Yes...eventually

Your whole body tenses as you hear footsteps and the door begins to swing open.

"Hi, Sam, how are you? We've been making bets on if you'd still be here...looks like I won."

While her losing minions exchanged money with the gleeful winners, Rebecca walks slowly around your body, trailing her fingernails over your frozen skin. You let out a gasp of pain as she pokes your burning shoulders, your arms shaking with the effort of keeping them up. The cheerleader runs a hand over your stomach, pressing down lightly on it and laughing as she elicits a whimper from your lips. She glances down at your twitching feet and smirks.

"You've been so good Sam, how about I give you a little reward?" Rebecca whispers in your ear.

Before you can respond, she squeezes hard on your right breast and runs her fingers back and forth between your legs. Despite your predicament, you can't help but moan.

"Looks like the little slut is enjoying it!" Penelope laughs, giving your butt a playful slap. You bite down on your lip as Rebecca plunges her fingers inside you.

"Oh, yes!" you moan, closing your eyes blissfully as you feel an orgasm charging towards you. Your chest is heaving, perspiration clinging to your skin...just a few more seconds...and-

Rebecca pulls away from you as a bright camera flash goes off. You open your eyes confused, your face soon burning with humiliation as you realised what has happened. Candy has snapped a picture of your naked, horny body on the brink of an orgasm...an orgasm you have been denied. You throw your arms across your body, your shoulders screaming in relief as they are finally allowed to relax.

"Sorry, Sam!" Rebecca teases you, gleefully drinking in the sight of the naked, horny, embarrassed girl in front of her. "But we can't stay here all day!"

Your legs go weak with joy as Penelope tosses you some clothes, that are hastily pulled onto your frozen body in seconds. It's only when you are dressed that you realise how small the garments are. The white shirt (already starting to turn translucent because of your damp skin) is far too small, revealing a substantial strip of stomach, while the top three buttons have been removed, giving you a very revealing cleavage. And the skirt...it's not even mid-thigh length! It only just covers your butt! You still feel incredibly exposed, but even the smallest clothes were better than going naked.

"What do you say?" Rebecca asked.

"T-thank you!" you stammer, teeth still chattering and body still shivering uncontrollably. Your hair was still damp, hanging loosely around your shoulders. You squeeze your thighs together and rub the back of your calf with the opposite bare foot, your swollen bladder was making your tiny shirt ride up even higher.

Rebecca grabs hold of your arm and leads you out into the airy corridor.

"No!" you protest, flailing and failing to escape her vice like grip. "Please, I need the toi-"

"I don't care what you need, Sam," Rebecca says, deliberately treading on your toes and fully aware that you are about to burst.

"Where are we going?" you ask fearfully as Rebecca drags you down the empty corridor...but how much longer would it be empty for?