The panties snap

It was a long, frustrating dangle in midair for Susie and Bonnie, hanging by their panties in front of the curious boys with their long legs and titties on display. Bonnie's were bigger than Susie's, a fact that Trixie Washington made quite clear to both of them. Susie kicked and squirmed and tugged at the threads that held her wrists, the boys cheering her on as the exertion made her small breasts bounce. She'd almost got her hands free. Just a little more...

The threads snapped at the exact same time as her panties did.

Luckily for Susie, she had a soft landing in a very deep puddle of mud. Beside her, Bonnie squealed she came crashing down out of the sky to land in the even deeper puddle of mud right next to her. The two girls, their hands now free, looked up into the leering faces of their schoolmates. And up further, at two scraps of torn cloth fluttering from the ends of fishing lines. One was white, one yellow.

Quickly, but not quickly enough, Susie's hands flew between her legs. Trixie had already got the shot, of course. The two girls sitting in the mud, dazed, thighs parted, astonishment on their pretty faces as they moved just a little too slowly to conceal their feminine treasures. "Gotcha, nerds," she cackled, and turned the phone around to show them. "This'll look great in the yearbook!"

"Give it back," howled Bonnie, springing to her feet, ready for a fight. Trixie took another picture and stepped back, grinning. Susie grabbed Bonnie's arm. "Come on," she said urgently.

"But..."

"You can't fight her naked! We have to run!"