A puppy

Ashley was first. "A puppy!" She nearly jumped off the sofa, causing Stephanie to roll her eyes. "OK... you can have it..." She said, trailing her voice disappointingly. But Steph never made good on her tone and soon enough she was just as engaged as the others.

"Right. Shouldn't she be on all fours?" Gretchen was the one to bring some focus into the conversation again. "Yeah." Rachel grabbed Mackenzie by the hair, and **** to stand up. "Ouch!" came the complaint, but Rachel's hand was steady and she pulled the naked girl away from the chair, forcing her first to kneel, then to get down on all fours.

Mackenzie felt the coarse texture of the high pile carpet in her palms and knees, looking down in embarrassment. "Head up, bitch!" Rachel's tug at her hair **** her to straighten her back and look forward, with her heavy tits bouncing as the redhead arched her back. It was just the beginning of Mackenzie's humiliation "Bark, doggy!" Kayla's spank bit her sharply.

"Uh.. woof?" Mackenzie was almost tearing up, but did as told, caught in the game. "Can I have my key now, please?" She spoke softly, but Kayla's spank cut her words short. "Shut up, bitch." Mackenzie grunted as she felt her mouth **** open and Gretchen stuffed something made of cotton into her mouth. One of Rachel's scarves was tied over her mouth, gagging her. Mackenzie began struggling, but the girls grabbed her arms, pinning her against the floor, and Ashley straddled her.

Stephanie grinned. "If you want to do this right... you need tie her up properly." "What do you mean, Steph?" The brunette goth grinned. "I won't tell you how I know, but ..." "Oh god, this is another one of your kinky movies..." giggled Kayla. "Yeah, well, do you have something to tie her up with? Rope, or tape...." Turns out that Rachel had some duct tape stashed in the cupboard.

It took some work and time, and Mackenzie's wouldn't cooperate. But the girls were five against one, and they worked meticulously, one limb at the time, securing them tightly with tape. Stephanie guided them as Mackenzie's calves were forcedly pressed to her thighs, with her ankles pressed against her round ass, and firmly secured with meticulously applied tape. They did the same to her arms: forcibly bent and tightly wrapped in tape, her wrists sitting snugly against her shoulders. When they were done, Mackenzie was lying on the floor, protesting angry and helpless.

"Good work, ladies." Stephanie complimented them. "Now what do we do with this little bitch?"