Susan Mitchell had spent the weekend as she spent most weekends, alone in her concrete cell that used to be a janitor's storage room. Three meals a day were delivered through a hole in the solid metal door. Ordinarily being alone like this with no human contact and nothing to do would be maddening, but for Susan, it was a respite from the kind of human contact she was subjected to during the school week. The recent "theme weeks" had become especially gruesome as the torture aspect had been ramped up. One abuse now just led into another for her with no hope of release. She knew the headmaster was growing impatient and wanted to see more submission from his star student. Susan was fine faking it with the old man but she had not made much progress on her escape plan and she knew her days were running short.
The young coed had just finished taking a long hot shower when the metal door opened and one of her former fellow cheerleaders, Kylie, walked through, carrying Susan's breakfast, a piece of toast and some juice. Hardly nourishing for whatever Kylie and the headmaster had planned for this week, but Susan had never been much of a breakfast eater anyway.
"Morning, sunshine," Kylie said. "You will want to eat quickly as we have a busy day ahead of us."
Susan grabbed the tray from Kylie's hand and took a bite of the toast. "So what do you and your puppet master have in mind for me today?" Susan still could not believe her friend had so easily turned into her tormentor.
Kylie laughed heartily. "Puppet master, huh?" she said. "Funny you should say that because the headmaster let me check out some sites on the internet over the weekend and we came up with a really good theme for this week. How do you feel about suspension bondage week?"
"So Krutz has you doing all of his dirty work now, too," Susan replied. "How does it feel to be the teacher's pet?" Kylie took a step closer to Susan but Susan did not back down.
"Let's see," Kylie responded. "Only one of us has been walked around the school naked on a collar and leash, so I guess we know who the real pet is."
Susan snorted. "You took a tiny little bit of abuse from Krutz and then you rolled over and became his obedient little servant. You are weak and spineless. And I've had enough crap from you. I have my reasons for doing what Stephen Krutz tells me to do. I have no reason to obey you."
Susan Mitchell had been slapped a few times in her life, the last time from an abusive ex-boyfriend. But the young woman had not expected her meek friend Kylie to deliver the hard slap to the side of her head. Susan was knocked to the side by the force of the blow and she raised her hand to against the side of her head, feeling her cheek burning red. She turned back towards Kylie with a look of fire in her eyes. Her friend had her hand raised in the air again, ready to strike once more.
Kylie screamed, "I didn't take a 'little bit of abuse'. I almost died because of you. I don't know what type of shit you did to put yourself into this situation but I didn't do anything except be your friend. Maybe you didn't ask for this. Maybe you don't deserve this either but I know I sure as hell didn't. So, yeah, I made a deal with Krutz. And you will do what I tell you to do. I won't let him hurt me again even if means hurting you."
Kylie's voice broke as her eyes filled with tears and that took all of the air out of Susan's anger. She rubbed her cheek where the girl had slapped her. She had to admit Kylie was right. Susan didn't deserve this abuse but she had her mother to blame for that. And maybe herself too for not just giving in to Krutz. But Kylie had been pulled into Krutz' web of depravity just because they were friends of Susan.