"Sir, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Miss Mitchell," West Valley High headmaster Stephen Krutz said, looking up from his desk at the naked girl who had just entered his office.
"You're never going to let me go, are you?" Susan Mitchell asked.
"I don't understand your question, Miss Mitchell."
Susan continued, "I mean, even if I earn the money to pay back what my mom stole, you can't just let me go at the end of the year. Some student, I mean, not me, but some other student, could, you know, go to the police and tell them what happened and you'd be arrested. So you really can't let me go."
"Miss Mitchell," Krutz replied. "Do you think I am afraid of the police? Do you think that one of your friends hasn't already tried to tell on me?" Susan paused, thinking about what the headmaster had just said. "The local authorities are of no concern to me," he continued. "As for what happens to you, that remains, as from the beginning, your choice. You can continue with the daily punishments or you can leave. I am sure one of your friends will loan you some clothing. It's only a few miles to town. Your mom will, of course, be in jail before you make it there. Your house and all of its possessions will be seized since rumor has it your mother is laundering money for a drug cartel. You will be homeless and penniless. It is, and remains, your choice to accept your punishment."
Susan looked at the headmaster. It wasn't much of a choice and she still didn't see an end game for her. But maybe, if Krutz did have some power over the police, maybe he would just let her go. He'd promised her perfect grades in her classes, since she didn't attend them any longer. Maybe she could go to college and forget all of this.
"Ok, so what's the plan for today?" she said firmly.
Krutz smiled and went over to the closet in this office and pulled out a large box. "First, you will need this," he said, and tossed the girl the familiar pink vibrating dildo she had worn many times before. She rolled her eyes, bent forward and inserted it into her vagina, flipping the little switch to turn it on. She shuddered slightly as the vibrator came to life inside her. Next came a new chastity belt, this one of a shinier stainless steel. Krutz placed the metal belt around her waist and snapped it in place before spreading her legs slightly and placing the connecting strap between them. Two small chains ran from the strap across her bare butt and locked to the belt around her waist. The front of the strap was locked to the belt with a small padlock, securing the vibrator inside her. Susan wondered if her friend Brittany was still wearing the other chastity belt that she had been locked into earlier in the week.
The cheerleader's eyes widened when she saw the strange bra the headmaster pulled out of the box. The cups of the bra were 1/4 inch thick stainless steel with a plastic inner lining. The plastic was covered with small rounded nubs to poke against Susan's tender flesh. The headmaster unscrewed the end of the metal barbell piercing the girl's left breast and removed the piercing. He grabbed her breast and shoved it into the metal cup, positioning her nipple so it protruded through a hole in the metal. He reinserted the little barbell through her nipple and reattached the tiny end so her nipple could not retreat through the hole. He followed the same procedure with her right breast and then pulled the bra straps tightly behind her back and closed it with a padlock. The tiny nubs rubbed against Susan's tits as the headmaster tightened the straps over her shoulders, compressing into her skin. The cups had now sealed tight around her breasts, imprisoning them in shiny metal, except for her distended pink nipples stretched through the steel.
There was more stainless steel in the box. Susan looked at the metal globe in the headmaster's right hand. It was slightly larger than a softball and hinged so it would open into two halves. Krutz grabbed Susan's wrist and squeezed her hand into a fist. Placing the ball over her hand, he closed the two halves together, encasing her fist in the steel. Two small Allen screws closed the sphere tightly, depriving Susan of the use of her fingers. She thought for a moment about swinging the metal globe at the headmaster's face, wondering what type of damage a powerful punch full of steel would do to his smug visage. But she knew that hypothetical satisfaction would only leave her in a worse state.