S-ENF-??? - EPILOGUE

Item #: S-ENF-???
Object Designation: Epilogue

Carol was watching the pixie cell when Dr. Blithe approached her. "Shh," she said holding up a hand. "I want to watch this."

"What... oh." A very nude and very shamefaced Thessaly was jumping rope in full of the amused spectators, while pixies swung on threads from the clothespins attached to her nipples. She tripped over the rope, and squawked as two ping-pong paddles made contact with her bottom. "Great idea of yours to put her on permanent pixie duty."

"I thought it would save Melissa some sweat."

"Right," agreed Dr. Blithe. "I'd hate to see Melissa in her position. Anyway, I got you a little present."

"What is it?"

"Ta-da," said Dr. Blithe, a few moments later. "The holiday machine. You just step through that door, and you find yourself on that tropical island, having exactly the holiday you would have had if we hadn't intervened."

"Really?"

"It wasn't easy," said Blithe, wiping sweat off his brow. "But you do so much work around here. It's not fair that you ended up missing your whole holiday. I thought I'd try to make things right."

"That's very thoughtful of you," said Carol. "To be honest, Blithe, I always suspected you were a bit of a pervert, but now I think you might not be so bad after all. When do I step through?"

"Why not right now?"

"Really?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Well, okay," said Carol, opening the door, which was painted with a Hawaiian-shirt pattern of surfboards and parrots. A thought occurred to her as she stepped through, hearing the sound of the waves on the other side. "Wait, you mean exactly the holiday I would have had, if..."

"Have fun," said Blithe, giving her a shove.

A few moments later, Carol was lying on the beach. Well, lying wasn't exactly the right word. She was on the sand, baking in the full heat of the tropical sun, a towel under her back. Spread-eagled. Wrists and ankles tethered to stakes, hammered into the beach.

Glistening with oil.

And stark naked, of course. Her full breasts gleaming, her flat belly shimmering as oil pooled in her navel. Her strong thighs spread to expose the sensitive, shining folds of her sex. Totally nude and helpless, for the entertainment of the whole beach.

A shadow fell over her.

"Look who it is," said Lin, the stewardess, in a red one-piece swimsuit, with four of her friends. "The little pest from the plane. And she's got no clothes on again."