The look in Susan Mitchell's eyes as West Valley High's headmaster approached her Monday morning told Stephen Krutz all he needed to know. He knew he had finally succeeded in breaking the young cheerleader. The girl has spent the weekend trapped in a latex and fur cougar costume, confined to a small cage in the school's atrium. A large plug filled her ass, except for those several times a day she was escorted to the boys' bathroom to relieve herself. Her head was sticking out from the front of the cage, held in place, unable to move as she rested on her bound elbows and knees. Her hood had been removed, exposing her face, which was streaked with tears and cum. Krutz wondered how many boys had taken advantage of their classmate this weekend.
The headmaster released the 18-year-old girl from the cage, and placing a leash around her neck, pulled her on arms and knees to his office. She made no effort to resist, her blue eyes staring vacantly ahead.
In the office, Krutz removed the tail and butt plug and unzipped the costume from her body. She was soaked in sweat from the hot latex. Two plates of food and water were placed in front of her and she hungrily tore into them, eating every morsel and lapping up all of the water. She had last been fed by one of her classmates yesterday afternoon so Krutz knew the girl would be hungry.
He removed the tape straps holding Susan's wrists to her shoulders and her ankles to her thighs. Susan slowly stretched her limbs, which had been bound since Friday afternoon and were incredibly sore. She stumbled as she tried to stand and grabbed on to the edge of the headmaster's desk for support. She stared blankly at him waiting to see what fresh hell he had in store for her.
"You've been giving pleasure to your classmates all weekend so I thought maybe you should get some yourself," he said and led the girl back out into the atrium. Along one wall was now fitted a pair of large metal rings similar to the one that was used to restrain her in her room. She was led over and chained to the rings by her wrists. A student rolled out a small table with something that looked like half of a barrel sitting on top of it. The barrel was covered in a kind of cloth but there was a strip of plastic running down the middle of it.