Author's note: The events described in this series are fantasy. West Valley High is a fictional private academy. Neither the school, nor any of its inhabitants, exist in the real world and any similarities to actual places or persons is completely coincidental. In the real world, the activities taking place in these stories would result in lawsuits, arrests and worse. Do not try this at home.
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The two naked 18-year-old girls rocked back and forth like pendulum, suspended from metal pulleys attached to rails along the celling as if they were works of art. Each girl's naked body had been bound into a tight ball as they silently awaited their fate as a crowd of their classmates gathered to gawk at them.
First the girls' ankles had been wrapped in rope that was tied to their upper thighs, which spread their legs apart, leaving them open and exposed. More rope was tied to their shins and around their lower thighs and looped around their knees, tightly bending their legs back. Each of these sets of rope had been then passed over the girls' backs, pinning their knees against the side of their bodies near their bare breasts. The girls' wrists had been tied behind their backs, leaving them to rest uselessly right above their bare buttocks.
Then each girl had been tied to the pulley suspended from the tracks in the ceiling by ropes around their shoulders and upper arms and by ropes around their waists, forming a four-point harness. The girls' long hair had been tied into ponytails and rope was woven through and pulled back to the pulley. The girls' nipples had then been adorned with metal clamps and small bells dangled from them, jingling any time the girls made any movement.
Susan Mitchell and Brittany Daniels stared at each other, their lips just inches away. Susan had already apologized tearfully to Brittany multiple times and no amount of her best friend telling her it was not her fault would assuage Susan's guilt at once again pulling her friend into her life of physical, mental and sexual abuse.
"I'm so sorry," Susan sobbed yet again but Brittany again brushed her off.
"It's not your fault, babe," she said. "Sooner or later, I was going to do something to get my ass in trouble with the headmaster again. Only I'm afraid it may be more than my ass this time," she said, giving Susan a quick smile. Susan gave a soft smile back. This was what she loved about Brittany - she didn't give a fuck about anything.