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   Faculty Adviser 11: Field trip

   When Leslie arrived at school the next morning she felt unexpectedly
excited: after all the humiliating situations she had experienced during
the last week, today's field trip might allow her to take a back seat, to
be able to just watch rather than have to participate.  Not that she wasn't
beginning to `enjoy' participating.  She thought of Susie's cunt thrusting
against her face the afternoon before and then later her orgasms at her own
hand.  In the cold light of day she knew it was a sin that she should be
ashamed of, but somehow she wasn't.
She got to her classroom and saw Miss Johnson further up the hallway,
talking to Mrs Morris, the sixth grade Social Science teacher.  She knew
Mrs Morris by sight and no more but she appeared to be a kindly looking
lady, in her mid forties and on the plump side.  Leslie was to accompany
her and her girls to the courthouse for the half-day field trip.  She
waited politely watching the two women talk.  She couldn't hear what they
were saying but they were both smiling and at one moment, Mrs Morris seemed

to give Miss Johnson some money which the young teacher put in her pocket.

   When their conversation finished, Leslie walked into her classroom and
stood by the teacher's desk which used to be hers but which Miss Johnson
now used.

   "At attention, Mrs Gaye," Miss Johnson ordered as she walked into the
classroom.  Leslie straightened her back and put her hands at her side. 
Miss Johnson sat down and looked at the field trip information on the desk
in front of her.

   "Remember that Mrs Morris is the teacher and you are the faculty
adviser. Whatever she tells you to do comes with my authority.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "You are going on this field trip as the adviser and as such you will
participate in whatever Mrs Morris or the police department determines for
activities.  Your participation is most important for the proper
educational needs of the girls."

   "Yes, Miss." Leslie's heart rate increased: oh gawd, perhaps she would
have to participate after all.

   "If I find out that you have not behaved yourself with the girls or
refuse to do what Mrs Morris or the police department asks of you, then
there will be punishment."

   Leslie's ached at the thought of another punishment.  "Yes Miss."

   She dropped her eyes submissively and blushed slightly: at forty years
old she felt like a little child; Miss Johnson was twenty-two and just out
of college but she had a cold command about her which demanded obedience.

   "Now go out front and get on the bus."

   "Yes, Miss." Leslie replied and walked out the door.  Her breasts
juggled back and forth and up and down as she walked, her nipples rubbing
against the material.  `God, I hope I am dressed properly for today's field
trip,' she thought.  She had spent much of Saturday buying the clothes that
made up her required school uniform and as she walked down the hallway, her
five inch stilettos clicked loudly and her new thong rubbed maddeningly
against her labia.

   ******

   As soon as they arrived at the bus, Mrs Morris instructed Leslie to sit
in the back and there were ten empty rows between her and the others .  As
the journey started, she could hear the babble of conversation and laughter
from the front and she felt lonely: it was like when nobody needed her they
left her alone but if some need arose then she was the focal point of
attention.  She squirmed occasionally to try to stop her panties rubbing
her private places: it had been over a week since she last wore underwear
and the sensation was driving her crazy.  She looked out of the window and
thought about the trip: there were twelve pre-teen girls and they were to
be shown around the all-female facilities of the courthouse, the police
station and the jail (the boys had their own trip around the male
facilities).

   As the school bus glided to a stop in front of the courthouse, the class
sat in awe of the shear size of the large white stoned multi-columned
building.  It had multiple floors and its long wide steps stretched from
the door of the bus to the entrance of the building for what seemed like a
mile.  Leslie could remember being impressed by the courthouse complex when
she and her husband had driven into the city when they moved here last
year.

   Last year, thought Leslie, that seemed like a lifetime ago.

   The girls filed out with Mrs Morris leading them up the steps and Leslie
brought up the rear.  The long climb only made the pain in her groin worse
as the seams of the thong rubbed her mercilessly.  She wondered what on
earth she should do: she couldn't go on like this but it seemed against
Miss Johnson's orders to take them off; on the other hand, her skirt was a
little longer than usual and as long as she was careful, no one would know.
A solution came as she entered the building.  Because she was at the back
she was able to slip behind a huge column and quickly take the thong off
and put it in her bag, whispering a prayer of thanks.

   Comfortable at last, she followed the girls into the court room and took
in her surroundings.  The high ceilings and marble interior echoed with the
history of the county and the surrounding area.  A huge stairwell climbed
upward and wrapped around to the second floor before continuing to ascend
up several more floors.

   Consulting her field trip instructions, Mrs Morris led the small group
of girls to the first floor chamber of Judge Judy Snyder.  She nervously
and respectfully knocked on the large wooden door which had the words,
"Judge Judy Snyder" printed in large block letters and centered on the
opaque glass window in the door.

   "Come in," came a muffled voice from behind the door.

   Mrs Morris twisted the knob with a sweaty palm and pushed the heavy door
open.  She peaked inside and saw Judge Snyder beckoning for her to enter so
she opened the door all the way and led the hushed class of girls and
Leslie inside.

   They all stared in wide-eyed wonder at the number of plaques, glossy
pictures of naked women and girls and art pieces of naked pre-teen girls
that decorated Judge Snyder's office.  Leslie was embarrassed and felt
confused as to why the judge should decorate her office like this.  She
noticed a dildo in a glass case that read, "In Case of an Emergency, Break
Glass".  She blushed and wondered why on Earth it was there.  As she
returned her attention to what was happening, she saw the judge watching
her, a knowing smile on her face.

   Standing inside the office were two other woman both dressed in a very
short black skirts, tight white blouses that were unbuttoned half way down
showing their tits and cleavage, and three inch heels.  Judge Judy was
wearing a short black robe that came down mid-way between her knees and her
hips, the robe had a very low v-neck that showed off the judge's ample tits
and she wore five inch spiked heels.

   "Welcome," smiled the judge as she walked around her desk, "Welcome to
my personal domain.  I am the chief female judge here in the County.  My
name is Judge Judy Snyder."

   Mrs Morris introduced herself, shaking the judge's hand and then
introduced each girl, the judge shaking hands with each one.  Mrs Morris
introduced Leslie last but rather than shake hands, the judge looked her
over and then turned her back, even though Leslie had her hand extended. 
Several of the girls snickered and she felt embarrassed and humiliated.

   "Nice to meet you girls," the judge said brightly.

   "Thank you, ma'am" replied the girls.

   "Let me introduce Mrs Pam Henderson, the female city attorney general.
She replaced Ms Patricia Baker.  Does anybody know what happened to Ms
Baker?"

   Mrs Morris raised her hand.  "Um, yes, wasn't she convicted of
embezzlement?"

   "Quite right, Mrs Morris.  Ms Baker is now serving time in the women's
correctional facility up-state.  So I promoted Mrs Henderson to attorney
general.  Mrs Henderson was a low level paralegal in Ms Baker's office."

   If truth be known, Mrs Henderson was very talented at providing the
judge with tender pre-teen female flesh, not for the judge to abuse, but
for the pre-teen girls to abuse her, and the way the judge saw it, the more
abuse the little vixens metered out, the better.  Her taste in being abused
by nubile young girls was not a problem: the judge was responsible for and
had overall control of the female courthouse, police station and the jail
with the absolute authority to run things as she saw fit.

   "And this is Ms Lori Peterson, the women's public defender.  She reports
to me as I am her supervisor."

   No conflict of interest there thought Leslie.

   "Hello, kids," Pam and Lori said.

   "Hello," replied the girls and Mrs Morris and Leslie.

   "Pam, Lori and I were just discussing a plea bargain for a female
criminal," said the judge, smiling.

   "Would you kids like to know who the criminal is and what her crime
was?" asked Pam.

   "Oh, yes, please," responded the girls enthusiastically.

   "Excuse me, Mrs Henderson, aren't court proceedings supposed to be
confidential?" asked Leslie without thinking.  Everyone turned to look at
her, and she blushed.

   "Mrs Gaye, isn't it?" asked Mrs Henderson.

   "Yes, ma'am," gulped Leslie.

   "You're new to the Valley aren't you?" asked the prosecutor, looking her
up and down disdainfully.

   "Yes, I am," she replied nervously, aware that Mrs Morris and the girls
were watching her.

   "Well, normally, yes, court proceedings are confidential, but here,
things aren't...normal...we are like one big happy female family."

   `That's for sure!' thought Leslie.

   "Say, Mrs Morris," Judge Snyder said stepping in, "bring the girls to
the courtroom after your tour and watch the proceeding.  I think you will
find them...how do I say this...interesting...?" Once more she looked at
Leslie with a knowing smile.

   "Yes, I will be sure to do that."

   "So, kids, are you ready for your tour?" the judge asked the class of
excited looking cherubs.

   A collective, "Yes ma'am," answered her question.

   "Great," she said raising her eyebrows in appreciation.  "As you all
know Mrs Peterson of the PTSA arranged your tour so let me tell you what we
have on tap for you today," she began enthusiastically.  "Today, I'm going
to have my bailiff take you over to the police station right down the hall,
where you'll be shown how a female criminal suspect is processed into the
jail, and then your teacher will bring you to my courtroom so you can see
how proper female justice is done." She chuckled.  "We have a saying here:
all women are guilty of something." The judge looked over at Leslie.  "Even
Mrs Gaye."

   The girls cheered and looked over at Leslie, who blushed and could only
wonder what the judge meant.  Just then, her thoughts were interrupted as
the Bailiff entered the room and reported to Judge Snyder.

   Leslie was shocked at how tall she was, estimating that she must be
almost six five, as tall as a basketball player.  She couldn't help but
admire how pretty she was: her blonde hair, tied tightly in a bun on top of
her head; high cheekbones and soft lips; and strong looking arm and leg
muscles which caused Leslie to twinge with unexpected arousal.

   `Where did that come from?' she asked herself disgustedly. 
Embarrassment swept over her at the sudden surge of moisture that almost
seeped from her pussy.  She scolded herself for the weird inexplicable
event and wrote it off as an anomaly.  She was a devout woman who was
married and prided herself on how 'normal' she was and to have felt a surge
of arousal for another woman simply disgusted her.  That special place on
her body belonged only to her husband, and to God, and sometimes to teen
girls, who........

   `Stop it!' Leslie said to herself in shock.  Perhaps it had something to
do with the chaffing from her panties, she thought, desperately searching
for an explanation, and suddenly remembered she was naked under her skirt.
'Oh God,' she prayed silently, 'don't let it trickle down my leg!'

   The bailiff nodded to the judge after receiving her instructions and
opened the door, signalling everyone to exit.

