Another clothespin

Mackenzie froze.

"Hmmm, not bad but not good enough" said the Green leader.

She reached out, gently removed the remaining clothespin from Mackenzie's nipple, and immediately turned her back to the naked woman.

The luckless redhead breathed a sigh of relief as the pain began to lessen. Her sore and irritated nipples throbbed rhythmically but also felt strangely numb. She wished her hands were free so she could rub some life back into them (a sight that would doubtlessly have excited all the males in her audience).

"Thank God that's finally over" thought Mackenzie.

Without warning, the green leader pressed the clothespins against her breasts again. She released her hands and the pins squeezed tight again, sending a fresh wave of pain through her body. Mackenzie let out a loud, panicked shriek.

"Oooouch!"

They felt even tighter than before!

Her watering eyes clenched shut, her hands balled into tight fists in the cuffs and her breathing became rapid and shallow.

Opening one eye, she glanced down at her chest and saw to her horror that green leader had attached a small rubber band to each pin. The bands pressed the the ends of the pins together even tighter and eliminated any possibility of them coming off accidentally.

"Please get these off of me!" cried Mackenzie through clenched teeth.

The audience guffawed and catcalled their captive, showing no sympathy.

"Be a good pet and I'll consider it" said the leader coldly.

"Please, I'll do anything!" whimpered Mackenzie. Dancing back and forth on her tiptoes in panic.

"Okay, first thing you can do is stand still and shut up"

Mackenzie complied, biting back the urge to beg for mercy again, knowing that it would only annoying the green leader even more.

After another 30 seconds, the shock subsided send she became aware of her surroundings again.

"Why don't you turn around and show us that ass again?" cried one of the boys watching.

She blushed.

The embarrassment, which had subsided momentarily when the pins were attached again, was back.

It wasn't getting easier, being naked in front of so many people, taking orders from her captors, feeling more like an object than a person.

She feel their eyes on every inch of her.

I can’t stop them looking at me!

Mackenzie stood quietly, waiting for instructions as every eye in the group studied her body.

"Kneel," the leader ordered, satisfied that her captive had finally learned how to be quiet.

Mackenzie hesitated; she'd guessed something like this was coming but it was still no less humiliating.

"I said kneel!"

As she spoke, the leader grabbed both the clothespins and firmly pulled down on them both.

Fresh agony blossomed across Mackenzie's chest as her nipples pinched and stretched.

"Aaaah! Okay okay okay!"

The naked woman squealed in pain and immediately obeyed, sinking to her knees. She knelt. Her legs were pressed together and her rear end resting on the balls of her feet, she lowered her gaze to the floor to complete the submissive posture.

"Move your legs apart" commanded the green leader.

Mackenzie shuddered at this latest humiliation but meekly moved her legs apart slightly. Doing so meant she could no longer rest her behind on the backs of her feet and robbed her of that minute amount of coverage.

The leader moved behind her and tapped the inside of each of her bare legs with the tip of her boot, indicating that she wanted them spread wider.

Feeling the hard rough earth scrape against her bare knees made her squeak, drawing even more attention to the spectacle of her nakedness sprawled across the ground.

"Wow, and I thought we'd already seen her from every angle"

Clearly enjoying herself, the leader continued to push the captive redhead's legs wider and wider. By the time the girl was satisfied, Mackenzie's thighs were almost parallel with the ground.

Her pussy (and indeed, the rest of her) felt horribly exposed, splayed wide for all to see.

She shivered, her heart pounding from a combination of the pain from the clamps and the humiliation of being placed in such an embarrassing position.

The assembled Greens sneered down at their naked victim.

Mackenzie could feel them judging her, their looks burning into her naked skin; her body was theirs to survey and appraise.

Her hands fidgeted in the cuff, it was almost unbearable. She couldn't cover her exposed body. She couldn't remove the clothes pins tormenting her nipples. She couldn't run away.

She was utterly powerless.

What have I done to deserve this?! she thought to herself miserably.

"What should we do with her now?" asked one of the Greens.

The leader remained silent as she walked back to Mackenzie's front side.

The seconds felt like hours. Mackenzie remained still and tried not to think about how on display she was or what might be in store for her next.

The aching in her poor abused nipples was so intense she was finding it difficult to focus on anything else; all she had room for in her mind was the pain in her tits and the overwhelming sense of embarrassment.

She let out a moan of apprehension, her entire body was trembling.

“Bark,” the leader commanded.

"What?!"

"I said bark, dog"

“Woof, woof.” said Mackenzie quietly, still meekly looking down at the ground.

The leader placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head until the two women were making eye contact.

From her low position, the green leader towered over her; Mackenzie's head was barely level with the other woman's midriff and the green boys were even taller.

