319. Fractured Fairy Tale
Amy decides it wouldn't hurt, just for a little while, to indulge her fairy tale fantasies. After all, as the bookish kid she never had never expected to be the pretty princess at the center of a glorious story of triumph and true love. She had always dreamed, though.
She takes the gentleman, whom she has decided to mentally refer to as Prince Charming, by the hand and they begin their dance. Amy and the prince soon become the center of attention. The entire ballroom stops their dancing to watch as Amy and her temporary beau dance the most elegant waltz that has ever been danced. Everything is beautiful. Everything is magical. Everything is perfect. As a final flourish, the prince moves to spin Amy out to arm's length. Amy has seen this in movie's enough times to know that she is to spin away so that their fingers barely touch, then spin back in so that her prince can embrace her. She closes her eyes as she does her part of the dance.
RIIIIIIIIIP!
Amy is startled back to reality by the sound of her dress ripping. A look of dull surprise crosses her face as she looks down, befuddled, at her dress on the floor, then up at the lascivious smirk on Prince Charming's face. Then come the peals of laughter, and Amy remembers that she is now standing in her underwear in front of an enormous crowd of people. Despite the confusion, she figures out what happened. The caddish Prince Charming, accustomed to treating everyone as his inferiors to do with as he wishes, stomped on the hem of Amy's dress, causing it to rip off of her as she spun out. Amy bends her legs and tries to use her arms to hide her underwear from the prying eyes that surround her.
Now Charming approaches Amy again, a lustful look in his eyes. Amy tries to run, but as she does he quickly darts a hand out to grab the lace of her corset. The corset unties as she runs, eventually falling off as she reaches the edge of the crowd of people and bears her bosom to the assembled masses.
Amy gasps and blushes bright red. She crouches down and tries to make herself as small as possible as the laughter of the crowd grows louder. The crowd tightens around her, preventing escape, as Amy quakes with fear at what is to come.
Prince Charming takes the opportunity of Amy's crouching state to rear his right leg back and deliver a swift kick to Amy's butt. She is propelled forward and winds up on all fours, like a dog.
Amy's humiliation does not end there. The prince evidently came prepared for this eventuality. He lunges forward and quickly snaps a dog collar around Amy's neck, then proceeds to lead her in a grand circle around the ballroom on a leash. This is not the first time the Prince has subjected an unfortunate lady to this humiliation, but Amy was the only one inexperienced enough to fall for his charms.
After leading Amy around the room three times, Prince Charming tells Amy to sit up. She starts to stand, but receives a boot to the ribs for her efforts. Ordered to sit again, Amy puts he knees to the ground and sits on her haunches.
“There's a good girl!” says the Prince patronizingly, “You deserve a treat!” He grabs a cream pie from a nearby table and shoves it into Amy's face. He then grabs too more and shoves one onto each breast. Removing the pie plates leaves sticky white cream all over Amy's face and breasts. As a final insult, he pulls out two bright red cherries and firmly lodges them in the cream on Amy's breasts, in roughly the position of her nipples.
“You may leave now!” the prince declares. Amy quickly stands up and turns to run away, only to find herself halted by a tug at her waist and in her crotch. She looks back to find the Prince has grabbed hold of her by the rear strap of her pink silk thong. “...After you have thanked me for my generosity in giving you everything that's coming to you.”
Amy can barely contain herself. She has put up with intolerable cruelty from the Prince, and she'll be damned if she'll thank him for it. As she prepares to give him a piece of her mind, the prince yanks her thong upward. His surprising strength allows him to lift her off the ground, and Amy is left to dangle in the air from her pink silk thong, face and breasts covered in cream, legs pumping uselessly in the air.
At last, Amy gives up as a pall of resigned humiliation falls over her. She falls limp and quietly mumbles her thanks. “Louder, please.” This time, Amy shouts, “Thank you for giving me everything that's coming to me!”
The prince nods his approval. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small knife. With one swift slice, he cuts off Amy's thong, causing her to fall to the ground on all fours again. This time, the Prince smashes a pie into Amy's exposed rear-end and, after pulling off the plate, gives it a swift kick.
“Now crawl out of here, and never return!” Amy doesn't need the prince to tell her that last part to stay away. She crawls out of the ballroom, her face, breasts and ass covered in pie cream, twin cherries adorning her nipples, wearing nothing but opera gloves, stockings, garter belt, and boots, purple pussy on display. Once she reaches the portrait gallery she stumbles to her feet and runs back through the mansion, then out the door and through the woods, all the way to her car. She never goes less than twenty miles above the speed limit as she races home, desperate to put this ordeal behind her, all thoughts of rescuing Shannon banished from her mind.
As she flees, Amy promises never to watch a Disney movie again.
Amy has no desire to continue her adventure.