   Leslie as usual waited for Mrs Morris and the girls to leave first, and
as she followed them she glanced over her shoulder at the three people in
the office: all three were smiling at her as if somehow they had read her
thoughts.  Feeling suddenly ashamed, she quickly followed the tall muscular
bailiff down the long hallway to the police department.

   Once inside, the girls were gathered into a large room filled with rows
of wooden folding chairs facing a podium.  Pleased to get out of the
limelight, Leslie took a position at the back and watched as a female
officer strolled up to the podium.  She introduced herself as Officer
Tracy.

   There was something about her blonde hair and sharp appearance of her
uniform that Leslie found strangely enticing.  To Leslie she looked
muscular like she worked out regularly, there was not an ounce of fat on
her.  `Oh God, what is the matter with me,' she thought.  `Why do I
suddenly find muscular women attractive?'

   As she listened to the officer describe the 'booking' process for women,
her mind drifted as she tried to understand these strange feelings she was
having.  She was so absorbed that she didn't really pay attention as the
officer described the different steps and passed out stuff for the girls to
look at.  She hardly noticed the officer pass round finger print kits,
rubber gloves, pink handcuffs, spreader bars, cameras and other articles
used by the police on female suspects for the girls to examine.

   As the officer began to speak more directly about arrest procedures,
Leslie tuned out.  She wasn't particularly interested in such matters and
didn't hear the officer touch on search procedure.  She was grateful that
Miss Johnson thought enough of her to allow her to accompany Mrs Morris and
the class on the field trip.  Leslie still chafed at the fact that Miss
Johnson was only 22 and just out of Women's college and yet she was
Leslie's supervisor.  Sometime soon she would have to have a talk with her
about talking to her like she was a little girl, especially in front of the
classes.  But, since last week she felt she'd have a real chance to
actually TEACH the girls something instead of them teaching her something.

   "Mrs Gaye!" Hearing her name called suddenly brought Leslie back to
reality.

   "Y-yes, I'm sorry," she stammered, turning bright red.  "I wasn't paying
very close attention.  I apologize." She looked sheepishly to Officer Tracy
while the class giggled at her obvious embarrassment at getting caught
daydreaming.

   "Mrs Gaye, we need a volunteer to demonstrate the search procedures used
on female criminal suspects, the ones I've just described.  Would you help
us?" the officer asked, inciting the class to applaud.  The girl's erupted
in cheers as Leslie looked in embarrassment at Mrs Morris who nodded her
head.  She knew nothing about search procedure and certainly didn't want to
make a fool of herself again, but it couldn't be that bad, could it?

   As the girls' applause and cheers grew louder and Leslie looked at their
happy faces, she remembered what Miss Johnson had told her about doing what
she was told and made her way to the front of the class to a spot near the
front wall where the officer was pointing for her to stand.

   When she reached it the class settled down and listened to the Officer
Tracy again.

   The officer turned to the class.  "Well, we have our suspect," she
chuckled, "but we do not yet know what she is suspected of." She paused. 
"Does anyone have any ideas what Mrs Gaye could be suspected of?"

   A couple of pre-teen hands shot up.  "Stealing," said one, "She's a
murderer," another shouted.

   "Mmmm," said the officer.  "Anyone else?"

   "She's a whore!" Mrs Morris suggested and Leslie gasped in disbelief.

   "No," she cried, blushing, but the class laughed and several shouted
out, "Yes!" to Mrs Morris's idea.

   "Very well," Officer Tracy said, laughing also, "she is suspected of
being a whore.  We will write that on the charge sheet and later on, you
can all sign it."

   Leslie felt very uncomfortable and not a little angry with this, but
remembered that Mrs Morris was in control of the trip.

   "Okay, now let's go onto searching the suspect.  The first thing you
need to do when conducting a search of a female criminal suspect is to
establish positive control," Officer Tracy stated.

   Trying join in the spirit of what was happening, and to make up for her
earlier daydreaming, Leslie jumped into a mock karate stance and the class
burst into laughter.  Leslie smirked at the response and glanced at the
tall pretty officer who smiled back politely.

   Officer Tracy started again, "Like I said girls, the first thing you
need to do is establish POSITIVE control over the female suspect," and she
grabbed Leslie by her right arm, spun her around and pushed her toward the
wall.

   Yelping in surprise, Leslie put her left hand out to break the impact
and slapped her palm against the wall.  She felt the officer's feet kick
the inside of both ankles, bringing them backward causing her to lean way
over against the wall with both hands.  Officer Tracy then pulled out the
small spreader bar from her belt, flicked it to extend it to its full
length of three feet, and with one swift movement leaned down and expertly
clicked both ends of the bar to Leslie's ankles.

   Leslie was shocked as were the girls at the speed at which officer Tracy
secured her.  She thought SHE was going to be the demonstrator, and
realised only when it was too late that she was the demonstratee.

   "No, you can't," Leslie pleaded urgently under her breath, remembering
that she wasn't wearing panties, "Please you can't.  You don't understand."

   Leslie desperately needed to explain to Officer Tracy that she wasn't
wearing underwear and it could be very embarrassing for both of them, and
she nervously looked over her shoulder to see if the girls could see under
her skirt as she stood spread-eagled against the wall.  Cool air rushed
under her skirt and wafted against her cunt causing her to feel a slight
secretion.  Panic gripped her.

   "Please God, help me, please don't let it happen," she prayed in her
mind as officer Tracy began again.

   "Once you have positive control of the female suspect, you can begin the
search," she said as she stepped in behind the helpless Mrs Gaye.

   Leslie felt Officer Tracy's pelvis press against her buttocks as she
stretched Leslie's wrists up further on the wall.  She felt the woman's
breasts press against her back, the officer's bodily warmth and dominant
control of the situation sending shivers up her spine.  She almost melted
in the strong embrace of the officer.

   "You first start with the wrists, girls," Officer Tracy continued as she
grabbed both of Leslie's wrists with her right hand, "and then you work
your way down each arm, being sure to check both sides thoroughly," and she
slowly snaked her left hand down Leslie's arms to her armpits.

   Leslie gasped and held her breath as the officer's hands sent goose
bumps racing down her back.  The sudden sensation caused twitches in her
pussy and her nipples to harden slightly.  She tried to shake the feeling,
but the strong muscular hand of Officer Tracy felt so....  good.  She could
feel the officer's fresh mint breath on top of her head as the woman
towered over her.  Just for a moment Leslie felt safe and secure in her
strong embrace.

   "Next, you reach under the female suspects' armpits and up to their
chest.  You have to check their front, sides and back as you work your way
to their waist," the officer explained as the class became adsorbed in her
demonstration.

   Leslie was beside herself as Officer Tracy leaned into her.  She didn't
understand why the officers' touch was driving her so crazy but the way her
hand gently stroked its way across her breasts, paused at her nipples,
tweaking them ever so slightly, then slid down her back and around her
stomach made her feel weak.  Leslie felt herself heating up and she hated
that.  There's no way she should be feeling this way about another woman.
And it was so humiliating that everyone was watching!

   Officer Tracy stepped back and released Leslie's wrists but Leslie had
to keep her hands in front of to keep from falling forward as she was
leaning so far over.  Officer Tracy looked over her shoulder at the
wide-eyed students and Mrs Morris, then knelt down and clasped her hand
over Leslie's ankle just above the spreader bar.  She looked under Leslie's
skirt and could see her glistening bald pussy as it blushed bright red and
began to flower and she smiled to herself.

   Leslie gulped when she felt Officer Tracy's hands grab her ankle and she
tried to tell her again that she wasn't wearing panties.  She was now
desperately embarrassed at the fact, but didn't want to alert the class to
the reality that she didn't have any on, or that she was so aroused, so she
muttered out of the corner of her mouth, "Please, officer, please, I'm not
wearing panties!  I had to......"

   But it was too late, Officer Tracy had already started her slow accent
up Leslie's leg, sending waves of goose bumps and twinges of arousal
through her body as the officer's strong gripping hands slipped ever closer
to her slippery vagina.  Leslie squeezed her eyes shut when the back of
Officer Tracy's hand on the inside of her thigh bumped her bare pussy.

   She knew Officer Tracy must have known: surely the officer must have
felt her bare cunt touch her hand.  Leslie prayed she didn't feel her
oozing moisture.  She would be so embarrassed to have smeared her sticky
cream on the back of Officer Tracy's hand.  But without blinking an eye
Officer Tracy repeated the process on the other leg before concluding, "And
that's how you conduct a search of a female suspect.  Are there any
questions?"

   Leslie peeked over her shoulder at the officer and the class, her hands
still holding her weight against the wall.  They were all staring at her,
their mouths open.

   "No questions?  Good.  Then we'll move right into the body cavity search
procedure used on female suspects."

   Leslie felt her heart miss a beat when she thought she heard the officer
say 'body cavity search'.  Blood rushed to her head and she felt faint. 
She must have misheard her, she kept telling herself.  She wanted to tell
Mrs Morris to call the whole thing off, but leaning against the wall made
it impossible.  She had to remain there until someone helped her, otherwise
she'd land face first into a concrete wall.

   "Okay, girls, for this next part, it's important that you gather around
so you can get a good look at exactly what I'm doing." The pretty blonde
officer added, "Oh, and bring your rubber gloves because we'll have a
practical exercise afterwards."

   Not believing her ears, Leslie wanted to shout out, but she somehow
couldn't make her mouth work: she was petrified.  Thoughts rushed through
her head.  This couldn't be the way the police department normally did body
cavity search demonstrations to impressionable school girls?  Could it? 
This just doesn't seem right, it is sinful and ungodly.  But on the other
hand, Officer Tracy was so proficient and had a strong grip and soft touch,
plus she seemed so confident in handling her that she must know what she's
doing.

   She felt her face redden as the class noisily scrambled out of their
chairs and crowded around her.  She wanted to cry, realising that they
would all now see that she wasn't wearing panties and they would know that
she was wet.  Her stomach tensed as Officer Tracy began.  Again Leslie
wanted to protest her uncertainty about the appropriateness, but figured
the police MUST know what they're doing.  Besides, it was HER job as a
faculty adviser to teach the children the right way to do things, that's
what Miss Johnson said.  Despite the butterflies in her stomach, she tried
to mentally prepare herself.

   "The body cavity search is performed with the female suspects hands
cuffed," the officer said as she slapped a cuff on Leslie's left wrist. 
Her right hand was now carrying her weight against the wall and it was
tiring fast.

