A Trip to the Amusement Park - Ch 5

Author's Note

Hey everyone, I want to apologize to anyone who's been waiting eagerly for this story to be continued. If you follow Lizzie, you know that I've been swamped, and it's been difficult to find the time and energy to write as much as I'd like to.

Thank you for your patience, I really hope you enjoy Chapter 5 :)

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With that, the crew headed for lunch. Britney was now adamant that she wanted to get all of the accessories removed. In fact, she wanted out of the harness entirely, but knew her parents would never agree to that.

At the very least she wanted to be able to talk again. She just had to hope that in this large park they wouldn’t run into Janessa for the remainder of the trip.

They arrived at a simple looking diner. On the left, red and white booths lined the interior. It was just around noon and the place was buzzing with hungry diners. The host checked their reservation, but rather than the booths, she ushered them to the right. The family stepped through a set of doors into another dining area.

As they approached the table, Britney noticed the table had booths on one side and three chairs with tall backs and trays on the other.

At the other tables, the children in child-plus harnesses sat in the tall chairs while adults stood in the regular seats.

They’re highchairs, Britney realized as a waiter took her lead and guided her to sit down. She considered resisting, but realized she’d much rather be free from the other restraints, even if it meant sitting in the highchair.

More staff came to assist in removing the trays. Britney had to tip toe to get onto her seat, once she sat down, her butt slid to the back of the seat, her feet now dangling underneath, unable to reach the floor.

Once in place, straps from behind here were clipped into rings just behind her shoulders. A similar pair was clipped to rings on either side of her waist before the entire contraption was tied down, effectively securing her harness to the seat.

The trays were reinserted until it fit snugly against her waist, and Britney had no doubt that she was now stuck to the chair. However, still not done, an assistant bent down in front of them, bringing her feet over to a footrest. Before she could react, there was a click sound, and Britney found her feet stuck to the footrest.

Really? Britney shot the assistant a glance, causing him to quickly scampered away.

A waitress soon arrived with a few menus and said she would be back to take their order in a couple of minutes. After she left, Britney mmphed quietly into her mark, trying to inform her parents that the gag had not been removed without receiving a shock.

“Don’t worry, we will remove the mouthguards and other restraints soon, as long as you girls stay quiet until the food is here. Okay?”

Britney sat back, angry at not having the damn mask removed right now, but afraid to complain, lest her parents decide to not remove them at all.

Bored, she twisted in her seat. The straps kept her tethered tightly to the back of the seat, and the tray prevented her from slipping forward. Her feet seemed to have been buckled into what felt like sandals, but they did a fine job keeping them firmly on the footrests.

She rocked the chair, but quickly found that the legs flared out, designed to prevent the occupant from tipping over. Grunting into her mask, she sat back.

She noticed Brenda squirming in her chair, undoubtedly figuring out what she had. She was twisting and turning with quite a bit of strength, but the highchairs stood firm, and hardly wobbled despite the struggle.

At first, Britney thought Brenda was tugging in anger and frustration. But with her eyes were closed, pulling against her harness in a rhythmic movement, it almost seemed like she was being… playful?

The server soon returned to take their order. Mikey decided on a hamburger with fries. Since the girls couldn’t offer their suggestions, their parents decided for them. Britney was surprised when her mom ordered her an alfredo pasta, one of her favorites.

The parents began chatting with Mikey about the day thus far. Mikey was clearly having a blast. The security measures hadn’t dampered his mood whatsoever. At the very least, her young little brother was having a good birthday.

After what seemed like forever, their food finally arrived. Britney was a bit dismayed to see that they were handed child plastic utensils and plates. Although, compared to the other events of the day, it was hardly worth complaining about.

Jane looked over at the girls, “Now, before I take these off and disable the shocks, I want you girls to promise to be on your best behavior or they go right back on, alright?”

The two nodded, and Jane tapped something on her wristband. A click sound could be heard, before the mouthguard began to deflate. A winding sound followed, and the girls found that they could move their hands out of the bags and the cords to their wrists had lengthened. Finally, their harness notified them that it was now safe to talk.

