Author's note: West Valley Academy is fictional. All actors in this universe are 18 years of age or older. 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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It was pitch black inside Susan Mitchell's cell. She could not see or hear anything. She had no idea where she was, although she assumed she was once again on display in the atrium of West Valley Academy, where here naked body had been used and abused so many times this year. She had time to think about the symmetry of this week's abuse. She had started the week confined inside a small wooden box, built around her by her classmates, left with only her head sticking out the top, her only company a small vibrator buzzing inside her. Now her nude body was free of any kind of bondage, but her head was trapped inside a wooden box. She had time to think about the symmetry of this. She had all the time in the world to think because there was nothing else she could do but lie and wait for freedom.
The box, or rather, the boxes, around her neck were designed to cut her off from the outside world. These boxes, like the one earlier this week had been custom built around her, designed especially for her. She had been brought down in the morning to the shop wing, where the industrial arts were taught at West Valley and sat in a wooden chair in the middle of the room, almost like an art exhibit. She had some experience with that this year, too.
A student approached her with a flexible tape measure, like the kind used for sewing, and measured the circumference of her neck. She was frightened about the boy's intents as he went to a band saw and began cutting a plank of wood. He returned moments later with two halves of wood with semicircles cut in them, which he placed around her neck. Small wooden pegs inserted in the ends would hold these tight, fastened with wood glue. A few small strips of board were added underneath along the front and back edges to ensure this wooden collar would not be removable. The board already felt heavy around Susan's neck. The boards fit almost perfectly around her, with just a small gap, and even though they did not choke her, her pulse was already quickening. Two other students brought over some other planks of wood and placed them under the wooden platform to support it, lifting it up so it her chin rested on the board.
A second student cut a piece of carpet to the exact size of the wooden platform. He stapled this carpet to the board, fitting the piece carefully around Susan's neck, pushing the carpet into the space between her skin and the wood. The carpet felt like it would strangle her, but she found she was still able to breathe just fine. The carpet had the extra benefit of preventing wood splinters from rubbing into her neck.
Four wooden sides of the box had been built by other students in the meantime. Each was an identical square, also lined with carpet. Mortise and tenon edges ensured the pieces fit together like a puzzle around Susan's head. The entire box was just larger than Susan's head, with no more than a half-inch of space between her head and the carpet. A hole was drilled in the piece in front of her and a rigid metal tube was extended through it into Susan's mouth. The tube was fastened into place with caulk to ensure it would not move. It fit comfortably in her mouth, not too deep as to gag her, but having the effect of preventing her from moving her head. She clamped her teeth down on it to make sure there was no way it could come out of her mouth, knowing it was her lifeline.
The lid was placed on next, plunging the girl into darkness. Susan was able to breathe through the tube and tried to calm herself by taking slow shallow puffs of air into her lungs. The carpeted box let in no light and significantly dampened the sounds she could hear from the machines in the shop.
