Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Chapter 8

SUNDAY

I woke up freezing cold and dragged myself to the showers. I turned one on really hot and stepped under it until I stopped shivering. Then I ran to my room and dried myself. My alarm clock said that it was only four in the morning so I fell into bed and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again, at about ten o’clock, I was a bit cross with Henry for leaving me like that. Who knows if anyone had me in the night? I certainly don’t.

Mind you, I thought, I’d had so many cocks up me during the party that a few more wouldn’t have made that much difference.

I settled down to write up my journal. By the time I’d done that, it was almost time for lunch.

Henry joined me at lunch. "Where have you been all morning?" I demanded.

"Had a visit from my dad," he explained. "He’s a salesman and was passing by this way."

"Oh. You didn’t bring him to meet me then?"

"No. I wasn’t sure what state you’d be in. And it’d be kinda strange introducing him to my girlfriend for the first time when she’s naked."

I giggled at that. "Yeah. I guess so."

After lunch two boys asked if they could DP me.

"What’s that when it’s at home?" I asked.

"Double penetration," one of them explained, "one in your pussy, one in your…"

"Yeah. I get the picture," I said. "I couldn’t do that. They’d never fit."

"What about the two vibrators yesterday?" Henry reminded me.

"I’ll try. But I want Henry to take my arse as I still haven’t had anyone there and he IS my boyfriend."

They were disappointed, but agreed.

One of them lay on the table and they told me to squat over him, get him into me, then bend right forward.

That part was easy, once I’d figured out how to do it so my knees didn’t get in the way.

It felt okay as Henry started to enter me, but then it got really painful.

"No, stop, get out." He pulled out. "Sorry, that was too much. It really hurt. You can both fuck me normally if you like."

They probably thought they were studs, but they had about as much finesse as a bloody bus doing ballet. Once they’d both cum and left us, I said to Henry. "Can you try again, just you this time?"

He was very very careful as he entered my arse this time, encouraging me to relax each time he pushed a little bit further in.

I panted like they teach mothers giving birth to do and it seemed to help.

"What do guys see in this?" I asked.

"It’s really tight for a start, much tighter than a pussy, even yours." (I THINK there was a compliment in there somewhere.)

"I’m not surprised. It hardly fits, that’s why."

But I found I was relaxing and it wasn’t hurting any more, so I said, "You can try fucking me now."

I have to admit it was amazing. I still prefer sex in my pussy, but this was different. I squeezed my bum to grip him harder. That was an amazing sensation too.

I seemed to be taking a lot longer to cum this way but I was finally nearly there when Mrs. Porter came into the canteen, telling us time was up.

We "disengaged" rather rapidly and Mrs. Porter said, "Would you like to come and see your video now? Sorry to break in on you like that but we’re a bit short of time."

"Sure. Can Henry come too?"

"If he wants to."

The college had its own video-editing suite and that was where she took us.

A woman got up from one of the monitors. "Hi, I’m Laura Townley. The Program Committee asked me to come."

I know I must have looked idiotic standing there with my mouth open until finally I said, "Laura as in ‘Reasonable Request’?"

"That’s right."

"You don’t look a bit like you do on screen. Oh God. That was stupid."

She laughed. "No, the actress that played me doesn’t look much like me."

"You say the Program Committee asked you to come." I turned to Mrs. Porter, "Have I done something wrong?"

"No," Mrs. Porter and Laura answered together, then Laura continued, "Okay, Mrs. Porter, you had the Committee ask me to come, so this is your show."

"Take a seat, Tina, and you, Henry. As you know, it was Laura’s friend Heather’s idea that the Program should be run in all teacher training establishments. It was also her idea that once each year, in each establishment, we would do what we did with you yesterday and the day before."

Laura interrupted, "Actually that bit was my idea. So you can blame me, Tina. Sorry, Mrs. Porter, go on."

"Once a year was felt to be enough, so long as it was arranged that the whole intake of teaching students would take part and see the result of it."

"We wanted to minimise the number of students who would be treated as you were," explained Laura. "We also decided that one college would do it first, to see if it was possible to do in a realistic way, but without going too far and actually causing someone any real harm. To be honest, I was doubtful.

"So was your Mrs. Porter, who asked us to reconsider the whole idea.

