Magnet again.

After the second input has been received, the door into the chamber split into two automatically, letting Jen inside. The chamber was rather spacey and mostly white, yet still much smaller than the first hall. The floor consisted of soft-ish blocks with a side of 6 to 7 feet that simulated uneven terrain and had many different grips sticking out all over the place.

"With the right equipment, it must be fairly easy to replace these blocks with... other blocks."

*SNAP*

It took one to snap Jen into full focus on the target. The signal was fairly late, so the key must have been deep in there. The girl ran towards the center just to cut some distance, so she could be closer to the key, no matter how quick she would be able to spot it. As she neared the center of the chamber, the lights went brighter, and an upward pulling **** introduced itself to Jen's belt. At first, it was weak, but it was growing alarmingly strong.

"Now I get why those grips are all over here." — before she was **** by the **** of magnetic attraction, Jen grabbed two of them grips on the floor firmly and securely. It was not hard to hold on... at first. However, the field was just not ending. In theory, it was possible to travel by gripping forward, but it was way too risky. One slip was enough to nullify everything that she managed to go through. — "Please, end, just end."

Just when her palms were getting dangerously sweaty, and her well-fit arms were losing muscular potency, the magnets let her go. At first, she was grateful for this relief, but her breathing got quicker again once she remember the second input. How much longer did she have?

"No, no, no." — Jen sprinted right back to the entrance, but it was way too far. The lights went bright again before she was halfway through. She barely managed to clutch onto a single grip until the belt got to vesseling her to the ceiling again, then hold onto a second one, but deep down the girl knew she was not made to cut it. No one was. The inputs she made were a mistake. Once her arms were out of strength completely, she was **** to witness the ground getting further away from her. — "NO, NO, NOOOO!!"

No amount of swinging her arms and legs helped. The simple steel device on her waist knew no defeat. Unlike a real magnet that would have accelerated her ascent depending on proximity to the source of attraction, this 'field' was flying her up with a consistent speed, like negative gravity.

*CLANG*

Ouch. The magnet at the ceiling was real, but it only sealed the deal. Jen could not even roll around, that is how well it held her in place. She was kind of afraid to stretch down towards the floor, as it was a lengthy fall. At the same time, there was more hope in getting out with broken something than to be hanging up there for an entire eternity.

She closed her eyes, and then, all of a sudden, it was not too bad. The belt's grip was not all that uncomfortable, and if there was some intimate action with the dildo still lodged in her to stir up this subtle warmth... Was it really something close to consolation? Merely some blunt interruption to creeping despair.

Without a warning, the giant magnet turned itself over. Across a grid of soundproof glass walls, there were other women eternally attracted to it, like butterflies sucked in by a vacuum cleaner. Few were as naked as Jen, and her cheeks burned up in an instant.

"Well, I'm not steering my wheel in front of you lot, am I? At the same time... they're not paying too much attention. Maybe when these two stop staring?"

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