Susie condemned!

Around half an hour later, the bell rang to announce the end of the Pinkwhistle school day. Hundreds of students came flooding out of the classrooms, chatting and laughing among themselves. As they emerged onto the school grounds, an interesting spectacle awaited them.

In front of Pinkwhistle High School, by the gate, there stood a gigantic flagpole in the middle of a lush green lawn. And tied to that flagpole, for everyone in the whole school to see, there was a slender girl with long dark pigtails by the name of Susie Snook.

There was nothing Susie could do. The cheerleaders had gotten her good. There she stood, duct-taped to the pole, her hands behind her back, unable to move or wriggle or bend over. Two pairs of sweaty cheerleader panties had been jammed in her mouth, and fixed there with more tape.

The only thing she wore was a towel, wrapped around her body. A rope was fixed to one corner of the towel. It ran all the way up to a pulley system at the top of the flagpole, and back down again.

"Hey, look," said Ben, the floppy-haired nerdy boy she had a gigantic crush on. "What's this rope do?"

He gave it a firm tug. Instantly the towel was torn off Susie's naked, trembling body, leaving her exposed and **** in front of everyone she knew! She squealed through the panties in her mouth and struggled against the invulnerable duct-tape bonds that held her fast, while the whole school got an eyeful of her smallish breasts, her pale pink nipples and the neat slit of her pretty pussy.

The words LESBO SPY had been scrawled across her nudity in lipstick.

"Hey," shouted Vicky, the cute punky green-haired Asian girl, pointing it out. "She must be a spy for Greenvalley!"

"But what if she's not?" asked Bonnie.

"One way to find out." Vicky stepped forward, and dipped her fingers between Susie's legs. She embraced the poor shivering nerd girl, whispering into her ear "I'm totally the spy and there's nothing you can do about it." Then she stepped back and said "Wow, she's dripping wet!"

"So what?"

"So, that means she's a lesbo. And if she's a lesbo, she must also be a spy!"

"I'm not sure that..." Bonnie started to say, and was cut off by Hank, who pointed at Susie and shouted in an incredibly loud voice "Susie Snook's got a WET PUSSY!" The whole school cheered and wolf-whistled as Susie whimpered and wriggled, completely unable to conceal from everyone the fact that she did in fact have an extremely wet pussy.

Ruby Chow, the stern math teacher, shouldered her way to the front of the crowd. "What's going on here?" she barked. "Why is this poor girl tied up with no clothes on? Who would do such an awful thing? I'm going to let her go right now."

"She's a spy for Greenvalley," said Vicky.

"Oh? Well, that's completely different. I hate Greenvalley so much!" She scowled, remembering her high school years, when she and the rest of the Pinkwhistle High debate team had gotten their outfits stolen ten minutes before the national final, and **** to go on stage in bunny-rabbit costumes. Which turned out to be full of itching powder. "Do whatever you want to her, then?"

"But how do you know she's a spy?" protested Bonnie. "Maybe Vicky's the spy! She's acting really suspicious!"

"She's got a wet pussy," pointed out Vicky. Ruby dipped a hand between Susie's legs, stroking and probing and teasing as the slender girl mewled through her gag. She withdrew it, licked her index finger and said "Good point."

"But why does..."

"Susie, you're in trouble for having a wet pussy. If your pussy wasn't so incredibly wet, I would let you go. But since it is, I'm leaving you here for the rest of the afternoon."

"But that's not fair, Miss Chow," protested Bonnie. Maybe everyone else was happy to point and laugh and tease Susie all afternoon long, but she knew she had to stand up to her best friend. "You can't tie someone up naked in public just because their pussy is wet!"

"Spoken like someone with a wet pussy," said Ruby. "Bonnie, come with me, please."

And she was dragged away, leaving Susie to her fate.