Luke's wife, Amber, was so overwhelmed from her experience in The Dungeon that she didn't even notice the gorgeous Japanese teenager in a man's silk shirt who clung to her husband's arm and followed him everywhere. She had staggered out of The Dungeon, where Luke, Chad and Miki met her. And now she was letting them lead her, glassy eyed, towards the other side of the main floor of the Platinum Palace. At least she had her clothes back on, with her Platinum Pass Member's badge out and hanging around her neck. She was nearly in shock.
They were heading for The Food Court. When Chad had suggested the Food Court, Luke had said, "Are you out of your fucking mind? We just got Amber out of that room of nightmares and you want to take us into another one of these insane fucking chambers of horrors? What the fuck do they do in the Food Court, torture one another with Twinkies? Jesus!"
Chad had looked at Luke with rapidly waning patience. In fact he'd had about enough of Luke. But he'd developed quite a fondness for Amber, and then there was the delectable Miki, so he decided to stick with the group for a bit longer. Besides, it was good customer service and Management liked that sort of thing. Chad had a good sense for picking out guests that might come under Management's attention - for good or for bad. "Luke, calm down," Chad had said in a very slow, calm and patient voice. "It's not like that. It's not one of the rooms - it's a Food Court. You know: soft drinks, sandwiches, bad hamburgers and overcooked french fries. Even Platinum Pass Members need to eat. So we have a Food Court here in the Palace. Got it? I really think we need to regroup, get you all something to eat - or you're going to be useless looking for your daughter. Amber's practically in shock."
Luke had stared at Chad for a long second before he finally said "Okay. Fine, you're right. Food, coffee, really, really need some coffee. And maybe some protein. Definitely some protein."
So they headed to another corner of the main floor, pushing through a door and down a long corridor until they came to a door clearly marked as the Food Court.
The room was big, crowded and noisy. The cheap fluorescent lighting was overly bright. The tables and chairs were brightly colored, molded hard plastic. Cafeteria-style food service stations took up about a third of the room. In short, it was exactly what you'd expect from a food court in an amusement park. Exactly what you'd expect - until you noticed that the people who were bussing tables and the people behind the service counters were all naked.
Chad led the group over to one of the plastic tables and helped shell-shocked Amber into a seat. At his suggestion, Luke went off to get them all some food, with Miki close at his heels. Ten minutes later, he and Miki returned with two trays piled high with burgers, fries, shakes, onion rings and one gigantic cup of coffee.
Amber was still staring vacantly into space as Luke and Miki joined the table. But the smell of french fries, one of her favorite vices, began to revive her. She finally looked down at the food and tasted one of the warm fries, then looked about the big cafeteria. She seemed only half-aware of where she was, but at least she was tracking the food. Mechanically, she ate another fry, then took a big gulp of her chocolate shake and picked up her hamburger. She stared at the burger for a moment like she was trying to remember what it was before she took a small bite. The taste seemed to revive her even more. That's when her eyes finally seemed to come into complete focus. Unfortunately, what she took in with those eyes was Miki - sitting across the table from her in her ridiculously sexy silk shirt, and nothing else. Miki sat as close to Luke as she could get, pressed against his side, absently sucking her milkshake through a straw and looking up adoringly into his face. Luke was clueless - intent on his hamburger and his precious cup of java. Amber's eyes went wide.
Amber was just about to say something when a very pretty young waitress, naked as the day she was born, sidled up to the table. She spoke to Luke and only to Luke, who looked up with surprise. "Oh, sir," she said, "is there ANYTHING else I can get you!" The girl practically purred and she exuded sexual availability as she leaned in close to give Luke a good look at her very attractive breasts.
Before Luke could say a word, Miki was out of her seat. She raced around Luke to push herself between her Master and the naked waitress. She bared her pretty little teeth and hissed at the girl, sticking out her chest and rising up to her full four foot six stature. The girl took a frightened step backwards at which point Miki turned her body to put her arms protectively around Luke's shoulders, never taking her lovely eyes off of the offending waitress.
Chad looked from Luke to Miki to the waitress to Amber and back to Luke, then sat back in his chair with a huge grin. This was going to be good!
Amber glared at the pretty waitress, who now realized that there were two females at the table who were on the edge of pulling their claws out. As quickly as she could, she retreated into the crowd. In a flash Amber's attention switched to the little teen Japanese girl who was draped over her husband and looked like she was about to climb in his lap. Her brows knitted together and she started to turn an interesting shade of crimson as she prepared to explode.
"WHO. THE FUCK. IS THAT?!" Amber asked in a voice that chilled the room for twenty feet in every direction.
Luke had to jerk his eyes away from his pretty teen submissive and when he saw the look on Amber's face his blood went cold. "Oh. Oh shit, uh, uh, Amber?" he stammered. He tried to gently disentangle himself from Miki, but the little girl had fixed Amber with a nasty scowl and she was clinging like a monkey. "Um, this is Miki?" he finally managed to say.
"AND WHAT. THE FUCK. IS A MIKI?" Amber said. She didn't raise her voice, but the power of each word struck Luke like a physical blow. People were getting up from nearby tables and moving towards safety. Even Chad was ready to bolt if he needed to.
"Sweetie, wait it's not like it appears... Well, okay, maybe, sort of, but you don't understa... The fuck! Jesus, Amber, put that down! Shit!"
Most of Amber's milkshake was now splashed across Luke's chest, with much of it splashed across Miki as well. Amber came at them like a tigress over the top of the table as hamburgers and fries went flying. She snatched a second milkshake out of Chad's hands and flung it wildly at Luke and Miki, dumping the contents over their heads. As she launched herself off of the table, aiming for Luke's throat, she upended his coffee, sending the scalding contents into his lap.
"Jesus!" Luke yelled, and then he couldn't yell any more. He and Amber and Miki all went pitching over the back of the seat. Amber's hands were latched around Luke's throat and Miki was thrown to one side. The entire table pitched in the opposite direction, crashing to the floor and smashing the bench seat on the opposite side where Amber had been sitting.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Amber said after she and Luke rolled over once and she came out on top, straddling him. She used her grip to bang his milkshake-coated head against the floor once, before she lost her grip from the slickness of the mess. And then she was thrown off of Luke when a small Japanese torpedo unexpectedly tackled her. The two females immediately became entangled in one another's hair and clothes - scratching, biting and tearing at anything they could get a hold of.
Luke came up blinking and coughing, trying to get in a lungful of air. He wiped milkshake from his face, then looked stupidly at the tangle of sopping women battling on the floor. Miki's silk shirt was in tatters and her stunning body was exposed to all. Amber's blouse was ripped open in the front and even as Luke gaped he saw Miki grab her bra and tear it away. The two rolled over again, putting Amber back on top and then she was smashing the bun of a hamburger into Miki's pretty little face. They were both screaming and thrashing - exchanging vicious scratches and blows and grinding a disgusting mass of food and milkshake into the Food Court carpet.
Two men in a park uniforms came rushing up to the scene of the intense catfight. One of them pulled Amber off of Miki and the other immediately grabbed Miki as she bounced to her feet, ready to go on the attack.
Chad was sitting on his ass on the floor about five feet away, laughing his head off. "The fuck, Chad?" the man holding Amber said to him. "What is this shit, man?"
Before Chad could answer, Luke jumped to his feet. He almost fell down again when he slipped on a mass of french fries coated in milkshake, but he managed to stay up. With what small amount of dignity he could muster he jumped in between the two females, who were both still struggling to get out of the grasp of the strong park employees.
