Turning the Tables

“There she is!” Erica yelled, pointing out the panty clad redhead making her way home, from inside Elizabeth's car.

“Bitch is going to pay for humiliating us,” Elizabeth said in a low tone.

“Definitely, just follow my lead” Erica ordered as they pulled up to the stumbling redhead.

“Hey Renee!” Erica called out.

“Eek!” Renee yelped, somehow caught off guard.

“Don’t panic! It's just us, Erica and Elizabeth. You look like you could use a ride home” Erica offered quickly before Renee bolted in fear.

Renee looked at the two quickly before sighing in relief “oh thank goodness, you two are life savers. Um you wouldn’t happen to have any spare clothes with you?”

“Afraid not Renee” Elizabeth replied.

“Haa I guess that’s my luck” Renee said before carefully climbing into the car, trying her best not to expose her chest to her teammate and former teammate.

Elizabeth just smiled and said “but we do have some of these if you want one” as she offered Renee an unopened beer.

Renee was conflicted for a moment, considering the fact that she had just sobered up a little. However, from what she could remember, it had been a stressful night after she ran off from the party. Dodging car after car, and missing about half of them like Erica and Elizabeth’s car. The thought of how many people had seen her causing her to cringe and say “fuck it” in her head before cracking it open to take the edge off.

Seeing this Erica and Elizabeth just smiled and got the car moving again.

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Twenty minutes and two-ish beers later…

“Oh we’re here” Erica said with a devilish grin.

“Huh?” looking around Renee chuckled “you swewy gurls, this ez scwool.” Her drunk mind excused it as a funny mistake. When if she was sober she would’ve been suspicious two blocks back, at the least.

“Yeeeeeaaaaaah we changed our minds and decided to get you back for what you did at the party” Elizabeth said stone faced as she took the keys out of the ignition.

“Hmm?” Renee hummed in confusion right before hearing the door beside her be opened. And suddenly two petite hands reached over and firmly grabbed her arm, harshly pulling her out of the car. “Hey! Ow that hut” Renee said still not fully comprehending what was going on.

Erica just laughed and gave a faux apology “sorry Red just wanted to get this done quickly.” Before pushing the mostly naked bombshell towards the front of the school.

Soon the flagpole came into view. A sight that always brought back unpleasant memories for Renee. “So wut are we doin here?” Renee asked sheepishly.

“Like Liz said, we’re getting pay back for what you did at the party. I’m sure all the early risers are going to love the look of you in the morning” Erica said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

“Huh? Whut? You can’t be serius” Renee said recoiling back, stumbling a bit.

“Now come on Red, we’ve done this a couple times already. What use is it to struggle?” Elizabeth said matter of factly.

“Huh? Wut you mean?” Renee asked incredulously.

“Oh come on Red, you know Tracy hasn’t been working alone. In fact we’re the ones who snatched you up and drew you up this pole the first time? Giving you your new signature trim job, you’re welcome by the way” Erica bragged.

“You? You. YOU!” Renee said suddenly incensed by the revelation.

“Now now, no need to pop a gasket. Just be a good girl and let us-” Erica said before suddenly lunging at Renee with the handcuffs.

And in response Renee acted with surprising dexterity and precision.

*Click* *Click*

“Huh? What the fuck!?” Erica questioned as she suddenly found herself cuffed to the flagpole, arms to the front. “NO!” she cried out.

“Come here you little!” Elizabeth bellowed as she tried to reach out and bear hug Renee from behind, while holding the spread bar and ball gag they were planning to use on Renee.

Only to find her tank top suddenly yanked over her face, her small chest bouncing into sight. Light pink nipples instantly hardening from the cool late night air. A quick struggle ensued as the larger girl found herself in an awkward tug of war, with her at a bad angle. The top eventually pulled over her head and quickly up to her wrist, in a panic she tried to drop the spread bar to have both hands to grab ahold of the top. Only that had the opposite effect as the garment just slipped past her open hand, which confusingly then had something latched onto that hand's wrist. Then she felt something hit the back of her right leg, knocking her off balance. The top slipped off her other hand as she fell back, hitting her head on the flagpole. Making her see stars. Enough for Renee to grab her other wrist and attach the other end of the spread bar. Leaving Elizabeth restrained with her hands above her head, topless, and soon gagged.

“Oh shit” Erica said, seeing her muscle left defenseless and ****, and looking back up to see Renee casually putting on the tank top. That surprisingly fit quite snuggly, showcasing two things Renee was more well endowed with compared to the larger girl.

Wanting a full wardrobe Renee continued the undressing of the concussed Elizabeth. Unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs.

“Hey leave her alone” Erica yelled, wanting to kick at Renee, but unable to get a good angle without tripping over her friend.

“Sut up! You boath deseve dis” Renee said still pretty tipsy, as she pulled the girls jeans down far enough to expose her choice of underwear. “Hehehe oh ma god thos are adoribal” Renee said with a giggle at the sight of the girls teddy bear panties.

“Stop that” Erica yelled in vain.

Which just seemed to annoy Renee, who stood up, looked over to the bottomless bully and said “shush” before grabbing the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing and pulling it up over her head. Blinding her while exposing her handful sized breasts.

“Ah! Hey! Put that back!” Erica whined, trying her best to sound authoritative but utterly failing.

Meanwhile Renee just went back to stripping her friend to just her cutesy undies. Placing the girls shoes and socks off to the side. Peeling the denim off the girl's strong shapely legs. Before trying them on herself. To find them to be a bit loose of a fit. Only to look over to Erica and have a surprisingly bright idea considering her booze addled brain.

Still struggling Erica suddenly felt some tugging at her waist, prompting her to struggle more. However it was pointless as Renee easily pulled out the drawstring from the sweatpants Erica had borrowed from Elizabeth. Then took a good minute to use it to make a DIY belt. Now happy with her state of dress and how her tormentors had ended up, Renee began to simply walk away. Only to feel something in her (Erica’s) pocket. Reaching inside she found the girl's heavy key chain, currently laden with her car keys and what looked like cuff keys among others.

Renee looked to the girls car then the two of them restrained to the flagpole. One struggling with her shirt over her head and the other seemingly coming too after the harsh hit on the head.