A Student Body Protest
by viedogaems

Part 4

More women start a nude protest; Whether they want to or not.

There were eight naked women standing behind the wall - occasionally, somebody would peek out through the window to see if the mob was still there and her sunken expression would confirm that they indeed were.

The protestors had grown in number since yesterday in spite of Amy dropping out of the event. News of what had happened to her last night had spread and made the remaining holdouts "angry as hell". Sally felt a small sense of pride when she saw another woman come downstairs in the nude that morning, a sense that grew and grew into near excitement as the number of nudists who joined them in the lobby increased until she had counted over half of the female students at Westridge among their participants. Remembering their strength in numbers, she was pleased to see that the protest had doubled in size to eight.

Sally still wished it was nine.

Leah peeked her head around the corner again, saw the men gathered outside their dorm, and sighed. The mob had grown in size since a few minutes ago and they couldn't lounge around in the nude forever. Eventually, they would have to leave the safety of the building and go to class. But when would that be?

"Still there." Leah shook her head, sitting back down at the table. She had clearly washed her long, brown hair this morning - wet tips clung slightly to her back, grabbing at the bare skin whenever she turned her head this way or that.

"What an unfortunate omen." Claire was leaning back, one arm casually over the back of Leah's chair. Her blond hair hung down in a ponytail today. "I knew the administrators would ramp up their attacks on us today, but this is a bit excessive."

"Do you think we could get away with showing up to class a bit late?" Tiffany, one of the most recent recruits added. Her thin arms were still wrapped around her chest with a sense of shame that Sally recognized wasn't present in herself as of some time yesterday.

"I doubt it." Dolly sighed, pressing her thick legs together. "And I also doubt that those men will leave just because classes have started."

"So the question remains..." Leah peeked out the window again. "How do we get past those boys in one piece?"

Sally knew the obvious answer - they would simply put up with whatever molestation the men would levy their way as they walked to class. It was the same situation they had faced time and time again thus far - whenever the number of men was higher than the number of women, they would get harassed endlessly. Sticking together was the only way to get some sort of safety on campus - at least, from physical molestation - but with so many men camped outside their dorm, they knew that numerical advantage would be denied.

And of course, the new girls were a concern as well.

Sally, Leah, and Claire were three of the original protestors who had gone to class naked for the last two days. Dolores and Tiffany joined them yesterday and followed through by starting today naked as well. The last three were Nina, who Sally shared her first class of the day with, and two women she had never had the chance of introducing herself to who went by Jennifer and Felicia. Sally was never good with names, and the fact that she was already struggling to remember who was who felt relaxing in a way; Their protest was getting bigger.

And yet, some of them were already looking as though they were about to falter - to run back up to their dorm rooms to get dressed again. They had remained clothed for the last few days and been written up by the administration for violating dress code - something that would eventually wind up as an expulsion - so going to class naked seemed like the only 'safe' option for getting their right to attend college back.

But if they were sexually harassed so thoroughly so early into the day, the odds that they'd make it through to the end of the protest would surely shrink. They needed a plan to smuggle these girls further from the dorm rooms in safety - to at least build their confidence in the de facto leadership of this movement.

So the question remained of how to get eight naked women across campus without scaring the three of them with the least experience. Sally poked her head around to corner to check on the situation herself and saw at least twenty men sitting around. Some were in the grass outside the dorm, others on ledges, and a few had even brought folding chairs to wait on the Westridge women to leave their dorms. This was not a spontaneous gathering.

One of the men pointed up, shouting something inaudible through the walls and windows that separated the two groups and soon most of the crowd's attention had turned to the naked Sally, who at that point realized her bare chest was slightly exposed through the glass. She leapt back to the safety of the wall the rest of the girls had used as cover, her hands rising to cover herself despite the safety.

And then, the worst case scenario started. One of the girls was sitting on the floor nearby, holding her head in her hands in a near-fetal position as her muttering grew louder.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Jennifer yelled. "I'm getting dressed!" The tall but shapely woman covered her pale body with her hands and stood up.

"I'm going, too." Nina joined in, she was shorter and thinner, with tan lines that made Sally assume she was a swimmer - or at least she was a swimmer during summers.

Leah and Claire gave them pained looks - clearly wanting to keep their unity intact but also unsure how to keep the group from losing their collective nerves.

"Wait!" Sally surprised even herself when she raised her voice, calling out to the two women who had just stood up. "Don't go!"

"You've seen those men." Jennifer replied. "What do you think would happen if any of us were to go outside right now?"

"Maybe you want to get molested by a bunch of guys, but I'm out." Nina said, though not with an angry look in her eyes. Instead, the general feeling was one of failure - a failure to even launch their foray into the protest.

"It will be okay!" Sally tried to reassure them, but her voice cracked a bit while speaking letting her true feelings slip through.

"Unless you have a way to get by those men, I'm leaving, too." Felicia stood up, her dirty blonde hair tied into two pigtails in a failed attempt at covering her chest godiva-style. The whole atmosphere was shifting. Even Sally started to see the logic in surrender.

Which is why her next words seemed to come out of nowhere.

"I have a plan!"

The women stopped, turning to face the short, naked girl standing by the window. Some of the girls who were covering briefly let their hands lower, as if the mere idea of a strategy gave them a bit of additional hope, but Sally knew that this hope was not long if she didn't suggest something. The truth was, she did have a plan. She just didn't want to have to go through with it and failed to come up with anything better. In this state, she wouldn't have the time anyway.

"You can leave through the side exit, then swing around the other dorms and head along the road from there." Sally began. Her voice was only a little bit more confident than before, but she was still able to command the attention of the other women. "Then, you can make it to the main complex after only a few minutes. From there, you should be able to get to class on time."

"No way!" Nina shouted. "Along the roads?"

"But won't the cars on the highway see us?"

"There is a bit of distance between the two areas." Claire raised her voice, drowning out the panic of the crowd. "And I find it unlikely any motorist would come to a halt from full speed just to ogle a few girls - that is, of course, assuming the drivers even notice. Highways are full of distractions."

"Even if that works," The first girl to stand up interrupted. "I don't think we can just slip out of the side exits so easily. There are enough men outside that we're probably gonna be noticed by at least one of them, and then if that happens, the rest will follow!"

"She's correct," Felicia added. "The side exit is not that far out of the way. I doubt we can slip by unnoticed."

"You'll be okay." Sally sighed. She then stood up straight, so that her voice would ring out across the entire common area. "I will distract them."

For a moment, there was silence. A distraction? The others had incredulous looks on their faces - not that they didn't understand what she meant, but that they couldn't believe somebody would attempt such a thing. If Sally was to be understood, she meant to allow nearly thirty men to have their way with her - a similar fate to what happened to Amy just last night.

