Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 10:46:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 5

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2001. 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
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Chapter Five

Jenna waited a long time after her first day of school before she left for
home. Dressed in only a large blue jean shirt she didn't want to be seen by
anyone running to her car and then having to explain what happened. She
gathered her things, checked the hallway and tiptoed quickly towards the
door. Once outside she scampered for the safety of her car. She fumbled
around for the keys but they were nowhere to be found. She was locked out
of her own car and would have to walk the half-mile home.

Jenna didn't like the idea of walking home after dark on a crisp fall
evening, even though she'd lived in the neighborhood all her life. Not to
mention the fact that she wasn't wearing shoes, underwear, a bra, pants,
socks or anything like that. All she had was the stupid blue jean
shirt. Fortunately, it was long enough to cover her completely.

As Jenna started her journey she had plenty of time to think. She recanted
the day's events and her stomach became upset. All the things that could
have possibly gone wrong did. She had inadvertently stripped in front of
the head mistress, she was forced to perform oral sex on a 13 year old girl
in the hallway of the school, she was under the control of an entire class
at gym and she had been raped by the janitor. The more she recounted what
had happened the more she tried to justify them. It was simply beyond her
comprehension that all those things were not her fault somehow.

Walking along the sidewalk of the tree-lined street a few blocks from home,
she continued to mull over the day's events and try to find a way to
prevent it next time. She stopped at cross walk where the street T'd into a
park entrance. The sun had just set and it was getting dark very
quickly. She opted to cut through the park and save at least 10 minutes.

She scampered across the street and entered the grassy, sparsely treed
park. The slow rolling landscapes angled uphill slightly. The cool damp
grass immediately soaked her bare feet and made them feel cold. She picked
up the pace a little when she felt like someone was following her. Her
heart pumped faster as her fear increased. She clutched the shirt tightly
to her chest as she tried to keep it closed as she scurried along.

She came upon the winding path that led over a footbridge midway through
the park. The bridge crossed a stream that ran through the picnic area and
divided the park into two distinct sections. As she approached the
footbridge, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed.

The park was getting dark and had no lights of any kind. Jenna reached the
footbridge and stopped. She turned around to see if she could see or hear
anyone behind her. Her nervousness caused her blood pressure to increase
and her ears ring. She couldn't hear anything else and it was almost too
dark to see.

She caught her breath and clutched the blue jean shirt tightly to her chest
as she started up the footbridge. Midway across she saw two shadowy figures
on the other side and she froze. The glow from a cigarette being inhaled
caught her attention. She thought about turning around but realized that it
would take her almost an hour to circumvent the park now, besides she was
getting cold. She wondered who these people were in the park after dark and
what they were doing there. Jenna figured they could be up to no good and
once again thought about turning around.

When she heard the two people laughing, she realized that they were both
females. Jenna relaxed a bit and felt relieved they weren't men. Whatever
they were doing in the park didn't concern her, so she opted to
continue. As she approached the two women, she realized they were students
from St. Monica's. She recognized the blue and green plaid skirts and white
blouses. She let out a sigh of relief when she felt an immediate sense of
camaraderie.

"Hi girls," she said as she approached the two.

"Hello, Ms. Tarp," came a response in a familiar voice.

Jenna strained to make out a face and froze in her tracks when she realized
it was Bic and Barb. Her heart started racing as she was filled with a
'fight or flight' adrenalin rush. She stood a mere ten feet from the two
girls who earlier in the day assisted their friend Trisha to rape her. Her
mind went blank when she tried to decide what to do.

Before she knew it, both girls had her by an arm and were hustling her off
to the picnic area, her feet barely touching the ground.

"Please...girls...don't...please...let me go," Jenna pleaded with the pair
as she held her shirt tightly to her chest. "Please girls, let me go!"

Both girls were taller than she was and much stronger. They weren't husky
by any stretch, just younger and stronger. Jenna was filled with fear about
where they were taking her and what they would do to her. She tried to
resist but she couldn't break away.

When they got to the picnic area a single street lamp illuminated the area
that was filling with fog as dusk turned to night. Many of the picnic
benches sat in gravel rectangles. As the girls approached the first table,
they pulled Jenna backward onto the tabletop. Bic kneeled on one bench and
Barb on the other.

Jenna squirmed and whimpered, "please don't,"

"Hold still bitch," Bic said as she used her free hand to try and unbutton
her shirt.

"Please don't!" Jenna pleaded trying to fend off the girl's attempts to
unbutton her shirt, her legs kicking and thrashing.

Barb went in search of Jenna's pussy. Her hand groped the panty-less crotch
as the young teacher twisted from side-to-side.

Bic became frustrated with Jenna's thrashing and slapped the young teacher.

