A completely naked Mackenzie hops back up the path to the main street

Emma disappeared out of the clearing, leaving Mackenzie behind, helpless, bound and naked. The naked woman begged her to come back, pleaded for Emma to unbind her, promised not to tell anyone or hold a grudge. Her muffled cries went unheard, she was all alone.

Her situation was hopeless. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. Her legs were taped together too tightly for her to break free from unaided. The tape over her mouth muffled her speech and prevented her from crying out for help. Other than a leash and a novelty dog ear headband, she was completely naked and even if she could somehow free her arms and legs, she'd still be locked out of her house without any clothes.

Mackenzie waited for what felt like a long time, hoping that Emma was continuing to tease her and would eventually return to free her.

As time passed, she became increasingly convinced that Emma had been serious about leaving her here like this.

The other woman's parting words echoed again and again in her head: "Those boys you were entertaining earlier could be back any minute".

It was true. The longer she stayed put, the more likely it was the boys would return and this time they'd find Mackenzie in an even more **** state.

Mackenzie shuddered, remembering the white hot shame she'd felt when she'd bent over and spread her legs wide for their enjoyment. The humiliating feeling of their eyes on her most intimate and private areas. The indignity of being ordered around by a group of horny teenagers.

That couldn't happen again.

As much as she wanted to stay put, she needed to find someone to help her. She was now faced with the humiliating task of getting someone to free her from her predicament.

Mackenzie hopped over to the edge of the clearing that bordered the park and peered out from between the branches.

She groaned.

Even more people had arrived since the last time she'd looked.

She desperately wanted to be rescued from her predicament but couldn't bring herself to move any further forward. If she brazenly bounded out into the park, her ordeal would be over in moments but at least thirty more people would see her nude body, many of them college aged boys. Mackenzie couldn't handle the thought of so many people seeing her tied up and naked.

Instead, she turned 180 degrees and began to hop back over to the other side of the clearing, the side that bordered the path she'd been dragged down to get here. She reasoned that because it was a small footpath, that meant she'd be far more likely to find one or two people to help her rather than a big group. While still horribly embarrassing, the thought of being seen by only one more person was much easier to stomach than being seen by several dozen.

Gingerly, Mackenzie hopped through the shrubbery separating the clearing from the path. Wincing as she felt the branches scrape against her bare skin.

Now out in the open, she looked both ways down the path. Fear had made her hyper aware of her surroundings and she jumped with shock at the sound of bird landing in a tree above her.

She hopped forwards several more steps, her body jiggling uncomfortably in time with each bounce. Mackenzie felt the soft earth beneath her feet give way to the harsh concrete of the path. She whimpered and barely restrained herself from immediately diving back into cover. She couldn’t believe that Emma had **** her into such a humiliating situation!

The only thing that kept her from turning back was the thought of the lecherous teenagers returning to continuing tormenting her.

And so, Mackenzie began her grueling humiliating journey back up the path. Her perky breasts swayed and shook wildly with with each agonizing hop, her shapely ass jiggled each time her feet hit the ground.

Progress was slow. The tape binding her legs together limited her movement and left her at constant risk of over balancing. After every few jumps, she had to stop and regain her balance.

After a while, she settled into an uncomfortable rhythm:

Hop. Hop. Hop.

Lose balance.

Teeter on the verge of falling.

Frantically wiggle and shuffle to regain stable footing.

Repeat.

It was exhausting. Mackenzie's legs were heavy from the constant jumping, sweat glistened across her pale skin, and her feet hurt from repeatedly striking against the concrete path.

Hop. Hop. Hop.

Lose balance.

Wiggle and shuffle.

Repeat.

It was terrifying. Mackenzie was painfully aware that a lot of people would get off on seeing her like this. It wasn't hard to imagine the appeal of happening across an attractive twenty something fully naked, tied up, and unable to move without wantonly jiggling all her assets.

She prayed that the teen boys wouldn't return to ogle her. She hoped that a woman would find her soon, one sympathetic to her situation and not another psycho like Emma or the Tan leader.

Hop. Hop. Hop.

Lose balance.

Wiggle and shuffle.

Repeat.

Each agonizing jump took her further from the shelter of the clearing and closer to the busy main road. She prayed that someone would find her soon. Just one person.

To her left a row of houses rose above the fence line, unfortunately none of the back gates that Mackenzie passed by were open which **** her to carry on down the path in search of a rescuer.

Hop. Hop. Hop.

Wiggle and shuffle.

Repeat.

After several more minutes, Mackenzie paused to catch her breath. Jumping for so long took a lot of effort and the tape over her mouth meant she could only breath through her nose.

It occurred to her that anyone could look out of a second floor window of the nearby houses and see her hopping down the path, her perky breasts, shaved crotch and juicy ass on display.

With that in mind, she cut her break short and continued her shameful journey, trying to move as fast as she could.

Hop. Hop. Hop.

Wiggle and shuffle.

Repeat.

Unfortunately, the long suffering redhead met no one coming the other way (just her luck that the area was abandoned now that she actually wanted to find another person!).

After what felt like hours, she eventually reached the end of the path and found herself close to the street that she had streaked across earlier. The path that she'd run down earlier in less than 5 minutes had taken her over 20 minutes to retread (or more actually, re-hop).

She lingered near the end of the path, waiting for someone to walk by along the street so she could get their attention from a position of relative seclusion. She remembered the cruel comments and laughter of the group that had witnessed her been pulled naked across the street earlier and fought back a fresh wave of anxiety.

Minutes passed, but no one walked by her hiding place. The street that had been so busy earlier was unusual quiet. It was as if the whole area had been suddenly abandoned.

Mackenzie hopped forwards, right to end of the path and peered out from cover to look up and down the street.

About 200 yards up the street, she could see a women. She was standing still with her back to Mackenzie. One of her hands was pressed to her ear, she was probably talking to someone on the phone. Other than that, no one else seemed to be in the area.

Mackenzie stood immobile, frozen by the magnitude of what she knew she had to do.

She wasn't sure she had the courage to do it.

Could she really hop out onto a public street in her own neighborhood completely naked?