Funhouse
By RC

        Shelly and I stood in line, bored. We were at the amusement park with
our husbands, who, like the little boys they were, had promptly disappeared
into the huge arcade, leaving Shelly and I to ourselves.

        Such fun.

        I mean, come on, we're in our thirties. How much fun can the two of
us have at an amusement park? Let's go on the roller coaster for the ninth
time! Oh, boy, such fun.

        Here we were now at the funhouse. All sorts of lifelike zombies gazed
back at us as we wove our way through the endless ropes leading to the
entrance. Just two more people out of the hundreds who were waiting.

        Such fun.

        Finally we got to the end of the line. The attendant, a girl of maybe
twenty, smirked at us. I don't know what she was thinking. She locked us in
the car and started us on our way. I didn't notice her pressing a small,
covered button on her control panel as we disappeared into the dark tunnel
leading into the funhouse.

        We rumbled up a long, dark tunnel towards a large door lit every now 
and then by blinding flashes of light. Our eyes couldn't adjust to the rapid
changes in the lighting, and within seconds, we couldn't see a thing even
when the lights flashed. At the top of the tunnel, just as we were going to
burst through the door, we stopped. Pitch black, no more flashing lights.

        A deep voice asked us to remain seated. We giggled.

        "Shit. This figures. Stuck in the damn funhouse. Watch out that the
boogeyman doesn't sneak up on us!" Shelly laughed.

        With a jolt, we started again, but instead of going through the door,
the car swung to the right and, after bursting through a smller door, began
rolling downward. It was quite steep, almost like a small roller coaster, and
we hung on tight. Just as quickly, we jerked to a stop.

        "Please remain seated with your arms and legs inside the car. The
ride may resume at any time." But the voice was very different, a halting,
stilted female voice. I looked towards Shelly, but couldn't even see her.

        We heard a humming sound, and soon realized there were speakers in
the headrest of the car. Lights began flashing on the walls and cieling, not
random blinding bursts of white, but soft colors in what seemed to be some
sort of pattern. This was weird.

        Shit. I leaned back and sighed, resigned to the fact that I was going
to spend the entire ride waiting for something to get fixed. Oh, well, at 
least the light show is neat.

        The colors continued their dance, the sound becoming a bit louder now
as time passed. It was really quite relaxing, I thought. I sighed again and
found myself yawning. I started imagining I heard voices.

        And there we sat, for God knows how long, with the lights and sounds
washing over us. They were the only things we had, the wonderful colors and
the humming, throbbing sounds from the speakers. I kept hearing that voice, 
or thinking I did. I yawned again, and dimly thought of Shelly. I had a weak
urge to look at her, to see what she was doing, but to my great surprise, I
was just too comfortable. I sat there, staring at the colors, listening to 
the sounds. For a long, long time, it seemed. After a while I forgot all
about Shelly. I was so relaxed, so comfortable. Waiting wasn't so bad at all.

        Someone was standing next to me. I was a bit surprised that I wasn't
at all surprised. My eyes were still focused on the whirling colors while
the woman unlocked the bar on the car. She reached in and took my arm, which
I discovered was quite limp. I allowed her to pull me out of the car, and
noticed without really caring that another woman was removing Shelly from her
side. The colors were fading slowly as we were led through a small door. I
just walked quietly beside the woman, who held my hand as she would a child.

        We were in a small room. The woman spoke, her voice as artificial as
the female voice we had heard before. "UNDRESS", she said. I just stood there
as I wondered why I really did want to undress in front of her. Slowly, I
looked around. Shelly was nowhere in sight. My mind was screaming at me to
undress, but still I stood frozen in place, wondering why I wanted so badly
to do something like that.

        The room went black. Then I found myself staring at a large, whirling
multi-colored circle. It was so easy to just stare at it, feel myself being
pulled into it, almost. "UNDRESS", the voice said again.

        Still staring at the wonderful colors, I slowly undressed. I stood
there nude, fascinated by the spinning patterns. I felt her take my hand
again, and as those colors, too, faded, I was led into another room.

