The author permits any kind of archiving, posting, reposting, and reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2001. This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The religious backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes, characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the entertainment of its readers. Send comments to: JennaTarp@yahoo.com
Chapter Thirteen
Jenna had the weekend to reflect on her first week at St. Monica's School for Girls. She'd allowed herself to be subjected to all kinds of lewd acts but worst of all, at least in her mind, was her humiliation of Sister Ann.
How she had managed to subject poor Sister Ann to her inappropriate act, she didn't know. All the poor sister wanted was to tell her about today's field trip to the courthouse. Jenna felt awful. How would she ever be able to face Sister Ann again? She felt a creepy sensation as she remembered how Sister Ann struggled to tell her the news after her debauchery.
As the field trip school bus glided to a stop in front of the courthouse, the class sat in awe of the shear size of the large white stoned multi-columned building. It's multiple floors and long wide steps that led to the entrance stretched from the school bus' door up what seemed like a mile.
The girls filed out and Jenna led them up the steps and eventually inside. The high ceilings and marble interior echoed with history. A huge stairwell inclined upward and wrapped around to the second floor and continued to ascend up several floors. Jenna led the small group of girls to the first floor chamber of Judge Landers.
Jenna, too, was in awe of the structure and nervously and respectfully knocked on the large wooden door with words, "Judge Landers" printed in large block letters and centered on the opaque glass window in the door.
"Come in," came a muffled voice from behind the door.
Jenna twisted the knob with a sweaty palm and pushed the heavy door open. She peaked inside and saw Judge Landers beckoning for her to come in. Jenna opened the door all the way and led the hushed class of girls inside.
They all stared in wide-eyed wonder at the number of plaques, books and art pieces that decorated Judge Landers office.
"Welcome," smiled the judge, "Welcome to my domain. Are you ready for your tour?" she asked the class of excited looking cherubs.
A collective, "Yes ma'am," answered her question.
"Great," she said raising her eyebrows in appreciation. "Well, let me tell you what we have on tap today," she began using an excited tone in her voice, "Today, I'm going to have my bailiff take you over to the police station right down the hall, where you'll be shown how criminals are processed. And then, one of the officers will take you downstairs to jail to show you where the bad people go after they're convicted of a crime," she said, her face turning to a scowl.
Just then the Bailiff entered the judges chambers and reported to Judge Landers. Jenna was shocked at how tall she was. "She must be almost six feet tall," she muttered to herself. Jenna admired how pretty she was though. Her dark hair, neatly tied back in a bun, high cheekbones and soft lips, caused Jenna to twinge with arousal. "Where did that come from," she asked herself disgustedly.
Jenna was embarrassed at the sudden surge of moisture that almost seeped from her pussy and she hoped it wouldn't dribble down her leg. She scolded herself for the weird inexplicable event and wrote it off as an anomaly. Jenna prided herself on how 'normal' she was and to have felt a surge of arousal for another woman, simply disgusted her.
The bailiff nodded to the judge after receiving her instructions and opened the door in signaled everyone to exit.
Jenna waited for all the children to exit first and then followed the tall slender Amazonian bailiff down the long hallway to the police department.
Once inside, the girls were gathered into a large room filled with rows of wooden folding chairs facing a podium. Jenna watched as a female officer strolled up to the podium. She looked strangely familiar but Jenna couldn't place her. There was something about her blonde hair and sharp appearance that Jenna found strangely enticing. As she listened to the officer describe the 'booking' process for criminals, her mind drifted.
Jenna didn't really pay attention as the officer described the different steps and passed out stuff for the girls to look at. She stood at the back of the room and hardly noticed the officer had sent finger print kits, rubber gloves, handcuffs, camera's and other articles used by the police, for the girls to examine. She smiled when she heard the officer tell them they could all take a rubber glove home as a souvenir.
