A Student Body Protest Ch. 02

"Very good!" The professor clapped his hands. "Do you see how quickly she learns!"

Sally felt her face glowing red as she found her gaze dropping to the floor below, her eyes looking down at her own nudity in shame. The class was laughing among themselves, muttered comments about her habits filling the room in a hush.

"Now, if you would," The professor gestured to the class. "Please translate your response into English."

Sally looked over at Sr. Nuñez and saw a sly smile on his face. She swallowed a large chunk of saliva as her gaze went back to the leering class before her. She took a deep breath, then spoke.

"I masturbate every night. I masturbated last night. I love to masturbate."

The class started laughing more audibly as she clutched her arms to her chest, her left hand grabbing a curly strand of hair and rapidly twirling it around. Sally felt herself rocking back and forth slightly, praying that this block would end soon.

Thankfully, she got her wish. The bell started to ring, signifying that the humiliation was over - at least, that this humiliation was. There was still the hallway to deal with, and then a few more classes too. Despite being so soon in the day, she felt like she had no more energy left.

Students began to pack up their things, something Sally didn't have to deal with as her possessions were safely tucked beneath the professor's desk. This gave a few precious moments to make her way to the door on the opposite end of the classroom and get ahead of the mob that would soon be leaving. But where she was expecting respite, she only found more faces and bodies eager to see her leave.

The audience that had formed was staring her down, as if they were begging Sally to come towards them and face the inevitable assault they had ready. She stepped back, only to see another wave of her classmates coming up from behind - Sally was trapped.

Bravery overtook her as she forced herself out of the classroom and into the waiting crowd. But instead of stepping back as they had done before, they merely stood there - practically shoulder to shoulder as the men behind her closed in. Sally felt like the walls were closing in around her as the people got closer. And then the touching began.

Someone behind her had placed a hand on her ass, squeezing her right butt cheek tightly enough to push her forward into another man who responded by holding her shoulders still. Other people pushed into the crowd, hoping to cop a feel of the naked girl in their midst as arms reached out from around the two men sandwiching her and started to grope for whatever skin they could find.

Sally struggled, shuffling even more against the man behind her as she was able to push away from where the crowd was at its thickest before landing right into the hands of at least three others - squeezing at her breasts and brushing hands against her hips as she struggled her way through.

It felt as though she were squeezing into a tight gap surrounded by fingers - getting massaged all over as she was beginning to focus less on going to her next class and more on getting away. She was glad she was short - even for a girl - most people didn't have the leeway to bend over to grope any further down than her butt. Who knows how far they would have gone otherwise?

After a few more minutes of pushing, she was finally able to emerge red and shaking from the thickest parts of the crowd - never before more grateful for the open space. She finally saw a teacher standing outside a classroom with a lit cigarette in his hand. Sally approached him for some sanctuary.

"Excuse me?" She asked. No response.

"Excuse me!" She asked again, louder.

The bored looking teacher looked down at the panting, naked girl as she pointed over her shoulder. A passing student took the chance to pinch her butt as he walked by.

"I'm being harassed." She complained. "Like that!"

"Really?" The teacher dropped the butt of his cigarette into some half-finished coffee. "By who?"

"Them!" Sally looked back. "All of them?"

Another passerby took a wide step to the side, his shoulder pushing into the nude girl and forcing her into a wall where he followed up by squeezing her breast before moving on.

"Every single person over there?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Sally deflected another groping hand with her own. "I mean, not all of them, but... Basically everyone!"

"And what do you want me to do about it?" He shrugged. "Ask them to stop?"

"I don't know," She shook her head, stepping away from another suspicious-looking student "Something like that!"

"Listen, if you didn't want guys grabbing your ass, you should've thought of that before you left your dorm naked this morning." He laughed, turning back to his room. "Either get dressed or stop complaining."

Sally's hand covered her chest as she looked back into the hallways where even more lecherous looks awaited. It seemed as though there was some conspiracy among the entire staff to ignore when she was being messed with - that was the second person today who seemed totally indifferent to her pleas.

