While the public burst into bawdy laughter, Felina felt the shame overcoming her, mixed with frustration and despair. She did not even know whether she had ever felt the precious key egg inside her. She was now terrified at the idea of producing another of these horrible sounds. She wished the microphones would not be so close.

Sobbing, she pulled on her legs and abs, lifting her torso, curling her body. She reached with her hands, one coming from the front, between her slender, muscular thighs, the other from behind. She pushed her fingers between her buttocks and then a finger into her anus. She felt so bad. A cameraman was zooming right on the spot, projecting the shameful scene on the giant screen. Timidly, she pushed her finger deeper in her rectum and there, she could feel it. Warm and tight, oily and slippery. She did not dare to go deeper, fearing she would just shove it back into her depth. She had to find another solution.

She pulled her finger out and curled her body some more. She hooked her fingers under the chain coiled around her knees and used that handle to lifter her torso higher. Until she was able to grab the spreader bar with her right hand. She was now doubled over, with her torso more or less straight once more. Gravity was on her side, now. Keeping her right fist clenched around the bar, she brought her left hand in a cup under her butt and began to push again. Now this was easier. She felt the egg coming down slowly, and suddenly it popped into her waiting hand.

With a sigh of relief, she let go off the bar and slowly uncurled her body into a head-down hanging position. She was coveting the oily, slippery plastic egg in her cupped hands. She had to be careful now. If she ever dropped this treasure, she would be stuck in mid-air. Carefully, she opened the egg and recovered the key. Forcing her hand to remain calm, she reached for the last padlock of her challenge. She pushed the key in and turned.

There was a victorious click, the padlock snapped open, the chain slipped down loudly on the floor. A wide, exhausted smile over her sweaty face, she lifted her arms downward, both hands forming the V of victory to the face of the World. She had done it. She had won! She had proved her skills. Her success was welcomed with a roar of congratulating yells and catcalls and trampling feet as she was gently swinging in mid-air.

The hostess' voice spoke above the noise, calm and cold.

"Congratulation, Miss Pan Teer! You have done it, and with most... grace!" she grinned evilly, glancing at Felina's butt. "But now, nothing says that we must free you from these... handicap restraints... before the six hours are elapsed. So, your choice is simple. Either you remain like that for the last..." she checked the timer, "oh my god, you have been so quick! You did it in a little less than three hours! That means you'll have to stay like that for another three hours, or you can try to free yourself right now."

"But before you do, I must call for the next kind member of our audience to add another creative device to our fantastic winner! As she has already won her challenge, I would tend to say there is no more limit to what you can do. Just restrain yourself to one device per person. We'll continue to add one every 30 minutes, unless our dear Miss Pan Teer manages to break totally free at some point. Just be fair with the keys, as usual. Keep it logically possible."

Her comments were welcomed with a loud cheer. They had all paid quite a big amount of money to attend the show, and some felt somewhat cheated on with the show finishing in half the advertised time. The hostess' idea would ensure they would get plenty for their money.

"So, who wants to come on stage now?" the hostess asked again, a wide, evil grin across her sadistic face.