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St Monicas SchoolSt Monica’s School for GirlsDon`t know who author is but excellent story wish there was more.Jenna woke up early today. The first day of school was always exciting, buttoday was even more exciting because today, she was the teacher. She feltfortunate to have been so lucky as too land her first job as a teacher atSt. Monica’s School for Girls. And the school was only a half-mile awayfrom her Midwestern, tree-lined neighborhood. The Catholic school wasrenowned in the area for its high standards of discipline and education.As she showered, the petite blonde reflected back on the interview processwith the head mistress, sister Ann. She remembered how sister Ann commentedon how tiny she was and that she wondered if she might ‘get lost in thecrowded hallways’. At the time, Jenna felt a little uncomfortable at thecomment and wanted to point out that not many of the teenage girls hadbreasts her size, but thought better of it and let the commentpass. Thinking about it now, she realized that she had, in fact, beenmistaken from behind for a young teenage girl numerous times before. Thatwas until she turned around and the person saw how large her breasts wereand then immediately realized their mistake.Jenna marveled at how young sister Ann was. She couldn’t have been morethan forty, but she looked really good for her age, no matter what itwas. When the interview concluded, she recalled, she wasn’t sure how wellshe had done, but she felt good about it. Jenna remembered her excitementat receiving the telephone call from sister Ann notifying her she’d gottenthe job. Now she couldn’t wait to start her first day.Jenna hurriedly laid out the prescribed garb for non-sister’s, as providedby sister Ann. White blouse, plaid skirt, white socks and shoes. Thephilosophy at the school was that students learn better from teachers thatthey can relate too, so teachers were expected to dress in a similar mAnnras the students. Jenna finished powdering herself after her shower andbegan to get dressed. Everything fit fine. The blouse was tailor made, soit accentuated her full figure and gave her already narrow waist and eventighter V-shape. She pulled on the skirt and realized that it seemedextremely short. It came to just above mid-thigh. Jenna turned aroundseveral times and checked her appearance in the mirror. She figured theskirt must have been okay, since the blouse fit perfectly. With one finalapproving glance, she gathered her things and headed to school.Fall was in the air as the smell of freshly fallen leaves filled the air asshe walked from the parking lot to the school. It was a large two-storybrick building, partly covered in ivy, that housed a dorm section for thegirls to sleep in, a recreation room and classrooms. Jenna was scheduled toteach English and gym this semester and had her first few classes alreadymentally mapped out as she entered the school very early for her firstday. The excitement and anticipation had her stomach in knots and she felta little nauseous as walked down the empty hallway toward the HeadMistress’ office.The high ceilings did nothing to lighten the dark corridor and her highheels echoed as clicked along the linoleum floor as she walked. She noticedthe new posters lining the cold tile walls, welcoming the c***dren back toschool. Each classroom door was trimmed and stained in dark wood, whichframed an opaque wavy glassed window with the classroom number on it. Jennaclutched her books to her chest as she approached the Head Mistress’ officeclearly marked as such. Jenna tapped sheepishly on the window as she couldonly make out a couple shadowy figures inside.”Come in,” a voice inside beckoned.Jenna slowly opened the door and peeked inside to see sister Ann andanother woman who was much older. She entered the room when sister Ann,seated behind her desk, gestured her to do so with her finger.”Welcome Jenna. I’d like you to meet Ms. Stach, she’s our officemanager. She’ll help you get set up in your new room. I hope you’re readyfor your first day, it’ll be busy.””Oh, yes, I am. I’ve been looking forward to it for days now,” Jenna saidenthusiastically as she stood on the other side of the large oak desk. “Andit’s nice to meet you, Ms. Stach.”Jenna shook the old woman’s hand and found it kind of cold and clammy. Theold woman didn’t seem real happy to see her and grumbled a “nice to meetyou” back at her. Jenna figured she’d seen a lot of young teachers come andgo in her time and wasn’t impressed by anyone new.”Let me show you to your new classroom,” sister Ann said as she stood andwalked out from behind her desk.Her black robe looked heavy, as did her habit, Jenna thought. She was justglad she didn’t have to wear it. As they headed back into the hallway Jennasaw a few other nuns making their way to their classrooms in preparationfor the day. Things were picking up quickly and her anticipation grewaccordingly. sister Ann pushed open the door to classroom 111 and Jennawalked in. Jenna had two classes to teach at her new school, English Compand gym. The desk at the head of the class was actually a table. The rowsof desks that faced it were the old style with the lift up desktops andall-in-one construction.sister Ann at in the chair behind the teachers desk and patted the tableand said, “This will be your spot for English. And you know where the gymoffice is already.”Jenna felt sister Ann’s eyes roam her figure as she stood before her. Shefelt a twinge of concern as sister Ann checked her out. Had she forgottensomething? The long pause made Jenna want to scream, “what is it?!”, butshe composed herself and asked, “Am I dressed okay?””Uh, well, now that you asked, I need to make sure you’ve followed therules we provided you in your orientation packet,” sister Ann statedplainly. “Oh yes. I followed them exactly,” Jenna reassured her.”Please step over here,” sister Ann said as she pointed to a spot on thefloor directly in front of her.Jenna, unsure of why she wanted her so close, was not in any mind to upsether new employer so early so she stepped onto the spot she pointed too.Jenna looked down at her head mistress as she watched her hands grab thehem of her pleated skirt. Her stomach tightened as sister Ann’s handstouched her outer thighs and began to slide upward. Jenna stepped back andin a shocked tone exclaimed, “What are you doing?””Jenna,” began the calm voice of sister Ann, “I need to check if you’rewearing panties.””What? Of course, I am,” Jenna insisted, thinking that sister Ann must havethought she was crazy if she wasn’t. But much to her chagrin, sister Annreplied, “Then we’ve got a little problem.””The dress code for teachers here at St. Monica’s clearly states thatteachers must wear ONLY the uniform prescribed and that it is a conditionof employment. No undergarments are permitted here at the school,Ms. Tarp,” sister Ann declared sounding more authoritative than before. “Ifthat’s a problem, and then we’ll have to reconsider our offer to you.”Jenna didn’t know what to say. She knew she’d only glanced at theorientation package and didn’t really read it. It looked standard toher. Now, here she stood before her new employer and she had to make adecision and quick. She could see sister Ann’s disappointment that she’dapparently agreed to all the conditions of employment and then hadwillfully violated one already. Her stomach was really tight now and felt abead of sweat form on her forehead. “Well, Ms Tarp,” sister Annimpatiently stated, “What’s your decision?” Jenna knew she had blown italready and didn’t want to upset her new employer anymore than she alreadyhad. She must have had her reasons for the policy and she didn’t want toupset her further by asking her for an explanation now. “I, uh…I,” Jennastammered.”Come on girl, spit it out! Do you want to work here or don’t you?” hisseda growingly impatient sister Ann.”I…yes,” withered Jenna as she had concerns of how she would pay billsand rent if she didn’t have a job racing through her mind. “Yes, Iwant…the job. I’ll do whatever is required, just please don’t let me go,”she pleaded. She hated sounding so needy, but in these economic times jobswere harder to come by and she’d be smart to hold on to hers.”Fine,” began sister Ann sternly, “but they’re can be no more violations ofschool policy, understand?””Y-yes, I understand,” replied a visibly shaken Jenna. Ten minutes into hernew job and she’d almost lost it. She felt relieved to still have her joband was determined to do whatever it took to keep it. She understood howdisappointed sister Ann must have been and she committed to following allthe school rules from that point forward.”I’ll need to collect your undergarments, then. Please remove them and givethem to me. You can pick them up in my office at the end of the day andtake them home with you,” sister Ann stated flatly.Jenna’s stomach tightened again. Certainly she didn’t mean for her to takethem off here, now, did she? Jenna’s mind was awash withuncertainty. Should she take them off right here, in the classroom? Shelooked at her head mistress who was sitting in her chair with her armsfolded across her chest. She showed no signs of getting up to leave, soJenna assumed she must have meant now. This was incredible. Her newemployer was asking her to undress in front of her.Jenna reasoned that this was in fact, NOT a public school and that perhapsthey could indeed set their own rules. Her thoughts were brieflyinterrupted when she heard sister Ann clear her throat, which she took as asign to get on with it. Nervously, Jenna began to unbutton her blouse. Hersweaty palms and clammy fingers slipped on the buttons as she pressed themthrough the tiny holes. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Herembarrassment increased with each button opened. Halfway down her blouseshe felt as if she would pass out from shear humiliation. Her cheeksflushed and she had to turn away from her employer as she pulled the blouseout of the confines of the skirts waistband and opened the last button.As she pulled the garment off her shoulders the cool room air gave her achilling sensation – a sensation she hadn’t felt since she was a teenagerwhen her and her cousin Sandy stripped naked in the woods and ran aroundlike natives. They had a great time that day, doing something they knew waswrong, but felt great anyway.She laid the blouse on the desk beside her as she did her best to coverherself with her free hand. She glanced over her should at sister Ann andtook note of her stare. The look confused Jenna and she thought about it asshe reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. “What was thatlook?” she kept asking herself as she pulled the bra off her now throbbingbreasts. When her sizeable breasts were released from their tight confine,Jenna sighed a barely audible sigh. “What was that for?” she questionedherself. “What’s going on?” Jenna was having an immediate increase inarousal. She felt her nipples harden as the air struck them and she had anurge to touch them. She struggled with the idea for a moment, shaking herhead to clear the cobwebs forming there. Why was she feeling like this? Sheattempted to cover herself again. This was humiliating. The embarrassmentof the situation took over again. She felt like crying as tears welled upin each eye when she handed her bra to sister Ann sitting quietly behindher.Jenna couldn’t believe it. Was she really standing topless in front of aCatholic nun for pete’s sake? The whole situation was almost more than shecould bear. She wanted to run away and hide. The shame she was feeling waskilling her inside. But she was already committed and had agreed to theterms of her employment. Shakily, she unclasp the hook on her skirt and letdown the zipper as she tried to use her arms to squeeze her breaststogether and keep them out of sight. “Here goes,” she groaned in her mindas she dropped the skirt to the ground and re-covered her breasts with herarms and pushed her knees together.”Oh my gawd,” Jenna panicked in her mind, “I’m practically naked. I’ve gotto get these panties off quick, so I can get dressed again.” She droppedher arms and grabbed the waistband at each hip and bending forward at thewaist, pushed her panties to the floor. Jenna didn’t stop to think aboutwhat she had just done until she heard sister Ann’s voice.”You could have used the restroom to change in, Ms. Tarp,” sister Ann saidin a disgusted tone.Jenna almost passed out as she stepped out of her panties and boltederect. “Oh no, what have I done?!” her brain screamed as she clambered tocover herself. She didn’t know what to do. She stood frozen, naked andstatue-like for what seemed like hours. Her mind was racing and her earspounded like bass kettledrums. “What should she do? Would she be fired? Whydid she assume she was supposed to change in front of her? What was shethinking? Was sister Ann mad at her? Did she think she was some kind ofpervert? Would she still be allowed to be around c***dren? Should sheapologize? Should ignore sister Ann’s comments and act like she didn’t hearher?” A million questions clouded her mind and limited her decision-makingability. She didn’t even feel sister Ann’s hand on her hips turning heraround to face her. Jenna had gone totally into her own mind as wascompletely unaware of her surroundings.sister Ann admired the tight slender blonde for a moment. The girls armsbarely covered her large, firm breasts and she could see each nipple wassurrounded by large dark aureoles that were perfect for sucking. It wasobvious to sister Ann that Jenna worked out. Jenna’s small waist and taughtstomach stretched above a soft blonde, triangular mound that had evidenceof excitement clinging to the hair. She knew she had the new teacher in ahumiliating predicament and she was going to take full advantage of thesituation. “Ms. Tarp?” sister Ann said in stern voice to the unresponsivegirl, “Ms. Tarp!”Jenna recovered slightly and looked down at sister Ann who was glaring backat her with a look of disbelief and disappointment. Jenna tried to coverherself as she stood naked before the catholic nun, the head mistress, in aclassroom for 7th graders on the morning before the first day of school wasto begin! Somehow, she had done the impossible, the improbable. She hadmanaged to humiliate herself in the most degrading manner possible. Thewhole scene was surreal. Her mind clouded over again as she contemplatedwhat she should do and what would happen to her.Jenna stood motionless, staring into space. sister Ann stood up and huggedthe mortified young woman.Jenna felt a sudden sense of relief as she was wrapped in the warm robes ofthe nun. The humiliated young woman closed her eyes to hide her shame andhugged the nun back. “I…I,” She wanted to tell her she was sorry, butthought it may draw even more attention to her plight. Jenna wanted to hideher nakedness and pressed herself closely into the robes of sister Ann. Shefelt the nun comforting her and stroking her soft skinned back. “She issuch a wonderful person for not humiliating me,” Jenna told herself, “sherecognizes my shame.” Jenna buried her face into the nun’s chest and tookcomfort in her touch.As the two stood hugging, sister Ann seized the moment. She continued tostroke Jenna’s back in soft circles and gradually worked her hand downacross the young woman’s ass. When she didn’t feel resistance to her touch,she squeezed the tight butt cheek as she passed over it. The young woman’ssoft flesh was so warm. She hadn’t touched a young woman for so long, shewas overwhelmed by her luck. Here she had a new young teacher naked in herarms. She started telling herself how easy it would be to control her. Shecould use her position of power to make the young woman ‘do’ things forher. She sighed deeply as she squeezed the woman’s buttocks with bothhands.Jenna felt the nun’s seeming growing interest in touching her ass, butfigured the nun didn’t realize what she was doing. She was a nun afterall. Jenna figured it was just her way of keeping her warm. Since her wholebackside was exposed to the cool room air and her touch did feel kind ofgood, she let it pass.sister Ann persisted. She began to knead the firm globes with regularity.Jenna felt uncomfortable and tried to end the prolonged hug.sister Ann sensed Jenna’s desire to end the hug, but she wasn’t ready torelinquish control just yet. She squeezed the young woman tightly andcooed, “it’s okay Ms. Tarp, don’t feel ashamed, it’s okay.”At sister Ann’s words something strange began to happen. Jenna felt atingling sensation cover her with goose bumps. She closed her eyes andtried to forget what was happening. She wanted this whole ordeal overwith. Still paralyzed by what she had done, she couldn’t understand why herbreathing became shallower. sister’s hands warmed her buttocks and theconstant massaging was suddenly relaxing. Something was happening to herthat she couldn’t explain. Waves of emotion were being pushed up fromthrough her stomach and into her throat. She was beginning to feelweak. Was this right? Was it okay for her to be hugging a nun? Of course itwas okay, she told herself. sister Ann was just comforting her, right?sister Ann squeezed the woman’s cheeks, lifting and separating them. Shecould tell by the girls change in breathing that she was starting to enjoyher manipulations. She really wanted to taste the girls sex, but thiswasn’t the time. She continued to circle Jenna’s ass in a “wax on, waxoff,” fashion. She could see that Jenna was distraught, but succumbing toher touch. She had her right where she wanted her. She’d bring her closerto orgasm before she’d stop and then she’d smack her ass and bring herquickly back to reality.Minutes later, Jenna was gasping for air, or so it seemed, as her body heatrose inexplicably. Her mind was reeling. She didn’t understand any ofit. She must be sick for letting these innocent touches by a nun arouseher. But, she couldn’t help it they felt so good. She relaxed her legs abit and spread her feet a little. Secretly she hoped sister would push afinger into her anus.Suddenly she felt an electric shock bolt through the center of her body,forcing her to jump and squeal and cover herself. She looked around theroom, gathering her thoughts and taking in her circumstances.”Ms. Tarp!” exclaimed sister Ann with a smack on her ass, “What are youdoing?! Get dressed right now, you have a class to teach.” She knew thatshe had established an early base of control over the young woman and wouldhave lots of opportunity to expand upon the situation.Jenna was shocked at her own behavior. How could she have allowed herselfto become aroused by the touch of a nun? She must be sick. Suddenly sherealized she was still naked and standing in front of her new employer. Shegrabbed her blouse and picked up her skirt and turned around and quicklytried to get dressed. What had she done? How could she have been standingthere like that? What was she thinking?As she buttoned the last button on her blouse and tucked it in, she feltlike crying again. She straightened her skirt and wondered what this allmeant. “sister Ann…please forgive me…I’m sorry for…for whatever Idid,” she said in a sheepish shaky tone.”We’ll let bygones be bygones, Ms. Tarp, so long as you follow all therules and conduct yourself in a proper manner everything will be fine,”sister Ann reassured her. “Now you have a class to teach.” sister Ann had adevilish plan to add to Jenna’s humiliation and self-consciousness so sheasked, “What’s that smell?””Uh, what smell?” asked a shaky Jenna, still somewhat aroused, buthumiliated beyond belief.”It