"Mrs. Porter was told that your college was picked at random to go first, but in fact that wasn’t true. Heather and I felt that because of Mrs. Porter’s objections, such a potentially dangerous experiment would be done most safely here, under Mrs. Porter's watchful eyes.

"I wanted to be here the last few days as well, but I couldn’t get away from my own university course until today as they were starting the Program there as well. So we asked Mrs. Porter to ensure that every moment was videotaped. She was only prepared to do so if we gave our assurance that nobody other than the Program Committee would ever be permitted to view it without your permission."

I noticed Henry look at Mrs. Porter with a new appreciation.

"Tina, I am not technically on the Program Committee, although I am on the Student Advisory Council, which is why I'm here, so I would like your permission to watch it with you."

"Sure." I was amazed to be asked.

She turned to Mrs. Porter. "Now you said you had something to ask the Committee. As it obviously concerns Tina, would you mind telling me in front of her, what it is?"

"Can I suggest we watch the video first?"

"Certainly."

"Mr. Christie? You can start now."

A youngish man I hadn’t noticed in the darkened corner of the room, pressed a button and the big main screen in front of us came on. He walked over to Mrs. Porter. "To start, press this button. To pause, this one and to stop this one. These two are rewind and fast-forward. It’s just like your video at home. I’ll go get a bite to eat if that’s alright."

"Thank you, Mr. Christie. I hope they saved some lunch for you. And thank you for getting everything ready so quickly."

"That’s alright, Ma'am." He left.

The screen came to life and I saw myself in the canteen, being approached by the first boy. Mrs. Porter paused the video and explained, "Because we only had one day to do this, and we don’t have breaks between classes like a school, we had to help things go bad rather quickly, as you’ll see. This is Gary. I studied your Heather’s experiences in the first two weeks and the experiences of the rest of you girls in the second week, and used them to tell him, exactly what to do, to get things rolling so to speak." She restarted the video.

Even the sound was clear, if a little echoey, and I felt an involuntary shiver a bit further on when I heard myself being threatened about being caught outside off camera.

Henry looked angry and I grabbed his hand.

I saw Laura glance up at Mrs. Porter. They both looked grim.

Then it cut to me in the shower, crying. I felt decidedly uncomfortable and fidgeted. Mrs. Porter paused the video.

"We did have security cameras in the corridors, but they didn’t add anything to what you see, so to save time, we cut them out. Tina. This is obviously difficult for you. If you’d prefer not to watch…"

"No," I said stonily. "I want to see it all."

She looked at Henry and restarted the video.

Now I was crying in a lecture and was told that I couldn’t leave. She paused the video again. "Those were the instructions I gave the teaching staff," she explained. "Just as you girls couldn’t leave a class." Laura nodded.

I watched myself be carried away outside. Did I really look that frightened?

I looked at Henry watching me licking out several girls and giving blowjobs. His expression was like ice, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Then the fight erupted and I saw myself crawling away.

The screen showed the words, DAY TWO.

In the canteen it began as day one had ended but then I saw myself being fucked. Even though I knew, and could see it was me, it felt like I was watching a stranger. It was the weirdest feeling.

I watched myself pass out from the girl’s vibrating toy.

She started pushing people back and most went back. One boy who tried to get to me in that time was held back by some of his mates, but he was struggling with them.

He was the one who then said about my arse getting fucked.

I watched myself panic and try to get out then the scene changed to outside.

I was almost off camera when the boy almost knocked me over by ramming his fingers into me. Then a girl punched him in the gut and yet again it descended into chaos as I ran away.

Next I saw myself in the lecture hall, breaking down in front of everyone, then heard Mrs. Porter explaining that I hadn’t failed and what it had all been about. I turned and was startled to see both Mrs. Porter and Laura with tears in their eyes.

"There are several people I want to kill," Henry informed us.

Mrs. Porter replied, "I’m afraid you won’t get the opportunity. I am seeing them this evening about their conduct. I intend to expel them on disciplinary grounds. They will be given time to pack but they'll have to leave immediately in the morning and will not be allowed back here or onto any other teacher training course."

"But you’d said they had to be rough with me," I said.

