THE RIDE OF HER LIFE by Joe Doe AMY GETS MORE THAN SHE BARGAINED FOR WHEN SHE BECOMES FIXATED WITH THE PIRATE RIDE AT A THEME PARK. Part 1 Amy scurried out of the exit, ran through the gift shop, and quickly jumped back into her small pirate boat. The park was closing for the night, and she was determined to get in one last ride. As a 29-year-old MD, she felt a little silly running through a gift shop to jump into a little boat, but to her this was no ordinary ride. The attraction was a series of sets depicting robot pirates raiding a coastal town and burning it to the ground. The ride recreated the look, in exacting detail, of a Caribbean town undergoing a pirate attack, and it was a delight for children and adults alike. But it was the slave auction scene that fascinated Amy. There, a pirate with a wicked-looking mustache and goatee auctioned off the town's maidens, in the town marketplace, in front of a bunch of drunken, loutish pirates. The auctioneer was trying to sell a rather plump woman with little success, while the lusty pirates yelled, "We want the redhead!" Whenever Amy passed the scene she would always would touch her long red hair and imagine that she was the wench the pirates lusted after. Although the scene was G-rated, it was clear that the pirates weren't looking for someone to play chess with, and the thought of being put on the auction block in front of those lusty, cheering men gave Amy a thrill she had never experienced before. Although though the pirates did not walk, they were otherwise completely realistic, particularly the one who played the auctioneer. Amy had a very scientific and practical mind, but, as the day progressed, she felt as if the auctioneer were watching her and leering at her as she stroked her red hair. Amy quickly dismissed such thoughts. After all, she was a respected doctor, not some airhead who couldn't separate fantasy from reality. She had ridden the ride at least 20 times that day, racing to the front of the queue through the gift shop every time she exited. It was only when the ride had closed for the night that she lingered in the gift shop. Amy stopped at a bucket of cheap plastic manacles. They were small, but Amy was still able to slip her hands into them. She stood there for a moment, thinking about the ride, and the fierce pirate auctioneer.... In her professional life, she was always in total control, and her somewhat curt manner had made her the terror of the hospital. Although she was beautiful, her dress and manner were frumpy, and she knew her colleagues viewed her as anything but a sex object. She looked around and saw that she was alone in the shop. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to totally lose control and be at the mercy of the cruel pirates. Regaining her composure, she sadly took the cheap plastic manacles off her wrists and threw them back into the bin and went on. She stopped in front of a painting that showed the concept art for the auction scene and stared at it for several minutes. She was lost in her thoughts when she was startled by the voice of the sales clerk behind her. "It's quite an attraction, isn't it?" the clerk said, softly. "I've always found that one scene in particular to be interesting, don't you agree?" "Um...yes...quite...um...interesting." "No need to be embarrassed, dear," the saleswoman said. She was a sweet-looking little old lady, and something about her seemed to suggest that she understand Amy perfectly. "I saw you racing through to get back in line. I think it's wonderful that you enjoyed our attraction all day.... I'm just sorry you can't enjoy it all night, too." She looked up at the painting, and then at Amy, and smiled. "You know, seeing as how you're such a big fan, I have something I'd like you to see. I had it made during a visit to New Orleans, just for a young lady like you. A local silversmith and a Voodoo priestess worked on it together." She went behind the counter and returned with an elegant emerald necklace that was identical to the one the redheaded woman at the slave market was wearing. She slipped it around Amy's neck. "You see, it fits you perfectly, my dear." Amy was not a fan of makeup or jewelry, but there was something about the necklace that made her feel tingly inside. She looked at herself in the mirror, and noticed the difference in her reflection. Had she worn her hair loose today? And why were the top three buttons of her blouse undone? She reached down and touched the hemline of her skirt nervously. She could have sworn she had worn blue jeans today, but the skirt she was wearing now just barely covered her panties and left her garter belt straps and the tops of her stockings exposed. Garter belt? Amy didn't even OWN a garter belt. "The necklace is only $2,500," the clerk said, brightly. "But, if you wear it to bed tonight, you'll see that it is worth every penny." "That's too much," Amy said, sharply, immediately taking off the necklace and putting it back on the counter. "I could never spend that much money on a trinket, no matter how nice it made me look." "Don't think of it in terms of cost, think of it in terms of value," the clerk said, trying to get Amy to put the necklace on again. "I do look nice in it," Amy said, softly toying with the glowing emerald charm. "Jewelry isn't valuable because of how it makes a woman look, it is valuable because of how it makes a woman feel," the clerk said, sagely. "Take it home tonight and wear it to bed, I guarantee that you will come back and pay for it in the morning." The saleslady