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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
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