   Leslie winced when the cold steel cuff wrapped tightly around her wrist
and locked.  She felt another wave of panic race through her and she wanted
to protest, but it didn't feel right to whine in front of the girls and Mrs
Morris, so she kept quiet.

   "Once a wrist is cuffed you remove the prisoner's top.  Why do you think
we remove the top before the other wrist is cuffed?" she asked the class.

   Mrs Morris and several girls raised their hands.

   A blonde haired girl with her hand up said because they couldn't remove
the top with her hands cuffed together and Officer Tracy acknowledged her
answer with a smile.  She quickly and expertly unfastened the buttons on
Leslie's blouse with her freehand while she congratulated the class.

   Leslie was so bemused by what was happening to her, she didn't even
realize the officer had completely unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her
bra so that her top was now hanging open exposing her milky white breasts.

   Then Officer Tracy took Leslie's cuffed hand and pulled it tighter and
higher behind her back and with one pulling, twisting motion, turned her
around on her right foot to face the class.  Leslie's blouse hung loosely
to her front exposing her soft pale skin from her neck to her tight tummy.

   Before she could even react, Officer Tracy had pulled her blouse and bra
off and had cuffed her right wrist to her left elbow and her left wrist to
her right elbow so that her arms were across her back.

   She stood topless in front of the ogling class of girls and felt naked
and ashamed.  Her firm breasts heaved with her embarrassment and her
nipples hardened like pencil erasers as the cool room air enveloped them.
Tiny bumps formed on her aureoles as goose bumps crept down her arms.

   She watched the reaction of the class as the pre-teens leered at her
breasts.  She felt another twinge pass through her loins and again wondered
what caused it.  She couldn't move and could hardly breathe as she stood
there on display, with her wrists and arms cuffed behind her back, her feet
spread three feet apart and her breasts pushed out in front of her.  Her
mind was in turmoil as she knew in her heart that this was wrong, but she
kept telling herself that this must be part of the Lord's plan, that it was
all in the name of education.  In her confusion, it was the only way she
could explain it to herself.

   "Does anybody know why we completely disrobe a female suspect for a body
cavity search after doing a body search?"

   Again Mrs Morris and some of the girls raised their hands again.

   Officer Tracy nodded to Mrs Morris.

   "Because they could be hiding something?" she answered.  Leslie could
see excitement in her eyes and the woman's face was flushed.

   "Exactly Mrs Morris.  We might have missed something while we were doing
the body search.  So we need to be sure that the female suspect is not
hiding anything under her clothes and for our safety it is best that we
completely remove her clothes."

   Absorbed, the girls and Mrs Morris nodded, their eyes staring.

   One girl raised her hand.  "What if the female suspect says she is not
hiding anything?"

   "Doesn't matter, little Miss," Officer Tracy said, smiling at the girl.
"We want to be sure one hundred percent of the time."

   Leslie's heart almost stopped when she heard the officer ask the girls
if they wanted to help get her skirt off.  Before she could even formulate
a protest in her mind, Mrs Morris and the girls were giggling and laughing
as they tugged at the hem of her skirt and it began to see-saw down her
hips.  Leslie gasped and held her breath when she looked down and saw the
top of her pussy emerging from above the waistband.

   Officer Tracy used the toe of her boot to release the spreader bar to
shoulder width and Leslie shuddered when the skirt pulled free and fell
quickly to her feet.  She couldn't react to her nakedness before the girls
and Mrs Morris were knocking her off balance and pulling the skirt from
under her feet.  She felt flushed, as she stood completely naked in front
of the girls with her arms cuffed behind her, her most private place
exposed for all to see.

   Officer Tracy tapped the spreader bar again and Leslie's left ankle was
pushed out to the three foot length of the bar as she almost fell forward.
Officer Tracy quickly put her right hand on Leslie's stomach to steady her
then moved to her side and put her arm around Leslie's waist holding her in
place.

   Leslie didn't know what to do.  There was nowhere to run, nowhere hide
even if she wanted to, but the with the spreader bar she couldn't move her
legs.  With her hands cuffed behind her back she couldn't even cover
herself so she stood there and let the girls look at her.  Her stomach
fluttered nervously as she felt the eyes of the class checking out every
part of her firm soft body.

   Officer Tracy reached behind her and took what looked like a ball from
her belt.  "How many of you know what this is?"

   The girls didn't say anything but Mrs Morris raised her hand.  Officer
Tracy nodded at her.  "It's a ball gag."

   "Very good Mrs Morris.  We can use this simple device to keep female
suspects quiet from the time we arrest them to when they are standing in
Judge Snyder's courtroom."

   Officer Tracy pushed the pink ball into Leslie's mouth and took the
strap around her head moving Leslie's hair out of the way.  She secured the
velcro and looked at the girls.  "I think its picture time.  How many would
like to have a picture of you and Mrs Gaye to take home as a memory of
today's activity?" smiled Officer Tracy.

   Leslie wanted desperately to protest but was powerless to do anything
but watch as the girls jumped up and down yelling, "Me!  Me!", all of them
with their hands raised.  Officer Tracy reached over and pressed a button
on the podium.  Quickly the side opened and a tall female officer with a
large camera around her neck walked in.

   "Mgggffff, hhhmmmfff..." pleaded Leslie.

   "You hush now, Mrs Gaye.  Be a good female suspect and this will be all
be over soon," Officer Tracy said, smiling at her.  She looked at the
girls. `I'm going to be first but if you line-up over here we'll do this
one at a time."

   The girls quickly lined up with Mrs Morris fourth in line.  Leslie
looked at her, horrified, as slobber was oozing out the side of her mouth.

   Officer Tracy stood the left of Leslie, she put her left hand on her hip
and put her right arm around Leslie's waist and smiled.  "Smile Mrs Gaye,"
the camera officer said.  Click, click click.

   Next Officer Tracy stood behind Leslie and put both her hands on her
shoulders and peered over Leslie's left shoulder.  Officer Tracy's pelvis
was pressed into Leslie's ass.  "Okay, one, two, three, smile Mrs Gaye."
Click, click, click.

   Officer Tracy slightly repositioned herself, grinding her pelvis into
Leslie's ass again, and reached around and cupped Leslie's tits, pushing
them up.  More pictures were taken.  Leslie's eyes were wide open as the
officer took advantage of her, her slobber drooling out of both sides of
the ball gag and dripping down onto her tits.

   Officer Tracy ground her pelvis into Leslie again as she pinched both of
Leslie's nipples and a moan escaped from her ball gag.  The camera officer
took more close-ups.

   The next set of pictures Officer Tracy stood to the left facing Leslie
as she put her weight on her right foot, lifted her left leg in bent
position, put her left hand on her hip and her right hand on Leslie's left
shoulder.  "Smile Mrs Gaye." Click, click, click.

   On her last picture Officer Tracy stood just to the left of Leslie,
looked over her left shoulder smiling at the camera and squeezed Leslie's
right nipple with her left hand.  Leslie stood there with wide eyes,
imagining the picture they presented: the pink ball sticking out of her
mouth with slobber oozing out both sides, her chest pushed out, arms cuffed
behind her back and she was balancing herself on her feet that were spread
three feet apart.

   "Okay girls.  Your turn," the officer called, giving Leslie a last swat
on the butt, and the class moved forward excitedly.

   All Leslie could do was stand still as the girls had their pictures
taken with her.  They all smiled happily at the camera, little hands
mauling her tits, little fingers squeezing and twisting her nipples. 
Leslie was shocked that Mrs Morris included herself in the pictures.  In
one, the teacher leaned over and kissed Leslie on the left cheek as she
raised her left leg; in the next she cupped Leslie's left breast and pushed
her tongue in her right ear.  Tears of frustration filled Leslie's eyes,
not simply because of the degradation, but also because she couldn't help
but feel aroused.

   The last picture was a class photo with Leslie in the center and the
girls in a half-circle around her.  She was numb by the time the pictures
were done and watched helplessly as the girls resumed their position
standing in front of her again.

   Officer Tracy's voice jolted Leslie back to reality as she removed the
ball gag from her mouth, releasing a final stream of slobber down her chin
onto her tits.  She was about to say something when Officer Tracy said,
"Very Good Mrs Gaye.  You've been a very well behaved female suspect.  The
police department will notify the school administration that you have been
fully cooperative." Officer Tracy turned to the girls.  "Let's give Mrs
Gaye a "thank you" for the pictures."

   "Yeah!!" shouted the girls, even Mrs Morris, "Thank you Mrs Gaye for the
pictures."

   Despite everything that had happened and her acute embarrassment, Leslie
felt oddly proud she had done something right.

   "Okay, back to the body cavity search," Officer Tracy said as she
snapped her latex gloves on her hands.  "The first thing we check is in the
female suspect's mouth.  We run two fingers in a sweeping motion like
this." She slid two latex gloved fingers into Leslie's mouth and swabbed
from one side to the other.

   Leslie groaned, the officers' fingers sending more of those shivers up
her spine as the dual digits slowly swept past her tongue and darted in and
out both sides of her mouth.

   "Make sure you thoroughly check her mouth cavity, check her tongue, her
gums and teeth.  Remember you are in control, not the female suspect."

   A rush of arousal oozed from Leslie's cunt as she felt her pussy begin
to swell.  She tried to stop the sensation and feared the girls would see
her growing arousal and make fun of her, but somehow her body was betraying
her.  She sheepishly looked down at the girls standing closest to her and
tensed when she saw them nudging each other and pointing at her blossoming
slit.

   Officer Tracy took her by the shoulders, tilted her to the right and
swung her around so that her back was to the class before bending her
forward at the waist.

   Leslie could feel her ass cheeks spread and her pussy push between her
tight firm thighs as she bent forward.  She was mortified at showing so
much of herself to the class and she was certain they'd be able to see that
she was turned on.  She looked behind her as she arched her back to relieve
some of the pressure and she heard girls giggling and pointing at her
swollen pink cunt as it leaked fluid.  She could hear Mrs Morris mention
how 'gooey' it looked and she felt ashamed that she wasn't able to control
herself any better.  What would God think of her, seeing her react so
wickedly.  Why wasn't He helping her now?  Hadn't she been praying for His
intervention?

   "This is the last part to the search, but it's the most important. 
Female criminals will go to any length to smuggle naughty things, so you
must check carefully in here and here," she said pointing to Leslie's pussy
and anus.

