Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2002 20:03:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 26{Jenna}(F/f reluc)[26!_]

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reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2002.

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.

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Chapter Twenty-Six:

Jenna was in a daze. Her eyes were glossed over and she had retreated into
her own mind. Over and over she replayed the events of the past year and
she was nothing short of stunned.

As she bounced along the street behind a giddy Trisha, who was reveling in
humiliating her personal slut at every opportunity by introducing her to
shopkeepers and customers alike and making Jenna say 'Hi, I'm Jenna, the
lesbian whore', over and over again, Jenna was almost oblivious to her
surroundings. The warm afternoon sun was starting to cool as it slowly set
in the west and long shadows stretched across the vacating store-lined
street.

Jenna's button-less blouse was tied under her firm but sore bouncing
breasts that were freshly labeled with "Trisha's Property" and pierced with
thick rings. Her once beautiful body that was the envy of nearly every
woman, was now defiled and permanently marked with tattoo's and body
piercing's.

Jenna had never been a vain person but she recalled the numerous times when
she'd been called "the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" by women and
men alike. Her long flowing blonde locks were so silky smooth that everyone
yearned to touch them. Her large firm breasts looked fake because they were
so perky and firm. Her athletic physique with it's flat stomach, strong
shapely legs and round butt were features that set her apart from most
other women and snatched lustful looks from men and women alike, all the
time. Except for her shortness, Jenna was nearly perfect in every way.

"But now," Jenna sniffed, now she was BALD. Her long golden locks were
gone, replaced by a shiny white scalp that drew the same amount of
attention but for the WRONG reason. Her beautiful face had a thick ring
hanging from her nose and her eyebrows were thin lines of ink. Her beauty
was diminished dramatically and people stared and laughed at the hapless
young teacher as Trisha dragged her from place to place.

"Wow," Trisha exclaimed as she looked at the handful of business cards in
her hand, "we've passed out a lot of these. You should win at least ONE
free lunch, slut," she giggled at her sarcasm.

Jenna wanted to cry. The idea that Trisha had been passing out her
'business cards' all over town was humiliating. "And what did it say
again?" she asked herself as she looked at the one she had crushed in her
palm:

	Jenna Tarp
	Lesbian teacher at St. Monica's School for Girls
	"Have tongue, will grovel"
	Will service you for free. Party's welcome.

A shudder nearly shook Jenna to the ground. Emptiness inside her very soul
left her feeling helpless and afraid. She wondered what would happen as
word spread. "Will anyone actually call?" she pondered. "Hopefully people
will just think it was a cruel joke and ignore it," she tried to convince
herself.

"Okay, slut, one last stop before home," Trisha declared.

Jenna was thankful for that and sighed a deep sigh. After the day's
horrible events, nothing Trisha had up her sleeve could be worse than what
poor Jenna had already been through. The collar around Jenna's neck jerked
forward and Jenna stumbled behind Trisha as she led the degraded young
teacher into a cafe.

A pretty young hostess showed the unlikely pair to a booth in the corner of
the tiny restaurant. Small circular tables decorated with candles were
sprinkled about the busy dinner hour cafe. Jenna blinked often trying to
ignore the repeated shocked stares of the mostly female patronage as she
and Trisha made their way past them. Her heart raced and her skin burned
from the hateful stares.

Trisha slid in first and sat in the middle of the bench. Jenna hesitated
and then tried to sit next to Trisha. Her butt hung off the edge as she sat
on what was left of the bench next to her agitated-looking
tormentress. Jenna held her breath when Trisha stared straight ahead and
started to speak.

"This is your last lesson for the day, slut," Trisha began slowly, "from
now on, we are NOT on the same level. You will serve me in any way I
desire, do you understand slut?"

Jenna was scared as she tried to maintain her balance in the booth. She
felt her heart pound against her breastbone as she thought about the
question and her answer. If she answered 'yes', she was forever submitting
to a young teenage girl, wasn't she? Could anything Trisha dish out be any
worse than what she'd done to her already? Jenna sighed, as she answered
'no' to her own question. Reluctantly and defeated, Jenna exhaled, "Yes."

"Good then," Trisha smiled and with a sharp bump from her hip she shoved
the dangling Jenna onto the floor. "While I dine, you will kneel on the
floor next to me, understand whore?" she asked the shocked Jenna as she sat
on the floor, red-faced and embarrassed.

