Kat Chained and Exposed

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 Ally snapped handcuffs snapped into place. Kat was facing the giant oak tree with her arms on either side. The handcuffs attached to her wrists and from the handcuffs a long chain ran along the opposite side of the tree trunk. She was essentially hugging the tree, her back facing the paved rest of the park. She tugged on the chain. It was taut but not too uncomfortable.

“Are you sure about this?” Teresa said. She and Ally were standing off the side, watching their friend in her strange predicament.

“Well, I volunteered to be part of the protest,” Kat said, turning over her shoulder awkwardly to look at them. “And if this the best way to stop them from cutting down this tree, then that’s what I’ll have to do.”

Kat nodded confidently, pointing her face heroically skyward.

While she was talking, she didn’t notice that Ally was slinking forward across the grass. Her eyes were glued to Kat’s sweat pant-clad, pert little butt sticking out, helplessly. Her eyes focused on the narrow red waistband of her underwear poking out of her pants.

Teresa poked at the chain.

“If the cops want to, they can probably just cut through these.”

Kat frowned. “I guess.”

While Kat was distracted, Ally’s hands, slowly reached out. Teresa noticed this and kept talking, “Aren’t the rest of the protesters supposed to be here soon?”

Kat bit her lip. “I think so… I can’t remember if it was supposed to be at eleven or noo-ooOOOHH!”

Her word turned into a high-pitched howl as Ally grabbed the waist band of her panties and yanked it right up her crack.

“Wedgie!” Ally shouted. She grabbed Kat’s panties, a purple cotton thong, and tugged it up between her cheeks again and again, the thin material flossed and sliced between Kat’s poor little cheeks, rubbing against them and between them.

“Ooh! A thong! Someone was feeling adventurous!” Teresa cooed.

Kat bit her lip. She turned bright red. Her knees wobbled. Ally pulled the panties up, even higher to her shoulders, stretching the front of her panties backward and yanking the front of her material, what little there was, into and inside of her hairless pussy.

“OHHhhh!” Kat groaned, wiggling hips futilely against the panties in discomfort, but only making the thin material dig deeper and tighter against her private crevices. She tugged against the handcuffs and the chain, but her arms were completely useless to defend herself.

“You guys enjoying the show?” Ally called behind Kat with a big grin.

Kat’s head whipped around, her face burning hot. Behind her, two joggers, both men, were watching the show with big beaming faces. They both had their phones out, recording Kat’s adorable, wiggling, behind getting assaulted by her own panties. One of them was shirtless, drenched in sweat, impossibly handsome.

“EEeE!” Kat yelped, turning around and pressing her forehead against the tree. Her crotch awakened in confused, humiliated arousal, not helped by the friction of the wedgie brutalizing her most sensitive areas.

Ally grabbed at her panties with both hands, curling Kat upward by her panties like a barbell, pulling, Kat off the ground.

“STOP!!! You’re going to rip th-“

SHRRRIPPP

SNAPP

Kat fell back to her feet. Her eyes were squinted shut. Her poor butt and pussy stung. She could feel the soft fabric of the inside of her sweatpants against her cheeks and her crotch. The involuntarily tugged at the handcuffs, instinctively trying to bring her hands down to her injured bottom.

“OwwWWw,” she whined.

Ally held up Kat’s torn and ripped panties in front of her face. The bright purple and somewhat damp fabric barely resembled panties anymore. It looked more like a torn up a mass of cotton spaghetti.

“Whoops, looks like they came right off!” Ally said.

The two joggers were chuckling to themselves as they walked away, thinking the show was over.

Kat shot an angry pout at the direction of the two joggers and then turned it to the smug Ally and the snickering Teresa.

“Very funny. You ruined one of my favorite panties. I hope you’re happy.”

“Oh, I feel great!” Ally said. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

Ally reached out. Her hands rested on Kat’s narrow hips. Her fingers pinched the waistband, the very loose waistband of her sweatpants. Kat vibrated in growing panic, and Ally adjusted the waistband every so slightly moving it a fraction of an inch up and down Kat’s hips, the soft, slack fabric lightly touching Kat’s bare bottom.

“Hmm. They seem kind of loose, don’t they?” Teresa said, leaning in.

Ally nodded. “They’re a little too big for her, it looks like.”

She tugged on the waistband, giving her and Teresa a little peek at Kat’s slim peachy butt before letting go. Kat gasped in indignation but also horror, the snap of the waistband was accompanied by the distinct downward shift of the sweatpants. It felt like they were dangling, ready to slip down any second.

Sweating in fear, Kat stuck her butt out as far as it would go, hoping that the slight, subtle curvature of her buttcheeks would be enough to stop the sweatpants from slipping down.

Teresa and Ally surveyed Kat’s protruding, panicked butt, thinking deeply.

“We could just yank them off…” Teresa suggested.

Kat shook her head from side to side in frantic protest.

“That’s too easy,” Ally frowned.

“Ooh!” Teresa said. “How about this…”

She bent down in the grass and picked up a rock that was a little bit larger than an egg. She gently slipped the egg into Kat’s pants pocket.

