She's quickly discovered

Mackenzie peeked cautiously around the tree and scanned the area for any sign of her persuer. The drone hovered at the wood's edge, its persistent buzz still audible in the distance. Cautiously, it began to creep forward, threading a careful path between the net of branches and foliage. For a horrifying moment, it seemed as though it might actually be able to follow her.

But then, sweet mercy—its path faltered. A low branch snagged and then tore off one of its rotors. The drone fell from the sky, and gave a pitiful whirr before coming to a stop, tangled in the foliage of the forest floor. Mackenzie watched, wide-eyed, as it struggled briefly, then fell silent.

For a second, she didn’t dare believe her luck. Slowly, a victorious smirk crept onto her face. Take that, you nosy little pervert! she thought, straightening slightly and flicking her sweat-damp hair out of her face with as much dignity as her situation could allow. She had won.

But Mackenzie’s triumph was short-lived.

“Ahem.”

The sound, polite but unmistakably pointed, cut through the air like a dagger. Mackenzie froze. Every muscle in her body locked up as dread rolled over her like a tidal wave.

Oh, no. Please, no.

Slowly, with a creeping dread, she turned her head to look behind her.

There they were. A group of young people—late teens or possibly early 20s, —dressed in army fatigues and standing in a loose semicircle. Their faces ranged from mild surprise to barely-contained amusement. One of them, a tall guy with messy hair, gave her a little wave.

Mackenzie’s blood ran cold as a horrifying realization hit her like a freight train: while she had been focused on the drone, she had been unknowingly presenting her very naked rear for them.

Oh my god, they’ve been watching me this whole time!

“aaaahh!” she squealed, her voice high and panicked as she spun around to face them. In her flustered state, she nearly tripped over her own feet, but managed to recover, clamping her arms across her chest and crotch in a frantic attempt to shield herself from their amused gazes.

Her eyes darted between their faces, searching desperately for some sign of mercy, but all she found were smirks and raised eyebrows. One of the group elbowed the guy next to him and muttered something under his breath that made his friend chuckle. Another guy, shorter and wearing a backward cap, openly raked his eyes over her trembling form, grinning like he’d just hit the jackpot.

“I—uh—this isn’t—!” Mackenzie stammered, her voice trembling as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, her bare toes curling against the cool forest floor. She didn’t even know where to start. How could she possibly explain this? There was no way to make this look like anything other than exactly what it was: her, stark naked in the woods.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” the girl at the forefront of the group asked, her voice dripping with mockery. “Lost something?”

Mackenzie’s face burned hotter than the midday sun as she stammered, “I—I didn’t mean to—there was this drone, and then the gate—”

“Oh, a drone made you run naked into the woods?” another voice chimed in, barely stifling a laugh. “That’s a new one.”

“It’s not like that!” Mackenzie squeaked, her voice rising in pitch as she tried to explain herself, though the attempt was as futile as trying to cover her abundant assets with her two hands.

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her. She was all too aware of how ridiculous she looked—her flushed face, her awkward stance, her arms barely doing anything to cover her generous curves. She shifted again, trying to find a position that didn’t make her feel completely exposed, but there was no escaping it. She was on full display, and the more she tried to hide, the more obvious her predicament became.

The girl in the fatigues smirked. “So, uh, what’s your plan here, streaker? You gonna stand there all day, or…?”

Mackenzie’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no words came out. She could feel their eyes on her—on every inch of her—and the laughter bubbling just beneath the surface of their expressions. Her pulse pounded in her ears as her mortification reached an all-time high.

“I—I—” she stammered again, her voice cracking slightly as her mind scrambled for an escape plan.

Somewhere, deep in the woods, the drone gave a faint, mocking beep. Mackenzie wanted to scream.

Mackenzie stood frozen against the tree, her bare back pressed against the rough bark, her arms clutching desperately at her exposed front. Her mind was a chaotic mess of mortification and panic, every fiber of her being hyper-aware of her utter and complete nakedness. Her heart hammered in her chest as she darted her eyes between the group of amused onlookers, their grinning faces only amplifying her humiliation.

