She does as she's told

Mackenzie was frozen in place. Unable to turn around and become even more complicit in her own humiliation and objectification.

A silence fell over the room. Eventually, the Tan leader broke it.

"I had given my team instructions to keep their phones away, this briefing covers secret information that we don't want falling into the wrong hands so I can't risk any photos of videos being recorded" she said, glaring at the immobile Mackenzie as she spoke.

"But... we can't have a briefing if you won't mark the map for me. So I don't see why we shouldn't all get our phones out!"

"Maybe we should take a team photo?" suggested one of the Tan boys, eyeing Mackenzie's chest as he spoke.

Mackenzie shook her head. No more photos! Not with the cat markings on her face!

She clenched her eyes shut for a moment, preparing herself for what she had to do next. It felt so much worse than all the other embarrassing and degrading things that had happened to her that day.

She turned towards the map, feeling the eyes of all the boys in the room shift from her breasts and pussy to her shapely rear, and began to awkwardly draw a shaky 'X' over the spot that the leader had pointed to.

To do this, she tilted her upper body forward slightly and thrust her head out. In this position, with her face almost touching the map, she couldn't really see what she was doing and had to guess where to mark it.

She drew one line of the cross but pressed the marker into the map with too much **** while drawing the other, causing the pen to shoot deep into the mouth and tickle the back of her throat.

Mackenzie spluttered as her gag reflex triggered. She almost choked on the marker pen in her mouth but, fortunately, was quickly able to work her tongue behind the pen and use it to prod the offending item back forwards again so it was no longer brushing the back of her throat.

Much more cautiously than before, she drew the second line of the 'X' and turned back to face the room.

As expected, they were all giggling at the spectacle of naked handcuffed Mackenzie trying to draw with her mouth.

"Now that wasn't so hard now was it"

As the leader spoke, she gave Mackenzie's bare ass a playful slap. Startled by the impact, she yelped and hopped away from the younger woman. She almost dropped the marker pen in the process but managed to hold onto it just about.

Of course, the Tans found this hilarious and once again the room erupted in giggles at Mackenzie's expense.

The leader continued to speak for the next ten minutes, mostly recapping where they had encountered the Green team previously. During that time, she got Mackenzie to mark seven other locations all across the map. Mackenzie's cheek burned red with shame each time she was made to face the map and clumsily mark it with the pen. The third spot was particularly bad, it was right at the very top of the map which meant Mackenzie had to awkwardly balance on tip toe in order to reach it. She could feel her thighs and ass jiggling as she stained to reach the point the leader had indicated, and heard an approving wolf whistle from behind.

By now, she was pretty sure the leader was padding for time, drawing the meeting out and getting her to mark unimportant points on the map just to embarrass her as much as she could for as long as possible. The leader kept a tight grip on the naked women's leash throughout her briefing, partly to prevent Mackenzie from bolting for the door but also as a reminder of the power she currently held over her.

Saliva had begun to pool in Mackenzie's mouth around the marker pen; she tried to maintain a tight seal with her lips but despite her efforts, could feel it beginning to drip from between her lips down onto her bare chest.

Finally, the leader pointed to point low down on the map, at roughly waist height. Mackenzie sighed and dropped into a crouch so she could reach the point with the marker pen; yet again, she wished her arms were free to at least help her balance.

"No, not like that"

Before she could mark the map, she felt herself being unceremoniously hauled back into a standing position by the leash. She turned and gave the Tan leader a puzzled look. More and more saliva was dripping from the gap between the marker pen and her lips. She knew that by this point her tits must be noticably wet and glistening, but couldn't bring herself to look down at her own naked body to confirm.

"I know from our introduction that you're more of a bend at the waist kinda women" continued the Tan leader.

No! She couldn't be serious! Did she actually expect Mackenzie to do that again? In front of so many people?!

Still unable to speak, she frantically shook her head then abruptly stopped when she realized that every eye in the room other than the leader's had moved to her jiggling tits.

"It's your choice, you can be a good mascot and do as your told... ooor we can take your back to the Greens. Of course, I'll be walking you back to their base via the main street. Oh, and you won't be borrowing a jacket this time"

Mackenzie wasn't sure if the leader was bluffing but knew she couldn't risk it. The white hot shame of streaking across the street earlier was still fresh in her mind and she was in no hurry to repeat the experience.