"I know. But some deliberately went beyond what I’d said and giving you the option of being tortured or having sex or oral sex with them is a long way beyond anything I was prepared for. And it was obvious that they enjoyed abusing you. They weren’t simply doing what they had to do, they were taking pleasure in it. Would you want them teaching in a school?"

I shook my head violently.

"You’re getting rid of everyone who had sex or oral sex with her?" Henry asked, incredulously.

"No," she replied. "Most came in when it was going on, and simply joined in without knowing the threats that had brought about Tina’s consent. I am getting rid of those who used threats or violence to get their way."

"Good," said Laura, who had remained silent since the video ended. "I won’t pretend I’m not shocked. And I think the Committee will be, which is why I’d like them to see this."

"There is a problem though," said Mrs. Porter. "I will have to use the video to convince each of them that there is no point trying to appeal my decision, that we have sufficient evidence to at least prove that they were unsuitable to be teachers."

"And the problem?" asked Laura.

"One of them is in Tina’s seminar group. When I told him to report to me this evening, he just said that if he was disciplined he would appeal it and see it got in the papers and Tina’s granny would know all about her. In other words, he wants to call my bluff, or is threatening to. It will only make things worse for him of course, but he might be stupid enough to do it."

"I’ll let the Committee know anyway. Keep them informed. But, Mrs. Porter, you wanted me down here today urgently to ask me something?"

"Yes," she said heavily. "I never want to have to put another student of mine through anything like that again. I know you wanted shock value, to make sure that new teachers understood the risks if things went wrong, but, if Tina agrees, can’t the video be used instead? I know you found it as shocking as I did, and I’m sure the video studio could enhance it to add close-ups and things, to make it even more shocking."

Laura nodded slowly. "I have to admit it brought back a lot of memories I’d rather not have brought back. And I think you're right. And I will most strongly recommend that to the Committee, but, and this is a big but," she turned to me, "Tina, Mrs. Porter let me read your journal, as far as you’ve turned it in anyway. I assume that your grandmother doesn’t know you're in the Program?"

"Not likely. She’d go ape."

"If this video became teaching material, there is a substantial risk that she would eventually find out about it, perhaps through friends of parents of students and possibly even end up seeing it."

"Oh. I hadn’t thought."

"Of course if this boy actually does appeal, it becomes a moot point as she will find out from the press reports of his hearing, video or no video. But in the meantime, I’m going to recommend that we run this ‘hell day experiment’ experiment, as Shelley insists on calling it, a few times in other colleges or universities, until we get a video we can use. Though whether it would be as powerful as this one, I don’t know.

"But I’d really like the other girls on the SAC to see this before the Committee decides what to do about running Hell Day at other colleges. That’s one for me, Suzie won’t need one, she can watch mine, one for Shelley, one for Heather. I don’t think Sam’ll be interested but I’d better take one for her too. And the five members of the Program Committee will each need one."

"Okay," I agreed.

"That’s a lot of copies, considering the risk of Tina’s grandmother finding out," Mrs. Porter objected.

"I know," said Laura. "Okay, the Program Committee can manage with one, they can view it together in the meeting on Tuesday. That’s when they have to decide about Hell Day in other colleges. But the only way the others on the SAC can see this before the meeting is to send each of them a copy. Then we can let Shelley know what to say in Committee." Then she explained, "Shelley’s our rep on the Committee."

Mrs. Porter nodded, "Okay, I’ll get Mr. Christie to do some fast copies in normal format when we’ve finished."

Laura turned to me again. "Thank you, Tina. That was..." she tried to find the right word, "...educational, to say the least. Mrs. Porter, how quickly can your man run off those copies? Only I really have to get going. If I can take them with me I can get them delivered by courier overnight."

"I’ll ask him. And I’ll arrange some tea while you are waiting."

Laura turned to me. "Tina, I’m sorry my idea ended up being so rough on you. I wish I could stop this idiot going to the press and causing you problems at home, but you can see that Mrs. Porter is right, we can’t let him become a teacher."

"I understand," I said, trying not to cry.

She looked at me for a moment and seemed to be thinking. Suddenly she said, "Wait a minute. Mrs. Porter, can this stuff be hooked up to the net?"

"I expect so, why?"

"I’d like to play the video over the net."

"You’re making it into a webcam?" I cried.

