West Valley Academy's star cheerleader, Susan Mitchell spent Wednesday night in the school's infirmary. After being tied and tortured with electrical current in front of the entire senior class during a concert the night before, she had been carried to the nurse's office by four of her classmates. The young woman was exhausted, dehydrated and defeated. She could barely hold her head up as the students carried her from the auditorium to the infirmary. Miss Andrews, the school nurse had placed the poor girl on a bed and covered her naked body with a warm blanket. An I.V. was placed in her hand and the nurse injected fluids and nutrients. The nurse remained at Susan's beside through the night, monitoring her vital signs. The nurse game Susan a sedative to help her sleep.
But the young cheerleader would get little respite from her year of abuse at the hands of the school's abusive headmaster, Stephen Alexander Krutz. The man had made it his mission to abuse Susan and Thursday would be no different. The woman was currently standing in total darkness. She had been awakened from the infirmary over the objections of the nurse and brought to a small closet whose door has been removed. The tiny space was barely deep enough for the girl to stand in, her bare butt touching the back wall. She stood in the space with her arms crossed in front of her chest, wondering what fresh hell the headmaster had in mind for her. Every muscle in her body ached after months of abuse. And Susan knew she had many more months to go.
A janitor approached down the hallway with what appeared to be the closet door, except it had two holes, about two to three inches in diameter, drilled in the middle of it. Susan had a puzzled look on her face as she saw Headmaster Krutz walking behind the janitor, wondering what the holes were for. The headmaster approached the naked cheerleader as the janitor held the door in front of Susan. The woman quickly realized the holes in the door lined up with her bare breasts. The headmaster pulled Susan's arms away from her chest and cuffed them behind her back. Krutz grabbed Susan's left tit with a big smile on his face and squeezed it. Susan yelped in pain, her breasts still tender from months of abuse. The headmaster pushed the flesh of her breast through one of the holes in the door so it now protruded through the opening. With the janitor holding the door in place, Krutz moved around and gave Susan's right breast the same treatment.
As the woman's breasts ballooned back into shape after being squeezed through the holes, Susan realized she would not be able to pull them back through by herself as the holes were too small. Susan felt pressure on her tits as they were squeezed at the base and knew they would soon be turning from bright pink to red and then purple. Krutz and the janitor pushed her back into the tiny space. The janitor pushed the heavy door in the opening, the hinges of the door meshing with the hinges mounted on the door frame. The latch snapped into place but Krutz apparently felt this wasn't enough to secure the young woman. Susan heard hammering and soon she realized she was been nailed into the tiny closet. With her bare ass pressed against the back wall of the room, there was no room for her to even try to pull her tits out of the door.
Susan could only imagine what it looked like in the hallway on the other side of the door. To students and teachers walking by, there were a pair of round mounds of female flesh hanging out through two small holes in the wooden door of a supply closet. Inside the closet, there was only darkness and fear for Susan Mitchell. Her breasts were already aching and with her hands pinned behind her, and the heavy nails she had heard being pounded into the door, she had no hope of freedom.
It was not long before the young woman felt her breasts being played with, as she knew they would be. She shouted in pain as someone pinched and then twisted her pink nipples. Susan had no idea if anyone could hear her screaming through the heavy door or not. Her nipples were being stretched by someone, pulling her close to the door. She lost count of the number of times she felt someone tugging on her nipples, stretching them out, or twisting them or pinching them.
Someone used her left tit like a stress ball, squeezing it repeatedly as if they were going to shove it back through the opening but then releasing it. They squeezed and twister her tit flesh as she screamed. Someone else began slapping her right tit, bouncing it up and down. Her breast bounced painfully.
The young girl knew she was nothing more than a toy for the headmaster and her fellow students. She had realized that a long time ago, but it was even more apparent to her today. She had found herself reduced to just a pair of breasts, two pieces of bare flesh on display as if they were not attached to a person. It was like her classmates no longer thought of her as a woman or as a human at all. Right now, someone was sucking on her nipples. She didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, or maybe one of each on each breast. She felt teeth on her nipple as someone starting biting her nipple. She screamed again as she felt sharp fingernails scraping against her flesh.
After a few minutes of rest, Susan felt something cold and wet on her left breast, the effect of a student pouring a soda on it. The ice caused her to yelp. The other breast though soon got worse treatment as it burned with warmth as a cup of coffee was poured over it. Neither felt good but Susan admitted she preferred the icy cola over the potentially scalding coffee. Only teachers seemed to drink coffee so she assumed one or more of them had joined in with the abuse.