The girls removed their masks and placed them on the table. Britney took a moment to massage her jaw, which, despite the soft padding of the mouthguard, was beginning to feel a bit stiff. She took a sip out of her pink plastic cup, the water refreshing to her dry lips.

“Thanks mom and dad,” Brenda said. Britney quickly added her thanks as well, wanting to demonstrate that she would be on her best behavior, restraints or not.

“Can we not have these fuc- I mean the mouthguards, and other accessories later? They aren’t that comfortable and I think we have learned our lesson,” Britney said carefully.

“I think that sounds reasonable,” Steven replied, but turned to look at Jane. Britney stared intently.

Her mom brought her hand to her chin, pondering the question for a moment before answering. “The restraints are supposed to be slightly uncomfortable to remind you to be on your best behavior,” Jane said, “that being said, you two have been really good since the morning incident, I don’t see why we can’t at least remove the masks and mittens, but let’s talk about it after lunch.”

Britney sighed in relief and said her thanks. She was finally going to have the cursed mask removed, and perhaps even her hands slightly more free like the other kids. She could live with the rest of the restraints.

With that out of the way, the family turned to their food. The meals were surprisingly delicious, and they had some nice time chatting about the park. The girls, finally able to talk, shared their experiences thus far. Brenda agreed with Britney that the rides had been thrilling and fun, and that, despite the harnesses, they could still have a decent time.

Britney really wanted to suggest having the harnesses removed entirely, but stopped herself. She knew it wouldn’t happen given that they had already used so many of the child-plus features, and she didn’t want to risk her mom changing her mind. Instead, she chose to be on her best behavior, and focused primarily on the positives of the experience thus-far.

When asked about the diapers, Britney was surprised when Brenda said she didn’t mind it that much.

She explained that besides widening their steps a tiny bit, the diaper didn’t add much embarrassment given the fact that they were already in child harnesses. She even had positive things to say about their outfits. The overalls had been designed well, the form was fitting but felt like a comfortable embrace around the torso and lower body.

Britney’s review was more mixed. They were cute, not her style and a bit too childish for her tastes, but cute nonetheless. However, the straps of the overalls were far too tight, especially when sitting, shoving the diaper uncomfortably between her legs. The harness’ crotch straps only added to the effect.

Having finished her food earlier than the others, Britney began secretly fiddling with the highchair. The tray as snugly in place and she couldn’t seem to find a way to detach it. She couldn’t even figure out how the straps had clipped onto her harness.

Not only had they child-proof everything, they even adult-proofed it.

After the dishes were cleared away, Jane walked behind them and fiddled with her watch.

“That’s weird,” she said, “the leads aren’t releasing.” After trying for a few minutes, Steven went to grab an attendant.

He returned with one, and after listening to the situation, the employee nodded his head. “Ah, that’s because you haven’t added the restraints back on yet. The harnesses won’t release from the highchairs without all the original restraints and accessories back in place.”

“Oh, we were planning on removing the masks now that our little girls were behaving well,” Jane explained.

We’re not little girls! Britney almost blurted out, but thankfully caught her tongue.

“I’m sorry, the accessories are configured so that they can only be removed at the dressing rooms or front desk. It’s for safety reasons in case the child gets access to the parents wristwatches when they aren’t paying attention. Normally, there’s a help desk at the center of the park, but unfortunately it’s closed for construction. Sadly, this means you’ll have to walk to all the way over there.” The attendant explained, referring to the map on Jane’s bracelet. Based on the distance, he explained it could take around half an hour to walk over.

Mikey wasn’t too pleased with that, having already been eager to hop back onto the rides right after lunch. Jane began discussing with assistant, asking if there were any alternatives.

“Maybe… we can put them back on for now and go on some rides on the way there and then get them removed?” Brenda suggested.

Britney spun her head around, “Don’t you want them removed as soon as possible?” she blurted. Going on rides and slowly making it back could take an hour or more.

“I don’t know… I just don’t want Mikey to feel bored and make everyone walk over just to get these removed for us, seems a bit selfish.” Brenda said meekly.

“But—”

Jane cut off Britney with a shush. “We’ll go on just a few more rides on the way back, and walk a little more in between. That way it’ll be removed within an hour. End of story, you two understand?” she said.

