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"POP!" Mandy was off with the sound of the starting gun!
After a short sprint, Mandy glanced quickly over her shoulder. Marty was still waiting at the blue line. How about that? Maybe this race was going to be fair after all.
And if it was a fair race, Mandy knew she had a chance to win.
10K - ten kilometers, cross country. And in this case it was really across country. Coach Roberts had dropped both runners off about six miles from the school track finish line.
Mandy ran swiftly through open pastures, past farms whose boundaries were marked by wooden fences. Wooden fences that imprisoned grazing cows and neighing horses.
Imprisoned.
Mandy laughed. The dumb cows didn't know any better. Were they really imprisoned? They were just happy as can be, munching on the grass. Taking no note of Mandy as she sprinted by in her yellow t-shirt and red running shorts. A few lifted their heads to see what was coming by, but most simply fed.
Imprisoned.
That's what Mandy was going to be if Marty caught up to her. "Catch & Release", Coach Roberts called it. It was a program he had thought up all by himself - the pervert. But it got results. That was undeniable.
The Baxter High School cross country team was the worst in the state - and nobody cared. The runners were ambivalent and unmotivated. Coach Roberts promised the administrators that his new program was going to change all that. And Mandy had to admit - at the moment she was very motivated.
Mandy figured she'd run about two kilometers before she heard a second "pop" in the distance. Marty was now coming after her. With several loops of rope tied about his waist. If he caught her, he would tie her tight. With Coach Roberts's blessing. Then the humiliation would begin as Mandy would have to "negotiate" for her release. Her skin developed goose bumps as she considered that possibility.
But she wasn't going to get caught.
Mandy increased her pace. She was going to make it to the finish line long before Marty did. Then it would be Marty who'd be doing the negotiating. Tied to the "Pole of Shame". How humiliating to be beaten by a girl! A humiliated Marty would be on display for the world to see. Mandy savored the image - confidently.
Confidently because even if Marty did catch her, Mandy had a secret weapon that guaranteed her success. Marty had recently pulled a calf muscle. Nobody was supposed to know. But Mandy did. Her younger sister, April, while walking past the trainer's office during Phys. Ed. class, overheard a private conversation between Coach Roberts and Marty. The Coach was going to give Marty the day off, but Marty insisted on running. Mandy smiled to herself. Having a devious little sister was usually a pain in the butt, but sometimes it paid off.
Although he seemed to be running in top form today, Mandy knew that a simple authoritative kick to Marty's right calf would squash any chance he would win the race. Heck, he'd be lucky if he made it to the finish line. And if he didn't finish the race, he'd be kicked off the team. And he'd lose his scholarship...
Damn.
Mandy felt confident she wouldn't even need to use her plan B, though. And if she did, she was confident Marty would make it. He was a pretty determined guy. Mandy had a lot of respect for him. But hey, as Coach Roberts used to say, this was war. You did what you needed to do to win. That's why he created the "Catch & Release" program in the first place..
Mandy was running faster than she'd run in her life. Mandy had known for a while that her C&R race was scheduled for today. She'd spent the last two months training - and improving. Her time to run a mile was lower than it had been in her entire life. Of course, Marty had been training, too, and she was sure his times had improved substantially as well.
Mandy waved at a curious horse, that ran with her for several hundred yards on the opposite side of a lengthy wooden log fence. It stopped when the fence turned 90 degrees at the edge of the farm's property line.
She had to hand it to Coach Roberts. Catch & Release was working. The team had never been in better shape. Mandy had never been in better shape. She looked down at her legs. Lean, muscular and firm. Just like her well toned round ass. Mandy's arms and torso were also tight and toned. Although her perfect full round breasts were mostly the result of genetics, they looked much better on her new lithe, athletic body.
Mandy crossed a dirt road marking the halfway mark. She checked back over her shoulder - and was shocked to see Marty coming over the crest of a hill only half a kilometer back.
Oh shit!
