Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This should have confused me even further. The sharp turns were coming a little to fast for me to rightly process. Yet this seemed fitting somehow, like the last piece of a rather absurd puzzle had finally fallen into place. You looked ever more bewildered; I now knew what to do. "I believe he was expecting us to meet him in NightBreeze actually. Could you point us in the right direction?" "The elevator down is in the back; just around the corner there," she gestured vaguely. "Unfortunately NightBreeze is by invitation only, and name dropping isn't enough." As they were still being polite about it, you tried to push the verbal probe. "So what would we need? Is there a secret password or something?" "Sort of. It's a two digit number representing the proper floor the elevator should bring you to. The rest of the floor have been disabled. Many are no longer used, but a few are being renovated and a few others are occasionally opened for special events," Before you could reply, I said, "Ok we thought so. We have the proper code. Thank you." You didn't look convinced, and neither did they. Before she could challenge this though, you said, "By the way do you happen to have a bathroom in here? Automatically, Diane replied, "We do. We have conventional lavatories just behind you on the sides where you came in, and for today we have slave isaac and slave lindsey in the back near the elevator if you prefer a nonconventional bathroom experience." I didn't even know what to say to this, so I thanked them both and we walked quickly toward the elevator; aware with every step that they were both watching us. If this didn't work.... "Ok so do you have any idea what the code is?" You spoke softly so as not to be overheard. "I believe I do. It's 20, of course." ------- If this didn't work, I was going to feel like a complete idiot. If it did, I wasn't sure I would feel much better as this had to be one of the stupidest plots I could ever imagine. We stepped into the elevator and I turned to watch outward as the doors noiselessly slid closed; slowly eclipsing the store behind them. Drawing a deep breath I punched the numbers in sequence. 2...0...The lights behind the buttons went off and I knew that the combination had been incorrect. Before I could voice this, however, the room began to move downward. I nodded grimly to you. We were headed into NightBreeze; not by direct invitation but through inferring the motives of an idiot. Unlike a normal elevator there was no display to indicate which floor we were currently at so we waited in silence for a perceived eternity. Even eternity must come to an end, and the elevator finally slowed to a stop. The doors slid apart and we mentally prepped ourselves for NightBreeze. As we cautiously stepped from the elevator the lights suddenly intensified and gave us a better view of our surroundings. 'NightBreeze' for us was nothing more than a small, empty room with nothing more than overhead lights to decorate it. Stone walls encased a hard stone floor that was uncomfortably cool on my bare feet. The only thing in this room, in fact... "That's Jill and Amie!" you declared into the silence. They were both quite unable to confirm this however. The pair were both bound by their wrists and ankles, kneeling face down on the floor with only their bare bottoms to greet us. As erotic a sight as this was, something still felt very wrong. "No no, this isn't some sort of reward for figuring out my puzzle," Derek's voice echoed through an unseen speaker. It seemed to emanate straight from the walls around us. "It's really more the opposite. If you hadn't noticed the elevator doesn't have controls on this side to call it. As you have nothing but time on your hands, allow me to explain the situation here." Amie and Jill were stirring more and moaning through what sounded like a gag. Derek continued, "As you now have probably been told, I run NightBreeze. I do scouting for couples that seem interested in the truly perverse rather than the mundane. You two caught my eye, and while it was a gamble at first I have not been disappointed. I had quietly and unofficially brought our sexiest former guide out of her 'retirement' about 8 months ago, and she has been excellent in drawing out the latent naughtiness hidden within our guests. "I must saw, though, I have been quite disappointed in the way certain things have played out. I have been behind the scenes managing your entire trip from the beginning. Did you notice that Jill seemed to know just what rides and events you would like most? You didn't find it at all strange that Amie already had your lunch prepping in her rear when you arrived, even though she had never done something like this before? The family I brought up for your cock sucking contest; banking on the fact that you would enjoy this? "I hadn't realized there was anything between Amie and Jill before today though. I knew they had screwed around, but the lengths they were willing to go to were simply touching. Your show in the dog park was rather admirable," he added. Amie was now shouting through her gag, but no words could be discerned. "You also outed Jill as working here again when she technically has not been for some time, which creates quite a dilemma for me. The two of you, for your part, almost have a cult following here and it's still your first day. People cannot wait to see what you'll do next. "That brings us to our current situation. You likely thought my attempt at subterfuge was incredibly lame. In actuality the only reason for it was to delay your arrival here until my preparations were complete. They are. And now I have you all. And you all owe me." ------- "I'm not so sure any of us really owes you. I didn't see you complaining much when Amie was being made pregnant with puppies; near as I could tell you were enjoying every second. If Jill has been your pawn for the last few months I'm willing to bet you've enjoyed watching her as well. And the two of us have provided your guests with significant entertainment. If anything, I'd say we're about even," you shot back. There was a definite fire in your eyes now. I had no doubt you could drop Derek on his robed ass without much trouble, and you didn't look all that reluctant to do so. "Oh please. Pour all