Felina struggles with all her might as she is forced in this new device but in her tired and half-restrained condition she is no match to the hostess and the spectators. Soon she is locked into the double shrew fiddle. She roars in her thick and long penis gag while flexing all her muscles, as if she could break the sturdy metal restraints.

And then she remembers the key that is located on top of the fiddle, between the four wrist holes. Too much struggling and it will fall on the floor, out of reach. The most infuriating is that the padlocks with their keys are placed on the side opposite to her hands. There is now way she can reach them. Had they been on her side of the fiddle, her long and flexible fingers might have manipulated them. She now wonders whether Louise will be able to do that alone. Also, Louise's legs are free and she might try to use her toes to manipulate the keys, but she is probably neither supple enough to bring her foot above the fiddle, and not skilled enough to use her toes as fingers.

There is only one hope: she must try and squeeze her wrists out of the holding holes. They are standard holes, designed to hold standard female wrists. By chance, Felina is no standard female. The steel rim of the holes are touching her skin but there is a slight amount of freedom. Maybe she could use it to free one arm. She knows that her left wrist is slightly thinner than her right one. She will try freeing this one.

She starts by rolling her left hand into a tube shape, pressing the base of her thumb against the base of her pinky. This reduces the section of her hand to almost the one of her wrist. She has often slid her hand out of handcuffs in that way. The difficulty here will be that she cannot allow herself to yank on the fiddle. She will have to proceed very smoothly and gently. She pulls on her left arm until the base of her hand touches the rim of the wrist hole, then she begins to "screw" it upwards, very slowly, squeezing her flesh through the steel embrace. The abundant sweat that is coating her skin is acting as a lubricant.

She sees Louise contorting her own hands so as to grab the free key on top of the fiddle. This one is not going to fall now, and those that are in the padlock will have a lower risk of falling. Felina begins to twist and pull harder on her left hand, feeling the metal scraping against her tender skin. The process gets increasingly difficult as the rim gets closer to her first knuckles. Those are particularly painful to squeeze through as this rolls her metacarpi even tighter. But with a moan of pain, she finally manage to pull them past the hole. From there, it becomes much easier and soon her left hand is free.

Felina fumbles around the pins as she cannot see the padlocks. But she finds the first one easily and manages to turn the key, snapping it open. She removes the padlock and pushes the pin down until it falls on the floor. Immediately, her side of the fiddle opens, freeing her hands and her neck. She then quickly free Louise's part and recover the key to her collar.

Felina's trembling hands fumble behind her neck until she finds the key hole. Pushing the key in, she unlock the collar and frees her body from the long bar. With a deep sigh, she begins to curl up. She is exhausted by now, and her head is puffy and buzzing with all the blood that has pooled down in her face. Usually, her abs would allow her to curl up to her feet without any external help, but now they just don't want to obey her. She has to use her hands to grab her own legs and use them as supports to pull herself up.

At last, her hands reached the spreader bar between her ankles. She grabbed it and pulled herself even higher, until she could pass her left arm above it and hold it under her arm pit. She was now level with her feet and would be able to free her ankles from the chain wrapped around them and holding her hanging from the ceiling.

Alas! Felina's time was up once again, as she was so close to ultimate freedom. The hostess grabbed her by her long, sweat soaked hair once more and yanked her down, smiling at Felina's muffled scream of despair and frustration.