Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 14:15:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 30{Jenna}(F/f reluc)[30!_]

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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,
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Chapter Thirty


Jenna, Judge Landers, Trisha and Barb sat around the dinner table and
relaxed. Jenna truly felt like 'one of the girls' as they sat around and
chit chatted after dinner. The more the girls laughed and giggled, the more
relaxed Jenna became. She sighed to herself, "I haven't felt this good in a
long, long time."

Jenna wondered if Trisha had forgotten she was even there. I mean, she was
allowing Jenna to sit at the table and actually partake in trivial
conversation and everything. Jenna smirked and giggled at Barb's silliness
and gently winked and wrinkled her nose at Trisha when their eyes met
momentarily.

Trisha's expression changed instantly. Jenna knew she had just destroyed
the moment and her heart sank.

"Excuse me!" chirped Trisha as she glared at Jenna with a look that could
kill. "Just who in the Hell do you think YOU are?" she asked firmly.

Jenna's pale, open-mouthed face stared back at the young teenager in
disbelief at how quickly things had changed. Just seconds ago Jenna was
engaging in 'normal' conversation with a mother and her teenage daughter
and her friend and just like that, it all changed.

Here she was, a 24 year old teacher who technically was in charge of the
two teenage girls because she was THEIR teacher, yet here she was sitting
at the dinner table of one of the girls mother and taking orders like
a...like a slave. Jenna looked down at her lap and played with the pleats
on her green and blue plaid schoolgirl skirt that Trisha had made her
wear. She reached up to run her fingers through her golden locks until she
remembered that she was bald. Jenna choked back a tear at the sudden
remembrance.

Quick flashes of distinct images raced through Jenna's mind as her own
personal reality came back to her. The tattoo's, the shavings, the hair
removal, the piercing's all flickered around her distraught mind like
flashes from a disco ball. Jenna was whisked back to her own personal Hell
in an instant. She sat up and clasp her hands tightly in her lap.

"Hey," Trisha grabbed Jenna's attention, "I asked you who in the Hell you
thought you were!"

Jenna struggled to find the right words, "I, uh, I don't know what, uh, I
was thinking Ms. Trisha."

A long silence filled the room.

Jenna held her breath until Judge Landers finally intervened and offered,
"Trisha, I think we should cut our dinner plans short and let you take care
of Ms. Tarp. What do you think?"

"Yes, Ms. Landers, I agree," she concurred as she sneered down at Jenna.

"We can introduce her to the milk manufacturer another day," invoked the
judge.

Jenna once again was tossed into that strange surreal place that she had
reluctantly gotten used to. On one hand it felt simply awful to be
discussed and talked about like she wasn't even there, but on the other, it
gave her the strangest sensations deep inside. The weird internal conflict
was both humiliating and exciting at the same time. Jenna was becoming an
expert at recognizing her newfound condition by the way her body
reacted. She could feel her skin flush with embarrassment and get warm,
while it also rippled with goose bumps, which caused her nipples to tighten
and bristle. Jenna sighed and hoped none of them could she her hardened
nipples through her blouse and bra. She knew it would send the totally
wrong message.

But Jenna's sudden change in her condition did not go unnoticed. In fact,
all three females could clearly see Jenna's engorged nipples pressing her
thick metal rings firmly against the inside of her thin bra. The pure size
of Jenna's breasts left little to the imagination. Even when completely
covered in soft satiny material, it was blatantly obvious to everyone
around when she became aroused.

Trisha turned to Judge Landers and politely thanked her for the meal and
the company, "Thank you Ms. Landers, we had a wonderful time and dinner was
excellent." She faced Jenna and her eyes dropped to Jenna's breasts. "I
think it's time we departed. Thank Ms. Landers for dinner, whore."

A rush of warmth spilled into Jenna's loin when Trisha called her a 'whore'
right in front of Judge Landers. That strange two-edged sword cut deep into
her again. It was humiliating, yet she found it completely exhilarating to
be verbally abused by her young student like that. Jenna blinked her
disbelief at her sudden admission and stammered, "T-thank you for dinner
Judge."