"Are you sure you can do that?" Nina asked, as she stepped closer, the light of the room making her tan-lines appear almost invisible.

"Y-yes." Sally had hoped her voice would show more confidence. "If it's what needs to be done."

"I do not believe she was asking if you had the courage to do so." Felicia sat back down. "But if you alone could distract all of the men out there at once. There appears to be nearly forty present."

"Maybe she will fail!" Claire stood up suddenly, calling the attention in the room to her. "But so what? This entire protest was a risk from the beginning, a risk that I assume we all understood going into it. Maybe Sally will fail, maybe she will succeed, it's better than doing nothing!"

"It's isn't like the alternative is any better." Dolly spoke up. "We go out through the front door, those men are gonna do stuff to us. But we've already been through a ton; Just yesterday, Sally was forced to-"

"That's okay Dolly!" Sally interrupted. Just remembering the humiliation she went through in history class yesterday was enough to make her sex start to ache. "You don't need to being that up again."

The women in the dorm continued to discuss the pros and cons of Sally's suggestion among themselves, the original members of the protest trying desperately to make sure the conversation never slipped back towards quitting altogether and stayed as a debate between the two options. It wasn't until further doubt was placed on Sally's ability to distract that Leah finally spoke for the first time in a while.

"She won't go alone. I will join her."

As the unofficial leader of the group, Leah seemed to demand the most attention when she did anything. The rest of the girls grew silent, hanging on whatever suggestion she was about to make as though it would serve as official word of their plan moving forward.

"Very well," Claire smiled slightly - trying to force her nerves away. "As one of the founding members of this protest, I suppose it's my responsibility to join you two."

"No," Leah shook her head. "Remember, the staff is excluding you from the harassment. If these boys were sent at the behest of the administration, then there is a chance that your presence will do nothing but confuse them. Besides, somebody will need to lead the rest of the group towards campus."

"I-" Claire tried not to let her relief show. Her failure to do so made Sally even more nervous about what she had agreed to do. "I understand. I will do my best."

"Good." Leah stood up and walked over to the window. "Classes will start eventually, and we can't have anybody show up late; There's no point in waiting around any longer.

"Sally, if you would?"

Leah held out a hand to Sally, who still hadn't quite accepted that she was about to willingly give herself over to a large group of men to be harassed. But when she saw a slightly pained look on Leah's face, she thought that perhaps the other woman wasn't confident either. She had spent so long thinking of Leah as a perfect role model and natural leader that she never considered that beneath her cool exterior was any amount of ambiguity to her actions.

If they were going to be at all successful, they would have to do it together. Sally took Leah's hand and they walked to the door together.

They hadn't even made it out the door all the way when the crowd of men outside started to rally together; Their voices calling out so many lewd phrases that Sally was almost appreciative of the fact that so many had gathered, their voices prevented any one person from being comprehensible. At first glance, she thought there must have been about fifty people gathered around to look at her, but after Leah gave her hand a comforting squeeze, her imagination stopped running so much and she reduced that number internally to a more realistic twenty ish.

But even that many eyes were more than enough to once again remind Sally of the simple fact of what she was doing and how. She was naked. Her knees buckled a bit from nervousness as she could feel the gazes looking up at her vagina and breasts, the ogling causing a cold shiver to go down the back of her neck as though somebody had pressed an ice cube into her spine. From up on the stairs, she was giving the men gathered a clear view of her slit, but knew that if she covered it out of instinct, her brave facade might shatter and the whole campus would know what she was - a naked coward.

"Sally..." Leah whispered, not letting her head turn away from the men. "Follow my lead."

"Follow your wh-" Sally tried to whisper back, but her voice was muffled when she saw the other girl's head come quickly towards her, tilting slightly to the side and stopping just in time for nothing to collide but their lips.

Leah's nose tapped against the top of Sally's cheek, rapid breaths blowing against her face as a warmth overtook her from the jaw down. She tried to pull away but Leah's arms had made their way low, grabbing Sally around the waist and pulling her close - not that Sally's efforts to flee were especially strong.

Sally reached up to try to hold the other girl as well, but found that between the embarrassment of standing there naked in front of so many people and the shock of suddenly being kissed, she only reached part ways up and her left hand ended up on Leah's breast. Why she took that chance to squeeze it, she didn't know.

"It's working." Leah whispered in Sally's ear - the words only taking on any meaning a few seconds later as she felt her arms tighter around her body, Leah's naked body pressing tightly against her own as her breasts enveloped her upper body - two warm masses wrapping around her until she could feel Leah's rapid heart beating out of time with her own.

The men at the base of the stairs were cheering - louder than they had when the two naked women came out of the dorm after so many minutes of waiting. She tried to drown out their shouts, to focus entirely on Leah's kisses, but found that there was warmth coming from more than just the other woman as she tried to do so.

Remembering their mission, Sally tried to kiss back - puckering her lips and then... and then what? Leah would pull away slightly, taking Sally's bottom lip with her a bit before moving in for another go at her. Sally lacked the experience to know what constituted 'good' or 'bad' kissing, simply trying to make smooching noises whenever Leah's lips came close again. If she had to guess, she would call Leah a good kisser and herself a bad one.

And then, the men grew quiet.

Still enveloped by Leah's body, Sally started to fear the worst - that the men gathered had figured out the plan and noticed the rest of the girls sneaking away. She tried not to give any indication that there even was a plan and leaned in to kiss Leah back, only to get a mouthful of hair.

"You two!" A familiar voice called out. Sally flicked some hair out of her mouth with her tongue and saw Eve standing in a gap in the crowd. "Your presence is requested at the Dean's office immediately."

The dean's? So far, he had only called on them to make vague threats and to try to discourage their future protests. She didn't like the idea of having to show up so early, nor could she guess what the meeting was for. But Leah had started down the stairs, making for the gap next to the dean's secretary, so Sally wiped her lips on the back of her arm and followed, hoping not to get too far away from the girl's swaying butt to be left alone.

"Step back." Eve demanded as the men, recognizing her authority, gave the two naked girls a bit of room to follow the clothed one.

As they walked down the middle of the main path to the school, they got plenty of stares. Sally had hoped she'd be used to this by now but perhaps the recent memory of having made out with one of her friends in front of so many people was making her more nervous as she found herself moving closer to Eve, nearly clutching the clothed woman's shirt for cover.

"What's the meaning of this meeting?" Leah remained composed, walking alongside Eve to give the impression that she wasn't being led anywhere.

"Stay quiet." Eve said without turning her head. "You'll see."

They arrived at the front office after a few more minutes, time that Sally spent trying to regain her composure by mimicking Leah's body language as well as she could. Even though watching the other girl's naked body reminded her of her own nudity, she still pressed forward. She was focusing so much on the way she was walking that she barely noticed Claire, Nina, and Tiffany waiting outside.

