Journey's end

Although Dylan loathed to tempt fate yet again, one question reverberated in her mind: "Could this night get any worse?"

Here she was, stark naked in a crowded street; her limbs tightly bound behind her letting people ogle every inch of her; ball gagged and dressed up like a playboy bunny; and hopping slowly to a rendezvous point that was presumably several blocks away. While that summation seemed bad enough, actually experiencing it proved far worse.

Thanks to writings the angry strippers had left on her body, people were frequently giving her butt a passing spank, or her boobs a squeeze. And due to her ball gag, she was incapable of telling them other wise. Even in the scant few moments where she wasn’t being touched. Her breasts and buttcheeks jiggled heartily for all to see.

Dylan looked at a nearby clocktower, and saw that she didn't have much time. With her restraints, it would take an eternity to reach Charlie, even longer if she tried getting out of sight through the back alleys. Dylan saw signs pointing her in the direction of a train station. It would be her quickest route to the rendezvous, but also the busiest. But now was not a time for dignity and pride, lives were at stake!

Hopping through the crowded terminal, Dylan was able to sneakily snatch the ticket from a passer-by who had pinched her nipple. Served them right. She got through the gates unopposed, it seemed as though security cared more for tickets than they did for decency.

Jumping through the doors and into the carriage, Dylan locked eyes at the passengers who stared at her. The car was thankfully sparse, with only three late night passengers, which allowed Dylan to sit down on a chair, and bring her legs up to cover her front. But it did not dispel the awkward side glances and deafening silence between her and the other passengers. Still, it was better than the squeeze and spankathon outside.

Arriving at her destination, Dylan hopped off. The station was likewise sparsely populated. Dylan should've felt relieved, but as she slowly hopped out of the station and deeper into the increasingly empty city, it dawned on her that she was no longer just going to be exposed to the eyes of strangers, but of her friends and co-workers, Natalie and Alex. Or even worse, Charlie himself. She'd have to meet with them and look into their eyes on a daily basis, and they would always be aware of the fact that they had seen her naked. Not even just that! Naked, ball gagged, with bunny ears and a bunny tail and tied up in a way that **** her to hop like a bunny! Perhaps she was overthinking this. Maybe by some miraculous coincidence, her fellow angels had shown up at headquarters in a similar state of undress, and they could all feel kinship in equal embarrassment? Peeking out from behind a street corner, Dylan's wishful thinking was disputed, as Alex and Natalie stood there fully clothed, waiting outside their HQ for Dylan.

With a deep breath, Dylan stepped out and made her way to her friends. Her fellow angels instantly rushed to her, removing the ball gag and binders. The pair stood in stunned silence as they watched Dylan stretch her arms and flexing her mouth, before awkwardly covering her breasts and crotch with her hands. How would Dylan explain all of this? How could she excuse such an absurd and undignified entrance?

"Don't ask." Dylan bluntly remarked.

And so the trio did their best to continue as normal.