Mandy, who was already huffing and puffing near capacity, stepped it up a couple notches. After running another kilometer, she looked over her shoulder again. It was obvious that Marty, who was smelling blood, had stepped it up a few notches, too. He was sprinting as fast as he could run. And he was gaining on her quickly.
Mandy knew there was no way Marty could keep up that crazy pace all the way to the finish line. Then it hit her. He didn't have to. He only had to make it to Mandy.
Mandy's lungs were starting to ache. She hadn't planned on maintaining such a fast pace for so long. Her legs were tiring and she was starting to struggle for each new gasp of air. As she passed the white fence marking the three quarter mark, it became obvious that unless something changed soon, Marty was going to catch her.
Mandy started visualizing Marty's right calf. She didn't want to use Plan B. It seemed almost unfair. But she had no choice. There was no way in the world she was going to let Marty tie her up.
Mandy pictured the whole takedown attempt in her mind. When a girl got caught, she was always tackled from behind, like a defender taking down a running back. The guy would grab her around the hips and pull her to the ground as he fell on top of her.
But Mandy was ready.
Mandy had practiced her Plan B escape move just that morning with sister April in their back yard. Hands on hips triggered a quick sidestep to the left followed immediately by a sharp kick to the calf. Mandy smiled, knowing that Marty had no idea what he was getting in to.
He was only about ten yards behind her now. Get ready for it...
Suddenly Mandy was shocked as a rope loop tightened around her left ankle. A lasso! What the hell! Marty had thrown a lasso into her path and she'd stepped right into it.
Mandy held out her hands as she felt her body falling toward the soft grass. Before she was able to push herself up, she could feel Marty extending the loop over her right foot, swiftly tying her ankles together. It was obvious that Mandy hadn't been the only one practicing takedown tactics. Mandy's arms were pulled behind her back almost effortlessly, before she had a chance to roll or buck. She screamed in frustration as her wrists were tightly tied together and pulled toward her bound ankles. It took less than a minute for Marty to wrap everything up, adding a few loops about her elbows for good measure.
Tightly hogtied on the ground, Mandy powerlessly looked up at Marty's right calf. If looks could kick...
This wasn't supposed to happen! "Damn!" she yelled at Marty between breaths. "How did you learn how to do that?"
Marty laid on his back, huffing and puffing for several minutes before being able to reply. "Just practice, I guess. After all I am a farm boy. Besides, when Tony got slugged in the jaw after catching Beth last week, I figured I should come up with something a little safer than tackling."
"Let me go!" the struggling Mandy said.
"Of course I'm going to let you go. This is called Catch & Release, remember?" Marty, now breathing at a normal rate, got to his knees. He patted Mandy on the bottom. "You know the rules. I'll let you go if you blow me."
Mandy groaned. She struggled with all her might against the ropes. "Dammit! I can't believe you caught me!" But the knots didn't budge a bit.
"You're not going to get out of that. Come on Mandy, just a quick blow job and you're free to go."
Mandy thought about it. Giving your captor a blow job was the standard practice in this situation. Mandy had been caught fair and square. But she still had her Plan B. And Marty didn't know that. If she could somehow convince him to free her legs, she still had a good chance of winning this thing. She decided to risk it.
"Nope," she replied. "No blow jobs from me. Just let me go."
"You know what I'm allowed to do if you refuse, don't you?"
Yes, Mandy knew. In fact she was counting on it. If a negotiated settlement could not be reached, Marty was allowed to do anything to Mandy that he wanted. As long as he didn't hurt her. Then, when he was done, he could tie her to her own "Pole of Shame" out here in the country.
"You're not allowed to rape me, you know," Mandy said with just a twinge of fear. "Because that would hurt."
"Of course not! You know I wouldn't do that!" He moved behind her knees, bent forward, and put his fingers into the waistband of Mandy's red running shorts and white panties. "But there are some things I wouldn't mind doing. Last chance. Do I get a blow job? Or do you lose your shorts?"
