Ch. 01: Natasha
Natasha waited for her ride outside of the theater, but it never came. She couldn't remember if she had told her family that she needed to be picked up after going to the movies with her friends. It was not that late though, only 7 PM, and barely dusk out. She felt she could briskly walk the few miles to her house, since there were plenty of people on the sidewalks still, and she thought most likely there would also be many people in the park which she had to walk through.
Natasha made her way through several blocks of city streets. Summer evenings were always enjoyable on those familiar streets. Always something to see, someone playing a magic trick in the middle of a standing crowd, or a palm reader, or a clown juggler. She passed by the small pockets of crowds gathered, watching someone. She moved swiftly, as she knew the longest part of her journey home was still to be traversed - through the city park.
Her neighborhood was just on the other side of the park. As she walked further, everything felt uncomfortable on her, her skirt kept flying up in the breeze, her undergarments, her feet. She quickly realized her red stump-heel shoes were not meant to walk in for more than just a few minutes, certainly not long distances. Every inch of her slim, yet shapely figure was starting to feel exhausted. She hated wearing a bra, and it was taking its toll on this walk. As she continued walking, her senses became more acute to the small shifts of the bra material on the edges of her breasts, as they bounced, and the slight rubbing of her panties against her crotch crevices. She wanted to just stop and discard those two items and simply stroll in her blouse and skirt and let her body enjoy the evening breeze. She wished she could have done that, but knew it was impossible.
Near the entry of the park, Natasha saw a group of people gathered around something. This crowd was much larger than the groups she passed up earlier. She couldn't resist. She figured she would stop, see what it was all about, get to rest her feet and adjust her clothing, and then be on her way.
She made her way through the middle of the crowd and to the edge of the inside circle. She saw a group of young men, six of them, putting on a juggling act with small batons and bowling pins.
The boys were walking around tossing those batons to each other, then suddenly one of them went to his knees and another boy walked straight onto the knee and then shoulders of the first boy who had knelt down. Then suddenly another boy ran toward the boy on top, jumped up, did a body flip over the boy on top, and exchanged batons with him. It was frustrating to watch, yet thrilling to see all those tricks being performed so gracefully. Natasha noted the clean, crisp figures of all the jugglers. They were toned, muscular, agile, and obviously strong.
As Natasha watched in amazement, she noticed that one of the other boys was looking at her as he was juggling. He smiled and winked. He walked toward her with several batons in-juggle, and another boy approached behind him, and just when the first boy was in front of her, he threw all his batons to the boy in back and with one hand took off his hat and put it in front of her, tipped upside down. She realized he wanted her to put some money into his hat.
As she reached into her skirt pocket, she felt a hand in there already, and it pushed up against her thigh, squeezing her crotch as the hand grabbed one of the dollar bills in her skirt pocket and was just as quickly removed! It was one of the other boy's hands. He had sneaked up behind her. It all happened so quickly that no one else noticed, but they just kept applauding and cheering them on.
Natasha felt her thighs get warm and she felt a post-pinching sensation on her pubic hair. The hand had pushed her skirt pocket into her underwear and crotch, it had squeezed her vagina, and it had pinched her pubic hair when it was being removed. All within a split second.
Embarrassed, she left the circle and entered the park. As she walked away, she could hear the crowd applaud louder, and with a unanimous roar, and then all the noise quickly died down. She knew the act probably had ended.
She made her way through the park gates, and past the tourist center building. The path was very winding and shaded mostly. Just as she entered the most wooded part of the park, she heard someone groaning. She walked straight on the path as best she could, trying to ignore the sound, but it kept getting louder, as it appeared to be coming from the direction she was headed in. She soon saw someone laying on the grass a little off the main path.
Against her best judgment, she walked over to the writhing person, hoping to help. It was a man, or a boy, who seemed to be crawling toward a tree, disoriented, probably seeking help. She rushed toward him. As she followed, soon she was into the woods and the path was not visible from her location anymore. Natasha saw the boy laying under one of the larger, wider trees. apparently unconscious. She walked over, knelt and said, 'What's wrong? what happened to you? can you walk?"
Just then she felt herself being lifted by several hands. One hand was placed on her mouth, not hard, but firm enough that she could not scream. She struggled to be released but she was told "Don't worry sweetie, we won't hurt you, promise."
Natasha was carried off deeper into the woods. Her eyes were covered with a cloth. A few moments of being jostled in the hands of several people, she felt being carried down a flight a stairs, and into a room.
Then someone told her "We just want to play with you.. and we won't hurt you. Just don't make any loud sounds, OK?"
Natasha nodded, with someone's hand still covering her mouth.
"We can't let you see us, so we are going to keep your blindfold on. But, we are not going to cover your mouth, as you have promised not to make any loud sounds. And we will not harm you. Let us know if you are hungry. Are you hungry?" the voice asked. Natasha nodded, again. She was starving.
