Once the pain had subsided a little, Felina arched herself backward once again. Using her toes, she turned the key so that it was pointing in the right direction, between the first and second toe of her right foot. She began to fumble around her neck with her left foot, until she found the padlock. She took hold of it with her left toes and began to try and push the key into the tiny keyhole. It was a very difficult task, and mostly a question of luck. She kept trying and trying and trying again. Not only she had to make the key meet the hole, but they had to be perfectly aligned. She was trying her best to work methodically, visualising in her mind eye the respective positions of the padlock and the key. The effort was both strenuous and nervously exhausting. Her back began to ache as she kept trying.

And suddenly, she heard Louis grunt and almost immediately, electricity coursed her body again. Sparks dancing in front of her eyes, she clenched her teeth on her ball gag and began to tremble uncontrollably. She was trying to keep her feet curled tight, holding the precious key. But to her despair she could feel the key slowly sliding from her sweaty toes. Oh! Louisa! Do something please! she thought. But alas, Louisa was getting tired too. The key fell from Felina's grasp and bounced on the floor with an ominous tingle.

Felina cursed and just at this moment, the electricity ceased flowing. Crying with frustration and anger, she began to explore the area behind her head with her chained feet. She did not find it. It had probably bounced somewhere out of the limited reach of her feet. She would have to explore a larger area. To do it, she began to crawl on her side, twisting and untwisting her supple body, feeling the tight chains digging and sawing into her skin. She was focusing her attention on the narrow band of skin that was touching the floor, trying to disentangle the sensations she received. She had to detect the colder contact of the metal key among the touches of the wooden, splintered floor and her own chains, which had been warmed at her contact. She was slowly rotating backward, grunting and sweating from the exertion and the pain burning her breasts, crotch and fingers.

At last, she felt something against her hip. It was the key! Contorting her body, she managed to grab it with her fingers. Now the problem was to get it back to her feet. With a grunt, she rolled back on her belly squeezing once more her throbbing breasts under her. As she landed on her belly, she felt something against the side of her hooded head. She pressed a little stronger and heard a grunt just above her and then a desperate yelp, and then she was once more lost in squirms and throbs of pain as electric current exploded in her nipples and labia. Unknowingly, her struggles had brought her right against the kneeling Louisa.

Once the current stopped, she was left panting and exhausted. But she had managed to keep the key tightly clutched in her fist. Resting on her belly, her swollen breasts forming a cushion under her chest, she concentrated, visualising her body, calculating. Then she snapped her fingers, propelling the key up her back. It landed at the base of her neck, where she knew she could grab it with her toes. A moment later, she was finally holding the key between her toes and was ready to continue unlocking her padlock. However, her fingers had spread the evil gel on the key, and her toes too were now contaminated. Even if the dose was much smaller, it was still irritating enough to be uncomfortable.

She rolled on her side, bringing relief to her crushed breasts, arched her spine backward and started again her exploration of the padlock. She had to start from zero. As she worked hard, she began to be aware of a change in the air she was breathing. It was no longer only smelling of the dirty leather hood and of her own perspiration. Now there was also a stranger sweat and a definite odour of feminine juices. It was Louisa's, whose crotch was but a few centimetres above her head.

Nevertheless, Felina continued her operation and this time she got lucky. She felt the key slide into place in the keyhole. She turned a quarter turn and, click! the padlock sprung open. Feverishly, she grabbed the padlock with her toes and threw it away. Then she began to squirm on the floor, feeling the chain slowly sliding, loosening, unwrapping its countless coils from her body. She was twisting and squirming and pushing or pulling the chain with her fingers and toes. The restraints was slowly uncoiling itself and allowing her more freedom. Her legs in particular got much freer as her ankles had been restrained by this chain only. Her knees were still held tight by another knee chain - whose key was waiting in her rectum, and her arms were still tightly pressed against her back by another chain, which was padlocked on her belly.