Yes

Renee kept pressing forward, despite the only clothes upon her was a baseball cap, shorts stuffed against her mouth, and her shoes. This was almost worse than anything prior to the young lass seeing people's reactions in real time. And on mass. As much as she wanted to cover up her treasured intimates, the wrists refused to break the duct tape instead causing her chest to bounce freely.

“Look at that booty work!”

“The crowd is surely enjoying this as much as I am Bob I'll tell you. I'm more of a boobs guy myself and those yabbos are just something else.”

“Uh oh looks like Renee might have some trouble!”

“Let's hope she makes it. I don't know about you but I'm enjoying the show.”

The security guard was gaining traction, determined to catch up to the streaker and get a grab of her double bubble of a booty enticing him forward with each ripple. But for every step he gained, Renee's athletic prowess gained her a foot towards her destination.

Seeing the eighty yard line, Renee felt a wave of respite. Despite being once again **** in her tanlines and being seen by a multitude of people she actually had hope of getting dressed again. Forgetting how she would have to free her wrists to even attempt putting on cover again.

As Renee hit the 90 yard line, every bit of her being propelled her forward, much to the dismay of the security guard who stumbled onto the ground holding his ankle in what seemed like pain, but was a sprain.

Renee screamed in a cheer into the gag on her mouth finally entering the tunnels. All she had to do was find her clothes and put them on. Only to be reminded of another obstacle as she tried to rub her aching breasts, to be met with her wrists still locked behind her back. As she looked around nervously, Renee began to whimper not seeing anything in the empty tunnel. As she turned the corner to the locker room, Sabina grabbed the ginger by her hair and slammed her against the wall.

“Sorry princess, your clothes are in the Eel's locker room. After all I did say, maybe you'll get clothes. But, I figured since you called me a bitch, I'll show you what one is actually like.” Swatting at Renee's ankles caused the ginger in a knelt position. Securing a collar around her neck with a heart tag emboldened with the word “BITCH IN HEAT!” Sabina then grabbed a headband with floppy dog ears, placing them on top of the baseball cap.

“Who's a good girl?” Sabina said mockingly as she grabbed both of Renee's nipples, twisting them slightly. Renee could only respond with muffled cries trying to stand up but being pushed back down by the other STBY teammates. One hit her side causing her to lose the wind within her looking up at the ceiling. The other quickly began rubbing vigorously at Renee's muff causing the redhead to start to moan continuously. The two moved away quickly, smirking at the intended plan.

Sabina produced Renee's cellphone having learned the password from R.E.D as the camera pointed at her exposed form as Renee let out another involuntary moan.

“Renee wanted to let you all know how much she enjoyed the game.” Sabina spoke into a voice changer as she fixated the camera on her heaving chest, then slowly onto the redhead's moist mound.

“We hope to see you at Oakvale Mall so she can maybe buy some clothes. Although according to her, only if she's a good girl. Follow Renee on her socials as she wants to livestream her walk!” Sabina coyly said as Renee's eyes widened as the stream ended.

“Oh no you don't you bitch!” Another female voice shouted as Sabina and Renee turned to see who it was.