She tries and it doesn't end well

Once again, Mackenzie tried desperately to bring the group to a halt.

"Stop stop stop! I can't go out there!"

The teens ignored her and continued jogging at the same place. She could see the end the of the path ahead of her; it looked like it connected onto the main street leading out of the neighborhood. Mackenzie had driven that way hundreds of times and knew that it was almost always busy.

She was still flustered and struggling to think clearly but one thought was loud and clear in her mind: "If I go out there someone else is definitely going to see me! Probably someone who'll recognize me!"

Mackenzie couldn't allow that to happen. Not under any circumstances. Being seen in the nude, though embarrassing, was something she might have been able to live down, people get locked out of their homes all the time and Mackenzie was confident that she could have thought up some plausible sounding excuse for her lack of clothes.

No, her nudity alone wasn't the problem. It was the leash and the cuffs that made Mackenzie terrified of being seen and recognized. The cuffs made it impossible to cover any part of her body and the leash made her feel more like an object than a person and magnified her humiliation tenfold.

Mackenzie knew how ridiculous her situation was, it simple wasn't something that happened to normal people. If people saw her like this, they'd be talking about it for years!

Still running, Mackenzie leaned backwards and pulled against the leash with all her strength, fighting the remorseless tug at her throat dragging her forwards towards the street. Amazingly, the boy actually started to slow down and, after a few more seconds, came to complete stop.

He lent forward, bracing his hands on his knees and took several deep breaths. Evidently, all the running had tired him out to the point that Mackenzie's resistance had actually had an effect.

After a few deep gulps of air, he straightened up and rounded on the naked woman "What are you doing?!"

"I keep telling you! You need to get these cuffs off me!"

Getting the boys to stop was a major victory for Mackenzie, maybe they were actually starting to listen to her!

The second teen, still standing behind Mackenzie, spoke next:

"Our base is nearby. We just need to quickly cross the street, then we'll be back on the right path and out of danger"

Mackenzie whipped around 180 degrees to face him, conscious that he was the less innocent of her two rescuers (and seemed to have taken a particular interested in her curvaceous rear end).

Unsurprisingly, as soon as she turned around, he took in every inch of her exposed body before settling his gaze on the small strip of neatly trimmed hair between her legs.

Mackenzie bristled at how brazenly he was checking her out and, balancing unsteadily on one legs, attempted to shield herself from his prying eyes by drawing her left leg up and crossing it over her crotch.

To her dismay, the teen simply shifted his gaze up to her exposed tits, body parts she was utterly unable to cover.

"I can't cross the street like this!"

"Well we can't leave you behind with the greens still after us. Not now that you know our base is nearby, that's secret information that we can't allow to fall into enemy hands"

Mackenzie could tell that the lecherous teen was struggling to suppress a smirk as he spoke. Not content to simply ogle her nude body himself, this boy clearly wanted to watch her run down the street naked. He wanted more people to see her. He wanted her to be even more embarrassed than she already was.

Mackenzie felt fresh dread wash over her, it was becoming clearer and clearer than she was just a much a captive of these boys as she had been of the other group.

"I keep telling you to untie me! Please just do it now!"

The first teen had finally caught his breath, he wiped several beads of sweat from his brow and prepared to set off again.

"Sorry naked lady, there's no time to argue about this"

"No no wait-"

It was too late. Before she could get another word out, the teen began to run forward again, pulling the captive redhead along behind once again.

Mackenzie look several deep breaths in and out. She could feel the panic building in her again. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. She knew that if she thought about it for too long she'd begin to panic and wouldn't be able to go through with it.

Instead, she gritted her teeth and began to run as fast as she could. Clearly she wasn't going to be able to avoid crossing the street. So, resigned to the fact that she could do nothing to prevent this latest indignity, Mackenzie decided she might as well get it over with as quickly as possible.

The end of the path was coming up quickly, just a few more seconds and she'd be at the street. Mackenzie was now running so fast she overtook the teen holding the leash. Now it was his turn to struggle to keep up with her.

Her heart was really racing now. Anxiety and adrenaline coursed through her entire body and made her feel tingly and slightly lightheaded.

Mackenzie was now well ahead of the teen holding the leash, he strained to keep pace with her but couldn't maintain such a high speed and lost his grip on the handle.

Mackenzie was free. Ironically, she was too focused on sprinting to notice this. As she ran, her speed caused the leash to whip wildly through the air behind her.

Just two more seconds to go.

The sprint was mercilessly punishing Mackenzie's naked body.

Her frantic legs were quickly tiring and her bare feet were sore from repeatedly striking the rough ground so forcefully.