As the officer began to speak more directly about arrest procedures, Jenna tuned out. She wasn't particularly interested in such matters and didn't hear the officer touch on search procedure. She was grateful that Sister Ann thought enough of her to allow her to take the class on the field trip by herself. For the first time since she'd started at St. Monica's, today was the first day where she felt she'd have a real chance to actually TEACH the girls something.
Jenna was finally brought back to reality when she heard her name for the third time, "Ms. Tarp!"
"Y-yes, I'm sorry," Jenna said, turning bright red, "I wasn't paying very close attention. I apologize," Jenna said sheepishly to the officer who had called her by name.
The class giggled at Jenna's obvious embarrassment at getting caught daydreaming, which made it even more embarrassing.
"Ms. Tarp, we need a volunteer to demonstrate search procedures. Would you help us?" the officer asked inciting the class to applaud.
The class erupted in cheers as Jenna tried to turn down the request for help. She knew nothing about search procedure and certainly didn't want to make a fool of herself again. She'd just gotten caught daydreaming, after all.
But when the applause and cheers grew louder and Jenna looked at all the girls happy faces because one of their teacher's had been asked to educate them on search procedures, she knew she couldn't turn them down. Jenna signaled for the girls to quiet down as she made her way to the front of the class to a spot near the front wall where the officer was pointing for her to stand.
When she arrived the class settled down and listened to the officer again.
"The first thing you need to do when conducting a search is establish positive control," the officer started.
The class burst into laughter when their teacher jumped into a mock karate stance.
Jenna smirked at the response and glanced at the pretty officer who smiled back politely.
The officer started again, "Like I said, the first thing you need to do is establish POSITIVE control," and she grabbed Jenna by the arm, spun her around and pushed her toward the wall.
Jenna put her hand out to break her fall and slapped her palm against the wall. She felt the officer's feet kick the inside of both ankles, bring them backward causing her to lean against the wall with both hands.
Jenna was shocked. She thought SHE was going to be the demonstrator, not the demonstratee. "No, you can't," Jenna pleaded under her breath remembering that she wasn't wearing panties, "Please you can't. You don't understand."
Jenna wanted to explain that she wasn't wearing underwear and it could be very embarrassing for both of them. Jenna was feeling very nervous and looked over her shoulder to see if the girls could see under her skirt as she stood spread-eagled against the wall. Cool air rushed under her skirt and wafted against her pubic hair causing her to feel a slight secretion. Jenna panicked. "No, not now," she prayed in her mind as the officer began again.
"Once you have positive control of the suspect, you can begin the search," said the tall blonde as she stepped in behind the helpless teacher.
Jenna felt the officer's body press against her buttocks as she stretched for her wrists. Her warmth and strong dominance of the situation sent shivers up Jenna's spine.
"You first start with the wrists," began the officer as she grabbed Jenna's wrists "and then you work your way down each arm, being sure to check both sides thoroughly" and she slowly snaked her way down her arms to her armpits.
Jenna gasped and held her breath as the officers' hands sent goose bumps racing down her back. The sudden sensation caused twitches in her pussy and her nipples to harden slightly. She tried to shake the feeling, but it felt sooo good.
"Next, you reach under the suspects armpits and up to their chest. You check their front, sides and back as you work your way to their waist," the officer explained as she demonstrated to the class as they listened and watched intently.
Jenna was beside herself. She didn't understand why the officers' touch was driving her so crazy. The way the officer's hand's gently stroked their way across her breasts, paused at her nipples, then slid down her back and around her stomach made her feel weak. Jenna felt herself heating up and she hated that. There's no way she should be feeling like this now!
The officer stepped back and looking over her shoulder at the wide-eyed students, knelt down and clasp her wrist over Jenna's ankle. She looked under Jenna's skirt and could see the young teacher's glistening, sparsely blonde haired pussy as it blushed bright red and began to flower.