   Reaching around Leslie's backside, being careful not to block the view
of any child, Officer Tracy took each side of Leslie's pussy with her thumb
and middle finger and spread it widely exposing her tender moist pink
vagina inside.  "You need to pay careful attention to right here," she
said, pointing to Leslie's swelling clit with her index finger.

   Leslie was beside herself as Officer Tracy's index finger gently rubbed
her clit and the officer's touch in the name of education was almost too
much for her to bear.  Her arousal was building uncontrollably and she
couldn't help it.  As much as she tried to hold back her impending climax,
it continued anyway and she was gasping as she envisioned the girls looking
at her drippy pinkness.

   The girls leaned in and looked closely at what Officer Tracy pointed at.
They could see a tiny white nub buried deep within the pink fleshy sheath
inside the top of her slit.  Right before their eyes they watched Mrs
Gaye's pussy turn a deeper shade of red and begin to open like a flower.

   Gasps and giggles and cries of "Whoa," and "Wow," were heard from the
excited girls.

   With three fingers pressed together, Officer Tracy pushed them deeply
into Leslie's squishy cunt, and she moaned softly, losing herself in the
humiliating pleasure.

   "You need to feel around in here really good, okay?  Don't be shy about
it.  Make sure that you open your fingers up and move them back and forth
searching and probing."

   The girls all nodded excitedly, and watched as the fingers probed and
fucked in and out, squelching in Leslie's flowing, pulsing vagina.  Just at
the moment when Leslie thought she was going to cum, the fingers pulled out
of her and she groaned loudly at the sudden emptiness.

   Officer Tracy held up three fingers in front of the class and stretched
them apart: strands of thick cunt cream clung to them obstinately.  "Looks
like our suspect is enjoying being searched," she giggled, and the class
burst into laughter.

   "Okay, the last cavity you need to look is here," said the officer
pointing to Leslie's anus.  "Does anybody know what we call this?"

   "Bung hole!" cried Mrs Morris, and the class laughed.  A girl said,
"Anus," another "Asshole," and still another "Brownie".

   "All correct terms, girls," chuckled Officer Tracy.

   As it dawned on Leslie what was going to happen next, she knew that she
wasn't going to be able hang on much longer.  Her clit was throbbing and
she wanted to cum, badly.  Cumming in front of the class was way too
embarrassing to comprehend and she wanted the officer to hurry up and
finish her demonstration.

   Officer Tracy continued, "Every morning at the jail we have anus
inspection where the female criminals line up, bend over and spread their
ass cheeks.  An officer will walk down the line pushing two sometimes three
fingers into each asshole and feeling around in there.  We're looking to
see if anything naughty has been inserted into the anus."

   The girls and Mrs Morris nodded excitedly.

   "Please...hurry," panted Leslie, "please...finish." As much as she
wanted to cum, she just couldn't with her whole class watching.  It just
wouldn't be right to expose such young girls to something so wicked, but
Officer Tracy ignored her request.

   She looked over her shoulder as the woman pushed one finger and then
another into her tight little asshole.  She squealed loudly at the sudden
intrusion, but the fingers, still slick from her cunt slid in easily.  Her
squeal turned into a moan.  She couldn't hold back anymore and cum leaked
from her.  She bit her lower lip as her pussy orgasmed and her anus
squeezed the officer's fingers in a lovers grip.

   "Very nice, Mrs Gaye," said Officer Tracy, pushing her two fingers
deeper into her anus.

   Leslie did the best she could not to emit too audible a sound, but
moaned loudly as her cunt twitched and dripped love juice.  There were more
gasps and cheers from the girls as they watched their teacher cum in rapt
and now aroused fascination.

   Leslie's mind drifted in and out of reality.  She just couldn't believe
she'd done that!  Her stomach heaved as she caught her breath.  She'd cum
in front of the class!  Oh no, what would they think of her?  What would
God think of her?  Her mind clouded as her orgasm continued to ripple
through her so she barely understood the officer when she spoke to the
class.

   "Okay, girls, now put on your rubber gloves and step over here," she
instructed.

   As the girls and Mrs Morris put on their gloves Officer Tracy reminded
them that adult women can carry icky diseases especially a female suspect
like Mrs Gaye and wearing rubber gloves prevented the spread of female
diseases.

   Leslie couldn't make sense of the officer's request or what she was
saying.  Why did the girls need rubber gloves?  Her mind filled with mixed
messages as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

   "Now I want all of you to check each of the suspect's three cavities the
way I showed you.  There are too many of you to start with her mouth so you
can do it any order you choose, okay?"

   The girls nodded excitedly and surrounded the handcuffed, bent over
teacher, pressing in around her, Mrs Morris joining them with equal
enthusiasm.

   Leslie couldn't think straight.  She barely realized that she was still
naked, handcuffed, her feet spread three feet apart, and bent over in front
of the class.  Her breasts grew heavier by the second as they filled with
gravitational blood flow.  Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed and if
she was touched again, she knew she would cum again.  Her body tingled with
electricity.

   The officer stepped beside Leslie and told the class, "Remember positive
control?  I'll maintain positive control while you conduct your cavity
search of this female suspect, and remember, don't forget her breasts."

   She grabbed Leslie by the hair and wrists pulled back, extending her
neck and forcing her mouth to open, while she pulled up Leslie's arms
forcing her shoulders down even further and her back to arch which made her
already swollen breasts feel even heavier.  She whimpered at the strain but
tried desperately to rationalise what was happening to her: this was just
all part of the demonstration and she was doing her part.  She didn't want
the kids to think she was a wimp and couldn't take being a little
uncomfortable for a few minutes.

   As the girls and Mrs Morris pressed in around the naked and controlled
Mrs Gaye, Leslie felt latex covered hands roam her body, squeeze her
breasts and nipples, probe her pussy and anus, and pump inside her mouth.
The sensation was too much for the hapless heated faculty adviser.  As much
as she tried to prevent the arousal, she couldn't help but let her body
respond to the over-stimulation and moaned loudly.

   She barely heard the first girl that poked three fingers in her asshole
squeal "E-e-e-w-w-w" with delight when Leslie's sphincter squeezed down
reflexively on her fingers.

   "See that class?" Officer Tracy said as she watched Leslie's anus spasm
around the girl's little fingers.  "We call that a `lovers grip' and it's a
positive reaction from the female suspect that she likes the finger probe
of her asshole."

   Leslie's body was a mass of wild sensations and she was cumming.  She
couldn't hear the clinical sounding discussions going on around her.  The
touching, probing, poking and squeezing sent her heart rate through the
roof and all she could hear was the ringing in her ears, the pumping of her
heart.

   "E-e-w-w, that felt cool!  Do that again, Mrs Gaye," the girl said when
she felt Leslie's anus tighten around her fingers again.  The other girls
were crowding in as the youngster asked Officer Tracy, "Does that mean her
anus loves my fingers?"

   Officer Tracy laughed, "Yes it does, like a boyfriend and girlfriend."

   Another girl pinched Leslie's left nipple.  "Oh, COOL!" she exclaimed
when she felt it how swollen it was and then pinched her right nipple.

   "Let me try!" another girl asked excitedly pushing the first girl aside.


   "Easy girls, no pushing and shoving, everybody will get a lot of chances
to search the female suspect," Officer Tracy said.

   One girl had the left nipple and the other girl had her right and both
girls pinched and pulled, squeezing and stretching the inflamed buds.

   "That's it girls," Officer Tracy said.  "Pull down on her nipples like
you are milking a cow, that's it.  Okay, yes, push four fingers into her
cunt.  Mrs Morris you might want to try three or four fingers in her
asshole, there you go.  Really search around in there."

   Mrs Morris smiled.  "Oh My, look at this!"

   Officer Tracy and the four girls standing next to Mrs Morris looked at
what she was doing.  She had three fingers in Leslie's anus as her
sphincter muscle was flexing back and forth.

   "Wow, Mrs Morris, Mrs Gaye's anus really loves your fingers!" a girl
said.

   "My guess is that her anus is doing it automatically without thought or
input from her brain," Officer Tracy replied.

   "I guess my fingers should ask her anus for a date?" Mrs Morris said,
pumping hard and deep, and everybody laughed.

   "Wow, that's totally cool, I wanna try, Mrs Morris!" another girl said.

   Leslie finally lost it when a girl, squatted between her firmly spread
legs and, manipulating her pussy lips, screamed with glee, "I FOUND IT!" as
she pushed the sheath from around Leslie's swollen and throbbing clit.  Mrs
Morris pulled her fingers out of Leslie's anus and knelt beside the girl.
"Here do this," she said as she gently took Leslie's clit between her index
finger and thumb and rolled it around.

   Leslie came, tried to scream with the pleasure overload and her cunt
contracted repeatedly squirting love juice onto Mrs Morris' gloved hand. 
Choked by fingers in her mouth, she gasped for air through flared nostrils,
and the best she could do was groan a muted moan,
"U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h," because of the latex covered fingers that
swabbed her mouth.

   "Something's happening HERE!" the girl said who was watching Mrs Morris
roll Leslie's clit between her fingers.  Other girls leaned and watch
Leslie's pussy spasm.

   "Her pussy is cumming girls, Mrs Gaye is cumming just for us," Mrs
Morris said as she released Leslie's clit.

   As Mrs Morris stood back, a girl stuck her hand into Leslie's well-lubed
slit.  She moved her hand and fingers around and then cried out excitedly,
"Hey, what's this bump just inside her cunt?"

   "Oh, you found Mrs Gayes' G-spot," Officer Tracy smiled down at the
girl.

   "What is a G-spot?"

   "That bump is a sensitive area on the inside of her cunt and it is
highly sensitive so that she will cum and cum as you gently rub it with
your index finger."

   "Cool!" replied the girl as she used her index finger on the G-spot, and
Leslie shrieked as another orgasm exploded in her.  Weak and disoriented,
she quickly tried to recover from the humiliation but her eyes rolled
around in her head and she barely knew where she was.  Her body was a set
of frayed nerve endings that flared at every touch.

   The girls repeatedly made their way around the helpless Mrs Gaye in a
round robin fashion.  Mrs Morris stood in front of her, put her left hand
on the back of Leslie's head and her right hand into her mouth so see if
she had a gag reflex.  She didn't and Mrs Morris and Officer Tracy smiled
at each other.  Leslie came and came, her taught stomach heaving in and out
while all the time Officer Tracy held her in a tight grip so that she
couldn't move.  For some reason Leslie felt safe and secure in the
officer's grip, even though she was cumming like crazy.

