Katie does not get free. She is still tied to the tree Monday morning when school starts
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Dazed and Confused | Apparel and Items: Naked, hands bound behind tree trunk, ankles bound, vibrators taped to pussy, ass, and tits |
| Day, Time | Monday, Morning | |
| Need to Use Bathroom | Peed on herself while tied up | |
| Level of Humiliation | Very Humiliated | |
Katie was suddenly aware of the sounds of many voices. She had been dreading this moment. Unable to get free after Ryan and Madison re-tied her hands, she had been keenly aware of the passage of time; she seemed to be counting every second. She had tried not to get worried when Saturday ended and Sunday dawned.
When night fell Sunday, and she was still gagged and still tied to the tree, the four vibrators still tormenting her with their rhythms, Katie had begun to panic. Her attempts to get free had grown more frantic. Sunday night had come and dawn had come.
Monday. The start of a new school week.
And finally, the moment when students came to school.
Here it was.
Katie opened her eyes and saw hundreds of students, all gathered around the tree she was tied to, all watching her intently.
She moaned and struggled with her bonds, but no one seemed eager to help her.
As she struggled and tried to plead with her fellow students to release her, Katie realized they were talking. She couldn't hear most of what the kids were saying, because they were all talking at once, but she heard snatches of conversation.
"-- Do you think it's some kind of stunt --"
"-- Do you think someone attacked her --"
"-- It's Katie. Stuff like this happens to her all the time --"
"-- Look at the little slut. I bet she enjoys being tied up like that. I bet she loves it --"
"-- she has nice tits --"
"-- Never mind her tits. Check out her pussy --"
Then Katie tuned out the voices. The bell for first period rang, and, slowly, the mass of students started drifting into the school.
"Move along, students, you're all going to be late for class," a male voice said. This voice was deeper, more used to authority. A teacher. "You need to -- what the heck?"
Then someone finally untied her, removing the rope from around her wrists. It was so tight that it took a long time. In fact, the bell for third period had rung by the time she was free, but, finally, the rope was gone from her wrists. Katie removed her gag as the still unseen teacher untied her ankles. While the teacher was doing this, Katie turned off the vibrators, then removed them.
Finally, Katie was able to turn and see who had freed her. It was Officer Morrison, the school security guard.
"Thanks," Katie started to say.
Officer Morrison wasn't listening. He grabbed Katie by the wrist and led her into the school. He took her into the principal's office.
"I don't know what kind of stunt you're pulling," the principal began.
"It's not a stunt," Katie said. "Some students from --"
"Don't bother trying to explain yourself. You're just lucky I don't suspend you for this. You will attend the rest of your classes today. And, because you seem to want to cover yourself with paint, I'm not going to let you wash that stuff off. You can do that at home tonight."
"But I --" Katie said.
"I told you, don't bother trying to explain yourself. You'll probably be punished for this later on." Someone knocked on the principal's door. He answered it, then came back with Katie's backpack. "Here," he said, handing it to her. "We called your mom and had her bring your books. Now get out of here. Go to class."
"Can I have some clothes?" Katie said.
"No. Go to class as you are."
Knowing there was no point in trying to explain herself further, Katie grabbed her backpack and went down the hall to her third-period classroom.
The teacher was talking when Katie entered the classroom, but he stopped talking as she walked to her desk. Every pair of eyes in the room watched as Katie, head down so she wouldn't have to make eye contact, trying vainly to cover her naked, paint-spattered body with her book bag, settled herself into her seat.
When Katie was settled, the teacher said, "Now that you've got it out of your system, I hope you're ready to learn something. And do you have your homework done?"
"No, I don't have my homework," Katie said. "I couldn't get it done because I was tied up all weekend."
"I see," the teacher said, clearly not believing Katie, or maybe not caring. "Maybe you'll think about that the next time you pull a stunt like this."
Pretty much the same thing happened in every class.
Finally, the school day ended. Katie headed out to the front, ready to catch her bus. That was when the security guard said, "Katie, we can't let you ride on the bus in that condition?"
"What?"
"It might be a hazard."
"Then how do I get home."
Officer Morrison shrugged. "Call your mom. See if she can give you a ride. See if one of your friends will give you a ride. Or walk. But you're not getting on that bus."
Katie calls her mom for a ride
