Chapter 4: Chaos in the Classroom
When Sally had taken her seat, she was pretty sure she knew what was coming. Her main goal was to limit her exposure as much as possible. She had planned her exit strategy: Grab her books, slip out of her desk and make a beeline for the door, and do it as quickly and quietly as humanly possible. Heck, she tried to convince herself, with my athleticism I can be out of here in about three seconds. Maybe they'll hardly notice.
But when time started, Sally could tell right away that something was terribly wrong. Well, aside from the fact that she was completely naked amid three dozen or so of her fellow classmates. When she tried to reach for her books, she was unable to move either of her arms. She quickly discovered that her left arm was completely stretched out, a condition attributable to a piece of rope that was tied to her wrist. The other end of the rope was securely tied to a pole that was conveniently located next to the window through which Sally's clothes had disappeared.
But even more to her disconcertion, her right arm was also immobilized, and the desk to her right had been pushed flush against her own desk. Sally then made the horrifying discovery that her right wrist was handcuffed to the left wrist of the student occupying that desk. The chain of the handcuffs was draped around the backs of their desks, rendering their respective arms immobile.
For the reader's edification, while time was stopped Tommy was an industrious young man. Using the rope and scissors, after careful measurements he had cut five lengths of the rope so they would have just the right amount of slack for his purposes. There were five rows of desks, with Sally in the row by the windows on the far left. Tommy started with a student in the row on the far right, in the second desk from the back, equivalent to his sister’s. He took one of the lengths of rope and tied it to his left wrist, then tied the other end to the right wrist of the female student to his immediate left. Both of their arms were completely outstretched. He then tied her left wrist to the right wrist of the student next to her. He continued the process until reaching the student on Sally's right. After tying that student’s right wrist to the left wrist of the student to her right—using a length of rope about a foot longer than the others—he pushed her desk to the left until it was flush with Sally's before handcuffing their respective hands together behind their desks.
Tommy knew this girl a little bit—her name was Molly—and he just had an inkling that having her up close and personal with Sally would add a little spice to the whole experience—a perception that would prove to be even more spot on than he ever could have imagined.
He then tied Sally's left wrist to the fortuitously planted pole, which meant that of the five students that Tommy had selected, only the guy on the far right had a free hand. And only one of the five was naked, and it was not the one with the free hand.
For his finale, he placed the key to the handcuffs squarely on the middle of Sally's desk. Then he was done, knowing that all he had left to do was to start time, sit back and watch the scene unfold and watch the chaos begin.
* * * * *
While Sally struggled frantically and unsuccessfully against her bonds, her new neighbor, while initially taken aback by her restricted motion, saw something to completely turn her attention away from her own predicament. A grin broke out on her face. "You're naked!" Molly keenly observed, while looking Sally up and down.
"I know! Oh, shit!" cried Sally as she looked at both of her wrists in a desperate hope that she could find a way to free herself. She bent over and clenched her knees together while recklessly trying to pull her arms free. Her athletic three-second exit plan had gone out the window with her clothes.
"Why are you naked? asked Molly.
"It's not my choice, you stupid cow!"
It was a statement that did not aid in gaining any sympathy from her new seat mate, but it did contribute to her increasing enjoyment of Sally's dire situation.
Then Sally spotted the key on her desk. "The key! For the handcuffs! Get us loose!" Sally directed.
"I can't," said Molly, with a certain amount of pleasure. "Take a look," she said, while motioning with her head to her right.
Sally followed her gaze, and when she discovered what her brother had done, she nearly went ballistic. "What the...? Oh my God! This can't be happening!"
With all the attention on the bizarre sight of five students tethered together, up until that point only Tommy, Molly and Sally were aware that one of those five students was sitting naked at her desk. That was about to change.
"Look! She's naked!" shouted a male student as he stood up from the middle of the classroom and pointed at Sally. Suddenly over thirty sets of eyes were focused on the mortified, crimson-faced girl near the back corner of the classroom. This was followed by a loud uproar as several of the students stood to attain a better view of the naked girl.