   The girls had found her swollen, protruded clit and rubbed and pinched
it, rubbed her G-spot and stuck fingers into her anus.  Her puffy nipples
were pinched, pulled and tweaked, too.  Her body reacted instinctively and
involuntarily to the little fingers and the pleasure that they gave her,
all thought of God and prayers and sin guilt overridden by her orgasms.

   As the tiny fingers pushed in and out, up and down, swirling around in
every orifice, Leslie was forced to taste all her bodily fluids and her
anus over and over as the girls wiped their gloved hands in her mouth.  All
her senses were firing at the same time and she exploded into orgasm after
orgasm with muted moans from fingers stuffed in her mouth:
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m, a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h."

   When the 'search' was finally complete, Officer Tracy un-cuffed the
delirious Mrs Gaye and the tapped the spread bar which shrunk in size,
gathering it up and attaching it to her belt.  Leslie's legs trembled and
she sank to the floor, her saturated thighs wide apart, oblivious of the
spectacle she presented.

   "There is a women's restroom over there," Officer Tracy told her.  "Get
dressed in there and throw away these gloves.  Girls, leave your gloves
with Mrs Gaye.  After you're done composing yourself meet us through that
door," she said pointing to the right door.  "And don't take too long."
Leslie just nodded her head and as the girls walked by they dropped their
soiled gloves on her.

   "What do we say to Mrs Gaye, girls?" asked Officer Tracy.

   "Thank you Mrs Gaye!!" they replied.

   Mrs Morris gathered the children and followed Officer Tracy out the door
for next part of the tour.

   **

   As Leslie recovered from the 'search' demonstration and as her senses
returned, she felt dirty, used, and humiliated.  How could her body betray
her like that?  She knew that she had done sinful seeming things with her
classes but that was in her role as an educator.  Today was different:
today she felt as if she was being used, exploited, deliberately
humiliated. Didn't she pray to God?  Where was he?  Why did he let this
happen?  Yet again, she felt that her faith was slipping away.

   She stared at her reflection in the mirror.  "It's still all in the name
of education, even here," she told herself firmly, trying to believe it,
but her nipples ached from all the pinching and pulling, her cunt was raw
and her anus hurt from all the probing fingers.

   She slowly gathered together her trampled clothes, tucked in her blouse,
straightened her skirt and fixed her hair.  She sighed as she thought how
pleasurable it had been to help teach the girls about body cavity searches
and felt a tingle race up her spine.  "Yes, education," she thought, trying
to push away her guilt.  And there was Officer Tracy...

   She shuddered at the recent memory and her nipples hardened.  The vision
of the entire group of girl's touching her and examining her gave her goose
bumps all over again and she felt her sore cunt moistening.  She shook her
head to clear her mind and get back to the task at hand.  She never
envisioned that being a faculty adviser could be this challenging, even
with what had gone on the last two weeks.

   Just before Leslie left the bathroom, she looked around the room for the
first time and noticed the pictures that adorned the walls.  There were
posters of naked women bound and gagged, another poster that showed a woman
on her hands and knees behind a pre-teen looking girl.  The woman had her
head buried in the young girl's ass cheeks with a caption that read...'A
Woman's Place'.  Leslie shuddered: what a weird place this is, she thought,
shaking her head uncomprehendingly and trying not to imagine what it must
be like to tongue a preteen's anus.

   Drawing a deep breath, she left the restroom and met up with Officer
Tracy as she led the class to the booking room and jail downstairs.  The
group noisily made their way through the long stairwell that echoed their
every step, chattering excitedly.  As they banged their way past the fire
door to enter the jail complex, they entered a wide hallway that had four
small rooms on the left and a solid concrete wall on the right.

   "These are the interrogation rooms," Officer Tracy said as she pointed
at one room.  Mrs Morris and the girls peeked inside and Leslie peeked into
the last room she was next to.  Each room had a camera set up in the
corner. On the walls of the room were hooks and rings that protruded from
the wall.  On the table in each room were whips, crops, tasers, chains,
cuffs, and spreader bars.

   "We bring female suspects and criminals here for closer interrogation
and examination."

   Mrs Morris and girls nodded approvingly, but Leslie shuddered to think
what went on in the rooms.

   As the group continued down the hall they were greeted by a formation of
six female jail guards that lined the right side.  The guards all stared
straight ahead with their hands placed behind their backs, precisely
positioned in the small of their backs in a rigid stance.

   "These guards are the interrogation team.  It is their job extract
information from the female suspect or criminal using whatever means
necessary.  Also, these guards report directly to the judge and are
accountable only to her."

   Mrs Morris and the girls were impressed and stared at them.  To Leslie
the sight of the guards was also impressive, yet scary.

   The girls quietly moved to the left of the formation, passing directly
in front of them.  None of the guard's, dressed in dark blue slacks and
pale blue shirts adorned with a thick leather belt with a matching strap
that ran over one shoulder, let their eyes shift from their focal point
straight to the front.  It was an eerie sight as the females stood
motionless like statues, as the group of children followed by Leslie passed
in front.

   As Leslie herded the last girl past the line of guards and out of the
room, she didn't notice all the eyes of the guards break from their
disciplined position to follow her and ogle her firm figure.  She didn't
see them all smiling.

   The whole downstairs was void of sunlight and just seemed darker because
of it.  As the group turned the corner they were ushered into a large empty
room.

   Officer Tracy spoke in a loud voice to speak over the natural
chamber-like effect of a concrete building, "This is where female suspects
coming into the jail are briefed on jailhouse rules.  From here they move
into the next room where they give up all their personal possessions, then
are photographed and finger printed, and where charges against the female
suspects are filed.  They will then be moved to the showers where they are
sanitized, issued jail clothes and taken to Judge Synder's courtroom for
their hearing before being assigned to their cells."

   The girls were all mesmerized by the sheer size and magnitude of the
jail and its procedures and they exchanged nervous glances as they imagined
what it must be like to be kept here.  Officer Tracy sensed their curiosity
and moved to dispel some of their anxiety.

   "So today, we have arranged for your faculty adviser, Mrs Gaye, who has
graciously volunteered to be our 'female suspect', to show you all exactly
how it works."

   The class erupted in noisy applause and all eyes settled upon Leslie
standing stunned in the back of the room.  She hadn't 'volunteered' for
anything - had she?  Maybe she did during the body cavity and didn't
remember.

   She didn't fully have a grasp on the implications of being the `female
suspect' but she agreed after looking at Mrs Morris.  It was all in the
name of education anyway.  Miss Johnson had said it was her job to do as
she was told and, after all, Mrs Morris was the teacher, so she couldn't
very well expect her to be the 'female suspect'.

   The applause began to die down as she walked to the front of the room to
meet Officer Tracy.  The tall blonde officer's green eyes looked deeply
into Leslie's as she stepped in front of the taller woman and Leslie felt a
flood of wetness in her cunt and her nipples hardened.  She squeezed her
legs together, embarrassed at the inexplicable surge of arousal and her
desire not to drip.  Her stomach tightened momentarily as she gathered her
senses.

   `Where did that come from?' she asked herself in shocked amazement.  All
Officer Tracy did was look at her and she felt this rush of arousal.  How
did that happen and more importantly, WHY?  Leslie considered herself
'straight' as an arrow despite what had happened to her the last two weeks
and she was married and was a God-fearing woman.  Her momentary
indiscretions of the last hour or so were only strange anomalies like
everything else in the last week.

   As Leslie fumbled with the whys and the hows of what just took place,
she was brought back to reality when Officer Tracy took her by the arm. 
"Okay, let's begin shall we?"

   The officer led her into the next room.

   Another tall beautiful blonde guard greeted her and the class from
behind a long counter.

   "Okay, give me all your personal possessions, Miss Suspect," she said in
a voice that was half teasing, half official.

   Mrs Morris and the girls chuckled at the serious look on the blonde
guard's face as she stared at Leslie through big blue eyes.

   "Come on, let's go, we don't have all day," the officer added more
sternly.

   Leslie still wasn't sure she was serious but she thought she should play
along anyway just in case, so she pretended to search her pockets and give
the guard her 'possessions'.

   The guard was not amused.

   She glared at Leslie and said, "Let's go.  Off with them."

   Leslie didn't understand what the guard meant and looked back at her
blankly.

   "Your clothes, give me your clothes, suspect!" the guard demanded.

   Leslie was shocked.  `She can't be serious, can she?' she asked herself.

   She felt her blood pressure rise as she looked around the now silent
room.  It seemed like everyone was holding their breath at once, waiting to
see her reaction.  Leslie's eyes pleaded with Officer Tracy.  She pressed
the officer visually to 'help her out' but she only stared back at her with
a matter-of fact look, as if saying, 'This is normal, just do as you're
told.'

   Flustered, Leslie made a quick scan of the room and realized everyone
was waiting on her.  She felt herself begin to tremble, as the thought of
stripping in front of the class yet again seemed totally wrong.  She knew
this whole day was dedicated to teaching the girls about the justice
system, but she wondered once more if this was really necessary.

   `Can't they just 'explain' what they do?  Do they really have to
demonstrate everything?' she wondered.  She didn't understand the need to
be so graphic, but felt the growing pressure to get on with it.  She
guessed this must be just part of the education process so she reluctantly
reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.

   Before she pulled it open and off her shoulders, she paused.  She looked
around the room at the girls, Mrs Morris, Officer Tracy and the guard
behind the desk one more time, just to make sure she was really supposed to
do this.

   When she saw their excited faces she realised that the girls were
completely absorbed by what was happening, their eyes filled with
anticipation.  Perhaps after all, she thought, by playing the role of the
suspect she was actually helping them learn something from the day's
activities.

   She pulled her blouse off and handed it to the blonde officer behind the
counter.  Her large puffy red nipples sprang to life again and hardened
like erasers despite the abuse they had taken earlier.  She blushed at
their reaction, wishing they wouldn't do that, and vainly tried to cover
herself.

   "Now the skirt!" said the officer, as she dropped Leslie's blouse behind
the counter.  "Hurry up, we don't have all day, Mrs Morris has to get the
kids back to school before lunchtime."

   Leslie felt a little faint as she unzipped her skirt and lowered it to
the floor revealing her pussy.  She used her free hand to try and cover her
vagina, her breasts hanging freely as she bent over to step from her skirt.
As she handed the officer her skirt, Leslie felt the eyes of every student
and guard roam her body and scan every inch of her nakedness.  The guard
dropped her skirt behind the counter.

   "Shoes too," said the officer.

