Yes but it fails

Mackenzie was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She dreaded the notion of everyone finding out that Ricky had been fingering her this whole time, and if she broke free from his grip now they surely would. But even less appealing was the thought of staying in Ricky's clutches. She needed to get away from this perverted creep, no matter the cost!

Biting the bullet, Mackenzie tried to rise from Ricky's lap. But she soon found the arm across her chest wasn't letting her get away so easily. Mackenzie tried to push forward, but Ricky was too strong and the half-naked redhead found herself landing back on his lap. And all the while his fingers continued their work on Mackenzie's pussy.

Mackenzie turned her head just enough to see Ricky's eyes and softly said, "L-let me gOH!" She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to cover her moan. Despite her hatred for the man underneath her, Mackenzie found her aroused body was starting to betray her. Her breathing was faster and she didn't trust herself to speak without giving away what was happening. And, to make matters worse, there seemed to be an additional crowd of people gathering nearby Santa's Village. Not parents, simply mallgoers enticed by the spectacle on display.

Ricky simply smiled at Mackenzie before speaking loudly to reassure both Walt and the gathered crowd.

"Don't worry! Santa's got you covered." Ricky said as he moved his arm across Mackenzie's generous chest again, knocking her other arm out of the way before enthusiastically grabbing her left breast. He was once again "helping" Mackenzie by covering her chest for her. Then, the doll spasmed yet again in Mackenzie's distracted grip.

As it began to topple over, it was still somehow secured to Mackenzie's dress. With the green fabric bunched around her hips, the dress had barely been doing anything to keep Mackenzie clothed by that point anyway. But now, with a loud tearing sound, the flimsy fabric was ripped off the redhead's body entirely.

Mackenzie leaned forward and managed to catch the doll before it fell off the chair completely, sending Ricky's fingers as deep as possible into her womanhood. But it was too late for her dress. Mackenzie looked forlornly at the awful green garment in the robotic elf's grip. But the doll wasn't done yet, jerking around wildly once again. Mackenzie tried to prevent it from falling out of her lap, but even as her hips bucked slightly, Mackenzie knew she couldn't risk opening her mouth. So the animatronic doll fell to the ground and rolled away. Her dress was carried off with it, leaving Mackenzie in just her panties, candy cane thigh highs, heels, and elf hat.

By this point, Walt had clearly had enough. His exasperation seemed to have finally turned into anger, and he was quickly approaching the large decorated chair. A small bit of hope bloomed in Mackenzie's heart. Was Walt finally going to be able to put a stop to all this and get her out of this nightmare?