Mackenzie streaks again

The green leader stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak.

Before she could say a word however, Emma interjected, her tone cold and commanding. "Listen up, Mackenzie," she said, her words dripping with malice. "We have a little task for you, and I suggest you comply if you value your reputation."

The green leader shot Emma an annoyed look, which the other women either failed to notice or completely ignored.

Mackenzie's stomach churns with dread as she braces herself for whatever twisted demand she was about to make. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

"You're already aware that we're next to the local park" began Emma.

"Far too close for comfort" thought Mackenzie, thinking about all the people she'd seen earlier when she peered through the gap in the hedges.

"In a moment, one of these helpful young men is going to head over to the far side of the park. We want you to run to him, he'll have an object that we want you to return to us here."

Mackenzie's eyes widen in disbelief at the audacity of her demand. "But... but there are so many people there," she stammers, her voice trembling with fear.

"Of course you can say no. But if you do, well, let's just say I have some rather incriminating footage of you that I'm itching to share with the world."

Her heart sank at Emma's words, the threat of the recording wasn't something she could ignore.

"You wouldn't," she protests weakly, knowing deep down that the other woman wasn't bluffing.

Emma's lips curled into a cruel smirk as she leaned down towards the naked woman still kneeling on the ground, her eyes glinting with malice. "Oh, I would," she says, her voice dripping with venom. "So, what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good pet and do as you're told, or am I going to have to press send on that little video of yours?"

With a heavy heart, Mackenzie nodded in **** agreement, her mind racing with fear and desperation. She knew the task ahead of her would be humiliating beyond measure, but if it meant that the video wouldn't be circulated amongst her friends, family, and coworkers, she'll simply have to do whatever it took.

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Several minutes later, with her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat, she stood at the edge of the park. Her eyes were fixed on the distant figure of the green holding the object she'd been tasked to retrieve. He seemed impossibly far away.

Her limbs trembling and her hands fidgeted nervously in the cuffs. She had asked the greens to uncuff her for the run but they had refused. Mackenzie took a deep breath, steeling herself for the daunting task ahead.

Every fiber of her being rebels against the idea of exposing herself to the world in such a humiliating manner, but the fear of Emma's **** video outweighed her apprehension.

The anxiety churned in her stomach, threatening to overwhelm her, but she knows she couldn't afford to falter.

Her gaze darted nervously around her, her heart sinking as she caught sight of the people scattered across the park. Dread washed over her in waves, brought on by the knowledge that they'd all soon bear witness to her shameful sprint.

"Come on Mackenzie, we haven't got all day" chided Emma from behind.

With a deep breath, she summoned every ounce of courage she has left and ran forward, out of the cover of the treeline, her bare feet pounding against the grass.

As she dashed forward, panic immediately bubbled up within her as she wrestled with the enormity of what she was doing, the realization sinking in that there was no turning back.

"Oh god! This is insane! Am I really doing this?!"

The eyes of countless strangers turning to watch her as she sped across the wide expanse of the park.

Passersby gawked and whispered, some pointing and laughing, while others hurled jeers and taunts her way. Their stares and murmurs only intensified her embarrassment.

"Hey, look at that streaker!"

"Nice outfit, sweetheart! Did you forget something at home?"

Mackenzie's panicked mind screamed for her to stop, to hide, to retreat back into the seclusion of the clearing. But she pushed herself onward, her determination to keep the video private outweighing her immediate embarrassment (but only just).

As she ran, her perky breasts bounced and swayed with each frantic step, their weight pulling at her chest with every stride. They ached with each jolt of movement, the sensation both painful and humiliating.

"Hey, you need a license for those cannons!" someone shouted, pointing towards Mackenzie's heaving chest as he chuckled.

Every step sent a jolt of discomfort through her body as the cuffs dug into her wrists.The bite of the handcuffs and the press of the collar around her throat served as a constant reminder of her loss of dignity.

She reached the exact mid-point of the park, surrounded on all sides by onlookers both amused and appalled.