smiled, shook her head, and laughed knowingly. "They always do," she murmured. "I know you can easily afford it," she added. "For some reason, this necklace seems to attract only powerful, wealthy women. I've sold it to lawyers, doctors, princesses, movie actresses, sports stars...the list of women who own this necklace would boggle your mind." Amy was reaching for her purse when she heard the clock toll in the distance. The sound of the chimes seemed to break the spell, and she suddenly felt panicked. She quickly turned and headed for the exit. Seeing the door was locked, she tried another. "Sometimes the exit can be a little hard to find, young lady," the saleswoman said, meaningfully. "Remember, wear it tonight, and you'll be back for more," she cackled. As Amy headed out of the park, she noticed her reflection in a store window. A frumpy doctor in blue jeans with her blouse buttoned up to her neck stared back at her, and she sighed in disappointment. Maybe she would come back tomorrow. ****************************** Amy set her clock to be ready for the park's morning opening and started to lie down. Then something small and green caught her eye on her nightstand. It was the emerald necklace. Amy couldn't believe it. She KNEW she hadn't purchased it, and she had come straight back to her hotel room after the park had closed. How had the necklace gotten there? She picked it up and put it on. Once again, she felt an indescribable chill run through her, and a sudden urge to look at herself in the mirror. She was surprised at the sight. She had put on a hairnet and a knee-length football jersey when she got ready for bed. But now she was wearing a lacy white baby doll nightgown. Her long red hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders. She was beautiful! Slowly, she began to run her hand down between her breasts towards her most delicate place. But the scientist in her suddenly kicked in, and she demanded an explanation. Remembering how her clothes had changed back when she had taken off the necklace in the shop, Amy decided to try the experiment again, and she tried to undo the clasp. It wouldn't come undone.... She sat on the edge of her bed and continued to fiddle with the necklace. But, after only a few seconds, she felt herself overcome with a terrible fatigue, and she stretched out. The sound of the splashing water awoke her from her reverie. "Would Mistress like some more hot water?" her maid asked. Amy looked around. She appeared to be in the luxurious tower room of some fabulous Caribbean palace, relaxing in a steaming bubble bath. As she looked around the room, she slowly began to gain her bearings. She had no idea how she knew what she knew, but her new identity slowly soaked into her mind as she soaked her body in the tub. She was the wife of the royal governor, and the city was under attack by marauding pirates. The governor had left to fight the pirates, but not before he had struck a deal with the pirate captain. In exchange for safe passage through the enemy lines for his wife and her aristocratic friends, the governor had agreed to release the captured pirates from the local jail. Of course it was a trick, and the wagon that would carry the fine ladies of the town to safety also had a secret compartment that contained all of the town's most valuable treasures. The sound of the cannon echoed softly in the distance, and the night sky was brilliantly illuminated by the red glare from the rockets. But Amy wanted to look her best for the journey, and she ordered her maid to pour some more steaming water into the bath. "You are lucky to be fleeing, my lady," the maid said. "When the pirates find out that you have stolen the treasure, they will sack the town and put the women who are left on the auction block." "The auction block?" Amy said, her interest suddenly piqued. "Yes, my lady. I was in San Searchem when the pirates took over the town. The royal governor had escaped with the treasure, but his wife was trapped behind. The pirate captain put her on the block, naked as the day she was born." "That would be so...humiliating," Amy said, slipping her hand delicately beneath the bubbles and between her thighs. "Oh, it was," the maid said, earnestly. "After the pirates took the town, it was overrun by corrupt people from the neighboring islands searching for bargains. The poor governor's wife was bought by a black Haitian plantation owner and his cruel wife." "My goodness!" Amy exclaimed. "What happened to her?" "The black woman hated the beautiful and aristocratic white woman, and delighted in tormenting her. She was forced to wear scanty rags while she shoveled horse dung and hauled water for her cruel mistress." "The master of the house began making lewd advances, and, since she was now a common serving girl, she was helpless to resist. When she complained, her mistress called her a liar and had her bare bottom paddled in front of the entire household." "The governor had located his wife and the other auctioned woman almost immediately and had quickly ransomed them back. But the cruel black mistress did not release the governor's wife until she was almost five months pregnant. Even now, the governor and his wife are constantly forced to explain to visitors why their son has coal black skin." Amy and the maid's story both climaxed at the same moment, and the maid smiled down as Amy closed her eyes and shuddered in the tub. Amy's fantasy had been about the auction block, and she had never dreamed of the humiliations that might await her