"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".