She had ****, she had to play the part of the meek little nude mascot. For the second time that day, Mackenzie bent over at the waist and presented herself to a group of strangers. Spurred on by her obvious discomfort, the crowd were in hysterics as the naked redhead awkwardly craned her neck to mark the final X on the map with the market pen held between her teeth.

Mackenzie fought to hold back tears of embarrassment, aware her charms were now on display to the watching crowd, her pussy lips partly visible between her legs. Yet again, she tugged hopelessly at the cuffs holding her arms behind her back. Her heavy tits swayed beneath her as she moved.

When she was done and tried to rise back into a standing position, she found that she couldn't. A hand was pressing hard against her upper back, holding her in the humbling posture.

Confused, she peered back over her shoulder to see what was blocking her. The Tan leader, now looming high above her, looked down and smiled.

"Hold on kitty, we're not done yet"

Mackenzie didn't like the sound of that at all.

The Tan leader pushed a booted foot between Mackenzie's legs, hooked it around one of her ankles, and began pulling. The redhead's stomach lurched, the girl was trying to prize her legs apart!

She resisted the pressure that the leader was applying. However, the **** grew more and more insistent and she soon relented, spreading her legs ever so slightly. This minor concession didnt seem to satisfy the leader, who continued to apply pressure with her boot.

Mackenzie stood her ground, refusing to move any further. She couldn't do it! She couldn't spread her legs and fully expose herself again in front of all these teens, especially not while she was bent over!

*THWAP!*

She felt the familiar sting of a hand against her bare behind.

"Aahwch!" the marker pen in her mouth acted like a gag, distorting and muffling her cry of pain.

"We don't have all day!" barked the leader sternly.

Mackenzie looked up at her tormenter again, pleading for mercy with her doe eyes; it was obvious from the look on the leader's face that she'd be receiving none. She was the mascot, the captive, the group's entertainment. Just tits and ass. She was there to be gawked at, sexualized, and objectified. To be teased and ridiculed.

Mackenzie's resolve faltered. Reasoning that the humiliation of being publicly spanked was just as bad as the alternative (and significantly more painful), she slowly allowed her legs to splay wider and wider. The Tan leader didn't relent until Mackenzie was standing with her feet well beyond shoulder width apart, her lips and holes fully visible to her audience. The leader pushed down on the middle of Mackenzie's back until she was standing in an uncomfortable (but lovely to look at) arched position.

"Now be a good mascot and stay like that until I tell you to stop"

The leader stepped back from Mackenzie, leaving her alone, front and center, with every eye in the room on her.

"Look at that, you finally learned to do as your told!'

Mackenzie burned with frustration, shame and anger at herself. "I shouldn't be doing this! I should have run for the door when I had the chance!"

The position was even more humiliating with her legs parted and left her feeling utterly exposed and ****. Here she was, a beautiful and intelligent young woman, reduced to a naked plaything.

The Tans continued to bombard her with rude and objective comments:

"Wow, she really does have a fantastic wagon"

"I'm still not seeing a love heart dude"

"Just shut up and enjoy the view"

"I think I prefer looking at those tits of hers"

"Is it my turn on her leash yet?"

She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, but she remained on display, humiliated beyond belief. Her entire body trembled. A whimper escaped her lips.

The leader seemed to have finally finished her lengthy recap and began to outline her plan of action.

However, she didn't give any further instruction to Mackenzie; fearing punishment for moving without being told to, the naked captive stood as still as she could and continued to bare her most intimate areas to the Tans.

"Now that the greens have captured one of us, it's likely that they'll have fallen back to their base and fortified it in anticipation of our counter attack. We've already raided them once so they'll definitely be on high alert"

Mackenzie thought back to that raid, when she'd been rescued from the Green camp. Given her current predicament, she wondered if it would have been smarter for her to have stayed with her original captors.

"Luckily for us, we have something that they want. Something that we can use to lure away their guards"

Somehow, Mackenzie managed to remain in the inspection position, suppressing the overwhelming desire to stand up and run for the door. Maybe if she took off fast enough, she'd catch the Tan leader by surprise and make her lose her grip on the leash? It was too risky. If this is what happened when she cooperated, she didn't want to imagine what might happen after an unsuccessful escape attempt.

The muscles of her lower back had begun to ache almost as much as her reddened ass. She kept her neck tilted back to ensure her head faced the wall, she couldn't bare the thought of accidentally looking down between her spread legs and seeing so many people gawping at her exposure.

"Okay kitty, stand up. This next part's important so I need everyone to focus..."