afterwards. The story the maid had told was so horrible -- and so deeply humiliating -- that it was just the ticket to push Amy over the edge. The maid pretended not to notice what had just happened, but quickly formed a plan. "Of course the governor's wife was auctioned for 12 gold pieces, which is a record unmatched by any woman in the island," the maid said. "I doubt there is a woman in the Caribbean who could match that...." The maid paused and smiled. "Except perhaps you, my lady," she added, mischievously. "Do you really think I would set a record?" Amy asked, flattered. "Well, it is difficult to say for sure, without seeing you in position.... I would need to see you the way you would appear on the block." Amy looked up suspiciously at her smiling maid. She knew that she was being set up, but the tingling sensation between her legs told her not to stop. She was soon standing in front of the large window that faced the town wearing nothing but a towel. The French doors opened onto a balcony that allowed her husband to make speeches to the entire town, and, despite the closed curtain, Amy felt nervous standing in such scanty clothing just a few feet in front of the large window. The maid tied Amy's hands together with coarse rope and then ordered her to stand on a stool. The maid threw the other end of the rope over a ceiling beam and tied it off so that Amy's hands were held high over her head. Amy stood awkwardly on the stool while the maid tightly bound her ankles. "We need more of a chill in here," the maid said, with a cruel smile. "On the block, your nipples will be in the breeze, my lady." While Amy babbled at her to stop, the maid took down the heavy drapes and threw open the French doors so that only the thin, transparent sheers protected Amy from being exposed to the town. The maid then tied the curtain rod to another piece of rope, and threw that over a beam in front of the window. She ran the other end of the rope between Amy's legs, warning her mistress to squeeze her thighs together tightly -- "or the town'll get a show!" The maid then took the curtain rod off the hooks in the wall, so that the only thing holding up the thin, sheer curtain was the rope between Amy's creamy white thighs. But the maid wasn't quite finished. With one fluid motion, she ripped off Amy's towel and kicked the stool out from underneath her feet. Amy very nearly lost control of the rope between her thighs, and the curtain slipped down menacingly as she was suddenly jerked up by her wrists. She was utterly defenseless. If she relaxed her thighs even a little, the rope would slip from between her legs, and the curtain would come down, exposing her nakedness for everyone to see. She dangled helplessly as the maid picked up a willow switch that Amy used to "correct" the servants. She walked around her mistress knowingly. "A nice flat tummy," she said, tapping Amy's belly button. "Tiny, but firm boobies," she said with a laugh. "A haughty and aristocratic manner...which will make it all the more delicious to break you in." The maid stroked the switch teasingly across Amy's bare backside. "And a luscious bare bottom just begging for discipline. You'll fetch a pretty penny indeed, my red-haired doxy." The maid's humiliating assessment was interrupted by the sound of a carriage arriving in the courtyard. By looking over her shoulder and craning her neck to the side, Amy could see out the side window. The other aristocratic women of the town had arrived. "Let me down at once!" Amy demanded. "I don't think so," the maid replied, calmly. "But I can have your friends up to see you, if you wish." "NO!" Amy cried. The thought of the other ladies seeing her swaying naked in the breeze was too shameful to contemplate. As the governor's wife, she was the first lady of the island and was treated like a queen. To be strung up like a goose was a disgrace she would never live down. "I can order them to leave without you, if you tell me where the governor's seal is," the maid said in a calculating tone. "And you'd better tell me where the "Safe Passage" document is, too." What choice did Amy have? She told the maid everything she wanted to know, and the maid quickly scribbled out an order. Amy craned her neck to see what the maid was writing. It wasn't a release order. It was an arrest order. The order said that the ladies in the yard were to be arrested and locked into the courtyard prison. Furthermore, the guards were to escort the scheming MAID to a destination of her choice, with the wagon, and then release her. Amy pleaded with her maid to steal the treasure, but let her go. The maid just laughed, however. "Since you were so interested in the block, my fine lady, I decided to let you and all of your dandy friends have a dance on it. If you're lucky, maybe that cruel black mistress will be looking for another governor's wife to shame and tame." Amy shuddered at the thought and twisted desperately in her bonds. But the thought of the block caused her juices to begin flowing again, which caused the rope to slip down a bit farther. "My-oh-my!" the maid said. "It looks like someone's wet little snatch is going to get her into a world of trouble. Try not to get too juicy, my dear, or you'll put on quite a show for the town." The maid sealed the order and put the seal and the safe passage in her pocket. Then she playfully patted Amy on the bottom and winked at her before going downstairs. ****************************** Part 2: AMY'S FANTASY BECOMES MORE COMPLEX...AND MORE TANGIBLE Amy could hear the