Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2002 11:17:53 -0800 (PST) From: Jenna Tarp Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 28{Jenna}(F/f reluc)[28!_] The author permits any kind of archiving, posting, reposting, and 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. Send comments to: 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. Send comments to: