"Wow, you really are a mess, aren't you?" These were the first words Kylie said to her former friend and fellow cheerleader, Susan Mitchell, when she arrived at Susan's tiny cell on Monday morning. That fact had not been lost upon Susan as "mess" would certainly be an appropriate word to describe her and her situation. It had been over five months since Susan had become the personal play toy of West Valley Academy's headmaster Stephen Krutz. The tortures the young woman had been subjected to were inhumane and unspeakable.
By any reasonable account, Susan should have died long ago. Sometimes she thought that would be preferable. But somehow, Krutz knew how to take the abuse right to the edge without causing permanent physical damage. Emotionally, though, Susan was near her end. She had fought hard all year to keep herself sane and avoid falling completely under Krutz' control. That was what he needed, she knew. But it was getting harder and harder to retain any part of herself
Susan's thoughts were disturbed by her friend's voice. "I think we need to get you cleaned up," Kylie continued. Susan didn't understand as she had already made use of the shower in her cell. The body wash provided was nothing special, but she didn't feel dirty or in need of being "cleaned up".
But she didn't have much time to think about this as Kylie pulled out a leather collar and placed it around Susan's neck and then attached a short leash to that. "Come along, my pet," she said, and pulled on the leash. It could have been worse, Susan thought. At least she wasn't crawling on her hands and knees.
The seniors heading to their morning classes at West Valley watched as Kylie, dressed in a tight black skirt, black shirt and heels led the naked former head cheerleader through the hallways towards the girls' locker room. At any other school or any other year, this would be unusual. But this year at West Valley, seeing Susan Mitchell bound and naked was an everyday occurrence.
Susan was led into the locker room and into shower area where several of her classmates, all dressed in bikinis, were waiting for her. Susan was at least happy it was the girls' locker room and not the boys'. Her pussy and ass were still aching from having sex with over 70 guys two weeks ago and being tortured by vibrators last week. Susan hoped her female classmates would be kinder. She was taken into the tiled open area just outside the showers. There were hoses lying on the tile and Susan now knew what Kylie meant about "cleaning her up".
Kylie kicked off her heels and peeled off her shirt and skirt, revealing the tiny bikini she wore underneath. One of the girls grabbed Susan's wrists and lifted them over her head. A chain was dangling from a makeshift shower head that had been constructed from some metal pipe and connected to one of the main showers and a second girl locked Susan's wrists to that chain.
The woman looked around at the four girls who looked back at her in anticipation. Kylie walked over to a knob and twisted it. The shower was turned on, and warm water began pouring down directly on Susan's head. The woman was surprised the water was warm, as she was expecting a very cold shower. The water ran down her upraised arms. She lowered her head and let it fall down her back, actually enjoying the warm water on her aching muscles. She twisted her neck around trying to work out the kinks from a week of being contorted in metal bondage. Susan knew the enjoyable feeling would not last so she tried to enjoy it for as long as she could.
The three girls picked up the hoses from the floor and began spraying water on Susan's naked body. This water was colder than the water flowing from the shower head, but was still not unpleasant. One girl chose to target Susan's bare breasts, pummeling her nipples with a steady stream of water. Susan spun in a half-circle to try to get away, but the girl moved with her. Besides, the other girl had taken aim at Susan's bare ass, so moving around didn't exactly help her predicament. The third girl aimed her hose directly at Susan's face, forcing her to lift her head up, which meant the water from the shower head now also ran down her face and shoulders and down her bare breasts. Susan let out a small scream as the water continued to pummel her from all directions.