Sally was near hysteria. She looked anxiously to her right and attained a modicum of relief to see that the guy in the fifth row had untied his wrist, and that the girl on his left was working on untying hers. Eventually, she figured, Molly's right hand would be freed, enabling her to reach the key to the handcuffs. But it wasn't moving nearly quickly enough, from Sally's perspective. And the girl on her right wasn't helping matters.
"You have really nice tits," she said. Sally didn't know how to respond. And she didn't appreciate that this girl was looking at and admiring her breasts. "Everybody can see them," she continued to tease. "They're just hanging out there, and you're unable to cover them up." Again, Sally had no response to the obvious but biting remarks. "You must be really embarrassed," she continued. Sally was fit to be tied (yes, pun intended) as Molly continued her relentless mocking. "I'm sure glad I have all
my clothes on."
"Help me! Please, can somebody help me?" screamed Sally frantically.
She looked to her right. The girl in the fourth row had freed her wrist, and the guy in the middle row was working diligently on Tommy's tight knot. He seemed to be having trouble with it.
"I mean," continued Molly, "I can't even imagine. This must be like your worst nightmare. But it's really happening."
"Shut the fuck UP, would you? Please, somebody help!"
Most everyone was either too mesmerized to move or were enjoying the scene way too much to intervene. Most fell into the latter category. But there was one Good Samaritan in the bunch. A girl wearing horn-rimmed glasses had slipped from her desk and was walking briskly toward Sally. Tommy raised his hand to catch her eye. When she looked up at him, he waved his index finger back and forth and shook his head. The girl ignored this directive and reached for the knot on Sally's left wrist.
"Oh, God, thank you!" said a relieved and appreciative Sally.
But before she could continue, time suddenly stopped.
Tommy sighed. "Eventually these people will get the picture and start listening to me," he said out loud as he approached the girl. Tommy unsnapped her jeans and slid them down to her ankles, exposing her ice blue cotton panties and her pale, skinny legs. Figuring that should do the trick, he sat down and restarted time.
The Good Samaritan was just about to go to work on the knot when she felt a coolness on her legs. She looked down to see her pants bundled at her ankles.
"What the....!?" said the startled girl in the horn-rimmed glasses as she reached down and swiftly pulled up her pants. Red-faced, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed. All eyes were staring in her direction, but she couldn't determine if they were focused on her or the naked Sally. For her own peace of mind, she decided that it must be the latter.
Brushing off her embarrassment, she again approached Sally. She did catch Tommy's eye, and again saw him shaking his head. Again she ignored him. She seemed hell-bent on helping her poor fellow coed.
Tommy was starting to get annoyed. It was time to step up the humiliation. "Unbelievable!" he said out loud as he jumped from his seat and paused time once again.
He was starting to get into the habit of talking to himself out loud when time was stopped, probably for the purpose of breaking the unnatural silence.
"Well, if she really likes my sister so much," he said, "maybe I'll let her get up close and personal with her."
The Good Samaritan was about to find herself in a Bad Situation. Tommy again lowered her jeans to her ankles, but this time he stripped them all the way off, along with her sandals. He decided to leave her panties on—after all, Sally was to be the star of the show—but for good measure he pulled off her long-sleeved sweater. He was surprised to discover that she was not wearing a bra, though her breasts were small enough that Tommy figured she probably didn't really need one.
He was pretty sure that she would not be particularly thrilled to put them on display for her already raucous fellow students.
He dropped the discarded clothes on the floor by the window and lifted Good Samaritan up. She probably didn't weigh a hundred pounds. He set her on Sally's lap, so they were facing each other. There wasn't a lot of room between Sally and her desk, but there was just enough to wedge her in. It was a snug fit.
"Perfect," said Tommy. "It'll take a little effort for her to get out."
Before walking away, he wrapped Good Samaritan's arms around Sally's back, giving the appearance that she was giving her a lover's hug. He positioned her face so that she and Sally were mouth-to-mouth. Their breasts snuggled together. Tommy thought it was quite an erotic sight.
He sat back in his chair, smiled, and started time. He was very much looking forward to watching the scene unfold.
