You remain trapped. (Puppet)

Try as you might, no amount of pulling or struggling seems to loosen the wicked threads that hold you. You yank, tug and convulse against them, but only seem to manage to get more stuck.

"Shame she didn't make it far, but fret not folks! Our mobile unit has already **** another contestant! We'll get this one mind-wiped and processed during the commercial break, and then we'll be right back to see how the next contestant fares!"

You hear the robot-TV-thingy taunt and it only makes you struggle more. By the time it arrives, your suspended in mid-air by all the strings around you, held up with your arms spread and your legs kicking in the air pathetically.

The monitor slowly floats in front of your face, and the spiral fills your mind. Your head lolls and your tongue hangs out as you feel yourself fade away.

"And a friendly reminder, viewers at home, if you liked today's first contestant, stay tuned later tonight... she'll be appearing in our live telecast of the galaxy's favourite sexcapade, 'Alien Puppet Show!' Viewer discretion is advised..."

Those are the last words you hear before your eyes roll back and your brain goes blank.

The stage lights go up and your sleepily come to. You take in your surroundings and see a wooden stage all around you, with a red curtain hanging to the front.

You are still held up by strings, but not entangled as before. You feel as though these strings have a purpose, holding you inches off the ground, your toes a couple of inches from touching the floor, and your arms held out, forming you into a sort of T-pose. You attempt to look up but can't manage to move your head on its own.

There's a tug of a string attached to your chin, and you indeed look up, though not through your own faculties. Above you, a many armed alien sits atop a wooden flight, dangling the unmistakable shape of a marionette's strings from its grasp. As it moves it, you begin to shake to and fro.

"Curtain's up! Let's see your best, show floor smile!"

A big, vacant smile fills your face immediately. You're not feeling too happy, but it doesn't seem to matter. You have no control over your body now, though your mental faculties otherwise appear in tact.

True to it's word, the alien raises the red curtain, and you find yourself surrounded by a sea of strange creatures of all shapes and sizes. The auditorium is filled with aliens, waiting to see you perform! A few cameras swing around on cranes, taking in your performance from every angle.

"Now DANCE, dolly!"

He pulls on your strings and you begin to move. Still clad in your attire from the test rooms, you feel yourself perform a seductive dance, moving with unnatural fluidity, your limbs tugging to and fro by their strings, feet hovering just above the floor. You're not truly dancing, you're just a puppet on some strings.

"And now, for our other guest..."

As the aliens in the crowd hoop and holler at your border-line strip tease of a performance, their cries grow in volume as your puppeteer uses its extra limbs to bring a second puppet onto the stage floor.

Another girl, also clad in black latex bra and boy-shorts and a pair of ballet flats, dances towards you, presumably another unfortunate victim of the Grand Maze. She is a red-headed girl, with a dumb, placid smile plastered over her face, and gorgeous green eyes. They look glazed over, empty, like a dolls. The thought occurs to you that perhaps your own eyes now look like that... the two of you both prisoners in your own bodies.

The puppeteer causes the girl to dance towards you, moving your own positioning until you are in a submissive, pleading pose for her.

"Make it sexy puppets... these people want a good show..."

You sink back, your shoulders moving outwards, and for the first time, you touch the floor in earnest, adopting the pose of a woman waiting for her lover to crawl up towards her and into bed. Crawl she does, the puppeteer having her pin you to the floor. You two begin grinding together through the latex bottoms you both wear, an almost comical squeaking sound filling the air as you hump futilely against one another. You can't help but feel the horniness build, all the while the aliens jeer and cat call and whistle at the two of you.

It's almost like you're being dominated in bed by this flame haired vixen, and she would look the part... but you just can't get over that empty, vacant stare, and big, dumb, dolly smile.

Erotic, yes, but you two aren't truly lovers. Merely puppets in a show. This performance will not end in your own pleasure, merely the satisfaction of that mocking audience. That is why you're here after all - you're the entertainment...