Sally would have to do everything herself. She leaned into the crowd, trying to use her elbows to keep people out of her personal space. She lacked the upper-body strength to do much more than slow anybody down, but with the fast pace she was moving through the halls this was enough to avoid any prolonged grabbing.

Thankfully, it was later in the passing period by now and the other students were more concerned with getting to class on time than with groping Sally, so she was able to move with a quicker pace to her next classroom.

She had made it to her last class of the day just in time, the clocks on the wall giving her less than a minute before she would be considered tardy. Leah was already there, standing near the back of the classroom with her chair pushed out to the side. Sally wondered why she wasn't seated until she noticed it.

"What happened?" Sally asked in a hushed voice.

"What do you mean?" Leah forced a smile.

"Your butt!" She stayed quiet." "It's all red!"

"Oh, it's... It's nothing." Leah looked down at her desk. "I'll tell you about it later."

Leah blinked a long blinks, taking a few deep breaths as she patted an eye with the tips of her fingers. In spite of the slight smile on her lips, it was still a heartbreaking sight. Leah had been so strong and confident thus far. To see that she was barely holding it together gave her a sense of dread almost as strong as she had felt on the first day. Sally leaned her head forward and let her hair fall into a waiting hand, her finger back to its nervous habit.

"I see they took your books away, too." Leah was looking at her naked friend. "It figures. The administration is trying to force our focus to remain on the... hospitality of our classmates."

"Oh," Sally looked down at her free hand as if to confirm she wasn't holding anything. "Yeah."

The conversation ended there as the doors opened one more time. Professor Sherman burst into the doors, pausing slightly at the sight of two naked girls standing in his classroom. He had neck-length black hair, parted down the middle of his head and two thick eyebrows that always pointed towards his hooked nose.

"I see you are still dead set on this foolishness." He spoke in a low, slow voice. "I hope you understand how disrespectful this protest is to the foundations of our academy. Do not expect me to treat you with respect in kind."

Sally tightened her fists to hide her anger but Leah kept her feelings closed off. Even on the best of days, their Biology teacher was far from a kind or understanding man. He hated students who performed poorly, he hated students who answered questions too often, he hated students who asked for extra help. The only people he tolerated were those students of his who kept their mouths shut and got good grades, that is to say, he only tolerated the students whose faces he didn't recognize.

He was sure to recognize Sally as of today.

"You two in the back!" Sherman raised his voice. "Let me guess, you lost your textbooks?"

"They were confiscated, sir." Leah spoke in a professional tone. "For not being properly stored."

"Figures, I was informed that certain students were more likely to have no school supplies with them today." Sherman spoke up. "But don't worry - I have come up with a means of ensuring you are still involved in today's lesson on human reproduction."

He beckoned the girls to the front of the classroom where two stools were placed on the lecture stage.

'Human Reproduction.' The words made Sally freeze in place just next to the front row. Leah continued to walk forward diligently, passing by the closer of the two stools and sitting in the farthest one, limiting the amount of walking Sally had to do. Even now, she was being considerate.

Leah sat with her legs gracefully together, her feet resting on the ground as she had her hands in her lap, looking over to the professor. Sally didn't have the same courage and kept her legs crossed, her feet dangling just short of the floor as she hunched over to try to hide as much of her body as possible.

Sherman came closer, then stopped just next to Sally before turning to face the board and grabbing a string hanging nearby. A large diagram was lowered from its rolled-up position over there with a loud flapping noise. Sally turned her head slightly and noticed what the diagram was.

A womb.

"I am aware that this diagram on the board is rather small." Sherman addressed the audience. "But thankfully, we have two models here that I'm sure will be enthusiastic to allow those in the back to see."

"Pro-professor." Sally started to speak. "I'm not sure if I-"

"You do understand," Sherman spoke. "That if you should choose not to learn today I can simply have you sent to the dean's office for a lack of cooperation."

