A Student Body Protest Ch. 03

Leah and Sally had spent longer than either girl had expected to cleaning each other off. By this point in time, the hallways were becoming empty, most students were at their next obligation for the day or had left for lunch - or whatever other things they had to do that were better than lounging around indoors. A few faces still turned to take in the sights of two naked women walking alongside one another, but neither of them received any harassment on their way to the cafeteria. Sally thought that this was in part due to the fact that she was traveling with somebody - a lone target was much easier to bother than a duo.

When they arrived in the next building over, the number of men in the hallways started to increase a bit. Now, there was more harassment than before; A few stray hands found their way over to try and pinch Leah's butt or brush up against her thighs while walking by and one or two men would call out some lewd phrase, but they were mostly able to make their way across the building without any major obstacles. Sally did, however, take note of the fact that most of the groping was directed towards Leah instead of her.

She wasn't sure whether to be offended or grateful.

Finally, Sally was able to see a head of long, blond hair sticking out above the back of a booth - a head she recognized as Claire's - and soonafter the Red bobs hanging from the side of Amy's head stuck out around a corner as she began to wave the rest of the group over.

Once again, Leah took the further spot, sitting beside Amy as Sally took the last available seat by Claire's side. The booth they were in was slightly sheltered from most of the sight lines around the cafeteria - only people who were directly beside them would even know the girls seated there were naked (although this is assuming one ignores all the rumors that had spread over the last two days).

"I am glad to see that you two are still participating." Amy smiled. "Especially you, Sally."

"Well, what can she say?" Leah looked at her. "She's much stronger than she looks."

Sally blushed at the praise, simply rubbing her thighs together as a different kind of embarrassment than she'd felt all day flushed across her face.

"As much as I also appreciate everybody's persistence, I'm afraid I may have to spoil the celebrations." Claire looked across the room. "I couldn't help noticing that nobody here is carrying their books."

"Ah, right." Leah shrugged. "It seems we were all victims of some arbitrary rule enforcement. Again."

"Was your room key taken to the front office as well?" Amy asked. "It is a possibility that the confiscation of our access to our dormitory will be used against us at some point in the future."

"Oh great." Leah said, sarcastically. "They're gonna come up with some dumb reason to hold us back from sleeping."

"Not necessarily." Sally spoke up. "We're not the only women in this school, I'm sure one of the others would let us in eventually."

"Oh, naturally," Claire nodded. "But my major concern comes more from our lack of money."

Sally gulped. Among the other possessions she'd had taken away from her was a small purse with a bit of cash for lunch that day. It hadn't even crossed her mind that nobody among them had a means of paying for food.

"I don't suppose the cashier up there is willing to spot us the money?" Leah suggested.

"Excuse me!" A slightly slurred voice called out across the table - the voice of somebody speaking while wearing braces. "I couldn't help but notice that you were dealing with some financial troubles."

The four women turned around to see the source of the voice, a lanky girl with a black bow lcut and glasses that made her eyes look twice as big as they ought to was looking down at them. She was wearing denim shortalls over a long-sleeved shirt and had a messy notebook clutched to her chest, bits of paper sticking out from all around it.

"Perhaps." Leah spoke, keeping her emotions secret yet again. "Why do you ask?"

"I ask because I happen to be flush with cash at the moment and am willing to make an exchange." The nerdy girl spoke - her braces making her enunciate 'flush' and 'cash' with far more spit than was necessary.

"A bribe?" Claire raised an eyebrow.

"Not in such crude terms." The woman sat down, uninvited. "I am simply offering to buy the four of you lunch today in exchange for an interview."

"An interview?" Sally scooched away from the girl, who only took the opportunity to move closer.

"For the paper!" She pointed to her notebook. "I'm Gayle! From Gayle's Tales!

"It's a section in the school paper I have to myself - well - that I want to have for myself. The editor, Mr. J, has been discussing it with me for a few months but he always finds some reason not to let me publish anything. This time though, he'll have to let me publish my story - this one's too good to pass up!"

