Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Chapter 6

FRIDAY

After a lonely and sore evening in my room, and an early night, I woke up aching all over. And I knew I had another two half hours of hell to go.

I went to the canteen early, not wanting to see anyone.

I seemed to be covered with what are usually called lovebites, but there had been no love in them. I think it was just another way to humiliate me.

Once I got through the half hour before the first lecture, I’d be okay for the morning. We had lectures all together all morning, no seminars or tutorials where I might be required to think.

I walked to the main hall, where I had to go at eight thirty, every step seeming heavier than the last.

I knew what it would be. More of the same.

Two girls immediately wanted me to lick them out. "Okay," I said weakly.

"Can’t you do better than that?" the first one asked after I had been licking her for five minutes and hadn’t made her cum.

Somebody lifted me bodily and the two girls spread my legs apart so one of the guys could go down on me.

I was a piece of meat and they knew it.

They put me on a table and one fed his cock into my mouth. Another boy said, "I want to fuck you, or would you prefer my fingers."

I pulled my head away from the boy who was fucking my mouth and said, "Fingers."

He jammed three or four fingers into me and I felt a sharp pain. I cried out. "No! Not so hard, please."

He pushed again. "Okay," I cried. "You can fuck me, but please be gentle."

I felt his cock push into me. I was still sore, but anything was better than having more fingers rammed into me.

The other boy restarted fucking my mouth until he came, then he just walked off. I was nothing.

Somebody else asked if he could fuck me and I just nodded. I was past caring. I’d even forgotten that this was "just" an exercise.

A girl came along with a vibrator and without asking or warning me, she held it on my clit. I desperately wanted to push it away, but someone held my arms down. It was too much. I begged her to stop, but she just laughed until I came.

"I think it’s time her arse got fucked," I heard someone say.

Oh God, I thought. I must have passed out again. What have they been doing to me?

Without thinking, I turned over to let him, and then I snapped. Before they could react I jumped off the table and tried to run out of the hall. Someone blocked my way, so I ran out of another door which led outside. Then someone tripped me up and I fell roughly to the ground.

"I told you we’d get you outside, away from the cameras. Now get up, and follow us."

As I got up, I wasn’t quick enough, so he rammed two fingers into me so hard he nearly knocked me back down.

Everything happened really quickly after that. A girl came out of nowhere and punched him hard in the gut. He turned to her and gasped, "You little bitch," then I heard Henry’s voice, "Run, Tina. Get the hell out of here."

I ran and I didn’t stop until I reached Mrs. Porter’s office.

"I want to see Mrs. Porter," I demanded angrily.

"She’s not in yet," said her secretary, "but I’ll page her if you want to wait outside."

"I’ll wait."

It was past lecture time.

"Where is she?" I asked the secretary.

"Oh," she seemed surprised. "She was late and went straight into the lecture. You’ll have to see her afterwards."

"Like hell I will."

I ran to the lecture room and onto the stage to confront her.

"I want out. Get me my clothes. I want to go home."

"That’s very silly," she said. "You only have one more half hour to put up with."

"I don’t care. I can’t take any more," I screamed at her. "Don’t you understand?" I knew tears were running down my face and I was making a scene in front of everyone.

"If you go home now, you fail the module and you will not be able to teach in this country." There was a gasp from the students in the lecture room and I heard at least one girl say, "The bitch."

Mrs. Porter ignored that and asked me, "Do you really want to give up all you’ve worked for?"

I knelt down on the floor and bent over until my arms were touching the floor in front of me. "I can’t do it," I cried.

"Somebody bring Tina a chair please… No, not one of those, bring a comfortable one from the back room… That’s better."

She touched me on the shoulder. "Tina. It’s alright," she said softly. "Come and sit down."

What is she up to now? I thought suspiciously.

"It’s okay. You don’t have to do any more. You haven’t failed the module."

"I haven’t?" I asked.

She turned to the rest of the lecture group. "I hope you always remember what you’ve seen here this morning. In less than twenty-four hours of a Program out of control, Tina wanted to give up everything she’s worked for, just to make it stop."

My emotions were in a turmoil, I wasn’t even sure I was hearing right. I hadn’t failed? And this was over?

"I really haven’t failed?" I interrupted.

She smiled at me. "No. It’s okay. That exercise is over."

I started crying again, this time with relief. I didn’t care that everyone was watching me as Mrs. Porter went back to addressing them.

