Magnetic mortification

The men watched politely as the women floated higher into the air. The rule right now was "look, but don't touch." They didn't mind that. They thought they were probably going to get to fuck some really hot girls later in the evening, and they were right.

Mayor Peggy Jackson drifted towards the Magnet Man, nude and dripping. "You bastard!" she howled. "Let go of me!"

"The magnets have decided your fate."

"What does that mean?"

The Magnet Man reached over, and pulled a large level on his galvanic device. Instantly a bunch of wheels whirred into reverse, and the electricity sparking off the diodes changed colour from green to purple. He picked up what looked like a wand, and zapped Peggy between the legs with a purple jolt. She yelped.

"Ow! Hey, wait, what's happening?"

"This is your destiny," the Magnet Man said, as Peggy Jackson began to float over the heads of the awaiting crowd. She floated across to Doc Topper, who was holding a string. He smiled up at her and, with one neat throw, looped the string around her ankle, towing her through the air exactly as if she was a balloon.

"Where are you taking me? Put me down! Stop!" Doc Topper waved goodbye to the other men, and turned to take a stroll through the carnival, whistling a jaunty tune and tipping his hat to all the ladies he passed. They glanced up in the air at Peggy, flailing and furious, bobbing along behind him, stark naked and dripping wet with her body gleaming with sweat and her hair plastered to her face, and smiled.

"Hey, look, everyone! It's the Mayor!"

"Mister, if we give you a dollar, can we throw things at her?"

"Fellas, you can do it for free."