The Great O Race by TripleAcesHigh

Karen grunted as she worked through her last set, dropping the weight with a triumphant slam as she exceeded her target rep range. She was two years removed from her Freshman Fifteen entrance into college, and had quietly worked her way into tremendous shape as she finished up her junior year at college. Karen was about 5’1”, with black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her arms had become quite toned during her pursuit of fitness, though she had managed to stop shy of the overly muscular look that frightened her so much. Her stomach was flat with the slightest hint of abs, and her legs were strong with some sexy quad definition. And, of course, her butt has become the envy of all, and the desire of most guys around her. As she worked her butt into a bigger and rounder shape, her swimsuits became more and more showy, to the point she was barely avoiding the g-string backs at the local stores. But, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? She had worked tirelessly for her body, and she was proud of it. Unfortunately, Karen also had a negative, more mental aspect from so much exercise. She had created such a desirable body that she didn’t think any guy was worthy of her. When she met a nice, average guy, she felt that she deserved someone closer to a “10.” And, when she met a more jerky, handsome individual, she figured he just wanted her for sex, and stopped any situation before it could head down that road. The result was a lack of a solid relationship for over a year now, and required many nights alone in her bedroom with one toy or another. Still, she couldn’t find a balance between her sex drive and finding a suitable partner.

Besides, a lot of her time was now being consumed by different competitions. She had gotten into the occasional marathon, mud run, and anything else that could challenge her stamina. So, when she noticed a sheet on the gym’s bulletin board, she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“The Great O Race” Karen read aloud. “Challenge your endurance unlike any race you’ve ever come across. Start time: 7:30 a.m. on Saturday morning at The L Park.”

Despite the lack of major details, Karen was still drawn to the image of a woman flexing on top of a podium. She had improved in her races, but still not enough to medal in anything. Perhaps something like this, without a lot of details, would keep the playing field low. Plus, she had been taking her training to a new level, and thought she could compete with the best of them.

She decided she would give things a shot, spending the rest of her week training hard, but not so much so as to wear her out before the big day. Her memories went back to the race she had in the bag, until the last quarter, when all her training caught up with her, and she faded fast.

Karen took extra care to hydrate herself and get a good night’s sleep before the day of the race. Then, she set off for L Park, which was within walking distance of her dorm. She dressed in a blue sports bra and tiny pink compression shorts, with a loose fitting athletic top over. She thought this outfit would allow her to deal with whatever type of course she wound up facing.

As she approached the park, Karen had increasing butterflies in her stomach. She wrote things off as nerves about the race, even though something didn’t feel right. But, she approached what appeared to be an official table, and a little of the nervousness subsided.

“Just sign up here and we’ll get you ready to go” the young man said. He was dressed in a hoodie and athletic pants.

“What kind of race is this exactly?” Karen asked as she signed her papers.

“I promise you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced” the man responded. “It’s so out there that we can’t even let you see the course until the race starts.”

“Seriously?” she asked, as he handed her a blindfold. “I don’t know about this,” she continued, reconsidering, but then she noticed the girl on the podium again. Finally, she relented, and put on the blindfold.

“I’ll lead you to the starting area” he said, grabbing her hand lightly and leading her off. Karen couldn’t see that they were quickly heading away from the park. They exited L Park grounds and started down a sidewalk heading towards a less populated part of town.

“How far away is this race?” she asked, again getting more unsure about things.

“Not too much more” he reassured, as they went down an alley way and through a missing part of a fence. Finally, they approached the intended building, and the man was careful to lead her inside without calling too much attention to what was going on.

“And…good luck” he said, giving Karen a push, sending her down a slide that had been set up in an abandoned warehouse. She screamed as she felt herself zipping along forward, managing to pull the blindfold off in time to see she was descending down a dark area. After a few more seconds, she went through a tube and landed with a thud on the basement floor. She jumped as she heard a crowd cheer, as she started to gather her bearings and look at what she was facing.