Oh my God, they can see me. They’re looking at me! she thought, her cheeks burning hot with shame. She pressed her arms tighter against herself, feeling the firm, sensitive peaks of her nipples dig into the undersides of her forearms. It was a maddening sensation, only made worse by the way her breasts shifted and squeezed against each other as she tried to adjust her position.

Mackenzie bit her lip, her stomach twisting in knots. Her arms were already starting to ache from holding them so tightly in place, but she couldn’t let her guard down. Not for a second, she thought, panicked. If they see me—really see me—I'll just… I’ll die!

“Relax,” another boy teased, leaning lazily against a nearby tree. “We’ve already seen, like, ninety percent of you anyway. What’s another ten?”

Mackenzie clenched her teeth, her mortification reaching new heights. She wanted to snap back, to say something cutting that would make them stop—but all she could manage was another squeak as the bark behind her bit into her soft skin again.

Keeping her hand firmly clamped in place, Mackenzie gingerly edged around the tree back of the tree, her only source of modesty.

As if things couldn’t possibly get worse, she now found herself shivering behind a tree, clutching at her dignity with both hands—an impossible task given how much dignity was on display. She pressed herself against the rough bark as though hoping it might swallow her whole, her bare backside peeking out just enough to give the teens an enticing hint of what she was trying so desperately to hide.

“Hello? Naked girl?” one of them called, their voice dripping with poorly concealed amusement.

Mackenzie flinched and squeezed her eyes shut, praying they’d lose interest and move on. A ridiculous hope, really. If there was anything more entertaining than a grown woman caught stark naked in the middle of the woods, it was the opportunity to make her squirm.

“Come on, we know you’re back there!” another voice chimed in, this one female and gleefully sing-song.

With a resigned sigh, Mackenzie peeked around the far side of the tree, her face a deep shade of red. “I—I can explain,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Can you, though?” the girl asked, crossing her arms and cocking her head. “Because I’m dying to hear how you ended up streaking through our training grounds.”

“It’s not like that!” Mackenzie protested, her voice cracking as she clutched at her chest and nether regions. “I—I got locked out of my house, and there was a drone, and I panicked—”

The girl raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Uh-huh. Sure. Totally normal day, right guys?”

The rest of the group erupted into laughter, and Mackenzie’s mortification deepened. She ducked back behind the tree, her heart pounding as she struggled to think of a way out.

She groaned inwardly, biting her lip to keep from screaming. She shifted her weight, debating whether to make a run for it when—

“Boo!”

She gasped, spinning to see one of the teens grinning at her. Before she could react, he reached out, and with a practiced flick, snapped one side of a pair of handcuffs around her left wrist.

“What—what are you doing?!” she shrieked, yanking her arm back and stumbling away from him. The cold restraint bit into her skin as the loose side of the cuff dangled ominously.

Mackenzie bolted, her bare feet kicking up dirt and leaves.

The other teens, who had been enjoying the spectacle of her squirming attempts to hide, burst into laughter as she dashed naked into the open.

The group quickly spread out, forming a loose circle around her, cutting off any hope of escape. She froze, her chest heaving as she tried to process what had just happened, one arm clamped across her bare breasts while the other shielded her crotch.

Mackenzie froze, her chest heaving as she spun on the spot, frantically trying to decide which part of her body needed covering the most.

She squirmed, her face burning as she shifted her hands to cover her crotch. This, of course, left her breasts exposed, much to the delight of the group.

“Nice choice,” one of them quipped. “I’m more of a boobs guy myself.”

“Shut up!” Mackenzie snapped, spinning again to shield her chest.

“That’s not helping, you know,” the girl said, shaking her head in mock pity. “You’re just giving us all a turn.”

It was true. No matter which way she turned, someone was always getting an unobstructed view of something.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” another voice called from behind her. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me, we’re all very impressed.”

“Stop looking at me!” Mackenzie cried, her voice breaking as she spun yet again, her efforts to cover herself growing increasingly frantic.

The circle tightened, and Mackenzie’s breathing quickened. She was trapped, exposed, and utterly humiliated, her every move scrutinized and commented on by an audience that seemed determined to milk her discomfort for all it was worth.