Shortly after classes ended Thursday afternoon, Krutz instructed a couple of boys to remove the dildo from Susan Mitchell's pussy and release her from the frame where she had been restrained for the better part of the day. With her wrists cuffed behind her back, she was escorted back to the boys' dormitory at West Valley High and placed back in the sparse spare room. The boys dumped onto the thin mattress and attached the heavy steel chain to the collar around her neck. The ball gag was removed from her mouth and Susan was relieved to see two bowls near the bed, one filled with food and the other with water.
"Headmaster said to eat up while it's still warm," one boy said. If you need to relieve yourself, there's another bowl in the corner." Susan winced at the idea of having to go to bathroom in the pot but she knew she would have to do it sooner or later.
The girl was starving and thirsty. With her hands behind her, she wasn't sure how she was going to eat but she finally just shoved her face in the bowl and began devouring the meat and potatoes she had been provided. Drinking was a little harder as she wasn't used to lapping up water like a dog, but she got the hang of it and soon the food and water were gone. The boy returned with another bowl of water several hours later and Susan disposed of that quickly as well, momentarily stopping when she thought of the other bowl, but deciding she had to finish the food and drink because she had no idea when she might eat again.
Her bruised and battered body was beginning to ache all over, and this time, there were no loving friends rubbing her bare skin with ointment to soothe the whip marks. Susan struggled to find a comfortable position on the thin mattress, finally lying down on her right side and curling up to sleep. Despite being completely exhausted, her sleep was restless as every noise in the hallway outside caused her to panic, fearing who might be entering the room and what they might do to her.
Daylight came and she awoke to find more food lying in front of her even though she had heard no one enter. She must have finally reached deep sleep. She ate this food more slowly than the night before but still finished it all off. She had to pee now and she knew there was only one alternative - the bowl in the corner. So she crawled over to it and saw the chain was just long enough to allow her to squat over the bowl, although it pulled at her neck as she did so. She was glad for the balance of a cheerleader because she didn't think there were too many people who could squat like this with a heavy chain around their necks and their hands manacled behind their backs. She quickly peed into the bowl and crawled back to her mattress, hoping the distance between her and the bowl would keep the smell away.
Susan knew classes had started but no one came to unchain her. She was thankful for the relief of not spending another day being beaten and fucked and she found herself drifting off to sleep yet again. Late afternoon, the boy who had brought her to the room came back, unchained her from the wall and marched her naked downstairs to the headmaster's office.
"We need to get you ready, Miss Mitchell," the headmaster said. "There's an away football game tonight and the buses leave in 30 minutes".
Susan was simultaneous happy and sad. She was glad to hear she would get to cheer at tonight's game but dreaded wearing the sandpaper and tack bra and panties that were part of her new cheerleading uniform. She knew they would be especially painful tonight on her nipples, still raw from being pierced on Monday and whipped relentlessly by the whipping machine yesterday.
"I learned earlier today that Jenny Mills is sick and can't wear the mascot's uniform tonight. I was going to save this for later in the season, but I figured we could try out the new costume with you tonight," the headmaster said, handing Susan a box.