"That sounds fair." Leah spoke. "I suppose we just need to describe the last few hours, then?"

"That's right!" Gayle set out several papers and began scribbling with various pens, throwing some out when they failed to produce any ink. "I've been asking around about you four for a while now - there are a lot of rumors about what you're doing - but they seem far-fetched so I'm hoping to ask you directly for the truth!

"For example, did you know the cafeteria employees are supposed to be offering you free food this week? They've cleared a deal with the head of finances to let you all eat in spite of your confiscated cash on the conditions that your plates are on the floor and you don't touch the food with your hands."

"They wanted us to eat like animals?" Leah scoffed.

"Precisely!" Gayle spoke, too excited for the subject matter. "But since it would be hard to interview somebody when they're like that, I had hoped to speak in a more private setting instead."

The four women agreed to the interview process, dismissing Gayle with their orders as they took the next few minutes to recollect their stories up to that point. They sat in pondering silence, ignoring the few men who slowed their pace when they walked by the table until Gayle returned, several plates of food in her hands as she set down the feast in front of them.

Sally hadn't realized just how hungry she was. Running up and down the lecture hall in her previous class was exhausting work, and that was all on top of the constant rapid heartbeat throughout the day that had only now just subsided as she was sheltered from most of the stares while being surrounded by allies. She hoped that Gayle didn't take notice of how quickly she'd eaten the meal - though the other girl was so engrossed in the stories of the others that she felt she might be able to get away with pigging out, just this once.

"So how did all of this start?" Gayle asked.

"This all started last week." Leah began. "As I'm sure every woman on campus knows by now, Westridge recently updated its dress code with a series of absurd rules that are impossible to follow. They've been selectively enforcing these new rules as a means of weeding out its female students, writing us up for code violations so they can threaten expulsion."

"I know." Gayle added. "And then we all got together to come up with a plan to raise awareness. I was at the meeting, remember?

"What I really want to know is what it's been like." Gayle's hands started shaking in excitement. "I need the details - a full walk through of everything you've gone through since you first stepped out of the dorms in the buff!"

"A full walk through..." Amy began to tap her fingers on the table. "Of everything we've done?"

"Well, I've managed to piece together some of what's gone on so far from interviewing other people." Gayle looked down at her notes. "Like, is it true that you were spanked?"

Amy jumped back in shock as Sally felt her jaw drop. Claire looked over incredulously while Leah blushed, sliding a lock of hair away from her face after she looked down at the table.

"Yes." She admitted. "That's true.

"I was leaving my first class of the day when some men blocked the door. They told me I had to pay a toll to leave the building and that the toll was five spankings."

"They spanked you?" Gayle asked the question, but every other girl there seemed to share the sentiment.

"No, actually." Leah took a deep breath. "They said I had to have somebody else spank me. That I would have to... well, ask for it. I had to walk around the hallway naked, asking people to spank my bare butt."

"I see..." Gayle was writing furiously in the notebook. "And you, Sally. Is it true you had to masturbate in your Spanish class?"

"What? No!" Sally's voice had come out louder than she had thought it would. "I mean, they made me tell the class that I did... It- it wasn't at all true though! It was just an example for an assignment!"

"Okay..." Gayle crossed out a few things. "And Amy, I heard that you were - er - accessorized?"

"Ah, that." Amy, looked away from her food. "I found it... difficult to maintain my focus on the lesson during my first class today. The teacher agreed that, as I was not looking at the board, I shouldn't have my gaze drifting elsewhere and... And I was blindfolded."

"Blindfolded?" Gayle looked up from her notebook.

"Yes." Amy shuddered. "Not being able to see where anybody was looking meant that... When you can't see who is looking and where, you just have to assume the worst. And they kept touching me all over - I had no way of preparing for any of the grabbing. Plus, my other senses were heightened and... and..."

Amy cleared her throat. "That is all."

"Okay..." Gayle wrote a few more things down before turning to Claire. "And then, you were the Sex Ed. model, correct?"