smells like…like…” sister Ann started as she acted like she wastrying to figure out the odor by sniffing the air, “…fish.”Jenna almost passed out. She felt tunnel vision as her heart sank. Was thather? Was that her recent unexplained arousal that sister Ann smelled? Shefelt like crawling into a hole. How much more humiliation would she have toendure? She had already violated school policy by wearing undergarments andthen humiliated herself by stripping in front of her new boss and allowingherself to feel arousal and now she smelled like sex on top of all that!?Jenna wanted to quit. She didn’t know what to say or what to do. Herparents always taught her to come clean and admit what you did and takeresponsibility. She knew she’d have to admit that she had somehow becomesexually aroused when she had removed her undergarments but that the wholething was a big mistake. She felt her breath being sucked away as shebegan, “uh, sister Ann, I, uh, don’t know what happened,” she stammered.”You don’t know how what happened, Ms. Tarp?” pushed sister Ann sensing herhumiliation.”I, uh, I don’t know how…but I somehow became aroused when…when I tookmy clothes off. Oh gawd, please forgive me for I have sinned!” Jennafinally blurted out. Feverishly she tried to explain what happened, “Ididn’t mean to break the rules and when you told me to give you myundergarments, I thought you meant right then and when I took my clothesoff…I don’t know what happened. I just became aroused and I almost hadan…and I don’t know, I don’t know!” Jenna sobbed as she covered her facewith her hands.”Now, now girl. It’s okay,” sister Ann said as she consoled the distraughtyoung woman. “If I told you how many young girls have become aroused whenthey stand in front of me, you wouldn’t believe it. I think it’s therobes,” she chuckled. “You’re fine,” she said aloud while thinking, “oh sofine…”Jenna gathered herself together tried to settle into her new classroom. Shehad an hour before her first class and she had to hurry. She was stillfeeling the effects of an unsatisfying orgasmic experience and tried toforget the whole thing.She finished moving in and took a break to reflect on her future. Shestared out the window of her classroom onto the grassy portion of thevacant playground. The late summer day was beautiful, warm and sunny. Shestarted to relax a bit as the morning sun warmed her. She closed her eyesand inhaled deeply through her nose. She was determined to make the best ofthe day.The first bell rang and she jumped a little. Her heart beat faster as sheknew students would begin pouring into her classroom for their firstperiod. Right on queue, the door opened and young girls began to filein. Dressed in their traditional school uniforms with white blouses andplaid skirts down past their knees and white socks, Jenna immediatelybecame aware of the fact that her skirt was much shorter than theclass’. Made from the same material, they looked alike in color and pleatedstyle, but her skirt was above mid-thigh. She remembered too, that shewasn’t wearing panties! She caught several admiring glances of girls asthey passed by her. She felt like they were checking her out! She couldfeel their eyes roaming her body and she suddenly felt veryuncomfortable. She tried to cover herself in an inconspicuous mAnnr andlooked down at herself to see what they could possibly be looking at. Jennasmiled a nervous smile and turned to catch her reflection in window to seeif there was something wrong with her appearance that would rate thoselooks.Jenna gasped when she saw her reflection. She hadn’t noticed the sheernessof the blouse before because she had been wearing a bra, but now, withoutone on you could clearly see her large, dark aureoles surrounding her stillsensitized nipples. She tried to place her arm across her chest and remaininconspicuous, but she knew that sooner or later she’d have to use herhands! Nervously one hand pushed her blonde hair behind an ear while sheheld the other limply in front of her.”Good morning girls. Please take your seats. My name is Jenna Tarp and I’llbe your home room teacher for this year.” Jenna began. She proceeded totell the class about herself and then asked them to do the same. She sat onher desk or should she say “table” as she listened to the girls introducethemselves one-by-one and row-by-row.When the introductions got to the first girl in the third row, the cutep*****n Trisha stood up and began, “I’m Trisha and I run this school.”A couple girls began to chuckle nervously, but stopped when Trisha’s headsnapped around to locate the offender. Staring straight into Jenna’s eye’sshe hissed, “You do what I say and everything will be fine. Me and my girlshave certain demands and if you provide them to us, we’ll let you keep yourjob.””I beg your pardon?” questioned a shocked and miffed Jenna. How dare shecome into MY classroom and make demands on me. “Sit down young lady andnever speak to me like that again, do your hear me?””Yeah, sure,” replied a sitting Trisha in a sarcastic song. “We’ll see…”she muttered under her breath.”What did you say?” asked Jenna, now really annoyed.”Nothing. I didn’t say nothing,” responded Trisha using a ‘tough guy’voice.”Anything…you didn’t say anything,” corrected Jenna.”I know. That’s what I said,” replied Trisha to the laughter of the class.Jenna, now clearly angry and a little humiliated, leaned forward towardsthe girl to say something else to her. When she did, she didn’t realize herlegs were forced open just enough to allow the girls with the right angleto see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “You’d better watch your mouthyoung lady,” Jenna said in a stern tone trying to recapture control of herclass.”I’m sorry,” Trisha began in a sarcastic tone once again, “my mouth tendsto get me in places I’m not always welcome.”The cryptic statement confused Jenna but she decided it was better to moveon to the next girl rather than debate with this one. She leaned back onthe table but forgot to close her legs. She was still fuming about Trishaand forgot where she was for a minute. She kept focusing on Trisha andwanted to scold her again, but tried to listen to the rest of theintroductions. She didn’t notice several girls sitting directly in front ofher exchanging glances and making gestures with their eyes towardher. Jenna hadn’t really noticed that her skirt had been pushed up on herwaist when she leaned forward to talk to Trisha, so now the hemline wasjust barely covering her pussy. Even with her legs closed you could haveseen her blonde bush, but with her legs spread slightly, it was clearlyvisible.As the last girl gave her introduction, Jenna scooted off the front edge ofthe table to a loud “squeak”. He bare ass had begun to sweat as a result ofthe heated discussion with Trisha and her sticky skin screeched as she slidforward. Jenna felt a little embarrassed when a few of the girls giggled atthe sound as though they knew why it happened.Jenna brushed downward at her pleated skirt on all sides as she gatheredherself to begin the day. She still didn’t realize that the skirt wasriding very high on her hips and that the hemline was just below hervagina. The slightest leaning forward would enable the class to see hernaked ass and she didn’t even know it.Throughout the period, Jenna couldn’t figure out why the girls seemed soclumsy always dropping things on the ground as she moved up and down theaisles while teaching. She must have picked up a dozen pencils and erasers.After Jenna’s second period she had a break, which was followed bylunch. She leaned back in her chair at her desk in her, now empty,classroom and assessed how her first day had begun. She closed her eyes andtried to relax. She nodded off quietly for a few moments before jarringherself awake when her snapped backward. “Phew,” she said aloud, “I feltI’ve been asleep for hours.” She got up decided to go find the gym officeto prepare for her next class. She grabbed some papers and left.Walking down the deserted hallway, barely audible sounds came from therooms with classes. Jenna thought to herself that the walls of this oldbuilding must be thick and well insulated. Her sharp heels clicked loudlyas she turned the corner to another hallway that headed toward thegymnasium. She stopped to get a drink of water and when she turned around,was startled by Trisha and two friends standing behind her with scowls ontheir faces. “Why aren’t you girls in class?” Jenna asked attempting toestablish who was in control here.”We came out to find you, bitch,” Trisha said in a hateful tone as shepushed Jenna in the chest with both hands knocking her back against thewall.Jenna for the first time since she was k** and had gotten beaten up by theneighbor k**, felt afraid. She pressed her hands against the wall andgrimaced when Trisha raised her hand as if to strike her.Why was she so afraid? These were little k**s for crying out loud and shewas the teacher. Granted they were all tall for their age and able to lookdown at her, but they were still k**s. She tried to fight the fear andmuster the courage to speak out against the abuse. She grit her teeth,clenched her fists and pushed off the wall. “You girls get back to classright now, do you hear me?!” Jenna crackled. She knew that didn’t sound allthat convincing and she wished she could do it over again, but it was toolate.Trisha knew she had to exert her control over the new teacher right away orsuffer with her consequences all year. No way was she going to let thathappen, not this year. This was HER school, she owned it and controlled itand she would be damned to let some new teacher come in here and ruinthings for her. With her two friends Barb and Bic along for support, sheknew it was now or never. Once again with both hands she pushed the youngteacher hard against the wall. Jenna slammed against the cold tile wallwith a thud that took her breath away. She almost saw stars she hit sohard. A streak of real fear shot up her spine as she pressed against thecool tiles and raised her hands to protect her face.”Please stop pushing me! W-what do you want?” she pleaded. Oh no, shethought, she actually begged these young hoodlums. Her head turned, shepeered at them through squinted eyes. Jenna became more fearful the morethey pressed in toward her. They were standing so close she could feeltheir breath.The cold tile wall brought out an unusual reaction in her body that caughther quite off guard. She felt her nipples become hard and press against thethin cotton blouse. Jenna hoped they wouldn’t notice.Trisha grabbed her wrists and forced her hands down at her sides. “Keepyour hands down, bitch,” she growled.Jenna’s heart was pounding. She couldn’t understand how this could behappening to her, right here in the hallway. Jenna begged again,”P-please…don’t hurt me…I’ll do whatever you want, just please…don’thurt me.” Where was everyone anyway? Why weren’t there other teachers orjanitors to help? She could barely breath. Her fear was crushing her. Thesegirls were very angry and very strong. Whatever they wanted she felt shehad to give them or suffer some horrible fate. Jenna flinched again whenTrisha reached up toward her face. She felt Trisha grab her shoulders andpush down hard.”Get on your knees, bitch,” Trisha hissed.Jenna reluctantly relaxed her knees and slid her back along the wall. Sheclosed her eyes, fearing what was in store for her. She felt her skirtcatch on the tiles and stick, which caused it stay up as her ass wentdown. Now her panty-less bottom was exposed to add to her humiliation. Herknees came to rest on the cold linoleum floor in front of Trisha who wasnow looking down at her. Trisha continued to push down on her shouldersuntil Jenna sat on her haunches and placed her hands on the floor to keepfrom falling. Jenna was scared. She’d never been in such a submissiveposition before, ever. She feared the worst. She wondered what they wanted,but didn’t dare ask. She felt stupid for allowing it to go this far but nowthat it had, what was she to do? She couldn’t even fight back from thisposition.Jenna grimaced when Trisha grabbed her chin and forcibly jerked her faceskyward.Squeezing hard on Jenna’s chin, Trisha insisted, “You’re gonna do what Itell you. Understand teach?”Jenna was truly afraid. She felt her heart pounding so hard she felt likeher breasts were thumping. Her bare ass resting on her calves was aconstant reminder that she was panty-less and that really bothered her. Shedidn’t want to bring that fact to light, not now anyway.”I asked if you understood, teach!” Trisha said with a jerk on Jenna’schin.”Y-yes, I…I understand,” whimpered Jenna. She watched as Trisha releasedher iron grip on her chin and reach under her skirt. Jenna gasp as Trishalowered her panties to her knees, then to her ankles and then step out ofthem. Oh no, she thought, this can’t be happening. Surely she won’t makeme…do that, will she?”Grab my skirt girls,” Trisha told her two cohorts. Both girls grabbedTrisha’s skirt and pulled it up exposing her barely hairy pussy. Trishagrabbed Jenna’s blonde hair on the back of her head and slowly pulled herface toward her pussy. She pushed her hips forward until she could feel herteachers’ nervous breath being puffed on her pubic hair through hernose. “Kiss me.”Jenna squeezed her lips tightly together and closed her eyes. She couldsmell the pungent aroma of the young girl’s sex and was surprised shewasn’t repelled by it. She tried to resist the girls’ grasp on her head butknew it was futile. She could feel the girls’ soft pubic hair tickling hernose and she knew she very close. Trisha had only asked her to kiss her. Itcould have been a lot worse she reasoned. She opened her eyes and looked upat her tormentor when she heard her whisper, “kiss me” only this time in asoft, sexy voice.For some strange reason something strange took place just then. Jenna felther resistances diminish and her body start to relax. At the same time, shefelt Trisha’s grip lessen. As she sat on her haunches in the hallway of hernew school, her face so close to a young teen’s pussy that she could feelher own breath on it, she sensed something different.Jenna looked up at her tormentor as she quietly mouthed the words again,”kiss me.” Jenna didn’t feel threatened anymore. She felt this was an easything to do and then it’d be over. She closed her eyes, puckered her lipsand gently kissed the young teen’s pussy.”There now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” asked a satisfied Trisha.Jenna felt a strange sensation race through her body as her lips touchedthe young girl’s sex. What was happening to her? She felt her nipplespressing hard against her blouse and the cool air in the hallway breezedacross her moistening slit. How could that be? This was a disgustingact…wasn’t it? She was just forced to kiss a teenagers pussy in thehallway of her new school. And yet, she felt strangely aroused by theincident.Jenna felt Trisha caress her face and lift her chin up again. “You didn’tanswer me, teach. I asked if that wasn’t so bad,” Trisha pressed. “Now,tell me it wasn’t that bad, okay?”Jenna couldn’t believe what she was about to say. She was going to tellthis young teen girl that kissing her pussy wasn’t bad. Was this real? Wasshe actually doing this or was this some sort of bad dream? Even if it wasa dream, she felt an overwhelming urge to tell this girl that she didn’tmind kissing her pussy. “No, it wasn’t that bad,” Jenna heard herself sayin a dry mouthed voice.There, she had done it. Now it’s over.”Give me your tongue, teacher. Teach me. Teach me what women do to women,”Trisha encouraged as her friends watched and listened.Bic and Barb could hardly believe what they were witnessing. Trisha hadjust made a teacher kiss her pussy in the hallway at school.Jenna heard the words and she couldn’t believe she was hearing them. Therewas no way she’d eat this young girl’s pussy in the hallway at school. Noway, she drew the line when she kissed her. That was enough. Jenna shookher head ‘no’.”What? Did you say ‘no’ to me?” Trisha asked in a soft voice petting theside of Jenna’s face with the back of her hand.Jenna looked away.”Girls,” Trisha said.Bic grabbed the back of Jenna’s hair and yanked down hard causing Jenna togroan loudly and wince. Bic pulled down so hard and so far that Jenna’smouth couldn’t close.Quickly, Trisha mounted the open orifice jamming her pussy down on Jenna’smouth. “Lick me bitch. Lick me now!” she screamed, her voice echoing downthe empty corridor.Jenna was shocked at the sound and even more shocked that this young girlwas grinding her pussy on her mouth. Jenna could only gasp air through hernose. She couldn’t even get this girl off with her hands since she wassupporting herself with them on the floor. The hard grinding continued andJenna feared someone may hear Trisha yelling and come to investigate. Thiswas not what she wanted anyone to see.”Lick me, now, bitch or I swear I’ll scream it at the top of lungs. Andwhen people come to check it out, I’ll scream ****!” Trisha threatened inscratchy voice. “Now lick me, bitch!”Jenna felt she had no choice. Trisha was right. If she were to get caughtwith her face buried in a young girls pussy, whom would they believe? Shehad to do it or risk getting caught.Jenna pushed her tongue out and for the first time in her life tasted thejuices of a female. She pressed her tongue inside the tight opening andfelt the warmth contained inside. Surprisingly, the taste wasn’t repulsivelike she expected. The wetness was beginning to coat both sides of hermouth and ooze down her chin. Drooling was not something she was used todoing so she did what came naturally and began to suck in the growingmoisture. Before Jenna knew it, she was sucking and fucking the young girlsvagina with her tongue and mouth, right there in the hallway at school.Jenna just wanted the whole thing to end. She sensed Trisha’s growingexcitement and stepped up her efforts. The taste and smell of Trisha’spussy was becoming intoxicating and the shear dirtiness of the act she wasperforming had a sexually deviant arousal to it. She felt her own wetnessgrowing as the young teen’s grunts turned to pants and echoed throughoutthe hallway. Uncontrollably Jenna heard her self groan once as the grindingteen pushed down harder on the new teacher’s face. Jenna struggled to keepher balance as her mind clouded with her building arousal.What was she doing? How could this be happening? How could she actually befeeling arousal doing such a despicable act to a young teen? She was underage for God’s sake! Yet with all the things wrong with it, she still keptreverting back to the taste, smell and sound of an aroused youth. Hersenses were going mad. Her mind was saying ‘no’, but her being wasscreaming ‘yes’. Jenna drove her tongue deeper into the youth, elicitingeven louder groans and pants.Trisha was really humping the teacher’s face, now. She ground and pumped onher mouth as she felt her drive her tongue inside. She was fast approachingorgasm and wanted to spew cum all over her teacher’s face. She wanted toshow this older bitch that she was really in charge. She grit her teeth asshe ground harder and faster on the open cavity. She felt her teachers’nose and tongue swipe by her clit as she pumped and ground. She reacheddown and grabbed her teachers’ ears and hair and forcibly pulled her facedeeper into her soaking slit. She violently humped her face as she reachedorgasm. With a deep guttural, “Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h,” Trisha bellowed inorgasm.Jenna sucked hard as she felt gushes of warm juice spit repeatedly from theyoung girl’s loin. Her chin, cheeks and face were being coated with girlcum and there was nothing she could do about it. Her ears ached from beingpulled upward and her face throbbed as the violent rubbing began tosubside. Jenna felt Trisha’s grip relax as her orgasm diminished. Shecouldn’t believe that she had just brought a young teen to orgasm in thehallway of the school on her FIRST day! How did this happen? Trishadismounted her and Jenna started to wipe her mouth when she felt a violenttug on her blouse.”Stand up, bitch,” Trisha growled as she yanked up on the teacher’sblouse. When Jenna stood, Trisha pushed her against the wall again and heldher there with her fist clenching her blouse. Trisha leaned forward anddrove her tongue into the teachers’ mouth and swiped it around. She purred,”ooh, I taste good, don’t I teach? Don’t I?!” she said with a jerk on herblouse.”Y-yes,” whimpered an ashamed and humiliated Jenna.”Don’t wash your face for the rest of the day, understand, bitch?”commanded Trisha. