she zipped it up completely, joining two ends of the belt.

Una was puzzled: “What now?” Next second, she heard a loud pop. She looked back and watched the zipper fly down the passage as it detached from her skirt with ****. The girl immediately held the place it was before, but it was just solid latex with no sign of tearing. The belt was now a solid piece of metal-reinforced leather; with a squealing sound it started to contract swiftly until it was snug around her 18 inch waist.

“It would take more effort than that to pull it in any tighter” — Una thought, touching her rock solid waist. “If someone tries to chop it off with an axe, I think I’ll be fine.”

“You will be slain by a whiplash.”

Una felt that there was now a keyhole in the back of her belt. She realized that even if she finds the key to her corset, the skirt won’t allow her to get out.

“It is best for you. Look how much more complete you are with it on.”