"Miki!" Luke said sternly. "Stop fighting, right now. Stand still. Don't do anything."
Miki immediately stopped fighting to get free, but she scowled and looked down at the floor. Her expected "Yes, Master," was delivered with an uncharacteristic growl of annoyance.
Amber also froze in place, but then she hissed at her husband, "Did she just call you Master? You ASSHOLE! You fucking DIPSHIT! WHAT. THE. FUCK?!"
"Amber! Please, please, just calm down. Look - we can talk this all through later, Sweetie, I promise." Luke talked fast, stepping up to look his gorgeous wife in the eyes. "Come on, we've all been through a lot. But please, let's just take this all somewhere private. You really don't want to do this in front of all these people."
And indeed, there were nearly thirty people standing silently in a large circle around Luke's group. Even the naked dolls/servers were gaping openly at the scene. But it was just the thing to get Amber to snap out of her jealous rage - the humiliation of being covered from head to toe in slop, with her breasts bared, in front of an audience. "Oh my god," she said and she pulled her filthy blouse closed to cover herself. A moment of intense panic flashed through her brain as she remembered that only half an hour earlier she'd been in the Dungeon, doing unspeakably depraved things in front of another audience. She turned bright red with the deepest embarrassment of her life.
It was clear that the catfight was over, at least for the time being, and Chad finally weighed in. "It's fine guys, you can let them go, I'll take it from here."
"You'd better," one of the men said sternly to Chad. "Management isn't going to like this kind of disturbance."
"Leave Management to me, Ben," Chad shot back. "Just go arrange a private room for Luke's group - right now! I'll bring them down in a jiffy. Go on!"
With no love lost, the two park employees left, with Luke and Chad both standing between Miki and Amber just to be safe. But Amber was too busy trying to cover herself up with her ruined blouse to do anything violent. And Miki, true to her place, stood stock still waiting for her Master's instructions, despite that fact that she was once again, practically nude in front of all those people. And most of the men in the crowd were quite appreciative of the look, even with milkshake dripping from her long black hair.
Chad turned to Luke, but before he could speak yet another park employee stepped up, holding a clip board. "I'm very sorry, sir," the man said. "But this level of wanton destruction and disaster simply cannot be ignored. I apologize most profusely, but I am going to have to charge your party three credits!"
"Three!" Chad said. "Come on, Jeff, isn't that a little steep?"
"Three credits!" the man spat back and gave Chad a withering look.
"Whatever!" Luke said. "I just need to get us somewhere where we can clean up." He showed his Platinum Pass Member's badge to the man, who quickly scanned it.
Fifteen minutes later, the bedraggled group was in a private room - a room identical to the one Miki and Luke had enjoyed earlier in the day. Amber gasped at the sight of the bondage horse, and she jerked away from Chad when he tried to comfort her. At least she didn't start screaming at him again. She scowled at Miki nonstop and the little girl scowled right back and insisted on staying at Luke's side at all times. He finally had to tell Miki to sit on the bed and not move.
Chad was dispatched to get all three of them some new clothes - as the clothes they were wearing (in one case barely wearing) were clearly ruined. There was an argument about who should shower first. Amber wouldn't leave Luke alone with Miki, Luke wouldn't leave the two cat-fighting women to their own devices and Miki didn't want to be out of Luke's sight (and would just as soon the two of them showered together anyway). The only solution was for Luke to order Miki into the shower, hoping that Chad would be back to chaperone when either he or Amber went to get cleaned up.
Fortunately, Chad returned quickly with new clothes for all. Unfortunately, Chad was the one who had picked out the clothes. Anyone who really knew Chad would not have given him that particular job. At least they all managed to get cleaned up, and even eat something, since Chad was thoughtful enough to bring back sandwiches with the clothes. And a cup of coffee for Luke. Perhaps he was trying to make up for the outfits. Probably not.
Amber's new outfit was a ridiculously short, form-fitting clubbing dress - black and shiny, with full length sleeves. The neckline plunged all the way down between her ample breasts and then opened wider to reveal her bare stomach around her petite belly button. In addition, the dress had no back all the way down to just above the crack of her lovely round ass. A couple of tiny chains held the dress together in the front and back and it looked like it would fall off of her at any moment. The skirt of the dress was just barely long enough to cover Amber's ass and she certainly didn't dare bend over. She was barely decent in the garment! Chad had also brought Amber a pair of knee-high black velvet come-fuck-me high heeled boots that caressed her shapely calves. All-in-all she was a wonder to behold, incredibly sexy. Amber looked at herself in the full-length mirror and gasped, but then she bit her lip and turned from side to side to admire herself and enjoy the way the two men in the room were staring at her. Amber had always enjoyed looking hot.
Luke, in jeans and a polo shirt, looked from his gorgeous, sexy wife to Chad, back to his wife, then back to Chad. "Really?" he said to Chad, who was grinning wickedly and admiring the outfit like a wolf.
And that's when things took a turn for the worse. Before Chad could answer Luke, and just as Amber turned to smile at her two admirers, Miki stepped out of the bathroom in her new outfit.
"Oh, shit," Luke said, very quietly.
Miki's outfit was identical to Amber's. And if anything, despite her much smaller breasts, the thirteen-year-old was even sexier than Amber in the crazy, revealing club dress.
After a few seconds of open-mouthed staring, back and forth between the two goddesses, Luke turned to Chad and said: "What the fuck is wrong with you? Jesus!"
"Hey, chill! It was all I could find."
"Oh yeah, sure, obviously. Jesus! This is so fucked up."
"And hey," Chad said, "I got you a good deal too. Just two credits. Huh-oh, whoah, ladies!"
Amber and Miki were staring daggers at one another, clearly just about to launch themselves at one another's throats. Luke jumped between them. "Whoah, whoah, stop!"
"I am NOT going out there with her dressed like that - the little slut!" Amber growled.
"Master, please, make the old woman go away!" Miki whined.
"Did you just call me... I am going to tear you..."
"STOP!" Luke yelled and gripped each female by a shoulder to keep them apart. "Amber!" he said fixing his wife with a stern gaze. "Our job is to find Alicia, right now. No fighting or complaining. We have to find Alicia. And Miki has to come with us." Turning to Miki he said, "No fighting, be good, don't say ANYTHING to Amber. Behave!"
Both women snorted, but they backed off at the vehemence of Luke's demands. In fact, both of them had experienced an unexpected electric thrill when Luke was so forceful. Luke sighed heavily. This was NOT going to be easy.
When Luke's group walked back out onto the main floor of the Platinum Palace, where the crowds had gotten much thicker, it was no surprise that they were greeted with amazed stares and an ever expanding susurrus of wonder. The two women who jealously crowded Luke from each side were slack-jaw stunning - and the similarities and differences between them were fascinating. It was particularly surprising to many of the gawkers that one, and only one of the two amazing women was wearing a Platinum Pass Members badge on the sleeve of her arm.
But the group, or at least half of the group, had a renewed determination to hunt down and rescue poor little Alicia - hopefully before something truly horrible happened to her. And they all knew just how many horrible things there were in the evil Platinum Palace. At least they thought they knew.
It was decided that they would stay together, despite the fact that Luke and Amber could cover more ground quickly if they split up. It was just the shower dilemma all over again. So they headed up to the observation level and once again Luke decided that heading in the direction of the Pigsty and Toilet didn't make sense. At the top of the stairs he turned right and made a beeline for the observation window of the Dentist Office.