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine and I’ve markedyou as my territory.”Jenna felt her heart sink. How humiliating. She was going to have teachclass for the rest of the day, red-faced from having Trisha’s pussy rubbedacross it and coated with dried sticky girl cum. She knew people wouldsurely be able to see the encrustation once it dried and most likely wouldask about it. What would she say it was?Just then the bell rang, ending the period. The three girls adjustedJenna’s clothes in a seemingly helpful manner.”We’ll see you tomorrow teach,” said Trisha “and don’t forget what I toldyou.”Jenna quickly tucked in her blouse as the hallway quickly filled withstudents pouring from their classrooms. Most walked by without giving her asecond look, while a few others gave her disgusted looks. She wondered ifthey could smell Trisha on her face. Certainly her cum still glistened. Shecould feel it’s moisture on her cheeks. She tried to look away fromstudents as she pressed her way through the crowded hallway. She couldstill feel her own moisture lubricating her thighs as she leaned into thecrowd.Her clouded mind still couldn’t take in all the horrible events that hadhappened to her today and it wasn’t even noon, yet. She barely noticed theoccasional hand that rode under her skirt and brushed her buttocks andhips. The crowded hallway amassed warm bodies and she was at their mercy asshe made her way to the sanctity of her office in the gym.Jenna curled up in the office chair and wept as she thought about what hadjust happened. She was forced to lick the vagina of a minor girl in thehallway! “My gawd, what was this place?” she sniveled to herself. How didshe ever let that happen? She was an adult and the girl was 13. “But it wasscary,” she told herself, “there were three of them…and they wereangry…and big.” Her mouth and face still ached from the ‘incident’, shestill couldn’t call for what it was…****. Just the thought of it sentshivers up her spine. She didn’t want that to ever happen again. Her hairwas a mess and she looked disheveled. Even though the abusive teen had toldher not to wash her face, she made up her mind to do so anyway. She felt sodirty and violated that she just wanted to wash the whole incidentaway. She decided to take a shower and clean herself.She looked around the office for a towel and found a clean one in a cabinetnext to the office door. She took the towel and held it close to her chestas she looked around the locker room to make sure no one else wasthere. She still felt really jumpy. She wondered why the teachers didn’thave their own shower. She felt a little uncomfortable being forced to usethe girl’s shower room, but she needed to get clean. She pulled off herblouse, dropped her skirt and stepped out of her shoes before prancingacross the room to the shower stalls.It was a pretty long way from the office to the shower stalls and Jenna’sfeet were cold by the time she stepped into the small room with sixshowerheads, three on each side. She stood under the middle one and turnedthe water on. She squealed as the ice cold water cascaded down her chestand she jumped out its path. She held her hand under the water until itbecame hot, when she stepped under its flow.The water warmed her body and she felt it’s instant relaxing effect. Shedipped her face under the streaming liquid and washed her face with bothhands. She wet her hair and just stood there and enjoyed the encapsulationof it’s warmth.Jenna slowly ran her hands along her body, massaging her sore skin andwashing away the effects of her earlier transgressions. She tried not todwell on them, but the memory was still too ripe. She still feltafraid. She questioned herself again and again on how it all happened. Shemust have a played a role in it somehow. Things like that just don’t’happen’ she reasoned. What was it that she did to bring it on? Why didthose girls choose her to act out on?Jenna stayed under the water for several minutes, just thinking. She stillfelt the fear. Her tormentors had scared her for life, she was sure ofit. She shut off the water and looked for her towel. “Oh damn,” she said toherself. She’d left it in the office. She covered her breasts with her armand her vagina with her other hand and peered around the corner past thelockers and into the office. The coast was clear so she scooted along thetiled floor being careful not to slip.Just then the locker room door opened and chatting, giggling girls streamedin. Jenna froze midway between the office and the showers. Suddenly thecackling group of students went silent with a collective gasp and juststared. Both Jenna and the girls seemed frozen in time for what seemed aneternity. Both stood wide-eyed and statue-like. No one knew what to do.Jenna felt as though she’d just been caught in one of those weird dreamswhere she was naked at school, only this was real. She felt like passingout as she stood meagerly covering herself.The girls didn’t know what to do either. Most were shocked, either by theirdisbelief or their fortune.Finally after what seemed like forever, Jenna broke for the glass-enclosedoffice. Her breasts bounced wildly as she tried in vain to cover them.The girls nudged each other, giggled and pointed as they watched their newteacher bound across the floor for the office. All eyes were glued toblonde beauty as she bounced into the office and desperately tried to findthe towel. They laughed aloud at her frantic search for a towel, eventhough they could all clearly see it on the cabinet.Jenna had abandoned trying to cover herself as she searched for thetowel. Her nakedness was there for everyone to see, but she didn’tcare. Finally she saw the towel and grabbed it to cover herself. She heldthe small bath towel in front of her, as it didn’t even wrap around her andgasp her first gulp of air. Her heart was pounding furiously and she feltflushed. Her freshly cleaned body now had light coat of sweat covering it.Jenna had to think quick. Her mind was racing, but no real thoughts weregoing through. What should she do? Should she ignore what happened and actlike it didn’t happen? Should she try and explain herself? Should she yellat them?Jenna glanced up from looking at the floor to see the girls had crowdedaround the corner office windows and were looking at her like an a****l inthe zoo. She stood motionless in front of them and tried to think of whatto do. All she could think of was getting dressed and quick. She was sohumiliated and embarrassed it clouded her judgment. She’d never seen any ofher teachers naked while she was in school, not even in gym class. Theirsmiling faces with excited looks on them surrounded her. Two glass wallslined with girls eagerly peering in watching her every move caused hergreat distress. How could she possibly get dressed when they were watchingher like that? No matter which way she turned, someone would be able to see’something’.Jenna’s heart sank as she felt the blood sink to her feet. She stood facingthe class full of young teens, only frontally covered in a skimpytowel. All she could think of was that she had to get dressed and shegrabbed her blouse. With one hand holding the towel to her chest, she triedto slip her arm into the sleeve. The water beads that still clung to herarm made the blouse stick halfway on her arm. She couldn’t believe it, whatelse could go wrong? She raised her arm skyward and tried to shake theblouse down using gravity, but it just stayed there. She sensed the crowdgetting antsy as faces exchanged excited looks of anticipation. She wantedto panic and run, but there was nowhere to run. She was trapped like a ratin a cage and her mind was clouded by her predicament. She was focused ongetting dressed and that was it. It never crossed her mind that she couldjust tell the girls to go their lockers and get ready. Instead she chose torisk getting dressed in front of them. It was as if she was telling themthat it was okay if they watched her. By not telling them to leave, shegave them permission.With one arm still in the air and the other holding the towel tightly toher chest, she tried to grab the hanging blouse with her fingers and pullit down her clammy arm. With one final surge she stretched her fingers andtried to pinch the material between two fingers, when her towel fell to theground. Jenna froze. She stared straight ahead at the crowd of girlswondering, hoping, praying that by some miracle, they hadn’t seen.Much to her chagrin, all the girls were staring back at her wide-eyed andopen mouthed. Jenna’s stomach turned flip-flops. She didn’t know what to dofor an instant so she just stood there and let the girls take in all hernakedness. Her large, firm breasts protruded sharply and her soft blondepubic hair that lightly covered he mound were there for all to see. Theshear humiliation paralyzed her.Finally she ripped the material down her arm and frantically attempted topull it around her moist back. Once again the material clung to her dampskin and prolonged her efforts to cover herself. Her large breasts rockedside-to-side as she shook the blouse loose and pushed her arm in the othersleeve.Jenna was gasping for air in disbelief of her difficulties, of all times tostruggle getting dressed, why now? She felt the eyes of the students roamher naked body. She could almost feel them like tiny hands touchingher…probing her. She repeatedly glanced up at the faces glaring in at heras she fumbled with the buttons.She grabbed her skirt off the floor, stepped into it and yanked it upwardripping the zipper apart. “Oh no,” she gasp, “what now?” She hooked theclasp and tried to make the zipper work but to no avail.Finally clothed her mind started to function again. She was in gym classand she was the teacher. She needed to get these girls working. “My gawd,”she realized, “why didn’t I do that in the first place?” She felt like anidiot. Not only had the girls coming into the locker room seen her comingout of the shower, but she LET them watch her get dressed. Why did she dothat? That was a dumb decision. Her mind raced again listing theconsequences of her actions. She almost felt paralyzed again.Desperately, Jenna gathered her thoughts and gained her composure. Shestepped out of the office to confront the girls.”Nice show,” one girl said.”Lookin’ good,” another sang and others giggled and eyed the rumpledbeauty. Her blouse, spotted with moisture from her shower and sweating,clung to her skin and changed from white to flesh color. Her breasts werebecoming clearer and clearer as the cloth absorbed the dampness.Jenna wasn’t sure what to say and was unaware that her blouse had become a’wet-T-shirt’. Nor did she know that her nipples were rock hard and thatthe cool air had caused the change. She stood in the middle of the smallclass and told the girls to get ready for gym class, as she continued totry and straighten her own clothes out. When she began to tuck her blouseinto her skirt the additional pressure on the clasp was too much. It, too,broke and the skirt fell freely to the floor.Jenna gasp and covered her mouth with her hands. She stood motionless for amoment as she assessed the situation. She saw all the girls eyes drop fromher breasts to her crotch. She turned around slowly, verifying that all thegirls were looking at her ‘down there’. They were. She felt shearhumiliation that she was naked from the waist down – again.She snapped back to reality and covered herself with both hands, one infront, one in back and kicked her skirt back into the office. Why that madea difference she didn’t know, but she did it anyway. She couldn’t believewhat she had done. She had LET these young girls see her naked and thenwatch her get dressed. She never scolded them or told them to go abouttheir business, which meant she said it was ‘okay’ for them to see hernaked. What had she done? Would she ever get the respect of the class? Howshould she handle it? Should she tell them to forget what they saw? Wouldthey?She bent over and picked up her skirt, momentarily forgetting that she wasstill in full view of the girls watching her outside the office windows andallowing some of them to see her bare ass and pussy at once. As she stood,the murmurings outside reminded her of where she was and she coveredherself with her skirt. She pointed to the gym and yelled for the girls togo outside and wait for her there.Reluctantly the girls went into the gym.Jenna sat down and fixed the zipper and clasp on her skirt. She alsothought about what to do. Since it was her first day at her new school andshe’d already made a fool of herself with the head mistress AND beenassaulted by three students, she decided she couldn’t risk another failureor she’d be fired for sure. She walked out to confront the girls and foundthem all sitting quietly in the bleachers.”Girls,” Jenna began, “First off, my name is Ms. Tarp. We have a littleproblem and I need your input. How do you think we should handle what justhappened in the locker room?”The room was silent as the girls tossed knowing glances at eachother. Finally after a few seconds one girl raised her hand tentatively.”Yes,” said Jenna almost afraid of what she might suggest.”Well,” she began, “the way most of see it is it’s YOUR problem, notours. We didn’t do anything wrong, you did.”Jenna felt flushed at hearing the girl’s words. She was right. It was HERproblem and she WAS the one who did something wrong. At that moment Jennathought she’d opened a Pandora’s box. She needed to find a way out andfast.Before Jenna could say anything, the girl continued, “You’re the one whowas naked in front of US. You’re the one who used OUR showers instead ofyour OWN. You’re the one who paraded around in the nude and kept droppingyou’re clothes on the floor and bending over and stuff.”The girl’s words cut Jenna like a knife. Everything the girl said was true,at least in their perception. She felt herself getting light-headedagain. Her ears were pounding as her pulse quickened. She wanted to saysomething to stop the girl, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.”My mom always tells me that ‘she’s the adult and I’m the c***d’,” the girlkept on, “and in this case, you’re the adult. So we all know that you’rethe one who’ll get in trouble, not us. In fact, you could probably go tojail for what you did in there, couldn’t you?” she asked slyly.”Jail!” Jenna screamed in her mind. “My gawd, she’s absolutely right!” Nowvisibly shaken, Jenna tried to back pedal. “uh…well, I-I don’t think Icould go to…to jail for that,” she stammered.”Well we do, don’t we girls?” the girl asserted to the nodding and muffled’yes’s’.Jenna was now totally off guard. She needed a way out and fast.”Are you willing to risk going to prison, Ms. Tarp?” the girl pointedlyasked.”Prison!” Jenna shrieked in her mind, “Now it’s prison.” Somehow ‘prison’sounded worse than ‘jail’.”Well, are you?!” the girl pressed.Jenna was sure the answer was ‘no’, but she still felt uneasy about givingup what little control she had over these young teenage girls as it was. Ifshe admitted that she didn’t want to risk prison, what would that lead to?She could see all the girls hanging intently on her answer and the roomfell silent as they waited.”If you’re not willing to respond, I guess we just tell the head mistressand let her decide what to do,” the girl finally said.At this Jenna felt a shiver run up her spine. She couldn’t’ afford for thehead mistress to find out what happened, so she pleaded, “Oh, no, PLEASEdon’t tell the head mistress. I can’t afford that. Please don’t tell. I’lldo whatever, but please don’t tell!” Jenna sheepishly responded lookingdown at the floor. Jenna, once again, felt naked even though shewasn’t. She felt like she’d been stripped of everything, her dignity, hercontrol, her very essence. She hated to beg these little girls, but whatchoice did she have? She could lose everything if they told and maybe evengo to prison!”Okay then. Let’s come to an agreement. You do what we want and we won’ttell. Agreed?” offered the girl.Jenna figured the girls would want to fool around during class and not doany real ‘gym class’ stuff or maybe even want good grades out of it,neither of which compared to the other option, so she agreed.The girls huddled together and whispered amongst themselves. Jenna tried tolisten in, but they kept very quiet and several girls checked over theirshoulders to make sure she couldn’t hear. For several minutes the girlsconspired together before breaking up.The leader stepped forward again with her list of demands. “First off, wewant to play games during gym class, no exercising or junk like that.”Jenna let out a sigh of relief as she agreed to the first simple demand.”Second, we want to go outside and play whenever we want, so long as it’snice,” was the next demand.Jenna began to feel good about her decision to give up the control of theclass to the girls and agreed again.”We get to wear whatever we want and you have to wear to whatever we tellyou,” came the next demand.Jenna was puzzled by the cryptic nature of the request, but agreedanyway. At least she said ‘wear’ something, she reasoned.”And last, when we ask you to do something, you must do it without askingquestions or we’ll go straight to the head mistress and tell her what youdid today. Understood?” reprimanded the girl in a serious tone.Jenna shuddered at the thought, but figured the first several requests wereso benign that this last request was just as harmless. Strangely enough,she felt a twinge of arousal surge through her at those words, too. Shefelt her nipples spring to life and her pussy moisten a little. It wasweird. Why would she find that exciting, she wondered.Jenna found herself lost in her own fantasies for a moment as she picturedherself being asked to do erotic things like dance for them. She inhaled adeep sigh as her mind wandered.”Great,” yelled a girl, “let’s go play!” And they took off like wilda****ls running through the gymnasium yelling and screaming, throwing ballsand chasing each other.Jenna sat on the bleachers and watched as the girls played. Fifteen minutesbefore the class was scheduled to conclude, Jenna yelled for the girls tohit the showers. The girls obediently scampered into the locker room toshower and change. Jenna followed the last girl in. Once inside, she heardthe door close behind her and latch. She turned around and a girl hadlocked the door.”Okay,” the head girl said, “shower for us.””W-what?” Jenna said nervously.”I said shower for us. And remember our agreement, no questions or wetell,” reminded the girl. “Now take off your clothes and shower for