Kneeling naked in front of her captors, she felt small and utterly wretched.

"Loud and proud so we can all hear!" chided the leader.

"Yeah, say it with your chest" quipped one of the boys, raising a laugh from the group.

"Woof! Woof!" she almost shouted the words.

The leader patted Mackenzie's head.

“Good job. Now I want you to pant like the happy little dog that you are”

Not knowing what else to do, Mackenzie did what she asked. She stuck out her tongue and began to pant energetically like an excited puppy.

"See how much better things are when you're a good dog and do as you're told?" said the leader in a sickly sweet voice dripping with condescension.

Mackenzie couldn't bring herself to nod or vocalize an agreement. Instead, she simply continued to pant like a dog, her tongue out and wagging.

It was so unspeakably humiliating.

The faux-excited panting made her whole body bob up and down slightly, which in turn caused the bells to begin tinkling gently; imagining how she must look, playing at being a pet with her perky breasts gently swaying and the bells jangling off her nipples, she flinched with embarrassment.

“Now keep going but close your eyes” the leader ordered.

Mackenzie was happy to obey that command. At least with her eyes shut she didn't have to look at her audience.

Long moments passed in silence and darkness.

Suddenly, Mackenzie felt another jolt of pain. It was coming from the tip of her tongue.

She opened her eyes wide in shock.

Just as she feared, the green leader had attached a third clothespin, this one was clamped tight to her protruding tongue.

"Perfect! That ought to finally stopped her yapping" smiled the leader.

"Aaah! Aaaaahhh!" sputtered Mackenzie.

The clothespin acted like a gag, preventing her from speaking clearly. Moans of pain and humiliation were the only sound she was capable of making.

Mackenzie instinctively pulled her tongue, stinging from the bite of the clothespin, back into her mouth. An earthy wood taste filled her mouth.

Without warming, cruel fingers flicked both of the improvised clamps dangling from the luckless redhead's nipples, causing another sharp jolt of discomfort.

"Tongue out slut!" barked the green leader.

The naked redhead squealed and complied, fearing any disobedience would result in another punishment.

“Ahh aaahh! Aaaahh!” cried Mackenzie.

The clothespin on her tongue was even harder to bare than the two on her nipples. They pinched and throbbed in time as if an invisible thread ran between and connected all of them.

She squirmed uncomfortably and heard the nipple bells chime in time with her movement. Having the bells hung from her nipples had been unbearably humiliating but there was something about the pin on her tongue which felt worse. Perhaps it was fact that it left her unable to speak, another reminder that her captors had no interest in her other than playing with and lusting over her naked body.

"I don't recall anyone telling you that you could stop, dog"

Powerless to resist, Mackenzie began panting again, her tongue sticking out, the tip of it burning under the pinch of the clamp.

"That's much better" said the leader in a slow, condescending voice. “Yes, you’re such a good dog"

“Give us another good shake of those bells”

“That's a good idea, you better do as he says" added the leader, speaking with an infuriatingly sweet, cajoling, patronizing voice.

Mackenzie shimmied her torso and felt her tits sway agreeably.

"Nice, now try bouncing instead" said another

Not knowing what else to do, Mackenzie obediently began to rock her body up and down.

“You can do better than that,” he encouraged.

She huffed a frustrated sigh through her open mouth but nonetheless began to bounce more enthusiastically.

Why am I following orders from these horny little creeps?!

Her plump tits bobbed up and down, hard enough that the clothespins jolted and the bells jangled cheerily. Her nipples were on fire, sore and stinging, but she kept moving her naked body up and down.

The Greens watched in awe. It was such a tantalizing display. Their naked, bound, panting captive, jiggling her assets wantonly at them, kneeling before them all with her thighs spread wide. The wooden clothespin waggled at the tip of her tongue, flapping with her breathing.

They were all so delighted they fell silent for a while and watched the debauched performance for several glorious minutes, the only sound being Mackenzie's increasingly heavy breathing and the chiming bells.

The naked woman's face was flushed from diligent efforts and humiliating self-awareness. Saliva crept down in long lines from her protruding tongue and dripped onto her breasts.

Her nipples continued to throb and sting as the bells bounced and tugged on the clothespins.

My nipples are on fire, when will this end?!

Then, one of the boys watching stepped forward and held out his phone in front of Mackenzie.

Oh god, please no more photos!

She whimpered.

The young man had activated the front facing camera on his smart phone.

She felt her skin burn with hot shame as she caught sight of her own face and naked jiggling body on the screen. Of course, the teens had been recording her from multiple angles for a while, but being able to see exactly what was being captured gave new reality to her situation.