"Look, Amber - I doubt she's in here," Luke said, "but we have to look. At least, one of us does. Really, I suggest you not look, okay. I promise I'll be quick." Luke was pretty sure he could hit the button to make the window transparent, check quickly to make sure Alicia wasn't there and then pull himself away without getting dragged into the horrifying scenes that might be showing down in the dental chairs. Pretty sure, but not certain. He hit the button and braced himself.
"OH MY GOD!" Amber screamed at what she saw. "Are they, are they... oh my, OH MY GOD!"
Luke slammed his palm down on the button and the screen blessedly went opaque again. He'd completely forgotten that Amber had a real phobia about dentists! "Jesus!" he said. All three chairs had been occupied. But thankfully none of them had been occupied by his precious ten-year-old daughter. The best thing he could think of was to hustle down to the next observation window - one he'd never experienced before.
Amber was once again a bit glassy-eyed, shocked from the evil depravity she'd witnessed down in the Dentist Office. She wobbled on her high heels. Chad was more than happy to put an arm around her and help her follow Luke and Miki towards the next big window.
Half a dozen people were already gathered around the window and they were laughing. Luke's party heard one of them say, "Oh my god, that's so clever! Oh god, just imagine her showing that to all of her friends - or the football team."
Luke pulled up before they got to where they could look down through the window. "Uh, Chad, um, what is this room?" he asked.
Chad snickered. "Ha, one of my favorites - always good for a laugh. It's the Tattoo Parlor, man."
"The Tattoo Parlor?" Luke said. "What the fu...? I mean, why would people want to have a tattoo parlor in this crazy place?" Luke didn't seem to notice that Chad had a firm grip around his wife's small waist.
"Just go see for yourself, man. You'll love it!"
Luke took the last few steps to look down into the Tattoo Parlor with Miki clinging to his arm. Chad and Amber stepped up behind them.
Down in the room there were four padded tables, sort of like massage tables. At the second table from the left a nice looking brunette girl, about sixteen years old, was lying on her side with her head propped up on one arm. A man with a Platinum Pass badge was standing nearby, examining the work of another man who wore a park uniform. The park employee sat on a stool next to the girl and brandished a tattoo gun. With the tattoo artist working on the girl's right thigh Luke could only see part of her, but he could see a cap covering her head, with several wires coming out of it that were connected to a device under the table. A few feet past the girl, a television screen was showing what appeared to be a closeup of a tattoo artist just putting the finishing touches on an elaborate dragon tattoo. The dragon wrapped around someone's thigh, with its head resting on the outside hip; staring out from the screen. On the screen, the lower hem of a pair of jean shorts was pulled up high on the leg and ass to make room for the horns of the elaborate dragon - and Luke realized that the jeans perfectly matched the jean shorts he could see on the girl on the table. And the motions of the tattoo artist on the screen seemed to match the motions of the artist working on the thigh of the live girl. He realized that the girl on the table was carefully watching a live feed of what the tattoo artist was actively inking on her thigh.
Luke looked at Chad with puzzlement. He didn't get it - it was just some girl getting a tattoo. A very nice tattoo, admittedly, but still just a tattoo.
"Just keep watching," Chad said with a wry smile.
Luke looked back just as the tattoo artist finished and stepped back to reveal the girl's bare thigh. The girl on the table looked down at her thigh and suddenly said, "Oh, my god, it's so beautiful, it's so perfect. Oh thank you, thank you! I can't wait to show it to everyone! Even daddy has to admit how wonderful it is! Oh thank you!"
There was just one problem - the tattoo now adorning the girl's right thigh and hip wasn't a beautiful, elaborate dragon. Instead, it was a very nicely done inscription - all in a large, strong cursive hand. It said, "Make me your cum slut. I promise I'll swallow!"
"Ooh, very nice!" Chad said as the other onlookers once again burst into giggles. Then he too, laughed out loud.
"What the fuck, Chad? I don't get it." Luke said.
"Come on - it's obvious, man. See, the girl is convinced she just got a crazy nice dragon tattooed on her thigh. Every time she looks at it she's going to see that dragon. And she loves it, man. She probably thinks it's her fucking spirit animal. I mean, she's really into it and proud of it. She's going to want to show it to everybody!"
"But, it's not a dragon," Luke said slowly and then he got it. "Oh, Jesus! She's going to show that awful thing to people! She said she wanted to show her father! Oh fuck, she is so screwed."
"Oh, that's only half of it!" Chad said, fighting against his giggles. "Whatever the tattoo says - she's got to do it! That little girl is gonna be swallowing a lot of cum for the next six or seven weeks - until that tattoo fades. They're not permanent, by the way. And the best part is - even though she won't want to do it she'll get off on it, every time!"
"Oh Jesus, that's, that's... Oh Jesus!" Luke said.
Even as Luke spluttered, the girl was getting off of the table and smiling warmly at the man with the Platinum Member's badge. Then she turned her side to him and hiked up the edge of her jean shorts a bit to show him her tattoo. She was beaming with happiness.
The man admired the girl's tattoo for a moment, then leaned into her to whisper in her ear. The girls eyes went wide with shock, but she immediately dropped to her knees in front of the man. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, then pulled out a cock that was already three-fourths erect. She looked at the big cock with terror on her face and she shook her head back and forth, silently pleading 'no, no, no.' But as soon as the man entwined his fingers into her thick brunette hair she opened her lips and began to lick the underside of his cock, quickly bringing on a full-fledged erection. The man moaned and pulled her face tighter to his groin.
"You know," Chad said calmly - most of his laughter abated, "a lot of the dolls end up here just before they get their new memories and are sent home. The tattoo conditioning is compatible with the memory implants, so whatever they're inked with goes home with them. Yeah, I know, we can use the memory implants to leave them with any post-compulsion suggestion we want. But you'd be surprised how many Platinum Members love being the ones to choose whatever weird compulsion a doll is going to go home with."
The teen down in the Tattoo Parlor had her lips around the head of the man's cock. He was clearly reveling in the sensation of her tongue circling his cock head over and over.
Chad continued his monologue. "Man, I've seen some really great ones! There was this one guy, a couple of weeks ago, so funny. He thought he had a really macho tattoo of a mermaid on his bicep - turns out it's a tattoo that says he'll let you fuck his daughter for ten bucks! Ha! God, that girl is probably still on her back."
The teenager took the man deeper into her mouth. He gripped her hair with both hands and started thrusting his hips forward. He fucked in and out of her mouth, deeper and deeper, until the girl was gagging on every thrust.
"You'd be surprised, Luke," Chad continued. "There are even guys who bring their own wives or daughters in here to get tattoos before they head home. Really crazy stuff!"
Luke watched wide eyed. The man down in the Tattoo Parlor mouth-fucked the pretty brunette teenager and Chad filled Luke's mind with horrifying, but erotic, visions of people sent home from the amusement park only to continue their debasement in ways they couldn't control. As he watched, two more glassy-eyed dolls were led into the room, one a young man in his early twenties and the other a teenage girl. The young man wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. The teen girl was wearing a hot school-girl uniform, complete with Mary Janes and ankle socks. Her skirt was at least four inches too short and her sweater two sizes too tight. There was something familiar about the girl, but Luke didn't notice. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl at table number two who was helplessly letting a man rape her mouth.