"Yes, but with an audience of one. If anyone can think of a way to stop this getting into the press, he can."

Once Mr. Christie had confirmed it could be done easily, Laura made a phone call.

"Graham? Laura… I’m fine. Look I’m sorry to call you at home, but it’s urgent. Can you log on and watch this video. In a minute I’ll hand the phone over to the man who can give you the web address, but the college wants to expel some of the students involved. One of them is threatening to appeal and go to the press if disciplinary action is taken and that would cause real problems for the victim. Can you think of a way round it? If you get the number here you can ring us back afterwards. It’s urgent as they are supposed to be being expelled tonight."

She handed the phone over.

"While he’s watching that, I think I will have that tea you offered."

"Who were you ringing?" Mrs. Porter asked.

"Graham. He’s the lawyer on the Program Committee."

"Why would he care?" I asked. "Wasn't he the one who put Heather through all that?"

"Because when he found out what his rulings had meant in practice, he was really shocked. Ever since he’s done whatever he can to adapt the rules to make it easier on the proggies. And he’s good too. If anyone can think of a way round it, he will."

It seemed an age before he rang back. Laura put him on speaker.

"Hello, Laura, Mrs. Porter, Henry. And Tina, I trust you are recovered now?"

"Yes, thank you."

Laura asked impatiently, "Did you think of a way round it?"

He laughed. "Yes. Don’t expel them."

Mrs. Porter almost shouted, "But we can’t have them getting away with that, and certainly not going on to become teachers."

"No. You can’t. But to become teachers, they must pass the Program module, correct?"

"Yes. But they weren’t in the Program."

"I think Laura and I could both tell you someone who would say that you are all in the Program, just some of you are going to be naked."

I grinned at that quote from Heather. It had become a classic.

"The Program isn’t one-sided, how someone copes with being a participant, or naked participant. It is also how someone relates to the naked person. You have to give a subjective decision on someone’s aptitude for them to pass the Program module, don’t you?"

"Yes," agreed Mrs. Porter, beginning to smile broadly.

"Well, tell me where it is written down that it is only assessed on the week they are actually naked in the Program. I can tell you. I’ve checked. It isn’t. That’s why I was so long calling back. So you simply fail them on that module. After that, not only won’t they qualify for their teaching certificate, but there would be no point in their continuing in the college."

"And if he still appeals?"

"Appealing an academic decision is difficult. Plus, the appeal for this module would be to the Program Committee. Because it’s a matter of academic judgement and not discipline, the hearing is closed and the press aren’t going to be interested in some student griping about failing a course."

"Graham, that’s brilliant," said Laura.

"Thank you. It wasn’t bad, was it?"

"Thank you," I said. "It really helps."

"Is that Tina? You are most welcome, my dear. Now, unless anyone needs me for something else, I have guests to attend to."

"No, thank you," said Mrs. Porter. "Sorry for interrupting your weekend." She pressed a button on the phone to break the connection.

"Mrs. Porter," said Laura, "would you like me to sit in on your talks with them this evening? It might discourage any appeals if someone from the Student Advisory Council was present."

"Have you got the time?"

"Not really. I guess I’ll have to get home late."

"If you can manage it, that would be helpful."

"Do you mind if I ring home? I had promised to take Suzie out tonight."

Henry glanced at the folders next to Mrs. Porter’s chair. Each had the photo of a student clipped to it. "Are these the ones you’re kicking out?"

"Yes. And you shouldn’t be looking at them."

"Sorry. Can I see the video again?" he asked.

"Why?"

"Something’s bugging me, that’s all."

She and Laura left, leaving Henry and me to watch the video again.

Afterwards I went to Mrs. Porter’s office. "Can I just check who you are getting rid of?"

"I suppose so."

While I distracted her, Henry sneaked a look inside one of the folders and got the girl’s address, then we went straightaway to see her.

Her roommate opened the door. "What do you want?"

I saw the girl packing her stuff, crying. "Come to gloat?" she asked bitterly. "Gloat away. I can’t blame you."

"Why the bruise on your face?" I asked.

"Got in a fight. It doesn’t matter now."

"Why are you packing?"

"Everyone knows we’re going to get kicked out. Okay, we probably deserve it, but…" and she was crying again.

"We just wanted to know if you had a cream top and brown trousers."

