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You take any and all responsibility for the consequences of re-distributing this story and hold the author blameless in all cases. = = = = = Senior Prank By: Zor Prime (zorprime-crosswinds@excite.com) The end of the school year was fast approaching and, as is customary in American high schools, the senior class of Feltup High felt the need to go out in a blaze of glory not to be topped until the following year. This year was a little different, however. The class clowns and trouble students had gotten together to decide on a senior prank that would mark their graduating class as the one and only masters of the school for years to come. Devising such a grand scheme took many weeks of planning and preparation. The wait was agonizing for the buffoons who were used to instant gratification, but the promised reward was going to make it all worthwhile. During the final week of school, the plan went into action. The organizers enlisted the help of a sophomore, with the idea that the faculty would never suspect him of carrying out such a dastardly prank for at least another two years. This particular student was well known on campus for having a high pitched, feminine voice. Puberty had not fully overtaken his body and he was a prime target for jocks and anyone in the junior or senior class. Even the scrawnier among them were known to pick on him. Ricky, or Rick as he had just recently begun asking people to call him, had been promised a ceasation of ridicule and, assuming the prank went off as planned, a high recommendation to next year's senior class so they wouldn't ridicule him either. Near the end of third period on Wednesday, no more than an hour before lunchtime, Rick went to a pay phone near the library and phoned the principal's office with script he'd been given. As he was a dabbler in the drama club, he was no stranger to reading scripts without sounding like he was reciting lines. This was the second reason he had been chosen for this most important task. Posing as a senior class girl with only one day left to worry about in the school year, Rick told the principal's secretary that "she" intended to make a name for "herself" and that the cafeteria food might taste a little unusual that day. Naturally the faculty were in an panic on what to do. Was this girl going to poison the food? Was she just making idle threats? Was she going to add some non-toxic chemical into the food to make people think they'd been poisoned? Who was she, exactly? When would she strike? Clearly the faculty would have to strike first to ensure they didn't have a nationwide crisis on their hands by that afternoon. The principal called the local police station for advice and when a number of officers arrived on campus, he got on the intercom to call a list of senior girls to the cafeteria for discipline. The names were varied from the well known troublemakers and tough bitches who might be trying to flex their muscles to the very meek and quiet goth girls who might be stereotypical time bombs getting ready to explode and hurt as many people as they could. The police officer in charge of this operation, a sergeant by the name of Edward Strong, had his subordinates lined up inside the cafeteria and blocking all exits from the large, brightly painted room. He advised Principal Saunders that if a brief intimidation session didn't either make the culprit crack or make one of her friends rat on her, then they would have to escalate to more severe tactics in order to ensure not only the safety of the school children but also the reputation of the whole district. The girls slowly meandered into the dining area, the shy and submissive showing up first, with the tough and irresponsible showing up whenever they got around to finishing their cigarettes and make-out sessions with boyfriends, as the bell to end third period sounded. Among them were the known troublemakers Jennifer Lewis and Danielle Stevenson, and the harmless quit girls Tara Dalton and Alexandra Masters. The assembled group numbered nine in all, with none being cheerleaders or scholastic achievers who made the school look good to the national board of education. The girls were lined up with their backs to the North wall of the room, which was all plate glass windows from the ceiling down to about two feet off the ground. This design afforded the room tremendous light for afternoon activities while keeping the electric bill low. This nearly all glass wall looked out into the main lunch courtyard of concrete tables and benches, a few scattered trees in large concrete planets, and on the far North side the science building. All three doors to the room were locked and guarded by a burly policeman with a baton. The remaining two officers stood behind Sergeant Strong as he paced in front of the girls and spoke in a commanding voice about the gravity of the situation and how practical jokes often seem like fun at first but usually turn