Thrill Ride

She reached in and pulled out two bottles from inside. She anxiously unscrewed both caps and poured them both into the tank at the same time. The liquid was thicker than she remembered it being back at master's hideout, but then again, it was only one drop she felt back there. Regardless, the viscous but clear liquid poured slowly into the tank, only to be dissolved by the rapidly swirling water.

Once the bottles were empty, she replaced their caps and put them back into her suitcase. She repeated this process four times and mused, "I'll have to remember to put these bottles in recycling." Carrying one empty bottle with the other seven packed neatly away in the suitcase, she started back along the path, with the same care and caution she exercised when she first started out on the path. She carefully wound her way back towards the entrance of the locker rooms and, once she was sure no one was looking, she stepped in. She saw a can for recyclable bottles and threw the one bottle in. She found her way back to the women's locker rooms, took out one more empty bottle, and stuffed her suitcase into her locker. There was a recycling bin in the locker room, so she threw a two bottles into that bin.

She quickly changed into her uniform for the night and headed back towards the entrance of the building. She clocked in, checked the schedule to see where she'd be working that night, and threw a bottle into the first bin.

Down to four bottles left in her suitcase, she quickly filled two of them up with water from a sink nearby and put one in her locker. She then carried one that still had water and two empties with her on her route to her assigned post for the evening. The two empty bottles would find their way to other recycling bins.

As she stepped out into the main walkways of the park, she looked up and over the buildings, in the directions of all of the rides, wondering how long it would take for the lust potion to start affecting people in the park.

Part III

Gretel's assignment this night was to operate the Tunnel of Love ride. As a water ride itself, it was near enough to the log flume that she could see people coming off of the ride.

As the sun started to set over the park, she thought she started seeing women getting off of the log flume, nipples protruding visibly through their swimsuit tops, but she couldn't tell whether her observation was the result of some kind of arousal or if it was just getting colder out.

One couple in line to share a ride through the Tunnel of Love caught her eye. The girl — probably about 18 years old or so — had a wild, wide-eyed, almost hungry look in her eyes. Her date was standing with his right hand on his hip and her left hand was clutching his elbow. Her right hand, by contrast, was casually moving up and down his chest.

Gretel leaned in to hear the conversation, but all she could hear was some giggling.

As the couple got closer to the front of the line, Gretel tried to make some small talk with them. "Ever been on this ride before?"

"No," the guy replied.

"Well, it's very romantic. You two might want to stay close to one another in here."

"Oh, that's sounds wonderful!" The girl responded enthusiastically.

"Here comes your boat now. Do you need help getting in?"

"No, I don't think so, but thanks anyway," the guy said as he helped his date take her seat in the narrow boat.

He sat down next to her and she quickly snuggled into his chest. Gretel tried to catch their eyes, but she was looking at her date and he was looking straight ahead. "Have fun, you two!"

The girl called back as the boat disappeared into the shadows of the ride, "We will!"

Gretel glanced down at the security monitors for the ride and saw what she suspected was about to happen: the girl pulled the bottom of her bikini aside and was now straddling her date, reaching down into his swimsuit to arouse and stiffen his member. It's too bad these monitors only give video and not audio, Gretel thought. The next couple in line got into their boat and Gretel diverted her eyes away from the monitors as she prepared the next couple for their ride.

When Gretel looked back at monitors, the girl was now bouncing up and down on her date's lap, splashing water everywhere. Gretel wondered if she had reason to be concerned over their boat capsizing but decided against it. The girl arched her back and opened her mouth wide; the security cameras got a good look at her: she was clearly in the throes of ecstasy.

"Master will be pleased," she said quietly to herself.

"What did you say?" The next girl in line asked.

"Oh, nothing. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes!"

Gretel released the next boat into the ride and went back to watching the monitors. The first girl seemed to have collapsed over the shoulders of her date, but now the second couple was gettin' pretty busy. Gretel smiled as that last couple, too, was about to turn this tunnel of love into the tunnel of lust.