"No!" Claire shook her head. "That's preposterous! I- As of right now my day has been completely normal! Aside from being naked, that is. What has been going on with the rest of you?"

"We were the Biology models." Leah pointed to herself and Sally. "But Claire, what do you mean by completely normal?"

"I mean, none of my teachers have blindfolded me or made me talk about my masturbation habits."

"Fake habits!" Sally interjected.

"Right." Claire continued. "I haven't been spanked or tied up or anything! My teachers have been a bit awkward around me, like they're trying not to look at all - but they've been enforcing the rules pretty thoroughly. One student even got sent out of the classroom when he tried to grab my leg!"

"What could that mean?" Amy started tapping her fingers even faster. "If we have all been getting singled out by the staff with the exception of Claire..."

"Maybe they want to... I don't know, to drive us apart?" Sally suggested. "The administration may want us to resent her."

"Impossible." Leah shook her head. "If that's what they're hoping to do, then their efforts are wasted. Nothing is going to break up our group. That's a promise."

Sally remembered Leah's last promise - that today was going to be easier than yesterday - and shuddered. Could the administration really have a subtle motive like that? They were obviously behind the increased harassment the women had faced thus far today, but their methods could have been so much more sinister than that.

The meals and interviews continued on for a bit longer, each girl sharing some more of their experiences as they finished up their meals. When it came time for them to leave for their next class period, Gayle thanked them for their time and even offered to clean up the table afterwards. They waved goodbye and made their way to the exit of the cafeteria building where Amy peeled off from the rest of the group.

"I must apologize." Amy spoke. "But I don't have any more classes today. My final block is an independent study hall."

"It's alright." Leah waved a hand. "You can go back to your dorm room, there's no point in sticking around if you don't have class after this."

"Excellent." Amy nodded slightly. "I did not want to give the impression that I was dropping out early, especially after the theory was posited about our group being divided."

"I get it." Leah smiled. "But don't worry about that, either. We're sticking together no matter what, right Claire?"

"What?" Claire seemed to be deep in thought. "Oh, yes."

The three women went towards the classrooms as Amy left to go to the dorms before stopping in place and turning around to go towards the front offices instead. Her sudden turn reminded Sally that she would need to make the extra stop as well after her next class, but at least she wouldn't have to do it alone.

"I hope Amy will be alright." She thought aloud.

...

The crowds in the hallway started to pick up again and a few men were beginning to call out to the nude trio with the taller girls on the outside of their formation having to side-step some of the bolder boys reaching out for a fondle here and there. Leah and Claire decided to make a slight detour to drop Sally off by her next class as it wasn't too far out of the way and they were eager to show a bit more unity in the face of the new theory about Claire.

And then, she was left alone once more.

Sally heard a whistle, though whether it was directed at her or the two women leaving the other way, she could not tell. She swallowed, then entered the History classroom.

She immediately despaired at the sight of the arrangement of chairs inside the room - instead of the usual rows, all of the seats were set up in a series of semi-circles around an open area in the middle of the classroom. At the center of it all were three mystery objects, covered in thick, woolen blankets that obstructed everything but the most basic of silhouettes. From a distant estimation, Sally guessed that they were furniture.

She took a seat on the far side of the formation in the front row, once again on the logic that being further back would make her classmates' attempts at harassment more blatant even if she was more exposed in this position. Other students started to filter into the room, many of whom took in the sight of the naked girl with a long stare before realizing that there was no way to walk by her on the way to any of the other seats.

To her relief, the only person bold enough to sit in the one vacant seat at her side also happened to be the only other woman in the class - Dolores. Dolores, who called herself 'Dolly', had brown hair she always wore in an out-of-fashion up do. Her pointed glasses rested on the tip of her nose, too small for her round face so they often slid down shortly after the girl fixed them.

She didn't say anything to Sally when she took the seat next to her, but Sally still took the action as a sign of support - grateful not to be left alone with a bunch of men and thankful for the safety in numbers.

