Just fall onto the safety net and crawl through.

"There are nets under each obstacle, just so that clumsier girls don't fall a distance down. Oops!" — Jen jumped down, avoiding the obstacle intentionally. — "Now all I have to do is get to the other side and climb up."

"This is the softest net ever."

Indeed, the grid was small and the material was yielding. Jen's body was stretching it down significally, and it kept getting worse. The girl's heart started beating stronger and quicker, and panic engulfed her conscience again as she saw the wooden steps getting further and the net squeaking louder around her. Was it going to rip?

With a stinging sound, all four sides of the net were released from their nests and joined in one point around Jen's head. Her knees were quickly **** up to her chin. After that, there was a moment of freefall, during which she was certain that the safety net failed her and this was it.

The moment lasted for half a second before something caught the sack that contained Jen and held it very securely. It took her about ten minutes to stop crying tears of fear and open her eyes.

The net was totally enclosed at the top, with four mighty cables holding it in the air.

"So it worked after all. Why couldn't they make it safe without scaring the fuck out of me?"

Since falling down was no longer a threat, Jen searched for a way to get back up to the obstacle. Her heels were the only objects thin enough to stick through the net, further inhibiting her movements in an already limited space. Her boobs were pressing against the latex of the skirt as a distracting factor. Finally getting to see all the meets and joins got her nowhere closer to figuring out a way to release them. Pulling them aside did not seem to be the way, and the girl tried to rip a small section of the net instead. Its flexibility, however, was no less impressive than its determination to stay intact.

"Even if I were stronger than it, there's climbing up one of the cables all the way back to the wooden fixtures. All without another net under me. No fucking way. I'd rather close my eyes and wait for whatever."

"Hey, this net is warm. And it's not just friction."

"Yeah. It's kind of calming, actually. My workaround didn't work. Now someone's gonna get me out, or else why make such a safety mechanism?"

Jen looked at the bald girl she spotted before. She already cleared her ladder and was already trying to get past her next obstacle that could not be seen clearly through the net. This time, the girl in the spiderweb was more envious of her than happy for her accomplishments. Envy would not fill her with inspiration, so Jen slowly dozed off in her warm sack.

As if only waiting for the moment, a section in the closest column withdrew its cover and let a thick steel rod out to connect with the intricate net-holding mechanism. The latter immediately handed the net to the former, and Jen gently slid inside the column without even waking up. The smart column then finalized the 'rescue' by closing itself and sending the sack upwards, to the rest of the girls who were not up to the challenge.

"My net worth is rising steadily."

ENDING #39