"Oh thank god." Tiffany sighed. "I didn't really think that would work!"

"I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised as well." Claire added. "Quite the plan, Nina."

"What would work?" Sally asked, stepping out from behind Eve. "What plan?"

"There is no meeting." Eve looked down at her and smiled. "These three came into my office and explained the entire thing. I pretended there was an emergency and brought the two of you over here, away from those men who had gathered. But the plan was Nina's."

"Oh, it's - er-" The naked girl wrapped her brown arms around her body, squeezing two pale breasts together. "Least I could do after being such a downer this morning."

"I started to suspect something like that when Eve refused to explain where we were going." Leah smiled, looking over at the secretary. "I guess you're okay with going against the wishes of the dean, then?"

"I couldn't just sit back and do nothing." Eve sighed. "But if you'll excuse me, I should get back to my office before they realize I'm gone - and you all should probably get to class before those men from before realize the building they're camped in front of is empty and they come back here."

The others, realizing the wisdom in this, gave brief goodbyes before stepping away to go to class. There were still quite a few men who seemingly had nothing better to do than to stand at a distance and stare at the gathering of naked women, so they knew they still had some time until they needed to be anywhere. They planned a route that would keep them as a group for as long as possible, and that meant dropping off Tiffany first.

It felt nice to be indoors again, the cool tile against Sally's bare feet reminding her of how long she had just spent walking along the concrete barefoot. Indoors, the men were closer than usual but also fewer in number, and the girls were able to walk almost casually, sharing a few encouraging words to try to lift their spirits before what would be a long day.

But those spirits didn't stay lifted for long as they started to collectively realize something about their casual cantor through the halls. It was almost too casual - the number of men ogling them was lower than before as several had their attentions elsewhere, crowding around one of the classroom doors close enough to Tiffany's next class that they had no choice but seeing what the commotion was.

Or rather, who it was.

"Gayle!" Claire shouted, running forward as the other girls suddenly scrambled to follow her in spite of their reservations about walking naked into a crowd.

The girl who had interviewed them yesterday was standing outside the newspaper's headquarters - her ankle chained to a large wagon full of folded up papers. She was wearing nothing but a large cast of duct tape around both her arms, pulled behind her back in a way that kept her leaning forward slightly.

"Tiffany?" Gayle moaned, her voice tired. When Sally looked more closely, she could see that her skin was slightly discolored around her breasts and waist - several marks that looked as though she's been pinched and fondled.

"What did they do to you?" Tiffany stepped forward, her fingers twitching as she reached up for the tape behind the girl, searching for the end of it.

"No, don't." Gayle stepped away. "If they catch you, I'll get kicked out!"

"Kicked out of what?" Tiffany looked over at the crowd of men, most of whom were clearly enjoying the increased spectacle of multiple naked women gathered around where there was only one before. She swallowed a bit of fear and stepped away from them.

Sally stepped to the far side of Claire, using her as a physical shield against the crowd of men as the other side of her was closer to the wall. It didn't feel safe - nothing did while you were naked - but it was better than risking one of the faces in the crowd trying to grope at her while everybody else was distracted. She noticed that Nina had followed her to use the other girl in the same way, assuming the crowd was still respecting her boundaries for the still-unknown reason.

"I have to sell all of these newspapers." Gayle muttered. "Or they'll kick me out of the club... A-and I'll get a huge fine, and then they said they'd call the police, and... and!"

"Why are you naked?" Tiffany tried to keep her focus on Gayle but found herself glancing over to the men surrounding them every so often, trying to ignore their taunts as she leaned in closer.

"I... I came to the morning meeting like this." She admitted. "I thought I'd do solidarity with the protest. Since I ran the story about it and all."

"They let you run Gayle's Tales?" Sally stepped forward, having to raise her voice a bit to be heard over the others.

Gayle shook her head.

"I... I snuck ot in. I ran it without permission after I was shot down and then... And then when I told them so they threatened me. They said I would go to jail for breaking in and stealing unless I could sell all the papers but... But look!"

Gayle gestured towards the wagon tied to her ankle. It was completely full - more than full, it seemed like the papers were stacked precariously and that if she took a step further away from the door, they'd all spill out onto the floor.

"And your arms?" Tiffany looked at Gayle's bare shoulders, pulled uncomfortably behind her.

"So I don't just destroy the papers and say they were sold." Gayle looked down at the huge pile. "Please, you've got to help me. I don't wanna be expelled for trying to tell the truth!"

Sally looked up at the clock, then back to the wagon, then at the crowd of men. They didn't have much time before classes started, but she couldn't just leave somebody tied up and naked like this. Gayle's predicament reminded her too much of Amy - and the final harassment that made her give up on the protest. She wanted to be better this time, not to fail again, and yet...

Nina stepped forward, out from behind the shocked Claire. The girl grabbed a few papers from the stack and began to unfold them a bit, holding them out like a garment of clothing. And then, she began to wrap them around herself like a series of short towels.

Of course! They didn't have the money to buy any of the papers off of her themselves, nor was there much they could sell that the men couldn't simply take for themselves. But they could withhold their own nudity - the nudity that so many people were up until now enjoying.

"Excuse me!" Nina shouted towards the crowd. "I have decided to dress myself again!"

"And I will remain dressed for as long as I need to! These papers will be shared with the rest of us protestors and we will be shrouded in the truth!"

The crowd began to moan in disappointment as the other girls began to follow suit, wrapping newspapers around their bodies and helping one another to tuck the pages into each other so they might stay put. 'Gayle's Tales' was hardly a thick enough publication to do much and the makeshift garments had to be held in place by hands, but Sally suspected that this wasn't a long term plan - Nina was bluffing.

And the men were falling for the bluff. The papers would surely be confiscated if they weren't also the cause of write-ups by the teaching staff that day. But after seeing a bunch of naked women, most of the men were not thinking logically enough to make long-term connections such as this.

"I'll buy one!"

"Me too!"

"How many will this much get me!"

There was a bit of light in Gayle's eyes as she realized what was going on. The others were somehow managing to sell a story everybody already knew about by withholding a sight they'd already seen with a plan that couldn't work. And it was all working.

Within a few minutes, all of the papers were sold and Gayle's wagon had gone from being full of unsold pages to loose change and bills. As the pages that had directly come into contact with the women sold at a premium (the paper around Claire's breasts even auctioned out) Gayle actually came out ahead of the curve.

The crowd began to disperse a bit as the clock counted down the last few minutes before class, a few crumpled up papers being left behind as some of the buyers felt remorse over the fact that the articles were published without pictures. Tiffany tugged at the duct tape behind Gayle a few times before shaking her head.