Sally swallowed her protests. She knew the school would jump at any opportunity to expel her or any of her fellow protestors for even a slight infraction. She couldn't risk giving them any reason to punish her, meaning she would have to go through with whatever she was told, no matter how humiliating the prospect was.

"Now ma'am," He took a marker from his desk. "Inside or out?"

Sally saw the marker in his hand, the shape of it and the aggressive way with which he was holding it. Her thoughts only went to one action, an action that sent shivers down her spine. She was already forced to display herself naked in front of her whole class, she didn't want anything to do with whatever 'Inside' might imply.

"O-outside." She stammered.

"Very well." He looked over at Leah. "This means that you will be our 'inside' model.

Sherman walked by Sally and made his way over to Leah, who merely sat on her stool with an indignant look. If he was hoping to make her flinch or squirm, he wasn't going to get a reaction. But when he got closer and looked down, he made a strange face and turned away, facing Sally instead.

"Unfortunately, it seems as though Leah is too hairy to serve as a proper model for this example." He approached Sally. "You will be our 'inside' model instead."

Sally gulped as he knelt down on one knee, placing his head nearly at crotch level. Sally tightened her legs together as hard as she could as the professor unscrewed the cap on the marker and proceeded to place the tip against Sally's stomach. Relief washed over both girls - the same thought must have entered both their minds.

The felt tip felt strangely cool against her skin as it dragged across her stomach, occasionally dipping as low as the tops of her thighs but thankfully, he never asked her to display any more than that. His motions were deft and quick, it only took a minute and some before he was finished.

Sherman almost stood up but stopped just short as he looked down at his pants.

"You may go." He pointed Sally away, "And you, take her place."

Sally slowly scooched out of her seat so as not to give anybody too much of a view and once up was finally able to see what he had drawn.

On her womb was a womb. Specifically, it was almost an exact match for the diagram on the board behind her. She slowly reached a hand down to feel it, dragging a finger along the marks on her body and finding that the marker didn't so much as smudge at her touch.

Leah sat down where Sally just was, wincing a bit as her soft butt smooshed down on the hard wooden chair. The redness had died down by now, but she was still clearly in discomfort.

"Very well," Sherman spoke to Leah. "Now ma'am, I will have to ask you to lean back and spread your legs apart."

Leah did as she was bade, turning a bit so Sherman's ears were next to her knees. He was breathing heavily as he made slow markings on Leah's sex, the marker squeaking with short, rapid movements all around her vagina. He was down there for about the same amount of time that he had been down there with Sally, who had nothing to do while the professor worked but stand off to the side and try to cover her modesty.

Finally, the professor was done with his works and he stepped back, still staying low to the ground as he kept one hand not-so-casually by his beltline before he made it back to his lecture podium. Sally could see his pants tenting behind the stand in such a position that only she could see.

"I have to ask you two not to cover up the diagrams." Sherman pointed out the position of Sally's hands over her body. "These will be visual aids for the students who are following the rules today. I will request that you make your way to the back of the classroom.

"Ma'am," Sherman pointed to the tall brunette. "As you are our 'outside' model, I ask that you keep your legs apart while you walk up and down the aisles. And so I know that you two aren't trying to prevent others from learning, I ask that you have your hands on your heads at all times."

Sally glanced over at Leah and noticed what kind of writing she had on her. With her legs spread apart, it was easy to see where several arrows were placed, all pointing down at various spots of her genitalia with numbers beside the ends of the arrows on various spots of her stomach and inner thigh.

"Now class!" The teacher raised his voice, briefly capturing the attention of the muttering audience. "Who here can point out the vestibule?"

Some of the men muttered to each other until a man near the middle of the classroom raised a hand. For perhaps the first time since the two naked women had entered the classroom, people mostly had their attention elsewhere as Sherman, too, looked up at the raised arm.

"Would our two volunteers please approach the student who has offered to answer?" He smiled, clearly enjoying the panicked faces of the two women as they realized what they were asked to do.

As Leah could not close her legs, Sally ended up overtaking her as she approached the man - who eagerly kept his hand up as he and the rest of the class watched the models walk towards him. She gripped her hair tightly, hoping to cover up how much her hands were shaking as she was powerless to cover herself without potentially receiving a larger infraction.

