She puts on the bracers.

"You're too hard on yourself, sweetheart. You'll reform. You'll want to reward yourself." — the voice tried to stop her.

"It's an impulse. I'm following it. Maybe I'll come to regret it. It's actually very likely, if you think about it. But I'm not gonna think about it." — the other voice also tried to stop her.

The girl pushed the closures together on one hand, then the other. Now both of her forearms were covered in heavy leather. Still, another, outer set of clasps was yet to be used.

Now that the warmth of her boobies was no longer a concern, the tensions in her pussy began to overwhelm her again. So distracting. She moved her hips instinctively to shake it off, but the effect was opposite and brought her right to the edge.

"Come on, just a little help from these gentle fingers."

Each breath was a concealed yell of urge. And it was part of the problem. She had to make herself stronger than that.

Jen swung her arms behind her back. The clasps crunched together, forming an unbreakable bond of her arms from her elbows down. The subtle shifting sound of a keyhole revealing itself came from the top part of the joined bracers. The girl's heart was only beating quicker and she pushed her hips even closer together as only now she realized.

Every single keyhole was out of her reach. With a last effort, she mounted the locker again as orgasmic waves began pulsing all over her, amplified by her futile efforts to separate her arms.

***

As soon as it was over, the moaning turned into yelling into crying. She could not put on any more clothes, but she was also locked out of possibility of removing anything. Perhaps getting to the ankle straps of her shoes was not impossible, and even that was a big stretch of her hobble skirt.

Jen carefully slid down from the locker. Keeping her balance with arms behind her back was hard. Walking without looking down was harder. Falling was hazardous. And her mental state was a mess.

"Fucking stupid bitch. Take it easy for a couple minutes — and you're out and beyond. But I had to be dumb enough to rush it, and then even I made it worse by being 'drastic'. Now I need help. Now I absolutely have to find another living person to have a slightest chance of getting out. I sure won't get far like this."

Taking it one tiny step at a time with no rush was painfully slow, but got her to the door. The green letters on the screen were saying "6/3", but despite such great surplus, the round knob had no intention of turning itself to let her through.

It took a turn around and a little bending of her knees to open the door and more turning around and a few careful steps to enter it without tripping or closing it again by accident.

A narrow empty corridor lied beyond. The change of scenery was not contrasting, as white was replaced by different shades of cyan. Jen wanted it to end quickly, but having learned that slower might be quicker, she proceeded through without breaking her slow, considerate pace, looking each of the ceiling bulbs in the eye.

The corridor took a slight turn, and Jen took note of the weak but distinct smell of chlorinator.

"A swimming pool? That's not very promising, but okay. We don't have to swim, right?"

"You'll see that for yourself, Miss Undistracted."

"Oh, I was wondering where you went. You're mad. You got me there, and now you're mad."

"It's not a blaming game. You restricted yourself to mild vaginal annoyance during your annoyingly slow walking, and there's nothing I can do to make you have more fun with yourself, even though I'd like to. I'm more bored than mad."

"Don't we deserve this? Both of us? If we listened to each other, we'd both have what we want."

The girl saw that the corridor was branching to the side. The way forward was leading to the assumed pool, and the other doorless passage revealed a locker room with several wide benches in the middle and two-tier lockers filling the space along the side walls. No sign of current human presence were there, but swimwear, lotions and such were all over the place. Two tubes labeled "FOOD" and "WATER" were sticking out of one of the walls.

"Well, that's where I'll stay if the pool is..."

***

Jen was standing inside the pool room. The ceiling here was unnecessarily high. There were bell- and box-shaped objects, as well as passages to other places on the other side. However, the pool itself went from one wall to the other with no gaps and was at least 30 feet long. The girl was wearing shiny white 6 inch-heeled shoes, a shinier white hobble skirt and heavy black leather restraints for her arms and torso. Every single piece on its own was greatly reducing her ability to swim, but with the entire ensemble, she was going to sink like a stone if she tried to cross the water.

"Yep. It's a dead end. Nothing to do here."

Jen turned around on her toes. Actually, there was also a bell-shaped object on her side, too. It was at least one and a half her height. A large green button labeled "REVEAL" lit up, and she pushed it with her knee. The plastic lid rose up like a tray cover, revealing a mermaid suit under the huge glass bell. It consisted of a very realistic tail and a mask with mouth- and earpieces.

"Oh, great. This place is making fun of me now."

She made her way back into the locker room. The bland grain mix from the "FOOD" tube and clean cool water from the "WATER" one satisfied her most basic needs. With nothing to do except feeling her muscles strain and adapt to the restraints, Jen carefully put herself onto a doubled bench and slowed down her breathing. Despite being so restricted, the exhaustion was always stronger, so the girl prepared for an uncomfortable nap before deciding whether she should stay here and wait for somebody to find her or get back to the first hall and find another way out.