"Oh my god, oh my god, Luke, it's Briana, or Brittany, or... It doesn't matter, that's Zoey's sister!" Amber was practically yelling in Luke's ear.
But Luke was mesmerized. He couldn't help but imagine how good it must feel to be embedded in the teenager's throat. The look of panic and helplessness on her face was incredibly erotic. Amber would almost never blow him - and never like this. In his mind the girl on her knees WAS Amber, or was she Miki, or was she Alicia, his sweet, innocent Alicia...
"Luke! It's Zoey's sister!"
The man down in the Tattoo Parlor grunted and threw his head back. He rammed into the pretty teen with extreme force, then he pulled out and pumped his slimy cock with his fist as he shot rope after rope of thick jism into the girl's mouth. And amazingly, as she was orally defiled, the poor girl suddenly climaxed. One hand was deep in her shorts, working her young cunt. Her whole body shook as her mouth was filled to overflowing with hot cum and she experienced, very obviously, a huge orgasm. She continued to shake uncontrollably as she visibly swallowed every drop of her Platinum Pass tormentor's seed.
"Luke!"
Luke felt a sharp, painful slap to the back his head. He tore his eyes from the scene below. Amber was scowling at him. "What? Sorry, what?" Luke had to shake his head to clear it of the incredible scene below. "What?"
"That girl, there, sitting on the third table, she's Zoey's sister!" Amber declared. "Maybe she knows where Alicia is!"
"Oh! Damn. We have to talk to her. I'll go, you wait here." Luke turned to race back towards the stairs.
"Luke, wait," Amber said.
"Master!" Miki cried.
Luke stopped and realized he couldn't just dash off. He turned to Chad. "You gotta help me. Will you please take care of them while I'm gone? Do you promise?"
"Of course, man, of course," Chad answered as he put his arm back around Amber's slender waist and reached out to take Miki by the hand.
"Master! No!" Miki said.
"Miki, you have to stay here and do whatever Chad says! I have to go." Luke didn't see Miki stiffen with fright as he dashed back the way the group had come.
As soon as Luke was out of sight, Chad said, "You know, Amber, Luke's going to be awhile and there's nothing really to see here." Indeed, the cum slut teen from down below was being led away and the two new arrivals were just sitting on their tables, glassy-eyed and waiting. "Maybe we should go on down to the next window and keep looking for your daughter."
"Oh! Yes, that's a great idea. Thanks!"
Miki didn't want to go and she resisted Chad's pull, but when he ordered her, she was compelled to follow him and the trio headed down to the next big window.
"Now, this is an interesting room, Amber," Chad said. "Not really my thing, but I think you might like it."
"Oh my god, how could I like anything in this horrible place!?" Amber shot back.
"I don't know, you seemed to be having a pretty good time down in the Dungeon."
Amber turned bright red and shivered, but she didn't say anything back.
"Okay, here we are," Chad said as they arrived at the big opaque window. "This room is called the Petting Zoo."
"The what?" Amber asked. "I mean, the Petting Zoo? You have animals in here?"
"Ah, no, that's not exactly what this room is. It's a little more complicated than that. Here, let me make the window transparent and then I can explain." Chad pressed the button and suddenly they could all see down into a large room.
"Oh! Oh goodness," Amber squawked. No one was actively using the room, but there were still half a dozen people down there - all of them dolls and all of them naked. They sat, unmoving along a bench on the left side of the room. Here and there around the room, wooden boxes overflowed with some kind of costumes that Amber couldn't quite make out. There seemed to be a lot of fake fur. The boxes were painted bright colors, like something from a children's room, and each had a word painted on the side - DOGS, CATS, FOXES, COWS, BEARS and on and on. For some unexplained reason none of the boxes were labeled PIGS.
As Amber, Chad and Miki watched, a pair of Platinum Pass Members strolled into the room - a tall middle aged man, well built, with a good head of salt and pepper hair and a somewhat shorter woman of about the same age with died brown hair. They looked like they'd just stepped out of a tennis club. They walked over to a girl of about seventeen, with short dirty blonde hair and large breasts. She stared forward with no comprehension in her eyes, but when the man took her hand she stood and followed as the man and woman led her over to the blue box marked COWS.
"Do you see Alicia?" Chad asked, even though he could see that no child of Alicia's description was in the room. Amber just shook her head.
The Platinum Pass woman rummaged in the box and pulled out a long slinky garment, all white and black. The teen dutifully lifted one leg, then the other as the man and woman began to dress her. The garment enveloped her shapely legs. As the man held the costume up in front of the girl, she slipped her arms in the sleeves. Amber gasped when she saw that both the arms and legs of the garment ended up in hooves, completely encasing the girl's hands and feet. It gave Amber a shudder to understand that the teen wouldn't be able to use her hands once she was dressed in the costume. She also felt the initial tingling of arousal between her legs as she watched the woman fit holes in the garment around the teens large breasts, then push the costume over her shoulders before stepping behind her to zip it up the back.
The teenager was completely encased in a tight fitting cow-suit. She was still glassy-eyed, but the second the suit was zipped tight - all the way up to her chin - she dropped to all fours and stayed there, patiently, as the man rummaged in the big blue box. The suit was white, with big black spots and covered the girl from chin to toes except for the two holes that form-fitted tightly around her sizable breasts, letting them dangle below her like udders. There were also small openings just over her sex and her rectum.
Amber couldn't understand why the sight of the girl in the cow costume was making her feel so strange, but it was undeniable. She had a terrible urge to go down and pet the child! And so she gasped out loud when she saw the man pull the cow mask out of the box. A jolt of unwanted lust zipped through her body.
"So, you like the Petting Zoo, Amber?" Chad said into Amber's ear. He startled her out of her fixation. "Maybe you'd like to go down and pick out a doll to dress up?"
"Oh my god, no, that would be.. that would.. No, no, I couldn't possibly."
"Oh course, there are Platinum Members who actually like to try out the costumes themselves, especially if there's a doll they can dress up similarly. Maybe you'd like to dress up as a cat. I bet you'd make a really hot feline, Amber," Chad said. "Can't you see yourself in a really tight cat suit, with a tail up your..."
"No! Oh god, no!" Amber barked at Chad, but then fell silent as she watched the man down on the floor pulling the helmet-like cow mask over the pretty teen's face. It covered her head completely and fit tight over her face, leaving only the girl's eyes exposed. The big ears stuck out comically. The girl's eyes looked huge through the big holes in the mask. It was only as the man was fitting it in place that Amber realized the mask had a built in gag that the man was forcing into the girl's mouth.
As the man secured the mask around her neck, the teenaged girl raised her head back and clamped down on the gag and the mask let out an unmistakable "Moooooo!" It was at that exact moment that her eyes snapped wide with sudden understanding. The glassy-eyed look was gone and of a sudden the girl was completely conscious of her surroundings and her situation. She looked about wildly and she shook the heavy mask as if to dislodge it from her head, bringing about another long "Moooooo." She even raised a hand and tried to paw at the mask, but her hand was embedded in the fake hoof.
The man and woman stood back, enjoying the sight of the girl as she struggled to come to grips with being turned into the image of a cow. She tried to crawl away from them, but the woman had already secured a collar, with a big cow bell, around her neck and she held the cow by a short rope. The girl-cow ended up just going in circles in her attempts to escape, even as the man dove into the big blue box for the next part of the girl's cow costume.
