Stuck

The dog zig-zagged through Lauren's yard. He ran to the side opposite of the kids' yard. Lauren, one arm covering her chest chased after him. The dog ran towards a decorative wrought-iron fence and stopped in front of it.

Lauren saw her chance. She bent down as she ran. She extended her hand towards her robe, but just as she was to grab it, the dog sprinted away. Lauren's foot slipped on the grass, and she fell forward. Her head went between two the bars on the wrought-iron fence hard enough for her entire head to go through and painfully pinning her ears back. She got up to her hands and knees and tried to pull her head free. The pain of the bars pulling on her ears was too much to take, so she stopped. She was stuck. "Help me!" she cried.

She heard foot steps behind her. "Look at those panties," said the girl's voice.

"Get some help!" said Lauren.

She felt someone kick her rear followed by laughter.

"Stop that!" she yelled. "This is not funny!"

"Yes it is!" said the boy.

Lauren was burning with shame and humiliation. Someone was going to have to pry those bars apart to get her free, and she would have to stay on her hands and knees, topless and in her panties until some mature person came by to at least cover her. "I'm stuck! Go get some help!"

"OK," said the girl.

Lauren heard some whispering, then the sound of someone running away. She then felt the boy climb on her back. He reached back and smacked her rear. "Giddy up, little horsie!" he said and started bucking on her.

"Get off me, you little freak!" s aid Lauren. She felt the boy reach back and grab the waistband of her panties and pull up on them, giving her a wedgie. He kicked her with his heels. "Giddy up!"

"Oh my god, please stop!" said Lauren, but the boy kept pulling on her panties and using her as a toy horse.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Lauren heard the girl come back. "I got some stuff to help," said the girl.

"Great, cover me up!" said Lauren.

"Oh, I just got some stuff to get your head through," said the girl.

Lauren could not turn her head to see what the girl was talking about.

"Help me, Jason," said the girl.

A moment later, Lauren felt the small hands of the children rubbing butter all of her ears and face. "Stop it!" said Lauren, "That won't help!"

After the kids had buttered her up, the boy ran around to the other yard and stood in front of Lauren. "You pull while I push!" he said.

"NO!" said Lauren, but the kids did not listen. They tried to **** Lauren's head through, but the ears would not let her. "Owwww! Stop!" she said.

"Not working," said the girl. "Let's try this."

"Please stop!" said Lauren, but again, it was no use. She just mumbled "stop" over and over as this time the girl poured vegetable oil all over Lauren's head.

Lauren heard the door to the neighbor's home open. She looked up and saw someone come out but her vision was a bit blurred by vegetable oil that was no running down her face after completely coating her head.