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Mackenzie stepped into the dim surroundings and took the steps up to the stage. To her left was the big red curtain, currently closed, that led to the auditorium where all the prom-goers currently were. She stepped around the various stage-related equipment and saw two girls in prom dresses standing before her. Sure enough it was Pauline and Cynthia, and both had smug looks on their faces.

"Glad you could make it." Pauline said, holding her phone up to display the video whose distribution Mackenzie now feared.

"I can't believe you filmed me when you were the ones who **** me to do that in the first place!" Mackenzie said, anger rising.

"Hey!" Cynthia snapped, "We promised we wouldn't post the first video we took, and we kept our promise."

"Despite how badly you fucked us over." Pauline grumbled.

"I fucked you over?!" Mackenzie said, trying not to shout. "You're the ones who dragged me out and started the whole fiasco!"

"Well, either way," Cynthia said, "You humiliated us and basically got off scot-free. So now it's time for a little payback. We just need you to do one thing for us..."

Mackenzie figured this was where the exchange was headed, and she wasn't going to have any part of it. She inhaled to shout for Jess when something was shoved into her mouth. A strong arm pulled her head back and something fastened behind her head. There had been someone standing behind her, and they had just shoved a ball gag into Mackenzie's mouth!

Mackenzie's muffled cries were in vain as the strong arms gripped her wrists and began fastening them to something unseen. It felt like fabric was being wound around them, and after a moment the fabric tightened. Her arms were hoisted up at 45 degree angles and the fabric dug tightly into her wrists. Mackenzie struggled and kicked but soon Pauline and Cynthia were on her, holding her legs spread while cold metal clicked around her ankles. In what seemed like just a few seconds, Mackenzie had been bound in place, standing up but splayed out.

Pauline gazed into Mackenzie's fear-filled eyes and smiled devilishly. "We just need you to stand still for a few minutes. Not so bad, right?"

As a guy walked into view to join the two girls, Cynthia brandished a pair of scissors. "Your dress looks great, but we miiiiiight just make a few adjustments. You don't mind, right?"

Mackenzie tried shouting again as she vigorously shook her head in fear.

"Great!" Cynthia said cheerfully as she bent down to grab the bottom of Mackenzie's dress. She slowly, painfully slowly, began cutting the expensive garment. She sliced through Mackenzie's dress, gradually moving up and baring her slender legs, then her black skimpy panties, her pale stomach, and finally her black strapless bra. With a final bit of flourish, she snipped the top of the dress and the garment fluttered away from Mackenzie's body.

Mackenzie's struggles and muffled screams increased in urgency as Pauline approached her. "Look, the bitch even wore underwear today! Truly a special occasion." She reached behind Mackenzie's back and deftly unclasped the redhead's strapless bra. She ripped it off, baring Mackenzie's luscious breasts to the trio of saboteurs. "You owe me one of these anyway." she teased before flicking one of Mackenzie's pink and hardening nipples.

"Feeling familiar yet?" Cynthia said as she crouched down and pulled the edge of Mackenzie's panties away from her hip. She slowly slid the scissors into the gap, letting the cold metal brush against Mackenzie's bare skin. She snapped the edges shut and repeated the process on Mackenzie's other side. Then she pulled away the ruined garment, baring Mackenzie's bare pussy to the room and leaving her with nothing but her black heels. "And you owe me a pair of these!" Cynthia added.

"Now, just stand still for a few minutes and we'll be even!" Pauline chirped. "Pretty sweet deal, right?" Mackenzie struggled as hard as she could, but to no avail. She was stuck, stark naked, as the girls and their assistant walked out of the backstage area and left her alone.

Mackenzie's heart was pounding as she tried to plan her next move. Surely the two girls meant for something humiliating to happen to her now that she was trapped. Mackenzie eyed the large red curtain in front of her with trepidation. If they could somehow manage to open that, there would be nothing blocking Mackenzie's nude form from the view of every single prom-goer...

But what about Jess? It had been a few minutes by now, surely. That meant Jess would be coming in! A surge of hope bloomed in Mackenzie. Surely her friend could help her out of this jam!