The hapless victims of Jack the Ripper passed by in a blissful blur for Xander as Anya wrapped her small warm hand around his straining cock. She stroked him until he groaned her name in a ragged breath. Anthony Perkins stabbed Janet Leigh and gave Xander a conspiratorial "You go, boy," when Anya dropped her head down into his lap and engulfed his erection with her warm, wet mouth.

Xander's head flew back as she began to lick and suction the head of his cock. The ecstasy on his face was almost painful as she traced the veins down the sensitive underside of his prick. He worked a hand under her skirt and pushed aside her damp lace panties then groaned in appreciation when he found his sopping destination.

Anya jumped when he found her swollen clit then continued her vigorous ministrations. Xander slid his fingers rhythmically past the slick nub as she took him to places he had never imagined that he could go.

She grazed the tip of his hardness with her teeth causing him to buck up to her, as one hand went to the back of her head, holding her in place as he came with a roar. ("It's aliiiiive," yelled Dr. Frankenstein.) Anya milked him through his orgasm and when she was done, tilted her head up for a torrid kiss, and a "Well done, Anya."

Xander leaned back in his seat and wrapped his arm around Anya's thin shoulders when she settled in next to him.

"Thank you for riding the Tunnel of Terror," Boris Karloff said through the head of an amateur's imitation Dracula. "Come again."

Xander laughed and squeezed her shoulders a little tighter.

The cart bustled and jumped onto a slight incline that signaled the end of the line. As they burst through the flaming doors to Hell and into the afternoon's glaring light the sound of laughter and applause met them. Anya lifted her head from Xander's shoulders and pouted in confusion. Xander gave the crowd an uncertain grin.

Various obscene gestures and cat-calls followed them from the disembarking dock. Xander grabbed Anya's hand and pulled her through the throng of merry-makers and members of The Christian Coalition.

"Xander," Anya asked. Her irritation and confusion was evident in her tone. "Why are these people mocking us and calling us sinners?" The crowd parted. She crashed into his back.

"Oh my God," he said and raised a shaking hand. Anya followed his directive.

"Come see the faces of terror," she read the large white sign. Beneath the sign, in full glorious black and white Technicolor television monitors captured visitors' reactions to the various horrors of the Tunnel of Terror. She looked to Xander for clarification.

He swallowed. "Looks like we had our close-up, Mr. DeMille."

Anya perked up and a proud smile crossed her pixie face. She grabbed Xander's hand and pulled him back into the line.

"Where are we going?" he asked in dread.

"To see if we can get a copy," Anya said. "I wanna see how good we looked."

Xander followed her mumbling the entire time about magnets and magic and grand theft video. She shook her head and grinned.