Susan Mitchell knew she was nothing more than a play thing to the headmaster of West Valley Academy, but today she felt Stephen Krutz had taken that especially to heart. He had sent her to one of the school's recreational rooms, which were usually used for club meetings. She had been met by the ten members of the school's pub sports club. She had been told to stand against one wall of the room. Two boys used rope to bind her ankles and spread her legs wide, tying them to heavy cinder blocks that had been brought in for the purpose. They pulled her arms wide apart above her head and pulled rope up to the ceiling and tied it to hooks that had been screwed into the wall.
The spreadeagled naked cheerleader squirmed as one the boys approached her with a black felt-tip pen in his hands. Around each of the girl's large breasts, the boy drew a dark circle. Then he used the pen to draw smaller concentric circles inside that one, ending with a black circle around her nipples. This was the bulls-eye. Then the boy wrote a number inside each circle to assign it a point value.
One of the boys came over with a measuring tape and measured the distance from the floor to a Susan's nipples. Other boys slid the two cinder further away, spreading the girl's legs wider and stretching her arms her nipples were exactly a regulation five-feet eight inches from the floor. Then they marked off a line, just under eight feet away. At least they were giving her a fair chance and not just throwing the darts from short distance.
The boys had been begging the headmaster for this opportunity for months and he had finally permitted it. After Susan's experience with the cattle prod last week, she knew Krutz cared less and less about injuring her as the year progressed. One of the boys approached Susan with a ball gag and blindfold in his hands. "Would you like to see what is going on?" Susan nodded and the boy tossed the gag to the side. "Do you want to be able to scream?" Susan thought about it for a moment and then shook her head from side to side. The boy positioned the gag in front of her lips and she opened her mouth and let him slide it in. He buckled it tightly behind her head. Susan had gotten used to being gagged and she decided she would rather not let the boys hear her howl in pain.
The first boy took a stance with his left foot toeing the line and moved the dart back and forth in his hand, lining up his shot. He pulled his arm back and let the dart go and it headed straight towards Susan's bare chest. The tip struck her breast just above her nipple, but the angle was incorrect and the dart glanced off and fell harmlessly to the floor. The boy grimaced at his unlucky shot.