"Yeah, why? You’ve come all this way to ask me that?"

"Can you put them on?"

"Why? They’re in the washing basket all dirty."

"Doesn’t matter. Can you put them on?"

"Why would I want to put dirty clothes on?"

"Please. Just do it. Or would you prefer to give up?"

She changed into the clothes I’d said.

"I thought so," said Henry. "Now I’m sure of it."

"Sure of what?" she asked.

"It doesn’t matter," he said. "But if you want to save your career, wear those clothes this evening. I’m serious."

"You’re crazy."

"Trust us. Wear them," I said. "What time have you got to go?"

"Nine thirty."

"We’ll be there. See you then," said Henry and we left.

At nine thirty-five, we knocked on Mrs. Porter’s office door and walked in.

"I can’t see you now," she said.

I smiled at the girl, and said, "Hi, Mandy." Good, she’d worn the clothes we told her.

"We’d like to speak on her behalf," I said. Mrs. Porter, Laura and Mandy all looked at me like I’d flipped.

"Sorry, you can’t," said Mrs. Porter. "This is purely an academic appraisal."

I couldn’t think of an answer, but Henry turned to face Laura. "Laura, you’re from the Student Advisory Council. Are you seriously telling us that you won’t even listen to a student?"

Well done, Henry, I thought.

Mrs. Porter and Laura looked at each other for a minute.

Finally Mrs. Porter said, "Say what you have to say. But this girl was sitting on you holding you down while someone tried to rape you. I don’t understand what you could add to that."

"Can we see that bit of the video," I asked.

"Do we have to?" said Mandy.

"Yes," said Henry and I together.

Mrs. Porter put that section of video on.

"No, start it from the start of that bit, before she came in," insisted Henry.

Mrs. Porter rewound the tape and pressed play.

"You see?" I said. "Mandy was just one of those who came along and joined in. She wasn’t even there at the beginning."

"But look here," said Mrs. Porter. "She’s sitting on your face, stopping you from saying anything or getting away while he tried to rape you."

"What happened?" I asked Mandy. "Why didn’t you get up?"

"I don’t know," she cried. "It all happened so fast and I panicked. I froze, I guess. Either way, Mrs. Porter is right. I don’t belong in teaching." She began to get up.

"Sit back down," I ordered. (Was that me?!!!)

She was so surprised that she did.

Henry handed me a plastic bag. I took out a wet flannel. It was dripping on the floor.

"Sorry about this, Mandy," I said. I wiped it over her face removing the make-up she’d put on to cover the bruise.

"Now tell us how you got the bruise."

"I don’t see how this is relevant," argued Mrs. Porter.

"I want to hear," said Laura, firmly.

"I got in a fight," she answered rather sullenly.

"I’ll show you exactly how you got it," said Henry. "Can you pass me the video remote, please?"

He fast-forwarded it to the next morning, outside.

"Watch this."

I was being chased and a girl with her back to the camera came slightly onto the screen, most of her being off-screen. She punched the guy chasing me in the stomach, then he turned and punched her in the face. She fell out of the line of camera view. It was all so quick.

"Your Mr. Christie showed me how to make this play in slow mode," said Henry. "So let’s watch that bit again."

Even in slow motion, it wasn’t possible to see her face clearly. It could have been her, but it wasn’t possible to be sure.

"That’s how you got that bruise, wasn’t it?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"The day before, when I realised what had almost happened and what I’d done, or not done, by not getting up, it freaked me out. And when I saw that guy chasing you, I just had to do something."

"Thank you," I said.

"Although your face isn’t clear on the video," said Henry. "I was chasing behind as you can see clearly. I saw you quite clearly, so when I saw your photo in the pile of students to be got rid of, I wanted Tina to be sure as well."

"That’s why I asked you to wear the same clothes tonight that you were wearing then," I explained, "so Mrs. Porter wouldn’t ONLY have to rely on Henry’s identification."

I turned to Mrs. Porter. "Surely what she did yesterday to save me, is worth at least as much as failing to get up when she panicked the day before?"

"Can you three leave us a minute?" she asked. "Laura and I have to discuss this."

We waited outside. Mandy was too nervous to speak.

We were called back into the office.