Jenna gulped when she felt the officer's hands grab her ankle and she tried to tell the officer again that she wasn't wearing panties. Jenna was embarrassed at the fact, but didn't want to alert the class to the reality that she didn't have any on, so she muttered, "please, officer, please, I'm not wearing panties," she said out of the corner of her mouth.
But it was too late, the officer already started her slow accent up Jenna's leg, sending waves of goose bumps and twinges of arousal through her body as the hands slipped ever closer to her vagina. Jenna squeezed her eyes shut when the officer's hand on the inside of her thigh bumped her bare pussy.
Jenna knew the officer must have known, surely she could have felt her pubic hair touch her hand. Jenna prayed she didn't feel her oozing moisture.
But without blinking an eye the officer repeated the process on the other leg before concluding, "and that's how you conduct a search. Are there any questions?" the officer asked as Jenna peeked over her shoulder at the officer and the class. "No questions? Good. Then we'll move right into the strip search procedure."
Jenna felt her heart skip a beat when she thought she heard the officer say 'strip search'. Blood rushed to her feet and she felt faint. She must have misheard her, she kept telling herself. Jenna wanted to call the whole thing off and leave, but leaning against the wall made it impossible. She had to remain there until someone helped her, otherwise she'd land face first into a concrete wall.
"Okay, girls, for this next part, it's important that you gather around so you can get a good look at exactly what I'm doing." The pretty blonde officer added, "Oh, and bring your rubber glove because we'll have some practical exercise afterward."
Jenna didn't know what to say. She was petrified. This couldn't be the way they normally do demonstrations to schoolchildren could it? This just doesn't seem right, but on the other hand the officer was so proficient and so confident that she must know what she's doing Jenna told herself.
Jenna felt her face redden as the class noisily scrambled out of their chairs and crowded around her. Her stomach tensed as the officer began. Jenna wanted to protest her uncertainty about the appropriateness, but figured the police MUST know what they're doing. Besides, it was HER job as an educator to teach the children the right way to do things. Despite the butterflies in her stomach, she let the class continue unabated.
"The strip search, also known as the cavity search is performed with the suspects hands cuffed," the officer said as she slapped a cuff on Jenna's wrist.
Jenna winced when the cold steel cuff wrapped tightly around her wrist and locked. She felt a wave of panic race through her and she wanted to protest, but it didn't feel right to whine in front of all the girls, so she kept quiet.
The officer then said, "once a wrist is cuffed you remove the top. Why do you think we remove the top before the other wrist is cuffed?" she asked the class.
Several girls raised their hands.
The officer acknowledged the correct answer, which was because they couldn't remove the top otherwise. She unfastened the buttons on Jenna's top with her freehand while she congratulated the class.
Jenna was so engrossed in listening for the right answer, she didn't even realize the officer had completely unbuttoned her blouse and that it was now hanging open exposing her large milky white breasts.
The officer then took Jenna's cuffed hand and pulled it behind her back and with one pulling, twisting motion turned Jenna around to face the class. Jenna's blouse hung loosely to her front exposing her soft pale skin from her neck to her tight tummy.
Before she knew what was happening the officer had pulled her blouse off and had cuffed her hands behind her back. Jenna stood topless in front of the ogling class of girls. She felt naked and ashamed. Her large firm breasts heaved with her embarrassment as her nipples hardened like pencil erasers as the cool room air enveloped them. Tiny bumps formed on her aureoles as goose bumps crept down her arms.
Jenna watched the reaction of the class as they stared at her breasts. She felt another twinge pass through her loin and wondered what caused it. She could hardly breathe as she stood in front of her class with her hands cuffed behind her back and topless. Her mind played games with her as she knew in her mind that this was wrong, but she kept telling herself it was all in the name of education.
Jenna's heart almost stopped when she heard the officer ask the girls if they wanted to help get her skirt off. Before she could even formulate a protest in her mind, girls were tugging at the hem of her skirt as it seesawed down her hips. Jenna gasped and held her breath when she looked down and saw the top of her pubic hair emerging from above the waistband.