* * * * *
Sally's sense of pending relief had suddenly taken a drastic turn. It took a few seconds for the altered setting to sink in for her. Her Good Samaritan was no longer attempting to untie her wrist. In fact, she was sitting on her lap. Wearing only her panties. Their naked breasts were touching. Was she kissing her?! She pulled her mouth away in disgust.
"GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF ME!" she screamed. Her shrieks could barely be heard over the eruption from her shocked, but thoroughly entertained fellow students.
Meanwhile, it took even longer for Good Samaritan to comprehend her most awkward situation. Her first sensation was a draft on her backside, which was in complete contrast to the warmth she felt on the front of her torso. She could feel her lips in close contact with something, and could feel and smell the breath of another human being. A split second later she heard the screaming in her ear. She looked down and to her horror, discovered her state of undress, along with her extremely close proximity to someone even more naked than she.
"AAAGGH!" was as profound an utterance as she was capable of as she feverishly tried to extricate her arms from behind Sally's back. Sally was hindering this maneuver, as she was leaning back as far as she could to separate herself from her involuntarily intimate partner. It was now her turn to yell in Sally's ear. "Lean forward!" Sally accommodated as best she could and Good Samaritan managed to free her arms.
"Get off me, goddammit!" screamed Sally, but Good Samaritan's frenzied attempts to extricate herself went for naught, much to the amusement of her classmates.
"Oh, God! I'm trying! Oh! Lean back!" she implored. "I can't squeeze out of here! Ohhhh!"
"I am!" Sally answered. "
You lean back!"
"I can't! This desk...ohhhh!" She tried to lean forward from the desk to free up some space, but there was interference on her other side, too. "And your big...oh!...your tits are in the way!"
To the delight of the witnesses, the two girls continued to wriggle and writhe against each other in a furious effort to separate each other from the humiliating entanglement.
"I don't know what the hell is going on here, but this just gets more entertaining by the second," remarked Molly, who had an approximal view of the proceedings, one that she was enjoying to the fullest degree.
At long last, Good Samaritan finagled a way to get her right foot on the ground, giving her enough leverage to squeeze her way out of Sally's lap. In the process, their nipples brushed each other’s lightly, and the two girls made eye contact, much to their mutual embarrassment.
"That was such a sweet moment for you two," observed the increasingly sarcastic Molly.
Much to Good Samaritan's relief, she spotted her clothes in a pile on the floor, and made a sprint toward them. Sally, whose own situation was not nearly resolved, saw that the key to the handcuffs had remained undisturbed on her desk. She called after her. "The key! Please, come get the key!" she cried out desperately.
But Good Samaritan, who wasn't about to hang around for a third try, was about to leave the party. As she hurriedly pulled on the last of her clothing, she took one look back at Sally and shook her head, realizing that her best bet would be to get as far away from her as possible. She grabbed her backpack and sped toward the door.
She had one last obstacle to negotiate. For some reason the teacher's desk was blocking the door. She climbed onto the desk and from her hands and knees she worked the doorknob, slid off the desk and scampered out the door.
It would be a full two weeks before she would find the nerve to return to school.
The enthralled and incredulous audience now turned their attention back toward the far corner of the room, where the tormented Sally still had a predicament on her hands (to go with the manacle on one of her wrists). She looked to her right, and to her relief the guy in the middle row was in the process of untying Molly's right wrist. When Sally saw it was freed, she saw a light at the end of the tunnel.
"Oh, thank God!" she said. "Quick! The key! Unlock the cuffs!"
But Molly seemed to be in no rush to do Sally's bidding. Instead, she used her free hand to reach into her desk for her cell phone, and after a couple of clicks she turned toward the anguished Sally. "I simply
must get some pictures of this," she said as she held her phone out as far as she could and pointed it at Sally's face and chest. As she clicked several photos, Sally closed her eyes and turned her face away as best she could.
"NO! Please, stop! Stop it, you bitch! Get me out of here!"
Molly pulled the phone back and calmly inspected her most recent photographs. "Oh, these are nice," she said with a smile. "Very nice. Care to see for yourself?" She held up the phone for Sally's appraisal, but there didn't seem to be much interest.
"No! Please, I'm begging you, get the key!"
