They use the leash to drag her across the neighborhood

The teens ran as fast they could, fleeing from the enemy base and pulling the naked redhead along behind them.

"No-no-no-no-no-no-nooo!" Squealed Mackenzie as she struggled to keep pace with the boy who still had a tight grip on her leash.

Her face was flushed crimson, partly from the effort of running but mostly from the embarrassment of having been seen by yet another person.

She could feel her shapely breasts bouncing around freely as she raced down the path. Under normal circumstances, she never went running without wearing a sports bra to keep her boobs from moving around uncomfortably.

Her chest was already beginning to ache from the strain of all this unsupported jiggling. Picturing how ridiculous she must look made her feel even more embarrassed.

She was overwhelmed with panic, her whole body was tingling and she could feel her heart thudding in her chest. This was too much. Being naked in public was bad enough but up until now Mackenzie had been sneaking around, keeping to secluded areas of the neighborhood, and hoping that she'd somehow be able to find a way back inside her home without drawing too much attention to herself.

That small hope was gone now. Sprinting down a public footpath while only wearing a novelty headband definitely wasn't quiet and definitely wasn't sneaky.

One of the teens was saying something but Mackenzie couldn't make sense of the words, her mind was racing and she was too flustered to think clearly.

Who was the woman who had just witnessed her **** streak? Was she one of her neighbours? Mackenzie hadn't recognized her but she wasn't familiar with everybody who lived in the neighborhood. Either way, she doubted the woman would easily forget the spectacle she'd just witnessed.

With her hands securely cuffed behind her back, she hadn't even been able to hide her face from the woman's appalled gaze (or indeed, any other part of her anatomy).

Mackenzie cringed and suppressed another panicked squeal as she ran past an open gate that led to another backyard, expecting to be seen by yet another person.

She glanced into the yard and saw a two men standing just a few feet from the the gate. Fortunately, the men both had their backs to the gate and didn't notice the nude redhead sprint past.

"Where are we going?!"

"Shut up and run naked girl!"

She desperately wanted to stop moving and find somewhere to hide. She felt horribly exposed. It was pure luck that those two men hadn't turned around, someone else could step through the back gate of their house any second and see poor Mackenzie running past completely naked.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a choice of when or where to stop. Each time she tried to slow down, the teen holding the leash gave it a hard pull, yanking her head forward and forcing her to carry on.

"Please stop! You need to free my hands! Or at least get this collar off my neck!" cried Mackenzie, after her third unsuccessful attempt to come to a halt.

Without turning to look at her, the teen holding the leash replied "There's no time! We won't be safe until we're out of enemy territory!".

She rolled her eyes at this but bit back the urge to keep arguing. Her ass was still red and sore from the merciless spankings she'd received from the other group.

So far, these two teens seemed to be nicer, they hadn't slapped her ass or threatened to dish out any other punishments yet, but she still didn't want to risk getting on their bad side while she was still nude, cuffed, and collared.

The second teen seemed to be taking the war game a lot less seriously now that he had found something more interesting to occupy his attention. He kept looking over his shoulder to stare at the curvaceous naked woman, a satisfied smile on his face.

Mackenzie groaned to herself and tried not to think about how much this teenager must be enjoying the view of her perky tits bouncing up and down as she ran.

She stepped on a loose pebble and winced as a small but sharp pain momentarily pricked into the ball of her left foot. Her delicate feet were just as bare and exposed as the rest of her body and unaccustomed to this rough treatment.

Mackenzie thought longingly about the trainers she'd bought recently and how comfortable they were to jog in. She remembered debating whether or not to wear them earlier that day.

lt felt cruelly ironic that she'd decided to venture out today barefoot and had done so specifically because of the titillating thrill she got from the extra feeling of vulnerability that not wear shoes or socks gave her.

Not for the last time that day, she cursed her bad lack and carelessness.

The second teen looked back yet again. He unsubtly ran his eyes up and down her body and shouted "I'll cover our rear and make sure we're not being followed!" he slowed his pace slightly and dropped back out of sight behind Mackenzie.

Still struggling to keep pace with her leash holder, Mackenzie glanced over her shoulder nervously to check for herself if the other group were giving chase.

She saw no sign of them and couldn't hear their outraged war cries anymore either. She didn't want to think about the creative and humiliating punishments their leader would inflict on her if she was recaptured.

She did notice that the second teen didn't seem to be looking around to check for enemies at all. Instead his attention was entirely focused on staring lasciviously at Mackenzie.

She felt a fresh surge of shame and indignation as it dawned on her that checking for pursuers was just a weak excuse he'd thought up, a reason to slow down so he could get a clear view of her perfectly proportioned form from behind.

She could feel her curvey ass jiggling with the impact of every footfall and didn't doubt for a second that the sight of this was delighting her second rescuer.

"Hey! Can you please stop staring at my-"

Before she could finish her sentence, there was another hard tug on the leash. Clearly, turning to look backwards had caused her to slow down to a speed the first teen wasn't happy with. Mackenzie let out a small yelp of surprise and panic as she toppled forward, almost pulled off her feet.

Somehow she managed to regain her balance and keep running. She could hear the second teen behind her quietly chuckling to himself.

In frustration, she clenched her hands into fists and pulled them hard in opposite directions, trying to break open the handcuffs keeping her arms locked behind her back.

It was futile. The toy cuffs were surprisingly strong and clearly weren't going anywhere without the help of a key or pair of bolt cutters.

"Come on naked girl! Do you want the greens to get us? If you can't keep up we'll have to leave you behind!"

She wanted to reply that she was sick of being called things like "naked girl" and "naked lady" and "slutty naked prisoner". However, she also definitely didn't want any of these teens to know her actual name.

Reluctantly, she decided to preserve her anonymity by keeping her mouth shut and putting up with the degrading nicknames.

Although being leashed like a dog, handcuffed, and **** to run naked through her own neighbourhood was without doubt the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to Mackenzie, she took some comfort from the knowledge that each uncomfortable undignified step was taking her further and further away from that psychotic girl who had delighted in tormenting her.

Still, she wished she could somehow free her hands or get these boys to stop tugging at the leash and gawping at her body.

The total loss of control felt as bad, if not worse, than being nude. These boys could be leading her anywhere and they didn't seem at all concerned with preserving her modesty. They could be about to parade her around every street in the neighborhood and poor naked Mackenzie would be absolutely powerless to stop them.

She gasped as she heard traffic and voices ahead. Her worst fears might be about to come true The path was leading her directly towards a busy street.