The two of them excused themselves from the table and walked out the front
door. As soon as the door closed behind them, Trisha grabbed the back of
Jenna's neck and pushed her toward the car, "Hurry up and get in whore."

The older female stumbled a bit, but hurriedly scampered to the car and got
in. As she sat behind the wheel and awaited instructions from her teenage
mentor, Jenna tensed.

"Drive, whore," Trisha ordered.

Jenna started her car and easily rolled off the judge's property.

"Head downtown," Trisha instructed. She was quickly formulating a plan to
humiliate her older teacher once again. She thought to herself, "Just who
in the Hell does she think she is? Sitting in there at dinner like she was
a peer or something. I'll teach this bitch to remember who she belongs
to. I'll humiliate her in ways she'll have nightmares about." Trisha
grinned to herself at her deviousness.

The sun was setting in the early summer sky and the warm daytime air was
beginning to cool as the car glided down a long rural road toward
town. Trees pulsed past like a picket fence as dirt and dust rose in a
horizontal vortex behind them.

The small downtown area was like most other towns, big or small. It, too,
had its 'good area' and 'bad area'. Jenna knew this, as did Trisha. The
towns' bad area ironically bordered the lakefront. Its parks and community
areas were more dangerous than fun, especially at night. Gangs were known
to control many parts of the downtown area and it was generally known that
the parks were 'hangouts' for them. Trisha was plotting to use that danger
as a tool to manipulate her naïve teacher.

Without saying a word, Trisha directed Jenna to drive to the seedy part of
town and park her car. This particular section of town was the oldest and
most run down. Its brown, dirty multi-storied buildings had been built near
the turn of the century and had run their course of usefulness. Nowadays,
mostly vagrants and bums used them as temporary shelters. Even the town
cops rarely frequented this area, just because the people down here were
'throwaways' and not worth their time. Only a few businesses actually
operated there and they were long since closed for the weekend.

Jenna wanted to remind Trisha of the danger in this area, but she knew she
was already in trouble and could tell Trisha was particularly upset with
her by her silence.

The street along this warehouse district ended two blocks away at a
lakefront park, which was supposed to close at dusk. Trisha mused to
herself, "This is perfect." She opened her door and got out. When Jenna
wasn't moving Trisha leaned in and said, "Get out whore, NOW!"

The sun was quickly disappearing behind the trees on the other side of the
lake and Trisha knew that a whole other part of life would soon rise from
the shadows. She had to finalize her preparations quickly or risk ruining
an otherwise perfect opportunity to humiliate her older teacher. Slyly she
looked at her nervous teacher, standing on the littered sidewalk and
dressed in her best 'schoolgirl' outfit with her plaid skirt and white
cotton blouse and matching knee high socks and Trisha couldn't help but
smile to herself.

Trisha had decided that she would make Jenna strip in public. She wanted
her teacher to show off her new tattoos and what better way than naked?

"Okay slut," Trisha began, "Take off your nipple rings."

Jenna was shocked but more than happy to comply. The thick metal rings were
a nuisance and she hated them. She reached inside her bra and disconnected
the first one and spun it free. She quickly did the same to the second
one. Her sense of 'freedom' was wonderful, but she still wondered what
Trisha had in mind for her.

"Now the clit ring," Trisha said as she held out her hand.

Again, Jenna was all too happy to comply. She reached under her skirt and
slid her white cotton panties aside and removed her clit ring.

"Keys," said Trisha with her hand still extended.

Jenna's face wrinkled with concern. "She's not going to leave me here is
she?" Jenna panicked in her mind. She felt her heart begin to beat a little
harder as she placed her keys in the teenager's hand.

"Put this on," Trisha ordered as she handed Jenna a plastic shopping bag
she pulled from the back seat.

Jenna opened the bag and removed a blonde wig. Her eyes filled with tears
of joy and she glanced up at Trisha who was smiling. Jenna straightened the
wig on her head and slowly stood erect with a newfound pride. She reasoned
that Trisha was letting her go. Like a new baby bird on its first flight
from the nest, Jenna was filled with excitement and anticipation. If Trisha
was letting her free, giving up her car was well worth it.

