Susan Mitchell's cell door opened automatically on Wednesday morning after she had finished her breakfast. As directed by the note received with her morning meal, she returned to the Industrial Arts classroom before first period, her battered body aching. After being fucked over and over last week, her pussy and ass were red and raw. Every touch was painful but she didn't expect a respite any time soon. Now this week, Headmaster Krutz had returned to his schedule of sadistic bondage at the hands of her fellow students. Her body had been twisted and contorted by the shop students for two days and she knew even more was planned for today. She couldn't imagine what new ways of binding her they could think of.
Four of the students from the first day were waiting for her and they motioned her over to the long wooden table where they were currently sitting. There were a number of pieces of metal sitting on the table in front of them. They asked her to climb on top of the table and lie down. Susan stepped onto a chair and placed herself on the table, crossing her legs at the ankle and crossing her arms across her breasts. She knew it was useless to protect her modesty after everything she had been through, but she thought she should at least try.
One of the boys grabbed her left wrist and pulled it towards him. He had a loop of thick black metal in his hand and he placed it around her wrist. He used a pair of vise-grips to squeeze the two ends of the metal loop against each other while another boy placed two bolts through holes in the loop and tightened a pair of hex nuts to each bolt. When he was done, the ring was affixed tightly around Susan's wrists.
The other two boys repeated the same procedure on the woman's right wrist, while the first two boys went to work on Susan's left ankle, locking a similar loop of metal tightly around her leg. Then the same operation was performed on her right ankle. Then the boys picked up another set of metal bands and screwed those tightly around Susan's forearms, just below her elbows.
Susan was told to sit up and she obliged. A much larger metal ring was fitted behind her head, the boys' lifting her long hair out of the way as they spun it around her neck so the opening was in the back. The vice grips pulled the band tight around her neck and a pair of bolts locked it into place. Susan gulped as she felt the band tighten around her neck. It wasn't choking her, but it felt like it was.
Susan began to cry. She had spent the first part of the year with metal bands such as these welded to her wrists, ankles and neck. Having them back in place made her feel even more like the poor slave girl she knew she was. The four students were looking at each other, looks of concern on their faces. They walked away to talk to each other, leaving Susan to try to compose herself. They returned a few minutes later.