Brenda nodded. And after contemplating whether or not she wanted to start an argument, Britney resigned and nodded as well, again remembering her mom controlled her freedom.

Tbat didn’t stop her from staring at her sister, trying to read her face. Brenda quickly turned away, her hands were neatly folded in front of her, her thumbs twiddling.

With that decided, the assistant nodded and picked up the mask. Before inserting it into their mouths, he pulled out a sanitizing wipe and cleaned it.

Britney reluctantly opened her mouth. As the rubber passed her teeth, the foul-tasting alcohol almost made her retch. But before she could complain, the mouthguard had inflated and she was forced to accept it in silence.

At least it would be removed relatively soon. Next, she felt her wrist leads retract. She put her hands into the mittens without prompt. Since when had she become so obedient?

Finally, the assistants released her from the chair and helped her stand up, before handing her lead back to her parents. Britney grunted, realizing she was now back in the full restraints. At least her parents had disabled shock mode, so they didn’t need to worry about talking into their gags.

Britney turned to eye her sister. She seemed much less disturbed about it all, accepting the restraints without complaint or hesitation. Her arms tugging as her hips swayed gently, it almost seemed like… she was enjoying it?

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Brenda lagged slightly behind as they exited the diner. She tugged playfully with her hands, feeling each tug pull on a series of straps.

Sticking her bum out, the crotch straps pulled on the already tight overalls, rubbing her as she let out a quiet whimper. It felt… good. She shut her eyes, rocking gently back and forth as she followed dociely behind her parents.

She looked up to see her sister looking back at her, their eyes making contact for a second. Brenda jerked her head away, feeling her cheeks glow red in the process.

Why am I so weird?

It was the thought that had been plaguing her mind for the past hour. She was conflicted. Obviously, she had been just as embarrassed when Janessa and Jonathan had seen them, but for some reason, as the tight straps pulled taut around her body, the feeling was simply indescribable. Like it scratched an itch she never even knew she had.

Something about being unable to control anything, having to follow whoever or whatever her lead was attached to, felt… relieving?

It was such a foreign feeling, something she didn’t quite understand. It was such a contrast from the packed schedules, stressful exams, and caffeine-fueled all-nighters that had been her first year of college.

But was that all?

No, there was also something about pulling and tugging against her bonds. Struggling against her bonds even whilst knowing it was futile, the gentle tugging and digging into her skin constantly reminding her of her place.

She was old enough to understand the pleasure and kink behind a more adult version of it all, but it was never something she’d ever explored with any of her exes.

No, this is wrong! A scream echoed in the back of her mind as Brenda felt a heat rise from under her collar. Looking around, she was reminded that they were in a theme park, out in the public, where she was exposed for everyone to see.

She was restrained like an untamed animal. Any sane person would be infuriated at the helplessness. So then why did she feel this way when it was clear her sister didn’t.

What is wrong with me?

Brenda shook her head, reminding herself of the degradation and humiliation. That’s right, she hated the shocks. Hated being seen by Janessa and the others. She hated being treated like a little child who didn’t know any better. She still couldn’t wait to get out of the harness entirely and be free once again.

But a thought continued to linger in the back of her mind. This was fun, but it was only fun if she had a bit more control over it all. Maybe she would be able to purchase the harness somewhere and try it by herself at home.

Brenda chewed at the mouthguard as they moved forward, her mind still a flurry of thoughts until they arrived at the next ride.

The next ride was situated in a small forest of trees. The banner read River Run, and featured explorers on a log, riding through a river as people chased after them on the banks.

Brenda’s lead was attached once again to the railing with Britney and Mikey right behind her.

As they walked through the queue, a narrator explained that they were following the footsteps of the renowned Dr. Milan, who had walked through these trails in search for the hidden gem known as The Kaliah.

However, instead of jewels, the group had met a hidden civilization.

“We had started out as friends, trading our advanced technology for their experience in the vast jungle, hoping to uncover the gem.”

“However, it was a trap, and they left us stranded in the forest without food or water. Realizing they’d done the same to Dr. Milan, we vowed for revenge. We survived, and managed to sneak into their camp, where we stole The Kaliah.”