Jenna glanced over her shoulder and stole a quick glimpse of herself in a
dust-covered window. "I look positively wonderful," she told herself.

Trisha crawled into the drivers seat and started Jenna's car. "I'm going to
drive to the end of the street and park just outside Banyon Park," she told
Jenna. "You are to walk down this street to the park, understand?"

Jenna shrugged at the simplicity of Trisha's instructions.

"And when you get there," Trisha concluded, "you will be NAKED."

Jenna almost passed out. She felt a sudden weakness in her knees and she
braced herself against the roof of the car with one hand. Did she hear her
right? Jenna's thoughts became muddled with a jumble of repeated words as
she struggled to replay Trisha's request again in her mind. A loud thumping
sound resonated in her brain as Jenna's heart began to pound. Her feet and
hands became icy sticks as she careened in disbelief. She was sure this was
a huge mistake. She was positive that Trisha was going to let her go. What
happened? How did things change so rapidly?

Jenna's dry mouth could barely formulate the words, but she had to ask the
question, "W-what d-do I do with my c-clothes?" The idea of actually going
through with this was appalling, but what choice did she have? Trisha was
sitting in her only true means of escape, not to mention her possessive
control she had on her. Jenna knew she'd have to do it, no matter what the
consequence.

"Leave them as you take them off. Like a trail of bird crumbs," Trisha
grinned evilly. "And here's the order in which you will do it: blouse,
skirt, left sock, right sock, bra and then panties. You can keep your shoes
on. I want a clothing item left at each half block from here to the park
entrance. Got it, slut?"

Jenna shuddered at the directive, but nodded her understanding as Trisha
put the car in gear and slowly rolled down the street. She could hardly
catch her breath as the car grew smaller and smaller until its brake lights
flashed as it eased to stop at the park entrance. Jenna glanced around the
desolate street. Litter gently danced across the street as the evening
winds picked up. It was only two blocks to the park, but it looked like a
mile from where she stood. Holding her breath and praying no one would see
her; Jenna unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it from the waistband of her skirt
and reluctantly slid it off her shoulders before dropping it to the ground
behind her.

Vainly she tried to cover her bra-covered breasts as she slowly made her
way down the block. Scanning both sides of the street for any signs of
life, Jenna was startled when a streetlamp overhead flickered to life. She
scurried to escape the impending cone of light that was sure to
follow. Halfway down the block, she paused, looked around again and quickly
unfastened her skirt and dropped it to the ground.

With one hand covering her breasts and the other pressed over her vagina,
Jenna huddled forward and slinked along the street next to the building. As
she passed an alleyway a slurred voice rang out, "HEY! Wut are ya doin'?"

Jenna gasped and peered down the darkening alley. A rumpled old man slumped
against a dumpster and obviously intoxicated, struggled to sit up and clear
his vision. His tattered coat-covered arms and fingerless gloved hands
groped at the air as he struggled to get up.

Jenna whimpered uncontrollably as she turned and shuffled down the
street. She still had more clothing to get rid of and now a drunken bum was
pursuing her.

Jenna danced on one foot as she jerked off her shoe and yanked down her
left sock. The bum hadn't yet cleared the alleyway entrance and was a full
half block behind her now. She jammed her foot back in the shoe and
clambered toward the park still a block away.

"Hunny, come back!" shouted the old man as he rounded to street corner and
bounced off the wall.

Jenna squealed again, motivated by her fear and Trisha's orders. Again she
danced along the sidewalk on one foot as she pulled at her right shoe and
sock. Now wearing only panties and a bra, Jenna glanced over her shoulder
and saw the old man pick up one of her socks and examined it as he
continued to stagger in her direction.

