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  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