She no longer had to imagine how she looked; every excruciating detail was plain to see on the screen.

The cat whiskers and nose drawn onto her face, the clothespin pinching her lolling tongue, the collar around her neck, the pins attached to her nipples, the bells that dangled from them, her submission kneeling posture, her cuffed hands that prevented her from covering any part of her exposed body, her splayed legs and exposed pussy.

All of her, every punishment and indignity that had been heaped on her by the Greens was being recorded.

This can't be happening!!

He couldn't film her like this! She couldn't stand the thought of there being any evidence of what she was doing.

If a video of her existed it would only be a matter of time before one of her sadistic captors posted it online.

She wanted to command him to stop, to threaten him into compliance, but a **** cry of "Nuuh uuhh!" was all she could manage, the clothespin on her tongue still preventing her from speaking properly.

She frantically shook her head to emphasize the point, causing her round tits to wobble back and forth, the clothes pins pointing out from them brazenly.

The young man smiled, clearly enjoying her embarrassment.

She was so flustered she didn't even notice that a second green, tall and powerful built, had broken off from the main group and was approaching from behind; without warming, he reached out and gave Mackenzie's ass a hard slap.

*THWAP!*

"Aaaaaaaaahh!"

Caught off guard, Mackenzie involuntarily arched her back in pain and surprise. The sudden jerking motion pushed her chest outwards and up, causing the bells to rocket up and out away from her body. Reaching the end of their short tethers, the bells arced upwards, painfully tugging at Mackenzie's sore nipples. The **** of her arch was so powerful, the bells actually reached all the way up to hit her in the face before crashing back down and bouncing painfully several times below her perky breasts.

“Aaaaaahhh! Aaah! Aaah! Aah!” she yelped through her open mouth, as the weight of the bells pulled mercilessly at her chest, the clothespin waving wildly from the tip of her tongue.

This raised a laugh and general murmur of approval from the gathered Greens.

Encouraged by this, the boy spanked her ass again, even harder than before.

*THWAP!*

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

"I reckon you can still do better" said the boy that had spanked her.

"Aaaaahh!"

"I can give you some more encouragement if you need it" he said.

Mackenzie emphatically shook her head again and began to bounce even more frantically and powerfully; she couldn't face another spanking!

Her legs were on fire from the effort but she pushed through the exhaustion and continued to rocket up and down as hard as she could. Her panting was no longer an act, she was almost out of breath from the exertion and could only keep going by rapidly breathing through her open mouth. Her tits lurched up and down, the bells chiming noisily in time with her movement, her curves jiggled with every movement.

After another 30 seconds of Mackenzie's panicked display, the leader turned to face the boy that had delivered the two slap's to her plump ass (he was still watching it bound up and down, practically hypnotized by her body). She looked at him disapprovingly but clearly wasn't in a hurry to intervene.

"Don't do that again. We only spank her when she's being disobedient, she's being good and doing as she's told right now" said the green leader in an exasperated voice.

Finally some good news!

"Sorry boss!"

"That's okay, she's being good now but for all we know this is all still part of the Tan's game plan; she'll probably double-cross us again as soon as we let our guard down"

"Sooo... does that mean I can keep going? If she's waiting to escape again then that means she's faking being obedient"

Mackenzie looked up at the green leader and made pleading eye contact with her tormenter.

She can't seriously want to let him keep spanking me, can she?

She smirked and shook her head.

"Okay, you can do one more but then you have to stop"

Mackenzie's eyes went wide.

Wait no-

*THWAP!*

"Aaahhh ah ahhhh!"

The boy's open palm smacked into her tender rear end with so much **** it took a full five seconds for her cheeks to stop jiggling. An angry red handprint was visible on her butt cheek for the next several days and Mackenzie struggled to sit comfortably for a full week.

The naked redhead sagged, utterly spent from the long minutes she'd spent bouncing, the pain in her nipples and tongue, and the brutal spanking she's just received. Her head and torso dropped forward and she continued to breath heavily through her still open mouth.

I can't I can't

As she leaned her body forward, her breasts dangled beneath her, stretched towards the floor by the weight of the nipple clamps and attached bells.

Her entire front half was slick with sweat and saliva.

“Silly slut” the leader muttered under her breath, though still loud enough for Mackenzie to hear over the crowd of laughing young men that were watching her.

She lowered her eyes in shame, wondering how she would react if their roles were reversed, if she was in charge of a gang and had a naked captive at her mercy.

Why are they so cruel?

It was clear that the group were bullies that delighted in picking on those weaker and more **** than themselves.

She was beginning to doubt that she'd ever get out of her predicament.

"Thanks for the souvenir" quipped the young man with the smart phone, content that he'd captured enough of her humiliation for now.