“AH!” Kat yelped as the rock made the right side of her pants dip slightly, exposing the top inch of her buttcheeks and the slightest peek of her crack. The subtle weight of her the rock felt like an anchor in her pocket, an anchor determined for her public exposure and humiliation.

Kat tugged again at the handcuffs, which clinked pathetically. The movement made the rock shift in her pocket, tugging her pants further, but only slightly, but even though it was just a quarter of an inch it felt like so much more of Kat’s butt was exposed. Her brain, hyper focused on the position of the waistband, could feel every subtle change in position of the fabric across her skin.

“Ohnonono…” Kat muttered under her breath.

Within her pants, droplets of sweat ran down the surface of her buttcheeks, down the subtle curve and into her still sore crack or dancing, ticklishly, down her thighs.

Ally and Teresa stood nearby, watching Kat’s predicament with big smiles across their faces.

Another quarter of an inch, more pale pinkish skin. Kat inhaled deeply, dread filling her very soul, squirming in her guts. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

Gingerly, with the care of a brain surgeon, Kat moved her right foot, trying to stand on her tip toes and lift the right half of her body, trying to counteract the weight of the rock. It had the opposite effect, though, the movement of Kat’s hips made the rock tumble in her pocket and it tug her pants down even further, slipping down and exposing the top half of her right buttcheek.

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Kat tugged at the chains, wide-eyed, trembling, fighting the instinct to wiggle her hips in panic, knowing it would doom her ass if she did so. She looked over her shoulder, staring at her own half- really a quarter exposed ass. The waistband felt so uncomfortable, resting haphazardly on the most curved part of Kat’s cheeks.

“Guyyyyssss,” Kat whined, looking at her friends for mercy.

“I wish we bought popcorn,” Teresa said, ignoring her.

Kat glared at her, a little pouting snort of rage escaping her twisting nose.

Distracted by Teresa, Kat – without realizing it- had relaxed her butt-out stance. The left side of her pants drooped suddenly, meeting the right side halfway down her ass.

“NoOOo!” Kat shrieked.

She immediately stuck her butt up and out as far as she dared, basically doubled over, desperate to preserve the privacy of her ass. Her fingers gripped the tree bark.

“Oh, the tree’s over there!”

Kat and Ally and Teresa all turned. Fifty feet away, but closing the distance was a news crew lead by a tall reporter in a three-piece suit. Ally and Teresa grinned like hyenas. Kat grew pale and then bright blushing red all over her body.

“Oh please nooo!”

The reporter rushed in, microphone in hand, guiding his cameraman to the trembling Kat chained to the tree, unaware of how tumultuous her sweatpants situation was at the moment. The cameraman, though, with a smirk, noticed immediately Kat’s buttcrack and cheeks poking up out of her sweatpants. The camera bobbed, certain to keep her butt in frame.

“I’m here at Downtown Park,” the reporter said, speaking into the camera watching her ass. “Where a young conservationist has heroically chained herself to this ancient oak tree, protecting it from a horrible fate. How are you doing today, young woman?”

He pointed the microphone into Kat’s face. She stared at it blankly. The entirely of her mind was focused on the waistband across her butt, which was shifting, millimeter by millimeter, downward, imperceptible to human eyes, but enormously apparent to Kat’s sensitive asscheeks, the sensation burning into her mind.

Behind her, Ally and Teresa stood near the camera man. “Is that live?” Ally asked.

“Oh hell yeah,” the cameraman said.

The reporter pushed the microphone a little closer to Kat’s face. He arched an eyebrow. She looked at it, cross-eyed.

“I-“

FWUMPH

Her sweatpants hit the grass, naked skinny legs and bent over butt completely exposed.

“AAIIEEEEE!” Kat squealed in instinctual terror.

The reporter stepped back, wincing, rubbing a finger in his ear, stunned by her shrill scream.

The camera man, ready for this exact moment, zoomed in, capturing in high resolution, Kat’s panicked, naked shaking ass, every subtle shake and jiggle of her butt, every bit of sweaty moisture from her sweat, every glimpse of her puckered little butthole between her cheeks, all captured and transmitted to the entire county. Kat knocked her knees together, suddenly aware of her pussy, of her naked crotch and the air against it. Without thinking, she bent over, protectively, unknowingly flashing her entire pink pussy to the staring cameraman.

“Holy shit,” the cameraman gasped. Her puffy flower, ever so slightly slick with dampness, filled the entire screen. The beautiful curves of her thighs framed it on either side, and her buttcheeks, bent over, presented an unobstructed view of her winking asshole.

“Wow Kat, leave something to the imagination for the people at home!” Teresa chided her.

Kat turned her head, which had been buried into the tree trunk, realizing that she had been presenting ever private part of herself to the camera man, who was shamelessly zooming in and crouching down, filming her private openings with almost religious fervor.

“NOOoO! DON’T LOOK!”

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Kat struggled helplessly against the chains, wriggling her bottomless body, twerking in panic for the camera, her body burning with embarrassment, her pussy – shamefully and involuntarily – growing slicker and slicker with each squirming movement.