us.”Jenna felt a bead of sweat run down her back. Certainly these girlscouldn’t be serious. But judging by the serious look on her face and thatof the others in the room as they gathered around, Jenna couldn’t take thatchance. Her reluctance spawned a chant to begin.”Strip,” a few began.”Strip,” a few more chimed in a low murmur.”Strip,” said the class in unison.”Strip…strip…strip,” they chanted as Jenna began to unbutton herblouse.Jenna sensed a pulsating energy develop as the girls continued their evilchant and as her fingers opened the last button and pulled the garment freefrom her skirt. For a short moment she clutched the open blouse tightlytogether at her chest, when something strange happened. Jenna could feelthe energy and excitement building within the room and in each girl. Sheknew what they wanted and she somehow found herself strangely aroused byit.As the chant grew louder, it seemed the room was growing warmer. Her bodytemperature was climbing and she felt her loin filling with blood. Herbreathing increased, though in shorter breaths. She found herself almost’wanting’ to do this. She questioned why she was feeling like this. Why wasshe suddenly feeling the need to show her naked body to these young girls?Where was this strange urge coming from? Her palms were sweaty as her fistsheld the blouse tightly closed, but she felt her hands, almostuncontrollably separating slightly and re-grasping the blouse by thecenterline in each hand. Her thoughts were becoming s**ttered as the chantgrew in crescendo.Jenna knew what the girls wanted. And now, she felt she wanted ittoo. Without really thinking she ripped her hands apart opening the blouseand throwing it to the floor. She pushed her skirt off her hips withoutunfastening it and she stood before her young tormentors with her arms andlegs spread. Her ears pulsated with rhythmic pounding, which turned into arush of cheers.The girls cheered on their new teacher and Jenna headed to the shower.”Wait a minute Ms. Tarp,” the leader called, “we’re not finished with youyet.”Jenna shuddered when she heard those words. “What else could they want?”she questioned to herself. Almost afraid to ask, she queried, “What elsedo you want me to do?”Leaning toward the young teacher and speaking with an air of confidence theleader said, “I want you to kiss every one of our pussies.””W-what?” exclaimed a shocked Jenna. “I-I can’t.””You CAN’T? Or you WON’T?” sneered the young ringleader. “That’sfine. We’ll just go tell sister Ann what you were doing earlier today andagain right now.”Jenna suddenly realized the girl was right. Shocked by her request, she’dtotally forgotten that she was naked in front of them. Worse yet, sheWILLINGLY stripped for them! What had been an accident earlier was now ablatant crime. She was sure her latest offense was a criminal act. Her faceturned beet red as she took in the reality of the situation. She knew thegirl was right and she couldn’t afford to have them tell, but to do whatshe asked was equally bad. But what choice did she have? “Please, pleasedon’t make me do that,” she begged.”Fine, it’s your choice.” The girl stated flatly, knowing she had the youngteacher under her thumb.Jenna was desperate. She dropped to her knees on the cold tile floor of theshower room, clasped her hands together and pleaded with the young leader,”P-please don’t make me do that, PLEASE!” Jenna wanted to cry. She couldsee the disdain on the face of the young leader and she knew that she’dtell if she didn’t do what she asked. Jenna felt ill. She held her face inher hands as she knelt on the floor and cried.”Stop crying!” the girl ordered. “Are you going to do it or what?”Sobbing, Jenna knew she had no choice. Unwillingly she blubbered, “yes.”The girl was intent on maximizing her new teacher’s humiliation, so shepressed, “Yes, WHAT?”Jenna was horrified. She was going to have to say it out loud. She wasgoing to have to tell all these girls that she would kiss theirpussies. She stared at the floor, fighting back more tears and said, “yes,I’ll kiss your pussies.””Tell us you WANT to kiss our pussies,” the girl insisted, “look us in theeye and tell us you want to kiss our pussies.”Jenna was totally humiliated. She felt sick to her stomach. It was hardenough saying it the first time, but now…to ‘look at them and say it’?She felt tears roll down her cheeks as she sat on her haunches, naked,humiliated and embarrassed. Reluctantly she looked up, tried to focusthrough her tears as she looked at the circle of girls surrounding her andsniveled, “I-I want to kiss your pussies.””Good. Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” snickered the girl as she liftedher blue and green plaid skirt and pushed her panties to her knees. “Youcan start with me, Teacher. Kiss me, right here on my lips,” she said asshe rubbed her index finger on her clit and pushed her hips toward herteachers face.Jenna wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at the young girl archingher back. “Please, don’t make me do this,” Jenna asked again hoping thegirl would change her mind.The girl grabbed Jenna by the hair on the top of her head and pulled herface into her vagina, saying, “I said kiss me!”Jenna grunted, “ugh,” as her face pressed against the young girl’spussy. She could smell her sexual arousal when her lips smashed against thesoft vaginal lips.”Now kiss me!” the girl insisted.Jenna hesitated but then kissed the girls pussy.”No, I want you to French Kiss me,” the girl added.Jenna didn’t know what to do. Sitting naked on her haunches with her facebeing held against the pussy of a minor c***d with a whole class full ofgirls looking on, she knew she didn’t have a choice. Pressing her lipsfirmly against the girl’s young vagina, Jenna pushed her tongue between thesoft fleshy folds eliciting a soft moan from the girl.”O-o-o-w-w-w that felt great. Do it again,” the girl instructed.Before the girls request, Jenna had had just enough time to taste theflavor on her tongue as she retracted it from the young girl’ssex. Surprisingly enough, she wasn’t repulsed by it the way she thought shewould. Plus hearing the little girl’s reaction caused her hair tobristle. Jenna licked her lips to moisten them.At the directive of the young girl she placed her mouth over her small slitand sealed her wet lips over the girl’s tiny pussy and pushed her tongueinside again.The girl squealed with delight at the sensation of having her teacherstongue pushed inside her. She stepped back and pulled on her panties andgiddily told the others how great it felt.The other girls couldn’t wait to have Jenna do it to them, too. They pushedand shoved each other as they fought for position in line. One by one, theystepped in front of their teacher, lifted their skirts and pulled downtheir panties. They’d spread their feet and thrust their hips forward sothat she could have easier access.Jenna was ashamed at what she was doing, but with each new taste it goteasier. What did that mean? Was she a lesbian? Was she a c***d m*****er?She didn’t have answers to those questions; all she knew was that shesomehow had a change of heart. The taste of young pussy wasn’t repulsive atall, she told herself, and in fact it had an arousing effect on her.The twenty plus girls in line waited patiently for their turn. Heads hungoff both sides of the line, trying to get a better look and watch for thereaction of their classmates. Each girl either squealed or moaned when theyfelt their teachers tongue press inside. The anticipation grew with eachgirl and the room heated up.Jenna licked her lips between girls. She tasted their sweetness and inhaledtheir musky aroma. She noticed that as each new girl stepped up her pussywas already moist. She could glide her tongue easily through thepre-moistened flesh. Jenna found this highly arousing. She’d never reallytasted a girl’s pussy before today and now was able to taste a whole bunchof them, one after another. Jenna didn’t realize that after she drove hertongue into a girl’s pussy and the girl stepped away that they went to theback of the line.After only a few girls, Jenna was finding herself getting into it. Watchingthe girls lift their skirts and pull down their panties in front of her waspretty exciting. She didn’t know why she found that so exciting, but shedid. She liked discovering which girls were developed and whichweren’t. Some had pubic hair and fully developed lips, while others had nohair whatsoever.Halfway through the line Jenna was really into it. Her own sense of arousalwas driving her mad. The taste of young pussy on her tongue and the thickaroma of excited young girls hung heavy in the air. Pretty soon, she wasgrabbing the girls by the hips and pulling them forward onto herface. She’d push her tongue deeply into them and dart it in and out severaltimes soliciting deep moans. That really excited both Jenna and thegirls. She found herself opening her mouth wide as the next girl approachedand she would seal her lips around theirs and drive her tongue in as deeplyas possible while pulling on their hips. She’d twist her head side-to-sidein a passionate kiss as she flicked her tongue repeatedly. Secretly shewished she could bring one of them to orgasm to see what it tasted like,too.Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. A loud groanfilled the room, as the girls knew the fun was over for the day. Jenna felta sense of dissatisfaction as the girls pulled up their panties andleft. She said goodbye to the group as they filed out of the lockerroom. They were all smiles as they giddily skipped their way to their nextclass.Jenna needed a shower badly. Her face reeked of young pussy and she had toshake off the effects of what had just happened. As she stood under thewater and washed her face, she scolded herself for allowing that tohappen. The realization was beginning to settle in as the water washed awayher cloudiness. She began to repeat over and over what she had done. Shefelt her heart sink as she recollected the latest chain of events. She hadjust kissed the pussies of some 20 teenage girls! My God! She had justkissed the pussies of some 20 teenage girls!What was she thinking? What had gotten into to her to make it okay? And whydid she eventually feel aroused by the whole thing? Jenna didn’t know whatto think. Finally Jenna cleared the water from her eyes and remembered shewas alone. She turned off the water and peeked around the corner backtoward her office. The locker room was vacant and she was alone. She lookedfor her towel, but none was around. She stepped out of the shower and creptacross the floor back toward the office when suddenly, just as before, thedoor opened and her next class poured in.Jenna felt like this was bad deja’ vu. Same as before both froze and staredat each other with ‘deer in the headlights’ looks. Jenna recovered quicklythis time and tiptoed into the office, covering herself as best shecould. Once inside, she searched for the towel to cover herself. She lookedaround for her clothes, too and remembered she’d left them outside. Shepeered past the girls assembled at the windows but couldn’t see them. Shefigured they must have been kicked somewhere.This time she knew what to do and told the girls to get ready for gym classand hustled them off. While the girls were changing for class and curiouslychatting amongst themselves, Jenna searched for her clothes and thetowel. Where on earth did they go? She looked under benches, in corners, ontop of lockers, but they were nowhere to be found. Jenna was beginning tofeel nervous. She couldn’t have lost them, they were right there on thefloor. Maybe if she hadn’t been so eager to strip for her last class, she’dhave been a little more responsible with her clothes. Great, now what wasshe going to do? A few girls asked if she needed help finding something,but she didn’t dare tell them what she was looking for, so she declinedtheir help. She was feeling very frustrated and even more humiliated. Howcould she have been so stupid? What was she going to do? She had notclothes, no towel, no nothing to cover herself with. She was trapped in theoffice, naked.She sent the girls into the gym to begin playing kickball while shecontinued her search. Being the first day of school there wasn’t any lostand found yet. She had nothing to wear at all. She was beginning to panic.She caught her reflection in the glass window and realized that her handand arm didn’t even cover her large breasts as they poured out over bothsides of her arm. She felt a warm feeling rush through her as she felttrapped. Her mind was racing as she scrambled to formulate a plan. Nomatter how hard she tried, though, nothing made sense. How in the worldwould she ever be able to perform her job without clothes? How would sheever explain this to the head mistress? Would she be fired for herincompetence? What a horrible nightmare of a first day! What, oh what wasshe going to do?!Jenna heard the locker room door fly open with a loud thud. She lookedtoward the entrance and saw the female janitor walk in. She was a tall,large woman with a stocky build and dumpy appearance. There was no way forJenna to know that this woman had recently been released from a woman’sprison where she had spent time for a series of minor offenses that thejudge deemed “heading her down the wrong path.” The blue jean shirt wasunbuttoned at the top and the rolled up sleeves revealed her thick upperarms and exposed a tattoo on her right arm that read “Bitch”. Her chubbyhand stroked her short-cropped, dirty-blonde hair as she swaggered insidedragging a cleaning cart behind her. Jenna figured her for a smoker becauseof the way she coughed that nasty cough and the yellowing on her fingers.Jenna, still naked, was scared. She sank down in the office hoping to goundetected. She secretly watched the woman silently walk by heading towardsthe showers. Jenna felt some relief that she wasn’t going to come into theoffice, but knew she had to get out of there before she did.Jenna was disgusted by this woman, whom she thought may have been a lesbiandyke. She shivered at the thought of being touched by someone sogrotesque. Her mind drifted as she had visions of this woman squeezing herbreasts with those thick yellow fingers. She felt herself up.Suddenly Jenna was jolted back to reality when she heard, “Well, what havewe got here?” She looked up from her squatted position behind the desk tosee the janitor standing above her. Jenna tried to cover herself completelyby wrapping her arms around her knees and holding them tightly to herchest. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to be invisible like she did as ac***d. This couldn’t be happening she kept telling herself over and over. Amember of the staff had just discovered her naked in the gym office -during class – and it was by the awful janitor too.Try as she might to make it go away, the reality of what had just occurredslowly began to sink in. Jenna felt her breath sucked away with a deep gaspas she held her breath. What was she going to do? How would she explain herpredicament? What would she tell the janitor she was doing? Jenna’s mindraced a mile a minute, but the seconds seemed like hours as she desperatelycontemplated her fate.”Well, little missy, what are you doing down there?” came the gravelysmokers voice of the janitor from above her. “Why are you naked? Where areyour clothes?” demanded the voice. Jenna shivered with fear, afraid to evenlook up.Jenna grimaced when she felt her hair on the back of her head grabbed in atight-fisted clutch and pulled upward. The janitor was standing her up byher hair. Instinctively Jenna grabbed at the wide wrist with bothhands. She wanted to scream as she stood helplessly in front of the muchlarger woman, but fear and humiliation paralyzed her. Jenna barely came tothe janitor’s shoulder in height as she held her at arm’s length.Jenna, with her hands still holding onto the woman’s wrist attempting torelieve the pressure on her hair, didn’t realize that she was now standingnaked in full view of the prison dyke who’s eyes roamed the teachers firmbody. Jenna’s preoccupation with the pain on her scalp willingly allowedthe visual intrusion to continue unabated.Suddenly she realized that the janitor was smiling greedily as she staredat Jenna’s large, firm breasts protruding out in a “touch me” mannerbecause of her raised arms. Jenna started to drop her arms to cover herselfagain when the janitor jerked upward on her hair and firmly said, “Don’t”.Jenna didn’t know what to do. The woman was so large, soimposing. Reluctantly she kept her hands above her head and let this womanstare at her nakedness. Jenna nervously twitched under the taught grasp,twisting and turning side-to-side trying to escape the woman’s lewd glares.”My,” began the janitor, “you’re a beautiful young thing. Are those real?”she asked as she grabbed her right breast and squeezed it hard.Jenna squealed as the woman’s cold fingers squished her breast. She wantedto drop her hands and cover herself but she feared the woman might hurther.”Wow,” the janitor exhaled as she felt the firm mound crush under hergrip. She groped the breast repeatedly causing Jenna to squirmuncontrollably. She interpreted Jenna’s willingness to keep her hands onher head as a sign that she liked to be dominated and her squirming withoutprotesting, that she liked it rough. “You like this don’t you, you littleslut?” the woman groaned. She was feeling her wetness grow, just like ithad so often while in prison when she’d dominate a new cellmate.Before Jenna had a chance to respond she felt the woman’s mouth totallycover her own and the woman’s long, thick tongue forced it’s way into hermouth and circled around before exiting to a suckle on her lip. The smokysmell and taste of this woman totally grossed Jenna out, but somehow thefeeling of that large tongue invading her as it did, sent a rush throughher stomach that landed in her loin. She felt her pussy moisten and thatscared her. What was happening to her? Certainly that couldn’t be sexualarousal she had just felt. The whole idea was disgusting, but there was nodenying that she was wet. How could that be? She prayed the brutal janitorwouldn’t find out and misinterpret the moisture for excitement.The janitor pushed Jenna back against the office wall. The cold tilescaused her to shiver and her nipples to harden. Jenna felt them get stiffand fearfully watched as the janitor incorrectly figured she was startingto enjoy things.”P-please, don’t,” pleaded Jenna. “I don’t like it,” she tried to explain.”Yeah, right,” purred the janitor, “you like it all right,” she said as shepressed herself against Jenna’s tender frame. “You like it just fine.””N-no, I-I don’t,” Jenna whimpered.”Oh yes you do,” insisted the janitor as she once again leaned into Jennaand engulfed her mouth in her own and swabbed Jenna’s teeth, gums andtongue with her slithery probing dagger.Jenna again felt the familiar wetness enter her pussy and her lips begin toswell. “This can’t be happening,” she screamed in her mind. But it wastrue, the longer the janitor probed her orifice with her tongue the wettershe became. She was losing control of her emotions and she was becomingmore and more confused.”Oh you like it all right,” the janitor said as she let Jenna gasp someair.Jenna’s chest was heaving from the lack of oxygen as it was, but sheinhaled sharply when she felt the janitors’ middle finger push it’s wayinto her already moistened cunt. The thick digit entered and retractedrepeatedly as Jenna began to moan. She closed her eyes trying not to thinkabout what was happening. Her body tightened