Tie her to the coffee table

"Typical Mackenzie." Rachel grinned at Marianne. "We're pouring our souls out, and all Mackenzie can think about is how to go to town on herself again. It figures. Parading naked, masturbating in public. Now she's ready to do it again. Complete slut." "No, it's not like that..." Mackenzie tried to stage a protest again, easily suppressed by Rachel. The brunette stood up and dug her fingers into her red hair, grabbing it firmly into her balled fist. "Ouch!" screamed Mackenzie, trying to defend herself with her hands, but, again, she was no match for the fitter Rachel. "We have to do something to get her attention."

"Marianne, can you please clear the coffee table?" "Gladly, Rach!" The blonde quickly removed the wine glasses and the other little things from the table, while Rachel **** Mackenzie to lie on it, face down. Even the usually congenial Marianne got carried away by the momentum, and after conferring with Rachel for a moment, she went to the kitchen, only to return a roll of duct tape. Within minutes, Mackenzie's arms and legs were tightly secured against the table's legs, and the redhead lied face down on the hard surface, with her large tits pressed against the thick glass, and with her ass held up in the air, with her legs **** spread. She was exposed and ****.

"Why are you doing this?" Mackenzie's voice trembled, swallowing her tears. "Because," said Rachel bluntly, "you have been a bad friend." Marianne nodded in approval and applied tape over Mackenzie's mouth, silencing her, before speaking her own part. "And because you're a hot piece of ass that keeps having mishaps around her best friend's boyfriends." It turned out that, part of the ****-fueled introspection that happened a few days before, Marianne had an epiphany, shared with Rachel, on just how Mackenzie kept having all kinds of wardrobe malfunctions just when her boyfriend was around. Surely she was trying to attract attention. Of course, during the exact same conversation both Marianne and Rachel had observed just how mishap-prone Mackenzie was at all times, regardless of circumstances, but the contradiction did not seem to register.

"In summary, we need to teach you a lesson." Rachel pulled out a phone and started snapping pictures of the bound redhead. "What are we teaching her today, Marianne?" In response, Marianne grabbed Mackenzie's hair, forcing her to look up, while she met the redhead's gaze. "That she shouldn't mess with her friends, ever." Mackenzie widened her eyes, trying to shake her head, grunted in her makeshift gag, and eventually let out a soft moan as Marianne dipped her finger into her wet pussy. "And that if she wants to be a bitch and a slut, she's gonna be our bitch and slut."