ugly. "You might not realize it right now, but after the culprit pulls off the prank, he or she almost always winds up regretting it because one of their friends or someone they never thought would get hurt ends up in the hospital or possibly even dead. So even when you have the most humorous intentions, you very often miss some key points in your planning. We are not here to let you learn the hard way, we are here to keep you from making life harder on anyone else. Do I make myself perfectly and completely clear?" He stopped before Danielle Stevenson, a very large and muscular girl who had once tried to get onto the football team and ultimately gave up under extreme pressure from parents about the implications of girls and boys playing together. Her contempt for authority was clear in her sneer as Strong, stone faced, stared into her brown eyes. Her mouth was curled up at the right corner into a derisive sneer and Strong didn't like her attitude one bit. He raised his voice to drill sergeant level and boomed, "Do I make myself clear young lady?" "Yeah you do," Danielle spat. "Good," Strong continued in that same forceful tone, "because I wouldn't want anything I said today to be lost somewhere between your ears young lady." Danielle's eyebrows rose sharply at the insult. Before she could fully formulate an abrasive reply, he had moved on to the shy little goth girl beside her. Tara Dalton caught the brunt of Strong's dominating fury and recoiled. She was used to being dominated by males and accepted it as a normal part of any woman's life. But this resignation never took away the pain or self-loathing she felt when quietly accepting what was given to her, and she very nearly broke out in tears at the officer's harsh words and shouting in her ear. Her gaze fell to her feet which shuffled nervously as she bit into her lower lip. A trickle of blood slid down her milk white chin. Sergeant Strong took the girl's chin firmly in one hand and lifted her gaze back up to meet his. His eyes were ablaze with suspicion. "I want to make it perfectly clear that if any of you realizes the dire importance of this situation and comes forward with information that might be incriminating to one of your friends, will be spared great embarrassment for herself and for the city and might also be rewarded for her courage to do the right thing." He let go of Tara's chin, which sank back to her chest, and walked on to intimidate other girls in the lineup. Half an hour later, when no conclusion had been reached and none of the girls seemed willing to take responsibility or to rat out their friends, Sergeant Strong decided it was time to push the intimidation up a couple of notches. He ordered a stripsearch and cavity search of all the nine girls on the premise that if the culprit were bringing an illegal substance into school with the intent to create panic or even harm amongst the student body, she very likely would have it concealed in a container where no one would find it; most likely somewhere in her vaginal canal, being narrow and secure but much more capable than her rectum of holding a sizable container and safer to her own health than holding a toxic chemical under her tongue. The tough bitches in the lineup voiced protests at the order to strip naked. The shy ones shuffled their feet, bit their lips, and glanced around hoping for an exit from this humiliating hell. Strong and his two backups moved in to impress upon the girls that they fully intended to be obeyed. Batons were slapped into the palms of officers' hands. Principal Saunders voiced his own surprise at this tactic but upon Strong's explanation of common hiding places for drugs, he nodded his balding head and looked on with interest. He nervously wrung his dark brown hands in anticipation of what was to come. He might avoid one fiasco this day, but he certainly might be dragged into another, but at least no one would wind up dead in this second scenario and he still might come up the hero in this one if one of these girls really was hiding something. Knowing he'd have better luck with the goth girls, Sergeant Strong stood tall and proud before Tara and commanded her to strip naked and submit herself for inspection. After a minute of desperately seeking an exit and finding only leering male officers, the trembling girl with dyed maroon hair and black lipstick nervously pulled her black tank top over her head, leaving her upper body covered only by a sheer nylon long sleeved shirt and small black bra encasing her 34B breasts. She then slipped off her three inch heels and wriggled out of her ultra tight black miniskirt to leave her lower body covered only by fishnet stockings and a pair of black satin panties cut low in front and high over her bulemic slim hips. Tara glanced briefly up to the officer's face hoping for any sign of relent, but his gaze was unquavering; jaw set, eyes narrowed to slits of contempt. She looked to the girls to either side of her for support but found