   Leslie had almost forgotten about her five-inch stiletto's and kicked
them off and handed them to the officer as well.  Now she the same height
as the girls in the class but was shorter than Mrs Morris and definitely
way shorter than Officer Tracy and probably the guard behind the counter.
She suddenly felt very vulnerable.  Looking over at Officer Tracy, the
muscular woman just looked right back at her, making Leslie realize that
there was nothing she could do to avoid whatever was going to happen next.

   The guard took her shoes and tossed them behind the counter and said,
"Okay, picture time."

   On cue, the camera officer came into the room and Leslie was confused:
hadn't they already done that?  "Stand over there against that white
backdrop with the ruler beside it."

   Leslie did as she was told.  Officer Tracy walked over with a placard
with the words, "Guilty Inmate 56143", written on it.  The placard had a
string around it so Officer Tracy placed it around Leslie's neck.

   "Smile Mrs Gaye," the camera operator said, but she couldn't.

   "Smile!" Officer Tracy barked.

   Leslie looked desperately at the sea of faces: some of the girls were
smiling up at her, even making faces, and she smiled weakly.  The camera
operator took close-ups of a mug shot, then full frontal, had Leslie turn
to her side and finally took pictures of her backside.

   Looking down at her form, the guard behind the desk asked if Leslie had
any marks on her body.  Officer Tracy walked over and ran both her hands
over and up and down Leslie's body.  Leslie closed her eyes as the strong
fingers roamed over her body, seeming to touch every sensitive part, and
she felt herself getting wetter again.

   "Nothing," said Officer Tracy.  "Perfect skin for a female suspect."

   Next came the fingerprinting and then Leslie was ordered to stand in
front of the wall with her nose touching.

   "Mrs Morris I need you and your girls to sign and date these forms,"
Officer Tracy said firmly.  "These are the crimes that Mrs Gaye is being
charged with.  You and the girls are signing as witnesses to her crimes."

   Leslie turned around.  "What a minute..."

   "Hush, Mrs Gaye, be a good female suspect and this will all soon be
over."

   She burned with embarrassment but turned back around.

   After a quick minute or two Leslie heard the guard behind the desk say,
"Here you go Officer Tracy, this electronic pad has her pictures, charges,
fingerprints and all her other information."

   "Thank you very much.  Okay girls time for the next room.  Mrs Gaye,
follow us."

   Officer Tracy led them into the next room, which was a large shower room
with brown tiled floors and walls that housed several free standing shower
pods with multiple shower heads on each and hooks attached to the ceiling
next to the shower heads.  Two very tall female guards wearing thin string
bikinis and holding towels in each hand awaited them inside.

   Leslie covered her breasts with her hands as the brunette guard turned
on a shower and stepped back as the water sprayed out.

   Officer Tracy stepped up to Leslie and whipped out her pink handcuffs,
something unnoticed by Leslie because she was looking right into the
officer's cleavage.  She felt herself mesmerised: Officer Tracy's breasts
were an inch from her mouth.  All Leslie could think of was to just lean in
slightly and kiss both nipples then rest her head between those delicious
tits as the officer held her in both arms.  An image floated into her head,
of her and Officer Tracy standing next to each other holding hands with
pink hearts floating around them, absorbing her so much that she was
unaware as the officer took her left hand and right hand and cuffed them
together in front of her.

   'Oh God forgive me," she thought, still preoccupied and with a look of
horror on her face, 'where did that come from?  No, no, no, I'm not a
lesbian, I'm a God fearing married woman.'

   Officer Tracy stepped back, "Okay she is all yours."

   The redheaded guard stepped toward Leslie and took her by the arm with
her towel-covered hand and guided her under the shower head.

   Leslie gasped back to reality as the cool water splashed her shoulders
and wet her hair.

   "Raise your arms," commanded the red head.

   Leslie, without thinking, immediately did what the officer demanded.  It
was then she realized that she had cuffs on her hands.  The brunette guard
was behind now and put both her hands on either side of Leslie's chest and
lifted her up.  The redheaded guard hooked Leslie's handcuffs on the hook
next to the shower head.  Now Leslie was standing on the balls of her feet
with her arms raised over her head.

   Within seconds the water heated up and she felt the terry cloth covered
hands of the two guards begin to wash her.  The soaked towels raced up one
side of Leslie's soft, firm body and down the other sending shivers of
delight shooting through her soul.

   She gasped and turned automatically in response to the unexpected
touches and inadvertently turned directly into more touches.  She held her
breath as each new stroke made her nipples harder and harder.  She was
choking for air.  Her mind was swarming with sensations she found hard to
explain.

   Leslie's raised breasts protruded provocatively with her arms stretched
overhead.  Her nipples, already hard, bristled with tiny goose bumps as she
felt the brunette washing her breasts with the coarse terry cloth towels.
The friction across her taught nipples caused Leslie's pussy to swell with
excitement.  She whimpered as the sensations sent floods of moisture into
her vagina and she squeezed her knees together to try and hide it: the
girls had already seen her lose control once; she couldn't let it happen
again.

   As the officer's hands circled Leslie's firm mounds, pushing them,
lifting them and pulling on them, Leslie was mentally whisked away to
another place and time.  She felt a liquid being applied to her hair, it
smelled like rose shampoo.  The strong fingers of the redheaded guard
worked the shampoo into Leslie's scalp massaging her head.  Her mind
drifted as she imagined it was Officer Tracy.

   `No, no, oh God, what is happening to me?' thought Leslie.

   Then another image popped into Leslie's head, that of Officer Tracy
scooping her up in her strong arms, Leslie putting her arms around the
officer's neck and laying her head in the crook of her arm as she felt
safe, protected and most of all, loved.

   `Oh God, where did come from?  Heaven forbid, am I falling in love with
Officer Tracy?'

   She inhaled deeply and felt her stomach tense involuntarily as the
brunette massaged her breasts.  Leslie peeked down to watch the circling,
squeezing and tugging that caused her cunt to spasm.  She held her breath
and closed her eyes as the officer grabbed handfuls of her firm milky
breasts and squeezed them firmly, tugging gently on her nipples.

   Leslie's arousal was building and she didn't really understand it.  She
was just letting the guards demonstrate the shower procedure and sanitation
in front of Mrs Morris and the girls, yet the sensations caused by the
guard's terry cloth covered hands caressing her hypersensitive skin was
unbelievable.  She repeatedly tried to twist and turn away from all the
touches, but it made no difference.

   Leslie's nipples were aching they throbbed so hard.  Her legs were
getting weaker by the second.  Her stomach convulsed as she gasped for air.
When the redheaded officer slipped her hand down Leslie's stomach in a
direct attack on her vagina, she let out a loud embarrassing moan,
"O-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h," that was heard by everyone.  Leslie tried to
squeeze her legs together to prevent the officer's hand from massaging her
pussy, but she only served to entrap the hand and crush it deeper into her
sex.

   Leslie flexed her buttocks and twisted her hips in a vain attempt to
remove the officer's hand from her swollen soft fleshy cunt but the
redheaded officer was now standing in front of her, her tits and pelvis
pressing against her.  Leslie closed her eyes and moaned a whimpering moan,
"U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-o-o-o-h-h-h-h", that ended through pierced 'kissing'
lips.

   She knew deep down she was building toward another orgasm.  She was
getting good at recognizing the signs.  She glanced around the room and
could see Officer Tracy, Mrs Morris and the girls watching the two officers
gliding their hands over her body.  Try as she might to stifle the
sensations she was feeling they were overwhelming her.  Her eyes rolled
around in her head as it dropped listlessly from side-to-side.  Her flat
stomach flexing in and out produced audible gasps and moans that everyone
could hear.

   Despite her best effort to wriggle free from the officers' touches,
Leslie was losing control.  As much as she wanted to avoid another
embarrassing orgasm in front of the class, she wouldn't be able to avoid it
much longer if the officer's didn't stop and stop very soon.

   When both officers began to work on Leslie's legs she felt like she was
ready to explode.  If she didn't know any better she thought she had to
pee. A liquid wall was pushing against her loin as her clit throbbed and
pulsated.  If she felt another coarse terry cloth stroke her tender pussy
she would lose control for sure.

   Leslie managed to hold her breath long enough to peek down just as the
redhead paused at her inner thigh.  When she met the redhead's dreamy green
eyes, Leslie almost melted.  The guard's tits were now hanging free of the
bikini top and her nipples were rock hard.  The redhead looked deep into
Leslie's eyes and with a devilish grin forced the edge of her terry cloth
covered hand deep into Leslie's swollen pinkness and slowly dragged it
upward.

   Every fiber of the coarse material slowly yet crisply plucked its way
over Leslie's hypersensitive clit like a pick on a guitar string.  As bolts
of electricity shot up her trembling body, she sucked in more and more air
through repeated short gasps until she could take it no more.  Her abused
clit signalled it had had enough and released its contents in a flood of
orgasmic girl cum accentuated by a long loud groan of pleasure,
"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

   Her hips pumped in primal lust and her anus tightened and released in
spasmodic convulsions.  Her mouth hung open as every ounce of air left her
body and her cunt pumped repeated spurts of liquid cum.

   She started to falter but she managed to grip the hook and hang on.  Her
body, rocked by the massive orgasm, twisted and twitched as the officers
continued to 'wash' her.  The redheaded officer paid special attention to
her quivering pussy as she washed the last of her girl cum off her pussy
and thighs and Leslie, drowsy and incoherent, didn't even realize the woman
wasn't using her towel anymore.

   The brunette and the redhead stood up looking at Leslie who had her eyes
closed and was breathing deeply.  The brunette standing behind Leslie
lifted her up and the redhead removed the handcuffs from the hook.  As two
guards let her down Leslie almost fell to the floor her legs were so weak.
The redhead caught her and steadied her for a moment.  The brunette got the
cuff keys from Officer Tracy and undid the handcuffs handing them back to
the officer while Leslie rubbed her wrists.

   Mrs Morris and the girls stared at her in silence, almost overwhelmed
themselves by the power of her orgasm and it was only when Officer Tracy
started to speak that their attention returned.

   "After the female suspect's cleaning, we issue them their new clothes"
she said as she threw some orange clothes towards Leslie which landed on
the wet shower floor.

   Leslie picked them up and looked at them.  There was a short pleated
bright orange skirt and a bright orange blouse with stencilled words
"GUILTY INMATE" on the back of it.  On the front of the blouse over the
left breast pocket it said, "Personal Property of Judge Snyder," and over
the right breast pocket, the number, "56143".