Jenna couldn't bear to look around the cafe, but could feel the eyes upon
her and she could hear the disgusted murmurs of the angry patrons at the
lewd display before them. She quickly scrambled to her knees and closed her
eyes as if praying, hoping that she could just disappear. Jenna wished she
could crawl in a hole and die.

The waitress came and took Trisha's order and ignored Jenna completely. It
was if she wasn't even there. Jenna felt totally humiliated.

Trisha quickly drank three glasses of water before her order came. She ate
her food and then slid out of the booth. "Wait here," she told the kneeling
young teacher.

Jenna watched the young teenager walk to every table in the cafe that had
only women and whisper to them. She'd slip them one of Jenna's business
cards and move to the next one.

After Trisha had finished visiting every woman in the cafe, she returned
and sat down. "I need some cash, slut."

Jenna gave Trisha her debit card and told her her pin. Trisha returned a
short time later with a fistful of cash that she formed into a fan and
flashed to everyone as the sauntered back to the booth. With a jerk on
Jenna's leash she said, "Let's go slut."

Trisha led Jenna to the tiny dirty one stalled restroom. As the door sprang
closed behind them, Trisha pointed to the floor. Jenna's heart sank as she
knelt on the floor in front of the young teen. Trisha raised her skirt and
paused until Jenna had placed her mouth under her cunt. With a deep sigh,
Trisha released the contents of her bladder into Jenna's waiting mouth. She
could feel Jenna choke down her warm salty liquid and then clean her with
her tongue.

Jenna froze when she heard a light knock on the door. She looked up at
Trisha with a panicked look on her face. She didn't want to be discovered
like this and worried that Trisha may leave her on her knees.

Trisha stepped back, straightened her skirt and put her finger to lips and
said, "shhhh." She took Jenna's hand and stuffed the wad of five-dollar
bills in it. "When she finishes you give her one of the bills and say,
'Thanks for your donation', understand slut?"

Horrified, Jenna watched Trisha open the door. She saw a line of women
standing outside. Jenna's heart raced. She hoped no one had seen her
kneeling on the dirty restroom floor. It was humiliating enough being bald,
hairless and pierced, but to be kneeling in a public restroom just sent the
totally wrong message and Jenna worried what they might think.

Trisha let the first woman inside and heard her say, "There she is," and
she thumbed toward Jenna. Trisha looked down at the kneeling 22 year old
and said, "Introduce yourself slut."

Jenna's mind was clouded with questions. She didn't understand what was
happening. She felt like crying and wished she were somewhere else. Using
the words that Trisha had insisted she use since the tattoo shop and had
initially sent shivers of fear through her, Jenna sat on her haunches and
sincerely said, "Hi, I'm Jenna, the lesbian whore."

Jenna didn't fully grasp what was happening until the middle-aged woman
stood directly in front of her, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties
and nylons and pointed at the floor. Jenna's eyes glazed over as she
instinctively leaned forward and attempted to place her mouth on the
woman's hairy vagina. But before she made a firm seal, the woman turned
around, bent over and let loose with her piss and squirted it all over
Jenna's face and chin. The warm smelly liquid ran down her chest and soaked
her blouse and tits.

Jenna heard the woman say, "Gawd you're a sick little bitch aren't you?"

Jenna winced at the sharpness of the words, but still did her best to
capture the woman's urine in her mouth.

"Swallow it, slut," ordered the woman and Jenna did as she was instructed.

With closed eyes, Jenna gulped at the tangy stream and lapped at the air.

When the woman was done, she straightened her clothes and turned
around. Jenna handed her a five-dollar bill and whimpered shamefully,
"Thanks for your donation."

With a broad smile, Trisha opened the door and let the next woman in.

Jenna was in a daze. She blinked her eyes as her task became painfully
clear. A thirty something year-old brunette was next. She stepped in front
of the younger 22 year-old and looked down at her as she pressed in
closely.

Jenna couldn't bear to make eye contact with her and stared at the
floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna saw the woman's hand reach under
her face. She felt the woman's thin finger slip into her nose ring and lift
gently.

In a sultry sensitive voice the woman cooed, "Don't worry my little whore,
this will only take a second."

Jenna craned her neck at the reassuring words as the woman unzipped her
jeans and pushed them to the floor. Humiliated Jenna sniffled, "Hi, I'm
Jenna, the lesbian whore."

"I know," she said.