"My next class is photography. There's sure to be a box cutter or something in the lab." She gestured to a nearby room. "I'll cut you loose in there, not sure if there's anything I can do about the wagon, but they're sure to get that off when you show them you actually sold the papers."

The girls waved goodbye as Tiffany guided Gayle into the doors nearby. Claire led the way, a few stragglers from the fiasco before moving out of her way as Nina and Sally followed behind her.

"Why do you think the papers weren't selling before?" Sally asked. "Considering how... detailed her interviews were, you would expect that at least a few guys would have been interested."

"If I know Gayle," Claire chuckled. "She probably overshared. Told the gathered crowd that she would remain naked before them until the papers sold out - ruining any incentive to read about what they could see for free."

"That girl..." Nina rolled her eyes. "I appreciate how extroverted she is, but she doesn't need to learn when to keep her mouth shut."

Claire dropped the two girls off at their first class of the day just before the bell rang. Sally waved goodbye, wondering if her friend would be alright showing up late to class. Considering the lack of harassment she had received thus far, she suspected she might be okay, but the thought still disturbed her.

What disturbed her more was the thought of what may happen in that class period. Yesterday, she hadn't gone a single class without some kind of humiliation lined up, and the dean threatened that today would be even worse. But today would also have another advantage - a second protestor to offset some of the attention from herself.

And yet she also knew that Nina would have it even harder due to her relative lack of experience. The girl was already pressing two tanned arms into her breasts, the pale skin enveloping the limbs as she took deep, nervous breaths. When she caught Sally looking over at her, her scared expression lightened a bit - though still frowning, she gave a curt nod and they walked into the room together.

The room was silent when they walked in, but it was the type of silence you could tell had been a relatively recent development. The whole class was turned in their seats to watch the door as it creaked shut behind the two naked women, the door slamming behind them being the only noise. A bit of muttering started up, but for the most part the men in the class were too busy ogling Sally and Nina to say much to each other.

"Damn, those tanlines."

"Nice, now there's two of them!"

"Better tits than the other girl..."

Sally was more practiced at ignoring this sort of catcalling, but it was clear that Nina was having a worse reaction. She stepped back towards the door, but Sally reached out a hand and waited for Nina to take it, eventually leading her forward until they were near the middle of the classroom.

Her professor, Mr. Oswald, had assigned seats in his classroom - meant to make attendance easier. Sally had hoped they would be able to sit by one another so that they might be able to support each other, but knew that wouldn't be possible as their last names weren't close enough to have that chance. The two girls walked to Nina's assigned seat, Sally trying to keep her eyes looking just over the heads of the crowd to stay focused while Nina's gaze was firmly on the ground.

"I'm upset that this folly is still ongoing." Mr. Oswald scowled. "But not surprised. Do not take your seat, ma'am."

"Excuse me?" Sally looked up, but Nina merely froze in place beside the aisle.

"This is meant to be a class of learning, not public displays of lewdness. As much as I respect the rights of our students to protest, I would ask that you at least pretend that you still care about learning." The professor was walking down the aisles, quickly approaching the two women. "Since neither of you were able to bring your textbooks today, it's clear that you value this protest more than your education. I don't see why I ought to pander to only one of those ideas when the rest of the class is more well-behaved."

Nina flinched away from the teacher, hiding behind Sally despite the girl being shorter than she was. Sally stood her ground, though she had to squeeze Nina's hand to keep them both calm.

Oswald turned just before he got to the two of them and made his way down the aisle, stopping in front of Nina's seat and picking it up off the ground. He lifted the chair over his head as he made his way back down the aisle, lowering it again when he was clear of them before marching down the middle of the classroom and placing the chair on a stack of them near his desk.

It was at that point that Sally noticed the empty space where her assigned seat usually was.

"If you are not bringing your full attention to my class then I see no reason why I ought to give you my classroom's materials." Oswald stood behind his lecture podium. "Until you get dressed, I have no intention of giving either of you women chairs. Besides, you'd just dirty them anyway."

Sally knew there would be some sort of humiliation for her today; Some kind of means of singling her out to draw attention to her naked body. She sighed, telling herself it was for the good of the protest. The more attention she got, the more the word would spread (even though the logical part of her brain knew she would be raising just as much awareness if she was able to learn naked without having to sit on the floor).

"Good luck." Sally whispered into the shaking Nina's ear, noticing a few tears welling up in the corners of the scared girl's eyes. She was walking over to her assigned 'seat', having to turn her body a bit to fit in the narrow rows. The guys she passed leaned back in their chairs, making it difficult to cross without pressing her body against theirs. Sally tried squatting a bit so that the only parts of her touching them her her stomach instead of her thighs as she made herself ready to kneel down on the floor for that class period, but the teacher called out to stop her.

"Not the floor." He spoke, firmly. "I still have an obligation to teach you, just not one to supply chairs or textbooks.

"If you don't want to be written up for an absence, please find somebody who bothered to show up to class prepared today and share a seat with them."

Sally froze in that aisle, not moving until she felt something bounce off her butt that woke her out of that short trance. She didn't bother to look around to see who threw it, merely asking the professor if she understood him correctly.

"What do you mean... share?"

"Are you slow or something?" He shook his head. "I mean sit down on somebody else's chair and read out of their textbook. Find somebody willing to scoot over a bit."

Before she could say anything else, her ears were flooded with the sounds of plenty of shuffling with teasing voices calling out to her to sit by them. Some men moved over to make room by their side, others leaned back and patted the tops of their thighs.

Sally looked at Nina, wondering if the girl had come up with some way out of this one. But that girl was frozen in fear, only moving when the guy on the aisle grabbed her by the waist and forced her down onto his waiting legs. His arms wrapped tightly around the girl's stomach as he pulled her close, Nina fruitlessly clutching the edge of the table to no effect.

Not wanting the same thing to happen to her, Sally quickly shuffled a few spots over, twisting away from the men who tried to mimic what had happened to Nina before she found a man who was only taking up half his chair. She quickly slid onto the seat, just in time to avoid a man who grabbed empty air where her butt once was.

A few men nearby moaned in disappointment, but the guy whose chair she was sharing laughed lewdly to himself. She tried to lean away to take up as little room as possible but this left part of her butt exposed, an act that she quickly learned would be reacted to by the man in the adjacent seat pinching her bottom repeatedly. When she tried to move closer to the boy, he wrapped an arm around her waist, as if a victorious animal clutching its prize closer to himself.

For the next few minutes, Sally put up with the man fondling the outside of her bare thigh while pressing himself uncomfortably close to her other side. She didn't dare to fight it, if she tried to move away the men to her side would take advantage of the fact that her butt wasn't on the chair to grab at it (they were already fondling her bare side a bit when they felt they could get the chance). Sally also knew that complaining would fall on deaf ears, the teachers had already decided not to help out any of the protesting women if they were messed with.