        Shelly was there. Nude. Sitting on a bench. Staring at a whirling
wheel of colors on the wall. Instantly, I found myself staring at it as well.
I was pushed gently onto the bench, and Shelly and I sat there staring almost
mindlessly at the bright colors on the wall opposite us. I don't know if it
was the woman or more speakers, but I heard another halting female voice
talking to us. I couldn't make out the words, at least conciously. Actually,
my concious mind had long given up trying to figure out what was going on.

        Pitch darkness. Hands on my arms. I was helped to my feet and we
walked for a little ways. I think Shelly was right behind me.

        We were in a dimly lit room with several other nude women. Shelly and 
I stood there without any curiosity whatsoever.

        One of them came towards us. "YOU AND YOU", she said, her lips not
even moving. "FOLLOW ME." We obediantly followed her through yet another
door and found ourselves standing beside the track the funhouse cars moved
around on.

        "YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO", she said, and disappeared back through
the door, leaving Shelly and I standing there, nude.

        A funhouse car slowly passed by, the occupants staring at us in awe, 
eyes wide, mouths hanging open. I just watched without interest. Another car
with several teenagers, who hooted and hollered as the guys tried to climb
out of the car but were restrained by the bar and their girlfriends.

        The next car had two women in it. It stopped right in front of us.
The women looked at us, waiting, and the bar on their car opened. A deep
voice from the surrounding dimness declared that the ride was stopped and
everyone should keep their arms and legs inside the cars.

        For some reason, Shelly and I climbed into the car with the women.
I knelt in front of one woman, who spread her legs wide apart. Shelly was in
front of the other woman, and I have no idea what she was doing.

        I found myself inhaling the scent of an aroused woman. All I could 
think of was burying my face between those long, tanned legs. So I did.

        I heard my woman moan softly. I had never licked a woman before, but
I seemed to do all right. She tasted wonderful, her juices flowing freely as
I brought her to orgasm. And another. And another. I felt her fingers in my
hair, pulling, twisting, and I kept on sucking, licking her throbbing clit.

        The car moved.

        And kept moving.

        As it shuddered along it's steel pathway, the woman's body shuddered
as she came again and again. I could hear faint cries from other people in 
the funhouse, I could hear the canned laughter and mechanical howls. And I
heard my woman, MY woman, crying out in ecstacy.

        The car came to a stop. I paused as well, somehow knowing I was done.
I climbed out of the car as the women, panting, rearranged their clothing.
Shelly was beside me again, and we stood there, nude, our faces covered with
love juices, as the car started moving again and disappeared.

        I heard something behind me and felt a hand on my arm. Shelly and I
allowed ourselves to be led back into another room. I think we had already
been in it, because there were other nude women in it. We passed through 
that room into another, where we found our clothing in neat piles.

        "DRESS."

        Automatically, we did. Then there was a woman standing in front of 
me, staring into my eyes. Her eyes seemed to spin, to whirl, much like the
patterns on the walls had. I felt myself falling into them, falling, falling.
I felt so comfortable, so wonderful.

        "SLEEP", I heard her say.
 
 

        It was still dark. Shelly and I sat there waiting impatiently for the
ride to resume. Finally, with a terrific jolt, the car plowed through the
large door at the top of the tunnel. We were on our way.

        About half way through the funhouse, Shelly grabbed my arm and
pointed. "JESUS!!! Look at that!!!!" I looked in that direction and my eyes
widened.

        Two nude women stood there, staring vacantly at the cars as they
passed by. What the HELL?????

        Shelly and I stared at them until we rounded a corner, then looked
at each other in disbelief.

        "Think they're on drugs, or just crazy?", Shelly laughed. I laughed
too, but something was tugging at me in the back of my mind. Oh, well.

        We finally got off the ride and found our husbands.

        "Where the hell were you?", they demanded.

        They had been searching for us for two hours.

        Shelly and I looked at each other and shrugged.

        "The funhouse was really screwed up. We just sat there, bored." We
grinned at each other as we remembered the crazy naked women, but for some
reason, I decided not to mention them. Shelly looked at me strangely for a
moment, then turned to her husband and asked how he had done at the arcade.
 

                               *** THE END ***

           RC