as the digital probe continuedrelentlessly.Without really realizing it, Jenna had begun to hold tightly onto thejanitors’ wrist still holding her hair. No longer did she intend to dropher arms. Instead, now she was just holding on as her sexual arousal beganto build unwillingly. For some reason she just couldn’t stop thearousal. The woman’s middle finger was as thick as any cock she’d seengrowing up and it’s constant, repeated penetration was causing her to feelwarmer and warmer. She gasped for air as the woman pressed harder againsther, squishing her against the wall while she continued her dexterousintrusion.Jenna’s mind was clouded by all kinds of thoughts. Her disbelief at whatwas happening was overpowered by the building arousal. When she felt thejanitor’s tongue force it’s way into her mouth again, she opened her mouthwidely and let her own tongue become entangled with the janitors. Bothwomen breathed heavily through their noses, nostrils flaring under thestrain.Jenna’s confusion was giving way to the impending orgasm that seemed onlymoments away. She felt her pussy juices coating the woman’s hand andallowing easy movement in and out of her firm thighs.The janitor’s finger was punching in and out of Jenna’s pussy withfervor. The husky janitor had never felt anything like it before and shewas going to make this young slut cum.Jenna willingly tilted her head back and sucked on the thick tongue as itdanced around her cavity. She felt her hips push forward onto the largefinger and she spread her legs slightly to make it easier. Jenna was pushedover the edge when she felt a second digit force it’s way into her tightpussy and she burst into orgasm with a guttural groan, muffled by thejanitors mouth, “M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!”Jenna collapsed after the release and the janitor guided her down onto thecold tile floor where she got on her hands and knees and licked all themoisture from Jenna’s abused pussy and thighs. The janitor lapped at thetight-bodied beauty like dog drinking water, slurping and tasting everypart of the u*********s slut.When Jenna came too a few minutes later, she grinned at the magnitude ofthe orgasm until she realized how it was manifested. She sat up quickly andlooked around for the janitor, who was gone. A large blue jean shirt wasd****d over the chair behind the desk and she hurriedly put it on to coverher nakedness. Just then the bell rang ending the period and she went tothe gym to hurry the girls out.She went back in the office and slumped into the office chair and tried torelax. Her day had finally ended and she was relieved. She couldn’t helpbut feel anxious knowing that this was only her first day. Tomorrow had tobe better, she kept telling herself.Jenna waited a long time after her first day of school before she left forhome. Dressed in only a large blue jean shirt she didn’t want to be seen byanyone running to her car and then having to explain what happened. Shegathered her things, checked the hallway and tiptoed quickly towards thedoor. Once outside she scampered for the safety of her car. She fumbledaround for the keys but they were nowhere to be found. She was locked outof 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 fallevening, even though she’d lived in the neighborhood all her life. Not tomention the fact that she wasn’t wearing shoes, underwear, a bra, pants,socks or anything like that. All she had was the stupid blue jeanshirt. Fortunately, it was long enough to cover her completely.As Jenna started her journey she had plenty of time to think. She recantedthe day’s events and her stomach became upset. All the things that couldhave possibly gone wrong did. She had inadvertently stripped in front ofthe head mistress, she was forced to perform oral sex on a 13 year old girlin the hallway of the school, she was under the control of an entire classat gym and she had been ****d by the janitor. The more she recounted whathad happened the more she tried to justify them. It was simply beyond hercomprehension 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 toprevent it next time. She stopped at cross walk where the street T’d into apark entrance. The sun had just set and it was getting dark veryquickly. She opted to cut through the park and save at least 10 minutes.She scampered across the street and entered the grassy, sparsely treedpark. The slow rolling landscapes angled uphill slightly. The cool dampgrass immediately soaked her bare feet and made them feel cold. She pickedup the pace a little when she felt like someone was following her. Herheart pumped faster as her fear increased. She clutched the shirt tightlyto 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 throughthe park. The bridge crossed a stream that ran through the picnic area anddivided the park into two distinct sections. As she approached thefootbridge, 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 thefootbridge and stopped. She turned around to see if she could see or hearanyone behind her. Her nervousness caused her blood pressure to increaseand her ears ring. She couldn’t hear anything else and it was almost toodark to see.She caught her breath and clutched the blue jean shirt tightly to her chestas she started up the footbridge. Midway across she saw two shadowy figureson the other side and she froze. The glow from a cigarette being inhaledcaught her attention. She thought about turning around but realized that itwould take her almost an hour to circumvent the park now, besides she wasgetting cold. She wondered who these people were in the park after dark andwhat they were doing there. Jenna figured they could be up to no good andonce again thought about turning around.When she heard the two people laughing, she realized that they were bothfemales. Jenna relaxed a bit and felt relieved they weren’t men. Whateverthey were doing in the park didn’t concern her, so she opted tocontinue. As she approached the two women, she realized they were studentsfrom St. Monica’s. She recognized the blue and green plaid skirts and whiteblouses. She let out a sigh of relief when she felt an immediate sense ofcamaraderie.”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 realizedit 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 twogirls who earlier in the day assisted their friend Trisha to **** her. Hermind 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 offto the picnic area, her feet barely touching the ground.”Please…girls…don’t…please…let me go,” Jenna pleaded with the pairas 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 huskyby any stretch, just younger and stronger. Jenna was filled with fear aboutwhere they were taking her and what they would do to her. She tried toresist but she couldn’t break away.When they got to the picnic area a single street lamp illuminated the areathat was filling with fog as dusk turned to night. Many of the picnicbenches sat in gravel rectangles. As the girls approached the first table,they pulled Jenna backward onto the tabletop. Bic kneeled on one bench andBarb on the other.Jenna squirmed and whimpered, “please don’t,””Hold still bitch,” Bic said as she used her free hand to try and unbuttonher shirt.”Please don’t!” Jenna pleaded trying to fend off the girl’s attempts tounbutton her shirt, her legs kicking and thrashing.Barb went in search of Jenna’s pussy. Her hand groped the panty-less crotchas 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 comprehendwhat just happened.Both girls seized the opportunity to tear Jenna’s shirt open, popping offall 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 shirtoff her back and then pushed her back down onto the tabletop. Jennascreeched as she saw her shirt tossed behind Bic and float softly to theground behind her. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her handsand 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 ropethat Bic grabbed and wrapped around Jenna’s wrist.Jenna was panicking now. The girls were overpowering her and had one wristtied. She feared what they might do and hated the thought of being tied upnaked on a picnic bench in the park at night. Her heart raced and her mindgot as foggy as the evening mist engulfing the park. She didn’t know whatto do. No matter how hard she struggled, the two were just toostrong. Before she knew it, both wrists had rope on them and were beingpulled overhead.Bic tied Jenna’s wrists to the leg of the picnic bench underneath thetable. 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. Hernervous sweating body warmed the cold wooden table beneath her. Jenna wasafraid and started to cry, “Let me go, please, let me go!”Bic and Barb, both girls sweating from the fight, stood back and caughttheir breath. They eyed their prey as she lay on the table, tightlysecured, breasts heaving above her taught stomach. They each reached outand grabbed a handful of Jenna’s breasts and massaged them. Together, theyleaned over and sucked her tits like they were the last ones on earth.The tingling and sucking sensations on her nipples and breasts causedJenna’s pussy to contract spasmodically. Despite her protests the girlscontinued sucking her tits. She pulled against her binds and lifted herhead and watched them suck her breasts, stretching her nipples betweentheir lips as they pulled away. “Please…stop…please,” Jenna’s protestswere growing weaker with each incredible sensation. She didn’t like it, butthen again, she did. She rolled her head from side-to-side and occasionallylifted 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 itsbase and milked it skyward, sucking hard on the nipple.Jenna’s twisting efforts to get away were turning into writhinginstead. She couldn’t control her body anymore as the girls worked on herbreasts. They seemed to know exactly how to suck her breasts to causeuncontrolled secretions to flow into her loin. The arousal was buildingwithin 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 anorgasm from just having her breasts sucked before, but the sensations thesetwo teenagers were causing was undeniable. Despite her best efforts tofight the feeling and her ties, she was losing and losing quickly.The girls sensed the change in Ms. Tarp. No longer was she struggling toget away, but now was writhing with unfettered pleasure. They continuedtheir relentless sucking and massaging of her breasts without mercy. Theyknew she was close to cumming and they wanted to feel her explosion, soalmost simultaneously they reached a free hand between her legs andinserted an index finger into her flowing pussy.Jenna bellowed out a guttural groan when she felt the two digits invade herjuicy pussy at the same time. The combination of sensations was too muchfor her too bear and she exploded intoorgasm. “A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h”, she screamed as her lovejuice expelled from deep within her loin, coating the hands and fingers ofher two teenage tormentors. Jenna twitched with residual orgasm for severalseconds before lapsing into an orgasm-induced slumber.The two girls high-five’d each other over the sleeping teacher beforeuntying her. They gathered up their rope and Bic grabbed the teacher’sshirt and the two scampered off laughing and slapping each other on theirbacks.Jenna lay motionless for several minutes until the night’s coldness causedher to awaken prematurely. Jenna rubbed her eyes and then sat up quicklylooking for her two teenage tormentors. She was relieved that they werenowhere around. She realized she was naked and scanned the area for hershirt. Despite having the single lamppost overhead, she couldn’t find hershirt anywhere. She did her best to cover herself and climb off thetable. She was a little sore and had to get home.Fortunately, the darkness enabled her to get almost all the way homewithout being seen. She crept up to the front door of her small two-storyhouse in the little residential neighborhood and was shocked to rememberthat she didn’t have the key, hell; she didn’t have clothes for thatmatter. 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 frontporch and was shocked by a burst of light…Jenna was locked outside her house and she was freezing. The cold dampnessof the foggy evening was chilling her to the bone. A big reason could bethat she was naked and had been for the past several minutes as she crepther way home from the park after her horrible encounter with Bic and Barb.She had made it all the way home without being seen and she felt gratefulfor that. She’d just completed her first day of work as a teacher at hernew school and it hadn’t gone well at all. As she crouched on the frontporch, shivering, trying to think of a way to get in, she was suddenlybathed in light from the street.She huddled in a ball and tried not to be seen. Her heart raced as sherealized it was a police car that had stopped and it was a spotlightshining on her. She wanted to run, but where? She was naked and barefoot!The adrenaline rush almost caused her to bolt.She peeked out of the corner of her eye and saw the police car turn it’sflashing lights on. “Oh no,” she thought, “they’ll alert the neighbors!” Ashadowy figure stepped out of the car and the faint sound of a police radiocould be heard. She knew it was the officer headed toward her and she justfroze tightly in her ball.”Ma’am,” came the female officer’s voice, “ma’am, are you okay?”Jenna felt some relief that the officer was a woman and not a man. She wasembarrassed and humiliated enough by being locked out of her house naked,but to be discovered that way by a man would have added insult toinjury. “I-I’m locked out,” Jenna chattered. Her shivering was becominguncontrollable as the situation and the night cold set in.”Ma’am,” said the officer as she stood at the bottom of the four-steppedporch, “I’ll need you to stand up and come down to my car.”Jenna was humiliated beyond belief. She knew she’d have to do it, but shehated being caught naked by the police. She was in deep trouble and wouldprobably go to jail. She wanted to cry again. “P-please, officer, I-I’mlocked out. T-this is my h-house,” she tried to explain.The officer stepped up on the porch and grabbed Jenna by the arm with aleather gloved hand. Jenna could see the officer had blonde hair and was inher mid-thirties. She wore a leather jacket and gloves along with the usualassortment of police paraphernalia. Jenna winced as the cold leather glovesqueezed her arm and lifted up. She felt like passing out. “Please, youdon’t understand,” Jenna pleaded. Her damp skin, cold with the evening’stemperature almost went into shock as the officer stood her up. Jenna stoodpassively before the officer; hands clasp together covering her vagina. Shedidn’t try to cover herself more because she didn’t want to appearaggressive.The officer eyed the young woman with lust. She held Jenna’s arm as theyoung woman just stood there, naked. Her large breasts protruded like firmmelons topped with cherry nipples. She could tell that Jenna worked out byher thin waist, taught stomach and firm thighs. She wanted to see if thosetits were real, so she shook her arm and firmly asked, “What are you doingout here naked?” She was excited to see that they moved easily fromside-to-side and showed no signs of being fake.Jenna was afraid. The officer sounded serious when she shook her likethat. She didn’t know how to explain why she was out there naked. Whatwould she say? Two teenagers stripped her in the park and ran off with herclothes? Yeah, right, that sounded believable. “I-I-I,” Jenna stammerednot knowing what to say. She could tell she was running out of time. Theofficer didn’t seem to believe her.”Okay, miss you’re gonna have to come with me,” the officer said as she ledJenna down the steps and along the small path leading to the street and hercar.Jenna was totally humiliated as she saw porch lights begin to pop on andpeople peek out from behind blinds. The police cars flashing lights hadalerted her neighbors to trouble and they were checking it out. Stillbathed in the bright light of the spotlight, they carefully made they’reway to the front of the car where the officer roughly faced Jenna towardsthe car and out of the spotlights beam.”Lean on the hood, place both hands on the car, move your feet back andspread ’em,” ordered the officer.Jenna was confused as she did what the officer instructed. Why did she wanther to do that? Certainly the officer didn’t need to search her. Her mindwas numbed from the cold and Jenna really didn’t want to piss the officeroff, so she leaned forward and placed her hands on the car, moved her feetback and spread them. It was uncomfortable having to hold this position andshe felt the officer was lucky she was in such good shape because shefigured the normal woman wouldn’t be able to hold this position long. Theweight of her own breasts as they hung freely beneath her added more stressthan simply leaning forward. Her muscles twitched with fear and cold andher teeth chattered uncontrollably.Jenna was blinded briefly, when the officer walked to the side of thevehicle and turned the spotlight on her as she leaned on the front of thecar. “Oh no,” she thought to herself, “people will be able to see I’m nakednow.” Jenna scanned the neighborhood and could see several people watchingthe activity in the street through split blinds. Her stomach tightened whenshe knew these were her neighbors and many of them knew her. She washumiliated to the think that they would think she was some kind ofcriminal, but worse yet they’d wonder why she was naked.She watched the officer remove her gloves and tuck them in her belt as shestrolled in behind her and stood between her legs. Jenna gasped when shefelt the officer press against her backside as she reached up with bothhands and grabbed her wrists. The coldness of the material from her uniformwas actually comforting against her cold damp unprotected skin. “W-what areyou doing?” asked a shocked Jenna.”I need to search for weapons,” the officer said dryly, “it’s procedure.”Jenna couldn’t understand why the officer just couldn’t see that she didn’thave any weapons since she was naked, but she understood the ‘procedure’part. She probably just needed to protect herself from the possibility oflawsuits or something. Even though the officers’ clothes were cold theyhelped warm the young teachers backside, as the officer d****d herselfacross Jenna’s back.Jenna had goose bumps cover her arms as the officer slid her hands from herwrists to her underarms, slithering on both sides of her arm. She felt theofficer stand up a bit as she placed her hands on her shoulders and thenglided them onto her back and under her armpits. The sensations of theofficer’s touch caused Jenna’s already hard nipples to tingle and shesighed quietly. What was going on? Why did she feel that twinge of arousal?She was being searched on a public street for gosh sakes.The officer reached around to Jenna’s upper chest from under her armpitsand then cupped each breast, hefting them slightly seemingly feelingthey’re weight. Jenna held her breath as the officers’ hands paused brieflyholding her breasts. She felt the officers’ long slender fingers slipbetween her breasts and meet in the middle. The officers’ hands slowlymoved to the underside of her breasts before grabbing and squeezing thebase of each and milking them downward. Jenna sighed noticeably. What wasthe officer doing to her that caused her feel these sensations? How couldshe feel such arousal during a routine search?Jenna was feeling confused. As the officer continued her search, she slidher hands along Jenna’s stomach