The professor's lesson continued on as normal - though most of the students near the naked girls were completely ignorant to what was being said. Sally had to use her free arm to turn the page on the textbook to follow along, the man she was sharing with far too focused on grabbing her thigh to care about the lesson.

But what made it even harder to focus was the fact that only a few seats down, Nina was being molested much worse than she was. The girl had slipped down a bit so that her butt was being straddled by the man's legs, a visible bulge in his pants pressed against the small of Nina's pale back. His arms were wrapped around her, squeezing her elbows to her sides to prevent her from fighting back against his incursions into her personal space very much. Sally saw that he wasn't holding her too tightly and guessed that Nina could likely put up a greater resistance, but was too mortified by the events transpiring to do any more than a token resistance.

"And can you tell us the elasticity rate of this material, Sally?" Oswald's voice drew Sally's attention back to the front of the room.

"I, uhm..." All eyes in the room were on her, men staring from every angle as she searched through the book in front of her to see if she could conjure up what the professor meant by his question.

"You won't find the answer in the textbook," He scowled. "You should really be paying attention to the lecture.

"Nina, how about you?" He called on the other girl, clearly aware of the fact that neither one was paying attention with their focus on keeping themselves from being fondled too hard.

"Nnnnmmmgh..." Nina moaned, the hands grabbing at her body too distracting for her to be aware of anything else. The girl could barely shake her head in ignorance.

"I don't know why I expected any better of you two." Oswald harrumphed. "Since this women's protest began, you have all been such terrible students. It goes to show what comes when women try to pretend they're equals."

Sally's face grew red, not only from shame, not only from the hands grabbing at her body, but from anger. She was prepared to suffer through all sorts of harassment for the cause that the other women of Westridge had organized. But to sit here and have her whole gender insulted was a step too far.

"Professor." Sally mustered some courage. "I believe that my classmates are distracting me."

The man with his arm around Sally rolled his eyes in a jokingly dismissive face while a few others giggled at how much Sally had downplayed what was going on. From this reaction, it was clear that everybody knew she was in the right, but they had no intention of acknowledging this out loud. That is, unless they could get further harassment out of it.

"I find it insulting that you would make such a claim considering the way you're dressed." Oswald inhaled sharply. "If anything, you are the one distracting the men around you; In fact, we ought to see to it that you find another seatmate."

Some of the students who were quicker on the uptake began adjusting in their seats and one or two even volunteered themselves. But Oswald simply pointed at the man next to Sally, the one who wasn't fondling her (at least as much).

"Move one seat over, ma'am." He turned to Nina. "You as well.

"From this point on, I want the two of you to move over every five minutes so you never distract one part of the classroom for too long. Ideally, this will allow your distractions to be minimized and the lesson to continue on as normal."

"I really don't mind, Professor." The man beneath Nina laughed.

"Perhaps you should." Oswald snapped. "Now hurry up. I don't want this lesson to be held off any longer."

Professor Oswald may have said he cared about the class, but his real intentions were much more obvious and not only to the girls being harassed. It was his intention that every single man in that classroom get an opportunity to fondle one of them, to make sure that Sally and Nina could never find rest on one lap before moving on to the next one. It wasn't enough to mandate that they be molested, their humiliation had to be shared with as many people as possible.

Sally was quick to stand up, much to the disappointment of her old seatmate. But the next boy refused to budge, simply scooting his chair back a bit and leaning away as he pat a hand on his lap in anticipation. Sally shuddered, but saw that everybody was staring at her as they waited for her to take a seat. Nina had already obediently moved over, or perhaps she was passed over - it happened when Sally wasn't looking.

Realizing that nothing was going to happen if she merely stood there with the eyes of the entire class on her, Sally mustered what little courage she had and slowly lowered herself onto the seat that was offered. Against her naked butt, the rough jeans of the boy felt awkward and she could already feel something digging into her from behind, grateful that there was still a thick layer of denim between her and what would have been too far.

Sally made a conscious effort to try to lean forward, away from the boy whose lap she was forced to sit on. Her elbows were on the table in front of them, grasping onto the wooden desk to try and use as much leverage as she could to avoid pressing her entire body weight onto the man's shaft, which even through his pants was violating her with the occasional pulse as she felt every motion he made.

But focusing on the lecture was impossible. Her classmate had scooched forward in his seat, bringing his whole body closer to hers as she had nowhere to run to - her stomach was already pressed against the desk and now her efforts to move away were merely buying her less and less space. When Sally attempted to move away from him, she only succeed in sticking her butt out further, something her reacted to my leaning into her yet further.

"That's five." Oswald spoke, breaking up her molestation.

But this was only a brief reprieve. The boy seemed to want to continue thrusting against Sally for longer, but when he saw the eyes of the boy one seat over, relented and moved away to allow Sally (who was now bent completely over the desk) to stand up again. She did this quickly, trying to regain her composure in the few seconds before she was made to sit down again, the professor staring disdainfully at her naked body the entire time.

It seemed as though this next student wasn't as keen on forcing himself against Sally - but this was only a temporary ruse. He leaned back enough in his seat that there was a decent bit of chair for her to place her bare butt onto, only to immediately wrap his arms around her when she took it.

The next few minutes were spent fighting. His hands would reach up and begin to painfully flick at her nipples, only to move them between her legs, forcing her thighs apart when she tried to free her breasts. Sally made a few attempts to grab his hands away from her but found herself getting overpowered - not that she could have done much even if she was stronger. If she had put up too much of a resistance, that no doubt would have constituted assault - at least, in the eyes of the administration.

She thought to her friends elsewhere in the school. Were they putting up with the same things she was? Already, Sally had witnessed Gayle being pretty blatantly mistreated in a way that never would have been tolerated only a week ago. She thought about the others, too. Was Dolly out there trying to fend off hands invading her personal space? And if so, was she winning? Sally shuddered at the thought of the whole protest losing ground in the public's eye because one of its participants was considered violent. It was a situation with very few winning moves and plenty of losing ones.

And then her thoughts went to Nina - who by this point had all but given up on protecting herself. The girl was leaning forward, her head on the desk at she braced herself with both hands - covering her face for the little good that did. Sally could tell she was barely holding back tears as the man beneath her was roughly digging away between her legs, the only thing blocking any sort of penetration being the fact that the chairs were too narrow for her to sit with her legs at all apart.

Oswald tapped the clock near the board, wordlessly indicating that it was time for another man to have his turn with Sally. She was breathing heavily when she stood up a few seconds later, already her skin was coated with a thin sheen of sweat and she found her legs weak with the effort she was putting in to keep her dignity intact. Sally had no time to do any more than take a deep breath before plopping down weakly onto the next man, whose hands were no less adventurous than the last one.