Molly proceeded to roll through the pictures one more time for her own entertainment. "Just lovely," she said. She turned to Sally. "Did I mention that you have really nice tits?"
Sally was beyond exasperation. "Just get this fucking key, would you?! PLEASE!"
"Oh, you mean
this key?" she asked as she reached over and picked it up from Sally's desk.
"Yes! Please, now unlock the cuffs!"
"Hmm," said Molly as she held up the key and stared at it with a confused look on her face. "I'm not sure I'd know how to do that. After all, I'm just a stupid cow, remember?"
"Oh please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that! Just get me loose!" she pleaded.
"So who's the stupid cow now?" asked Molly. Sally knew what she had to do, and she was willing to do whatever it took to escape from the room as quickly as possible. "I am," said Sally.
"Say it."
"I'm a stupid cow."
"Good girl. Actually, you're a stupid
naked cow, aren't you?"
"Yes. Please...!"
"Say it."
"I'm a stupid naked cow! God, please!" screamed Sally as she eyed the key in Molly's fingers.
"That's not quite right. Your forgot to accentuate the word 'naked'."
"Oh, Jesus! I'm a stupid
naked cow. Alright?"
Molly was enjoying her control over the anxious girl immensely and wasn't quite ready to relinquish her dominance. "I believe you also called me a bitch."
"Oh, shit. I'm SORRY! Please, just do it! I'm begging you!"
"Okay, if you get on your hands and knees and beg, I'll unlock the handcuffs."
Sally would absolutely have been willing to do just that, but of course they both knew that was impossible.
"I ca...please, you know I can't! Oh God, please just....please!"
"Did I mention that you have really nice tits?" Sally, on the verge of tears, had no response. "Can you say it?"
"Oh jeez...I have really nice tits!"
"And you're naked."
"Yes! Please!"
"Say it."
"I'm naked!" Sally yelled in exasperation.
"You forgot the really nice tits part."
"Oh, for Christ's sa...I'm naked and I have really nice tits!"
"Yes, you do! said Molly as she reached over with her free hand and tweaked one of Sally's nipples with her thumb and forefinger, causing Sally to jerk her body as much as her binds would allow. "Okay, let's see what we can do here," said Molly as she inserted the key into the keyhole.
Sally watched wide-eyed and expectantly as Molly turned the key, finally liberating Sally's right arm. She wasted no time sliding out of her chair.
"Hey where are you going?" asked Molly. "Is it something I said?"
Ignoring her antagonist, Sally started to work on the knot on her wrist, but had enough wherewithal to realize that it would be quicker to use both hands on the knot attaching her to the pole. With her naked backside to her captivated audience, she feverishly worked on the knot. It was not coming undone easily.
"Oh God, please! Oh God, please! Oh God, please!" she said to herself over and over as she worked the knot while anxiously dancing back and forth on each foot. Her jiggling buttocks only added to the amusement of her highly entertained fellow students.
Finally, the knot was undone and Sally, eschewing her books, ran up the aisle, both hands over her sex. She looked like a running back (albeit a naked one with bouncing breasts) when she made the turn toward the door.
She was slowed by the defense, though; namely, the teacher's desk. She would have to climb up there, as did Good Samaritan before her. Only this time around it proved to be much more entertaining for her fellow students. On all fours, as she reached down for the doorknob, she gave them an unguarded display of her secret charms. Then the doorknob turned, and Sally slithered off the desk and disappeared.
She could be heard blubbering freely as the splattering of her bare feet echoed down the hallway.
As she gathered her clothes in the bushes and began to get dressed, she heard an uproar emanating from above. She looked up to see Tommy, Molly and the rest of her class peering down at her from the second story window, cheering wildly in appreciation.
As the excited students retook their seats, Tommy focused on Molly, who seemed to really enjoy her role in Sally's humiliation. He made a mental note to potentially include her in some of his future plans. He thought she might make a great accomplice, and a pretty one at that. And who knows? They have a lot in common. Maybe it could lead to even more?
In the aftermath, Tommy sat back at his desk, hands clasped behind his head, basking in his latest triumph.
“One down, many more to go,” he said out loud, affording himself a wide smile of fulfillment.