Mandy remained defiant, pressing her knees together as tightly as she could. In order to strip her he'd have to release her legs at some point - and then she would have her shot. But she had to put on a good show in the meantime.
"You can't do that!"
"The hell I can't!" He pulled her shorts down an inch. "What's it going to be?"
"You've been undressing me with your eyes for months," Mandy teased. "So this isn't anything new. Go ahead."
With one smooth motion, Marty pulled Mandy's shorts and panties down past her clenched knees to her calves. He gasped as he viewed Mandy's gorgeous bare bottom for the first time in real life. "Wow!" he said with awe.
Mandy smiled to herself, tingling with pride. Marty was really such a nice guy. She was going to hate beating him. But as Coach Roberts often said, "Winning isn't everything. It's the only thing!"
Marty knelt at Mandy's shoulders. He reached forward and pulled Mandy's yellow t-shirt back over her head and down to her wrists. Next he unfastened Mandy's bra and pulled it back down her arms, stretching the bra's elastic fabric toward her sneakers. He looped the bra straps between her ankles around Mandy's shorts, panties and t-shirt, and refastened it above her wrists, insuring Mandy's clothes would stay put behind her back. Lastly, he rolled the naked girl onto her side and laid down on his side facing her.
"Thanks," Mandy said after Marty graciously brushed a few strands of long black hair off of the helpless girl's face behind her ear. As Marty studied his catch's incredible body, Mandy gave him the evil eye. "Enjoying the view?" she asked - as defiantly as ever.
Marty fondled Mandy's perfect full breasts. "You know something? Undressing you with my hands is way, way, way more fun than doing it with my eyes. You look much better naked than I could have ever imagined."
Mandy tried to suppress a smile and a giggle for the sincere compliment, but couldn't. Fortunately her blushing cheeks weren't noticeable as her body was still flushed from the hard run.
"Eeeeeek!" Mandy chirped as Marty ran his fingers between her legs and over her pussy. "Stop that!"
"Did you shave just for me?" Marty joked as he more thoroughly studied Mandy's hairless pubic region.
"Hmmfff!" She tried to pull away - but in vain. "So are you just gonna lay there and play with my naked body all day? Aren't you gonna tie me to the Pole of Shame like you're supposed to?" She smiled to herself, noticing the uncomfortable bulge Marty was sporting.
"Yes, I'm gonna tie you to the pole." Marty released Mandy's breast to check his watch. "Nuts! Please, won't you please consider giving me a blow job? All the other girls on the team do it."
"If you don't cross the finish line in ninety minutes, it's a draw," Mandy reminded her exceedingly frustrated companion.
"Oh DAMN!" an exasperated Marty yelled. "You're such a ball buster!" He twisted Mandy's nipple and let it go.
"Ouch! That hurt!" replied the shocked girl.
Marty rolled Mandy onto her belly and undid the ropes connecting her wrists to her ankles. He reached down and lifted the nude girl over his shoulder and carried her toward a nearby telephone pole. Once there, he stood her up against the pole. After winding a safety rope about the pole to Mandy's elbows, Marty untied and re-tied Mandy's wrists around the pole. Marty dropped Mandy's yellow t-shirt and bra at her feet.
Mandy looked down at the clothes lying inches from her dusted-up white running shoes. She was starting to panic. Marty was being far too careful. Darn that Beth! Why did she have to slug Tony? It was becoming clear to Mandy that Marty wasn't going to allow a free hand or foot or anything!
Her plan was doomed to fail - unless she did something drastic. And immediately!
"See you later!" Marty said as he turned to go, leaving the helpless nude girl alone, tied to her personal Pole of Shame.
"Wait!" she yelled.
Marty stopped and turned. "Blow job?" he asked.
Mandy bit her lip. She looked down. It was now or never. "Look Marty, I just don't feel like I'm any good at giving blow jobs," she finally said. "Could you just fuck me instead?"
