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Chapter 6 by Phantompen Phantompen

What happens to Mackenzie next?

A group of strangers stumble upon her.

Mackenzie stood in her awkward position for what felt like at least half an hour. Her body trembled from nerves as the passage of time did little to calm herself down or help her come to grips with her situation. It hadn't taken long for gravity to begin doing its damage, forcing Mackenzie to brace herself against the ground with her hands and let her heavy breasts swing freely underneath her. The trapped redhead was busy lamenting her situation when she heard the sound of footsteps on gravel. Someone was in the alleyway!

Wishing that some impossible miracle would keep whoever was in the alleyway from seeing her naked lower half, Mackenzie's vain hopes were dashed as she heard the footsteps stop abruptly behind her.

"Holy shit!" came a voice. "The fuck is this?"

"What, never seen a pussy before?" another voice taunted. Another voice! Just when Mackenzie thought her situation couldn't be worse, it turned out there was more than one set of eyes on her naked glory!

"Man, fuck you! It's not every day you see something like this sticking out a random wall!" the first voice snapped back. "Uh... hey, lady? What're you doin'?"

"Uh... this is really embarrassing, but I'm stuck. It's a long story, but I'd really appreciate some help!" Mackenzie replied as she did her best to control her trembling voice and the rising shame burning inside her.

"Right, uh... okay. We got you. We'll help." a third voice chimed in to Mackenzie's dismay. What followed was a short series of whispers too quiet for the trapped beauty to make out. "Alright, I'm hopping over."

"Wh-what? Wait, no, you just need to push me-" Mackenzie began to protest, only for her words to die in her throat as a man vaulted over the stone wall and landed beside her. Looking up sheepishly, Mackenzie couldn't make out the man's face or features from her vantage point, only able to see the legs of his jeans. "Uh... so, how are you going to help me?" Mackenzie asked nervously.

Do the men help her, or "help" her?

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