She could feel their eyes boring into her exposed flesh, their gazes lingering on her bouncing breasts and jiggling thighs and ass as she raced past. The shame of her nudity intensifies with each passing moment, her cheeks flushing crimson as she struggled to ignore the uncomfortable sensation in her chest.

She passed close by a group of young men and winced as they hurled lewd remarks her way.

"Look at the recoil on that!" a man yelled, earning a round of laughter from those nearby as they ogled Mackenzie's retreating rear end.

She stumbled and faltered, her body trembling with exhaustion, she longed for the ordeal to end, to be released from the grip of her captor and the gaze of the watching crowd.

Despite the burning ache in her muscles and the pounding of her heart in her chest, Mackenzie didn't slow her pace. Driven on by the **** desire to escape the judgmental stares and mocking laughter of the onlookers in the park. Their laughter echoed in her ears as she pressed on.

Finally, she reached the far side of the field and approached the figure waiting for her, his arms crossed and a stern expression etched on his face. He clutched a long stick in one hand, this must be the item she had to retrieve.

A stick? Really? Emma was really milking this pet dog idea as much as possible!

Mackenzie turned and presented her cuffed hands to the green holding the stick, her cheeks flushing with further embarrassment as she realized that her movement also offered him a clear view of her exposed rear end. He made no move to place it in her waiting hands.

She turned to face the green again.

"Come on," she urged, her voice trembling with humiliation, "Hand it over so I can get this over with"

He held the stick out at her head height, a silent command clear in their eyes.

"Sorry naked girl, orders from the boss were clear, no hands," he said with a mocking smirk, his tone dripping with condescension.

"But this is too much! I can't—"

"No excuses." was all he said in response.

"Please"

"If you can't finish one simple task, that friend of yours is going to save us all some time and start sending out that video" he said bluntly.

"Fine. fine! I'll do it!", Mackenzie replied, defeated.

With a heavy heart, she reluctantly opened her mouth wide.

Tears welled in her eyes as she leaned forward, trembling with rage and shame as she opened her mouth wide.

With a snort of amusement, the green placed the stick between her teeth. The taste of earth and wood filled her mouth as she clamped down on the stick, holding it firmly between her teeth.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered under her breath as she turned back the way she had came, her voice muffled by the stick.

Just as she had before her first dash across the park, she froze in fear.

The first trip had attracted a lot of attention, the return journey would likely be much worse.

With a resigned sigh, Mackenzie prepared to set off once more, she took a hesitant step forward and faltered, weighed down by the burden of her humiliation.

"Get moving naked girl!" shouted the green behind her.

Moments later, she felt an all too familiar sting on her rear end.

*THWAP!*

Impatient to see her set off again, he had decided to deliver some encouragement in the form of a powerful smack to Mackenzie's plump behind.

She squealed in outrage and pain, running forward to escape the risk of another smack.

She was back on the move and out in the open.

She'd been so shocked by the unexpected impact, the stick had almost fallen from her mouth. She needed to be careful and hold on to it, it was the only thing standing between her and even worse embarrassment.

For a moment, she reckoned with the absurdity of her situation. Was this really happening? With the stick clenched tightly in his mouth, she continued to run, each step a fresh humiliation.

It was just as she'd feared.

Her first run across the park had drawn a crowd and now even more people were looking her way for the return trip.

They stared in disbelief at the sight of a grown woman racing across the wide expanse of grass, naked, handcuffed, and clutching a stick in her mouth like a dog.

As Mackenzie streaks across the field, her mind swirls with a mixture of panic and self-consciousness.

She couldn't help but imagine how she must appear to the witnesses scattered around the park, the spectacle of her nude form on full display for all to see, her curves accentuated by the relentless rhythm of her movements. The soft swell of her breasts bounced freely, drawing the eye with each step, her hips swaying back and forth hypnotically.

She took in the shocked and amused faces of those who bore witness to her naked sprint. Each gaze felt like a searing brand against her exposed skin, their scrutiny penetrating to her very core.