   Mrs Morris asked, "What does it mean by, "Personal Property of Judge
Snyder".

   Leslie was staring at the clothes as Officer Tracy replied, "All female
suspects and females found guilty of their charges immediately become the
personal property of the judge who has total control over them.  The female
remains the personal property of the judge until her sentence is
completed."

   "Thank you," Mrs Morris said and she and the girls muttered approvingly.

   Officer Tracy smiled: what she hadn't said was that Judge Snyder was the
chief pimp of the County.  She freely traded and sold the female criminals
within her jurisdiction with other judges around the State.  Sometimes she
bought female criminals from auction warehouses in other jurisdictions,
buying out their sentence and then earning her money back with interest by
pimping out the women to corporations or individuals or even groups.  The
court system, of which Judge Snyder and the other female judges were a
part, had three conditions when they pimped out the female criminals: one -
no fatalities, two - no broken bones, and three - no broken or damaged
skin. It didn't matter to the judge who paid for her girls, whether it was
a group of boys and girls that pooled their money or church groups or
lodges, as long as it was cash.

   Leslie looked over at Officer Tracy.  "Don't I get to dry off first?  I
mean, like dry my hair and such?"

   "No, inmate, put the clothes on just as you are."

   Leslie gulped but did as she was told and the girls, the two bikini clad
guards, Mrs Morris and Officer Tracy stood in a semi-circle watching her as
she struggled.

   The orange blouse immediately stuck to her skin.  She had a hard time
pulling it down over breasts and straightening it down her back.  Her
nipples were still rock hard and poking out as if it was a wet t-shirt
contest.

   With her wet top mostly in place she looked at everybody.

   "Go on, inmate put them on," ordered the red headed guard.  "You will be
wearing them for the rest of the day and when you get back to school."

   Leslie bent over to pull up the skirt and asked, "Do I get panties and a
bra with these clothes?"

   Everybody laughed.  "No," Officer Tracy replied, grinning, "but you do
get a pair of 4 inch orange stiletto heels that you get to keep." She
paused dramatically.  "Oh and the school district will deduct fifty dollars
from your paycheck for the blouse, skirt and heels.  Every female criminal
has to pay her own way here."

   Once more, everybody laughed and, humiliated, Leslie stepped into the
high heels.

   Officer Tracy walked over to her holding the handcuffs.  "Turn around
and arms behind your back inmate." Leslie almost hesitated but submitted to
the officer's authority.  Next Officer Tracy took the pink ball gag from
her belt.  "Open wide inmate," she ordered and Leslie obeyed.  Then Officer
Tracy knelt down and took a pair of ankle cuffs with a short chain from her
belt.  "We call this the baby walker," she said as she secured both ankle
cuffs.  "She can only take baby steps now as she walks." She stood back
from Leslie, looking her over.  "Now this is a properly "tricked out"
female criminal who is ready for the courtroom."

   "Okay, girls, I understand that Judge Snyder has her court in session
and that you are also going to attend the hearing, so follow me.  You,
inmate, go through that door, to open it just lean against it."

   Leslie waited for Mrs Morris and the girls to pass by and then took baby
steps towards the other door.

   ********

   As the class filed into the courtroom the judge looked up.  "Aw, there
you are," she said cheerfully.  "I have been waiting..."

   At that moment, Leslie baby-stepped into the courtroom through the other
door and the judge burst out laughing.  "I see that Mrs Gaye has been shown
the finer points of our jail system?"

   "Yes, your honor," said Officer Tracy, smiling broadly.

   Leslie looked around to find the courtroom was full of women and girls,
and she turned several shades of red as they all appeared to be staring at
her in her bright orange jail clothes, pink ball gag, handcuffs and ankle
cuffs.  She was still wet from the shower and the blouse and skirt clung to
her skin, her nipples poking out something fierce.

   "Mrs Gaye, female criminals are not allowed to sit or talk in my
courtroom, so baby-step your way over to that criminal standing in the box.
The rest of you, please make room for these wonderful girls and their
teacher to sit.  They are here on a field trip."

   Leslie looked straight ahead and baby-stepped her way to the dock where
another women in the same orange blouse, skirt, heels and ball bag was
standing.  Leslie, feeling really awkward, stood next to the woman as the
girls and Mrs Morris were sitting down.

   "Bailiff, if you please..." started the judge as she rapped her gavel on
the bench.

   "Yes ma'am.  This court is now in session," announced the tall female
guard as she pulled out her tablet.  "The honorable Judge Snyder
presiding." The courtroom fell quiet.

   "The matter before the court today is County versus inmate 44173 also
known as Mrs Delma Collins." For a moment, Leslie thought the bailiff had
got her name wrong until she realised she meant the woman next her.

   The judge tapped on an electronic tablet.  "Ms Peterson, how does this
stupid cunt plead?"

   "Guilty, your honor" replied the public defender.  There was no table or
chairs for the Mrs Henderson or Ms Peterson to sit down, they just stood
there with their hands clasped in front of them.

   "Mrs Henderson, for the benefit of the audience here today, please
explain the charges against this piece of trash."

   "Yes your honor," replied Mrs Henderson.  "In her role as a faculty
adviser at District 50's middle school, inmate 44173 is guilty of saying
`NO' at the girls Pathfinders meeting last Sunday evening."

   There was a collective gasp from the courtroom as they stared at Mrs
Collins.  Leslie looked at her.  She is a faculty adviser too?  She thought
she was the only faculty adviser and she wondered if their jobs were
similar.

   "Please continue Mrs Henderson."

   "The Pathfinders group was studying the `kinky sex practices of
Lesbians'"...  the spectators laughed...  "at their weekly meeting, and on
the agenda was `Lesbian strap-on as a kinky sex practice'" ...  there was
more laughter, even a little clapping..."Inmate 44173 was to bare her anus
to the group who would then take turns using their strap-on's on her. 
Inmate 44173 had earlier drawn the short straw from the group of District
50's faculty advisers, but when it came time to actually getting on her
hands and knees..."

   The courtroom erupted in laughter again.  Leslie couldn't believe what
she was hearing.  Pathfinders?  Surely they were just innocent nine and ten
year-old girls, weren't they?

   "She said `NO' and ran out of the meeting hall," continued the
prosecutor.  "A call was made to your police station and inmate 44173 was
picked up as she was trying to make her way home."

   "Thank you, Mrs Henderson" smiled the judge, "Ms Peterson, I understand
that you and Mrs Henderson have come to a plea bargain in this case?"

   "Yes your honor," smiled Mrs Peterson as she shuffled her feet, "Inmate
44173 agrees to the terms of the plea bargain."

   "For the benefit of the courtroom and this class of wonderful sexy young
girls, please tell us what the plea agreement is."

   "Inmate 44173 agrees to sign over her rights, freedoms and
responsibilities to the court for a period of one year starting today."

   "And what else?" asked the judge.

   "Inmate 44173 also understands that her sentence is for a minimum period
of year up to a maximum of five years, depending on her behavior and
attitude of course."

   "And does this criminal understand what will happen if she is not on her
best behavior?"

   "Yes, your honor," replied the public defender, "her sentence can be
extended for five more years..."

   "Very good" smiled the judge, "Is that all?"

   "Yes your honor," smiled Lori Peterson.

   "In that case, The County rests its case."

   "Guards, take this filth to the interrogation room for further
questioning," commanded Judge Snyder as she pounded her gavel on the desk
top.

   Mrs Collins started crying and trying to talk through her ball gag,
`Nooo, pleash, no..." but two tall blonde haired guards took her by both
arms and walked her out the door.

   The courtroom cheered and clapped, happy that justice had been done. 
Leslie's heart went out to her and she shuddered to think what would happen
to the poor lady in the room with those mean looking guards.

   What Leslie did not know was that in all cases before Judge Snyder is
that Ms Peterson, the public defender, would be taking the woman across the
County tomorrow afternoon to the secret justice department auction
warehouse.  She would be put up for auction for other police and court
districts, and the judge would make some good money at the sale.  The
courthouse that bought Mrs Collins would put her to work in the sex
industry, making their money back.  The other thing was that the state
court system would find a way to extend Mrs Collins sentence to the five
year maximum.  That was the reason this court facility and others like it
were state of the art: inmates like Mrs Collins brought in good money.  The
fact that Mrs Collins wouldn't see her family for the next five years was
not a consideration to the court system.  The state court system had to
self-fund and the inmates were the way to do it.

   "Next case, bailiff," the judge ordered.

   "The next case before the court is `The County versus Inmate 56143 also
known as Mrs Leslie Gaye."

   "I understand Ms Peterson that I can't claim inmate 56143 as a female
criminal?" the judge asked as she looked at Leslie's information on her
tablet.

   "Ah, that is correct your honor.  She's a show trial for Mrs Morris and
her students seated here," smiled the public defender.

   Judge Snyder looked disappointed.  "Hmm, well, what are the charges?"

   "Inmate 56143 is charged with being a floozy, your honor," Ms Peterson
said and the courtroom burst into laughter.

   The judge rapped her gavel several times, "Quiet!"

   Leslie couldn't believe her ears.  A `floozy'?  What was that?

   "Continue Ms Peterson."

   "Inmate 56143 is accused of being a woman of loose moral and religious
character."

   Leslie looked over at Mrs Peterson in shock.  `Loose religious
character?' Leslie tried to scream in her head.

   "In other words, a whore?" asked the judge.

   "Yes your honor."

   'What?' Leslie thought.  'A whore?  There must be some mistake!  She had
only agreed because....' She tried desperately to talk, to explain, but her
ball gag stopped her and slobber dripped down onto her orange shirt.

   "So tell me why she can't be a female criminal?"

   "Inmate 56143 is owned by District 51s middle school.  She is employed
as a faculty adviser and as such the middle school is responsible for her."

   Leslie gave Ms Peterson a worried look.  "Owned me?" her mind screamed.
What does she mean?

   "Go on."

   "Based on the signed witness papers by these lovely young girls and
their teacher, Mrs Morris, it states that inmate 56143 is a floozy.  Mrs
Henderson and I contacted the school and talked to her pimp and she tells
us that inmate 56143 has stated on several occasions that she is whore, not
only to the adults of the school but also lots of students."

   The courtroom looked at Leslie who turned several shades of red.  She
had tears in her eyes as they talked about her like she wasn't even there.
Pimp?  what the hell is a pimp?

   "Is that true 56143?" the judge asked.

   "Nughhhh," Leslie mumbled through the ball gag.  There were snickers and
chuckles around the courtroom.

