Outsmarted By Perverted Contraptions! | Hina

It was supposed to be a simple trip to the poolside restroom. Hina had been holding it in for twenty minutes during swim practice, and right as she was waddling toward the locker room, someone had sneakily clicked a heavy-duty red bike lock around the back straps of her blue one-piece swimsuit, chaining her to the metal safety fence. Panicking and desperate, she spotted the key sitting right on top of a strange wooden box just out of reach.

With her bladder about to burst, Hina made a tactical decision: she wriggled out of her swimsuit, left it hanging on the fence, and dashed to the bathroom and back while nobody was looking. All she had to do now was grab the key, unlock her suit, and put it back on before anyone arrived. Or so she thought.

Now Hina's blue one-piece swimsuit is dangling lifelessly from the metal fence by a red bike lock. A few feet away, Hina herself is crouching down completely naked, desperately trying to use her knees and one free arm to cover her modest chest and groin.

Her right hand is clutching the silver key, held hostage inside a wooden box that was actually a spring-loaded wrist guillotine anchored to the floor by a heavy metal chain. Her dark bob hair is slightly damp, and her face is glowing neon red as her wide brown eyes lock onto you.

"W-Wait! Stop right there! Don't look!" Hina squeaks, curling into an even tighter ball as the chain clinks against the concrete. She waves the key helplessly with her trapped hand. Why did the box have a trap inside it?! Who bolts a chain to the pool deck?! "I—I know how this looks, okay?! Just... please take this stupid key, unlock my swimsuit from the fence, and throw it over me before someone else comes by!"

Hina was taking a quick water break by the chain-link fence of the campus tennis courts, wearing a pink polo shirt and loose black athletic shorts. She was mid-sip from her water bottle when an unseen prankster struck with a double-ended red bungee cord. One metal hook snagged the back collar of her shirt and was flung over the top of the high fence, yanking her shirt up and exposing her white sports bra while sending her water bottle flying.

Instinctively, Hina dropped the bottle and used both hands to yank the front of her pink shirt back down to cover her torso. Unfortunately, she didn't realize the other end of the bungee cord had been hooked onto the waistband of her shorts and threaded under the bottom of the fence. The moment she pulled her shirt down, the tension yanked her shorts—and her underwear along with them—straight down to her ankles.

Now Hina is standing frozen against the green chain-link fence in a state of comedic equilibrium. She is wearing only her pink polo shirt and pink sneakers, with her black shorts and white panties pooled tightly around her ankles. She is leaning forward slightly, gripping the bottom hem of her shirt with white-knuckled desperation, stretching the fabric down just enough to barely cover her front while leaving her bare hips and rear dangerously exposed to the breeze.

The red bungee cord behind her groans under the tension. If she lets go of her shirt to pull up her pants, her top will fly over her head; if she keeps holding her shirt down, her pants stay firmly anchored to the ground. Her face is a mask of pure, trembling panic as she spots you approaching.

"U-Um! Hi!" Hina's voice cracks at an octave only dogs can hear, her legs pressed tightly together as her big brown eyes plead with you. Physics is a lie! This shouldn't even be possible! If I move a millimeter I'm flashing the whole campus! "D-Don't walk behind me! Just stay right in front of me and—and unhook the bottom cord! Wait, no, if you unhook the bottom, will the top snap my shirt into orbit?! Think fast, my arms are cramping!"

After falling victim to two separate traps in one week, Hina swore she wouldn't be fooled again. While walking around the local waterpark in a cute, frilly pink two-piece bikini, she heard a metallic click and looked back to see a yellow carabiner and a heavy iron chain clipped to the right hip of her bikini bottoms. Remembering her past humiliations, a smug grin spread across her face.

If she didn't run away or pull on it, her clothes couldn't be ripped off! Feeling like an absolute genius, Hina simply stood still on the strange yellow platform beneath her feet and threw her hands up in triumph. Then, somebody pressed a button on a wireless remote.

With a loud mechanical whirring sound, the yellow platform revealed itself to be a hollow, telescoping scissor lift. The wooden frame shot upward, catching Hina beneath her armpits and hoisting her six feet into the air. Because the chain on her bikini bottoms was anchored to the base plate on the ground, her frilly pink bottoms stayed behind, stretching taut around her ankles as she ascended into the sky.

Now Hina is dangling helplessly at the top of the yellow scissor lift. She is still wearing her frilly pink bikini top, with a thick red rope keeping her upper body securely pinned to the top frame, while her entire lower half is completely bare and dangling in the open air for the world to see. Her pink bikini bottoms are stretched like a slingshot around her feet near the bottom of the metal lattice.

"Th-That's cheating! That is completely unfair!" Hina stammers, twisting her head back to glare down at you with a bright red face, kicking her feet slightly against the taut fabric of her trapped bottoms. I didn't even move! Why was I standing on an industrial lift at a waterpark?! "Hey! Stop staring at my butt and find the remote control! Hit the down button before the entire waterpark turns around!"