Sally stood still, shutting her eyes as she could feel the man staring intently at her. Leah took a while longer to get there, the awkward shuffle she was doing making it hard to take anything but short, wide steps.

When she heard the shuffling stop, Sally looked over and saw a disgruntled Leah at her side, her eyes on some corner of the ceiling instead of looking at the man who was meant to identify a part of her anatomy.

"Here, sir?" The man touched a finger between Leah's legs, causing her to let out a slight 'eep'. "Number 4."

"That's correct, very good." Sherman nodded. "But I have to ask you not to directly touch our models."

The class laughed, not taking the warning very seriously.

"Next, who can point out the Fimbria Ovarica?"

Sally gulped. Having done her homework, she knew she was the next model to be touched. A rush of hands shot up, the students now eager to have the naked women posing lewdly next to them if they attempted an answer.

"Yes, you in the back row!" The teacher exclaimed.

Sally looked up the long row of desks, all eyes on her as she paced her way by everybody, feeling the eyes crawling over her body as she approached the student.

"Um, I'm over here." He chuckled. Sally hadn't stopped close enough and the class let out a few more comments as she slowly inched as close to the man as possible so as to barely be within range of his arms.

"I still can't reach!" He said, barely even trying to stick out his arm.

"Let me help!" Somebody behind her shouted.

Sally felt a hand grabbing her butt as she was pushed forward. She lost her balance and, with her hands too far out of the way to block her fall, landed squarely on the lap of the student - her arms over his shoulders as her face was only a few inches from his.

The class laughed as a flustered, naked Sally scrambled to her feet, her hands going all over the man who made a fake showing of being upset with her despite doing nothing to help her upright.

He pointed to a spot on Sally's stomach after she'd gathered herself, taking his time in tracing a long path over her lower body before ultimately shouting out a number, seemingly at random.

"That's wrong, sir." Sherman sighed. "Perhaps you're not as familiar with the female body as you believe yourself to be."

The class laughed again, this time at the guessing student as his face turned bright red. Sally found it hard to feel at all sorry for him as his embarrassment couldn't possibly compare to the way she felt - even less so after he suggested spending a bit of time alone with Sally and Leah to become more familiar.

For the next hour, Sally and Leah were made to walk around the classroom allowing nearly every single student there to get a thorough look at their naked bodies, tracing lines over them as they ignored the orders to look without touching.

By the time they'd gone over nearly every part of the girls' anatomies, Sally was tired and begin to perspire around the armpits - having to walk up and down the stairs of the lecture hall was hard work, even when you weren't doing it naked.

Leah had it worse, having to keep her knees apart the entire time, and yet in spite of her long brown hair being visibly frazzled, she still seemed to be in much better shape than Sally was. Her breathing was heavy, but she still kept her mouth closed to hide that fact as much as she could in spite of her breasts heaving up and down.

"Well!" Sherman clapped his hands together. "Let's all give a hand to our volunteers for their cooperation, shall we?"

The class broke out into a loud applause, dotted with wolf-whistling and whooping as Leah finally put her arms down and began to walk back to the front of the classroom where Sherman was indicating. Sally immediately brought both arms to her chest, still unsure whether she was allowed to cover up the diagram - by now coated in a thin layer of sweat.

"But all of these diagrams and medical terms aren't especially useful in a lesson on human reproduction without an example, correct?" He asked the class.

They let out a roar of approval at the statement, their various cheers mixing together as Sally's heart sank at the sight of what the professor had pulled out of a case beneath his desk.

A long, pink, rubber dildo was being held in his hand with outstretched fingers, as though he wanted to hold it in the least sexual possible way - distancing himself from the object. Sally squeezed her legs together as she noticed him approaching her. She would have sprinted away if her legs allowed her to do any more.

But the professor paused just short of her, turning instead to the stood she was using before as he slammed it into the seat, a suction cup at its base making a squelching noise to indicate that it was stuck there.