Class continued on like this; One man fondling Sally until she felt like she couldn't handle any more before passing her on to the next. Almost every single lap she was in resulted in something poking at her back - some men more modest about their erections while others practically reveled in pressing it into her butt crack. The closest thing she got to a break was when one man would decide to spoon her gently, but these moments were difficult, too as without any groping fingers to focus on she had nothing distracting her from her extremely public nudity - a fact she had hoped she would be used to by now.

Sally had been passed to the front row by now, one man getting a few final squeezes in on her butt after the professor indicated the time once more. But after Sally got to her feet, she noticed the next man in line hadn't moved away from his seat at all - giving her no room to sit down.

"Well, Sally?" Oswald asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There's, um..." She gulped. "There isn't any room to sit."

"Then ask him politely to move." He spoke as if talking to a child. "Beg if you have to."

A few quiet voices let out muffled giggles at that - but Sally only felt her heart sink lower than it already was. The idea of not just being molested, but being forced to ask for it was almost too much for her to bear. Her mouth went dry as she suddenly forgot how to speak.

But she didn't have to.

"I don't want to move." The man spoke.

"I beg your pardon?" Oswald stepped away from the podium and approached the man's desk.

"I said I don't want to take part in this." He spoke louder, getting the whole class's attention - even that of the man who briefly stopped squeezing Nina's thighs.

"Is he gay or something?"

"What's wrong with him."

"I'll take another turn!"

The class began heckling him, but this didn't seem to sway him at all. The man was only emboldened, turning to face the rest of the room as he started to speak again.

"Is this really who we are?" He pointed accusingly at the class. "Is this what Westridge is supposed to be about? Organized harassment?

"I'll admit, I thought this whole naked protesting... whatever thing was pretty stupid at first. But I think I'm starting to see why it's happening now. Everybody is suddenly behaving like monsters!"

The class didn't seem to agree. They muttered insults under their breath, comments on the guy's sexuality or his credentials as a man being tossed around.

"What, am I not a man because I refuse to take part in this... this insanity?" He pointed at Professor Oswald. "And you! You're acting like you're above it all when all you are is a bully!"

Oswald opened his mouth as if to shout, but the whole room was silenced when the bell rang for the end of the block. The quiet felt like a relief over what could have escalated into a tense moment as the attention of the students was (mostly) on the PA system.

"Attention students of Westridge. This is Dean Moody." A static-y voice rang out. "Please find your seats quietly and pay close attention to today's announcement as it is vital to your rights as students of our Academy."

The class settled quickly into their seats, the students surrounding her eagerly anticipating what this announcement might be.

"As many of you have likely noticed already, a few of our students are currently participating in a protest against the hard-working gentlemen of our campus. I also want to acknowledge that these protesters are in direct violation of Westridge Academy's policy on public indecency and lewd conduct."

Most of the class was looking at Sally by this point - the giggles directed her way at the phrase 'lewd conduct' almost would have drowned out the next few sentences if her professor hadn't shushed them.

"Despite my personal feelings on the matter, I still believe that I speak for all of the faculty when I say that the right to free expression is of vital importance to not only our school, but our whole society. With this in mind, I, as well as the rest of the school's top administration, have decided on a compromise to ensure the integrity of free speech without offering preferential treatment to rule-breaking students.

"But this academy is first and foremost a place of learning. And we believe that, regardless of one's position in this conflict, each student still deserves the right to freely pass through the hallways.

"There are concerns that the density of the student body in the hallway may become a nuisance to those who are trying to travel from classroom to classroom unabated. Especially given that we've predicted a large amount of enthusiasm for monitoring the state of our protesters.

"Despite maintaining that we wish to make our rules in as equitable a way as possible, the staff has decided to allow one affordance for the ease of travel between rooms of the campus - something the participants in the protest may voluntarily opt into.

"We've come up with a gesture that will be recognized as a 'Surrender of Hostilities' - that is to say, a temporary truce to communicate wordlessly that somebody does not wish to be disturbed and that our usual rules on physical harassment will apply once more. Any protester who wishes to be undisturbed during her trek between classes can simply attempt quadrupedal locomotion to put herself under the protection of the rules once again."

The students around her seemed confused by the wording that the dean had used, muttering to one another for some sort of clarification. They looked the the professor who simply shrugged, his mastery of English was fine but not great.

Sally, however, knew exactly what he meant by 'quadrupedal locomotion'. He meant to move with four limbs. To crawl.

"Students of Westridge, if you see a participant in the protest moving between classes in this way, please consider her off limits for your physical conduct. Verbal harassment is still acceptable and we do not expect professional behavior, either, but touching is not okay during this 'Surrender of Hostilities'.

"Additionally, as this is a position that can be swapped between at will, any protestor assuming the position must remain in that position for her entire trip between classrooms. To stand upright means surrendering your right to this protection until the end of your next class. And of course, as this is an affordance granted for ease of movement - it will only apply in areas between classrooms. Continuing the gesture inside a classroom guarantees no protection.

"To clarify in as plain-terms as I possibly can: You may not touch any naked women so long as she is crawling.

"Thank you for your attention."

The system shut off with a loud clicking noise as the students searched around for a naked girl among them. Few by few, they all found Sally once more and began to stare at her eagerly, awaiting what her decision would be. Her hands felt around aimlessly, grabbing at nothing and only finding the desk in front of her - what she was searching for she could not have told.

Nina had stepped away from the man she'd just shared a chair with, making her way through the center of the room and vaguely in the direction of Sally, never taking her eyes off of the other. The entire world seemed to stand still as the two naked girls found each other, the class awaiting some sort of action.

"Sally." Nina whispered. "I can't do this. I've been groped too much today already..."

"It's fine." Sally tried to reassure her. It wasn't fine - crawling naked on her hands and knees was the last thing Sally wanted to do; Even getting fondled all the way to her next class would be preferable to that humiliation.

But it wasn't much of a choice. While Sally might have grown used to the constant grabbing hands, she also had to make sure Nina was fine. Shaking, Sally went down on her knees and leaned forward, her hands on the cold tile beneath her. Shoulder-length hair hung forwards, covering her face from view. She was glad she didn't tie back her hair, she didn't want anybody to see her expression.

At her side, Nina had lowered herself to the floor as well, remaining in a kneeling position as soon as it became clear to her that she would have to stick out her butt if she wanted to start moving. Sally was frozen in fear, but knew that she would need to start crawling at some point - and that Nina would likely lack the courage to go out if she didn't.

"Holy shit, she's crawling!"

"Like a bitch..."

"Stick your ass out more!"

Moving in this way was strange. It took her some time to get used to shuffling one arm and one leg simultaneously but after a few seconds found a steady rhythm that could get her where she needed to go. But maintaining this rhythm was hard to do - the seas of shoes and shins blocking her path took their time in moving aside to allow passage. She felt her body tremble every time she had to stop, the thought of looking up to ask to be let by too much to consider, so she was entirely at the mercy of pity.

