It had started raining only about thirty minutes ago, starting as one of those annoying light rains that made the mid-40s air temperature feel several degrees colder to anyone unfortunate enough to have to be outdoors. The rain had then progressed into a steady downpour. The slight wind that had slowly rocked the open metal cage, suspended several feet off the ground from a chain strung between two trees, had intensified as well, rattling the cage and the chain supporting it.
The young woman currently occupying that metal cage had been having a miserable morning even before the rain had started. She had been awoken before dawn and brought outside in the dark and locked into the metal cell before it was lifted into the air between the two trees. The cage itself was very uncomfortable. It was only a few feet wide on each side, confining the girl and preventing her from standing up. The cage had wide metal bars, each a few inches apart, which meant as she sat on the bottom of the cell, the metal rode between her butt cheeks without a firm platform to sit on. If she didn't keep her feet on the bars, her legs would slip through. Until the rain had started, she had taken advantage of the cage design and had stretched her legs out in front of her through the bars and leaned back on the side of the cage.
The t-shirt and shorts the woman had been given to wear had only provided a little warmth from the cool air when she first entered the cage that morning. Now they were soaked through by the rain and clinged tightly to her shapely form. Senior cheerleader Susan Mitchell pulled her legs in through the bars and curled into a ball as best she could, considering her hands were cuffed behind her back. She leaned her head on her knees to protect her face from the drizzle. She thought to herself that freezing to death wasn't the most pleasant way to die, but at least it would put her out of her misery.
As the rain increased, West Valley Academy headmaster Stephen Krutz must have finally realized it was raining, or more than likely, Susan thought, finally cared enough to do something about it, because a pair of students now came out from the front entrance of the Senior House. The raincoat clad boys unhooked the chains from the trees and slowly the cage was lowered to the ground. One of Susan's classmates unlocked and opened the front of the cage. Susan crawled out onto the muddy ground, her muscles stiff. She slowly began to get to her feet, but the other student placed a hand on her shoulder. She saw the leash in his hand and bowed her head while he clipped it to her collar. Susan crawled across the wet lawn to the sidewalk and cringed as her bare knees and hands hit the cold pavement. The boy pulled on the leash and Susan's pace quickened as they approached the glass doors of the senior house.
The headmaster was waiting in the atrium, his arms crossed over his chest. Susan was led over on her hands and knees to where he was standing, water dripping from her hair and wet clothes. The boy let go of the leash and Krutz bend down and unclipped it from the collar she wore permanently around her neck. He picked up a pair of scissors out of a box on the floor. He placed the scissors against the collar of the wet t-shirt and snipped down her back, opening the shirt. He brought her scissors back up to the neck of the shirt and cut down each arm. The shirt fell away from Susan's body, leaving her topless.
Krutz kicked at Susan's right ankle, spreading her legs apart. He placed the scissors against the waistband of the gym shorts and cut down her left thigh to loosen the shorts. He grabbed the cloth and pulled it up into her pussy, rubbing the wet cloth uncomfortably into her crotch. She felt the steel of the scissors between her legs as Krutz pulled the material out of her crotch and sliced through it with the scissors, slicing it up to her waist. The material fell away, leaving Susan naked once again.