But they had quickly caught on, and now the group of explorers found themselves nearly surrounded, the only escape was to travel down the mighty river.

It was a cheesy story, but nonetheless, Brenda enjoyed the immersion. They had set up heat lamps and mist, setting a humid climate throughout the queue. She could hear the hissing and buzzing as they walked through the jungle.

Soon, they reached the end of the queue, where Brenda could hear the roaring of water. Assistants arrived, but instead of detaching them, they held up a sheet of clear plastic. The employee ignored her question, instead began to wrap the sheet around her. It was draped around her like a cloak, which wrapped around her neck and was secured with some buttons.

With that done, the kids were led over to a log, floating in water, and Brenda realized that they were in for a wet ride.

There were three seats, and she was taken to the first one. As the typical U-shaped bar was brought down over her shoulders and locked into place, she noticed the floor was wet.

As Britney and Mikey were seated behind her, Brenda was still looking around at the wet floor, trying to keep her socked feet from getting soaked.

There was a tap on her shoulder, and Brenda turned around to see the attendant holding what looked like swimming goggles. She asked if Brenda wanted them to prevent the water from getting into her eyes. It seemed unlikely the water would splash that high, and Brenda was about to decline.

However, behind her, she heard Mikey say yes. Deciding that he probably knew something she didn’t, she nodded her head at the assistant. He brushed her hair back a bit before fastening the goggles. Behind her, Britney had agreed to the goggles as well.

The ride then began with a sudden lurch forward and the log quickly plunged into a dark cave. With a click, their log began being guided upward by a whir of motors. A light could be seen at the end of the tunnel, getting gradually bigger as the ride chugged forward. There were some warning signs on either side, but through the dim light and foggy goggles, she couldn’t quite make out the text.

When the log finally made its way to the opening Brenda widened her eyes. She had done this many times already that day due to the sheer scale of the ride, however this time it was different, as staring right back at her were a pair of gigantic cannons.

Before she could react, a jet of water shot out right at them. Brenda instinctively brought her arms up to her face to shield herself, only to find them helplessly pinned at her sides.

She barely had time to yelp as the stream of water hit her right arm, the spray exploding all over her. Mikey howled in laugher and Brenda could hear Britney chuckling too, even through her mouthguard.

Shaking the wet hair that had covered her eyes out of the way, Brenda could see that behind the cannons were other children, through their mocking smiles, she suddenly realized how fucked she was.

Unable to protect herself, she was going to get drenched. What would happen to her hair, her face, her clothes? Surely the water would seep in between the cloak.

As the next burst of water shot toward her, she tried to duck to one side, however the security bar held her firmly upright in her seat. She braced herself for the impact, but right before it hit, the ride lurched forward, the stream missing her by inches.

Britney and Mikey however, were not so lucky, as the ride repositioned them right into the spot where she’d been. Brenda managed to crane her neck around enough in her collar to see Britney’s surprised face. Now it was Brenda’s turn to laugh as she too was now completely soaked. In the back, Mikey continued to laugh hysterically despite him too now being wet.

As the ride continued forward, twisting and turning as they slid through the river. Cannons had been dispersed throughout, but they’d traveled quickly enough to dodge most of them.

However, as they pulled into a clearing, Brenda could make out more water cannons in front. And to her dismay, their ride slowed into a crawl as they made their way toward the cannons. She struggled frantically from side to side, trying to find a way to escape. Yet, inevitably, the cannons continued to inch closer. She braced herself.

Some of the children fired too early and didn’t reach them. Others fired too late. However, Brenda realized with dread that it was completely out of her control.

The children piloting the cannons above held her fate in their hands. The thought made her struggle in earnest as she tried to jerk away from her seat. But the padded metal bar did a fine job of holding her firmly in place, and aside from kicking her legs, Brenda could do very little as the torrent of water flew toward them.

As they neared another set of cannons, the boat started varying in pace, it slowed down but then sped up, before slowing back down. This dodged several shots, and Brenda could see a huge slope up ahead.

Just a few more yards, and they would escape to safety. Brenda was about to flash a look of triumph when there was a loud bang from behind them, and suddenly the ride came to a stop.