But she was not at the mercy of their hands. Sally took a tiny amount of comfort in the fact that, for all the insults and jeers, she did not have anybody grabbing at her body. But that still meant little in consideration of how exposed her ass was in this low position. She had to focus on crawling forwards.

She'd made it to the door at the side exit of the building - the door that would take her to her next class the fastest - and then discovered an obstacle to her progress. The ground outside was pavement, the same pavement that had been rough on her feet before. Sally didn't want to imagine how painful it might be to put her bare knees against the hard, tough concrete - but she couldn't stay here mooning a crowd of men forever.

One hand went out, then the next one, her knees scraping slightly against the ground with each tiny step. She forced herself to move more slowly, and then slower still, until she was barely managing to make any progress with each movement of her hands and knees. It took several minutes of enduring the stares and laughter of the men who were looking down at her, but Sally forced herself to keep her eyes as low as possible. If she couldn't see their faces, it wouldn't be so bad.

Once back indoors, she was able to pick up the pace again. She only had a few dozen more steps until she was inside her next classroom where the crowd would (hopefully) dissipate a bit.

But those next few steps would be even harder than the ones before. They were up a flight of stairs.

As traffic had started to back up behind her, Sally knew she couldn't wait around much longer. She swallowed her fear and started going up the steps one at a time. Any faster than that and she would be completely exposed with her legs apart with each motion she made. It felt embarrassing to move this slowly, especially when all she wanted to do was to get up and run, but this tiny amount of cover was all she had and she refused to give it up.

Picking up her pace again at the top of the stairs, Sally felt confident enough to lift up her head, just enough to see the door frame without risking somebody seeing the shaky expression on her face. The crowd that had followed her as she made her way up had started to move a bit faster, too, no longer being able to use the lower vantage point to get a nicer view of her ass.

That ass shook back and forth with each motion, eagerly moving forward as her sanctuary came into view - her thoughts were all of getting inside, to have this humiliation stop even if it meant a chance for fresh embarrassment to start again. Her thoughts were not at all focused on the area directly behind her.

-SMACK-

"Got her!"

"Damn! That was hard!"

"I think you broke her."

Sally fell over forward at the force of the blow, her arms spread out as she felt her stomach splatter against the cold tile. Her butt was ringing and she heard a group of men laughing obnoxiously from behind her. The men had respected the 'no touching' rule up to that point so much that she hadn't expected anybody to break it.

When she got to her knees again, she looked over a shoulder at the scene folding out behind her. A man was high-fiving his friends for his successful hit-and-run attack on Sally's ass as many other were silently acknowledging his actions. His sacrifice.

A teacher nearby was hastily approaching the group of miscreants who'd plotted to assault her.

"That is ungentlemanly conduct, sir!" The teacher scolded.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The red-handed man replied.

"You heard the announcement," The teacher pointed at a nearby P.A. speaker. "Spanking her while she's like that is to be treated the same way as if you had spanked a non-protesting student.

"Consider this a warning and don't let it happen again."

The teacher turned away and walked back to his classroom, the men he'd chewed out returning to their laughter as they walked away from the exposed naked girl on the ground. Sally simply ducked her head down and crawled faster, hoping nobody else got any ideas.

It had always been like this, hadn't it? If a boy spanked a girl people would simply say 'Boys will be boys' and laugh it off. If he made a habit out of the behavior, then people would dismiss it as a silly quirk of his personality and continue to allow it - sometimes even blaming women for not knowing better than to walk by him without holding something behind herself. As humiliating as it was, Sally knew that she was doing all of this for a reason - the confident way in which Leah had led them in this protest was starting to make sense.

When she got through the door, Sally breathed a sigh of relief, finally allowing herself to stand up and shake out the stiffness in her knees as the blood flowed back into her whole leg. The men who'd followed her as she crawled over started to leave, disappointed the show was over.

But the show for the rest of the class was only just beginning - the room already mostly full of people who, anticipating her arrival, had turned to see a naked girl brushing the dirt off of her knees. Most of the seats were already taken, Sally walking down the aisle to try to locate a spot that was both available and next to somebody she felt she could trust - a list she was realizing was dangerously small, doubly so in that she didn't even have Amy there with her.

But once she made it about halfway down the lecture hall, she noticed a single desk facing the rest of the room right next to the professor's podium. She had a bad feeling that that chair was meant for her, and so far most of her bad feelings had been correct.

"I see this madness is still ongoing." Her professor spoke. "Is the other one coming today?"

It took Sally a bit to realize that 'the other one' was referring to her friend Amy. Sally shook her head, which didn't seem to make the professor happy at all.

"And has she given a reason for her absence?" He raised an eyebrow.

"N-no." Sally muttered, her arms crossing over her bare stomach for some comfort. She wasn't sure how to describe the events of yesterday, or if she even had the right to mention what Amy had gone through. She was confident that there would be no sympathy from anybody listening.

"I suppose that is for the best..." The professor grumbled. "Considering her behavior on Tuesday."

Sally thought back to that day. Amy was struggling to maintain her composure - the attention garnered by the protest proving to be far too much for her as her arousal nearly got the better of her. It took a lot of focus to avoid looking at what the other girl was doing beneath the desk during their last class together. Had the professor found out? Sally hoped that he hadn't but again, most of her hoped proved useless so far this week.

"May I please sit down?" Sally asked, though she hadn't actually found a seat available yet - her gaze was straight ahead, trying to avoid the eyes and hands to her side as she became grateful for the wide gaps between rows of seats.

"Of course you may." The professor pointed to the seat at his side. Typical.

Sally quickly made her way down the middle of the aisle, keeping her head down so as not to let anybody else see her expression - or rather, not to see anybody else's. So many lurid eyes had been on her all day that any other pairs might be her breaking point; Not that that would be an option for much longer.

The only advantage that the seat at the front of the room had was that it was far enough away from the rest of the students that she didn't have to worry about being groped unless the professor decided to have his way with her as so many had done in her previous class. The downsides were just about everything else she could think of.

Sally accidentally looked up and failed to find a single pair of eyes that wasn't on her.

"As you may know," The professor addressed the class, "Sally is participating in some protest or whatever that involves nudity in public. Ordinarily, such a manner of dress would have her sent out of the classroom and written up for lewd behavior.

"However," The professor looked at her, "I have been told that any actions done as part of the women's protest movement this week are to be overlooked. So Sally's naked gallivanting is considered a protected act as it is something done in solidarity with others.

"What was not done in solidarity, though." He pointed at her chair. "Were the actions of one of her co-conspirators on Tuesday. I have it on good authority that the very desk in which Sally is now sitting was sullied by one of our other students."