Amber couldn't believe how aroused she was watching the teen girl get bound into the humiliating costume. She was so close to reaching under her ridiculously short dress to frig herself. She was just about to force herself to turn away, to keep from succumbing to the terrible scene below, when a female park employee walked out into The Petting Zoo leading two more glassy-eyed dolls towards the waiting bench. Just behind her a couple more Platinum Pass Members were trailing along, looking over the assembled dolls.
"Oh, oh, look!" Amber cried out and she grabbed Chad's arm with excitement. "Look, it's Zoey. There, the little blonde girl. It's Ally's friend, Zoey. Oh god, oh god, I have to go down there! I have to talk to her. Maybe she knows where Ally is!"
"Whoah, whoah, Amber," Chad started. "Are you sure? You don't want to wait for Luke to get back?"
"No, no, I have to go, right now!" And just like that Amber bolted for the nearest corner staircase, intent on getting to little Zoey as fast as she could.
It took a few moments for Luke to register a credit in order to gain entrance to The Tattoo Parlor, then dash in to look for Briana. There was no sign of the girl who had had just been inked as a cum slut. He was thrilled to see Briana still sitting, alone, on the third tattoo table. He hurried to her side, took her by the shoulders and spoke to her breathlessly.
"Hi! Look, I know you don't know who I am, but I'm Alicia's dad. You remember Alicia, right? Please, please, I just need to know where she is! Anything you can tell me would be great. Please!"
The girl's gaze never changed. She just stared blankly ahead, blinking once every ten seconds like some kind of automaton. Her pretty lips were slightly parted and she showed no sign that she'd heard a word of Luke's desperate plea.
"You won't get anything out of that doll until she's inked," said a voice from behind Luke.
"What?" Luke said and looked over his shoulder to find the tattoo artist coming around to the opposite side of the table.
"She has to be inked before she'll wake up. You're wasting your time talking to her."
"But I have to talk to her! My daughter... she's... Damn! I just need to talk to her."
"Then pick out what you want and I'll ink her. It doesn't take long unless you pick something really complicated. 'Course, she is a pretty little thing - might call for something imaginative, if you know what I mean." The tattoo artist smiled wryly as he looked Briana up and down and waggled his eyebrows. He handed Luke a thick three ring binder. "Here's some ideas if you don't already know what you want."
"Jesus!" Luke said, flustered. "I mean, can't you just do something really quick? I need to talk to her."
"Well sure," the artist responded, "just tell me what you want and where you want it, man."
"Fuck, I don't know!" Luke started leafing through the binder, where he found elaborate, colorful drawings of birds, butterflies, hearts and unicorns that gave way to dragons, elves and sorcerers and then on to skulls, snakes, razor wire, crosses and ultimately to knives, swords, guns and evil symbols of the occult. Everything imaginable was pictured in the binder.
"Just pick an image," the artist said. "It doesn't really matter which one - she'll love it no matter what. Then you just have to decide what you want me to really ink on her. Simple."
"Jesus, I don't know. I guess - this one." Luke pointed to a colorful butterfly tattoo that appeared to be tattooed on someone's lower back. It was actually quite beautiful.
"Oh sure, nice choice! So - tramp stamp it is. Now, what's the real message you want?"
"I don't know! Anything. I just need it done." Luke looked again at the pretty girl and he remembered how excited he'd gotten when the other girl had presented her 'dragon' to the Platinum Pass Member and then given him an amazing blow job. He had to pick something for the tattoo artist to ink on Briana - he might as well make it something good, right? He felt his cock tighten in his pants as the possibilities flooded his mind. Whatever he wanted her to do - even after she went home - she'd have to do it if it was tattooed on her. Jesus!
"Well, how about..." the artist began.
"No, no, I know what I want!" Luke interrupted. He couldn't believe he was going to do something so awful, but the opportunity to commit this pretty young girl to weeks of humiliating, defiling behavior was overwhelming. "I want you to tattoo this on her," he said slowly. "If you call me Baby you can cum in my ass!"
"Oh! Nice one, nice one! Yeah - that I can do. Let's do this, bro!" The tattoo artist eased Briana onto her front on the big table. Then he carefully hooked up the cap with the wires. Next he unzipped the side of her pleated skirt so that he could lower it until half her ass was exposed and he pushed up her blouse and sweater to clear more space on her exposed lower back.
The artist worked quickly. After a few minutes Briana slowly started to come to life and she propped herself up on her forearms so that she could better stare at the video screen where a tattoo of the elaborate butterfly was rapidly appearing under the artists tattoo gun. But Luke could see the words that were just as rapidly appearing on her back in a lovely, fluid script. The evil sentence flowed in a graceful curve with the word 'ass' in a bold red color - almost buried in the crack between Briana's lovely cheeks. Just as the artist finished and stepped away, the screen showed the perfect, completed butterfly and Briana finally found her voice.
"Oh god, oh god, it's soooo beautiful. I can't wait to show it to Jason, and Jeff and Jasper." As Briana swooned over her perceived new tattoo the artist quickly removed the cap from her head. "Oh it's soooo perfect. Daddy's going to love it! He can't possibly get mad about such a beautiful, beautiful work of art!" She looked up from the screen and into Luke's eyes. "Thank you mister! Thank you so much! Do you want to see? Can I show you?"
Briana jumped up from the table and quickly turned her back to Luke, bending over to place her elbows on the padded table. Her short skirt was still half unzipped and it fell lower over her curvaceous rear. Her blouse was tucked up under her elbows. Briana's lower back and half of her ass was on display for Luke as she smiled happily over her shoulder at him. "Isn't it great?" she squealed.
Luke looked down at the shapely teenaged ass and the crazy inscription, "If you call me Baby you can cum in my ass!" What was he doing!? He was supposed to be finding out where his ten-year-old daughter went! He'd given in to the terrible temptation to give Briana the awful inscription, but he had to get a grip on himself. Alicia could be in danger! With every ounce of will power he had he took Briana by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. "Look," he said to her, "do you know what happened to Alicia?"
Briana looked perplexed and frustrated. "Don't you like it? It's so pretty! Look at it again, you'll love it." She struggled to turn back around and present her ass to Luke again, but he increased his grip on her shoulders.
"Please, please, you've got to tell me! What do you know about Alicia, my daughter."
Briana's frustration increased as she struggled in Luke's strong hands. "Oh gosh, mister. Please tell me you like my new tattoo! It's soooo pretty. Everyone's going to love it. Please - won't you look at it?"
"Ahh!" Luke said. "Tell me..."
"Yo, dude," the tattoo artist said as he finished putting away the equipment. "You're not going to get anything out of that doll until you finish the program."
"What?" Luke asked.
"She ain't gonna wake up enough to answer any questions 'til you finish what you started, man. That's just the way it works. She's still on automatic pilot."
In his confusion, Luke lost his grip on Briana and the pretty girl immediately turned her back to him again and bent over to lean on the table. "Isn't it pretty, mister?" she asked, looking coyly over shoulder and batting her eyelashes at Luke. "Don't you just love it?"
The hot teenaged girl was waggling her ass in front of Luke. Her tattoo was begging him. He couldn't get her to tell him what he needed. He was going out of his mind! Luke bent down over Briana and whispered in her ear, "Baby!"
Briana stiffened and her eyes went wild with panic. "Oh! Oh, mister, please, please! Please don't, I, oh, what are you...?" Terror rolled off of her like water, but she stayed bent over the table and she even spread her legs wider, inviting her own backdoor defilement. "Oh god, please!"