Jenna shuddered when the skirt pulled free and fell quickly to her feet. She hardly had time to react to her nakedness before the girls were knocking her off balance and pulling the skirt from under her feet. Jenna felt flush, as she stood completely naked in front of the girls with her hands cuffed behind her forcing her breasts to protrude even further.
She didn't know what to do. There was nowhere to run nowhere to hide. She couldn't even cover herself, so she pushed her knees together and squeezed her legs tightly. Jenna had to stand there and let the girls look at her petite firm body. Her stomach fluttered nervously as she felt the eyes of the class checking out every part of her firm muscular body.
The officer's voice jolted Jenna back to reality as she stood her to erectness and saying, "The first thing we check is in the suspect's mouth. We run two fingers in a sweeping motion like this," the officer said as she ran two latex gloved fingers in Jenna's mouth and swabbed from one side to the other.
Jenna groaned as the officers' fingers sent shivers up her spine as the dual digits swept past her tongue and darted in and out both sides of her mouth. A rush of arousal oozed from her groin and she felt her pussy begin to swell. Jenna tried to stop the sensation and feared the girls would see her impending arousal and make fun of her.
Jenna sheepishly looked down at the girls sitting closest to her and tensed when she saw them nudging each other and pointing at her blossoming pussy.
The officer took Jenna by the shoulders and turned her around so that her back was too the class before bending her forward at the waist.
Jenna could feel her ass cheeks spread and her pussy push between her tight firm thighs as she bent forward. She felt embarrassment at showing so much of herself to the class and she was certain they'd be able to see signs of her arousal. Jenna looked behind her as she arched her back to relieve some pressure on her lower back. She heard girls giggling and pointing at her swollen pink pussy as it leaked fluid. She could hear the girls talking about how 'gooey' it looked and she felt ashamed that she wasn't able to control herself any better.
"This is the last part to the search, but it's the most important. Criminals will go to any length to smuggle drugs, so you must check carefully in here," she said pointing to Jenna's pussy and anus.
Reaching around Jenna's backside being careful not to block the view of any child, the officer took each side of Jenna's pussy and spread it widely exposing her tender pink moisture inside. "You need to pay careful attention to right here," she said, pointing to Jenna's swelling clit.
Jenna was beside herself. The officer's touch in the name of education was almost too much for her to bear. Jenna's arousal was building uncontrollably and she couldn't help it. As much as Jenna tried to hold back her impending arousal, it continued anyway. Jenna was gasping as she envisioned the girls looking at her drippy pink-ness.
The girls leaned in and looked closely at what the officer pointed at. They could see a tiny white nub buried deep within the pink fleshy sheath inside the top of Ms. Tarp's pussy. Right before their eyes they watched Ms. Tarp's pussy turn a deeper shade of red and begin to open like a flower.
With two fingers pressed together, the officer pushed them deeply into Jenna's squishy vagina eliciting a soft moan from the young teacher. "You need to feel around in here really well, okay?"
The girl's all nodded excitedly.
"Okay, the last area you need to look is in here," said the officer pointing the Jenna's anus.
Jenna wasn't going to be able hang on much longer. Her clit was throbbing and she wanted to cum. Cumming in front of the class was way too embarrassing to comprehend and she wanted the officer to hurry up and finish her demonstration. "please...hurry," panted Jenna, "please...finish."
As much as she wanted to cum she just couldn't with her whole class watching. It just wouldn't be right. She looked over her shoulder as the officer pushed one finger and then another into Jenna's tight little ass hole.
Jenna couldn't hold back anymore and cum leaked from her pussy. She bit her lower lip as her pussy twitched and her anus squeezed the officer's fingers. Jenna did the best she could not to emit too audible a moan, "mmmmmmmm," as her pussy twitched and dripped love juice.
