Author's note: The events described in this series are not real. West Valley High is a fictional private academy. Neither the school, nor any of its inhabitants, exist in the real world and any similarities to actual places or persons is completely coincidental. In the real world, the activities taking place in these stories would result in lawsuits, arrests and worse. Do not try this at home.
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Monday, 21 November
Susan Mitchell tossed and turned on the cold tile floor of the tiny closet that was her dorm room at West Valley High. The wooden platform had been removed from the room over the weekend and now there was no furniture at all in the small room. After another long day, Susan had hoped that sleep would come easily to her, but it did not.
The young girl had suffered through yet another day of torment at the hands of the school's sadistic headmaster, Stephen Krutz. Krutz had awoken her early in the morning and brought her down to an empty classroom. He had told her about a new feature on the website where Susan appeared daily that allowed people to bid on various ways that the teenaged cheerleader would be tormented on that day. Apparently, the winning bid involved the small stainless-steel rings that pierced the girl's labia. "Easily the top vote-getter today," the headmaster said with a gleam in his eye. "Seems like the men, or maybe women, I guess, don't think we've done enough to torture your poor pussy." Susan thought back to last week and the Sybian and the dreadful impaling drill and silently disagreed with that statement.
Five senior female students walked into the room just them, apparently summoned by the headmaster to participate in today's events. Susan grimaced, seeing her adversary, Michelle, was one of the five, and that none of her friends had been included in the group. She also realized that five students probably meant five unique ways of abusing her.
Krutz addressed the students, explaining they each had to come up with a way of using Susan's labia rings to torment her. The girl was glad when he laid down some ground rules, which included no heavy weights, although she had already lifted enough of those with her pussy, and that any torment would be stopped if it showed signs of causing any permanent damage. Susan had thoughts of the rings being pulled through her tender flesh, permanently scarring her and she involuntarily clenched her legs tighter together.
The students looked around at each other, not sure who should go first. Finally, Krista Jenkins came forward and picked up a couple of silver chains lying on a table. She held them in her hands for a moment and then asked Susan to climb up on the teacher's desk at the front of the room. Susan did as she was told, aware of the video camera pointing directly down at her. Krista saw a padlock on the table and picked it up. She grabbed Susan's ankles and used the padlock to lock them together using the metal rings on the cuffs welded around the girl's legs. Susan wondered how the girl planned to make use of the labia rings after chaining her ankles together, but soon found out. Krista lifted Susan's legs into the air, so her butt was off the table and her pussy was fully exposed to the camera. Krista snapped one end of each chain to the rings through the girl's pussy lips and pulled the other end over and clicked it onto one of the rings on the cuffs welded to Susan's wrists.
Susan had to hold her arms close to her body to prevent pulling on her own pussy lips. This didn't seem too difficult and she chuckled a little at the lack of ingenuity on the part of her first tormenter. But Susan's smugness didn't last long as Krista began rubbing her finger against Susan's exposed sex. As the girl touched her, it became harder to hold her hands still. Her predicament got more complicated when another student brought over two more chains and attached these between Susan's bound ankles and her pussy. It had already been hard to keep her feet up in the air but now every movement she made caused tiny little tugs on her sensitive flesh.
As Krista continued to massage between Susan's legs, another girl started tickling the girl's bare feet. This caused Susan to jump, not remembering the connection between her ankles and her pussy and she yelled out in pain as she yanked on her own labia. The cheerleader mustered every ounce of energy she could to try to remain perfectly still as the dual attackers continued their assault. The feeling of the fingers against her clit was starting to be too much and Susan was rocking in place now, being driven wild by the touch. Krista bent in and placed her tongue against the girl's exposed pussy and that was too much for Susan to take as a few caresses later, she felt the force of the orgasm.
Satisfied with herself, Krista unhooked the chains from Susan's clit rings and removed the padlock from her ankles. The nude girl put her feet down and lay motionless on the table for a few moments, looking for some rest before the next ordeal.
Brenda Soleil gave Susan little respite. She ordered the naked girl to stand and grabbed her wrists roughly and pulled Susan's head down until she was almost doubled over. She wrapped a piece of rope around Susan's neck and tied it around the girl's knees, pinning her head in place and preventing her from being able to stand up.
Using the padlock, Brenda cuffed Susan's wrists together behind her knees and then attached the silver chains to each of the girl's wrist cuffs and up to the silver rings in the girl's labia. As long as Susan kept her hands perfectly still, the position was uncomfortable, but not painful. But keeping her hands still was going to be an issue as Brenda picked up a leather flogger from the accessory table and began smacking it across the girl's bare buttocks. It was difficult for Susan to remain in one place as the flogger struck her and in order to prevent herself from falling over, she had to adjust her hands to keep her balance as each stroke fell, causing painful tugs on the steel rings piercing her.