women downstairs screaming as they were forced into the courtyard jail, but she had other concerns. She found that by working her thighs just right, she could gradually pull the rope tighter and move a bit more of it between her legs. The problem was that the action caused the rope to rub against her exposed clitoris, making her juices flow and her concentration ebb. But, with superhuman effort, she managed to work the rope up a bit so that the drapes seemed a tad less precarious than they did when the evil maid abandoned her. Down in the courtyard, there was a dog yapping and women yelling at the dog. Although she tried to concentrate on the matter at hand, her curiosity finally got the better of her and she craned her neck around to see what was happening. The women had been locked in a large steel cage at the side of the courtyard. Amy knew all of the women as respected members of the island community of her dream, but she also recognized a few of them from "real life" as well. She spotted a famous movie actress and a television journalist. It was confusing at first, until she realized that each of the women wore an emerald broach, or an emerald necklace, or had some piece of emerald jewelry on. Apparently she wasn't the only young woman who was living out a submissive fantasy that night. The women, in varying stages of undress, were trying to use their garments as a rope to capture a small dog that playfully held the key to their cell in its mouth. Amy recalled seeing a similar scene on the pirate ride, where the pirates tried to entice a small dog into giving them the key to release them from a burning jail. But of course in this version, the proud women were being forced to strip to capture the dog. Each woman would tie her garments together, using a shoe or some other heavy item to weight the end of the rope in an effort to snare the dog. But the clever dog would always jump on the garment and cause it to tear, or unknot it with his paws, or otherwise destroy the lifeline. Then he would drop the key and playfully take the torn garment over to the courtyard well and drop it in. Then he would gleefully trot back to the front of the cell, pick up the key again, and, with tail wagging, wait for the next woman to strip. To the dog, the women's ordeal was just an exciting game of tug of war, no different than a game of catch. But, to the women, it was the most sexually humiliating experience of their lives. They blushed hotly and sobbed in misery as the clever pooch slowly stripped them. But what choice did they have? When the pirates arrived, they would be stripped anyway; at least this way they had a chance of escape. Each woman knew that, if the pirates caught them, they would have to face the shame and humiliation of the dreaded block. The scene before her was so strange that Amy almost lost control of the rope between her now soaking wet thighs. It took her several minutes to manoeuvre the curtain back up into position. She was starting to work on the knot on her wrists when she was again distracted by the sound of the dog yelping in the yard. The movie actress Amy had spotted earlier had ensnared one of the dog's paws and was now dragging the howling pooch closer to the cage. The woman, naked except for her white cotton drawers, had a look of grim satisfaction on her face as she dragged the helpless dog forward. But, just as she reached down for him, the clever mutt shook his head and flung the key in his mouth away from the cage. The actress grabbed the dog, but cooler heads prevailed, and the other women prevented her from sending the pooch to doggie heaven. The clever dog had flung the key behind the well, which meant the women could not use their remaining clothing to snare it. The mangy mutt was still their only hope. So after several minutes of stroking the dog, and giving him little doggie treats, and trying to win his love, the desperate women released him. The dog immediately scampered back to get the key. Then he planted himself about twenty feet in front of the portion of the cell where the half-naked movie star stood and began barking furiously. Several of the other women started to strip and tried to ensnare the dog, but he totally ignored them and focused his attention on the blushing, angry actress, who was standing in front of the dog with her arms folded over her bare breasts. Amy had read an article about the movie star in the paper just that morning. The beautiful actress had just signed a multi-million dollar deal, rumored to be the largest in motion picture history. The deal made her the most powerful woman in Hollywood and gave her complete creative control over all of her projects. And, of course, it contained a strict clause that guaranteed that the beautiful actress would never have to appear naked in a film. Amy knew what the star was thinking. She had become a world-famous star without taking off her clothes, and she was damned if she was going to be stripped naked by some stupid dog. But the dog ignored the other women and deliberately stood far enough away to make snaring him hopeless. He was not going to play until the woman who had almost strangled him was made to pay for her misdeed by surrendering her last remaining garment. The star glared at the happy dog with undisguised hatred. The other women were yelling at her now, telling her to "drop your drawers -- before the pirates do it for you!" The furiously blushing actress turned crimson as she undid the bow on her pantaloons and let them slide down her long, luscious legs. The dog