Jenna's mind drifted in and out of reality. She just couldn't believe she'd done that! Her stomach heaved as she caught her breath. She'd cum in front of the class! Oh no, what would they think of her? Jenna's mind was clouded by residual orgasm, she barely understood the officer when she spoke to the class.
"Okay, girls, now put on your rubber gloves and step over here," she instructed the class.
Jenna couldn't make sense of the officer's request. Why did the girls need rubber gloves? Her mind filled with mixed messages as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
"Now all of you need to check each of her three spots the way I showed you and you can do it any order you choose, okay?" instructed the officer.
The girls surrounded the handcuffed and bent over teacher and pressed in around her.
Jenna couldn't think straight. She barely realized that she was still naked, handcuffed and bent over in front of the class. Her large breasts grew heavier by the second as they filled with gravitational blood flow. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed. If she was touched again, she knew she would cum again. Her body tingled with electricity.
The officer stepped beside the groggy young teacher and told the class, "Remember positive control? I'll maintain positive control while you conduct your searches," and she grabbed Jenna by the hair and wrists. She pulled back on Jenna's hair extending her neck and forcing her mouth to open, while she picked up on Jenna's wrists forcing Jenna's shoulders down even further.
Jenna arched her back in response to the officer's 'positive control', which made her already swollen heavy breasts to feel even heavier. She whimpered at the strain but knew this was just all part of the demonstration and she wanted to do her part. Jenna didn't want the kids to think she was a wimp and couldn't take being a little uncomfortable for a few minutes.
As the girls pressed in around the naked and controlled teacher, Jenna felt latex covered hands roam her body, squeeze her breasts and nipples, probe her pussy and anus, and pump inside her mouth. The sensation was too much for the hapless heated teacher. As much as she tried to prevent the arousal, she couldn't help it.
She barely heard the first girl that poked a finger in her anus squeal with delight, "E-e-e-w-w-w," when Jenna's sphincter squeezed down reflexively on her finger. Jenna's body was a mass of wild sensations and she was cumming.
Jenna couldn't hear the clinical sounding discussions going on around her. The touching, probing, poking and squeezing sent her heart rate through the roof and all she could hear was the ringing in her ears.
"E-e-w-w, that felt cool! Do that again," the girl said when she felt Jenna's anus tighten around her finger when another girl pinched Jenna's nipple. "Oh, COOL!" she exclaimed when she felt it again.
"Let me try!" another girl asked excitedly.
Jenna finally lost it when a girl, squatted between her firmly spread legs and manipulating Jenna's pussy lips, screamed with glee, "I FOUND IT!" as she pushed the sheath from around Jenna's swollen and throbbing clit. Jenna came and her pussy contracted repeatedly squirting love juice onto the girls' hands. Jenna, choked by fingers, gasped for air through flared nostrils. The best she could do was groan a muted moan, "U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h," because of the latex covered fingers that swabbed her mouth.
"Something's happening HERE!" the girl exposing Jenna's clit yelled as others leaned in to watch Jenna's pussy spasm.
Jenna was weak and disoriented, as she quickly tried to recover from an embarrassing orgasm. Her eyes rolled around in her head and she barely knew where she was. Her body was a set of frayed nerve endings that flared at every touch.
As the girls repeatedly made their way around the helpless teacher in a round robin fashion, Jenna came and came, her taught stomach heaving in and out. The girls had found her swollen, protruded clit and rubbed and pinched it. Her puffy nipples were pinched and tweaked, too. Jenna's body reacted instinctively and involuntarily.
As the tiny fingers pushed in and out, up and down, swirling around in every orifice. Jenna was forced to taste all her bodily fluids over and over. All Jenna's senses were firing at the same time and she exploded into orgasm after orgasm with muted moans from fingers stuffed in her mouth, "m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m, a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h."
When the 'search' was finally complete, the officer un-cuffed the delirious teacher, gathered the children and headed them toward the jail for the next part of the tour.
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