Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 00:53:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 27{Jenna}(F/f reluc)[27!_]

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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
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Chapter Twenty-Seven:

The first day of the last week of school had been a stressful one for
Jenna. Her appearance had gotten her more than her share of snickers and
giggles behind her back. Teaching a class at this stage of the year was
difficult enough, but looking as she did made it nearly impossible. Her
tender nipples rubbed relentlessly on her tight white tube top. The thick
metal rings that hung weightily on her nipples, were clearly visible
through the tight top.

Jenna's new dress code, as dictated by Trisha and reinforced by Sister Ann,
required that she wear tight crop or tube tops, short micro mini skirts and
stiletto heals. She felt like a whore when she dressed that way, but she
really had no choice. Her position at the school depended upon her
conformance to the requirements.

Her short, short black skirt clung to her hips like a second skin. She
hated the fact that it was soooo short. So short in fact that either her
ass crack showed or her vagina showed. Most of the time she opted to show
her butt crack because she didn't have to look at it.

As strange as she felt upon her arrival at school, Jenna was pleasantly
surprised at her reception. Despite the giggles and occasional finger
pointing, she was oddly impressed at how the girls reacted. It was almost
as if they had expected her to look this way.

By the middle of the day Jenna almost felt 'normal'. Her bald head, pierced
nose and tattooed eyebrows were given more than the expected number of
compliments. Both students and staff alike said they admired her 'new
look'. She was just glad no one knew about her 'other' tattoos.

Between periods and just before lunch, Jenna froze when her classroom door
flew open and Trisha and Barb confidently strolled in. She feared what they
wanted and stood motionless as they approached. As the sunlight streamed in
and created a patchwork of shadows on the floor, the two teenagers circled
her like vultures.

"Hi, teach," beamed Trisha, "how's your day going so far? Anyone comment on
your new appearance?"

Jenna swallowed hard. She didn't know how to answer the question best. If
she admitted that her new look was pretty well received, Trisha may get
angry and do something even more drastic. But if she lied, she may get
caught and be in even more trouble with Trisha. Jenna hesitated but
admitted, "Yes, they have Ms. Trisha," she started hesitantly, "most girls
like it."

Jenna sighed in relief when Trisha said, "Good, that's good, slut."

Barb handed Jenna a small bag with a present inside. She said, "Here, this
is from my mom."

Jenna looked inside and found another 16oz bottle of Mother Nature's Dairy
Delight. She was momentarily overtaken by the generosity and thoughtfulness
of Judge Landers. She held it to her chest as tears of joy filled her eyes.

"My mom wants you to drink one everyday for lunch. She says it will calm
your stomach and nerves," Barb passed on.

Jenna, shaken by the sudden surge of emotion mouthed, 'thank you'. She
opened the top and chugged down the sweet rich milky beverage and wiped her
lips. Its coolness slid down her esophagus and soothed her queasy
stomach. "May I ask you a question Ms. Landers? Where can I purchase this
wonderful product anyway?"

"It's a new product," apprised Barb, "my mom knows the manufacturer. Want
me to tell her you like it?"

"Oh, yes, please do," insisted Jenna, feeling as though she was actually
having a normal conversation for a change.

Trisha looked at Barb and asked, "How do you like her?"

"She looks awesome. But I thought you said she had some tattoos,"
questioned Barb.

"Oh, she does," Trisha said as she tugged down on Trisha's tube top
exposing the tattoos on her breasts that read: Trisha's Property.

Jenna winced as Barb read the words aloud.

"Wow! That's cool!" Barb exclaimed.

"Hey, slut! How come you had that covered up? I had you spend a lot of
money on those. I want you to show them off, just in case anyone thinks
about getting any funny ideas," Trisha insisted, "got it?"

Jenna felt a little light-headed. The thought of letting everyone at school
see that horrible tattoo was devastating. What would the girls think? How
would they react?

Jenna's breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. In her mind, she
panicked. She glanced down and saw the gleaming tattoos and nearly fainted.

"Hey!! And what about this one?" Trisha scowled disappointedly as she
tugged on Jenna's tiny skirt exposing the top of her pubic mound and the
shiny new tattoo.

Jenna wiggled her hips as the micro mini was pulled down just above her
pussy lips. The tattoo: "Trisha's Bitch" was bulging across her swollen
mound. She leaned back against her desk and sighed deeply. Crazy thoughts
raced through Jenna's mind. What should she do? What COULD she do?

Jenna's stomach heaved with anxiety. Her pubic mound tattoo felt like a
flashing neon sign.

Trisha grabbed her teachers' chin and said, "Don't cover them again, slut,
understand?"

All Jenna could do was nod her head 'yes'.

"Go outside and stand in the hall. I need to talk to your next class,"
Trisha ordered.

Jenna's mind went blank. The thought of standing in the busy hallway for
everyone to see was too much. Numbly, she staggered to the door and stepped
outside. Her fabulous figure, permanently disfigured, was quite a
sight. Jenna, the woman who had one of the most desirable bodies ever, was
put on lewd display just as the bell rang.

