Emily is in Control

Emily watched the Other Emily loading the new riders into the cars. This job seemed like it was going to be fine, as long as she didn't do anything silly. She looked around at the pole with the hook on it, at the coat hooks, and the rails around the cars, none of which could possibly, surely, pose a threat now. And maybe she could just pop up the ladder, just for a second? Peter would be very happy, and he clearly knew lots of stuff about the rides. Maybe he would mention how helpful she had been to Mr Jackson?

The Other Emily gave a thumbs up and jiggled excitedly at the entrance to the ride, which was Emily's cue to press Start.

The cars started to spin around her as she watched through the window. Emily decided, while she was alone here and nobody could see her, to just very quickly pop up through the hatch.

The void above the control room was a mess of cables and wooden beams, and Emily saw a large panel of round sockets in the gloom. The noise from the speakers was very loud up here, and Peter's loom was, sure enough, lying harmlessly just a few inches from the panel. This would just take a second, thought Emily, and crawled in to the roof space.

It actually was very easy to plug the cable in, and Emily flipped the steel clip to secure it in place. Happy with her work she shuffled backwards toward the hatch.

Then her heart leapt into her throat as she fell.

She didn't know that the panels between the beams were only plaster, and not designed to take any weight. She was saved by her legs tangled in the mess of cables, and by the hem of her t-shirt which caught on the wooden strut. Happy to have not crashed to the ground, Emily tried to work out where exactly she was. She knew her head was stuck in the neck of the shirt and her arms were held upright by the sleeves. Although she could only see yellow she was fairly sure she was naked again, with the shirt up over her head. Her ankles were held wide apart and forward, and her bottom was floating in mid-air. However, Emily was not so worried yet. She was, after all, alone in the control room, so as long as she could get out of this latest predicament before the ride ended she would be okay.

She decided to try to get her head free first. Gripping her hands onto the inside of the sleeves to avoid falling she wriggled her head out of the neck hole. Her chin came free and she tasted the fabric in her mouth. She pushed it out with her tongue and it snagged on her nose. She wiggled her head once more and the fabric slowly inched up over her eyes until she saw, with horror, her predicament.

She was suspended above the control panel with her shirt entirely above her head, her arms vertical as she clung onto it. Her ankles were tangled in the cables which snaked up into the roof void, and her legs were held outstretched in front of her horizontally, feet either side of the large viewing window. She gulped as she saw the faces of the passengers as they whizzed past; if any of them looked at the window they would see very clearly absolutely everything she had to offer.

She craned her neck to look below her. Should she just let herself fall? It was about three feet to the control panel, and another three feet to the floor. Falling was not an option. That would hurt.

Even over the music Emily heard the loud ripping noise as her shirt started to give way. She suddenly dropped about a foot, still gripping the sleeves. A second later her feet dropped suddenly by the same amount as one of the cables slithered out of the hole in the ceiling. She looked up and saw the fabric stretching and tearing open slowly and became aware that she was gradually being lowered. Through the window she saw somebody look right at her as they sped past. Then another. Then another, this time pointing and laughing. Then it seemed that every car that whizzed past was full of people laughing and pointing at the naked girl spread-eagled in the window.

A strange sensation overtook her sense of humiliation. There was something hard pressing right on her bum hole. And it was vibrating. It sent excited shivers through her abdomen and her nipples immediately became rock hard. It wasn't unpleasant at all, but what on earth was it?

Then she realised with horror that she was being lowered onto the long wooden handle of the speed control.

'No, no, no!' Emily screamed out loud. There was no way that thing was going up her bum! She wriggled her body, desperately trying to move away from the lever. It was horrible, wooden and hard. It was vibrating steadily and oh, it actually felt really good. As she struggled her feet dropped again slightly and her bottom moved slightly away from the wooden handle, which now pressed against the entrance to her love tunnel.

Emily screwed her eyes shut and tried to **** the sensations she was feeling out of her mind. Her body trembled both with the effort of trying to avoid being penetrated by this machine and with the delicious pulsating throughout her torso as she inexorably lowered onto the throbbing pole. She knew all those people were speeding past the window watching her, watching her breasts jiggling, her outstretched legs quivering, and her wet pussy greedily taking the vibrating handle inside her. The pleasure coursing through her entire body was unwelcome, unwanted, but oh my god it was good.

Almost unable to think of or feel anything but the machine inside her, she became aware of the cold surface of the control panel on her bare bottom. She was now sitting flat on the panel, with the speed control all the way inside her. In a sudden flash of inspiration she saw an image of the emergency stop button. Although with her arms still clinging on to the remains of her torn shirt there was no way for her to press it. Unless...

Her face a mask of determination, Emily pushed aside the urge to surrender herself to the intense waves of ecstasy building throughout her being. She ignored the faces flying past the window in front of her. She knew that her only option was to manoeuvre her bottom over the button and press it with her buttock. She heard, from a long way away, 'Scream if you want to go faster!' and with a gargantuan effort rocked her pelvis, moving the speed control with her soaking pussy in order to position her bottom nearer to the emergency stop.

As the cars picked up speed the old machinery rumbled and thrilled into top gear and Emily's screams of delight were possibly louder than those of the passengers. She could see nothing, hear nothing, and feel nothing but the incredibly intense climax she simply must reach. Nothing in her life had come close to this feeling of utter abandon, and she wished she could prolong this experience forever. Her body convulsed as the machine fucked her, and she longed for the sweet release that must surely come at any second.

Peter returned just as the ride was slowing down, carrying a paper coffee cup. 'Awesome, she got the lights on!' he beamed at the Other Emily. Emily didn't answer, staring at the centre of the ride. Following her eyes, Peter was shocked to see the new girl sitting completely naked on the control panel. As the ride came to a halt her eyes opened, she looked around, and screamed 'No! No, no, no!'

'What the fuck?' asked Peter.

'I don't know,' replied the Other Emily.

The new girl pulled her arms from the yellow cloth hanging above her and hammered her fists on the control panel. She seemed to fiddle with her ankles for a moment, lifted her ass into the air, and rolled off onto the floor. A second later she bolted through the door to the control room and ran into the night.

'Did she just fuck my girl?' asked Peter. Tears welled up in his eyes. Nobody else had ever quite loved this old girl the way he did.

The Other Emily wasn't sure which way round he was thinking. 'Yep.' she said. Yes to both, she guessed.