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 had taken almost an hour to remove the thick white makeup from Susan's face and neck last night. She had been given some moisturizer to use to counter any effects from the heavy greasy makeup. A solvent had been applied to her lips and she had gasped as she was finally able to open them after almost eight hours. She was dehydrated and hungry and the nurse's aide had given her an IV to replenish her fluids. Miss Andrews, the school nurse, had come to see her in the evening and left the room with a look of anger. Susan hoped the nurse was going to have another discussion with the headmaster about maintaining Susan's health.
Brittany Daniels was once again waiting for Susan in the multi-story atrium of the senior house at West Valley. For the third consecutive day, the girl found herself tightly mummified. This morning, it was a combination of Christmas lights and garland that held the woman in her standing position. The light strands had been tightly wound around Brittany's naked body, once again pinning her against a support post, unable to move. The garland had been tied around her as well, to add a more festive touch. Her breasts had been left exposed and clover clamps had been placed on her nipples, a silver chain connecting them. Several glass ornaments had been hung from the chain, pulling down on her nipples. A red Santa hat covered the stubble starting to grow on her recently-shaved head. She was neither blindfolded, nor gagged today, which she thought was an improvement.
Being bound to the post as a Christmas decoration meant Brittany had a front row seat to the spectacle being pulled in by a pair of students. They were dragging in a wooden rocking horse, which consisted of a pair of curved wooden rockers attached together with a piece of wood at their midsection, and four wooden poles that bent upwards to a wooden saddle. Susan Mitchell's stomach rested on the saddle, with her arms tied down to the two front posts and her legs bound to the two rear poles. The bit gag was in her mouth again and she once again sported the reindeer ears on her head.
The large TV screens in the atrium that usually showed school schedules or videos of sports activities instead showed the streaming video of the two girls. One camera was focused on Brittany, the colorful Christmas lights blinking across her naked body. Another was pointed directly behind Susan, displaying her pussy to anyone watching. Another was focused on her face, watching her facial expressions.
Krutz arrived on the scene with a metal pole anchored to a heavy weight. He positioned directly behind Susan and gave a quick push on her bare buttocks, starting her rocking back and forth. The headmaster had a dildo in his hand and he pressed it against Susan's exposed pussy, He slowly began sliding the impaler inside her, rocking her back and forth against it. He attached the dildo to a curved rod and attached that to the metal pole and rocked Susan forward. The dildo slid almost out of her, just a small tip still inside her pussy. When she rocked back towards the post, however, the dildo drove deep inside her. Susan could see herself on the video monitor, rocking back and forth against the device.
The headmaster walked over to the pole where Brittany was bound and uncoiled an extension cord. He ran it over to the rocking horse and plugged the end into a box on the base of the horse. Susan felt the horse buck forward and she realized the entire horse was motorized! She moved forward and then the horse stopped and she tilted backwards, taking in the full length of the dildo. The horse rocked slowly to and fro, Susan's head bobbing on the camera as she was slowly fucked.
The machine began to pick up speed, slowly moving Susan forward, pulling her away from the dildo and the rapidly rocking her backwards, slamming her against the large impaler. Susan looked up and saw the tears running down her cheeks. She also saw the shocked and pitying look on Brittany's face as she watched her friend being viciously drilled by the rocking horse.