Quickly, the long noisy corridor filled with bustling young teenage
girls. Many just pushed their way past the tiny but highly exposed teacher
without a second glance, but many more stopped and crowded around to read
Jenna's permanent pronouncements.

Jenna stood like a statue, unable to move and hardly able to breathe. Her
shiny scalp beaded up with sweat as young teenage girls stared at her
disfigurement, pointed, giggled and laughed at her. Jenna wanted to cover
herself, but she knew if she did, Trisha would kill her. She swung her
hands loosely and twisted awkwardly in a vain attempt to slyly cover her
tattoos as the shuffling group of girls struggled for position so see her.

Trisha told Barb, "Go outside and make sure she's not covering those
tattoos, would ya?"

"Love to," said Barb as she skipped to the door.

Once outside, Barb recognized what Jenna was attempting to do. She took
Jenna by the wrist and placed it on her hip and said, "Put your hands here,
Ms. Tarp. We wouldn't want to block anyone's view, now would we?"

Jenna put her hands on her hips and stood motionless as the small crowd of
giggling girls bobbed for position. They all wanted to read Jenna's
tattoos. Their giddy faces and shocked looks were almost too much for poor
Jenna.

Meanwhile, Trisha was addressing Jenna's next class as they filed in. She
told them that if they needed to use the restroom all they needed to do was
raise their hand and then point at the floor and that Ms. Tarp would take
care of them at their desk.

The class seemed a little confused, but Trisha assured them that Ms. Tarp
would help them understand.

As the hallway slowly cleared Trisha opened the door and let the petrified
Jenna back inside. She whispered in Jenna's ear that the class 'knew the
signal' and that she'd better do it 'or else'.

Jenna's heart sank and she almost passed out. This couldn't be
happening. Surely she couldn't do that in public and CERTAINLY not with her
class. Jenna's mouth went dry and she didn't know what to do. Her tunnel
vision almost prohibited her from finding her own desk as she ambled to the
front of the class.

Before Jenna could speak a girl in the middle of the class raised her hand.

Speechless, Jenna merely pointed to her to acknowledge her question.

"Ms. Tarp," the girl began, "I need to use the restroom," and she pointed
at the floor.

Jenna's jaw dropped as the young girl gestured to the floor by her
desk. Jenna turned an ashen white as she glanced at Trisha who was grinning
devilishly.

There Jenna was, standing in front of her whole class. Her micro mini and
her tube top were pulled down so far that her disgusting tattoos espousing
Trisha's ownership of her were exposed to everyone. Except for the two tiny
pieces of material, she was virtually naked in front of her class. Worst of
all, her class knew 'the sign' and was using it. How could see ever explain
her behavior?

Jenna prayed the girl didn't REALLY know the 'sign' and gave her permission
to go. She then looked at Trisha and motioned for her to 'come here'.

Trisha, taken aback by Jenna's demand, briskly confronted the beautiful
young and defiled teacher by grabbing her lower jaw and sneering, "You just
don't get it do you slut," she began as the class began to squirm in their
seats, expecting a full on confrontation. Trisha slipped her index finger
into Jenna's nose ring and pulled down as she used her other hand on the
back of her head. "Can you read this?" she asked, forcing Jenna to look at
her own tits, "Do you know what this says? Doesn't this mean anything to
you, you dumb cunt!" Trisha growled as the class stared on. "Tell me what
it says, slut. Read it to me!"

Jenna sniffled. The terrible words: 'Trisha's Property' were staring back
at her. Her mind was numb and she couldn't think clearly. Standing nearly
naked in front of her whole class and being humiliated by Trisha like this
was horrible. Horrible in unimaginable ways, yet there was something else
happening inside her too. Jenna's stomach suddenly tightened and she felt
an inexplicable gush of warmth escape from her pussy.

As she stared at her tits, almost fully exposed, she pictured what she must
look like in front of the class. She could feel the eyes upon her and she
sensed the heated passion building ever so quickly in the room. Jenna's
mind swooned with confusion as she desperately tried to sort out her
feelings.

She glanced past her breasts and focused on her glistening pubic mound. Her
skin was coated with a light glaze of nervous sweat and she watched a drip
form and roll gently into the fold between her pussy and leg. The drip
seemed to move in slow motion and it sent wild shivers through her mind as
it crept its way toward her heated sex. Jenna gasped and closed her eyes
when she felt it combine with her own oozing love juice.

Trisha broke Jenna's concentration and asked, "Do we need to make another
trip to my favorite tattoo artist again?"

Fear gripped Jenna as she recalled being fucked in the ass by the large
muscular black woman. She remembered how large the dildo was and how it
felt pummeling her ass. Jenna bit her lower lip and squeezed back another
surge from her pussy and mumbled, "No, please Ms. Trisha, PLEASE,
that...that...that won't be necessary."

"I asked you what it said? Are you gonna tell me or what?" Trisha snarled
as she moved in behind the woozy teacher.