She looked around, a metal chain had somehow attached to the back of their log, leading back to the shore. Their freedom was a mere inches away, but now they were stuck, with three cannons trained on them from each side.

Water shot toward them in all directions, and Brenda was, needless to say, drenched from head to toe. She struggled to bury her face in her shoulder with limited success until there was a loud clang from behind, and she saw the hook tumble to the water.

Free, the boat lurched forward and the kids plunged down a steep slope. The ride was rapid and turbulent as water crashed in from the sides.

As they were drifting down, there were a couple cannons still lined on the sides, but thankfully they were moving fast enough that most of the kids couldn’t aim fast enough to hit them. Near the end however, a couple teenagers were piloting two cannons situated on either side of them. Brenda could just make out their faces through her now blurry goggles. Their crooked smiles mocking her as they trained the cannons right at her.

She had little time to brace herself as the two streams crashed squarely into her chest. One right on top of each breast. Brenda screamed at the sensation, as the water exploded all over her.

After what seemed like forever, but was in reality was probably only a couple of minutes, the log made its way back to the station and came to a halt.

The kids were forced to catch their breath in their soaked seats as no attendants were ready to help them out just yet. It was only then that Brenda noticed that she didn’t feel nearly as soaked as she had during the ride. While her face and hair were definitely soaked through, the feeling of wet clothing sticking to her skin was absent.

She looked down to see that even though some water had seeped in through the coat, the beads were still standing on the overalls. Her clothing must’ve been treated with some water-repellant layer. Furthermore, nothing seemed to have leaked in between her clothes either. It was only then that she noticed a thin, but important seal along the cuffs and edges along the overalls. The formfitting design of the clothes had the added benefit of reducing the gaps in which the water could seep in. Perhaps most surprisingly were her socks, which were also magically dry.

If only they thought something to protect my hair, Brenda thought as she shook the hair out of her face.

Finally, a couple of assistants came and quickly got them out of their seats and removed their cloaks and goggles. Brenda was thankful that the assistant also brushed a couple strands of her wet hair that had been plastered on her face out of the way. They were then brought over to the exit rail where they were began marching out.

Outside, their parents were already waiting for them. The kids were led to their individual waiting positions and their leashes retracted to the wall, leaving them facing the wall, although this time with some more room than before.

Brenda happily noticed that there was no ankle restraints for this waiting room. Her parents come up to the three of them, however, instead of freeing them as they had before, Brenda watched as instead, her mom pickup up a hairdryer that was attached to the wall beside her and began blow-drying her hair. Her dad worked on Britney’s while Mikey was free to dry his on his own. Brenda felt her mother brush her hair with her soft hands as she began patiently drying her long, waist-length hair.

Britney’s hair, which was only just under shoulder length, dried much quicker. After the other two finished, Steven released them from the waiting line in order to allow other kids to come in. He took their leads off to a side bench where they waited.

The drying took a long time, but Brenda was surprised to find herself enjoying the experience. She recalled as a little girl when her mom would dry, brush, and braid her hair for her as she sat patiently on the white chair in her room. Brenda would stare at the dresser mirror, watching in fascination as her mom’s soft hands would spin her hair into different designs. The gentle smile she wore as she taught Brenda the steps.

Brenda couldn’t help but smile at the memory, remembering herself twirling in front of the mirror. I guess there are perks to being taken care of, she thought to herself.

“Sorry for the wet ride, we didn’t know it would be this intense!” Jane said loudly. She turned the dryer to a lower setting as Brenda could feel her hair was getting close to being completely dry again. “We only chose this ride because it actually brought us much closer to the entrance. One more ride and we should actually be there before expected!”

“Yay!” Brenda could barely hear Britney say through her mouthguard. Brenda on the other hand felt a bit conflicted about the news. She almost wanted to be held fully restrained and silent for a little while longer.

“We’re all done,” Jane said. Shutting off the dryer. “Thanks for waiting you two.” Her mom’s hand left her head, and Brenda felt a warmth leave with it. As Jane worked on detaching her lead, Brenda almost wanted to lean in to feel her embrace on her skin again. But she held back, and they soon began walking toward the next ride.