The next couple was somewhat older. Gretel put them in their mid-50's, but the woman (wife?) had that same longing look in her eyes as she and her man (husband?) boarded their boat. This ought to be interesting, Gretel mused as she sent them on their, um, merry way into the ride.

The ride only allowed for four couples to be in boats at any given time, so she turned to the monitors to look closely at the first couple. The guy seemed to be trying to wake his date by shaking her shoulders. Just as they entered into the line of sight on the last camera, she opened her eyes and smiled at her date.

He kissed her squarely on the lips, presumably as an expression of appreciation and thankfulness that she was all right. She whispered something into his ear and sat back down next to him as their boat came around the bend and returned to the place where they had gotten on.

"Please exit your boat to your left. Did you two have a good time?"

"Oh, yeah!" The girl responded enthusiastically.

"I'm glad."

Her date looked at her and said, "Where do you want to go next?"

"Let's offer our services to Victor Villanova!"

"What? Why?"

"Oh, it's just that... He just seems so ... Cool....."

The two of them walked away and Gretel smiled broadly. Master most definitely will be pleased.

The second couple came around the bend. The girl was sound asleep, straddling her date. His face was wide with panic. "I don't know what happened!" He called out to Gretel. "She said she was horny and we decided to, um, you know, in there. Then she came and, well, she just passed out!"

Gretel walked over to the couple in the boat and bent down over them. She clapped her hands in front of the girl's face and yelled, "Wake up!"

The girl woke up immediately and smiled at her date. She whispered, 'Thank you," into his ear as they disembarked. Gretel casually walked back to her station and and watched as the next couple took off into the tunnel.

The phone near Gretel's station rang and she picked it up.

"Tunnel of Love. Gretel speaking!"

"Gretel! It's Mort."

"Hi, Mort! What's up?"

"I'm just calling everyone to say that something strange has been going on lately. About a half hour ago, we started seeing visitors having sex all over the park. At first, they started looking for some place that would give them a little bit of privacy but now they're doing it just about everywhere. Have you seen anything strange on your ride?"

"Actually, Mort, I have. I had, what, like four or five straight couples have sex inside the Tunnel."

"I think I'm going to have to shut down the park while we work this out. The last thing we need is having some young kids see this!"

"I hear you, Mort. Do you want me to stop my ride now or will you come by to close me down? I've got a bit of a line here right now so if I just close down without any explanation, there could be a riot here."

"Tell you what. Let me close off the back of your line. Once everyone in your line is through, that's it for you tonight, OK?"

"All right."

"If you find out anything about what's going on, please let me know."

"I will."

"One more thing, Gretel, before you hang up."

"What's that?"

"I'm afraid someone might call the news media. If you get any requests from the press for a comment, send them to me. Don't say anything yourself."

"Gotcha."

"Okay, Gretel. Take it easy."

"You too, Mort!"

She hung up the phone and then looked out over the line of people waiting to ride this ride. Lines for the Tunnel of Love usually weren't exceptionally long, but this time, it stretched out beyond her line of sight. Realizing that all of these people either just got off of the log flume, or were standing on the bridge when that ride passed under them, she wondered if anyone might feel the need to do something before they get onto the ride. She glanced down at the monitors and saw that all of the couples in the ride were fucking. She smiled broadly. Yes, master will be quite pleased.

After twenty minutes, the last of her riders — a pair of women who were already having trouble keeping their hands off of one another — got into their boat. They immediately started kissing each other and one removed her bikini top before the boat started moving. Gretel figured she ought to be prepared in case she needs to wake them both up when they come back out.

Gretel smiled as she watched all of her last passengers on the monitors. As the girl in the monitor closest to the end of the ride fell asleep, she made a mental note to thank Master for making it so easy for a girl to achieve orgasm.

Part IV

Mild mannered gardener Scott Schott was washing the dirt off of his hands following a long day of work and turned on the news.

"In our top story tonight," the anchor began, "Strange goings-on over at Metroburgh Adventure Land. It seems some people were having a kind of an unexpected adventure there. For more on this developing story, we go live to our ace reporter, Nikki Gnocchi. Nikki, are you there?"

"I'm here Drew."

"Excellent, Nikki. What can you tell us about what's going on?"

