Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2002 11:17:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 28{Jenna}(F/f reluc)[28!_]

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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-Eight:

Ever since her disastrous day of 'shopping' with Trisha, Jenna's life had
changed dramatically. She found herself 'serving' Trisha whenever the young
teenager wanted her too.

What choice did she have? The young teen had her by the balls, so to speak,
and they both knew it. Jenna knew that if she didn't do what the sick
teenager wanted, she would end up in prison or worse. She'd simply allowed
herself to do too many sick and depraved things to back out now. And
besides, something inside her was different too. Jenna's stomach flinched
when she admitted that to herself. I mean, here she was, a beautiful
attractive 22 year-old who was the envy of most women and the object lust
for most men and yet, not only had she allowed herself to be defiled and
humiliated beyond her wildest dreams, or more correctly, "nightmares", but
at times she thought she actually liked it.

Jenna felt a wave of depression sweep over her as she recollected what she
used to look like compared to now. She glanced at her reflection in the
glass of her front window as she twisted and turned to better see
herself. Her large firm breasts pushed outwardly through the tiny top and
her nipples, complete with the rings, were clearly visible. She pulled down
slowly on the top until those terrible tattoo's on the top of her breasts
shown through like blinking neon lights, "Trisha's Property! Trisha's
Property!"

Jenna cupped her breasts and pushed up on them to get a better look at the
tattoo's in the reflection. She sighed deeply as their weight impressed
even her.

"Oh gawd," she sighed to herself, "what must I look like to others?"
Without really thinking about it, Jenna peeled off her top and stood
topless in her living room and stared at her reflection in the glass. She
ran her hands up her waist and again cupped her breasts. "Oooohhhh," she
sighed softly as her body tingled with a strange sense of arousal. Lightly
she tugged on the thick metal rings that hung from her swelling
nipples. "Ooooooohhhhhhh," she moaned again as the rings suddenly hung
freely beneath her hardened nipples.

Jenna started to move her hips, slowly and seductively as she began to
dance to her reflection. In her aroused state, she ran her hands all over
her body further exciting herself. Jenna breathed heavier as her body
tingled with excitement.

As she watched her sultry seductive moves in the glass, she became lost in
the moment. Her hands roamed her heated flesh and paused only to tug or
pinch her nipples. What was happening to her? She'd never acted like this
before. Thoughts, crazy thoughts, kept entering her mind and her exotic
dancing increased. She could feel her pussy heating up and her hands felt
like feathers as they lightly touched her skin.

Jenna slipped a finger past her lips and deep into her mouth where she
sucked on the digit with reckless abandon. She then took her hand and slid
it down her chest and past the waist band of her tiny skirt and into her
waiting slit. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH," she groaned as her finger penetrated her
soft heated folds. Jenna pumped her finger in and out of her moistening
slit as she rubbed her breast with the other hand.

Those wild and crazy thoughts were driving this insane behavior and Jenna
felt powerless to stop it. She kept thinking of Trisha forcing her to her
knees and fucking her face with her teenage cunt. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH," Jenna
moaned as she could practically feel Trisha's hot cunt thumping on her
nose.

With both hands Jenna frantically pushed her tiny skirt to her knees and
immediately returned to finger fucking herself. Jenna was so aroused that
nothing seemed to matter. She was determined to make herself cum for the
first time in her life and she didn't care what fantasy she used. Jenna
rubbed her pussy and pinched her clit as she circled the swollen nub with
her finger. Her juices were really flowing and Jenna knew she was close.

With her free hand, Jenna tugged on her nipple rings just hard enough to
cause her a little pain, yet strong enough to stretch her nipples to
distortion. Her breathing became more and more erratic and Jenna could see
her stomach convulse in the reflection. She thrust her hips forward as her
finger continued its relentless assault on her clit causing her to tense
and relax alternately.

A light coat of sweat formed on her skin as her arousal continued to
build. Jenna was going to make herself cum and she knew it. She pictured
herself being pushed around by Trisha and her friends. They made her do
things, horrible, disgusting things and Jenna liked it. They made her crawl
on her knees and lick them in public. They took her to a park and in front
of everyone they made her strip naked and lick their pussies and
assholes. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GAWD," Jenna breathed as her fantasy
continued. The girls made her say how much she wanted them to do those
horrible things. They made her tell them and everyone around them, how much
she liked it when they made her do those horrible things.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH MY-Y-Y-Y!!" Jenna screamed out loud as her fingers slopped
through her sopping wetness in search of her elusive clit. She was close to
orgasm and she focused even more intently on her fantasy. Her head rolled
loosely on her shoulders as she envisioned the girls encircling her,
taunting her, making fun of her and forcing her to tell everyone that she
was a submissive lesbian slut and that she liked little teenage girls.

A rush of girl cum filled her loin to the brink of climax as Jenna listened
to herself screaming vile phrases to Trisha and her friends as they
encouraged her to admit publicly that she was the slut she was. She heard
herself telling the world that she loved to kiss young teenage girl pussies
and drink their piss. Jenna sucked air and tensed when she pictured herself
finger fucking herself on a beach while screaming her admissions for
everyone to hear.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Jenna groaned as she climaxed to her fantasy. Gooey
girl cum coated her pulsing hand as she involuntarily thrust her hips in
reflex to the orgasm. She gasp for breath as her pussy convulsed and her
anus tightened.

Jenna sighed and massaged her pussy as the effects of her orgasm slowly
began to wear off. Her heart rate began to quiet and body relax. She
glanced at her limp reflection in the glass and slowly regained her
focus. She staggered back and slumped in a chair that faced the street and
quietly dozed off in a nap.

Seconds later, Jenna was jarred awake by a sharp tapping noise on her front
window. It was Barb and Trisha standing on her front porch pointing
frantically at their wrists. It was 6:30 and dinner at Judge Landers was
scheduled for 7:00.

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