A slow march to the security office.

"Come on, pervert. I've gotta take you to the security office so we can get you processed." Erica said, yanking Mackenzie roughly along behind her.

"Please, you've got to believe me! I don't want this!" Mackenzie whined. "People are staring!"

"Like you care!" Erica snapped back. "You can tell your stupid sob story to someone who cares."

Mackenzie's pleas continued to fall on deaf ears as Erica marched through the park with her naked captive in tow. With Erica controlling one of Mackenzie's arms, the redhead was left with only one hand to try and fail to cover her voluptuous goods. As much as Mackenzie's body burned with shame, she also felt an odd stirring in her loins that she didn't want to think about.

Mackenzie was yanked out of her internal turmoil by Erica's sudden stop. The security officer was busy with her radio once again.

"Seriously? But I'm transporting a-" she said to whoever was on the other end. "I guess I could. Pick her back up later..."

Erica was distracted, and Mackenzie knew this was probably her best chance to do something to escape the merciless guard. Besides, she didn't like the sound of whatever it was Erica was discussing. However, if she tried something and failed to escape, there's no telling what an angered Erica might do to her in retribution.