"Although we made it more intense than is perhaps realistic, in a real school situation, she would have been facing the abuse between every lesson, not just at lunchtime and before and after school, and it wouldn’t have been one day, but a week unless somebody put a stop to it.

"If you think that can’t possibly happen, read handout number one, which is an extract from the first five girls’ journals entitled ‘Week Two, Wednesday Morning’. They couldn’t even defend themselves at all as they were handcuffed. Some of you probably read about it in the newspapers. Now that you’ve seen for yourselves what it does to someone, I hope the image of Tina here, begging to go home, is burned into your minds so you never forget."

She turned to me again and asked gently, "Tina, what was the worst thing about the last twenty-four hours?"

It was still sinking in that I hadn’t failed. "Sorry?" I had to ask.

"What was the worst thing about the last twenty-four hours?" she repeated.

"I felt like I was in a trap, unable to get out. And nobody cared. I couldn’t find anyone to care…" I was crying again.

"Thank you, Tina. That’s how Heather felt in her first week and how Samantha felt in her first couple of days, and I’m sure you don’t need reminding that Samantha attempted suicide as a result of that. I want you all to re-read the first few days of Heather’s journal and Samantha’s journal. Now you might have a better understanding of it.

"When you are teaching, even as a junior member of staff, it is your responsibility to make certain that none of your students ever reaches that point, that none of them is ever allowed to feel that there is nobody to turn to, nobody who will listen or care.

"In Tina’s case, of course, there was no real danger. Although you didn’t know it, Tina, there were people looking out for you the whole time. That’s the reason the evening session was cut from six o’clock to four thirty, because your fellow students were concerned about you. Some didn’t want to be so rough on you at all, so I actually had to warn them that if they weren’t, it would be them rather than you failing the module. And even then they argued."

The realisation that I had had people who had cared about me through all that was astounding.

"I never knew. If I’d known somebody cared…"

"That’s precisely what I’m trying to teach you all. Even if you can’t always change the situation, for example if it’s a normal, well-run Program and it’s just that the individual participant is finding it difficult to cope, just knowing that someone cares may well be enough to see them through safely.

"Oh, and Tina, in case you were worried, nobody did anything while you were passed out for a minute. Now I suggest that your boyfriend, Henry, isn’t it?" I nodded, "I suggest that Henry takes you to the canteen and gets you a warm drink and you two spend some time alone until lunchtime. But after lunch it's back to normal Program rules. Think you can cope with that, Tina?"

I still felt shaken, but I nodded.

"Okay, then. I’ll get someone to give you both lecture notes for the rest of the morning, so you can go. Now everyone, I think Tina deserves a round of applause, don’t you?"

The cheering as I left the hall with Henry made me start crying again, but this time it was good crying.

Over coffee and cakes he told me, "You know, I was about ready to kill Mrs. Porter, but she’s right about one thing. Nobody’s ever going to forget seeing you like that this morning. I know I won’t. Ever."

"Then it’s worth it," I said. "If it stops one girl being abused, or stops one suicide, it’s got to be worth it, hasn’t it?"

Afterwards, back in my room, I so wanted to make love to him, but I was still too sore and tired.

So he just cuddled me and I slept for a while.

He woke me up for lunch, though I wasn’t really hungry. "You’ve got to come anyway," he said. "Don’t forget you’re still in the Program."

"Oh, yeah." I grimaced.

"This’ll be easy after yesterday and this morning," he said.

As we walked over to the canteen, I remembered, "Oh, god, Henry. I’m sorry."

"What?"

"I let some guys fuck me this morning. I didn’t want them to, but any more fingering was just too painful."

"I know," he said grimly. "I had a real row with Mrs. Porter last night, saying it was going too far and she explained how important it was that it left a lasting impression on everyone so they’d never let things get out of hand again. And she said if I stopped you, I’d make everything you’d already gone through go to waste."

"She was right," I said. "But I’m still sorry I let them fuck me."

"Why?" he asked. "You’re in your Program week. Even in schools they know that you get a chance to do crazy things in your Program week. If you want to fuck every guy on campus, I don’t mind."

I think my mouth dropped open.

"Just wait till my Program week. I’ll take every opportunity I can get."

I thought about it, then grabbed his cock through his trousers. "If you do, you’d better save some of this for me," I warned him.

When I walked into the canteen, everyone stood up and started singing, "For she’s a jolly good fellow."

"Oh, God," I whispered to Henry. "This is SO embarrassing. Worse than getting relief in the lecture hall."