Luke looked at the amazing girl. He listened to her pleas. He flashed on all the times he'd wanted to try Amber's rear entrance, but she'd never been willing. She'd denied him the experience over and over.
No longer able to control his lusts, Luke jerked Briana's pleated skirt down around her knees. With one hand he worked his pants open and pulled out his rock-hard erection and with the other he stroked through her pussy, discovering how extremely wet and aroused she was. But he wasn't there to use her cunt. That wasn't the program. That wasn't what her tattoo was giving him permission to do - the evil tattoo that he had chosen for her. Out of control, Luke sent several fingers deep into the child's cunt as she shivered and cried out with fear. She was so wet. He pulled out his fingers and coated his straining cock with her juices. He did that again and then again, until his cock was glistening with Briana's natural lube.
"No, no, please!" Briana wailed when she felt the tip of Luke's thick cock pressing against her ass.
Luke pressed hard against the young girl's ass and his well-coated cock popped inside of her. He wasted no time. He was barely able to think. He rammed into her and started fucking her, no, raping her. Faster and faster. Briana grunted heavily with every vicious thrust up into her rectum, but she couldn't stop herself from pushing back on Luke's big cock and adding to the incredible sensations he received from her tight, warm channel.
Anger and lust combined in Luke's mind and exploded out. "Where. Is. My. Daughter!" he barked in time to his thrusts. "Where. Is. Ally! You. Cunt."
"Ah. Ah. I. Don't. Know!" Briana grunted back at Luke. His big cock was penetrating so deep inside her and she was so overwrought. But she felt compelled to help the man rape her ass and to try to answer his questions as he did so. "I. Don't. Know. Some. Man. Some Man. OHHH!"
"Some. Man. What?" Luke's thrusts into the teen's ass were getting faster and faster.
Briana suddenly went wild from a huge orgasm as Luke ejaculated again and again into the depth of her bowels.
There was a problem getting into the Petting Zoo. Several people arrived at the entrance just before Amber, and they were insistent on asking a hundred stupid questions of the employee manning the door. Amber practically screamed out her frustration; impatiently waiting behind them. Precious minutes ticked by but no amount of objection would move the people along faster. Finally, after ten minutes that seemed like an hour, Amber let the man scan her Platinum Pass badge for the one credit charge and then rocketed into the Petting Zoo with no further instructions.
The Petting Zoo was buzzing with activity by the time Amber entered, with half a dozen Platinum Pass Members milling about and several more dolls sitting naked on the bench. She gasped when she saw the girl in the cow costume, who now had a cow's tail sticking out of her ass. Worse, the girl-cow was hooked up to a small milking machine that was sucking at her large breasts rhythmically. The Platinum Pass woman held her rope in one hand and petted the tormented cow with her other. The woman had a dreamy, far-away look in her eye and her partner was on his knees behind the cow, fucking her with great enthusiasm as he pulled on her tail. Several other Platinum Members stood about watching and cheering on the depraved scene. The poor teenaged girl rolled her masked head up, down and side to side in a very cow-like movement and she Moooooed plaintively as the man impaled her on his dick and the milking machine tortured her.
Amber spotted Zoey on the other side of the room, still sitting unmoving on the bench. She also spotted another Platinum Pass Member who eyed the pretty little girl and then started moving towards her. Amber sprinted across the room as best she could in her high heeled boots. She didn't think she was going to make it in time, but she did. She actually brushed the man aside as she took Zoey's hand and pulled the little girl to her feet.
"I say!" the man said indignantly. He was in his late fifties, short and very fat, with a waistline that couldn't have been much less than his height. "Really!" he snorted. But then he took in the full vision of Amber in her outrageous clubbing dress and come-fuck-me boots and his eyes went from annoyed to lust-filled in a nanosecond. "Oh! Well. I guess you got to her first. But, ah, well, I don't suppose you'd be interesting in, ah, sharing, now, would you?" He was practically drooling on Amber.
"No!" Amber shot at the man. "God no. Leave us alone." Then she pulled Zoey away from the man. She didn't see the way his gaze followed her and Zoey, or the sneer that appeared on his face before he turned away to look for a different doll to play with.
Amber led Zoey to a far corner of the big room. The child walked along beside her as if sleep walking. "Zoey, sweetie, you have to help me," Amber said as she knelt to look Zoey in the face. But nobody was home behind Zoey's blank stare. Amber shook her by the shoulders, but it had no effect. "Zoey!" Amber repeated. "Please!" She shook Zoey even harder.
"Excuse me, ma'am!" a voice said. Amber looked up to find a short twenty-something woman in a park uniform, holding a clipboard. Her brown hair was pulled back in a severe bun and she wore enormous, thick, black-rimmed glasses. "You can't do that ma'am."
"What?" Amber replied.
"Please don't shake the doll, ma'am. It's against the rules, ma'am. And she can't respond to you anyway - not 'til she's been dressed up. Didn't they explain that to you, ma'am?"
"But I need her to talk to me!"
"Ma'am, please calm down. I don't want to have to call Management. If you need to talk to the doll, you'll just have to dress her - completely."
"Dress her?" Amber asked stupidly, then added, "Oh, you mean, she needs an animal costume?"
"That's right, ma'am. Just choose the animal you want. Once you've completely dress the doll she'll start interacting with you, ma'am."
"Will she talk? Will she remember?"
"Some do, some don't, ma'am. And of course they can't talk if you use one of the gag masks - like that cow over there. But sometimes they just make animal noises anyway, ma'am."
"Oh god, well, thanks, I guess," Amber said. She looked around for the nearest box of animal costumes and found a big green box a few feet away. It said BUNNIES on the side. The mousy park employee wandered away as Amber led Zoey closer to the green box.
If Amber really had to play dress up with the Zoey-doll, a bunny seemed reasonably safe and straightforward. She fished in the big box, coming up with one furry garment after another, all of them far too big for the small child. But finally, near the bottom of the box she found a much smaller suit made of soft fine white fur. Even as she pulled it from the box Amber wanted to stroke the lovely material.
At the sight of the bunny suit, Zoey seemed to awaken slightly. With little coaxing she cooperated as Amber dressed her.
Figuring out how to put on the bunny suit was perplexing. It didn't seem to make any sense. The legs were too wide and far too short. The arms were far too short. It took Amber more precious minutes to figure it out, and when she did she began to have second thoughts about the bunny costume. But she didn't want to waste any more time, so she soldiered on.
First she had to get Zoey's legs into the costume, and to do that the child had to bend her legs almost beyond what seemed possible. The lower legs of the costume slid over Zoey's bent limbs, fitting very tight and even forcing her feet to point backwards. With the lower half of the costume on, Zoey's knees had become the bunny's rear paws.
Amber continued to pull the front of the costume around Zoey and she was faced with the fact that the front sleeves were far too short. The answer immediately became apparent. The sleeves only fit over Zoey's forarms. Her upper arms had to be pulled tight against her sides. As the costume was pulled around her and zipped up the back, Zoey's arms were firmly bound in place at her sides, with only her forearms sticking out. And her hands were forced into little fists inside the small front paws. As she pulled the zipper all the way up to Zoey's neck, Amber shivered at the realization that Zoey was effectively bound into her costume. And she couldn't resist the urge to pet the little bunny, even as she felt the stirrings of lustful desire blossoming once again in her pussy.
