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"Hey dudes," Ariel says as she breezes into the nurse's office. She's wearing her white t-shirt again and is carrying a bundle of clothing. She meticulously lays Rachel's jeans, sweater, plain white panties, and sensible black bra on the couch. Rachel, for her part, is frozen with her legs open and your hand still on her pussy. "Don't mind me. Just thought you might like these back."

Her words snap you into reality, and you pull you hand away from Rachel's vagina. Rachel sits up and politely says, "Thank you."

"No prob," Ariel says. As she walks back into the office, she calls out, "Okay guys, package delivered!"

Rachel giggles and starts getting dressed. You step into the office, partly to give Rachel some privacy while she dresses (because weirdly that feels appropriate) and partly to see what happened to Rebecca. You are not prepared for what you see.

Rebecca is lying on the ground, completely naked. She's on her side, her C-cup breasts lying one on top of the other. Her soft ass and dark pussy fuzz are on display, and she can't move. Medical tape holds her ankles together, and her arms are bound behind her back. The tape wraps around her head, sealing her mouth shut and sticking unpleasantly to her hair. Her full name is written in thick, dark sharpie ink on her stomach and back, and each butt cheek is branded: _SL _on one and _UT _on the other.

Madison and Jillian are laughing hysterically at their classmate's plight, taking pictures of her from all angles. Candy is holding the roll of medical tape, and Shonda still has the sharpie. The fullness of Ariel's plan becomes clear - they're going to push Rebecca into the hall in this dejected and humiliating state, and for sure the whole school will be waiting to see the show.

When this night began, you would have given your left testicle to see Rebecca tied up like this. But with what you two have been through together--and with the bond it's formed between you--you feel distress at the idea of her being humiliated so totally and publicly. But what can I possibly do to help? Everyone seems intent on putting her in her place. You think about the grief Rebecca's given her team mates over the years, and you can sympathize; you've experienced her teasing yourself, though never seeing it as malicious. But isn't this a bit much?

"Uh, hi guys," you say, drawing everyone's attention to yourself. "I don't suppose you want to give me my clothes back now, do you?"