started to do a triumphal little dance in front of the cage, and the actress wadded her pants up and threw them at the dog in frustration, still cursing in disbelief that she had just been stripped butt-naked by a DOG. The dog's tail wagged happily as he watched the frilly drawers float happily to the bottom of the well. The scene was so bizarre -- and the dog's triumph so complete -- that Amy started to have a series of orgasms, each more powerful than the last. She was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't even feel the rope slip from between her thighs or see the sheer curtain slowly fluttering down. When her eyes finally opened, she realized that she had just had a series of orgasms in front of the entire town. She could see the people in the street staring up at her and the pirates jeering at her naked, shuddering body. The pirates had taken control of the town, although they hadn't reached her palace yet. She looked down to the market and saw the pirate chief had already prepared the auction block for the day's catch. The cruel smile on his lips told Amy that he had seen her orgasm in the window and was already assessing the price she would bring. Amy looked on in horror as the pirate mounted his horse and galloped with his men toward her palace. She imagined the horror of watching each of the women in the yard auctioned off first before her turn came.... BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Amy awoke, startled at the sound of her alarm clock. She was back in her hotel room, a million miles away from the burning town and the auction block. The sopping wetness between her legs was the only indication of what had just happened. She felt her neck; the necklace was gone. She looked in the mirror and saw she was once again dressed in her frumpy nightshirt. Though she desperately wanted to touch herself, she couldn't spare the time right then; she was determined to be at the park when it opened. She had to get that necklace. Forty minutes later, she was pounding on the door of the gift shop, desperate for it to open. Frustrated, she decided to kill a few minutes by taking the ride again. The ride progressed as normal, until Amy reached the auction scene. For a brief moment, time itself seemed to stop, and she heard the auctioneer's cruel voice inside her head.... "You're not the first woman from your century to feel the shame and humiliation of my auction block, and you won't be the last," the voice said. "You think you're special, but you're just another pretty slut in my coffle now, good for a toss in the hay and a few gold coins in my purse. "Your fancy education and modern ways won't help you on the block, my pretty. The stones of the auction block are worn smooth with the dainty feet of sassy career women like you, and, when I rip off your bed sheet and leave you naked as a jaybird, the crowd won't be thinking about medical degrees or women's rights." "You won't strip me...totally naked...will you?" Amy pleaded. "Cows and sheep are auctioned naked. Why not you?" the pirate sneered. "Just because a piglet can stand on two legs instead of four and can snort and squeal about her rights is no reason to give her fancy drawers. Livestock is always auctioned naked. The buyers have every right to see the goods. "That's right, my pretty," the pirate continued in his cruel, raspy voice. "I'll strip you bare naked, same as all the rest. I've put professors, politicians, and princesses on the block, and their liberated ways and fancy degrees don't make them any less naked...or make them blush less. "I'll have a fit price for you, my stuck up little doxy, and, if that means that you have to bend and spread, kneel and squat, laugh and prance, then so be it. When I crack the whip you'll dance a jig, same as all the rest. So don't be thinking I'll go easy because you have the word "Doctor" in front of your name. You're just another little vixen now, with her legs spread nice and wide for the crowd to chuckle at. I'll be waiting for you tonight, my proud beauty, and we'll continue where we left off." The ride continued, and Amy awoke as if from a dream. The rest of the ride was normal, except for the way Amy flushed when she passed the scene of the small dog teasing the pirates with the key to their prison. As soon as the ride was over, Amy raced into the gift shop. To her relief, the same clerk was waiting behind the counter with her arms folded. The woman had a smug, "I-told-you-so" look on her face, but Amy ignored her and quickly slapped her platinum card on the counter. "Would you like me to wrap it?" the clerk asked, slyly. "Uh...no.... I'll wear it out," Amy said. "Be careful, my dear. There are some college football players outside the front door, and I told them that there was a cute little red-headed groupie who would do ANYTHING for their autographs," the clerk said, mischievously. "I told them that you were traveling alone and might want to join their tour group. I told them that you were having a hard time reading the park map and needed some big strong men to tell you what to do." "I can read a map!" Amy replied, angrily. "And I certainly don't need a bunch of football jocks bossing me around all day." "The beauty of the necklace is that it adjusts the woman to meet the situation," the clerk explained. "The necklace knows that the boys are expecting some air-headed floozy, and that's what it'll give them. Of course, deep inside, you'll still burn with indignation as they order you about, and squeeze your bottom, and treat you like a