Enter The Tunnel

Mr. Jackson had been very proud of this next invention.

First, as Emily crawled on her hands and knees through the dim tunnel, unable to move any direction but forward, patiently seeking a way out of the funhouse, she felt something catch at her posterior. Something soft and sticky. Something that wouldn't come free, no matter how much she wiggled.

Because it was attached to her panties. She couldn't reach back to unstick it. And, as she tried to pull away from it by crawling forward, she felt to her dismay that it was beginning to tug her panties down.

A strip of fabric coated in a special glue, like flypaper. It had taken a lot of experiments for Mr. Jackson to get it exactly right. It came down out of the ceiling and attached itself to the seat of a girl's pants as she was bent over, crawling through the tunnel. And it didn't let go. Which meant there was only one way forward for the poor girl who got caught.

Of course, some girls would rather stay in the tunnel for as long as they could then come crawling out without their pants. Mr. Jackson didn't want that. It would reduce throughput, and he wouldn't sell as many tickets. That was where the next part of the invention came in.

Emily felt the tunnel begin to tilt.

It tilted forward, so her head was facing down and her legs were facing up. It was becoming a slide.

A very slippery slide.

"Eek!"