   The judge smiled.  "Very good, Ms Peterson.  Anything else?"

   Trapped behind her ball gag, Leslie's mind spun.  'What?  Wait, no, what
is going on?  I am not a whore!  I am just playing a role, for the
children! For their education!' She looked desperately at Mrs Morris, at
Officer Tracy, at anyone for support, but they ignored her.

   "No your honor."

   "Mrs Henderson?"

   "No your honor."

   The judged quickly rapped the gavel and adjourned the court.  The court
audience clapped and cheered that show trial was done.  Except that Leslie
had done nothing wrong.  She looked around desperately as the courtroom
began to clear.

   Leslie saw Officer Tracy drop two keys into Mrs Morris' hand, both of
them smiling and laughing.  Then the officer turned towards Leslie and
walked over to her.  Leslie's heart rate went up, a sheen of perspiration
broke out on her upper lip and her stomach tingled for some reason.

   Leslie felt a piece of paper being pressed into her hand behind her
back. Then Officer Tracy leaned in close and said, "Call me sometime and
ask me out on a date," the officer cooed as she gently rubbed the back of
her fingers on Leslie's face.  "I have Saturday evenings and most weekends
free.  Don't be shy, I just might say yes." Leslie felt Officer Tracy's
breath on her face and she almost melted.  She had goose bumps and her
nipples were suddenly rock hard and what was it about her pussy?

   "Girls, please bring Mrs Gaye along, quickly now or you'll miss lunch,"
Mrs Morris said.

   "What do we say to Mrs Gaye, girls?" she asked as Leslie baby-stepped
down the aisle of the bus.

   "Thank you Mrs Gaye for helping us today!" the kids replied.

   Leslie sat in the back of bus a bundle of nerves, still trying to make
sense of what had happened to her, and tears seeped from her eyes.  Perhaps
this was all still part of the role-play.  Perhaps when she got back to
school, Miss Johnson would explain and thank her, and then everything would
be back to normal.  'Yes, that must be it,' she thought and felt a little
consoled.  She prayed to God that the school hallway would be empty as she
went to her classroom because Mrs Morris had left the ball gag, handcuffs
and ankle cuffs in place and the humiliation of taking baby steps down a
hallway full of kids would be too much to bear.

   The bus pulled into the front of the school and Leslie breathed a sigh
of relief: God had answered her prayers, well at least this one: the kids
weren't out for lunch yet.  She had difficulty stepping down from the bus
as Mrs Morris and the kids took off for the school and the bus driver
walked away, and a harder time stepping up the stairs to the front door of
the school.

   As she baby-stepped her way down the hallway she saw Mrs Morris counting
out money into Miss Johnson's hand and then giving her the keys and
Leslie's bag, and both women looked at her and smiled.

   Leslie felt her slobber drip down her chin as she made her way to the
classroom door.  Miss Johnson was sitting behind the desk.

   "Come on Mrs Gaye, hurry-up now, we don't have all day to wait on you,"
she said as she tapped the keys on the desk.

   Leslie finally made it to the front of the desk, huffing and puffing
from the exertion.  Miss Johnson got up from the desk and unlocked one cuff
then dropped the keys on floor in front of Leslie.

   "Take off that silly ball gag!" she ordered impatiently, and Leslie did
so.

   Miss Johnson had dropped Leslie's bag on the floor next to her.  "Get
undressed here," she ordered..

   "Yes Miss." Leslie quickly took of the jail garb and put on the clothes
that she worn coming to school today.  She noticed that Miss Johnson
looking at her body and blushed: her nipples were still hard from all the
attention they had received, and she knew that her cunt was red and swollen
and that there was dried cum on her thighs.

   "Neatly hang-up the jail clothes next to your others."

   "Yes Miss."

   After Leslie had done everything she stood in front of her desk.

   "Miss, may I ask a question?"

   "What is it?" Miss Johnson replied as she graded some papers.

   "What is happening?  I thought that this was just an educational visit
but I ended up being found guilty for something I didn't do.  It was all
for fun of course but I don't understand why is all this happening?"

   Miss Johnson looked up from her work and gave a sigh of annoyance. 
"Don't make such a fuss," she said sharply.  "It is not enough for the
girls simply to watch what happens at the jail.  They also need to
understand the consequences of the crime committed by a female criminal."

   "But...."

   "No 'buts', Miss Gaye," the woman said angrily.  "You are employed here
as a Faculty Adviser.  It is your job to carry out the tasks you are given
through to the end, not give up half way through!"

   Leslie's heart fell as she realized that Miss Johnson did not intend to
answer her question.  Now one other question preyed on her mind.

   "Urm....?"

   Miss Johnson slammed her pen down on the desk.  "Now what?!"

   "What did the courthouse mean that I was owned by the school?"

   "Just that Mrs Gaye, that as the faculty adviser for the school, the
school owns you and controls your activities while on school hours." Miss
Johnson's tone was cold.

   "I still don't understand," Leslie said with a little desperation in her
voice.

   "Then you are dense, Mrs Gaye."

   Leslie blushed.

   "Last Monday morning in Mrs Wright's office you gave all your rights
over to the school when you accepted the faculty adviser position."

   "But..."

   "Didn't read it did you?"

   Leslie's face fell.  "No, Miss"

   "Not my fault Mrs Gaye."

   "Then what is a pimp?" Leslie asked in desperation.

   "I am surprised as a former sex ed teacher you don't know what a pimp
is."

   "No Miss."

   "A pimp is a person who controls whores and arranges clients for them,
just like here at school." Miss Johnson stared at Leslie who blushed.  "I
am your pimp, Mrs Gaye.  I control what you do during school hours, I am
responsible for you." Miss Johnson paused again.  "Just like Mrs Wright
explained to you Monday morning." Leslie still looked confused.

   "But I thought you were my supervisor."

   "I am.  The word supervisor is a fancy word for pimp."



   *****

   When Leslie got home she sat down on the bed exhausted.  Cocks, so many
cocks this afternoon.  If this morning weren't bad enough at the
courthouse, this afternoon Miss Johnson had Leslie jerking off the cocks of
the boys in her sex education classes, four classes of boys, one sixth
grade class, a seventh grade class and two eighth grade classes.  And she
had done it without question or complaint, all the fight in her gone after
her talk with Miss Johnson.  Driving home the inside of her car smelled
like ambrosia.

   Her arm muscles ached as she rubbed her forearms.  The class was titled,
"Male masturbation and the female role".  She had to rub up and down two
cocks at a time as class time was short.  The boys stood there with smiles
on their young faces as Leslie kneeled between them.  After the first class
was done, word had got around for the other classes and the boys had their
pants and underwear off as she and Miss Johnson entered the room.  Miss
Johnson laughed.

   It was simple enough to start with: the eleven year-old's came very
quickly but not all of them could ejaculate.  However, the older boys were
much more prolific and seemed determined to shoot their sperm over Leslie.
She tried to deflect them at first but by the time the last two classes
arrived she was just too tired.

   When the final lesson had ended, her clothes were covered in sperm and
trails of spunk ran across her face and through her hair.  Miss Johnson
laughed at that too.  What did she call it?  Jizm?  Cum?

   Leslie had been taught that masturbation was a sin against God, wasting
the precious life-giving liquid, but Miss Johnson and the boys didn't seem
to care.  She had always believed that but now, after the trauma of today,
she was lost and confused and her thoughts wandered to Officer Tracy.

   Lust: is that what she had?  Did she lust after Officer Tracy?  Did she
lust after those hard cocks sticking up with the boys smiling down at her?
She had been told that sexuality was a gift from God that finds it
fulfillment in the marital relationship, and therefore the misuse of the
gift of human sexuality, like masturbating, was sinful.  But now, all that
cum that shot out of those penises, landing everywhere, on her, on her hair
for God's sake, on the floor, the boys moaning and groaning as they moved
their hips back and forth.  How could that not be a part of God's plan?
As Leslie sat on the master bed in her room she couldn't escape the
images of the middle school boys and their cocks.  Almost every cock she
touched and rubbed was either longer or thicker than her husband's cock! 
These boys were eleven, twelve and thirteen year-old's.  How could their
pre-teen penises be longer and bigger than her husband's?  Some were

already eight inches and others were really thick in circumference.

   The first couple of times that she rubbed her hands up and down on two
penises at once, it had been kind of hard to know where to look.  Looking
up at the two boys seemed needy on her part and besides the boys were
smiling down at her.  Staring at the two penises poking straight at her
seemed kind of perverted, especially as both penises had clear fluid
leaking from the tip.  Miss Johnson answered that question for her.  She
said that a woman should stare at the penises as she jerked them off
because it made the boy feel good about himself, his manhood was display
for her.  She also said that it didn't matter where the `jism' went as long
as she made the boys cum.

   Then another shameful thought entered her head.  On her wedding night
when she lost her virginity to her husband, she realized now that if her
husband's cock was so small, it was pure luck that he had broken her hymen.
She had had no idea what to expect and she remembered him on top of her,
grunting as he thrust inside her: it was only on his fifth or sixth try
that she felt her hymen tear.  She had thought that was normal but now
after looking at and touching those all those pre-teen cocks this afternoon
she knew it was luck on her husband's part.  Guiltily she wondered what
they would have felt like in her ...  cunt.

   As she took her knee stockings off she thought she didn't know much as a
Christian woman and a good wife.  She hurried to get undressed and put her
cum stained clothes in the wash and she was getting out of the shower when
her husband came home.  She came out to greet him with a towel wrapped
around her and towel wrapped around her head drying her hair.  She needed
him so much tonight emotionally but, after her day, also physically and she
thought at least she looked sexy.  As they kissed she smelled alcohol on
his breath but what caught her attention was the smell of cheap perfume.

   She stood at the foot of the bed, expecting him to ask her to tell him
about what had happened, but he simply lay down and went to sleep.  She
felt frustrated with him, not to mention her sexual frustration from this
afternoon.  As she lay down, she saw pre-teen girls in her mind staring at
her, smiling at her, grateful for her, while their little fingers pushed
into her cunt, her asshole.  Her crotch was damp and her hands were clammy.
Why did thinking about girls do this to her?

   Leslie looked at her husband snoring away beside her and her thoughts
drifted to Officer Tracy.  She looked over at her dressing table, at the
small piece of paper with the officer's number on it and her hand slid down
her smooth stomach to her slippery cunt.  `If masturbation was a sin, then
how come it felt so wonderful?' she mused as her fingers found her swollen
clit.
   End of Chapter 11