The teacher entered not too long afterwards, his comb-over peeking through the door first as he was excitedly looking through a few papers he was holding in his hands. Professor Irving was a man full of passion and not much else. He clearly had a deep love of history and only taught the class as a means to let that passion out in some small way.

"Today is a very special day, indeed!" He looked up from his papers and let his eyes dart around the classroom, resting on Sally's legs a few times before pretending to look elsewhere.

"Usually, History is a class full of lectures and memorization - I have always resented that I cannot teach more active lessons with such a fascinating subject." He let out a sigh. "The college will only approve so many off-campus excursions a semester.

"But today, instead of having us visit history, I have the privilege of allowing history to come visit us." Irving gestured to the blanket-covered objects in the middle of the room. "I have been asking the dean to allow me to teach a lesson in this vein for years now and only yesterday did he finally cave in and accept the offer."

Irving stepped towards the blanket closest to Sally, standing so near to her that she had to scoot over so as not to have her toes tread upon. The professor was oblivious to the fact that he had so little attention on him at the moment, every student was still eyeing Sally - whose position in the front of the room meant she could not simply hide behind a desk as she had been able to do the first day of this protest.

"Who here is familiar with the Spanish Inquisition?" Irving asked the audience.

The Spanish Inquisition? Sally hadn't expected that. And she certainly did not expect the triangular object he revealed from underneath the blanket.

"This is a 'Chevalet'. Also known as a Wooden Horse or Spanish Donkey; a device commonly used by the Spanish Inquisition as a means of torturing those the church viewed as heretics. Generally, this device was used on women who were being questioned." Irving admired the wooden finish, running a hand over the back of it. "It has been partially restored by a historical society nearby and graciously loaned to us for educational purposes.

"Our school has even been given a small amount of freedom to use it in the interests of spreading historical knowledge!" Irving clapped his hands together. "Isn't that wonderful?

"Of course, I would need a volunteer to truly show off how it was typically used. Do we have any women willing to volunteer?"

Sally tried to slouch down in her seat, though in the front row that didn't do her any good. Every eye in the room was on her before the lesson even began but now, she felt even more seen than before. Her gaze briefly looked up at Dolly, but the only other girl in the classroom merely averted her eyes. It didn't matter. Sally knew this lesson was designed for her specifically.

"How about you, Sally?" Irving walked up to her. "I do hope you allow Westridge to take advantage of this unique educational opportunity. It would be a shame if we had no volunteers - I doubt the administration would be happy about the lesson being aborted after pulling so many strings to have things in place."

Sally stood up from her seat, the threat to her academic career fully understood. There was a bit of mumbling from the classroom as people started to stare intently at the wooden horse, some in disbelief at what was about to transpire.

"Thank you, Sally." Irving placed a hand on the small of her back - as if to make absolutely sure she wasn't going to go anywhere as he guided her a bit closer to the device.

"Now, ordinary chevalets would have small metal spike strips placed on top of them to really dig into the skin of the person being questioned." Irving began the lesson, addressing the crowd but keeping the naked student well within his line of sight as well. "Fortunately for our volunteer, we don't have any such devices with us today - additionally, this wooden horse was restored with some of the sharper edges at the top sanded down, meaning that it's quite safe to sit upon for a short period of time.

"Now, ma'am. If you would be so kind as to mount the chair."

Irving gestured to the chevalet, holding out a hand as he stepped back to watch Sally get on top of it. Though that was much easier said than done. The chevalet was a few feet off the ground, much taller than any normal chair, and Sally couldn't figure out a way to simply mount the device from the ground. After a bit of searching for some kind of foothold, the teacher brought her chair over so she might stand on it. She swallowed, then climbed up.

Sally placed one foot gingerly over the far edge of the chevalet - trying to keep one hand in front of her vagina as the motion spread her legs apart. She managed to slowly lower herself down, using the hand that was covering her modesty as a brace to ease herself onto the device. But when she tried to sit down, she immediately felt a discomfort as the smooth wooden surface started to violate her from below.