Chapter 1

Monday Morning

We went into Principal Norris' office after being met at the front door by Miss Patterson who escorted us to that office. We shook hands the other couple there. I watched the other guy pull off his shoes. Principal Norris came in the room.

Principal Norris said, "I'm glad to see you this morning. Please remove your clothes. Miss Patterson has baskets with your names on them."

We all striped. This wasn't fun. I was helping Amy to lace her sneakers and then laced mine. All of us were now standing. It was quiet as we all looked each other over.

The other two seniors, Mark Andrews and Sarah Anderson, dated each other and were popular in school. They both had a reputation of being active sexually. They had volunteered for the program and signed both consent forms! I hadn't signed a consent form even to the program so I knew that there were all the safeguards in place for me such as they are. I was guessing that Amy's situation was the same or similar. We only had three classes together and one was Advanced Human Sexuality. She had said that she didn't like the program at the start of the semester when we started that class.

I noticed that Amy's pubic area was shaven, Mark was clean-shaven of all public hair, and Sarah was shaven except for a small triangle pointing down at her clit. My pubic hair was natural and densely black. She said, "I see you're all readied. Warren and Amy, your slips show no penetration and that you won't participate in 'red' activities. Mark and Sarah, your slips don't show any limitations for either of you." She was a little surprised at that since it was probably the first time for no limits participants to be paired.

Amy Redd is a very pretty girl but Sarah Anderson is gorgeous. She and Mark are both tall and look good together. I knew Amy from our three classes together. She is a quiet girl and I knew this week would be tough for both of us. Mark and Sarah looked to be eager to leave the quiet confines of Principal Norris' office and be seen.

Principal Norris said, "If none of you have any questions, you may leave for your homerooms. Have fun this week."

I said, "I doubt it. I never have thought rape was fun."

Miss Patterson said, "Mister Jones, that's not a good attitude to start the program week."

"It is how I feel about this. I did not volunteer nor did I know anything about it until I walked up to the front of the building this morning."

Principal Norris looked at the paperwork. She said, "Your mother executed your consent as your parent. Under our regulations, that is sufficient for you to participate in the program."

"Doctor Norris, when was that consent signed?"

"Why, uh, two months ago is the date."

"I was already eighteen then. I don't know that it's valid. I will go today. However, I have the option of dropping out of school and will probably exercise that option if I find it as bad as it has always appeared. I don't think I will tolerate rape very well."

Miss Patterson was not happy. She said, "Reasonable requests are not rape."

"They are if I don't consent to them. I find that people handling my body in a salacious manner without my consent is rape.

"I want both of you to acknowledge that I am in this program when you used a consent signed by one of my parents after I was eighteen. My participation is totally without my consent and under protest." I pulled out my phone and thumbed a button. "Please speak into the phone. You are being recorded."

They weren't happy but did as I asked.

Mark went to the door and pushed it open. He and Sarah held hands as they left. Amy looked at me with scared eyes. She said, "Would you walk me to my homeroom, Warren?"

"Sure, Amy. You have Mister Ames for homeroom, don't you?" She nodded. I helped her gather her books and carried them with mine. We walked down the hall to Mister Ames' classroom. We weren't as bothered by other students as I had feared though there were plenty of hands wandering over our bodies. I walked her to her seat and handed her the books. I said, "Good luck, Amy. Be brave. I'll see you at second period." She nodded but still looked scared. Mister Ames had a reputation of being a nice guy to participants in the program.

I went to my homeroom growing more anxious by the second. Missus Clarkson taught the Advanced Human Sexuality classes. She had a reputation for pushing students' limits. Those in the program were pushed even harder. I walked into the class just beating the bell.

She looked at me and noticed my partly hard cock. "Nice of you to join us today. I see you're in the program. Do you need relief?"

"No, ma'am!" I quickly took my seat. The seat bottom was cool on my butt and I could feel all eyes on me. I have to admit that I had looked at the girls when one was in their week of the program. I began to understand how they had felt and Amy did feel. I felt that everyone was watching me like predators. I was very uncomfortable.

Missus Clarkson made a few comments that she was looking forward to seeing my partner and me later this afternoon for her class. She may have been looking forward to it but I certainly wasn't!

My first period class was Chemistry with Mister Manchester. Walking to class was a chore. My poor pecker was fondled repeatedly by girls who had no intention of doing anything but tease. By the time I walked into class, I was hard as a rock but rejected relief abruptly when Mister Manchester asked me. I didn't want to be masturbated in public or take the risk that girls would be reluctant to do it for me. The later would be even worse. Fortunately, there was nothing in Chemistry that gave him a chance to bother me though I did have to tolerate the eyes of the girls in class looking at me.

The class ended and I met Amy in the hall as we walked to our first class together. We both came in for a lot of fondling as we walked to English. I guess I couldn't blame the guys. Amy had very nice breasts with no sag. Her nipples were sticking out when we got into class. Miz Hudson had two chairs beside her desk side-by-side and pointed for us to sit in them. Both of us were blushing. I looked down to see that Amy had her legs together tightly though her thighs looked damp. There wasn't much I could do without being obvious.

Miz Hudson said, "Ah! Our other two participants. I see you're aroused. I will get some volunteers for your relief."

I quickly said, "I don't want any relief! That's my choice!"

Amy said in a shaky voice, "I don't want that either!"

She looked disappointed as she looked at us. "Very well. I do have something for you in this class." She held up four clothespins.

I jumped up. "I didn't sign any release for anything! Those clothespins will hurt! That is beyond what we can be made to do!" Amy was shaking her head no and beginning to cry. Miz Hudson started to move toward me since I was closest. I said, "I will be violent in preventing this cruel, sadistic thing being done to me!"

She stopped. She was clearly not happy. She said, "You are missing a real treat, Mister Jones. Your nipples will love the feeling."

"If it's so good, apply them to your body. Leave mine alone!"

She looked startled for a moment and then grinned evilly. She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off onto her desk. She pushed the straps to her camisole off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist. "Would someone come up here and suck my nipples hard and apply the clothespins?" Two guys almost ran up. They each took a nipple and sucked hard. Her nipples became erect and they opened the clothespins and put them on her nipples causing her to groan. She smiled her thanks and the two boys sat down. She said, "Class, we will now begin. We will write an essay describing a body part of the two participants. They will stand with their hands clasped behind their heads and open their legs. They will be on display but no touching. Amy and Warren will have to carry out this assignment later as homework."

We stood slowly and put our hands behind our heads. It made our chests more exposed. Amy's breasts were poking out much more than she could have wanted. For some reason, my cock hardened again. Her pussy was wet. I looked at her face and could see that she was crying silently as tears coursed down her cheeks. We had to stand that way until the bell rang ending the class. She quickly put her arms down and her legs together.