Susan Mitchell had been taken back to her cell the day before in the late afternoon, her body tired and sore. She had been left alone, dinner delivered to her through the tiny slot in the door. She had cried herself to sleep once again. The daily torture and abuse was doing what Krutz hoped, breaking her. She knew she had to stay strong. She could not let him win. Breakfast was delivered in the morning with another note directing her to return once again to the Industrial Arts classroom. She did as she was as instructed although she was not looking forward to another day of metal bondage.
Two metal pipes were screwed into pipe flanges in the wooden platform in the middle of the room, one pipe much taller than the other. Each had a small piece of pipe attached to the top with a tee fitting. The tee on top of the short pipe pointed towards the taller pipe and the one on the taller one was perpendicular. Susan watched as Bobby, one of her classmates, positioned the dildo onto the tee of the short metal pipe and she saw what the class had in mind.
Another classmate, a girl named Becky, motioned for Susan to come over. The pair helped her straddle the short metal tee and mount the dildo. Susan's feet dangled as the metal pressed against her crotch. She was leaned forward until her chin rested on the taller metal tee. A leather strap was wrapped around her neck to pin her head to the bar. Her hands were left free, but there was nothing she could do with them. Becky took some photos as Bobby fiddled around near Susan's crotch. The dildo inside her came to life, vibrating loudly. Becky placed two wooden blocks under Susan's feet so she could lift herself slightly off the dildo, but not enough to free herself.
Susan knew the drill. The only way she was getting off the metal pipe was to get herself off. She flexed the soles of her feet to test how far she could lift herself off the vibrator. She was able to raise herself up by an inch or so but not nearly enough to get free. She dropped back down so her crotch rested against the metal bar and rocked herself against the smooth metal. Slowly she build a rhythm, sliding herself slowly up and down with the intruder inside her, stopping occasionally to grind against the metal.
Becky and Bobby watched as Susan closed her eyes and concentrated on the device inside her. The vibrations seemed to intensify, but Susan thought perhaps it was just her senses tingling. Slowly she felt herself building to an orgasm and she pushed down against the metal bar, taking all of the dildo inside her. She panted and moaned deeply and then screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm hit. She took deep shallow breaths as her body shook in pleasure.