Karen in Trouble
Karen Task 3
As always, this is not intended for under-age people, or for those who
may be offended by frank, sexual situations; it is intended for adults
interested in sexual situations only. If you don't fall into that
category - then it is illegal for you to read this. Go do your
homework and leave this to those of us who can appreciate it!
You all heard about my adventure with Natalie when we were both
captured by a gang of youths (Karen and Natalie Captured). It had
started as an idea of mine for some exhibitionistic fun with bondage
thrown in, with Natalie hiding to make sure nothing went wrong. Well,
it got out of control; Natalie was caught and we were at the mercy of
these boys, who forced us to do things we would not have normally
done. They also photographed us doing these things and found where my
car was hidden, so they were able to find my name and address from the
registration in the glove box.
My name is Karen. I am 26 years old, 5' 10" tall with blonde hair. I
measure 35, 23, 34 and keep myself in good shape by exercising
regularly. I have a good job in the city in PR and so I was afraid of
my face being recognized by any of my colleagues in connection with
this little idiosyncrasy of mine.
We had only just arrived home and cleaned ourselves up when I got the
phone call. It was from one of the leaders of the gang - a guy about
22. He informed me that they had 12 good, clear photographs of Natalie
and me in action that they would release to our workplaces if we did
not comply with their plan. This plan was simple. We had to complete a
series of tasks; one for each photograph, which we were to devise,
each being more daring than the last. For the first task, we were
permitted to suggest something which, if it was not considered daring
enough, we could go back and re-think without any implications. After
the first, any task we suggested that was not challenging enough would
have to complete two further tasks. Each task had to be carried out by
one or both of us (our choice) and involve exhibiting ourselves for
the first six and then for the last six, were to involve bondage also.
They all had to involve a sexual situation, which could be just
masturbation, if a willing participant could not be found during the
playing out of the task. We found this out after the phone call. We
were told to drive to the old mine later that week, which served as
their gang headquarters and at which the first escapade occurred. We
did this and were met by two of the younger boys who told us to strip
and then blindfolded us. We were led, naked through the woods to a
clearing where the whole gang was gathered. There were about a hundred
youths ranging from about 12 years old to probably 22 or so. When the
blindfolds were removed, we stood naked before these boys and men. The
leader outlined his plans and asked if we agreed to them. We both
agreed that as long as they did not reveal us to our friends or people
we work with, we would comply.
I had already done the first task involving getting wet in a flimsy
dress and thereby virtually transparent (Karen in trouble - Task 1). I
followed this up with a more daring scenario in the city during a
rainstorm (Karen in trouble - Task 2).
My next scenario involved an adult theater on the opposite side of
town from where I work. I knew that it ran hardcore movies and it
appeared to be quite small but I had never been inside. That was going
to change today. It was cool and overcast outside and so I was wearing
my raincoat. I had considered wearing nothing under it, but I believe
that being scantily dressed is often more erotic than being nude, so I
was wearing just lacy, black underwear together with a matching garter
belt, black stockings and black high heels.
I walked in and bought a ticket at the window and quickly moved
through the double doors into the body of the theater. It was very
dark inside and I could not see any seats; I waited until my vision
improved before moving toward the rear of the seats. It was then that
I realized that although the movie was playing, almost all of the
faces of the audience had turned to watch me. I quickly took a seat in
an empty row, wondering if this had been such a good idea.
The theater was small. It had perhaps twenty rows of seats, each row
with about ten seats either side of the center aisle. Below the screen
was a small stage, maybe five feet wide and elevated about four feet
high. The first row was jammed up against this stage. I assumed that
this feature dated back to the theater's vaudeville heritage. The
audience comprised maybe thirty or so and they re-directed their
attention back to the movie after I had sat down, but every so often,
a head would turn to check out what I was doing.
After maybe ten minutes, the movie started to get interesting: a young
woman, who had been walking though the woods, was being stalked by a
gang of youths. Too late she realized that she was surrounded. Her
hands were tied and the rope thrown over a tree branch. It was secured
at the ground so that she had to stretch to keep her feet on the
ground. Some gang members started a fire close to the point where the
woman stood, providing not just heat, but light. Another gang member
returned with a straight, strong branch about five feet long, to which
her feet were tied, one at each end. Someone produced a sharp knife
and began slicing her clothes away, the first pieces stuffed in her
mouth to quiet her screams. Soon she was left with only her black
underwear. Her bra was then carefully removed and the gang started
touching her breasts, rubbing them, feeling them, squeezing them, and
finally, pinching their nipples. When they were done with her breasts,
her panties were sliced away. Her legs had already been stretched wide
apart to secure her feet to the wooden branch, so her pussy was open
to them.
As I watched, spellbound, I could feel my own nipples hardening and my
pussy getting wet. This is a particularly strong symbolism for me, as
I like to be taken while I am helpless. It is something that was
defined in my teenage years, but that's another story. Nonetheless, my
eyes were now riveted to the screen. The youths were feeling her pussy
now, probing with their fingers. In spite of her predicament, or maybe
because of it, she was getting wet, as was I. The more these youths
defiled her body, the hotter I became. I realized that now was the
time to act, and so I stood up, my heart pounding and walked to the
front of the theater, just below the screen. I lifted myself onto the
small stage so that I was sitting on the edge, my legs hanging over
the front. I unbuttoned my raincoat and shrugged it off, now sitting
there in just my lacy black underwear.