none. The one big girl to her right was sneering and seemed to be laughing internally at Tara's humiliation. To her left was another very quiet girl whom Tara only knew in passing to be an art major with an unusual sense of style, from her painted overalls to her multi-colored fingernails and toenails and total lack of any other makeup, the girl was just seen as an oddity with no friends and no place to fit in. "Sometime today little miss morbid," Strong commanded, bringing Tara's attention back to her situation. Her eyes closed and her head bowed even farther down with her chin pushing into her chest as ahe took the bottom edge of her nylon shirt and pulled it slowly up over her young breasts and over her head. She then bent and took her time rolling her fishnet stockings down her slender, hairless legs and bunched them into the cradles of her shoes. She stood and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, but before doing so asked the officer if this was all necessary. "If I tell you no and somebody winds up dead because of a malicious prank, how do you think I'm going to look in the department?" he questioned without blinking or lowering his voice from that drill sergeant tone. "But-- but here? C-can't we do this someplace... someplace else?" "Right here little miss morbid. Not a single one of you is leaving my sight until this problem is resolved and if you intend to resist then I guarantee you will find yourselves all behind bars for refusing to cooperate with the law. This is no joking matter. Do I make myself clear on that? You do not want to toy around with me here. You will either comply with the search or go to jail under suspicion of attempted murder." The bra slipped down and off Tara's little tits and she quickly slid both arms up to cover them, grasping each of her shoulders tightly. "Hand and arms away from your body, or would you rather I assume you're hiding something and haul your butt into jail right now?" Tears suddenly broke free from Tara's eyes and streamed down her powdered white face creating jagged cracks through which her naturally pale skin shone. In no more than a whisper she pleaded, "Do I have to?" Sergeant Strong seemed not to hear her and ordered one of his officers to come and search the trembling, humiliated five foot four inch girl. As the second man stepped up in front of her, Tara reluctantly moved her arms down and away from her naked chest. It was better than having a total stranger grab her and pull her arms down for her. Danielle cackled beside Tara. Her whole face lit up with glee at the wretchedly bashful girl's torment. Danielle, whose breasts were not large by any standard but also not entirely small, always revelled in seeing girls who were less endowed than herself, and Tara's little 34B breasts with their tight, slightly upturned light pink nipples made her especially happy. "Now the panties little miss morbid, or shall Dave here help you out of them?" Tara, hands shaking violently, hooked her thumbs into her panties and, turning to face away from the police, began sliding them down her ivory hips. She faced the large windows of the room and was relieved to know that lunch had not yet started. There was no one in the courtyard. Her panties slid down her slender thighs, over her quaking knees, and down her smooth calves to lie at her feet. The sergeant ordered her to turn and face him and she did, again moving her arms up to cover her small breasts, leaving her very neatly shaven brown pussy exposed between her tightly locked legs. Danielle pointed and jeered. "You're not so scary without any clothes on, are ya?" Tara clamped her eyes shut, trying to block out the whole experience, but a pair of strong male hands grasped her wrists and pulled them down to her sides. The sergeant moved on to Danielle now and, with the same air of command, ordered her to strip. Meanwhile officer Dave collected Tara's clothing and walked back several feet to a single folding table, where he laid out the scanty pieces of cloth and patted them flat to be absolutely certain nothing was hidden within. As Danielle removed her faded blue denim jacket and then her dirty tennis shoes, Strong had to remind Tara twice to keep her arms at her sides and not try to cover herself. The little girl was streaming a continuous flow of tears. Danielle stripped down to her plain white cotton bra and white boxer shorts covered with red hearts. She then put her arms out to her sides and turned around saying, "I'm clean. Next victim." Strong shook his head and ordered her to remove it all. For a moment he and Danielle locked eyes in a battle of will. Neither side was going to give in, so after more than a minute Officer Brandon stepped up and ordered Danielle to assume the position against the glass wall. She did not, so he roughly slapped her exposed belly with his baton. "Ooh, you're so tough," she sneered. Principal Saunders, from halfway across the room, reminded the girl that he still had the