Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I began eyeing Derek trying to plot a strategy. My eyes were finally becoming acclimated to the light and I risked a glance around the arena. There were wooden obstacles of sorts around the outside but the middle was wide open. Before I finished my scan I spotted you, and my feelings of dread grew. You were laying face down with Cowgirl Amie straddling you. She was seated on your lower back and frantically binding your feet together with a long rope. By the looks of it she planned to then hogtie you. This was rather appropriate given her outfit ---WHAM! In mid thought I was completely knocked of my feet and onto the ground. I tried to turn and barely caught a glimpse of Jill before she began swinging her clawed hands down across my exposed flesh. The look in her eyes was beyond rational anger and had become almost bestial. In a matter of seconds it felt like I had hundreds of paper cuts across my body. Her attack suddenly stopped, and then I felt another pair of hands pinning my legs together. Amie had come over to assist her. I wrenched my head to look for you but you were still tied face down on the ground. On the plus side this meant she didn't have any rope to use on me. Unfortunately it didn't seem that she needed it. She straddled herself right over my calves and used the pressure from her thighs in addition to her hands to keep my legs where she wanted them. Jill leaned in close to show me the object of my impending demise. "Looks like you dropped your feather duster. What kind of a maid are you? We'll have to make sure you don't drop it again." Through my terror I realized I could still see you, and that a spectator had jumped in and was cutting you free while they were distracted. I had to make sure they didn't look over there. "I'm so sorry I'm a terrible maid. Please, let me hold it in my mouth. I'll show you I won't drop it." The last rope was cut and you were free. Your savior gave a thumbs up and hopped back into the seats as you began coming our way, using the obstacles as cover. "Oh you can hold it in your mouth later; right now, Ass Muncher, I have a much better place for you to hold it." I knew what was coming and tried to relax as the entire length of its handle was forced up my ass. ------- I have long been a believer in standing your ground and never giving in. This strategy is ill advised however on the subject of a feather duster being forcibly inserted into one's rectum. With this in mind I stopped struggling and just let it happen. It didn't even feel that bad. I could now hear the booming cacophony of the crowd as they cheered for these sexy girls giving the tough guy a foofy feather tail. A foot planted into the small of my back and I could feel warm toes clawing in as she pinned me in place. At the same time Jill began ever-so delicately dragging her claws across my buttocks and thighs; raising goose bumps. I felt Amie shift her weight on top of me as she looked down. "Look at that! The little sissy maid is getting hard from all of this!" Amie loudly addressed the onlookers. Jill continued to claw with one hand but with the other began pushing the handle in and out of me and twisting it side to side. She was right. I was definitely hard. Despite my predicament this felt very very good. Still I wondered what the hell was taking you so long. "Looks like the Ass Muncher likes getting his ass fucked too!" "How about we grab his Butt Pirate friend and he can munch on her ass? Who wants to see that?" Jill crowed. Everyone looked in unison over to where you were laying; more correctly, where you *had* been laying. Jill snapped her head back around but it was too late. In the most creative dildo use I'd seen that day you clobbered her across the head and sent her reeling. With Amie's attention now elsewhere I planted my hands and moved into a push up position, and quickly toppled her. You had become engaged in vigorous claw-to-rubber penis combat with Jill as she rallied. I knew I had to do something with Amie but I didn't have any weapons or any rope. All I had was a feather plume extruding from my posterior. Without any forethought as to how this would work I grabbed both of Amie's legs just above the ankles and stood. This had the effect of flipping her upside down as I held her dangling before me facing the crowd. I had her heels up to the level of my face as I showed off my captive prize. My arms were beginning to shake and I realized I would need some sort of plan for what the hell to do next. Marching up to my right hand side you appeared showing off a prize of your own. Jill stumbled ahead of you with her hands bound behind her in some sort of red sash. I wasn't sure if it had been a part of your costume or the crowd had given it and I really didn't care. We now had the advantage. Now if I could only decide what to do with it. Two important facts crossed my mind. The first was that we had been the crowd favorites so far, but they could turn on us at any time. We needed to keep them happy. The second was a more immediate problem. I could not hold Amie suspended upside down as she was for much longer. A simple yet elegant solution presented itself when I considered lowering her to the ground so that I would not be suspending her entire weight, but would remain holding her legs. It would take a little work and angling but I felt reasonably confident it would work. Besides which, I was running short on time to try things. I gently lowered Amie toward the ground, taking care not to crack her head on the floor when I did so. This was probably nicer than I should have