Stripping naked took on a whole different meaning now that the old man was
following her. Jenna was more concerned about getting to the park safely
and less about how she was dressed. As she passed through another cone of
light from a streetlamp, she looked back again. Somehow the old man had
gained on her. He had both her socks draped across his shoulders and was
trying his best to run in a straight line. "Oh no," she sniveled to herself
when she realized he had probably just seen her struggling with her bra
clasp as she passed under the streetlamp. "Now he'll really want to catch
me."

Jenna pulled her bra free and tossed it against the last building before
the park. Her large breasts hung freely from their confines and the cool
evening air caused her nipples to spring to hardness. She could feel her
nipples bristle with tiny bumps and the rubbery texture of a hardened
aureole brushed against her palm.

One last look back over her shoulder and Jenna saw the old man bending over
picking up her bra. He held it out in front of him like a carrot in front
of a horse. With seeming sobering effects, the old man straightened and
began to run in a much straighter line.

Jenna was a half block from the park and the safety of her car. With her
breasts bouncing freely, she stopped jogging for a quick second. She needed
to get her panties off before she reached Trisha and before the old man
caught up with her. She could hardly breathe from fear as her thumbs dug
deep into her skin and frantically pushed her panties to her knees.

"Hey!" shouted the old man, closer than ever before and closing in quickly.

The old man's voice so near to her startled Jenna and she began to run
again. But her panties trapped her calves and she tripped. Kicking at them
and sliding her butt along the dirty sidewalk Jenna panicked as the old man
neared. The leg openings and waistband tangled on her shoes and kept her
from kicking them off. Jenna's panicked state caused her to kick her shoes
off along with her panties as she scrambled to her feet, moments before the
drunken bum dove for her.

As the old man rolled on the sidewalk, Jenna scampered to the
car. Frantically she pulled at the door handle, but was shocked to find it
was locked. "PLEASE! LET ME IN!" she screamed as she looked back at the old
man as he struggled to his feet.

"Go into the park, whore," Trisha calmly gestured with her finger.

Jenna didn't have time to reason and raced, naked, into the park. The cool
summer grass tickled her bare feet as she crouched behind the first tree
she came upon. Her stomach heaved as she peered around the tree
trunk. Jenna watched the old man as he approached the park entrance and
then abruptly stop. She could tell he was trying to focus on the park
signage as he winced and tried to remain upright.

Just like she had walked onto holy ground, the old man turned and shuffled
away. Jenna sighed a sigh of relief and slowly began to breathe again.

Moonbeams danced on the calming lake behind her as daytime gave way to
night. Off in the distance a lone lamp ringed a single park bench in a cone
of light. Two young girls sat on the bench. Both girls had short-cropped
hair and dirty faces. They obviously lived on the street and both appeared
very street savvy.

Jenna didn't see either one of them, but they saw her. Moonlight glistened
off her back and shone like a beacon. "LOOK AT THAT!" one girl whispered to
the other as she elbowed her friend in the side.

"I'm calling the gang," said the other as she flipped open her cell phone
and pressed a couple keys. "Get the rest of the girls and come to the park
and HURRY. You're not going to believe what Jill and I found!"

The two teenage girls, both around 16, quietly got up and stealthily made
their way up behind the unsuspecting Jenna. Her naked form became more and
more enticing the closer the pair came. Her shapely hips and firm ass
quietly hid her best features, which were her awesome breasts and smoothly
shaven pussy. Sneaking up on the young woman on a sandy beach was no
problem for the experienced pair.

As they stood just a few feet from the naked young woman, they could tell
she was distraught and afraid. Her back heaved with each breath, which were
short and puffy. The two exchanged knowing looks when they realized the
young woman was already really scared.

"Whatcha doin'?" asked the girl named Jill.

"HUH!" Jenna gasped as she turned and fell on her butt.

As she braced herself on her hands, the two girls gasped at their
tremendous luck. The young woman sitting on her butt with her hands behind
her causing her large voluptuous breasts to protrude even more than normal,
sent shivers of ecstasy into both girls loin. "Oh my gawd," quietly gasp
one of them.

Jenna, panicked at being discovered. She froze.

For what seemed like forever, the three females just stared at each other
in total disbelief.