ability to fail her and keep her in high school for another year. Sergeant Strong added that he had the ability to lock her up for refusing to cooperate with police during a crisis situation. Another minute passed before Brandon grabbed the girl by her right shoulder and spun her against the glass wall. Her left cheek flattened against a window pane and she cried out that she could do it on her own. The officer kept his grip on her shoulder as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then slowly slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. She took hold of the material in front and pulled it free of her bosoms which were also pressed flat against the glass. The school bell rang to signal the end of fourth period. It was now lunchtime at Feltup High and students began to flood into the courtyard outside the cafeteria. It didn't take long for them to notice two naked girls, one with her tits flattened against the window facing them, and a large crowd of mixed boys and girls formed to gawk, point, laugh, and make obscene gestures with hands and mouths. They watched in fascination, as if God himself was standing before them, as the police stripped each of the nine girls down to her bare flesh. Among them were two frail little goths, a couple of large and muscular girls, one or two chubby girls that no one really knew because they were too unpopular, and a well known and quite despised feminist who had on more than a few ocassions taken a militant stance on gender distinctions and the treatment of women by men. Her name was Claudia Orth and she was the fifth girl to be stripped. Her vocal protests to the whole affair were clear even to those standing and muttering outside the locked cafeteria, and two officers strode up to her, one of them female, pushed her face first against the glass wall, and stripped her. The female officer did the actual removing of clothes to avoid sexual harassment charges, while the male kept his baton in hand and used it to prod the girl's back and to get her to spread her legs by tapping it quickly from one inner thigh to the other. When Claudia stood nake and facing the entire student body of the school, she shouted out loud about filing a lawsuit and the crowd cheered and yelled obscenities about her great tits and thick black pussy. A lot of guys would have loved to fuck her if she hadn't always been such a bitch to them, but they now had their fun at her expense. When all nine girls were naked and standing against the glass, either tits first or ass first, Sergeant Strong ordered them all to place their hands behind their heads and crouch down with legs spread wide. About half the girls complied shakily. The others were encouraged by two additional male officers wielding batons who stepped forward menacingly. Strong then ordered the girls to cough three times. Even though most of the young women coughed only half-heartedly, the emptiness of the large room echoed their sounds. Strong was convinced they could all try harder and he told them so. Again the half-hearted coughs began. He growled, "you can either cough like you mean it or we can inspect each and every one of you internally for concealed items. A few girls coughed quite loudly but Strong was still not convinced. At the sergeant's command, the lone female officer donned a pair of white latex gloves and spread some petroleum jelly on each of her fingers. She started at one end of the line and knelt before each shivering girl. Alexandra Masters was first up and the female officer tried to be very polite and soothing in asking her to spread her legs for a quick examination. The girl wordlessly shook her head and the officer had to pushed her left elbow in between the girl's thighs and push them apart. She then slipped her right index finger into the girl's clean shaven cunt, spreading the vaseline around generously. "Please remember, this is for your own safety and the health and well being of everyone at this school," the officer said with not a hint of spite or glee in her raspy, thirty-four year old smoker's voice. Alexandra whimpered and shuddered with fear and bizarre arousal as the woman's finger worked in and out and all around her far from virgin slit. The officer was very thorough, reaching in as far as her two-and-a-half inch fingers would go and probing every crevice and crease. Alexandra's head rolled back as she neared orgasm, her long auburn hair bunching up around her shoulders against the glass. Just as she began to feel overwhelmed by the sensation of her first lesbian encounter, the officer pulled her finger out of Alexandra's damp slit and moved on. The girl was left breathing heavy, both from excitement as well as panic at being watched by three hundred other students, and confused. She had to mentally force herself not to rub her crotch to finish the deed, and the longing for release nearly broke her will. Principal Saunders stepped up to Sergeant Strong and said, "We may have to speed this