He laughed.

I was still secretly dreading requests as I was so sore.

When the time came round, Jake and Marie walked over to my table.

"I bet you ache like hell," said Marie, with her customary tactfulness.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"We’re here to help with that, so lie down. Don’t worry, nobody else is going to bother you now. This is just for you."

Marie brought out some cream and gently smoothed it over and into my pussy. It felt cool and soothing. I rolled over and she put some in my arse.

"What is that stuff?" I asked.

"Secret recipe," she said, "but it’s basically a very mild antiseptic moisturising cream with a numbing agent. I can let you have some if you like."

Other than that, they avoided my sore pussy completely, but part by part, rid my tired muscles in every part of my body of their tension. It wasn’t an erotic massage, but a purely relaxing one.

By the time they’d finished, I had so relaxed I wanted to sleep, but it was almost time for afternoon classes.

I turned to thank them but they’d gone.

After classes I felt a lot better, but my pussy was still pretty sore. I wasn’t looking forward to requests.

The first boy asked to feel my pussy and I said yes. When I winced the moment he touched me, he stopped and said, "You know, if it’s painful, it’s perfectly okay to say no. Don’t forget the Program’s supposed to teach you how to enjoy your body, not how to torture it."

I’d really forgotten that. Even before the last couple of days, I’d seen the Program as something to survive, to get through somehow. The idea that I could actually enjoy it hadn’t yet occurred to me.

"Okay," I laughed. "Then, no, you can’t touch my pussy."

He grinned. "Can I have a taste of those delicious-looking nipples of yours then?"

I laughed. "Okay. But gently. They’re a bit tender too."

He licked them very gently and kissed all over my breasts with tiny little kisses.

Then he did the same with my tummy and even my bum. When he got back up, he kissed me on the lips, just as lightly.

"Thank you," he said and turned away.

I was nearly in tears and I grabbed him and hugged him and said, "Thank you. That was… wonderful. I’d been so dreading my first request and that was incredible."

He smiled. "Good."

He’d taken so long that the Requests Time had passed, so I was free of requests until tomorrow lunchtime.

I hadn’t realised that Henry had been watching. He was smiling.

"You enjoy that?" he asked.

"Hmm." (Why did I feel guilty?)

He smiled at me. "Now I’ve a surprise for you. But it’s not until this evening."

"What?"

"Not telling."

"Tease."

"There’s a pot calling the kettle black, Miss Never-Been-Touched. I bet your granny doesn’t know what hot stuff you are once you let yourself go."

"Not likely. She'd kill me, if she didn’t have a heart attack first. And anyway, it’s now Miss Been-Touched-Rather-A-Lot, thank you very much."

He thought for a minute. "Miss B-TRAY-L. Nah. I’ll stick to Tina."

He made me dress up. "I’m not allowed," I argued. "Yes, you are, we’re going off campus. I’m taking you out to dinner."

"Is that the surprise?"

"A bit of it."

"What’s the rest?" I demanded.

"Patience," he laughed. "You’re supposed to be training to teach children, not act like one."

We had a wonderful meal. I don’t know how he afforded it, the place looked expensive.

Afterwards we just chatted for ages, then a cab dropped us outside the wrong block.

"This is the tutors’ quarters," I said.

"Yup," he nodded.

He pressed a buzzer and said his name in the intercom. The door unlatched with a buzz and we went up in the lift.

He pressed a doorbell and Mrs. Porter opened the door. She handed him a key. "Have fun. Your delivery’s arrived."

"What delivery?" I asked, but she’d shut the door.

We walked up one more flight of stairs, then he opened the door.

He pulled the curtains. "You can get undressed now," he told me. He went into the bathroom and I heard a bath running.

"You can come in now."

I went into the bathroom and I could smell incense. Even with the dim light of the candles, I could see the bathwater was covered with rose petals and I could smell minerals of some kind that he’d put into it.

I stepped into the bath and lay down. It was so warm and relaxing, I almost fell asleep as he washed me. I felt like all my aches and pains were easing away.

I didn’t want to move, but finally the water began to get cold, so I stepped out of the bath and he dried me with a big fluffy towel, also brushing away all the petals which had stuck to me everywhere. Then he handed me some clean underwear.

"I sneaked it from your drawer," he admitted.

I got dressed again and we walked the short distance back to our own block.

"That was dreamy," I said and he undressed me again and laid me in my own bed. I was soon asleep.