piece of meat; that is what will make your helplessness so DELICIOUS." Amy felt her face burn with shame as she imagined herself transformed into everything she hated for the amusement of the Neanderthal jocks. But she was curious about what she would look like when she put on the necklace. She had worn boring khakis and a conservative white blouse, with sensible loafers. How would the necklace dress her for the college boys? Amy took a deep breath, put on the necklace, and walked over to the mirror. Her jaw dropped. The woman in the mirror was wearing a bright yellow bikini top and a short denim skirt that barely covered her yellow bikini panties. Her red hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing a cap with the team's logo on the front. White athletic socks and cheap sneakers completed the outfit. Amy admired herself in the mirror and blew a bubble with the huge wad of bubble gum in her mouth. Had she been chewing gum before? She was pleased that her outfit was so sexy, but it was too trashy to wear in public. She shuddered as she imagined the lustful male looks and the hateful glares from their wives as she pranced around the park dressed like a horny coed on the prowl. She tried to undo the clasp on the necklace, intending to return herself to her ordinary appearance. But the clasp wouldn't budge. She tried to pull it off, but it was far stronger than her lovely neck, and she soon gave it up in helpless frustration. "It's a voodoo spell, dear," the salesclerk said, gently. "You couldn't get it off with a blowtorch. The necklace won't let you take it off until your 'adventure' for the day is over." Amy stared in disbelief. She was going to be an air-headed bimbo all day, and there was nothing she could do about it. "I think I'd better take your purse, dear," the clerk said, soothingly, unhooking the purse from Amy's arm. "I don't think a girl as dull as you are should be carrying around this much money. In the morning, when the necklace comes undone, you can pick it up in lost and found." "But I have dinner reservations," Amy protested, barely remembering her reservations at the elegant French restaurant outside the park. "How will I pay for my food?" "The boys will tell you what to eat, and when," the clerk replied. "I'm sure they'll let you mooch off them, if you earn your supper." Amy felt herself blushing at the thought of bartering for a hot dog with the horny boys. She had a feeling it might be the most expensive meal of her life. "But what about my room key?" she said, hesitantly. She felt her mind becoming muddled. It was increasingly difficult to remember even what else was in her purse. "I'm sure the boys will have some ideas about where you should sleep tonight," the clerk said with a wink. "So you'd better be nice to them." "If I go out another exit...I may be able to miss...them," Amy said, taxing her dulling wits to their fullest in a desperate attempt to find a way out. "I can't remember what door you said they were outside of." "Don't worry, dear, I'll make sure you go out the right door," the clerk said, helpfully. "Now why don't you just play with this shiny little coin while I go ring up your final purchase of the day?" She handed Amy a shiny plastic doubloon. A bag of the cheap trinkets sold for 50 cents, but Amy smiled with delight as she looked at the brightly colored coin. "Can I keep it....PLEASE?" Amy whined. "Of course, my dear," the clerk said with a cruel smile. "Just put it in your pocket before anyone sees you." Amy stupidly looked around the store and then greedily stuck the coin in her pocket. In a few seconds, she forgot it was there and found her attention drawn to a comic book on the shelf. The clerk smiled as she took Amy's purse and platinum card into the back room. At the end of the day she would call her friend in security, and explain that some red-headed coed in a yellow bikini top had just stolen a cheap coin to impress the boys she was with. The coin was too cheap to press charges over, but cuffing the little tramp in the middle of the park and parading her through to the security office would be a good lesson for her. Once in custody she knew the horny guards would perform a full cavity search on the weeping, penitent girl. The clerk smiled as she imagined Amy blushing and squirming as she stripped and squatted in front of the grinning football players and the male security officers. After a few seconds, Amy put the comic book down. It had too many big words, and why would she want to read? She felt a brief sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she realized how quickly her intelligence and independence were slipping away. But then that too faded. Alone in the shop, she took a moment to examine her surroundings. Like the ride, the shop was carefully themed, and she noticed that the black stones she was standing on were identical to those that formed the auction block in the attraction. The stones, held together by mortar, looked like their surfaces had been worn smooth by years of traffic. Whatever her adventures were today, Amy knew she could return to the world of the pirates when she fell asleep tonight. She would be an intelligent, dignified, and refined young lady once again. Of course, the swaggering auctioneer would be waiting for her, anxious to strip away her dignity, her pride, her clothing.... Amy slipped her sandals off and gingerly stepped onto the smooth stone block. A chill ran up her legs as she felt her bare feet press against the cold, unforgiving stone.... Edited by C. Lakewood