your anger on to me, as if the four of you haven't been using each other from the start. Jill wanted to get Amie's attention so I gave her the two of you as a gift. You clearly were the type to draw attention to yourselves without any encouragement." Jill looked at the ground sheepishly but remained wordless. "And our other lovebird here set up a very creative yet failed trip to the dog park in hopes of getting with Jill! But most of all..you two! You haven't paid for a thing in this park and you were clearly hoping not to have to. So it is time for debts to be settled. "Angry with each other yet? If you aren't, you are probably going to be. Beyond this door are four separate dressing rooms - Jill I believe you are familiar with this area. Each has within it a costume of sorts for you to put on. It also has, I don't know, let's call them your weapons for lack of a better word. They all lead out into The Arena. The four of you are about to engage in sexual combat with each other for the enjoyment of the nearly eighty spectators I've been gathering. You will continue to battle each other until every one of them is satisfied. I would recommend taking any tips they happen to yell out. Now. Get in your rooms." Derek's authoritative tone left no room for argument, so we began slowly moving to our designated dressing rooms as he cut the two girls free. I walked into the room and when Derek closed the door behind me I noticed two things right away. The first was that the door had no handle on my side. I was locked in and committed to this battle. Far more terrifying, and even disturbing.... "I'm going fucking throat punch him," I muttered as I looked my battle armor over. Armor being a loosely used term. A French maid's outfit. Sultry top. Sexy skirt. No panties, for which I suppose I should have been thankful. My fiendish weapon was of course a feather duster. And looking more closely in the corner,"...and fucking high heels. Terrific." ------- Clearly Derek had intended to humiliate us as much as possible. He hadn't meant *actual* combat. However, I knew from earlier how well we could work a crowd in a setting like this. This really wouldn't be that bad. Might actually be a lot of fun. I set to work putting on the outfit. How Derek found heels in my size I may never know, or really want to know. I briefly considered the possibility that these were in fact his shoes. It only made me hate him that much more. I finished with the outfit and gave myself a once over in the body-length mirror the room had provided. I then closed my eyes in hopes of burning that horrible image from my mind. I walked the small curved path around that ended in a cul-de-sac and a stone door with the number '3' emblazoned upon it. I waited but the door did not open. I looked around for a switch or something that I may have missed, but it was clear that the door was all this chamber had to offer. "I'm fucking ready!" I yelled into the emptiness. Neither response nor echo came back to me. Perhaps there was no one listening. I felt very alone and abandoned. As I listened carefully though sounds from behind the door were emanating, and increasing in intensity. There was definitely a crowd out there, and they seemed very eager for their show to start. "Ladies and gentlemen; boys and girls; children of all ages, welcome to the greatest show beneath the Earth!" Derek's voice sounded clearly as if he were next to me. "We have for you today a very special battle royale between four rookies to NightBreeze. You may recognize them from their various activities upstairs today. They all have put on fun shows so far. But can these four fan favorites follow through?" Derek asked of them; receiving more cheering in return. I was still nervous but I had a plan of sorts. This would turn out alright. I assumed the number 3 on my door meant I would be the third out, and this implied you would be fourth. I couldn't imagine Derek not taking the chance to thoroughly humiliate Jill and Amie first. "Our first gladiator is the lovely Jill. I'm sure many of you know her. She's sexy, she's sassy...in fact she can be downright catty. I've had more requests to see her thrown into the arena than any other guide we've had. So presenting, with razor sharp claws, Catwoman Jill!" I was no longer confident in my plan. --------- "Our next contestant has always been a bit more reserved, but today she let her wild side loose! Coming at you in true western style and sporting the sexiest ass-less chaps you'll ever see, please welcome Cowgirl Amie to the arena!" More cheering and shouting. I prepared myself. The door strangely did not open for me though. "Here we have our third contestant! This young lady has refused to tell me her name the entire day, but since I could tell she has stolen the hearts of more than a fewer of our guests today, I thought it only fitting that we treat her as the pirate she is. With dildos for her pistols and a foil that hurts like hell when used like a whip, please give a big "ARRRR" to our very own Butt Pirate!" I laughed and shook my head. Apparently Derek was as much an "ass man" as I. It was nice to find common ground with such a person before I had to kill him. Process of elimination fairly well dictated that I would be next, and last. I smoothed out my skirt, which was a rather new thing for me to have to do, and prepared to walk out with my head high and own this. If this was how I would have to work the crowd, so be it. The door seemed to struggle a bit as it opened, and I immediately shielded my eyes from the light that streamed in. The arena must have been much better lit than this tunnel. As soon as I felt there was enough room I stepped boldly into the arena. All I could see were the bright lights, but I held the feather duster high and shook it around for everyone. Cat calls and hollers abound. Derek had somehow made his way over to my door and began announcing again. "And finally we have our ever-so-manly final contestant showing us that French maids don't have to be sexy!" Derek leaned away from microphone. "I didn't get your name either." "Eat my ass," I told him through my broad smile, still waving to the crowd. "Here we have...the self-proclaimed Ass Muncher!" While that was probably accurate, it was a solid indication that this was not going to go well for me.