Half hour of humiliation

The next thirty minutes were some of the most humiliating of Mackenzie's life. Stranger after stranger (mostly men) took their opportunity to sit with the naked redhead on her borrowed throne. And each and every one of them was more than willing to fork over $20 for a chance to get their picture taken with the "Christmas Tree."

But of course, the picture to capture the moment was only the icing on the cake for most of these men. Because sitting with Mackenzie meant being able to get up close and personal with the busty beauty. Almost without fail, the men's hands found their way onto the redhead's body. The more demure ones would simply wrap their arms around her or lean in close to push their body against hers. The more daring customers had no qualms about testing the limits of the situation, and more than a few times Ricky had to speak up and deter them from pushing things too far. A few eager young men who had tried to complete their dream experience by fingering Mackenzie quickly found themselves kicked out of the chair entirely. It seemed that was where Ricky drew the line for the customers, but given how he himself had been doing just that to Mackenzie earlier, it was hard for the redhead to feel any gratitude towards the man. So, the majority of what Mackenzie had to deal with were groping hands.

That said, it was no picnic for the unlucky woman. For what felt like an eternity, Mackenzie was subjected to groping, caressing, and squeezing hands all over her naked body. Man after man would sit next to (or sometimes on top of) her lap, take a few moments to let their hands greedily explore the expanse of her pale skin, and then smile exuberantly for the picture. It was hard for Mackenzie to realize it through the haze of humiliation she was feeling by being felt up by so many strangers, but the pictures were the worst of it all! Every satisfied customer jotted down an email address upon payment, and left with the assurance that the photo of their cherished moment would later be emailed to them. It wasn't bad enough that over 50 men now personally knew what it felt like to see and feel Mackenzie's gorgeous naked body, but they'd have the photos to prove it! They could show them to friends, or even worse, post them online for the rest of the world to see! Given her luck, she'd wind up a holiday themed nude viral sensation! There was simply no way Mackenzie's modesty was making it out of this nightmare unscathed. The redhead had **** but to simply sit there and accept the situation Ricky had **** her into.

What seemed like an eternity later, Mackenzie sat there, chest heaving and limbs sore from straining against her bonds, and realized that for the first time in a while she was alone on the large chair. She glanced up, daring to try to come to her senses, and tried to figure out if her nightmare was finally over. She cringed to see there were still over a dozen gathered people waiting in line, but for some reason Ricky wasn't ushering the next man forward yet. The man who had made Mackenzie's day into a living nightmare of humiliation strode towards her

"Alright sweet cheeks," Ricky said as he flicked one of Mackenzie's sore and stiff nipples, "it's been fun but I've gotta skedaddle. Walt's a punctual guy, and I figure he's coming back from his lunch break in abouuuut three minutes," he said, glancing at his watch. "Maybe four. Now you've got two choices here. Option 1 is that I untie you and maybe even find you something to wear. But you don't tell Walt a word about our little... let's call it a collaborative business venture."

Mackenzie's gaze hardened into a petrifying and furious glare at Ricky and she began pulling on her restraints with renewed vigor. Her anger and rage at this man snapped her fully back to her senses. There wasn't a chance in hell she was letting this asshole of a Santa get away with everything he'd done scot-free!

"Easy there, gorgeous," he said with a placating gesture. "You haven't heard option 2 yet. If you turn down my generous offer, then I leave you here. Tied up. Until Walt comes back. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to untie you, but until he does you'd have no one holding back the rest of them." He nodded with his chin towards the crowd of eager and awaiting men, standing just ten feet or so away. "And who knows what they might get up to in those few minutes?" Mackenzie couldn't stifle the shudder that ran through her entire body as her blood ran cold. The last half hour had been hellish enough, but being left completely alone, absolutely defenseless, with the small horde of men... She didn't even want to think about that.

"So... what's it gonna be, hot stuff? Give me a wink if you're ready to accept my benevolent offer."