To make matters worse, the dog ears attached to the novelty headband she was wearing kept smacking her in the face. A reminder of the humiliation she'd suffered at the hands of her original captors.

Far worse than all of that though was the effect that gravity and momentum was having on Mackenzie's chest.

Her unsupported boobs were bouncing up and down in unison with her strides. Unfortunately, her rapid speed magnified the **** with which they moved.

Mackenzie's tits had been slightly sore before but this felt so much worse. It was like a heavy weight had been attached to each of her nipples, a weight that cruelly yanked her tits up and down with each footfall.

All of this happened in just a few seconds but to Mackenzie it felt like hours had passed. Right before the paths end, she ducked to avoid a low hanging tree branch but didn't slow down.

Finally, she made it to the street. She didn't slow down, she could see the path on the far side. She would only be exposed for a couple of seconds as she crossed, then she'd be back to the relative seclusion of the path. She just had to pray that no one was nearby.

The last thing she thought was "I can't believe I'm about to streak through my own neighbourhood!" before something catastrophic and completely unexpected happened.

The trailing end of the Mackenzie's leash snagged on the branch she'd just ducked to avoid and stuck fast.

As Mackenzie was about to step into the road, the leash ran out of slack and went taut. The branch bent but didn't gave way and Mackenzie's forward momentum was completely arrested.

The luckless redhead let out a barely audible cry of alarm and confusion, choked by the **** of the collar constricting her neck.

Before she has time to register what was happening, the branch snapped back to it's original position, pulling Mackenzie backwards with tremendous ****. Yanked off her feet, she flew backwards through the air and landed painfully on her back.

Mackenzie lay on the ground, all the air knocked out of her. She wheezed helplessly, trying to refill her lungs.

After a few seconds of coughing and spluttering, she began to recover. Apart from being winded by the **** of the fall, it didn't feel like she's sustained any other injuries. Her ass was sore but that was almost certainly because of the earlier spankings she'd received from the Greens.

As she regained her breath, it dawned on her that she was now lying on the sidewalk completely naked. Mackenzie sat bolt upright. She frantically looked left and right but mercifully didn't see anyone either side of her. "What the hell just happened to me?" She thought to herself.

Had one of the boys grabbed onto the leash?

Mackenzie tried to rise to her feet but couldn't. With her arms still handcuffed behind her back, she couldn't push off the floor with them and her legs were too tired to lift her from a sitting position.

Instead, she lay back down and rolled onto her front. From this posture, she'd be able to pull her legs up under her into a kneeling position and get back onto her feet from there.

The only problem with this was the temperature of the pavement beneath her.

The tree that had already caused her so much trouble was casting a shadow across the section of pavement where Mackenzie lay. This meant it hadn't been heated by the sun and was cold to the touch.

Mackenzie felt her skin prickle as she flopped onto her front but didn't think much of it. Her entire body was hot and sweaty from the run and she welcomed the refreshingly cool feel of the pavement.

That was until the cold bit into her chest and she felt the all too familiar feeling of her nipples harding into points.

"Oh no not now!"

If you'd asked her, Mackenzie wouldn't have been able to explain why, but there was something about her nipples hardening that made her feel even more ashamed and exposed than she already did.

It might have been because it drew attention to her nakedness, or maybe something to do with the association between hard nipples and arousal.

Either way, Mackenzie felt even more self conscious and desperately hoped that they would quickly soften again once her chest was no longer in contact with a cold surface.

Mackenzie continues in her attempt to stand up. It was much more difficult than she'd initially imaged.

With her arms bound, she was having trouble pushing off from the ground. It didn't help that she was worn out from sprinting.

Eventually, after a lot of awkward shimmying and jiggling, she managed to work her knees under her body until they were almost touching her chest.

She moved as quickly as she could, terrified that someone would come along and see her in such a compromising position.

Mackenzie was now kneeling on the ground with her face and shoulders resting on the ground and her ass protruding upwards into the air.

If anyone had walked behind her at that moment, they'd had been treated to the sight of the young redhead unwittingly presenting her most intimate areas for inspection.

Mackenzie shifted her weight backwards and managed to hinge her upper body into an upright position. Finally she was making some progress!

She froze.

She found herself eye-height to the belt buckle of a man standing directly in front of her.

She hasn't seen him when she checked left and right earlier! He must have been standing behind her the entire time! Silently watching the naked woman flop, shimmy, and squirm around as she struggled to get up.

Mackenzie gulped.

Still kneeling on the pavement, she **** herself to look up and meet the man's gaze.