Every last shred.... of modesty

It turns out these bikers had a statement to make or something like that. As the about 50 bikes thundered through the main streets of the city she couldn't care less what they had to say but what her display had to with it.

Oh and was it a display. She felt like a piece of art mounted on a stand except everyone on the street wasn't allowed to use flash photography on those but they seemed to enjoy taking pictures of her pussy.

The bikes rode in a slow procession, allowing everyone to see the logo on their leather jackets and the feature at the centre of their 'x' formation.

In the centre rode another biker with the most beautiful machine, clutching the handlebars where a naked redhead 's ankles were tied securely. Following the line of those pale long legs inward each onlooker was shocked to see a totally uncovered, clean shaven and spread open pink pussy, the swollen asshole impaled on the bikers cock almost overlooked in comparison.

After seeing such a display one's eyes were drawn back to the upper body of the redhead in question, her arms handcuffed behind the man riding the bike tight enough that her bare breasts and red clamped nipples popped outwards in a bid to possibly grt more attention than her pussy.

At the end of soaking in all this depravity some people chose to look for the girls face, only finding her mouth and nose covered in a bandana not unlike the bikers wore and above that soulful eyes streaming what seemed to be tears of pleasure or humiliation.

So Mackenzie ended the day with the whole town witness to her final humiliation as the procession finally passed the bar of the rival biker gang, her captor taking the time to stick four of his fat fingers into her pussy, stirring up the cum he and his guys had left there so it dripped as they rode by, staring their rivals i the face.

The act of disrespect deemed more important than Mackenzie's dignity was finally over. After the ride by the bikers scattered, most going back to the bar, most to take another look at the newly installed pictures of Mackenzie her face unhidden and her body exposed in a new pose in every photo.

Mackenzie found that though she had hit rock bottom in terms of humiliation she was finally going home, the single bike surprisingly quiet after hearing the roar of 50 in close confines.

As they rode up to the house, Mackenzie still naked but too tired to protest, she saw that someone had parked her car where she always did. Upon finally being released from her rope and cuffs, she was lowered off of the now soft cock inside of her asshole, the gush of cum that followed a minor inconvenience to the fact that she was home, her keys, papers and skirt laying on the front seat of her unlocked car as she grabbed them and limped up to her door.

As she finally made it inside the house she heard the biker leave and sitting on the floor in the entryway she decided that home was the best place to relax.

The END