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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As someone who danced at football and basketball games wearing not much more than a sports bra and sports, Brittany Daniels didn't think she could ever look foolish in any outfit, but today's ensemble certainly made her feel silly. She supposed she was supposed to be Mrs. Santa, if Kris Kringle's wife was a slut. She had been handed a small red bikini top with white fringe that was at least two sizes too small in the cups. This means most of the top of her breasts were spilling out over the material. She was wearing a black belt with a big buckle, but no underwear. Instead, two strips of fabric extended from the front and back of the belt to cover her butt and crotch. A pair of high-heeled black boots that went up to her knee and a Santa hat completed the look.
Brittany was standing in the atrium waiting for the headmaster wearing this ridiculous getup, at least happy not to be tied up again today. She had barely moved for four days, mummified in a variety of Christmas-related poses all week. The headmaster showed up a short while later with a large red bag. "I have some presents for your fellow students today. I need you to go out and get them. Brittany looked out the front doors of the West Valley senior house at the heavy snow falling and then back at the headmaster.
"You've got to be kidding me," she said.
"Not at all, Miss Daniels. I could ask your friend to do it if you don't want to," he said. Brittany knew he was talking about Susan and didn't want to add to her best friend's punishment and so she set off towards the entrance. As she opened the door, she felt the bitter wind against her almost naked body. The temperature was well below freezing and the wind chills were below zero. More than a few minutes out here would lead to frostbite. She ran quickly to the large van parked in the circle drive and climbed up into the back, taking refuge from the wind. She scooped up as many of the packages as she could and shoved them into the bag. She knew by the number of packages in the van, she would be making several trips out here to get them all. She filled the bag and slung it over her shoulder and hustled back into the school, placing the gifts next to the large tree. Krutz was watching her, so she moved quickly back out into the cold snow for another and then another trip. Finally, on her sixth foray into the biting cold, she had emptied the van.
"You may go to class this morning," the headmaster said. "Meet me back here after lunch. And, yes, you will wear that the rest of the day." Brittany shot the man a dirty look and flipped up the red fabric to expose her bare butt as she flounced off to her first class.
Krutz left the atrium and headed to his office, where Susan Mitchell was kneeling beside his desk naked as he had ordered. He opened a large box on his desk and pulled out a pale white corset and handed it to Susan. Her initial thrill at getting to wear clothes today was quickly extinguished as she pulled the garment around her. The corset was very heavy with long metal wires defining the panels. It ran from her hips up to breasts but did not cover her them. Krutz came around behind her and began tightening the straps and soon Susan once again was left to take short, shallow breaths as her diaphragm was compressed by the corset. Her breasts poked out over the material, resting on two wired cups that thrust them outward.
The headmaster approached her with a posture collar, similar to one she has worn previously, this one also pale white. He wrapped it around her neck and tied the ribbons in front of it. The collar prevented her from moving her head in any direction and meant she would be staring directly in front of her for however long she had to wear it.
Next, a pair of long gloves were placed over Susan's arms. They were made of a white leather-like material that ended not in fingers, but in mittens, so the woman would not have use of her hands. The headmaster had her sit in a chair next to his desk while he slid her shoes onto her feet. The shoes were icy white as well but ended in the highest heels Susan had ever seen. The pointy stiletto heels could have been almost a foot high and Susan knew there was no way she would be able to walk in them. She wasn't even sure if she would be able to stand up.
Just then, the old shop teacher walked in with two students in tow, each carrying some metal pipes and wooden boxes. One student placed one of the boxes in the floor and fitted the pole into it and Susan groaned as figured she would soon be impaled upon it. The teacher fitted a small leather-covered seat to the top of the pole and Susan breathed a sigh of relief for a moment. But her relief was short-lived as she saw the two dildos being attached to the seat.
"Oh, before I forget," Krutz said, and approached Susan with a circular ring gag which he placed behind her lips and fastened in place. He snapped a piece of plastic with a small hole over the ring. Susan recalled having water poured into her mouth by a tube through a ring like this and almost choking to death and started to have a panic attack. The students and teacher moved quickly and grabbed the girl by her arms and moved her over to the pole. Lifting her by her arms and torso, they positioned her over the dual impalers. She felt them contact her anus and pussy. Each had been coated heavily in lubricant and she slid down onto them easily. The small seat bore most of her weight and it felt like riding a bicycle, if a bicycle seat had a pair of large dildos attached to it. Her heels and toes contacted the floor. Susan realized the purpose of the high heels was to prevent her from being able to lift herself off the dildos. She was already standing on tiptoe and couldn't lift herself any more.
The headmaster brought over a long, flowing white dress and the students helped him lift Susan's arms so the dress could be pulled over her. The dress had a deep, plunging neckline that showed off Susan's natural cleavage, accentuated by the shelf bra of the corset. It was tapered to the shape of the corset by means of tightening ribbons on the back of the dress and then flared out at her hips to completely hide the pole and the devices inside her. The dress appeared to be covered in tiny LED lights, similar to her homecoming float dress.