and across her back in a serpentinemotion. Goose bumps erupted on Jenna’s skin wherever the officers’ handstraced. She couldn’t figure out why her body was reacting the way itwas. She shouldn’t be feeling such arousal at the touch of an officerduring a search. It just didn’t make sense. She struggled mentally for whatseemed like forever. How could she feel so tingly? She was naked in her ownneighborhood and being watched by her friends and neighbors. She wastotally vulnerable in her spread eagle position on the front of thecar. Anyone and everyone could see her if they wanted.Jenna froze stiff when she heard other voices coming from the sidewalks.”What’d she do officer?” asked a neighbor housewife as she came out toinvestigate.Jenna’s head whirled around to locate the mystery voice. She was completelyembarrassed that she was being looked at while naked. It was sohumiliating.”She was exposing and possibly burglary,” the officer replied.Jenna was shocked. She felt her vagina tighten at the words. Burglary?”N-no, that’s not true. I wasn’t stealing. That’s my house,” shereiterated.”She’s done that stuff before. My k**s have seen her,” confirmed the woman.”What?” exclaimed Jenna. She’d never been naked before, had she? Shefrantically searched her memory bank.”Yeah, she tans naked sometimes,” the woman added.”Oh my gawd, she’s right,” Jenna told herself. She HAD tanned nakedbefore. Jenna remembered tanning in her backyard a few times when she hadremoved her top. But how did her k**s know? They must have spied on her thelittle brats.Jenna jumped a little when she felt the officers’ hands clap around herankle and begin to slowly slide up her leg. She felt a wave of panic racethrough her stomach as the officers’ hands passed her knee. She bit herlower lip as the officers’ hands worked they’re way past mid-thigh. Whenthe officers’ hand on the inside of her thigh bumped against her pussy lipshe gasped loudly, “O-o-o-h-h-h.”A few other curious neighbors, mostly women and k**s, joined the woman onthe sidewalk. Despite the darkness, it was still fairly early. They talkedamongst themselves, giggled and pointed as they watched their naked youngneighbor humiliated in public. The police cars spotlight illuminated herpetite nudity for all to see. Jenna’s distress was clearly visible on herface as the officer ran her hands across Jenna’s body.Jenna inhaled deeply through her nose as the officer repeated the processon her other leg. The slow, methodical way she snaked her hands upwardtoward Jenna’s privates caused Jenna to heat up with anticipation. When theofficers’ hands passed her mid-thigh, Jenna held her breath. Despite thecold temperature outside, she felt warm on the inside. As the officers’hand bumped against her soft fleshy vagina, Jenna squealed, “E-e-e!”Jenna closed her eyes when she felt a wave of arousal course through herveins. She didn’t know where it came from or why. She was being publiclyhumiliated, yet she was becoming deeply aroused. How could that be? Did shesecretly like to be put in these humiliating situations? Was this somethingshe was naturally attracted to?Jenna’s breathing became choppy and quickened. Her head started to pound asshe contemplated her life. Her whole day had been one disaster afteranother, yet somehow she found it strangely exhilarating. She must besick. Down deep, she knew the officer was just doing her job, but she hadtwisted it around in her mind to find some deviant sexual arousal out ofit.Jenna squirmed and tightened her ass cheeks when she felt the officers’hand reach up between her legs and cup her pussy. The gentle caress andlight squeeze sent shivers up Jenna’s back. She held her breath as theofficers’ thumb lightly pressed against her anus and her index finger slidbetween the folds of her self moistened pussy.Jenna let out a long sigh “o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h”, as the officers’ fingersand hand slid backward and upward between her ass cheeks.”You excited miss?” the officer asked plainly.Jenna was mortified. She didn’t know what to say. Truthfully she wasexcited, but she couldn’t admit it in public, in front of all her neighborslike that. “N-no,” she stumbled unconvincingly.”Well I think you are. Your vagina is moist and swollen, a sure sign you’reexcited. But I’m willing to get a second opinion, if you wish,” the officeroffered.Jenna didn’t know what to say or do. Her mind was reeling from the arousalshe was feeling and she wasn’t thinking clearly as it was. Now she had totry and make sense of the ‘second opinion’ comment. It just didn’t makesense. “I-I’m not excited, honest. Please can’t you just let me go?” Jennapleaded.”How can I trust you if you won’t tell the truth about being excited?” theofficer questioned.The officer was right and Jenna knew it, but she still couldn’t just admitit in front of God and country that she had become aroused during a routinesearch AND by a female officer. That just wasn’t natural. It would beeasier to admit and more socially acceptable to be aroused during a searchby a man, but this was a female officer. “I-I’m not though,” Jennawhimpered, “I’m not excited.””Fine. We’ll just ask a couple of your neighbors what they think,” theofficer said in a deep sensual voice.”No, please don’t do that, PLEASE,” begged Jenna. Having one of herneighbors come over and inspect her pussy and maybe even touch it was toomuch. The officer couldn’t have been serious. She tried to convince herselfthe officer was just pulling her leg.But Jenna felt a bead of sweat run down her spine when she heard theofficer say, “Any of you onlookers know what an excited female looks like?””NO!” screamed Jenna in her mind. This can’t be happening. The officer wasactually asking for volunteers to come over and inspect her forarousal. Reluctantly, Jenna looked at the small group of jacketed women andc***dren, most of whom had raised their hands. The anxiety she feltcompletely overwhelmed her weakening muscles as she strained to leanagainst the car. Her breasts had filled with the blood that left her brainand made her feel light-headed and they hung heavily beneath her chest.”All right, let’s take a poll. Line up behind her right here,” the officersaid pointing to a spot between Jenna’s feet, “you check her out and let meknow if you think she’s excited.Eagerly, the women and c***dren lined up one behind the other, rubbingtheir hands together in excited anticipation. They smiled at one anotherand gave each other limp ‘high fives’ as they relished the opportunitybefore them. Most of the women in the neighborhood had always envied theyoung schoolteacher so they looked forward to adding to her publichumiliation.”Please, don’t do this,” Jenna pleaded as she looked back over her shoulderat the line of ten or so women and c***dren. Her legs were spread widelyand her anus and vagina were open for all to see.The officer stood beside the helpless teacher and patted her on the asswith a couple quick slaps. Jenna’s bottom barely shook since it was somuscular and tight. Jenna flinched at the meager spanking, but worse, shefelt a new wave of warmth emanate up from her butt cheeks. “Oh no,” shethought, “not again.””Okay ladies check her out and let me know what you think,” the officerdirected.One-by-one, the women stepped between Jenna’s hindquarters and either bentover and looked closely or they touched her pussy with their hand or both.With each touch Jenna whimpered at the humiliation. But with each touch,her loin heated more and more. She couldn’t help it. No matter what shethought about it didn’t lessen the fire that continued to build between herlegs. “Please…stop,” Jenna weakly, asked. Her mind was clouded by hergrowing arousal and she couldn’t clear it.A couple women lingered longer than others as they touched thespread-eagled teacher. Jenna gasped deeply as they inserted fingers intoher overheated flesh. The serial manipulations of her pliable lips, thegentle tug on her soft, sparse, blonde pubic hair or the long plungingstrokes from her clitoris to her anus were driving her crazy. Her will toresist the building arousal was dwindling fast. Her short, choppy gaspsadded to the pressure welling up inside her. She was losing control of heremotions and giving in to the deviant pleasure.Long ago she had forgotten about the chill in the air of the autumnevening. Her body was heated to the point of emitting steam. Jenna pressedhard against the front of the police car, arching her back or extending herass skyward. Jenna was losing the battle and she didn’t seem to care. Shekept up the relentless questioning of herself in an attempt to make senseof the whole thing. Why was she feeling such arousal during such a sexuallydegrading scenario? Why was the touch of women she barely knew so exciting?A bead of sweat ran down the crevice of her spine. Jenna was reaching thepoint of no return and everyone knew it. She was gasping for air and herstomach heaved. She looked over her shoulder as a woman showed her youngdaughter the inside of Jenna’s pussy. She held the teachers’ lips apart andpointed to the swollen clitoris that had pushed its way free of itssheath. The idea that she was being used as a ‘show and tell’ item nearlysent Jenna over the edge.The officer could tell Jenna was very close to orgasm. She leaned over andwhispered in her ear, “If you cum, I’ll let you go. If you don’t, I’ll haveto take you downtown with me.”The officers’ hot breath on her ear was too much. The words barely madesense to her. All she heard was ‘cum’. Jenna looked over her shoulder andbegan thrusting her hips as the last woman leaned in to ‘inspect’ her. Whenshe felt the woman’s nose bump her anus she exploded in orgasm with a loudgroan, “A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h!”Jenna’s body stiffened as she flexed onto her toes and became as rigid as aboard. Her pussy’s spasmodic contractions filled her cavity with girlcum. Her hips pumped involuntarily as she repeatedly squeezed cum from deepwithin her loin.After several contractions, she started to relax and almost lost herbalance because she was so dizzy. The officer grabbed her arm and helpedher up after she inadvertently dropped to her knees.The officer led the woozy Jenna to the front door of her house. The officertwisted the doorknob and opened the door. Jenna barely understood what hadjust happened. She struggled with the idea that the front door was open allalong because she thought she’d checked it, but apparently she hadn’t. Shestaggered into her bedroom and collapsed on the bed.The officer tucked her in and told her to sleep tight.As the officer left, the happy group of neighbor women and c***dren hadalready begun to disperse. She told them, “Okay, show’s over. Now go backto your homes.” As the group departed, she got into her patrol car, turnedoff the lights and rolled away.Jenna slept like a baby in her orgasm-induced slumber. She dreamt of havinga better day tomorrow…Jenna woke from a deep sleep, still sore, tired and drained. Her first dayof school had been worse than any nightmare she could have imagined. Shewas determined not to have a repeat of yesterday’s events, especially lastnight’s. She still questioned how she could have let all those terriblethings happen to her.As she shook the cobwebs from her confused mind, she felt an increasingresolve to have a better day today. She reminded herself of her positionwithin the school, a teacher, and that she was the one who was in charge ofher classes, not the c***dren. She was the one who had control, not thec***dren. She felt herself becoming more erect as her confidence built. Shewas the proud woman who had graduated college with honors and who hadlanded her first teaching job at a well-respected Catholic girl’s school inher neighborhood. She was the one who was hired because of her skills andpotential and she would be damned if anyone was going to take that away.She stood before the mirror and admired her frame. Hands on her hips, sheturned from side-to-side, proudly viewing her excellent physique. Sheshowered quickly and dressed in a new uniform. “Oh no,” she remembered, “Ican’t wear undergarments.” She felt her stomach tighten briefly and thenshe reminded herself of just who she was – the teacher. She stepped intoher pumps, grabbed her papers and spare car keys and headed off to school.The cool crisp air of the early fall morning aided her awakening senses asshe briskly walked through the neighborhood. The smell of freshly fallenleaves, mixed with early morning dew and foggy dampness of fall heightenedher awareness of her beautiful rural surroundings. She was glad she livedin such a lovely Midwestern area. The people were so nice, especially thec***dren.As she arrived at school, a few parents were beginning to drop theirc***dren off already as she entered the ivy-covered building. Her highheels noisily clicked they’re way through the vacant hallway as she madeher way to her English classroom. Once inside, she arranged her papers onher desk and got prepared for the first class. She felt her anxiety buildas the clock slowly ticked toward the opening bell time and she had to keepreminding herself of just who she was.Jenna jumped when the first bell rang signaling the c***dren had fiveminutes to get to class. She squirmed in her chair as the c***dren began tonoisily file in and take their seats. Jenna’s heart skipped a beat when shesaw Trisha enter the classroom. A lump in her throat made it hard toswallow and she suddenly felt dry-mouthed.Where had her confidence gone? The mental flashbacks of the prior day’sevents were rolling through her brain so fast, she felt she was watchingthem on a movie screen in her mind. She heard herself gasp when sheremembered being forced to eat Trisha’s pussy in the hallway and how scaredshe was for her safety. A cold sweat formed in the palms of her hands andaround her scalp. She felt herself becoming pale as she sat there recantingthe whole ugly scene.When the second bell rang she shakily stood up and signaled the girls tosettle down, which they did. Jenna let out a sigh of relief as her secondday had begun seemingly without a hitch. She tried to relax and composeherself as she tried to rid her mind of the horrible actions of the daybefore.Unsteadily she picked up some papers in an effort to begin the class. Asshe fumbled with the papers trying to collect her thoughts, she suddenlyfelt uncomfortable with her self. Once again, she was wearing theprescribed uniform of the school, which was a blouse and skirt and NOundergarments. She felt strangely naked and exposed in front the class andshe didn’t like the feeling. Her large breasts hung freely from her chestas she shuffled papers around. She could feel her nipples rubbing againstthe sheer material of her blouse, acting like a constant reminder of hercurrent state of undress.Jenna’s mind wandered again as she wondered what she must look like to theclass, dressed like that. Her skirt was way shorter than the ones the girlshad to wear, which caused her to have to always be aware of herposition. She couldn’t bend over too far or separate her knees whilesitting. She hated that she had to be on guard so much.She faced the class, smiled weakly and sat behind her desk. The coolplastic of her chair sent shivers up her spine as her thighs came incontact with it. As she settled upon it, she felt the coolness touch herpussy lips, which reinforced the fact that her short skirt barely coveredher buttocks and did little to protect her ass cheeks from the cold, not tomention view. She felt her nipples harden as goose bumps covered her skin.Several of the girls noticed the quick change in Ms. Tarp, especially hernipples. They could clearly see them through the sheerness of theblouse. Most of the girls appreciated her large aureoles and pointynipples, while others did not.Trisha saw the quick change too and she got angry. She felt that Ms. Tarpwas intentionally trying to entice other girls in the class by actingsexually seductive and it was obvious to her that Ms. Tarp was becomingaroused by the idea because her nipples were getting hard. As she sat therebrewing, Trisha became more and more angry. She kept dwelling on the ideathat Ms. Tarp didn’t seem to understand that she owned her now. “I guessshe didn’t get the message yesterday,” she told herself. “Well that’sfine,” she grumbled to herself, “I guess I’ll just have to make sure mymessage is understood.”Trisha hated most of her teachers throughout the years and it was this yearthat she decided she was going to take control of any new ones, so Ms. Tarpwas it. Trisha felt her blood pressure rising as she sat there reaching aboiling point. She tried to think of ways she could humiliate her newteacher in front of the class, her mind racing quickly now. Trisha wasdetermined to have Ms. Tarp perform humiliating acts in front of the othergirls. She was going to have to teach the new teacher slut just who was incontrol here.As Jenna paused for a moment hoping to catch her breath as the cold plasticchair slowly warmed, she placed her arms flatly against the tabletop infront of her as if bracing herself. She closed her eyes briefly as sheinhaled deeply through her nose and opened her eyes.She froze in place when she saw Trisha start to stand up.Trisha had had enough of her teacher’s seductive behavior. She had to setthings straight – right now. She marched from her desk in the back of theroom straight toward her new young teacher, positioned behind her desk likeLincoln in the Lincoln Memorial.Jenna didn’t know what to do. Her panic paralyzed her. She could see thelook of anger on Trisha’s face and she was petrified. “What does she want?”her mind screamed, “What should I do? Should I stop her? Ask her what she’sdoing? If I do, what WILL she do?” Jenna’s mind filled with questions andbefore she knew it, Trisha stood beside her and had the hair on the back ofher head in a tight-fisted grasp pulling backward.Jenna winced and gasped at the pain, but didn’t move. Her wide-eyed,open-mouthed expression said it all. She was afraid of Trisha and Trishahad complete control of her. Jenna could see the rest of the girls in classwere shocked, too. The look in their eyes were mixed. Some were excited andwaiting to see what was going to happen next, while others were afraid, butall of them leaned forward in their desks and watched. Jenna couldn’tbelieve what was happening.Trisha announced to the class as she held her teachers hair tightly, “Itold you all yesterday that I was in charge here. And apparently our littleteacher here,” she said jerking her hair repeatedly for emphasis, “didn’tget the message, did you teach?”Jenna didn’t know what to say. Admitting that Trisha was in charge seemedtotally wrong, but what could she do? If she resisted, Trisha and her evilfriends would get her again, she was sure of it. Panic set in as shestruggled to answer. Jenna felt tears welling up in her eyes as therealization that she was about to let a 13 year-old girl humiliate her infront of the whole class set in. She felt helpless to fight back and hermind, clouded by fear, struggled to formulate words. Why couldn’t she move?Why couldn’t she fight back? This was a 13-year-old girl and she was 22.Feeling her fear grip her innermost soul, Jenna began to cry and she knewshe was too afraid to do anything.Trisha looked down at the blubbering teacher and mocked her for crying. Theclass giggled at her taunts and a few joined in on their own.”Cry teacher, cry,” one student said in a whiny sarcastic tone.”Baby, baby, baby,” another sang.”What a pussy,” chided yet another.The language shocked Jenna and she felt