Shocked Jenna stopped thrashing for a moment as she tried to comprehend
what just happened.

Both girls seized the opportunity to tear Jenna's shirt open, popping off
all the buttons as it exposed her naked body beneath.

Jenna tried to get up and run. As she sat up the two girls yanked the shirt
off her back and then pushed her back down onto the tabletop. Jenna
screeched as she saw her shirt tossed behind Bic and float softly to the
ground behind her. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands
and arms as the two strong girls held her down. "Let me go!" yelled Jenna,
"let me go!"

"Gimme the rope!" urged Bic.

Barb reached in the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a length of rope
that Bic grabbed and wrapped around Jenna's wrist.

Jenna was panicking now. The girls were overpowering her and had one wrist
tied. She feared what they might do and hated the thought of being tied up
naked on a picnic bench in the park at night. Her heart raced and her mind
got as foggy as the evening mist engulfing the park. She didn't know what
to do. No matter how hard she struggled, the two were just too
strong. Before she knew it, both wrists had rope on them and were being
pulled overhead.

Bic tied Jenna's wrists to the leg of the picnic bench underneath the
table. That pulled the young teachers arms straight up over her head,
arching her back and pushing her huge breasts skyward.

Together, Bic and Barb then each tied a leg to separate table legs,
spreading the teacher's legs apart.

Jenna was helpless. She tried to struggle free, but it was useless. Her
nervous sweating body warmed the cold wooden table beneath her. Jenna was
afraid and started to cry, "Let me go, please, let me go!"

Bic and Barb, both girls sweating from the fight, stood back and caught
their breath. They eyed their prey as she lay on the table, tightly
secured, breasts heaving above her taught stomach. They each reached out
and grabbed a handful of Jenna's breasts and massaged them. Together, they
leaned over and sucked her tits like they were the last ones on earth.

The tingling and sucking sensations on her nipples and breasts caused
Jenna's pussy to contract spasmodically. Despite her protests the girls
continued sucking her tits. She pulled against her binds and lifted her
head and watched them suck her breasts, stretching her nipples between
their lips as they pulled away. "Please...stop...please," Jenna's protests
were growing weaker with each incredible sensation. She didn't like it, but
then again, she did. She rolled her head from side-to-side and occasionally
lifted it to watch the two young teenagers devouring her breasts. "Oh,
please...please...don't", Jenna weakly appealed.

Both girls had their own breast to work on. They grabbed the breast at its
base and milked it skyward, sucking hard on the nipple.

Jenna's twisting efforts to get away were turning into writhing
instead. She couldn't control her body anymore as the girls worked on her
breasts. They seemed to know exactly how to suck her breasts to cause
uncontrolled secretions to flow into her loin. The arousal was building
within her and she was powerless to stop it. In her mind she wanted to say
'stop', but the words were coming out as moans, "please,
m-m-m-m-m-m...o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h".

Jenna's arousal was quickly building toward orgasm. She'd never had an
orgasm from just having her breasts sucked before, but the sensations these
two teenagers were causing was undeniable. Despite her best efforts to
fight the feeling and her ties, she was losing and losing quickly.

The girls sensed the change in Ms. Tarp. No longer was she struggling to
get away, but now was writhing with unfettered pleasure. They continued
their relentless sucking and massaging of her breasts without mercy. They
knew she was close to cumming and they wanted to feel her explosion, so
almost simultaneously they reached a free hand between her legs and
inserted an index finger into her flowing pussy.

Jenna bellowed out a guttural groan when she felt the two digits invade her
juicy pussy at the same time. The combination of sensations was too much
for her too bear and she exploded into
orgasm. "A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h", she screamed as her love
juice expelled from deep within her loin, coating the hands and fingers of
her two teenage tormentors. Jenna twitched with residual orgasm for several
seconds before lapsing into an orgasm-induced slumber.

The two girls high-five'd each other over the sleeping teacher before
untying her. They gathered up their rope and Bic grabbed the teacher's
shirt and the two scampered off laughing and slapping each other on their
backs.

Jenna lay motionless for several minutes until the night's coldness caused
her to awaken prematurely. Jenna rubbed her eyes and then sat up quickly
looking for her two teenage tormentors. She was relieved that they were
nowhere around. She realized she was naked and scanned the area for her
shirt. Despite having the single lamppost overhead, she couldn't find her
shirt anywhere. She did her best to cover herself and climb off the
table. She was a little sore and had to get home.

Fortunately, the darkness enabled her to get almost all the way home
without being seen. She crept up to the front door of her small two-story
house in the little residential neighborhood and was shocked to remember
that she didn't have the key, hell; she didn't have clothes for that
matter. She went around back to check for an open door or window. No luck.

Jenna, shivering, crept around to the front of the house, back on the front
porch and was shocked by a burst of light...


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