Run for the far wall

All you know is you want to be as far away from the thing behind you as you can be. That overriding thought drives you forward, stepping off the end of the pipe without another glance.

That immediately proves to be a mistake, as your foot doesn't find ground where you thought it would. Instead, with an abrupt squeal, you fall forward into the water, that squeal cut off as you disappear beneath the surface. Shock causes you to try to take a breath, and you immediately **** on the disgusting, weird water you've fallen into. Your landing is strangely soft, a spongy substance softening your fall, as you wildly scramble to find your way back to the surface.

A moment later, you burst back above the surface, coughing and sputtering as your lungs expel the water you inhaled, then take a deep breath of the thick air in. You immediately feel a massive rush in your head, your headache receding as a strange, almost calm, feeling comes over you. There's faint sizzling sound about you, though you can't seem to place it. Gasping, you press onward, struggling through the thigh-deep water.

With every breath you take, the calm sensation builds, along with a positively titanic warmth in your loins. You can feel your nipples, suddenly erect, press against the sodden material of your blouse, rubbing against the wet material, tingling with the sensation, and you moan loudly within the chamber, even as you continue to place one foot in front of the other.

As the lust clouds your mind further, the deep, calm sensation almost making you feel safe, you slog forward. Your clothes feel all weird, dragging against your sensitive skin, feeling looser and drafty as you draw close to your goal. Your next step is strange, something rough rubbing your left foot, making you stumble again. As you recover, you feel that spongy substance beneath your left sole, squeezing between your toes, erotically caressing it. For some reason, this doesn't surprise you, though it does make sparks flash behind your eyes. Another step, and your right foot finds the same sensation.

With a whimper, you finally reach the other pipe, collapsing against it, your nipples rubbing against the rough concrete right beneath it. You weakly try to pull yourself out of the pipe, though that feels a lot less important than it did moments ago...