been, but she had been kind to me the entire day and I refused to believe the animosity in the last ten minutes was anything more than show. It was for this reason that I quietly addressed her as I leaned forward under the guise of bringing her to the proper level. "Are you ok?" I asked quickly. "Yeah," she said, and from the look in her eyes I knew my assumption that she had been acting was correct. "I'm so sorry we hurt you." I wanted to respond to this but I knew time was at a premium. I simply said, "I'm going to get us out of this." Amie gave just one quick nod in response before resuming her feeble attempts at breaking free. --- I positioned her as best I could in the spare second I had before looking upward to address the crowd. "Well by now I'm sure most of you have already heard of how much fun we had with this sexy cowgirl today? Of how much she enjoyed hot dogs in her buns?" I paused and waited for affirmation from the crowd. There was loud cheering but I honestly didn't know if they had any idea what I was talking about; not that it really mattered. "Yeah the hotdogs were nice, but it's time to see if she might prefer a sausage in her pussy!" I knew I would probably get one shot at this if I wanted to do it right. I changed my own angle slightly by leaning forward and then lifted Amie straight up. I almost missed but miracle of miracles I felt the tip of my cock push against her wet lips and then slide inside her. The pain radiating through my lower back was a good indication of why normal people don't have sex like this. Thankfully, we are hardly normal. The view from my was incredible. Looking down my line of sight followed the length of my cock until it disappeared inside Amie. I carefully straightened back upright, making sure not to slip out of her and I was flashed a broad grin for the audience. Keeping a firm grip on her ankles I lifted her up and down a few inches at a time. On my end this angle felt incredible. I felt like my arms would give out at any time and I didn't even care. I would lift her up as far as my arms would allow until my balls came to rest on the bottom of her butt cheeks and then allow her to lower back to the floor before doing it again. Amie's face became redder and redder and just as I realized that every time I thrust I was pushing straight into her gspot she began to cum. Maybe it would from the angle, or maybe because all the blood was in her head, but she came hard. Shaking, spasming pussy; she may have even squirted a little. This however meant she lost all muscle control temporarily and I myself was slipping. I wanted so badly to slip my cock up into her little ass but I thought it best to lower her all the way to the ground for the moment and maybe rethink my plan. I did exactly that and through her heavy breathing she smiled up at me. However the apparent curse of DarkBreeze is that nothing ever goes as you plan, and nothing is ever what it seemed. In my current triumph I had forgotten that while Amie knew I had a plan, I had never clued in Jill. Of course this shouldn't matter as you had her tied up.... ----- Apparently to remain a fan favorite you have to keep things interesting. Apparently I had not kept things interesting enough. The smile drained from my face as I turned; expecting to see you still holding Jill. From the way things had gone all day I should have expected that she would have somehow freed herself and would now be holding you captive. In actuality neither were true. What I saw instead was two random audience members holding you in place standing with one at each arm, and Jill standing next to you wearing nothing but a gloating smile. "Ok seriously how is that even fair?" I asked of them. "I traded my cat suit for my freedom. That seems fair enough to me." Jill had the strangest look about her eyes now. I had no clue at all what she was up to. She cocked her head to the side as she continued. "Looks like I have something of your's." My eyes locked with hers. I side stepped and knelt quickly to scoop Amie's left ankle into my hand once again. I stood, leaving her half dangling. I'm not even sure she noticed. "Looks like I have something of your's too. Would you propose a trade?" "A trade? A trade like one for one, even steven, everyone is happy trade? It looks like you've roughed up mine quite a bit. How about I do the same to your's?" --------- I could think of no way out of this situation. Jill had murder in her eyes. I couldn't release Amie because she was my only collateral, but I wasn't going to hurt her either....but I had to make Jill believe I would. We stood there in a face-off daring one another to make the first move. There truly was no good way out of this. At least, under the current rules there was not. I couldn't change the rules of the game... but I could refuse to play the game. "We could have some fun with them couldn't we? I bet our audience would love to see that wouldn't they?" I threw Amie to the ground with one arm, hoping I hadn't hurt her in the process. I began gesturing grandly as I walked briskly backward toward Derek. "Wouldn't you? Would you love to see a bit of pain and suffering?" I estimated a few more steps and I would reach Derek. I pivoted and walked backward as I shouted to the spectators. "Yeah? You like the rough stuff? That's what you're here to see?" I didn't need to hear their response, nor was I willing to risk the delay. I spun with my weight on my left foot as I brought my right fist up to bury it in Derek's groin. He crumpled to the ground without so much as a sound escaping from his mouth. "Hell yeah you sadistic fuck! Looks like they