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Subject: Karen in Trouble - Task 3 (exhib, MMM+/F,gang)
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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 two more exhibitionist
tasks yet to do and then five 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






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