Zoey could hold two positions: down on her hands and knees, or back on her butt with her knees spread out in front of her for width and balance. Both positions were very bunny-like.
"Can you tell me about Alicia now, Zoey?" Amber said as she knelt next to the kneeling child and petted the amazing white fur. "Please, please tell me where my baby is."
Zoey cocked her head to the side and looked into Amber's face, but she said nothing. She heard but she didn't understand. She only wriggled her nose.
Amber remembered the park employee saying "completely dress the doll." She sighed and dove back into the box, looking for the rest of the costume. She came up with a hood that matched the bunny suit and she turned to put it on Zoey, who actually seemed to welcome the addition to her costume. The hood and its big bunny ears, pink on the inside and white on the outside, went over Zoey's head and then pulled down to cover half of her face, covering her nose with a cute little bunny nose complete with long whiskers. Zoey's huge blue eyes looked out through holes in the mask of the hood and there was just that much more life in them. Amber hurried to buckle the hood around Zoey's throat, only pausing for a moment to marvel at the built-in thick black collar that contrasted so well with the soft white fur of the rest of the costume. Another thrush of lust flared in her pussy as she realized just how completely Zoey was bound into the costume. And she was just so cute with her big ears!
"Zoey! Sweetie, can you tell me about Alicia now? Please answer me." Amber pleaded with the sexy little white bunny. But the sexy little bunny just wiggled her new nose and whiskers - a motion that set Amber back on her heels, since it wasn't clear how she had done it. "Oh please, sweetie, please tell me where my baby is!" But Amber got nothing more from little Zoey the bunny.
As Amber watched, frustrated, Zoey dropped to all fours and literally hopped forward. Something about her costume prevented her from crawling. All she could do was move her front paws forward a few inches, lean on them and then 'hop' her back legs forward. As she hopped a few feet away from Amber, the truth of Zoey's costume became clear. There were openings in the costume over Zoey's pussy and ass, exposing her to the gaze of Amber and anyone else who came by. And Amber realized that Zoey's costume wasn't complete. She didn't have a tail. Amber's heart sank at the thought of what she must do. But at once she got an offsetting feeling of excitement in her sex.
Amber dove once again into the box labeled BUNNIES. She had no trouble finding the tails, but it took her many seconds to decide on one. She thought surely one of the awful tails would have a smaller plug - something better suited to the size of a little ten-year-old sex bunny - but no. All the tails had anal plugs of the same size: big. Amber had to settle for picking the one that matched the pretty white fur of Zoey's costume.
When she turned from the box, Amber discovered Zoey the bunny had hopped right back over to her. When Zoey saw the tail her eyes went even wider, but she immediately turned herself around to face away from Amber. With shaking hands, Amber fumbled with the evil butt plug, trying to figure out how to insert such a big device into such a small girl. She didn't even have any lube!
Only a few moments earlier, in the big Tattoo Parlor next door, Amber's husband had thrust his fingers into the sex of Zoey's teenaged sister. Perhaps there was some cosmic connection between man and wife, for just then Amber realized the only solution to her quandry. Kneeling behind Zoey the bunny, Amber reached under the skirt of her ridiculously short dress and into her silk panties. She moaned with pleasure as she pushed two, then three fingers up into her pussy, squishing them around in the ample, lustful wetness she found there. She was so horny! Just as Luke had oiled up his cock with Briana's fluids, Amber coated the thick anal plug with her own lube. Again, and then again, she pleasured herself and coated the plug until it glistened with her juices.
The enormity of the Petting Zoo was starting to overwhelm Amber's mind. She pushed the end of the anal plug against Zoey's tiny rosebud with one hand and her other hand dove back under her dress. She desperately needed Zoey to wake up and answer her questions. But when the girl woke up she'd find herself helplessly bound into a bunny costume, with a huge plug invading her little butt. It was horrifying. It was exhilarating. It was so erotic!
Amber pushed the tail hard into Zoey's little ass as she wriggled her fingers around in her own cunt. And then she came, hard and fast and overwhelmingly. "Ohhhh! God! Yes, yes! OHH!" she moaned in ecstasy and she pushed and pushed on the plug until finally, in a sudden motion, it popped into the little bunny's incredibly tight ass.
"Eeeeeeeee!" Zoey screamed. The first noise she'd made since she'd entered the awful Petting Zoo.
Amber's orgasm swept away her ability to think. It was the best self-inflicted climax of her life and she gasped at the intensity of it. Without even knowing what she was doing, she grabbed the Zoey-bunny around her tiny waist and pulled her body close. The soft white fur felt so good against Amber's skin. Her orgasm went on and on even as the helpless little bunny girl struggled and squealed in her grasp and she crushed the bunny's evil tail even harder into her ass.
A huge, angry roar - a primitive and bestial growl - rent the air behind Amber. She jerked back to reality just in time to be grasped from behind by some huge beast. She screamed!
Luke hurried out of the Tattoo Parlor, his mind awhirl. On the one hand, he had some real information about Alicia, even if it meant next to nothing to him. But it wasn't three o'clock yet, so maybe there was a chance. On the other hand, guilt over his actions with Briana had flooded his mind as soon as he'd pulled his shrinking cock from her tight ass. She was still writhing in the waning moments of her orgasm as he'd dashed away - too ashamed to look her in the face. Now he was going to have to face his wife who likely had watched the whole sordid affair! But Alicia, and his news, came first.
He arrived back at the Tattoo Parlor observation window out of breath, but there was no sign of his wife, Chad or Miki. "Hey, dude! Nice! Really hot, man," one of the onlookers said when he recognized Luke. "Great tattoo idea, really hot. That girl's gonna be giving her ass up all over town, man! Awesome!" Luke turned bright red with embarrassment - this group of onlookers had seen everything he'd done!
In for a penny, in for a pound, Luke thought. "Glad you liked it," he said back to the onlooker. "Listen, I was with some other people - two women, well a woman and a girl, dressed exactly the same - did you see where they went?"
"Fuck yeah, man, that was a pair of fucking hotties. Who could miss them, you know? They headed down that way, towards the next window."
"Thanks!" Luke threw out as he dashed down to the next observation window.
Just as Luke arrived at the observation window for the Petting Zoo, Chad came bursting out of the door to the private viewing rooms with a worried and hurried look. He was tucking his shirt into his slacks in haste. When he saw Luke he flushed with guilt. Two seconds behind him, Miki came through the door. Her dress and her were rumpled and when Luke looked closely he saw a bit of cum dribbling down the inside of her thigh. When Miki saw Luke she threw her gaze to the floor and quivered.
Luke flared with anger and grabbed Chad by the collar. "What the fuck! I asked you to fucking take care of them, not fuck them!" Luke glanced around. "And where the fuck is my wife?"
"Hey, get off!" Chad yelled, pushing Luke away. "Besides, you've got bigger problems!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Luke bellowed. Then he felt a tug at his arm.
"Master!" Miki said, back in her usual place just behind him. "Mean old woman in trouble. Come look, quick."
"Mean old woman?... You mean Amber? Amber's in trouble?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Chad broke in. "Come on! Look, here in the Petting Zoo."
"The whating zoo?"
"Just look!"
Luke hastily glanced at the plaque that said The Petting Zoo and then followed Chad's direction to look down into the large room. What he saw was pandemonium and it took him several seconds to spot his wife, who was indeed in trouble. "Jesus!"
