She decides to stay at the park a little longer

Maybe it was the effect of being fully dressed once again. Maybe it was the lure of nostalgia. Or maybe it was just a gut feeling. But something compelled Mackenzie to say "Actually, why don't we stay just a bit longer? They've got non-water stuff to do too."

"What?!" Ryan said, flabbergasted. "Are you serious? I thought you'd be dying to get out of here after all that."

"I kind of do..." Mackenzie admitted. "But if I leave this park without having at least a little fun, I feel like it'll feel even worse in the long run. Does that make sense?"

"I guess..."

"Then let's go play some mini-golf. I used to love this course! And there won't be so many people around, at least..."

Ryan agreed, so the couple entered the shack that read "Maraudin' Mini-Golf" to get some putters and balls. The course was a full 18 holes, and it ran in a big circle surrounded by trees on the outskirts. Holes 1-10 went fairly smoothly for the both of them. Mackenzie was gradually starting to feel better and forget about her embarrassing ordeals. But then Hole 11 happened.

Mackenzie was watching Ryan line up his shot when she noticed a six foot tall Captain Marley statue a few feet away. It was tucked away from the course slightly, and looked extremely old and decrepit. Its hook arm dangled limply from the shoulder, as if it had broken and collapsed, but its other arm was raised up, as if waving.

"I think..." Mackenzie muttered, "I remember this thing waving before."

"Well it certainly doesn't look like its capable of moving now," Ryan chuckled.

Mackenzie tapped on the body with her putter, eliciting a few hollow THUNKS. A moment later, there was a loud metal groan and the raised arm lurched slightly. It moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"Look!" Mackenzie cried, "It's w-"

The redhead was cut off as the mechanical arm suddenly burst apart from the body. It swung downwards and plummeted straight towards Mackenzie. Had she been even an inch closer, the falling metal would have crashed into her, perhaps even injuring her. But that was the extent of Mackenzie's good luck. Because, had she been even half an inch farther away, she would have been spared her ill fate.

The arm fell, fingers pointing downward, and it was so close to her body that it lightly brushed against Mackenzie's skin. As if in slow motion, the metal hand traveled directly down the middle of Mackenzie's body. The Captain's fingers met the top of the beauty's tank top, and as it fell it began pulling the shirt down with it. Both straps of the top immediately snapped under the sudden and immense pressure. Then, the fingers reached the cups of the redhead's bra. The two fingers on each end managed to slip into one cup each, and began pulling the bra down in earnest too. The straps of Mackenzie's bra snapped, much like the tank top's had, and both garments were free to be whisked down Mackenzie's body. Fueled by gravity, the arm continued its descent, baring Mackenzie's lovely breasts to the world once again, and pulled her clothes down to her waist, completely breaking the bra clasp in the process. But the arm wasn't done there. The hand slipped into not only Mackenzie's shorts, but, amazingly, right into her panties too! It shoved the tight garments down forcefully, instantly breaking the shorts' button and zipper, as well as snapping the panties' waistband. All four items of clothing rocketed down Mackenzie's smooth legs, revealing her bare womanhood. Finally, the metal arm slammed into the ground between her feet, driving itself deeper into the earth and pooling Mackenzie's former wardrobe around her ankles. It embedded the ruined clothes down into the ground, cementing them in place, before finally coming to a rest.

Mackenzie stood there in complete and utter shock. In the span of a second, the falling arm had somehow managed to strip her completely naked! She was too stunned to move, too stunned to speak even. The naked beauty simply couldn't process what had just happened. Ryan, too, was gobsmacked at his girlfriend's sudden near-miss with injury and non-miss with nudity. When people began shouting, the two of them finally broke out of their trances.

The crashing of the arm had been incredibly loud, and all the nearby mini-golfers were rightfully startled and curious as to what had happened. Suddenly, there was nearly 40 people staring right in Mackenzie's direction. Mackenzie let out a quiet squeak of utter embarrassment, before crouching down and trying to extricate her clothes from the arm. But it was no use. The only way to free them from their earthy prison would be ripping them apart, and that certainly wouldn't help Mackenzie's predicament. Even worse, the tight ring of fabric around her ankles was holding her feet down with surprising ****! She couldn't even move from the spot! She was stuck there, naked and blushing, while dozens of people took notice of her.

"Here! Mackenzie, here!" Ryan shouted as he thrust his tank top into Mackenzie's hands. She gasped, overcome with relief at her boyfriend's help once again in her hour of need, then donned the shirt. Then, Ryan helped her slowly free her feet from the tangled of ruined clothes, though her sandals couldn't be saved. Once free, Mackenzie pulled her towel from her bag and wrapped it around her hips. She gave a weary sigh. Captain Marley had struck yet again.

"I think I'm ready to go now..." Mackenzie weakly said. Whatever good memories she hoped to squeeze out of the rest of the day clearly weren't going to happen. Ryan simply nodded and put his arm around her. Together they walked towards the exit.

Next to the shack where they'd gotten their clubs was a small white tube sticking a few feet out of the ground. A big sign next to it had Captain Marley proudly saying "Return yer balls here buccaneer!" Ryan dumped his in and there was a WHOOSH of suction as it was pulled down the pipe. Mackenzie followed suit, but as she placed her ball in the tube, the hem of her borrowed tank top got a bit too close. The suction initiated, whisking the ball away, but it also started pulling on Mackenzie's shirt! The redhead tried to yank it free, but the suction was powerful! The fabric was pulled ridiculously tight against her figure, straining the shirt to its limits.

"Ryan!" was all Mackenzie managed to say before the tank top ripped apart in the back. In an instant, it was whisked down the tube, never to be seen again. Mackenzie stood there, topless and dumbfounded for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Someone nearby wolf whistled. Fighting back tears, Mackenzie grabbed the towel around her hips and pulled it up, fastening it over her chest. "Let's just go," she muttered.