The girls' eyes roamed Jenna's exquisite nakedness, while Jenna tried to
get a grip on the situation.

Blinking, Jill finally spoke up and said, "Here, let me help you up," and
she extended her hand.

Jenna, humiliated that she was naked in a public park, but glad that girls
rather than boys discovered her, reached up and took the girls hand. "Thank
you," she mumbled almost under her breath, ashamed at her condition.

"Let me dust you off. Turn around," Jill said.

Obediently and without question, Jenna turned around.

Jill looked at her friend, puzzled at how quickly Jenna had complied. She
thought she'd try something else, "Arch your back," she commanded a little
more forcefully.

Without hesitation, Jenna arched her back. She was getting used to taking
orders from younger females and this seemed almost natural to her.

Jill held her breath. She couldn't believe this complete stranger with an
almost perfect body and was NAKED, was taking orders like a well-trained
dog. "Grab some tree," she ordered, "and spread your legs."

Jenna did as the young teen asked. She reached out and leaned against the
tree, still arching her back and she spread her legs. Heavily her breasts
hung beneath her protruding chest and her pussy pushed high between her
legs. The position was a little uncomfortable, but if the girl needed her
to be in this position to dust her off, Jenna reasoned it was okay.

Both girls stepped along each side of Jenna. With lust in their hearts they
reached out and began to slowly run their hands along Jenna's naked
backside. Each one pretending to remove dirt as they stroked Jenna's firm
ass. The girls glanced at each other briefly as their hands brushed the
young woman's curvaceous lower back, ass and thighs.

Jenna gasped a couple times when she felt tiny fingertips inadvertently
brush against her swelling labia. Each time it happened, and it was
happening a little more each time, Jenna couldn't help but arch her back a
little more. She could feel her breathing begin to shallow and her stomach
heaved and tightened.

The sensation these tiny hands were giving her was making Jenna feel
heady. She closed her eyes as the hands roamed her skin in search of more
dirt to remove. The girls were so kind to do this for her and she really
appreciated it. But their hands were having a strange effect on the young
teacher. Tiny goose bumps covered her skin and she felt her nipples harden
in response. "Ooh," she moaned quietly.

"Does this feel good?" someone asked.

Jenna choked out, "Y-yes." She closed her eyes as the sensation of tiny
hands became overwhelming. It seemed like several hands roamed her heated
flesh. Her heavy breasts were being gently massaged and almost milked. Her
thighs, ass, back and stomach had hands on them simultaneously, but she
didn't try to figure out how. Her skin was on fire and she was approaching
an orgasm.

"Oooohhhh," Jenna moaned, "please stop. I'm feeling...I'm feeling..."

"Feeling? Feeling how?" someone breathed heavily into Jenna's ear sending
an uncontrollable rush of liquid into her swollen pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhh, please don't do that," Jenna moaned again.

"Mmmm, look at that," cooed a female voice from behind Jenna. "She's hot."

"Let's fuck her then," breathed another female voice.

Jenna was barely able to comprehend the conversation. She was so high on
arousal that it didn't seem to make any sense.

One of the girls dipped two fingers into Jenna's swollen, gushy mound.

"OOOOHHHHHH," loudly groaned Jenna.

Another female voice chirped sarcastically, "Mikey thinks she likes it."

Jenna felt a knuckle press on her sopping opening as two fingers curled
into a fist. "Ooooohhhhhh, please," she moaned as the girls knuckles coated
themselves in her luscious liquid.

"Do it," encouraged a girl.

Jenna felt a great deal of pressure on her vaginal opening and she groaned
loudly, "OOOOOHHHHHHH!" Instinctively she spread her legs more in an effort
to reduce the pressure.

The girl standing behind Jenna took this as a sign she wanted more, despite
Jenna's pleas to stop. She balled her fist up tightly and began to push her
first knuckle firmly against Jenna's swollen gap.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH," Jenna groaned again as the pressure increased again.

"DO IT!" encouraged another voice.

Hearing the heated pants of her friends, the girl standing behind Jenna
pushed her tightened fist past her sloppy ring with a thump.