Her long ginger hair billows behind her. A cool breeze brushes against her bare skin, sending shivers of both discomfort and exhilaration coursing through her body. It washed over her body causing her skin to prickle and her nipples to harden despite the red hot feeling of embarrassment that burned within her.

She could hear the gasps and comments of the onlookers as she dashes past, their eyes wide with shock and curiosity at the sight of a beautiful young woman running through the park completely naked.

Their laughter and whispers echoing in her ears as she ran. The shame threatened to consume her; it took all of her mental strength to keep running and not crumpling into a sobbing heap on the ground

Again, she reached the middle of the park, the exact point where she was the furthest from any kind of cover.

As she continued to sprint, her breath ragged and her cheeks flushed with shame, the stick tasted bitter in her mouth. Her exposed tits and ass jiggled uncomfortably with every stride.

"Look at that naked lunatic!" one voice jeered, while another added, "Now there's a sight I won't forget in a hurry!".

A third voice, cruder than the other two, simply shouted "nice tits!"

Mackenzie's flinched at each mocking remark, her strides faltering as exhaustion began to ensnare her. But still, she pressed on, fueled by a **** determination to reach the clearing where the greens waited for her.

She hated seeing that her humiliation could be a source of entertainment or arousal for the spectators scattered around the park. The thought of strangers ogling her exposed body fills her with anger as well as shame.

Her cheeks flush as she took in the lascivious stares of the men and whispered comments on the women watching her. She could practically feel the weight of their hungry eyes lingering on every curve and contour of her nude form, their gazes stripping away her privacy and dignity.

With every fiber of her being, she longed to shield her nakedness from their prying eyes, to recover the tiniest shred of dignity in the face of her public humiliating. Yet, with her hands bound, she was powerless to conceal her exposed form, **** to endure the piercing stares and lewd jeers.s

As her weary legs continued to carry her across the field, exhaustion threatens to overwhelm her. It was a long way to run and she'd been moving at a full sprint the entire time.

Without warning, her foot slipped, and she tumbled forward, her momentum carrying her to the ground in a graceless mess of tangled limbs.

With a gasp of shock, she landed on the soft earth, the impact sending shockwaves of pain reverberating through her body. Her hands, still bound by the handcuffs, were useless to break her fall, leaving her sprawled helplessly on the ground.

Frantically, she tries to push herself upright, her movements clumsy and awkward as she wearily struggled against her own bodyweight. Each attempt to rise only serves to exacerbate her humiliation as she bent and flexed her nubile body in plain view of the crowd, her limbs trembling with the fatigue as she fought to regain her footing.

The laughter of the onlookers rung in her ears as she tried to rise again.

With undignified effort, Mackenzie managed to push herself upright, her muscles protesting with each movement as she rose from the ground.

Despite the ache in her limbs and fire in her lungs, she refused to stop for even a second of recovery.

"I need to get back into cover! Then I can rest!"

With a deep breath, she steadies herself, her eyes fixed on the edge of the park, where the promise of escape beckoned. It was tantalizingly close, with just a few more seconds of effort she could be there.

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

On reflex, she turned towards the voice and found herself facing a young man around the same age as her.

Unfortunately, she did know him, at least in passing. He worked at a nearby coffee shop that Mackenzie often frequented and they'd chatted more than once as he prepared her order.

A fresh flush of shame spread across her cheeks as she realized she had been seen by someone she knew from her everyday life. The thought of him witnessing her in such a **** and degrading state was unbearable.

All she could do was meet his startled gaze for a momen, give a muffled squeak from behind the stick and, overcome embarrassment, turn and continue running. It was a horrible full-body feeling.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Mackenzie reached the opposite side of the field once more. She barreled back into the clearing and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion; dropping the stick to the ground in front of her as she sank to the floor.

Though she had completed the task, the sense of total humiliation lingered, casting a shadow over her victory.

As she looked up, she realized that she was surrounded by Emma and the greens, their eyes filled with amusement.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" teased Emma.