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.
The mechanical voice now spoke the single word 'clean'. A metal pole rose out of the floor and Susan understood now while she was sent to a classroom on the second floor and wondered about the machinery beneath her. Ice cold water shot in a powerful stream out of a nozzle in the middle of the pole. The water was aimed directly at the girl's exposed crotch. Susan could not scream with the gag in her mouth and so she just had to sit there and writhe in agony as the freezing water shot directly between her legs at great force.
Another set of nozzles at the top of the pole came to life next. Ice cold water was now being aimed directly at her breasts, coming in a wide spray, soaking her bare tits. Susan twisted in the chair to try to get away from the freezing assault but she was pinned too tightly to get away from the sprays of water. She shook her head back and forth as much as she could, screaming through the gag. She suddenly felt something moving underneath her. The middle of the seat had opened up so she was now sitting on just an open ring. Another blast of cold water shot through the hole right toward her anus. The young woman was breathing heavily as she endured the cold shower against her private parts. She shivered at the assault and prayed for it to be over.
Just like that the water stopped and the poles retracted into the floor. Susan was shaking from he cold and felt like she would never be warm. She was panting heavily. Susan gasped as she heard the mechanical voice speak again a single word: 'penetrate'. Susan did not like the sound of that and started thrashing as best she could as she felt something moving underneath her. The young woman was helpless to resist as she felt the a probe sliding against her bare ass. She felt it moving, aligning itself with her anus. She felt a warm liquid oozing from the the tip of a large dildo and that felt good after the freezing cold water. But the next sensation was anything but as she felt the dildo slowly touch the opening. It pressed against her and she tightened her sphincter to try to stop it entering her, but the device kept pressing until it entered her. Susan groaned through the gag as the dildo shoved its way deeper and deeper into her asd until she felt like she was being driven out of the chair.