"No shit? That's what's got you worried?" Marty's mouth fell open. "Wow." He walked toward Mandy. "Hell, yes!" He quickly untied Mandy's wrists and re-tied them behind her back. Then he bent her forward as he pulled her wrists up toward the sky.
This isn't what I had planned, Mandy thought. She looked at her knees while Martin tied her wrists overhead in a stringent strappado. Then, finally, he untied her ankles.
Mandy stepped out of her shorts and panties. There was no turning back now. She kicked her clothes off to the side and spread her legs a bit to give Marty easy access to her pussy. She looked between her legs at Marty's right calf. She actually had a shot at it now. But she was bent over, her wrists overhead attached to the pole - looking like the letter "N". Even if she did get off a solid kick, it would do no good. She'd still be very well tied to the pole.
"Oh shit!" Mandy gasped as Marty slowly slid his enormous cock into her pussy. She was amazed at how easily he slid inside her - damn she was wet! "Oh my! Oh my! Oh SHIT!" she cried as Marty forcefully fucked her. Mandy was so focused on her goal, she hadn't realize how crazy the sexual tension had gotten. But it had gotten way, way, way out of hand! Mandy was shivering from the pleasure she was receiving from each thrust of Marty's cock. An orgasm was approaching with ridiculous ferocity.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The two runners climaxed at the same time. The farm animals in the vicinity struck curious poses as they watched the two lovers. Marty and Mandy both breathed heavily for the next minute or so, unsure of what to say. Their situation now seemed so strange.
"Wow. That was amazing!" Marty finally broke the ice. Though she had little choice in the matter, Mandy was pleased that he was still inside her - and still quite hard. Marty reached forward to cup Mandy's breasts. He squeezed and massaged them to her delight. "I'm sorry about pinching you just now. You kinda bring that out in me, I guess."
Mandy just nodded. Finally Marty stepped back and pulled up his shorts. He reached up and released Mandy's tied wrists from the post. Mandy, wearing only the rope that tightly held her wrists behind her back, stood up straight.
"Thanks," she said with a sly smile. "That was a lot of fun."
Marty walked up to Mandy, put his hands on her smooth hips, and pulled her close for a kiss. When he turned to pick up his other lengths of rope, Mandy saw her opening.
In a split second she considered every outcome.
Marty still had to cross the finish line to win the race. In most cases, the losing girl was left loosely tied up, giving her competitor a good head start before she could struggle free. Even if Martin untied her and let her run, there was still no way she could beat him to the finish line. Unless she used Plan B.
What was Martin going to do?
Martin's calf was only inches away. Mandy pretended to squat down to pick up her clothes. As she did, she tipped over. Her left knee hit Marty's right calf squarely in the center.
"OOOOOWWWWWWW!" Marty screamed in agony. He reached down and grabbed his calf muscle. "OOOOWWWW!" he screamed again.
"I'm sorry!" Mandy said. She stood up, holding her clothes in her bound hands. "I fell! I'm not used to balancing myself with my hands tied behind my back."
Marty did not reply. He was in agony, clutching his leg.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Mandy said, as she trotted away.
Now this is strange, the nude girl thought to herself as she jogged toward the finish line, wrists still tightly tied behind her back, clothes clutched in her hands. She stopped several times and looked back. Marty was not behind her.
Mandy considered trying to free herself by possibly rubbing the ropes against something. But what if Marty managed to run by? She couldn't take that chance. Crossing the finish line wearing nothing but her running shoes would be a new experience for everyone. But Mandy decided she really had no choice.
She lazily jogged the remaining two kilometers toward the finish line, her bare breasts bouncing happily in time with her gait. There were gasps and hoots from her guy teammates, cheers and applause from the girls. Coach Roberts just shook his head and wrote down her time. "Congratulations, Mandy," he said.
Mandy's teammates quickly untied her wrists and formed a hedge around her so she could get dressed. "Way to go girl!" "What happened to you out there?" "A win is a win!" and finally "Where is Marty?"
