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.
Brittany Daniels had earned her punishment today by coming to the defense of Susan the day before. Susan had been strapped to a remote-controlled dolly run by two senior classmates. Throughout the day, Susan had been driven to and from classes while strapped to the dolly, which featured a large dildo which penetrated the girl as the dolly moved and a pair of electrodes clipped to Susan's nipples which shocked her throughout the ordeal.
It was the use of those electrodes that drove Brittany into action. A group of boys had cornered Susan in the late afternoon and taken the remote control from the nerdy guys who had built the dolly. Brittany overhead this other group of students threatening to repeatedly shock Susan's tits unless she agreed to have sex with each of them. Even though the headmaster had given strict rules against any student violating Susan without her consent, this didn't stop some of the boys, sons of rich and influential people, from still expecting to get their way. After the boys had shocked Susan for several minutes without stopping, and hearing her friend's screams, Brittany approached the dolly and ripped the electrodes from her friend's nipples. As the boys threatened her, she kicked the leader in the nuts, causing him to drop the remote, which Brittany stomped on to break it.
The two geeks who had built the device had run off to alert the headmaster and he returned a few minutes later. The other boys had scattered by the time Headmaster Kurtz arrived. He took Brittany to his office, leaving Susan naked and exposed on the now-broken remote controlled dolly. Krutz had warned Brittany previously about interfering in Susan's daily punishments and informed her that if she could not help herself, he would have to begin punishing her as well and today he decided to fulfill his promise. Brittany recalled the wry smile the headmaster had on his face and she knew he had been waiting for her to give him any reason to punish her.
And so today, the two cheerleaders found themselves suspended from the ceiling in a corridor near the open atrium of the senior house at West Valley High, a private academy for the sons and daughters of rich and influential businessmen and women, politicians and diplomats. Two sets of metal tracks had been attached to the ceiling of the long hallway connecting the A and B wings of the senior house. The tracks were similar to those used for sliding patio doors. The pulleys had been adjusted so the girls hung down at about eye level to the students who passed by. A good number had gathered in the hallway to stare at the naked girls, their private parts exposed just inches from the assembled crowd.
Two students arrived shortly with long poles and spun the girls around, so they no longer faced each other but now faced down the long hall. Silicone dildos were attached to the ends of the poles and both girls screamed as the boys pushed the rods up against their exposed vaginas and impaled them with the lubricated probes.