Sally leapt up suddenly, realizing that she was in the same chair that Amy had soaked in her juices only two days before. The class let out a few giggles at her response, but the professor maintained a stern facade. When she looked up at that expression, she tried to maintain her calm and sat back down - pretending as though the dried liquid didn't bother her.

"Now, ma'am." He began to smile. "As I informed you before, lewd behavior may be overlooked but only on the condition that it is a unanimous behavior. As your friend was acting alone, this then must mean that she was not, ah-hem, pleasuring herself as a part of the protest and thus, her actions can be considered 'lewd behavior', can they not?"

"No, sir." Sally spoke into the wooden desk.

"So it follows that she ought to be written up as though she had masturbated in class for no reason, correct?"

"Y-..." Sally froze, not wanting to implicate her friend in anything but not knowing if she could reasonably deny what had happened. "Yes, sir."

"Unless..." He didn't need to finish his sentence. Sally knew what was being implied and knew why she was seated at the front of the classroom. The threat was obvious - 'Masturbate in front of the class or I'll expel your friend.'

A few of the other students had picked up on the teacher's messaging, but many more were still looking blankly - or perhaps they were so concerned with staring at Sally's naked body that they didn't bother to pay attention to what was being said. And in that case, they were sure to be very surprised at what she did next.

She braced one hand against the corner of the desk, then let the other slide down the front of her body, gravity doing most of the work. Sally tried to think of how to do the deed - she'd masturbated before, but usually as an afterthought when her feelings got the better of her while reading a book or seeing a particularly erotic scene online. Put on the spot like this, it was hard to remember the motions, no matter how intrinsic they often were.

"Could you please describe what you are doing?" The professor was looking at the class but addressing Sally - as if to make a greater spectacle of her actions. "I believe this is all meant to be for a reason, is it not?"

"Ehhh..." Sally could barely speak - the nerves were building up far too much. Embarrassment flooded every nerve in her skin, a red-hot feeling flushing through her body that cooled slightly with every breath she took.

She took a deep one.

"This - this is... I'm about to." It was harder to say than it was to do. By now, the whole class had pieced it together, the speech was a mere formality meant to humiliate her - as if she wasn't already humiliated enough. "I will now..."

Then the words came to her.

"I will now begin my protest!"

'Begin my protest'. Of all the euphemisms she'd ever heard, that one had to be by far the most bizarre. And something about announcing it as such caused her to slump back in her chair; Her knees pointing outward to put her sex in full view of the all-male classroom. People began to talk.

She made slow, awkward motions with her fingers. Her left thumb slid up and down the side of her opening as the right found its way to her clit. Normally, she would have started simply massaging there but that felt too profane to do immediately - like that mattered. But this limited show of dignity mattered much less when she realized that her fingers had more friction that they ought to. The wetness between her legs was not something on the chair before she sat down today.

Sally wanted to open her eyes, to look around and see if anybody had noticed. But that was a stupid thing to do; Of course they did. The teacher wasn't even bothering to lecture at the moment, nor was there any pretense that this was a place of learning. At the moment, every single person in that classroom - no, the entire school - was only there to watch Sally masturbate. The lecture hall felt dozens of times larger than it truly was, murmuring beginning to echo off the walls and get louder and louder as excitement welled up over Sally's humiliation.

Part of her almost wished that it was somebody else touching her - their fingers running up and down her slit, prodding at the skin and ever so slightly teasing it as if to check that the coast was clear and she was willing to go further. That would explain away why she was continuing to feel such pleasure down there - the idea that she herself was causing all of this to herself made it all the more shameful.

But also much better. As a cold wave of shivers ran up her spine, she instinctively thought back to her last class period. The markings on her breasts and thighs were still there - red and ringing where so many fingers had gripped her body. It's funny, Sally had no idea how many hand-prints were still there. She had been trying so hard not to look at her nudity but now, it was the easiest thing to look at.

As if to mimic that motion, her other hand went up to her breast, cupping the bump of flesh with three fingers while her thumb and pointer finger lingered on an erect nipple - slightly twisting around in a way that would have been painful if it wasn't nice. And it was nice, so much better than the hands of the brutes - all of whom were so much more concerned with their own satisfaction that nobody had made an attempts at making Sally feel good. Her hands were much more skilled than theirs were.

And then, with one hand lightly massaging her nipple, the other found an erectness of its own - putting pressure into the skin around her clit and beginning to twist around. Her hand moved faster and faster, the other joining it to offer some assistance as Sally felt the rough material of the seat sliding against her bare buttocks. She was now thrusting her vagina directly at the onlookers, who matched her energy - Sally could tell that a few of the men were starting to lean forward in their desks as well, using their bodies to poorly hide what they were doing to themselves.

She was masturbation bait for the classroom - if not now, then certainly in a few hours when they all returned to their dorm rooms. And then again for years afterwards. She shut her eyes, suddenly realizing that every tiny motion she did at this moment would be remembered and then relived again and again in the memories of the whole class - and likely beyond that in rumors.

And yet, for all the shame she felt, her hands hadn't slowed down a bit. Sally felt her weight twist a bit as her leg kicked involuntarily. Then, other muscles started to contract. That heat from before was still there, but it was a totally different kind of heat. It was as if her whole body was currently being supported by her fingers, controlling her like an esoteric puppet and she flinched and twitched to the silent beat of pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on her - the imagined shame in her mind far outweighing the reality around her.

Sally could feel the tension in her body all release at once, her damp fingertips feeling the pressure of twitching muscle beneath them as her lower body was no longer in her own control. It was as if her life was over - for a few brief seconds, Sally felt nothing. Like she had died and her soul was no longer a part of her body, that the whole ordeal had happened to somebody else and she was merely an onlooker, joining the rest of the world in their voyeurism.

Yes, that's it. The whole world was watching her - had watched her. And there was nothing she could do to escape their vision. Her lewd actions were broadcast to the entire world - or at least it felt that way.

Voices all around her were raised - the class in a frenzy as their hurried words brought her back to reality with a hot realization of her predicament.

But it wasn't just that.

There was far too much panic in these voices, like they weren't worried about Sally masturbating in front of the crowd at all but instead, at something or someone else. She finally worked up the courage to open her eyes and saw that almost nobody was looking at her. Almost nobody.

There was one eye left - still firmly fixated on Sally's spread legs and sticky fingers. Not the eye of a human, but the eye of a camera. And standing off to the side with a concerned look was the recognizable face of a local reporter. Sally didn't know how long her performance had gone on for, or how much of it was filmed.

And yet, for all the humiliating feelings circulating in her head, she didn't quite feel that shame yet, her thoughts were elsewhere.

Standing beside the camera crew, her arms crossed and her expression confident was a naked red-haired girl.

Amy.