"There he is," teammate Beth answered as she pointed to the hill. Marty was slowly limping down the hill, using a tree limb as a cane. He had wrapped some of his rope around his calf muscle to support it.
After Marty crossed the finish line, Coach Roberts wrote down his time. Then he pointed over to the mound at the edge of the field - on which stood the Pole of Shame. Marty nodded and started limping toward the pole.
"Here you go." Coach Roberts tossed Mandy the ropes. Mandy caught them and jogged up next to Marty.
"You really didn't hurt me," was the first thing Marty said. "I pulled my calf a few days ago. I probably shouldn't have been running on it. When your knee fell on top of it, you kind of popped it out of place again. It wasn't your fault. I should have untied you right away." He looked over at Mandy. "So don't feel bad, okay?"
"Okay." But it wasn't okay. Mandy still felt terrible.
Once they got to the top of the mound, Marty stood up against the Pole of Shame, faced the track, and crossed his wrists back behind the pole. Mandy tied his wrists together. Mandy then tied Marty's ankles together and to the pole.
Mandy stood and faced Marty. "There's something I need to tell you," she said with a guilty face. "You're gonna hate me when I do, though." She cast her eyes down to the ground.
Then she had an idea! Mandy put her fingers into the waistband of Marty's shorts. He looked at her quizzically.
"You can't do that!" Marty yelled when he realized what she was planning.
Mandy laughed, recognizing the words she had said only an hour or so ago.
"The hell I can't!" she replied. She deftly pulled his shorts down to his ankles with one quick motion. Mandy got on her knees and took Marty's cock into her mouth. It hardened instantly.
"Oh wow!" Marty said, between groans of pleasure as Mandy got to work.
"Marty..." (Slurp. Slurp.) She looked up at him as she sucked his cock, taking quick breaks as she spoke... "I knew about your calf." (Slurp. Slurp.) ...Marty was totally enjoying his blow job... (Slurp. Slurp.) "And I'm really sorry." (Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.) "Because I hurt you on purpose." (Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.) "I really like you..." (Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.) "Will you forgive me?" (Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.) "Hmmmmnnnng!"
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Marty said as he came powerfully inside Mandy's warm moist mouth. Mandy did her best to keep up with his impressive offering, swallowing it down as he gave it up. After he finished spurting, Mandy wiped her mouth with Martin's t-shirt and playfully massaged his balls a bit with her fingers.
"Also, I give awesome blow jobs," she said.
Marty nodded in agreement. Mandy pulled up Marty's shorts, stood up and kissed him on the cheek.
"So. Do you forgive me?"
Marty smiled. "Yeah, I forgive you."
April greeted Marty in the hallway. "Hey Stud!" she said. "I don't know what you did to my sister, but I've never seen her so happy."
"You know exactly what I did," Marty answered. "Here you go." He handed April a hundred dollar bill. "Is everyone in your family a devious bastard?"
"Pretty much," April replied with a chuckle - followed by a complimentary devious grin. April pointed to Marty's leg. "Hey Amigo, I don't see you limping very hard today."
Marty shrugged guiltily.
"Cheer up dude. Our catch and release caper worked just like I said it would." April put her hands on her hips. She looked up at Marty, and lifted her chin a little. "And let me add, I am very impressed with you, mister. Nobody expected Mandy to give you that blow job - in front of the whole cross country team no less! Damn. Sometimes my big sister surprises even me." April winked. "I think I deserve a bonus."
Marty took a deep breath - before pulling a twenty dollar bill from his wallet. He handed it to April. "Time to run the heck away from here," he said as he turned and trotted off down the hall. "Before you clean me out!"
"Got that right," April said to herself mischievously as she toyed with the two bills.
April considered her options. Now that the two runners were a hot item, blackmailing Marty could prove to be quite lucrative. Then she remembered her sister's smiling face this morning, and Marty's guilty face mere moments ago.
"I love you, sis," she said to herself as she slid the bills into her bra. "You get to screw this one up all by yourself."
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