The woman turned around, placed her hands on her knees and squatted a
little. Jenna pushed her face toward her pussy as the woman released her
bladder. Jenna held the woman's buttocks apart and gulped at her golden
stream. Warm piss splattered on her chin, neck and breasts. She gagged a
little on the tanginess, but swallowed as much as she could. The woman
finished quickly and squeezed the last few drops out and let them drip on
Jenna's protruding chest.

"Clean her," ordered Trisha as she pushed on the back of Jenna's bald head.

Jenna lapped at the woman's cunt and cleaned it free of piss.

When Trisha opened the door again, Jenna tried to see who was
next. Droplets of urine clung to her eyelashes and blurred her vision.

A young teenage girl stood in the doorway, her mother's hands on her
shoulders. "Hi Trish," she said, "see mom, I told you it was my teacher,"
simpered the familiar sounding voice.

Jenna's heart stopped. She gasped loudly as she blinked repeatedly to clear
her vision. Could it be true? Was one of her worst nightmares coming true?
Was she being discovered by one of her students and their parents?

Jenna was so frozen, she had an involuntary bowel release and she urinated
on herself. With her own piss puddle beneath her, Jenna almost fainted.

"So it is," responded the mother in a knowing tone as the pair stepped
closer.

Ashen and afraid, Jenna realized that she was kneeling in a public
restroom, covered in piss, bald, pierced, tattooed and humiliated. And
worst of all, Barb, Trisha's best friend and her mom, Judge Landers, were
staring at her. Jenna's heart thumped heavily and her ears droned a
continuous squeal. All her blood sank to her legs and she woozily tried to
remain conscious. Jenna's life flashed before her. Consequences, sexually
deviant acts, vagina's, spankings, breasts, nipples, dildo's, hair, nails,
fingers, hands, all manner of which spun through Jenna's frazzled mind as
she struggled to remain alert.

Jenna was speechless. The ringing in her ears drowned out all exterior
noise. Her mouth hung open and she strained to hear what the pair was
saying, but she could only see their mouths move.

Judge Landers wore tight black leather pants, heels and tight white
blouse. She looked sheik as always. She asked Trisha, "Can Barb go first?"

"Sure, she can go first. Go ahead," insisted Trisha as she pointed to
Jenna. "Introduce yourself slut."

Jenna didn't hear a word. She just sat there and stared blankly. None of
this could be happening. The room spun out of control and she wanted to
vomit. Being seen in her current condition was the worst possible
scenario. But to be seen by a student AND a parent was even worse than
that.

Jenna's skin crawled with ugly possibilities. She didn't know what to do or
what to say. She was a disgrace. She didn't deserve to live.

"I said, introduce yourself slut," Trisha said as she bopped Jenna on the
back of the head.

Jenna finally heard someone speak. Tears filled her eyes and streamed down
her face. She started to cry. The words that had just begun to roll off her
tongue so easily just minutes before, were now harder than ever to
utter. Jenna's hesitation earned her another swat to the back of her shiny
scalp so she squealed, "Hi, I-I'm Jenna, t-the lesbian whore."

Tickled at her teachers' submissive state, Barb played along and giggled,
"Hi, I'm Barb," and then loudly stated, "ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS AT
ST. MONICA'S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS," so that people behind her could hear. "And
this is my mother Judge Landers."

Barb looked at her mom and teasingly whined, "Can I get one of these, mom?
I did my dishes and cleaned my room today."

"We'll discuss it later. Let's not hold up the line in the meantime,"
replied the Judge.

Barb pulled down her shorts and panties and pushed her hips toward
Jenna. Her nearly hairless young pussy was swollen and red. Obvious signs
of arousal leaked from her smallish cunt.

Jenna stared in disbelief. It was as if the whole community was in on her
sick little secret. Her eyes flicked from Barb to her mom and back again,
desperately seeking some kind of approval. Jenna just didn't feel
comfortable putting her face anywhere near a young girls pussy anytime, but
especially not with her MOM standing right there.

Judge Landers became annoyed. "Can't you get her to hurry up? I want to see
this for myself. It's all over town and I want to witness her sick
depravity myself."

"Come on slut, drink her piss, NOW!" insisted Trisha as she pushed on
Jenna's head.

Jenna leaned forward and placed her mouth on Barb's tiny vagina. Barb
nestled herself on Jenna's mouth just like Trisha did. She cooed, "Oh mom,
this feels really good," and she let go of her stream.

Jenna gulped as the thin hot stream of teenage girl piss filled her
mouth. The softness of Barb's vaginal skin aroused Jenna and she willingly
cleaned her afterward.