"Well, it seems as though something is turning female customers of the park into ... how should I put this? They're becoming very sexually aggressive. If they were there with a date, they would take their dates aside to satisfy their, um, needs. If they weren't there with a date, then they actually propositioned some complete strangers. I'm here right now with Clinton Hinton, who was propositioned by someone he didn't even know. Clinton, how would you describe what happened?"

"Well, um, I'd just gotten off of the log flume and was standing on the bridge to get wet from the next log to go down into the big splashdown part. There was this girl who was standing there. She looked at me and I smiled. Well, the log came down and soaked everyone on the bridge. I wiped the water off of my forehead and she just came up to me and said she wanted to f— to make love to me. Just like that."

"What did you do, Clinton?"

"Well, I laughed, almost brushing her off. Of course I didn't take her seriously, but she followed me off the bridge, took me by the hand, and pulled me onto the grass behind one of the vending kiosks. Before I knew what was going on, she had removed her bathing suit and was straddling me... Do I need to go on?"

"No, that's all right. Is there anything else you want to tell us?"

"Yeah, actually. When she was done with me, she fell asleep."

"That's interesting. Did you try to wake her?"

"Yeah. She woke up fairly quickly. She thanked me, put her bathing suit on, and disappeared. I never saw her again."

"Thank you, Clinton. That's a fascinating story. The management team of the amusement park is currently researching why this has been happening, and they plan on having a press conference tomorrow to report on the results of their findings. Until then, they're being very tight-lipped about everything."

"I guess I can't blame them for that, Nikki, can you?" The anchor asked.

"No, I guess not, Drew."

"Are any of the rides still operating?"

"No, they shut them all down about a half hour after people started acting weird. They didn't take anyone off any lines, just stopped people from getting on lines. That was a little bit over an hour ago. I think all but the roller coasters have stopped running for the night. That guy Clinton said that something happened near the log flumes, so I'm going to head over that way and see if I can find anything out."

"Great work, Nikki. We'll cut to a commercial as you're heading over there."

By the time the ad for the Dairy Myriad Ice Cream Stand chain came on the air ("The best ice cream front and back"), Scott was rummaging in his closet for the equipment he would need to do this job. Judging by what he had just seen on the news, the supervillain responsible could only be either Maniacal Meriwether or Victor Villanova.

Scott changed into his uniform, put on his mask, and donned his jet-pack. With a gasp of anticipation, he launched himself into the air out of the garbage chute of his apartment building. As the smoke started to clear, people looked up and applauded: Admiral Anticrime was on his way to put an end to the mayhem at Metroburgh's amusement park.

He landed a few minutes later not far from where Nikki Gnocchi was reporting on her findings. As he landed, he saw Nikki bent over in a grassy, shadowy area not far from the perimeter fence around the now non-operational log flume ride.

Nikki stood up and faced her cameraman, holding the dark-colored fabric in front of her. "As you can see here, some of the affected women felt so overwhelmed that they didn't even think twice about leaving their entire bathing suit. It's still damp even! I'll bet someone's going to come looking for this." She carefully draped it over the perimeter fence.

Admiral Anticrime stepped closer to Nikki and she finally noticed him. "Admiral Anticrime, won't you tell us your thoughts on this matter?"

"Well, Miss Gnocchi, I don't really like talking about cases before they're solved, but I think it would be prudent for everyone to stay away from this park until things can get sorted out. I promise you that, whoever is responsible for this act of sabotage, they want something more than just a bunch of people having sex. And I intend to find out what."

The moisture from the bathing suit was starting to spread into the newscaster's mind and she stared longingly at the superhero. "Th- thank you, Admiral. It's always a .. comfort and a... a... a pleasure and a comfort to know that you're always on the ... on ... it's ... oh, you're always on ... hee hee ... on top of things....."

"Are you all right, Miss Gnocchi?"

"All right? Why, yes, I'm ... I'm feeling amazing, actually. Why — why do you ask?"

Before the superhero could respond, the newscaster jumped towards him, almost knocking him over in the process. She quickly lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to the ground, as she started grinding into the hero's leg.

