Eventually.

Isabel couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun tormenting another girl. She was more than angry with her current victims for trying to get back at her, but was pleasantly surprised to see that Heather was more than willing to sell-out her co-conspirators. The girl showed good promise to be Isabel's new lackey. It was just a matter of molding her into the perfect little devil. Watching Trish continue to squirm in discomfort while at the same time try to cover her nudity was giving Isabel an amazing power-trip. That foul-mouthed girl had this coming for a long time.

The sound of a faint *beep* interrupted Isabel's fun, and she was disappointed to see that she was almost out of battery for her recorder. She sighed wistfully. All good things must come to an end, but at least she got more than enough **** material to discourage the girls from any future plotting.

"Looks like it's your lucky day Trish! Time's up and we need to get back to class." Isabel remarked as she ended the recording before returning the device to her bag. "Feel free to stay up there for as long as you want though."

Picking up on the unspoken command, Heather extracted her fingers from Trish's bum and climbed back down the ladder. The momentary sense of relief Trish felt was abruptly swept away in the next moment as Heather proceeded to take the ladder away. Now Trish was stuck hanging naked in the air once again.

"W-wait! You have to help me down!"

"Actually, I don't have to do anything." Isabel responded with a mocking tone. "Try to remember this humiliation the next time you think about going against me."

Trish could only groan in despair as she was left to her fate. If she tried dropping down from this height, she might twist her ankle. This would of course mean that she wouldn't be able to flee from any onlookers. So she either had to take the risk, or just 'hang in there' until someone stumbled upon her who could help. Hopefully it would be someone who would be kind enough to never speak of this again.