Jenna hesitated just long enough to piss Trisha off. Trisha reached under
Jenna's arms and grabbed the tight white tube top and yanked it down to her
waist. She grabbed Jenna's breasts, cupped them tightly and lifted them and
asked the class, "What's this say class?"

Jenna winced as the class responded in unison, "TRISHA'S PROPERTY!"

"That's right class, Trisha's property. And what does this say?" she asked
as she yanked Jenna's skirt to her knees.

Again in unison the class responded, "TRISHA'S BITCH!"

"Right again class. And who is 'Trisha'?" she asked.

"YOU ARE!" chimed the class.

"And who is Trisha's BITCH?" she asked again.

"MS. TARP IS!" giggled the class together.

"Now do you get it slut?" Trisha whispered in Jenna's ear. "You're
MINE. You'll do as I say, whenever and wherever I want and to whomever I
want. Do you understand my little whore?"

Jenna's mind swirled with confusion. Blankly, she responded, "Y-yes,
Ms. Trisha."

"Good. Now tell the class," Trisha whispered, "Tell them that those are MY
tits and that's MY pussy to play with, however and whenever I want. Tell
them that YOU are mine to do with as I please. Tell them slut, tell them
NOW!"

Jenna whimpered to herself. Was she really going to say that out loud? Was
she really going to admit to her whole class that she was Trisha's toy?
Trisha was a mere child and she was 22.

When she felt a tight squeeze on her nipples, Jenna knew what she had to
do. She swallowed hard and began, "Ms. Trisha, I have something to say."

"Yes, my sweet little slut, what is it?" Trisha coaxed her on with sharp
squeezes and tugs on her nipples and thick metal rings.

Inside Jenna, something snapped. Trisha's tugging and squeezing on her
exposed nipples, as she stood naked or nearly so, in front of her whole
class, was driving her wild. She wanted it. She wanted more of Trisha's
torment. Jenna admitted to herself that she liked it and for the first
time, things became crystal clear.

A sudden calm came over Jenna just then and her hands caressed the back of
Trisha's. Jenna straightened a little and looked out at the class of
drooling young girls, the heated smell of which hung thick in the air. She
gently massaged Trisha's hands as Trisha continued to knead her breasts.

Jenna's stomach tightened as words poured from her lips, "I want to
publicly admit that these breasts are yours. My tits are here for you to do
with as you wish." Jenna then took Trisha's right hand and slid it down her
taut stomach toward her sex. "And my pussy is yours also. I AM yours,
Ms. Trisha, to do with as you wish. I will do whatever you want me to,
whenever you want, to whomever you want. Just say the word and I will do
it."

Trisha couldn't believe it and neither could the class. She gently massaged
Jenna's sloppy cunt as the class watched in excited amazement. Her teacher
had just admitted, no, SUBMITTED to her in front of the whole CLASS! Now
she had witnesses to prove her dominance over the young beautiful slut. Now
Jenna was TRULY HERS!

Trisha motioned to the girl who had raised her hand.

As the girl stood, Trisha whispered to Jenna, "You know what to do, now go
do it."

Blindly, Jenna staggered down the aisle, her skirt falling to her feet as
she willingly stepped out of it on the way. She stood next to the young
girl as the girl pointed to the floor again. Jenna knelt beside the girl,
her hands trembled and were slick with sweat as she reached up under the
girls skirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them
down. Jenna heard the girl gasp when her panties slid off her tiny rump.

With the class gazing on in disbelief, Jenna helped the girl step out of
one leg hole before she pushed her knees apart. As the whole class stared
in excited amazement, the semi-reluctant Ms. Tarp pulled the girl a little
closer. She sat back on her haunches and tilted her head back. She pulled
the girls smallish teenage vagina onto her mouth and with a gentle squeeze
on her soft butt, Jenna signaled the girl to 'let go'.

With a whimpering, almost scared sigh, the girl released her bladder into
her teachers waiting mouth.

The class cooed and ooed as the young teacher easily gulped down every drop
from her student. When the girl finished Jenna willingly licked her young
vagina, easily parting the soft folds of flesh with her tongue.

Jenna finished cleaning her students' sweet vaginal cavity and helped her
get dressed. She numbly staggered back to her desk when suddenly hands
began to pop up all around the classroom. Jenna closed her eyes slowly and
dropped her head. Shamefully, Jenna admitted to herself what her task for
the day was.

She called on another girl.

As expected the girl said, "Ms. Tarp, I need to use the restroom" and
pointed to the floor.

Jenna walked over to the girl and drank her piss, just like the last girl.

Before the period ended, Jenna had drunk the piss of nearly EVERY girl in
her class that day. Her knees were sore and raw from crawling around the
room. She wished she had another bottle of Mother Nature's Dairy Delight to
calm her stomach. It was bloated and protruded with teenage girl piss and
she reeked like urine.

The day didn't end soon enough. As the last bell rang, Barb came up and
handed Jenna a note.

"I called my mom at lunch and she wants you to come over for dinner
tomorrow night. She's having the milk manufacturer over too and she wants
you to meet them. Here are directions and the time. Don't be late,
slut. She hates that."

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