His response remained calm as she grew more and more aroused, more eager to have him demonstrate his "super powers" on her awaiting flesh. His initial reaction was concern that she might accidentally trigger the deployment of one of the many gadgets he wore around his latex uniform, but he was able to readjust her body in such a way that it wouldn't be a problem.

After some mental debating and a small crowd of people had gathered around the two of them, he announced loudly to anyone who could hear. "I don't know exactly what is going to happen to her if I have sex with her, nor do I know exactly what is going to happen to her if I don't. I do know, however, that if I don't, she is going to find someone else. If I resist her, it will only postpone the inevitable. If I give in to her, it is possible that she can provide us with some clues as to who is responsible for this treachery and how to stop it. I have therefore decided not to fight her or warn her off." He sat down on the grass and she quickly jumped on top of him.

This announcement was met with a mixture of skepticism and appreciation. He let the reporter do all of the work as she anxiously reached into his superhero suit to get him ready to please her and, ultimately, take full advantage of his super-manliness. She bounced vigorously up and down on him, gasping for air and screaming in ecstasy at the top of her lungs. As was the case with all of the people who came in contact with the lust potion, she came quickly and collapsed on top of him, sound asleep.

"Um, Miss Gnocchi? Miss Gnocchi? Wake up, please!" Admiral Anticrime's voice got progressively louder and louder but still failed to wake her. He started to shake her to no avail. He clapped his hands in front of her face and she woke up almost instantly.

"Thank you so much, Admiral Anticrime! I really must get going now."

"What's the rush, Miss Gnocchi?"

"Oh, nothing. I just have somewhere I need to be now. Bye bye!" These comments, coupled with a playful lilt, emboldened several people around her to try and stop her. She resisted until Admiral Anticrime stepped forward and gazed into her eyes with specially designed goggles.

As soon as he got the right angle on seeing into her eyes, her entire body relaxed. "Now just relax, Miss Gnocchi. I'm looking into whatever is taking over your mind. I want to see inside your mind. That's very good. Hmmmm... Fascinating....."

"What is it, Admiral Anticrime?" asked a woman who had been standing close to them when the news reporter took it upon herself to take it into herself.

"Oh, nothing...." He couldn't say that all he could see was her desire to serve her master, especially if he couldn't tell who her master now was. He decided it would be best to take her somewhere more private. "Well, I think I'll be taking this young lady with me as I try to unravel this mystery."

Part V

Victor Villanova was watching the news, much like the rest of Metroburgh. He clapped his hands together in joy and victory. When he saw that Admiral Anticrime had arrived on the scene, he let out a sinister laugh that echoed off the walls of his living room.

Seeing the reporter pick up a discarded bathing suit, he did all he could to contain his excitement. He looked at his assistant, Rufus.

"Her name's Nikki Gnocchi, right, Doofus?"

"Right, boss."

"She might just need to change her name to Nikki Nookie soon."

Rufus laughed nervously at his boss's joke.

"How long do you think it'll be, my sycophantic sidekick, before Admiral Anticrime comes over here, trying to stop me?"

"An hour, maybe two, boss."

"Well, I guess we'll have the welcome wagon waiting for him when he gets here, huh?"

"What're you going to do, boss?"

"It's time to put phase 2 of my dastardly plan into action."

He paced around his laboratory before walking over his computer. He typed in a few commands. Rufus craned his neck to see what his boss was doing, but couldn't understand anything.

Rufus had to cover his ears as the sound of the laser cannon that was installed on the roof of Victor Villanova's hideout booted itself up. He looked to his boss for some comfort from the grinding noise, but his boss paid him no attention.

When the hums, squeals, and grinding sounds of the laser were finished, Victor looked at Rufus and said, "I'm about to spread three commands to everyone who is now under the control of my lust potion. First, they all will be extremely aroused by Admiral Anticrime. If any of them sees him, they will literally be unable to restrain themselves from trying to get to the goodies under his codpiece. Second, they will all feel compelled to come over here and wait for him. And third, when in both my presence and Admiral Anticrime's presence, they will refer to me as 'Victor' and not as 'master'."