like watching your pain too!" Derek was attempting to plant a hand on the ground to pick himself up again, but I wasn't in the mood to play. I kicked his arm out from under him and he landed ungracefully on the side of his face. Satisfied now that he wouldn't get up again, I surveyed the scene as I again yelled to the crowd. "Now, I know you would like nothing more than to watch me beat the everlasting shit out of this worm; however, it sounds to me that there are two who's wrath predates mine. Amie and Jill would you please step forward." Amie looked nervous; nervous but determined. Jill looked like she had lost her mind. Perhaps she had. Slowly and deliberately I began stepping away from the groaning form on the ground. I caught your eye and you mirrored me. In unison we turned our backs and walked toward the nearest door in the arena as the two girls converged on Derek with revenge on their minds and dildos in their hands. --- Our hands found each other and clasped tightly as we crossed the threshold into the hallway. Without any action from either of us the closed behind us. Behind it the crowd could still be heard jeering at Derek's misfortune. Ahead there was nothing but the desloate sound of our bare feet slapping on the rock floor of tunnel. I could tell this wasn't the tunnel you had exited either by the caution in your step. "I think Jill came through this way," you said into the silence. Your voice seemed unnaturally loud by comparison. "Ok seriously how do you always seem to know what I'm thinking?" "Ill tell ya later." The response came back sincere; without a trace of the humor or sarcasm I had hoped was implied. Instead it was a matter of fact statement. I couldn't even form a response before the tunnel bent to the right and I could see that a second tunnel branched off with a staircase leading to an oaken door at the bottom. The words "Torture Chambers" stretched across the width of the door. I hadnt even realized we had stopped walking as I stood staring at it. "You want to go down there, don't you?" I didn't deny it, and after a moment you continued. "You saw Jill in the arena just now. Do you really want to know what made her so angry?" "That's the second time you've said that Jill came through here. You couldn't have seen her exit the tunnel though. Why are you so sure it was her?" "Because I told her." The new voice coming from the direction of the torture chamber startled me so much that I tripped and fell from turning so fast. The staircase and door were gone. Not concealed; gone. In their place was a small empty room with nothing but a plain wooden chair seated in its center. On that chair sat a young woman with short brown hair in a modest pose with one leg crossed over the other. She was also fully clothed, unlike virtually everyone we had seen recently. "Hi!" I greeted her semi-warmly. "And who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did the stairs go? What the fuck..." I trailed off into bewildered silence. The woman didn't even flinch. "You can call me Beth. The stairs are a mote complicated answer. You may as well sit. It won't make this any more believable but at least you will be comfortable. "When DarkBreeze was first built there wasn't a lot of funding as you can imagine. Many of these tunnels were already in place beneath the park. They were used mostly for storage and maintenance. As it turns out, some of the tunnels predate the park...I don't know by how much. Most of the materials used for the park initially were salvaged from these tunnels. "The maps of DarkBreeze you have seen were drawn on a strange type of parchment they found. They call it Story Telling Paper. Once you have looked at it and begin to remember it, it begins to remember you. The more you interact it with, the more you become a part of its story." "I haven't seen a map the whole time I've been down here," I replied. This was the most ridiculous thing I had heard. "No? Not when you first walked in and met Jill? Or in the cafe in your drunken stupor when you stared endlessly at it until you collapsed? Notice anything change since then? Notice again when Derek intentionally left you a pamphlet with a map what things were like after? People not acting the way they were? You in the middle of solving a grand conspiracy using your great mind to overcome an elevator puzzle? How everything seemed exquisitely planned out?" I couldn't even speak now. I continued to listen. "You are now a part of the story; just like the rest of us." ---- "So....what the hell does that mean?" I asked of Beth. "Honestly I have no idea. Our best guess is that the function of the map was fantasy fulfillment. Once you have done so, you separate from the map again. Given some of the things you just did it's hard to imagine why you are still in here." "So everyone in here, now, is a real person but also stuck in here until they complete their fantasy?" "Pretty much," Beth said as she rose from the chair; smoothing down her shirt with her hands to lay flat against her tight jeans. "I obviously haven't completed mine or I wouldn't be here talking to you. Derek, I think has been avoiding it so he can live in fantasy land. I would steer clear of him, by the way." "I'm pretty sure I've fulfilled every fantasy and more in this place." "Maybe it's not one you realized you had just yet. Maybe that's why." "Like what?" I asked. I was almost afraid to hear her reply. "Maybe its time for you to be dominated. Be completely submissive. By your own choice this time." I bit my lip as I started to consider this. "Now lie down. On your backs. Both of you." We did as we were told.