The 18-year old former cheerleader pulled on the ropes that held her spreadeagled between two flagpoles outside West Valley High. When she had been tied here by the school's sadistic headmaster, Stephen Krutz, earlier in the day, the October sun had felt warm on Susan Mitchell's naked body. Her bronzed skin, coated in suntan lotion had glistened in the sun. But now, as that sun lowered in the sky, a cold autumn breeze now chilled her to the bones, goosebumps forming on her bare flesh.
She now feared she would have to spend the night here, bound between these two poles outside her school. This wasn't the first time Susan had found herself bound naked to one of these flagpoles. And this humiliation was tame when compared to all of the other abuses she had dealt with since returning to school in the fall. Krutz had taken her prisoner on the first day of school, determined to make an example out of here to exert his control over the student body, a student body Susan and her fellow cheerleaders used to dominate.
Susan had settled into her role as the school's sex slave. She didn't like it and wouldn't stop thinking about ways to get out of it, but she knew she had limited options. The headmaster had information that would send her mother to jail and leave Susan in poverty. Escaping wasn't really an option, especially with the metal cuffs permanently welded to her body. Plus, she didn't know where she would go. She thought maybe one of her friends would go to the police but she figured Krutz must be scaring them as well, perhaps each of them fearing being subjected to the punishment Susan must suffer through.
The girl thought about the cameras focused on her naked form. Each of her punishments was recorded and streamed over the Internet. The website was supposed to be making money which would be used to repay the money her mom had stolen from her employer. That was Susan's final hope, that if she endured enough of this punishment and humiliation, the web site would make enough money that Krutz would let her free.
Susan was happy to see two of her cheerleading friends approaching in the twilight. Her best friends Brittany and Kylie were walking up to her. Brittany had been designated as Susan's "key master" by Krutz, responsible for releasing Susan from her nightly bondage. This apparently extended to the girl's current predicament, as the girls got to work releasing the ropes tying their friend to the flagpoles. When she was finally freed, Brittany pulled Susan's arms behind her back and fastened her wrist cuffs with a padlock. "Sorry, babe," she said. "Headmaster's orders. Ankles, too, he said" as she snapped a short chain onto the cuffs welded around Susan's ankles and locked it there, hobbling the girl. "We've got some food for you up in the dorm."
Susan slowly followed her two friends into the building and struggled up the stairs one step at a time, her ankle chain limiting her movement. When she arrived at the tiny storage closet that now served as her room, she sat down on the thin mattress. Brittany grabbed the heavy metal chain attached to the wall and locked it to Susan's neck collar. Two bowls sat on the floor, one filled with water and the other with cereal. Susan bent down to eat the food out of the bowl, unable to use her hands. Her friends looked on as she ate and then helped her drink by tipping the bowl up to her mouth. "Sorry about the wrist cuffs, but Krutz said he wanted you to get used to them," Brittany said. Susan flopped over onto her side and put her head down on the thin pillow. "Yeah, another good night for me," Susan replied as the girls turned out the light and left.