up a bit. None of the students can get in here to eat and by law we have to provide lunch for them." Strong waved the balding black man away. The school couldn't get in any kind of trouble with the law when the law was keeping the school cafeteria closed, but he nonetheless wished to speed up the process. He had officer Dave begin at the far end of the line of girls and told him to place them on the table with all the clothes and inspect them. Dave hopped to it, taking a short, chubby girl with curly golden hair and puffy nipples over to the single table. He told her to lay on her back atop all the mixed clothing, feet flat on the table, and spread her legs. She held her hands over her eyes to hide her shame and tears and did as he told her. A moment later she heard the snap of a latext glove and shortly afterward felt a lubricated finger probe the opening to her virgin cunt. To this point she'd only had her own fingers and various food items in there, including her first ever "sexual" experience in junior high with a cold hot dog. The officer's finger poked and probbed and rubbed in small circles all over her inner walls. She whimpered and moaned and cried when she heard one of her nemesis tough bitches calling, "Hey little piglet, how d'you like that in your little virgin pussy?" The humiliation by the police was bad enough. The humiliation in front of hundreds of students her own age and a couple of years younger was bad enough. But to be mocked and made fun of by other girls in her same situation made her feel downright terrible and worthless. Dave was not nearly as gentle or skilled at vaginal searches as his colleague Barbara, and as he swished about in the girl's well lubricated slit he brought her off to a trembling orgasm. Danielle joked at the chubby girl's plight once more. "Ooh baby, you do like that, don't you? Now ask if you can suck his cock. I don't think he'd mind; he seems to really like you." Meanwhile officer Barbara had "little miss morbid" Tara Dalton pushed front first against the glass. Her little tits were flattened for all to see and torrents of tears rolled freely down her face. The female officer was positioned behind the girl's spread legs and reached up between them to spread the eighteen year old's pink pussy lips while probing into her with her middle finger. The crowd outside cheered Barbara on as Tara's face contorted and her body writhed in growing ecstasy. When she hit her climax, Tara howled out loud with her lips half pressed into the glass, her black lipstick smudging over it. Barbara moved on to Danielle, leaving Tara gasping and panting and dripping cunt juice on the floor between her feet. She opened her tearful eyes once to behold the mass of students watching her humiliation and cried out. Then she sank to the floor and curled up, trying to hide her every intimate part. Barbara had kept her peace thus far with regards to this new girl who thought she was too good to be strip searched. She had bit her lip about the girl's mocking attitude toward her own classmates. Now she was going to make Danielle pay in a big way. "Keep your feet planted on the floor six inches apart and bend over. Place your palms flat on the floor with your legs straight at all times," she ordered. Danielle winked at the officer and told her no. Barbara took her baton and tapped the girl's belly. "I said bend over sweetheart, because I'm going to enjoy searching your ass." Danielle's eyes grew wide. Was the officer joking? She certainly hoped so. A moment of hesitation and Barbara smacked the back of Danielle's left knee. The girl lost her baland and fell forward, reaching out to break her fall. When the officer had her in the position she wanted, with her bare ass and pussy on display just over the non-glass portion of the wall facing the students who cheered happily, she roughly pushed two fingers into the girl's cunt and probed around without her usual delicateness. She twisted her fingers in Danielle's slit for a minute or two, being sure to brush her clitoris with every rotation, and brought the girl to a humiliating climax. She called out that the girl's vagina was clean but that her rectum could probably conceal a small bottle. Without missing a beat, Barbara spread the girl's own pussy juice around her anus and pushed a jellied finger in slowly but forcefully. Danielle cried out in protest but Barbara did not cease. Her finger rubbed around a bit to spread the jelly inside the girl's ass and pushed forward some more. Danielle howled and spat insults about Barbara being "a fucking sick lezbo". Barbara pushed into the girl's sphincter as it slowly opened for her entrance. "You fucking lezbo whore! I'll sue you for this!" Barbara slowly pulled out and slapped the girl's ass almost playfully, but a bit hard, and sent Danielle sprawling onto the floor. She removed her soiled glove and carried it to a trash can. She replaced it with a fresh glove and lubricated it with the petroleum jelly. Danielle