"Mandy," began Mrs. Porter. "Your conduct on Thursday was unacceptable. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma’am."

"But your courage on Friday morning suggests to us that you learned your lesson and in fact, at some risk to yourself, prevented a possible worse situation. Although this wasn’t a disciplinary hearing, I propose to make it one if you will accept a formal warning. Do you accept the warning?"

"Yes, Ma’am."

"This will stay on your record for the next six months. If you stay out of trouble for that time, it will be removed from your record completely. Do you understand?"

"You mean I can stay? I don’t have to leave?"

Mrs. Porter smiled at her for the first time. "No, you don’t have to leave. The idea of the Program module is to ensure the safety of the students at school. I think after seeing you in action yesterday, I’d feel quite safe if one of my daughters were taught by you."

She turned to us. "Tina, Henry. Thank you for speaking out. The three of you can go now."

When the other two had gone, I asked, "Can I just say something to Laura?"

She nodded

"Earlier, you were worried that if you used the video instead of a live student, it might not reveal the dangerous students like this time has."

"You weren’t meant to hear that, but yes. Go on," replied Laura.

"Well, I was at a party last night and I crashed in the common room afterwards, till I woke up freezing cold about four in the morning." Both Laura and Mrs. Porter laughed at that.

"As far as I know, nobody did anything, or took advantage while I was out like a light, not that I’d have known."

"Right."

"So why not set up a situation like that, using volunteers? You’d have to make sure it was monitored secretly in case someone did try anything. But that way would be even more effective at finding out who was likely to abuse someone, because they’d be given the chance, even of sneaking back in while the girl was asleep with nobody about."

"That is a very good idea," said Laura. "I’ll put that to the Committee. Don’t you agree, Mrs. Porter."

"I’ll be honest, if it does the job and I don’t have to put another student through that," she gestured at the telly, "it’s fine with me."

"I know you told me not to decide now, but I have decided. You can use the video."

Mrs Porter looked surprised.

I explained, "How could I live with myself if I let someone else go through that just so I could avoid a row at home?"

"Thank you, Tina," said Laura.

"Can I ask you a question, Mrs. Porter?"

"Certainly."

"I’m guessing you arranged people to stop me actually being raped, and that’s what caused the fight on Thursday."

She nodded.

"But when they bullied me into saying yes to things I didn’t want to, why didn’t you stop it then?"

"That may be my fault," said Laura. "The rules for that test were strictly to intervene only if someone did something which you had a right to say no to AND you did actually say no to. In the few schools where we’ve run the Program so far, although we’ve had (as you know) situations where people did things that someone was saying no to, we’ve never had a situation where someone was bullied like that into saying yes to things they would never normally say yes to. It was a situation we hadn’t thought of."

"All the same," said Mrs. Porter. "On reflection, I should have said to hell with the rules and put a stop to it. I apologise for that. To say the least it was poor judgement on my part."

"We're all still learning," said Laura. "Now Tina, I’ve a question for you."

"For me?"

"Yes. Assuming the others agree, I’d like to invite you to join the Student Advisory Council. Like those of us on it now, you have, shall I say, a unique perspective? And we haven’t got any student teachers on it yet, so we are going to be looking for some."

"What would I have to do?"

"It depends how much time you have. We have one main meeting in London every two months, though usually only some of us make it. You get your fare paid and put up in a hotel, plus something for expenses, food and stuff. Apart from that, if a school or now college or university has a problem, one of us usually goes in informally to try to resolve it, to save bringing in the official heavy guns on the Program Committee. As you saw, we also have direct access to the Program Committee if we need it. It’s quite a responsibility, but it gives you a chance to have a real influence on how the Program is implemented."

I didn’t have to think about it. "I’d love to, if that’s okay with the college here?"

Mrs. Porter smiled. "We’d be proud."

"Thanks. Well, I guess that’s bye. Nice to meet you, Laura."

"Likewise," she said. "Till next time."

As soon as I got outside the door, I was nearly strangled by the hug from Mandy. Then she kissed Henry. "I don’t know how to thank you both. You must come with me now. I’m going to tell my roommate. Then I’m going to get some booze in and throw a party and you’re both invited."

"You do like living dangerously," said Henry.

"Why?" she asked.

"You’ve never seen Tina at a party, have you?"