For a long moment there was silence other than the movie sound track
and nobody moved. My pussy started really gushing wetness, I was
really hot, being the center of attention. Then I reached behind me
and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My tits spilled
out; they are not huge, but they are big enough and they are firm. The
nipples point upwards when I am turned on and get as hard as pencil
erasers, and I was turned on now!
Three young guys in the front row jumped up and pushed me back,
groping my tits in much the same way as had happened in the movie,
which was still running. I felt my ankles grasped and lifted as my
panties were torn off. My legs were spread (thank heavens for the
ballet lessons as a kid!) and someone reached to either side of my
pussy lips and opened them. Someone produced a flashlight and shone it
up my pussy. My juices trickled out, down my ass and on to the stage.
A finger was inserted, then two were pumped in and out, then to be
replaced by three. The squelching noise of the fingers plunging in and
out of my pussy was clearly audible. Something was brushing my
clitoris; I wasn't sure whether it was a finger or a tongue - I just
remember it felt good!
The fingers were removed and replaced by a good-sized cock. It felt so
good. I was aware of bodies all over now. A cock was offered to my
mouth, which I eagerly sucked in. After a very short time, the cock in
my pussy started to jerk and that started my orgasm, so he pulled out
and came all over my tits. I was moved to an upright position as
someone lay beside me. I was then positioned over the cock and slid
down onto it. Someone reached around my front for a handful of cum off
my tits and I felt a cock poking at my ass. It slid in easily - I
guess that's what the cum was for. The cock had been replaced in my
mouth and was unceremoniously pulled out an instant before it erupted
in my face, running down my chin and onto my tits. As I looked up at
the screen, I realized that I was having the same done to me as the
woman in the movie. There were cocks everywhere, cumming either in my
face, in my cunt, up my ass or down my tits. It was wonderful. I kept
cumming and cumming until I lost all track of time and reality.
I must have virtually passed out from the intensity of my last orgasm
because when I came back to my senses, two young guys started helping
me to the fire door and I was pushed out of it stark naked except for
my stockings and shoes, still covered in cum. I was in an alleyway
beside the theater, but only a few feet from the street and by now it
was close to rush hour and the streets were getting crowded. I
panicked for a moment, but then I saw a garbage dumpster, so I quickly
ran around it to hide behind it.
Unfortunately, I picked the wrong place, because there were half a
dozen young guys back there doing who knows what. When they saw me
they looked astonished, but quickly grabbed me and started feeling up
my tits; the nipples were still hard from the theater. The door opened
again and my raincoat was thrown out through the door and on to the
ground. It was too late to help me at that point. By now, two of the
guys held one of my arms each and two held an ankle each, pulling them
well apart. That opened up my pussy again and it was well stretched by
the going over in the theater, so it felt like it was gaping open. In
fact I recall one of them remarking that my pussy was wide open. The
remaining two started playing with my pussy, which was still leaking
cum along with my juices. One of them held me even further open while
the other pushed three, then four fingers in. He was being helped by
the two holding my ankles apart and in no time at all he had managed
to get his entire fist in me. Meanwhile the two holding my arms were
rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples. Once the one guy had his fist
in me, there was no reason to hold my ankles because I couldn't close
my legs, and anyway, he was moving his fist around inside me, opening
his fingers and pushing further in. He went in so far, I don't think
I've ever been penetrated so deep. I felt him pushing against my
cervix and that was when my first orgasm started.
One of the two who had been holding my ankles went around my back and
pushed me over so I was bent forward, still with a fist in me, and I
felt something slide in my ass. He started pumping my ass, which
together with the fist in my pussy made me feel like I was so full,
something was going to pop. It did! The cock in my ass exploded and he
pulled out to shoot all over my ass and back. As I opened my mouth to
say something, I got another cock rammed in it, followed by another
one up my ass, while the fist was still pumping in and out of my
pussy. They each fucked my ass and I think that four of them in turn
rammed a fist up my pussy. When they had finished with me, I had had
another bunch of orgasms, all kind of building to a hazy almost
continuous orgasm. They laid me down on the ground behind the garbage
dumpster. By now I was covered in even more cum again and they stood
over me as the aftershocks of my orgasms were still wracking my body,
causing me to writhe in the dirt and garbage. All six of them pissed
on me as I lay there on the garbage strewn ground. My legs were wide
open and they made me hold my pussy open, exposing my clitoris, so
they could piss on it. I was wet through when they had finished with
me; even my hair and my mouth tasted of cum and piss. Fortunately, it
had just started to rain, so I was able to clean off in the rain after
they had left. I grabbed my coat, put it on and made for the closest
subway stop to go home, take a long hot bath and sleep. I found my
underwear in the pockets on the way home and the next morning, an
envelope had been pushed under my door containing photograph number 3.
This is the third of my "tasks" completed. I have three more
exhibitionist tasks yet to do and then six more with bondage added to
the exhibitionism. If anyone has any ideas for a task, please drop me
an e-mail to sexykaren@hotmail.com. I can't promise a response, but
I'll try. In any event, please don't ask for photos - that's how I got
in this mess in the first place.
Love to you all - Karen