was on her feet and searching for her clothes on the table while officer Dave was bringing over his second subject for inspection. He and officer Brandon took Daniell's arms and carried her back to the window wall, pushed her face forward to the glass, and told her that if she moved she'd be cuffed and left standing there for the rest of the day. She spat and hissed insults at them all, to the delight of many onlookers who had long since forgotten about eating lunch. Dave returned to the table and ordered his new subject onto her back. She got up and onto the table but clamped one hand tightly over her black bush and the other arm over her quivering 38C breasts. Dave ordered her to place her arms at her sides but she would not comply. He motioned for two other officers to come forth and hold her arms at her sides. When the girl lay prone and writhing to get away, Dave inserted his glistening fingers, the same ones he'd just had in the plump girl rather than a new finger for each girl as Barbara was doing, into her slit. She was pretty dry and the moisture on his fingers was only partially useful, so he pinched her little nub of a clitoris between thumb and forefinger until she cried out. He rolled it around a few times to work up her excitement and was shortly rewarded with a slight trickle of pussy juice running out and down the crack of her ass. He pushed two fingers into her and probed around. Claudia Orth's head thrashed from side to side as she was invaded by a male for the first time in her life. Dave felt around inside her for several minutes, growing increasingly aroused by her wriggling and writhing form atop the mixture of bras and panties and nylon stockings. As he continued to work inside her, she began to leak more and more lubrication which dribbled out around his fingers and onto the clothes beneath her. Dave finished and the other two officers escorted her back to the wall where she hid her tits nad face in shame and sank to a sitting position on the cold linoleum floor. Her dripping pussy had left a dark spot on a number of shirts on the table. The lunch hour was nearly up and Principal Saunders asked Sergeant Strong if they would be finished soon so he could let some students into the cafeteria to get lunch. The officer nodded and called for the doors to be opened and a path cleared straight to the lunch line for the surely starving students. Starving for what was the real question. As the doors swung open, dozens of male students pushed and shoved to be the first into the room to gawk and drool over the lineup of buck naked, trembling, humiliated girls. They ogled the wide range of tits and pussies and asses on display for them. They joked and commented lewdly about what they'd like to do with all of these girls and how lucky the cops were to get to finger fuck them. The end of lunch bell rang without a single item of food being served and not a single studen made any move to exit the cafeteria to head back to class. Once all nine girls had been throughly embarrassed and searched both internally and externally, they were ordered to stand with their backs against the glass wall, arms atop their heads, and jump up and down three times. "Why?!" cried Danielle Stevenson. "You've already searched us. Give me back my clothes goddammit!" "I said jump!" barked Sergeant Strong. The ferocity in his voice caught them all a bit by surprise and even some of the onlookers found themselves jumping up and down. The nine girls bounced in place but none really jumped, so the police advanced and the sergeant gave his command again. "We can do this over and over all day until you get this right, or we can do it right now and all go home." The girls jumped up and down, asses and backs rubbing the glass and breasts flopping for all to watch in wonder. Some of the males and a few of the watching females pointed and laughed at the small breasts girls whose tits hardly moved at all even when jumping as high as they could. Tara Dalton's little tits got the most laughter and she clamped her eyes shut and cried some more. Finally satisfied that none of these girls had any drugs or weapons or other concealed items on their bodies, Sergeant Strong told them to get dressed and return to their classes for the day. He apologized for the apparent hoax that had been played on them by some senior pranksters and promised to look into the matter and prosecute the offenders. The girls tearfully faced their classmates and rushed to find their articles of clothing mingled upon the table. They grabbed for whatever they could and worked out who it belonged to later. The officers, principal, and nearly three hundred students all watched the nine frightened and utterly humiliated girls dress in the cafeteria. Principal Saunders reminded them that the school day was not over and that they had to return to class. Every last one of them dreaded having to face their classmates after this, but at least the school year was almost over. THE END