The second floor classroom was virtually empty when Susan Mitchell arrived in the early morning as she had been ordered. She had showered and done her makeup exactly as she had been told. She had no idea why headmaster Krutz wanted her looking good since she knew soon she would a complete mess again. But she figured that since everything that was happening to her was being streamed online, one of the perverts who subscribed to the site must have requested the makeup.
All of the desks had been removed from the classroom. In fact, the only furniture in the room was a strange looking metal chair in the middle of the open space. Susan walked around the chair, taking it in from all angles. It was oddly shaped, with a round seat like a barstool mounted on a metal base. There were a pair of high arm rests connected to a tall seat back. The legs of the chair had small pedals on the bottom and Susan couldn't figure out what they were for. They also appeared to be hinged.
The woman knew eventually she would be expected to sit in that strange chair, but one thing she had learned from last week at the farmhouse and meeting other slave girls was that she should only going to do precisely what she was told to do and nothing more. Krutz was expecting that kind of obedience from her and if she was going to fool him into believing she was his slave girl, she needed to perfectly act the part. The girl jumped as she heard a mechanical voice say 'sit'. She was suddenly a bit concerned that perhaps her headmaster had implanted something in her head to read her thoughts. How else would he know she didn't plan to sit until she was told or that she was even thinking about whether to sit in the chair or not? Susan looked around for the source of the voice.
As she did, the voice said 'sit' again, this time significantly louder, and the young girl decided to obey, climbing onto the stool. The moment Susan's forearms touched the armrests, two curved metal bands shot out and wrapped themselves tightly around her wrists, pinning them to the chair. She pulled hard on them to see if there was any slack, but there was none. In fact, as she pulled, it felt as if they were being pinned even tighter so she stopped struggling. Two more steel bands appeared from the chair legs and circled her ankles, pinning her legs to the strange chair as well.
As Susan was testing her bonds, another metal band sprung from the back of the chair and wrapped itself around the woman's neck and retracted into the chair back. The band tightened and tightened until it was choking her. She could barely breath and began thrashing around in a desperate attempt to get herself loose, sputtering as it suffocated her. The band relaxed itself slightly, allowing her to breathe, but still kept her head pinned tightly against the chair back. As Susan was gasping for air, a thin metal rod came out and wrapped around the woman's mouth. This band kept tightening as well until finally Susan had to open her mouth. The band sunk between the woman's lips, cleave gagging her. Despite her obvious discomfort, Susan couldn't help but be impressed at the tech involved in creating these seemingly magical restraints.
The mechanical voice said a single word again, "spread". The legs of the strange chair to which the girl's ankles were bound were hinged and at the command, started lifting upward and outward so her knees were no longer bent. Her ankles now formed a large 'v' directly in front of her. The legs of the chair continued to move outward, taking Susan's ankles with it, spreading her even wider.
