She tries to swim over the pool.

Jen looked at her muscular yet feminine limbs and, being pressured by the circumstances, made a decision.

"I'm gonna swim across the pool. Quickly. I think I'm up to the task."

She walked up to the edge and looked into the water. It was deeper than in a usual swimming pool, and there were no ladders to help her out of the water. It was a risky deal, but the girl already agreed to it.

Jen prepared to jump, but struggled to get a right position in her heels. She was so focused that she did not even think about taking them off. Ultimately, she tripped over the edge and fell into the water ass first as one of her heels produced a disgusting sound and left a deep scratch in the tile it was standing on before following its bearer.

The girl barely managed to take a breath before submerging. She opened her eyes and saw the surface rapidly getting further as her steel swimsuit dragged her down like an anvil. The snaps it was producing became more frequent, but also sounded deafer in the water, so Jen stopped paying attention to them, as she was now too busy. Busy fighting for dear life.

Jen swam to the surface with a lot of **** and good technique, but it only seemed further from her. The impact of her feet was also limited, because the shoes were hot only restricting them to a certain position, but were a weight on their own. When the girl was sure she was putting her best effort, she heard a 'baaaammmm' as her metal crotch hit the pool bottom.

"Oh, god, I thought i can swim with an anvil tied to me? I need to get out of it, and quick."

The girl reached for the seam where she snapped the swimsuit-shaped anvil's shoulders together, but did not find it. Instead, there was a keyhole that was the source of ever accelerating snapping sounds. Trying to disconnect the solid steel by **** also did not help.

"It's locked, and I did not notice until now! Gotta get rid of the shoes to get a chance of climbing these smooth walls."

But they were exactly the same. A keyhole in the middle of each ankle strap. Jen had no way of taking off the clothes that were drowning her, so she ran towards the pool side, using the last of the remaining oxygen in her lungs.

She was able to stand on the thin edge of a large sewage grid to rise a couple feet up and get a higher jump for the air, but it was not even close to enough.

Jen fell onto her back with a clunk. She caressed the steel breast of the beautiful swimsuit that doomed her along with her self-overestimation. She breathed out the carbon dioxide, looking at the bubbles going to the surface, then closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

However, before the girl inhaled water, the sewage grid suddenly opened, and a sucking **** ejected the drowning person out of the pool with large ****. Jen flowed through the pipes, grabbing the contents of life-saving air pockets with her mouth. She was passing through various stages of water treatment, bouncing away from a tiny grid, then a larger grid, then a very large grid, finally falling into some kind of capsule that proceeded to seal itself upon the girl's containment.

The capsule was made of some kind of transparent hard polymer. It was about four feet wide and eight feet tall, but its bottom was a hemisphere, which made standing difficult for Jen, who was still wearing 6-inch white heels.

The girl could see that her capsule was placed in a technical room with light blue lamps lighting the place dimly.

"What... what is this? Let me out!" — she screamed and tried to remove the lid of the capsule. Once again, her best efforts were not enough to get it to move. Then she noticed another girl in one of the other capsules shaking her head at her slowly. She said something, but Jen could not hear it.

"What? I can't hear you! Can you help me?" — Jen screamed at the top of her voice while getting a closer look at her surroundings. The room was full of capsules. Most of them were empty, but two more also had girls imprisoned inside.

One of them was a brown-haired Latin who was wearing a mermaid tail and a pair of handcuffs attached to a huge cast iron anchor ring, and the other one was more curvy and had a voluminous haircut. She was completely black rubber-clad, with an inescapable straitjacket and leggings ending in a pair of ballet boots. Jen could not see her face as she was not looking her direction, but judging by a metal collar with a ball and chain attached, she understood that she was not in a talking mood.

The mermaid's cuffed hands were in front of her, so she tried to tell Jen something using gestures, but she could not understand anything. Of course, if the three of them were to be held there for eternity, the steel swimsuit girl was going to learn to communicate between the soundproof capsules. And Jen felt a bit better right away, because she did not drown and because she finally found company.

ENDING #24