Barb staggered backward and sighed, "Oh mom, you've GOT to try that."

"Please honey, step aside," nudged the Judge.

Jenna waited as Judge Landers pushed her skintight leather pants to her
ankles and turn around. Meanwhile, Jenna handed Barb a five-dollar bill and
shamefully said, "Thank you for your donation."

Barb giggled gleefully as she snatched the money from her submissive
teacher. "Wow, I'm so happy you're my teacher."

Looking over her shoulder, Judge Landers said, "If you let any of this get
on my leathers you're in trouble whore." With that, she squatted slightly
and placed her hands on her knees. She looked back one last time and
sneered, "Ready?"

Jenna leaned forward and craned her neck. She opened her mouth as widely as
she could and tried to encircle the judges' shaven pussy. Her nose nestled
into the judges' anus just as the liquid torrent filled her cavity. Jenna
licked and sucked on the judges' pussy as she swallowed the stinky salty
onrush numerous times.

She couldn't believe what she had just done. Jenna shivered at the thought
of having just WILLINGLY drunk piss. But that wasn't even the worst of
it. She had just WILLINGLY drunk the piss of a student AND her mom, who was
a JUDGE no less. Jenna cringed at the thought.

As the judge pulled up her pants, she matter-of-factly said, "Oh, and
Ms. Tarp, did I tell you that I met your aunt a few months back? She's a
lot like you. A LOT like you," she snickered. She reached down and tugged
on Jenna's nose ring and said, "We'll be in touch sweetie. I've got a
surprise for you at home."

Jenna didn't know what was happening. Her mind swirled with possibilities,
but none made sense. What was happening here? What did she mean by that?
The judge had met her aunt? When? Where? How did she know she was her aunt?
What was the surprise?

"What's the matter sweetie?" the judge teased, "you look a little pale."

Before Jenna had a chance to figure anything out, another woman had come
in, stood in front of the soaked, smelly 22 year-old teacher, lifted her
skirt and prepared to piss on her.

Before the woman let loose Judge Landers reached in her shopping bag and
pulled out a small bottle and handed it to Jenna, "Here," she said, "drink
this. It'll settle your stomach."

Jenna read the simple label as she removed the cap, it read: Mother
Nature's Dairy Delight. Jenna sniffed the creamy liquid before she took a
sip. She smiled at the sweet creamy taste and took a second sip before she
was overcome with the impromptu generosity of the judge. Jenna looked up at
the judge with tear-filled puppy dog eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

Jenna was truly thankful and was somewhat surprised and confused by the
judge's reaction to her 'thank you'. Jenna saw her expression change from
the look of a caring mother to a devious evil glare as she responded:

"No. Thank YOU."

As the next woman began to piss on Jenna's face and neck, Trisha opened
Jenna's sopping wet blouse to expose her glistening tattooed breasts. Jenna
sighed when Trisha hefted her tits and displayed the horrible tattoo's
claiming Trisha's ownership. Trisha milked Jenna's sore pierced nipples and
tugged gently on the thick new rings in each.

Jenna's stomach was bloated with stinky urine as the last woman mercifully
pissed on Jenna's face and chest. The warm golden fluid coated her chest
and ran over her throbbing, aching nipples. When the woman finished, Jenna
handed her a five-dollar bill and mumbled, "Thank you for your donation."

The woman smiled and said, "I have your card. I'll call you for my next
party."

Jenna was soaked from head-to-toe with smelly urine. Her baldhead, face and
clothes were saturated as she knelt in a stinky pool. At least 10 women had
pissed on her, but she'd lost count after the sixth. Trisha finally let her
stand and she weakly struggled to her feet. Her tummy protruded like she
was pregnant and she felt like vomiting.

Trisha saw Jenna turning green and told her, "Don't you dare puke, slut!
Drink your milk, that's your dinner. You need all the nourishment you can
get."

Jenna choked back the sensation to purge and swallowed the last few drops
of her bottle of Mother Nature's Dairy Delight and then followed Trisha out
of the restroom. Slowly the two passed through the cafe past the numerous
women who Jenna had paid to drink their piss.

The crowded cafe grew silent as Trisha led the drenched, smelly young
teacher outside and into her car. Noses wrinkled as the rancid smell of
urine wafted behind Jenna and sickened the customers along her path. Trisha
waved to the disgusted, yet excited cafe patronage as Jenna gladly drove
away.

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