A makeshift scoreboard read “The Great O Race” in neon letters, and the board already had times up of previous contestants.

“Lauren – 16:02 (6)

Julie – 23:59 (9)

Lacey – 45:10 (18)

Jessica – DNF (?)”

Karen squinted, trying to make sense of what was on the scoreboard. Obviously, the times indicated that she was about to enter some sort of individual race to a finishing point. What in the world did the number in parenthesis mean? Could it be time penalties for missing obstacles? She had read about races where if you couldn’t finish an obstacle, you could do an alternative. Maybe here you just took an extra penalty.

She tried to look onto the course to see what she was getting into. Unfortunately, the starting point was a staircase, so she couldn’t see much. She did notice there seemed to be individuals walking around up there. She also heard buzzing in the background. But, before she could think of anything else, there was a few beeps and the clock started. Karen was scared, but she was driven forward by the thought of that podium.

She quickly raced up the stairs and pushed her way through a door, and some of the audience let out a cheer. As Karen entered the first room, she noticed a huge vibrating mass that had no path around it. She shrugged and climbed onto the bed-esque material and crawled her way through it. The whole thing vibrated like crazy, sending a tingle up her spine as she made her way across. She finally succeeded and pushed her way through the next door.

Karen couldn’t help but smirk when she took in her next room, and noticed nothing but a small jump in her path. She took a few steps and leapt over the small wall, but literally froze in her tracks when her feet stopped moving. She fell forward but straightened back out, only to realize she was stuck on some extreme fly paper type of material. She tried to pick up her feet, but there was no escape at the moment.

Karen looked up at the scoreboard and noticed a one minute counter had started, and her time had stopped. “This is a weird obstacle, but at least they stopped the clock. But why don’t I have a number yet? Isn’t this an obstacle fail?” she wondered to herself. Little did she realize that a man was approaching behind her with a vibrating wand in hand. Before enough noise hit to turn around, the vibrator was turned onto half speed and shoved between Karen’s legs.

“What the fuck?!” she screeched as the vibrating toy went off between her legs. “Get away from me. I quit” she said, flailing her arms as her feet remained glued. The man didn’t say anything, but instead turned the vibrator up to a higher speed. “What kind of perverts are you?!” she screamed as the crowd started to cheer. Despite her angry protests, nothing was changing, except the buzz between her legs was getting stronger. “Fucking stop!” she said, a bit more breathlessly now as she saw the scoreboard count down her time to 20 seconds. Her shorts and underwear provided just enough protection from the buzz, and as the pleasure started to become more noticeable, the counter went off, and the man quickly retreated into a locked room. Karen went back to the previous door, but it was locked. There was no sign of the man, and with big walls on the sides, her only option was to move forward.

She nervously pushed through the next door and faced down her next challenge. This time, a different man was waiting for her, and she yelped when she saw him.

“Don’t fucking try anything. I will hurt you” she said. He didn’t respond, but started to walk towards her. She screamed and ran around him, flying through the room at a quick pace, before tripping over a stretched wire a few inches off the ground. Before she could shake off her impact with the ground, she was caught by this level’s foe. She shook and screamed but was surprised when all he did was pull off her loose shirt. Then, he left, and she was allowed to continue in her sports bra and small shorts.

“Fucking perverts” she muttered as she pushed through to the next room. The crowd was getting restless, as Karen’s “number” remained at zero as she continued. Upon entering the next room, Karen could hear audible buzzing again, and noticed some kind of sex toy in the corner of the room. She had watched enough porn to identify it as a sybian, which had a vibrating dildo, as well as other vibrating parts to stimulate more. As she tried to work her way through a small maze, two men came at her from opposite sides. She tried to fight, but although they were seemingly emotionless, they were also strong. She was gathered up and lifted off the floor, screaming and flailing as they brought her over to the sybian. The one not holding her pulled off her sports bra, revealing her perky small C cups, and then removed her shorts and underwear together, revealing her shaven pussy, and famous ass.