Amber screamed. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and she looked down to see arms and hands covered in dark brown fur. She was torn away from Zoey and lifted into the air. She thrashed and kicked and she managed to twist around to push at the beast who held her. He lost his grip and she fell to the floor, scrambling away as fast as she could.
There was screaming, shouting, screeching various animal sounds from all around the room. Amber heard another great feline roar of anger and felt the beast got ahold of her booted ankle, dragging her back. She flipped onto her back, desperately trying to dig her other heel into the carpet. And then she saw the horrible creature. He was huge, at least six foot six. He had the head of a tiger, with gleaming, frightening teeth. But the body costume he was wearing was that of some kind of monkey. And as he twisted around, dragging Amber, his conquest, she saw the thick black tail of a horse arching out from his ass.
Someone had dressed one of the dolls in a mixed up tiger-monkey-horse costume and the creature had gone berserk. And perhaps the most frightening thing about the beast was the huge black cock that jutted out from the costume. Amber had never seen a black man's cock before - and she was stunned by the length and girth of this one. Even as she fought to get free of the growling, roaring man/beast she couldn't take her eyes off of the gigantic pole of black meat.
Again, Amber heard screams. Something ran past and distracted the beast and she kicked at his wrist with all she had. He roared in anger, but he let go of her and she jumped to her feet and ran as fast as she could. She only got five feet away before she slammed into the chest of another horror - a man with the head of a horse, the striped orange and black body of a tiger and a long brown prehensile tail. He grabbed her and held her tight as she struggled and screamed.
Another huge roar came from behind Amber and she looked over her shoulder to see the first of the terrible hybrids sitting back on his haunches and beating his chest with his monkey paws while roaring from his tiger's maw. The horse-head man whinnied and drop Amber, who fell to the floor. Horse-head dropped to all fours and quickly loped away on his tiger paws, uninterested in fighting tiger-head for his prey. Amber saw a third hybrid creature streaking across the room on all fours - a woman this time, with the head of a monkey, the body of a horse and a long orange and black tiger's tail sticking out from her ass. She too was acting crazed and wild as she chased two Platinum Pass Members along the side wall and was in turn chased by two park employees.
But tiger-head was on Amber in a flash. She screamed for help, but everyone was running around like crazy, trying to keep from being caught by the other two berserk hybrids. Amber was dragged across the room, unable to escape the strong beast. He threw her to the floor and then grabbed her from behind and forced her onto her hands and knees. His clever monkey paws shoved her dress up and she screamed again as she realized the berserk hybrid was intent on raping her!
Amber heard a voice and she lifted her head, finding herself looking straight into the face of the awful fat man who had leered at her when she beat him to Zoey. "I offered to share, bitch," the man said with a nasty smile on his face. "You should have listened." He turned away from her, but when he turned back he had poor little Zoey the bunny on a leash and he forced her to hop towards Amber until she was only a few inches away, facing her.
"OHHHH!" Amber cried out as her panties were ripped away by the monkey's paws. "No, no, please!" she wailed, but she was held fast in his strong grip. Monkey paws were up under dress, caressing her ample boobs and tweaking her nipples painfully. Then Amber saw that the fat man was down on his knees behind the Zoey-bunny, with his pants down around his knees. He grabbed her tail and pulled her towards him with a yank, bringing a squeal of terror to Zoey-bunny's lips. Her little nose and whiskers quivered rapidly. "No, no, you can't!" Amber screamed at the fat man, but even as she did she felt the hybrid beasts huge black cock come into contact with her still sopping wet cunt lips.
"No, no, no, OHHH, OH GOD! OH! HELP! HELP!" The massive cock pressed past Amber's outer lips and spread open her pussy. It was so big! And the berserk beast had no interest in being gentle or slow - he was in a frenzy of confused, crazed sexual need. He rammed into Amber as deep as he could go, slamming her insides.
Amber saw the fat man watch her get raped by the terrible beast he'd created by mixing costumes together. He smiled wickedly at her. She knew at once that he was responsible for creating the three berserkers who were tearing apart the Petting Zoo. And it was all about her and the tiny Zoey-bunny - the tiny Zoey-bunny who squealed "Eeeeeeeee!!" as the fat bastard rammed his short, thick cock into her preteen cunt. "Thanks!" the awful man said to Amber as he fucked forward into the costume-bound child. "Thanks for getting her all ready in this fucking hot costume! Who knew a bunny rabbit could be so fucking hot? Damn, damn she's so tight! Oh yeah, FUCK!"
The fat man raped Zoey-bunny faster and faster even as the horrifying tiger-monkey-horse man rammed his giant cock into Amber with amazing speed. It seemed to go on and on and on, but it was really only a couple of frantic, terrible minutes. The screaming and chasing and panic went on around them - but it all receded as Amber's mind succumbed to the intensity of the incredible pounding she was taking from the huge cock. She couldn't stop another huge, amazing orgasm from overtakinig her and she shook like a leaf. She moaned, out of control. Zoey's squeals of bunny-terror only added to the total experience. "Oh my god, yes, yes, yes!" She was out of her mind with lust and orgasmic pleasure.
Fat man and Tiger-head came at the same moment. Tiger-head roared like the king of the jungle and fat-man turned beat red with exertion as they each emptied their seed into their respective captives.
A huge bang, like a gun shot rang out across the room, startling everyone. And then an incredibly deep, incredibly powerful voice filled the suddenly silent void. "ENOUGH!" it said.
Everyone froze in place, even the berserk hybrids. Amber craned her head to one side to find the mousy little park employee, the one with the tight bun and the clipboard, standing in the exact center of the room with her arms outstretched and her head back. She snapped her head forward and opened her eyes.
Amber nearly screamed again, but something held her back. The girl's eyes were gone! In their place were glowing white orbs. Then her mouth opened and she spoke again, in that incredibly deep and sonorous voice, "SLEEP!"
Every doll in the room including Zoey and the tiger-headed monstrosity, who'd just finished raping Amber, dropped to the floor, out like a light. The horse-head hybrid and the cow, who were still coupled, fell to the floor together. Amber trembled at the sight of the girl with the glowing white eyes and then she fainted.
"Holy shit!" Chad said with amazement on his face.
"What the fuck was that?" Luke said. "And Amber, is she okay?"
"That, that was, oh my god, that was Management," Chad said.
Fifteen minutes later, Luke and Amber were reunited, although Amber was back to being nearly comatose. Luke helped her stagger across the big main floor to some chairs. She stared out, glassy-eyed. Amazingly, her club dress was still intact - evidently it was designed to see some serious action despite its flimsy appearance. But her panties were long gone. Chad thought it best not to mention that Miki's panties were similarly gone - left behind on the floor of one of the observation rooms upstairs.
Slowly, with the help of some water, Amber started to come back to herself. And when she was with it enough to finally recognize the people around her, she suddenly said "Zoey! I never got to ask her about Alicia! Oh god, I didn't ask her."
"Jesus!" Luke said and smacked himself in the forehead. "In all that craziness I nearly forgot. Briana told me something - something important." He turned to Chad. "Briana overheard some man say something about Alicia. She said, 'Save her for later, save her three o'clock, private event.' Does that mean anything to you?"
Chad's eyes went wide and then he looked quickly at the time on his cell phone. "Oh, shit, Luke. I know where your daughter is!" He looked at his phone again. "And you've got exactly five minutes to get there!"
