At last, Louisa managed to get the joystick device back in control. Felina's jerks subsided and she felt again able to continue her escape. However, the burning sensation caused by the gel was so painful that she tried to alleviate it somehow. Rubbing her bulbous breasts against the stage floor only succeeded in driving splinters into her skin. She tried to rub the evil substance out of her butt crack with her hands but this was to realised that the gel was really sticky. It was like marmalade; the more she rubbed it, the more it spread, without washing off its effect. She only succeeded in covering her fingers with it and soon her hands were in fire as well. The pain was particularly difficult under her nails, wherein the gel had managed to infiltrate itself. Cursing, she resigned herself to continue her escape in spite of this burning sensation.

She decided to free herself from the long chain that was wrapped around her arms, her torso and her legs. Its padlock was resting behind her neck and was, in her current state, the easiest to reach. The problem was that its key was dangling from her nose. It was worth trying though and once this chain would be out of her way, she would regain some more mobility.

She curled her body backward, arching her spine to the limits of the human possibilities. Being kind of a contortionist, it meant that she could go very far. She had even been seen turning the pages of a journal in front of her, with her legs passing over her shoulders. Now, with her legs tightly bound together, it was not possible to go that far, but by turning her head as far as possible to the left, she could bring her face in reach of her toes. Her body arched backward more and more as she was laying on her side, her swollen, throbbing breasts thrust forward in the process.

Her toes began to touch the front of her hood, exploring it. Being blind was not helping. She reached her nose and felt the key hooked to her septum. She grabbed it between two toes, which she had trained for long hours to be almost as deft and strong as fingers, and gently pulled on it. She screamed in agony as the clamp did not want to let it go. Tears came to her eyes under the hood and she cursed the man who had done that to her. Bracing herself against the pain to come, she tugged again, a little stronger. But once more the clamp did not budge and agony coursed up her nose, propagating to her whole face.

She was sweating profusely and she was working hard to prevent her limbs from trembling. The muscles in her back were beginning to tire. She had to get some rest before trying again. She uncurled her body and stretched her muscles for a few seconds before re-assuming her former position. Again, she found and grabbed the key with her toes. This time, she tried to get a firmer grip on them as her toes were covered in sweat and were getting slippery. Mentally, she counted up to three and suddenly, explosively, she distended her body, yanking hard on the key, as a child trying to uproot a dangling tooth. Her scream, even muffled by the gag and hood, could distinctly be heard from the far rows of the public. Her nose was throbbing with agony and she was squirming like a worm on the stage, cursing and howling. But her toes were holding the precious prize: the key to her first padlock!