Jenna cried out in pain, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" as the girls fist thumped
past her narrow opening up to her wrist. The girls tiny fist filled Jenna's
every void and felt like it entered her stomach.

"COOL!" shouted a female voice.

"AWESOME!" came another.

"Fuck her!" came yet another.

Jenna's mind was cleared somewhat by the sudden surge of pain. She realized
that she was not alone with just the two girls anymore, but there were many
more.

Before she was able to accurately assess her situation, the fist deep in
her loin began to move.

Twisting side-to-side and moving in and out, the girl slowly began to fist
fuck poor Jenna. To the delight of everyone watching, Jenna moaned and
pleaded for the girl to stop. Her pleas only served to heighten the arousal
of the gang of girls. Shouts of encouragement poured onto their friend.

"P-Please STOP!" cried Jenna as the girls fist punched at her
insides. "Please! You're hurting me!"

"Fuck the bitch!" screamed a girl.

"Stop your fucking whining slut!" shouted another girl as she slapped
Jenna's vulnerable ass.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!" Jenna cringed at the sharp sting on her ass.

"Oh my gawd!" squealed the girl with her fist in Jenna, "she flushed with
pussy juice when you did that! Do it again!"

Before long that girls were taking turns spanking Jenna's reddened ass
cheeks. And Jenna couldn't explain it, but the girl was right. Each time
one of them spanked her she flooded with moisture. "What's happening to
me?" she screamed in her mind. "Oooohhhhh gawd," she moaned as the girls
fist slipped around inside her with increasing ease.

"Keep spanking this slut!" the fist fucker shouted, "I'm gonna make her
cum!"

Jenna couldn't believe what was happening. A rogue gang of street girls was
spanking her while fist fucking her and she was...she was LIKING IT! As the
girls tiny fist pulsed in and out of her vagina with growing ease, Jenna
began to pant, "Oh, oh, oh."

Soon slaps on her huge hanging breasts began too. The street gang had
realized their power over this helpless young woman and they were intent on
maximizing it. Yanks on the poor woman's nipples accompanied the occasional
slap on her tits with each one acknowledged by a heated moan from the young
woman.

"OOOHHHH, OOOOHHHH," Jenna panted as the delirious mixture of pain and
pleasure was becoming unbearable. "OOOOOHHHHHH," she groaned again as the
tiny fist came out completely before being thrust deep inside again.

Jenna arched her back and spread her feet a little more. She pushed her
pussy back toward the stranger's tiny fist and bit her lower lip. Jenna was
cumming and everyone knew it.

Girls on each side of Jenna grabbed at her ass cheeks and spread her ass as
wide as they possibly could. All eyes were focused on the girls relentless
fisting of the young woman's pussy.

Seconds later, an uncontrollable orgasm spilled from the young woman's
pussy and coated the girls wrist and forearm with a frothy white foam.

Jenna groaned loudly, "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as her pussy convulsed
and constricted on the girls' thin wrist as it pushed in and out.

"OOOOHHHH COOOL" echoed voices of ecstatic girls as they watched in
delight.

"GAWD, what a total SLUT she is girls," exclaimed another.

"Man, you should have felt that. It was even better than it looked,"
offered the girl who had fisted Jenna.

Jenna moaned quietly when she felt the tiny fist squeeze from her sopping
cunt. Her bright red ass cheeks shimmered in the moonlight as she tried to
stand upright. Jenna was spent. Her pussy twitched and tightened as she
stood up and turned around to see her abusers.

The gang of street girls glared back at their newfound possession as all
eyes widened when they read "Trisha's Property" tattooed on the woman's
breast.

"Holy crap. Let's get outa here!" one girl yelled and they all ran down the
beach like they'd just seen a ghost, all except one.

The girl who had fisted poor Jenna stood in front of the young teacher and
sneered, "Before I leave, you need to clean my hand. Lick it." She pushed
her hand into Jenna's mouth and Jenna obediently bathed her fingers with
her tongue.

Lapping at her own secretions, Jenna once again delved into that strange
nether world of conflict.


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