even worse and cried even harder.Trisha reached down with her free hand and stuck it down the teachers’blouse and groped and kneaded her breast.Jenna, tears rolling down her cheeks, sat motionless as the young teenmassaged her breast while the class looked on. Things were getting worse bythe second. Here she was a new teacher with her new class during the firstperiod of the second day and she was allowing herself to be m*****ed by astudent while the class watched. The whole thing was her fault. She’d letthings progress this far and now she couldn’t stop it.As she scolded herself for being dumb, she didn’t even realize that Trishahad unbuttoned her blouse until she felt it being pulled from herwaistband.Trisha let go of her teacher’s hair and stepped behind the petite youngwoman. She reached over her shoulders and slowly unbuttoned the last buttonand held the blouse in each hand.Jenna knew what was coming next and tried to snivel out a protest, “Please,–don’t – no…” Still paralyzed with fear and now humiliation, Jenna gaspas the material slowly came open exposing her perfect orb’s and allowingcool air to sweep past her breasts. The girls’ cold, damp fingers slidacross her skin causing Jenna’s nipples to harden.Everyone in the class believed Jenna liked what was happening to her. Ifshe didn’t, then why would she just sit there? She hadn’t moved sinceTrisha approached her and she just sat there as Trisha massaged her breastand then opened her blouse. The class was totally engrossed by what washappening. Heads bobbed side-to-side to get a better look at their youngteachers’ breasts, which were now heaving with perceived excitement.Jenna’s crying ceased when her breasts became visible to the class. Shewanted to cover herself, but she couldn’t. She just sat there, staring backat the class, as Trisha pulled the blouse over her shoulders, behind herback and down to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms at her sides. Shedidn’t know what to do. It was as though she was tied up and couldn’t move.Trisha watched as Ms. Tarp’s face wrinkled as she winced when, once againwhen Trisha grabbed her by the hair. “Stand up, teach,” Trisha ordered asshe pulled up on the hair.Jenna pushed herself back from the table and felt tears begin toswell. “P-please,” she begged under her breath, “please don’t make me dothis.”Her plea fell on deaf ears. Trisha wanted no part of her begging. Shepulled up hard on her teachers’ hair until the shorter figure stooderect. She looked down at her teacher and noted that Ms. Tarp was stilltrapping her blouse against her back. “Let’s get rid of this,” Trisha saidas yanked the garment off her arms, leaving the young teacher topless.Jenna was mortified. She looked down as her bottom lip quivered and tearsrolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her breasts. She stood in front ofher class, ashamed and humiliated. She wanted to run away, butcouldn’t. The teenager had hold of her hair. All she could do now was standthere and let the class ogle her as she wept like a baby.”Oh, look at the little baby crying,” one girl teased.”Wah…wah,” mocked another girl mimicking a baby’s cry.”Take off your skirt, Ms. Tarp. Let’s get a good look at you,” orderedTrisha.Jenna’s heart sank like a rock. She felt faint as she processed therequest. Without much thinking, her mind fogged with her humiliation, sheslowly began to unfasten her skirt. She was blindly following Trisha’scommand, while trying to somehow come to grips with its implication. Shedidn’t even really feel the skirt as it dropped on her feet.Trisha was taking great pleasure in humiliating her young teacher in frontof her classmates. She was wetter than she’d ever been before withouttouching herself. This was better than her best fantasy. She was exhibitingabsolute control over a teacher at school in the teacher’s ownclassroom. She had stripped her naked and was now putting her on displayfor the whole class to see. “Turn around, teach. Show everyone see thatfine ass of yours.”Jenna’s mind was in a complete fog. She could barely comprehend herenvironment. Her vision was blurred by tears and constricted by tunnelvision. Her ears rang as her blood pressure rose and drowned out nearly allsounds. Her world slowed to a surreal pace and she felt like things weremoving in slow motion. As she slowly spun around, displaying her backsideto the class, she watched the eager faces of the girls, smile and laugh ather. Jenna felt like she was in a dream. The voices of the c***dren, asthey laughed and taunted her, became long drawn out verbiage that didn’tmake sense.Suddenly it all changed. She was snapped back into reality when she felt asharp pain on her butt cheek. Trisha had spanked her. Her cheek stung asblood rushed to the wounded area in the form of a hand print and her mindbecame sharp again.”You’ve been a naughty little teacher today, haven’t you, Ms. Tarp,”ridiculed Trisha as she turned the young teacher around by her hair,displaying her like furniture.Jenna didn’t know if Trisha expected an answer, so she opted to stayquiet. She tried to cover her breasts as Trisha faced her to the class, butTrisha gently pushed her hands down to her sides as she smirked and shookher head ‘no’, like, ‘I don’t think so’.”You look really good today, teach,” jeered Trisha as she reached down withher free hand and touched the young woman’s neck.Jenna froze at the young girl’s touch. Her cold fingers caused Jenna tobecome covered in goose bumps and her nipples to harden again. The wholeroom gasped in anticipation as Trisha slowly ran her icy fingers down theyoung teacher’s breastbone and encircled a breast.Trisha grabbed the base of her teacher’s breast and milked it outwardly,ending with a tweak on her nipple.This caused Jenna to shudder in a way she didn’t think was possible rightthen. I mean, here she was, being held by the hair by a 13-year-old studentwho forced her to be naked in front of the whole class. ‘No’, that’s wrong,she told herself. She wasn’t forced to do anything. She allowed it tohappen. Just like she was allowing these feelings of arousal to creep intoher mind. Feeling Trisha milk her breast like that was causing her to feela deviant sense of arousal and she wasn’t able to control it. She feltherself exhale a deep sigh as she closed her eyes momentarily allowingherself to be whisked away by the moment.A silence fell over the room as the class of young teenage girls held theircollective breath as they watched Trisha’s hand slide off the teachers’breast and onto her stomach.Jenna felt like her breath was being stolen and she gasped repeatedly asher spasmodic stomach tightened uncontrollably when she felt Trisha’s handbegin it’s slow, seductive decent toward her sex. Unwillingly, Jenna letout a loud audible gasp as Trisha’s fingers combed through her pubic hairand cupped her swelling, moistening pussy.”What’s happening here?” Jenna questioned her self in her mind as she felther foot mooch it’s way to the side a little, allowing Trisha betteraccess. “Why am I feeling like this? This is sick,” she tried reprimandingto her self. “Why am I allowing this teenager to feel my vagina in front ofthe class? I know it feels good, but that’s not an excuse,” she toldherself. Jenna sensed her feet scoot out a little more.Trisha believed that her teacher was becoming aroused by her sickhumiliation. She found herself getting more and more aroused as she rubbedher teacher’s pussy as the class watched. She e looked at their faces andsensed their enjoyment, too.Trisha’s rubbing was becoming unbearable. adana escort bayan Jenna was unable to hold back thearousal she was now feeling. She stepped out of her skirt that was trappingher feet together and spread her feet widely. She closed her eyes notwanting to see her students’ reactions at her sick willingness to let thisgirl massage her in front of them. She figured they’d be disgusted anddisappointed and she just didn’t want to see that right now. Her arousalwas building and taking control of her emotions and she was beginning to dothings that weren’t normal and she didn’t even care anymore.Jenna’s breathing quickened, as Trisha’s rubbing continued. Her vagina wasso stirred that she felt her wetness begin to leak out. When Trisha stucktwo fingers inside her and separate her lips, Jenna thought she wouldexplode and let out a loud groan, “O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h.”Trisha used two fingers to hold apart her teachers’ pussy lips and used hermiddle finger to rub her clit and poke inside periodically. It was obviousthat her teacher was cumming and she wanted her too. She wanted to make herteacher cum, right in front of her classmates. Trisha wanted her teacher todo in public, one of the most intimate private things a woman could ever do- and that was cum. She upped the pace at which she manipulated her clitand soaking gash, as her teacher became more and more pliable. She strokedand probed the heated flesh as her teacher moaned and moved her hips.Trisha let go of her teachers’ hair and stepped behind her. She wanted theclass to get a full view as she made her adult teacher expel love juicefrom the touch of young teenage girl. Trisha used her other hand to milkher teachers’ breast as she pressed her body close behind.The class sat there awed at the display of depravity before them. A teacherhad gotten naked in front of them and was now letting a minor teenage girlmasturbate her in front of them and the teacher was enjoying it!Jenna’s head rolled from side-to-side as she built toward climax. She heldeach of Trisha’s hands as they worked her breast and pussy. She was moaningloudly now, and she was getting close. When she felt Trisha bite down onher neck with a sloppy wet kiss, she exploded intoorgasm. “Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h!”Trisha had to steady the weakening teacher as she collapsed in herarms. Trisha turned her around and laid her across the table that acted asher desk, so that her buttocks and steamy pussy were facing the class. Herfeet barely touched the ground as she lay across the desk. A slightcondensation ring was visible around her body on the tabletop as her heatedflesh slowly began to cool.The class sat back in their chairs, panting at the show. The room reeked ofsex and was thick with moisture.Trisha was delighted and so was the class.Jenna was jolted awake from her orgasmic induced slumber by slaps on herbuttocks. The bell signaling the end of class had rung and as the classfiled out, they slapped her ass. Groggily, she forced herself to waken andshe realized she was nude. Jenna quickly gathered up her clothes and putthem on, before her next class came in.No sooner was she dressed than the next class of girls filed in. As theysettled into their seats, the second bell rang.>From the loudspeaker overhead came an announcement, “Ms. Tarp, pleasereport to the office, Ms. Tarp, to the office please.”Jenna felt a rush of anxiety pass through her body and she wondered what itwas all about. Actually she knew what it was about, but she just didn’twant to admit it. That’s where the anxiety came from. Her knowing what hadtranspired during her first day and – not even a half. She was in deep shitand she knew it. “Well,” she reasoned, “this is it. I’m fired.”Jenna turned the class over to one of the students and instructed them toread a chapter until she got back. She walked down the long dark hallway,her head down and heart pumping. Hearing those words, “you’re fired”, justfreaked her out. Worse yet, she catastrophes, “I could go to jail. Orworse yet, PRISON!” She shuddered at the thought.She slowly opened the door to the office and sheepishly peeked in. The HeadMistress, sister Ann, was standing in the doorway to office and motionedfor her to come inside. Jenna swallowed hard and walked in.Jenna tentatively entered sister Ann’s office. For the some reason theoffice seemed cold and sterile today. Two women sat in chairs directlyfacing her, but back against the far wall of the office. Both women were inthey’re 30’s and very attractive and well kept. She suspected they weremothers of a couple girls at the school. She felt a twinge of apprehensionbubble in her stomach as the two women glared at her. She felt reallyuneasy with the way they looked at her. It was as though they despised her.sister Ann’s dark-stained wooden desk sat to the left as she entered, andit was neatly arranged with a desk calendar and in/out boxes. sister Annsat behind the ominous looking desk with a serious look on her face. Jennadidn’t feel good all of a sudden. The room was dead silent as sheentered. There was no chair for her to sit on, so he hoped it would be ashort meeting. Jenna walked into the office and approached the twowell-dressed scowling women before facing to her left and standing in frontof sister Ann at her desk.”You called for me?” Jenna asked shyly. She hoped she didn’t smell likesex. She was still very sensitive and could still feel the moisture betweenher legs. Just walking caused her to shiver.sister Ann looked somber as she sat behind her desk and began, “Ms. Tarp,let me start with introductions,” pointing to the very distinctive lookingwoman on the far right, “this is Ms. Landers…Judge Landers, and this,”acknowledging the dark haired woman closest to her, “is Ms. Wallace.””Nice to me both of you,” Jenna nodded. When the women didn’t return hergreeting she knew for sure that something was up. She just prayed it wasn’twhat she thought it might be.sister Ann looked down and after a moment of silence as she collected herthoughts said, “It appears we have a little problem.”Jenna’s heart sank as she stood before the women. She knew one of the girlshad probably told their parents and now she was in big trouble. A sweatbroke out on her back and scalp as her ears began to ring.”These are mothers of two girls, Bic and Barb, in your first period class,”began sister Ann.Jenna almost fainted. She felt the blood drop to her feet and she becamevisibly shaken and took a small step to her left to regain her balance.”Please sit down, Ms. Tarp. I’m sorry I don’t have a chair for you, but youneed to sit down anyway,” sister Ann told her.Jenna didn’t care that there was no chair, she DID need to sit downanyway. She knelt down and then sat back on her heels. She looked down andnervously flattened her skirt.”Ms. Tarp,” sister Ann began again, now looking down at the ashen Jenna,”Both girls came home last night and told disturbingly similarstories. Both girls said you sexually m*****ed another student by havingoral sex with her. Is that true?” asked sister Ann in a concerned voice.Jenna’s mind went blank. She didn’t know what to think, in fact, shecouldn’t think. Her career, her life, her freedom all flashed beforeher. She knew was innocent, but all she did was stammer… “N-no t-that’snot true.” How would she explain what happened so that they’d believe her?She felt an overwhelming since of hopelessness fill her being and she beganto cry. “I-I…didn’t…” she blubbered, “I-I mean, I did, but…but…itwasn’t like you think…” Jenna thought about how that sounded and realizedthat even she didn’t believe it.”So what are you saying, Ms. Tarp?” pressed a disbelieving sister Ann.Jenna didn’t know what to say. She burst into tears and sobbed at herinability to put up a sound defense. She felt like an idiot. She thoughtabout the whole horrible incident in her mind again and she remembered howshe had begun to feel a little arousal and that made her really feelguilty. She never should have let things get that far, but now that shehad, what was she going to do? She felt dirty and ashamed at being accusedof c***d m*****ation. “Was she?” she asked herself, “was she a c***dm*****er?”Jenna’s sobbing made the women believe she was guilty. They all becamevisibly upset and disgusted with the young woman.”Ms. Tarp, please get a hold of yourself.” sister Ann stated flatly as shetossed her a Kleenex.Sniffling, Jenna tried to regain her composure and dabbed her eyes with thetissue before placing her hands meekly in her lap.”Am I to understand that what these girls said is true?” queried sisterAnn. Not waiting for a response sister Ann said, “I’m afraid I have knowchoice but to punish you, Ms. Tarp.”Jenna didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t sound good. She thoughtshe was being fired or worse yet, going to jail. She stared at the groundand felt an immense emptiness inside. Her life as she knew it was over.sister Ann pushed back from her desk and stood up. She reached under herdesk and grabbed something.Jenna, from her knees, watched as sister Ann pulled out a wooden paddlethat she used on rare occasions and plunked it onto the desk with athud. The heavy two foot long paddle was about a half inch thick piece offour inch wide pine that was beautifully engraved with the words, “Sparethe rod” and lacquered to a bright shine.The two mothers, both so angry they were almost trembling, grinned evillywhen they saw the piece of lumber.Looking down at her hands, Jenna felt tears welling up in her eyesagain. Fear gripped the young teacher when she saw the paddle. Her stomachtightened as she envisioned herself being spanked in front the two girl’smothers. Jenna just couldn’t allow that. She wasn’t a c***d. No way shouldshe be spanked for what she had done. It wasn’t even her fault…was it?Jenna suddenly felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. How did all thosethings happen to her anyway? She must have played a role in itsomehow. Never before had she EVER experienced a day like yesterday…andthen again today…EVER in her life!Jenna felt herself becoming flushed and felt faint. She remembered that shehad had several orgasms as a result of all those activities. That, alone,proved she actually liked what happened, didn’t it? Jenna tried to shakethe cobwebs from her mind. She wasn’t thinking clearly. She DIDN’T enjoybeing humiliated and forced to have sex! “I DON’T!” she emphasized toherself.And now, her Head Mistress was about to spank her for her crimes. Her”crimes?” she questioned herself. She was petrified of prison and the wholeidea of being arrested. The humiliation and embarrassment that would bringon her and her community was more than she could fathom. Her fear obscuredher ability to think clearly and she didn’t even realize that sister Annwas now standing over her, tapping the paddle on her free hand.”Stand up, Ms. Tarp,” ordered sister Ann.Without thinking, Jenna leaned forward and pushed herself up. Passively,she stood before the three women holding her hands in front of her. She wasvery scared of what was to come. The two mother’s really worried her, theywere so angry. Jenna wanted to do whatever it took to make them calm down,but she didn’t want to be spanked. She sensed they wanted to inflict painon her and she almost understood why.Jenna felt her heart thump wildly in her chest when she remembered shewasn’t wearing any panties. Her mind raced with visions of how she wouldlook and the reactions the mother’s might have. She squeezed her eyestogether momentarily trying to rid herself of the whole scene. She hopedshe could will herself away to another place and time.”Turn around, bend over and lift your skirt, Ms. Tarp,” instructed sisterAnn.Jenna’s heart thumped in her chest so hard she thought they might hearit. She stood there for a second, stunned. Thoughts bounced in her mindlike ping pong balls. If she bent over, they’d see that she wasn’t wearingpanties. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a k**. She didn’t WANT to bespanked. Did she deserve to be spanked? What was her alternative? If shedidn’t allow them to spank her, they could have her fired AND arrested. Sheprobably deserved a good swat anyway; after all she DID have oral sex witha minor girl.Jenna could hardly breath as she looked at the three women. They all glaredback at her, waiting. Jenna, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts andemotions, tried to take in all that was happening to her.sister Ann was feeling the heat of the moment. She felt her body tinglewith a layer of sweat under her thick, black robe. She tried to actnonchalant, but she choked on air a few times. “It’s b-best to repent foryour s-sins, Ms. Tarp,” she stuttered from nervous excitement.Jenna knew they were right, but didn’t like it. She closed her eyes andsheepishly turned her back to the two women as sister Ann leanedforward. Jenna reached behind her and grabbed the hem of her skirt andsqueezed it tightly. She paused for a moment as she tried not to thinkabout what they would see when she bent over. She inhaled deeply and slowlybent over and reluctantly lifted her skirt, flipping it on her back.”Grab your ankles, Ms. Tarp,” ordered sister Ann.Jenna grabbed her ankles and pulled her face to her knees and held ontightly. She grimaced in anticipation.THWACK! Came the paddle across her butt cheeks.”O-o-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w!” screamed a shocked Jenna. She grimaced in pain asher ass leapt on fire and her pussy contracted. A rosy red rectanglestriped her ass. She wanted to cry it hurt so badly. She squeezed her kneesand tried to ignore the pain. She stopped thinking about the fact that herass and pussy were there for all to see and focused, instead, on the flamethat filled her buttocks.”Do you like to have sex with girls?” asked sister Ann, her own warmthbuilding rapidly at not only being able to see Jenna’s firm perky butt, butbeing able to swat her with her paddle. She loved how Jenna’s firm asshardly shook when she spanked her. A sign of how firm it truly was.The stinging in her ass subsided after a few seconds and Jenna felt herpussy twitch involuntarily at the question. She wondered why thathappened. Jenna figured her body was reacting negatively to the question,at least that’s the way she felt in her mind. Thinking her Head Mistresswas intending to beat any desire for women out of her, Jenna started towhimper and sniveled out a meager, “no.””Wrong,” said sister Ann.THWACK! Came another swat across her firm protruding butt cheeks.”O-o-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w-w!” howled Jenna. She wasn’t dumb, she would givethem the answer they wanted, “Yes,” she panted, “yes, I like to have sexwith girls!” She couldn’t believe she had just blurted that out. Sheadmitted to doing something that just wasn’t true. Why did she do that?Couldn’t she take a little pain?Jenna’s pussy twitched a few more times as she reflected on what she’d justdone. She admitted, in public, that she liked to have sex with girls!”O-o-h-h,” Jenna moaned softly. Her mind was awash with confusion. Shetruly DIDN’T like to have sex with girls, but somehow the idea of it causedher body to react with reluctant arousal.”Excellent,” cooed sister Ann, “now we’re getting somewhere. So you DO likethe taste of young teenage pussy?”Jenna was shocked at the use of language and she felt her vagina spasmagain. It seemed so raw and sexual. “The taste of teenage pussy?” sherepeated in her mind. Repeating it to herself sent a chill up her spine andshe shivered. “The taste,” she repeated again sending rising warmth up herback. She’d never really thought about how a pussy ‘tasted’ before. Theidea that it had flavor at all was kind of exhilarating. She felt herselfgasp at the thought.She remembered that she wasn’t repulsed by the taste of the girl’s vaginasat all, which sent a shot of wetness into her vagina? Her thoughtsmomentarily deflected from her stinging ass and her humiliating position,tried to rationalize why she just had that sudden burst of arousal. Sheknew she didn’t like girls pussy’s at all, much less the ‘taste’ of them soshe stupidly replied, “No.”THWACK! Came another swat, this one a little harder than the previous.”O-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w! I mean, YES…YES! I like the taste of young pussy,”Jenna blubbered, her ass stinging and throbbing. Why did she say ‘no’?”That was dumb!” she scolded herself. Jenna held tightly onto herankles. It was the only she had to grip to try and limit the pain. Shewondered how things had ever gotten this far. How did she ever manage toend up in the Principle’s office getting spanked in front of two parents?This was humiliating. Not only that, she was being accused of liking thetaste of young pussy, which she didn’t and yet she had this strange arousalbrewing in her loin.sister Ann grabbed Jenna’s ass cheeks, one in each hand, and squeezed themhard, forcing the bright red cheeks to turn white again. She reveled at theopportunity to do this in front of two of the more prominent studentsmother’s. She wanted them to know that she would take immediate action whenone of her teacher’s messed up. She glanced over her shoulder and waspleased to see that both mother’s were eagerly watching the punishment.Jenna’s eyes rolled back in her head when she felt sister Ann aggressivelymassage her buttocks. She was lifting and separating her cheeks, spreadingher ass wide exposing both her private holes to the two mothers sittingbehind her. The sensation was incredible. She gasped a couple times whenshe felt sister Ann’s thumbs brush by her pussy and anus. The warmth fromthe swats, followed by sister Ann’s massage was pushing hear heated fleshto new heights. Grabbing her ankles tightly, she closed her eyes and triedto ignore the moisture she was sure was visible by now. She wanted to tellsister Ann to stop, but it felt so good she didn’t dare. The stretching andpulling on her ass cheeks was making her wetter by the second.Jenna tried to clear her mind. She shouldn’t be getting wet like this,certainly not now. Here she was bent over holding her ankles in the schoolprinciples office, with her skirt lifted up exposing her panty-lessbuttocks, getting spanked in front of two girl’s mothers, while admittingto things that weren’t true! How on earth could she find that exciting? Itdidn’t make sense, but there was no denying it, she WAS getting aroused.”Did you have any questions for our new young teacher?” sister Ann askedthe two mothers, hoping they’d seize the moment and ask the vulnerableyoung teacher a question they’d know she’d get wrong.”Yes,” Judge Landers replied, “I do. Ms. Tarp, are you a lesbian?”Panting from the massage, Jenna reacted almost instantly with an emphatic,”No!” “How dare they imply that I’m gay,” she thought to herself, her assstill smarting. She was definitely NOT a lesbian! Just because she had ahorrible day yesterday didn’t make her a lesbian today. She still likedmen…kind of. I mean just because she’d never really dated before or hadsex with a man, for that matter, didn’t make her a lesbian. And justbecause she’d felt some arousal during some of those terrible events,didn’t make her a lesbian either…did it?Jenna kept telling herself she wasn’t a lesbian, but she felt like she waslosing the argument with her self. The thought of being gay made herfeel…feel…AROUSED!Then suddenly, THWACK! Another swat reinforced her latest conclusion.”O-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w! YES-S-S-S-S! YES! I’m a LESBIAN!” screamed Jenna, herass burning again. “Oh my gawd!” she said in her mind, “I just told them Iwas a LESBIAN!” Jenna couldn’t believe it. Even worse though, she felt likethe swat splattered pussy juice around. She was so wet she was almostdripping. Deep down inside she KNEW she wasn’t a lesbian, but for somereason the thought of it was causing her to grow wetter.Jenna couldn’t help herself. Her ass stung like fire, but she still feltexcitement! She imagined what she must look like right then. Bent overholding her ankles, two mothers watching her get punished, her ass a brightred and her pussy dripping wet! What kind of a message was that sending?Was that telling them that she…she…enjoyed being spanked…in public?!Jenna felt flushed. She began to pant uncontrollably. She toiled with theidea for a moment and then abruptly dismissed it as nonsense. There was noway she could enjoy being spanked…in public…and ENJOY it!sister Ann and the two mothers recognized the signs of young woman’sexcitement and decided to take full advantage of the fact that Jennaobviously enjoyed public humiliation and punishment. sister Ann deliveredanother swat to Jenna’s firm ass eliciting a deep moan this time, asopposed to a yelp.sister Ann took the paddle and rubbed it on Jenna’s ass as Jenna began toroll her hips and moan lightly.Jenna was in a different place. Her arousal sent her inside her own mindand blocked out all outside activities. She was totally consumed with thefeelings in her body and forgot about her surroundings. She gasped for airas her stomach twitched and her pussy pulsated. She was building toward anorgasm and she couldn’t stop it. The fire from the last swat was leavingher too quickly this time and she needed another one to keep her headedtoward orgasm. She wanted to ask for another, but then again didn’t.Jenna ground her hips by flexing her knees and circling her ass. She wantedanother swat to send her over the edge…no, she NEEDED another swat!”Please, please, spank me again,” Jenna panted, totally forgetting aboutthe two mothers watching. Jenna was fully into her self right now and allelse didn’t matter.sister Ann was sweating profusely now. Not from the physical activity, butfrom her own arousal. Her new young teacher was actually begging foranother swat, right in front of these two mothers! It was almost more thanshe could take. This surpassed her wildest hopes and fantasies!THWACK! sister Ann delivered the final blow.Jenna screamed again, “O-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h!” but not from pain thistime, but from pleasure. She came as soon as the initial sting left herflaming ass. She rolled her hips as her pussy squeezed love juice. She letout deep moans as the last of the liquid squished from her loin. Jennacollapsed on the Principles office floor, her stomach heaving as she lapsedinto slumber.Judge Landers, sister Ann and Bic’s mother exchanged knowing glances asthey watched they young teacher rest. Judge Landers told sister Ann, “Ohmy, she’s way better than you described her on the phone. Have her contactme after school today. I have plans for her.”sister Ann rolled the sleepy Jenna onto her back, which made Jenna suddenlyfeel uncomfortable. Jenna awoke and shook the cobwebs from her mind. Shestood up, stretched and rubbed her ass. Her butt was a little sore and itall became painfully clear. sister Ann had spanked her in front of twogirl’s mothers! She gasped at the horrible memory.Jenna focused her eyes and discovered she was still in sister Ann’s officeand sister Ann was sitting behind her desk. Startled, she quickly tried tocompose herself by straightening her clothes and fixing her hair. Jennafelt very uncomfortable seeing sister Ann working on some paperworkapparently unaware that she was even in the room. Jenna wasn’t sure if sheshould just leave or if she should excuse herself first. The whole momentseemed awkward. “Excuse me, sister Ann, are you through with me?” Jennawinced at her choice of words, they just didn’t feel right.Without looking up from her paperwork sister Ann said, “Call Judge Landersat 555-6540 after school.”Jenna didn’t know what to think. Why did she need to call the judge? Shehoped it had nothing to do with what went on at school today. She shiveredat the thought of what it might concern.”You are dismissed for the day, Ms. Tarp,” sister Ann said, “without pay.”Her day was ruined anyway and besides she didn’t feel good. Jenna turnedand left the office. She was devastated at what had happened to her inthere and even more devastated at how she reacted. She kept having thisfoggy memory of not only being spanked, but also seemingly enjoying it. Asshe walked through the vacant hallway, she shook her head and rubbed hertemples. The whole morning was like a big mystery she couldn’t solve. Shewas having difficulty separating fact from fiction, truth from untruth. Shefinally gave up and decided to just forget about it. “It was all just a baddream,” she told herself.Jenna immediately felt better. Writing off the whole morning simply madeher feel great. She regained her posture as she entered her empty classroomto gather her keys and personal belongings and go home. She was lookingforward to going to bed and getting some much-needed sleep.As soon as she got home, she tossed her purse on the sofa, went into herbedroom, stripped down to her panties and crawled in bed. Soon she was fastasleep.When Jenna woke up, it was already after 5:00. She sat up like a shot whenshe remembered, “Judge Landers!” She scrambled for the phone and thenfumbled through her purse the judges phone number. She quickly dialed thenumber and listened for its ring. A bolt of electricity shot up her spineas wondered what she would say and equally important, she wondered what thejudge wanted.Jenna heard the judge’s voice come on the line with the customary ‘hello’and she nervously replied, “J-judge Landers, this is Jenna Tarp…fromSt. Monica’s.””Oh yes, Ms. Tarp,” Judge Landers began somberly, “I’ll get right to thepoint. I want you to meet me tonight. After today’s discussion at theschool, I want to discuss how you think we should proceed.”Jenna almost peed herself. She felt faint and couldn’t breathe. She thoughther heart stopped. What did all that mean? Was she going to jail? Shegasped deeply and closed her eyes and she tried to compose herself. Barelyable to hold the phone to her ear, she answered, “Uh, o-okay, where wouldyou like to meet?”Jenna shakily wrote down the address of a local pub the judgerecommended. She hung up the phone and grabbed her chest. What did thejudge mean when she said, ‘and dress like you would for school, exceptnicer?’ Jenna asked herself as she jumped in the shower.Jenna was very nervous as she rummaged through her closet looking forsomething to wear. Her mind was filled with questions causing her tons ofanxiety. She wasn’t thinking clearly as she dressed. She picked out a bluesleeveless mini-dress that had a deep cut in the back and clung to her likea glove. The judge had said to dress ‘nice’ so the place she was going towas undoubtedly upscale. She slipped on a pair of her favorite thong styleundies before pulling on the dress.Jenna checked her appearance in the mirror before slipping on her matchingpumps. Even she was impressed at how she looked. The blue stretchy dressfollowed every glorious curve and showed off her exquisite physique in avery sexy way. “H-m-m,” Jenna hummed, “Maybe I can hook myself up with aman tonight,” grinning, she said aloud. She tossed her hair, applied somemake-up and her favorite lipstick, grabbed her purse and keys and headedout.She told the judge she’d meet her at 7:00 sharp and judging by the part oftown she was going to, she had just enough time. Darkness had alreadyfallen and a light misty drizzle had begun as she drove.Arriving in the part of town where the directions led, Jenna peered throughrain soaked windows looking for street names and addresses. The section oftown was pretty run down and Jenna wondered if she’d gotten the addresswrong. The rhythmic sound of the wiper blades as they squished back andforth was making Jenna nervous. She turned the radio on softly as adistraction.As the addresses counted down closer to her destination, the seedier thearea became. Parked cars checkered both sides of the dimly litstreet. One-story businesses with neon signs in the windows lined the leftside of the street and old homes lined the right. Large dark maple treesgrew along the street in front of almost every house. They stretched highabove the street and almost provided a canopy.The rain stopped as Jenna slowed her car as she approached the address forthe bar. She slowly pulled her car to right when she saw a neon ‘Bud’ signin the window. “Is this the place? My gawd, it’s awful,” Jenna muttered toherself. She felt a creepy sense of nervousness as she checked her face inthe rear view mirror. She looked up and down the dark vacant street beforeshe opened the door. She took a deep breath, pushed it open and dashedacross the street slamming the car door shut as she ran.She pushed open the door to the bar and walked in. The bar was very darkand trimmed with dark stained wood. The long, stool lined bar sat to theleft and was attended by a rather tall woman with a short buzz cut. Jennafelt the eyes of the few patrons inside, as the spring door slammed noisilybehind her and startled her. Jenna looked around the bar, which was smalland had only a few candlelit tables to her right, a pool table straight inthe back and a few booths along the far wall past the tables.Jenna felt very uncomfortable as she took a few steps inside and heard thesoft music from a jukebox playing in the background. Her stomach tightenedand she held her breath when she felt like the bartender was staring ather. The mirrored wall behind the bartender was decorated with glassware,liquor bottles, and few neon beer signs. The whole place was dark exceptfor the small amount of track lighting behind the bar and the light overthe pool table in back.Jenna jumped and gasped when she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her. Sheturned quickly to see the taller Judge Landers.”We’re over here, Ms. Tarp,” the judge said matter-of-factly, pullingJenna’s arm.The way the judge led her toward the booth with her strong grip, Jenna feltlike a c***d being taken to her room. The judge was so much taller than shewas, it may have even looked like that, she told herself. Jenna sensed shewould be scolded like a c***d too. Mentally she prepared herself for theworse.As Jenna stumbled along under the physical control of Judge Landers, shenoticed the bar had only a few pairs of women in it and guessed it wasprobably some ‘Ladies Night’ since it was Tuesday. She felt their eyes onher as the judge led her to their booth. Jenna felt strangely naked likeshe was being stripped of her clothes by their eyes. A shiver ran down herspine and her nipples sprang to erectness. She hated when thathappened. Her nipples seemed to do that at the worst times and always sentthe wrong message.The judge pushed Jenna into the booth and sat down across from her. “Icalled you here to discuss what you did at the school, the ramificationsand a resolution,” Judge Landers firmly stated.Jenna felt her heart skip a beat and her face get flush. She didn’t knowwhat to say, in fact, she couldn’t speak.”First off, I need to know if you followed my instructions to the letter,”started the judge.Jenna didn’t know what she meant and looked puzzled. Her mind was clutteredwith worry and anxiety and she couldn’t process cryptic messages. “W-whatdo you mean,” asked a confused Jenna.”Did you dress in the SAME manner as you do for school? Let me cut right tothe chase, Ms. Tarp, are you wearing underwear?” the judge inquired.Jenna was shocked. She didn’t know what to say. Why would she ask aboutsomething so private? Certainly the judge expected her to WEARunderwear. Any respectable woman would do that and she was certainlyrespectable. Confidently she answered, “Yes.”Judge Landers expression changed to a scowl, “Get them off, NOW!” sheordered.”W-what?” Jenna squeaked.In a loud voice, easily drawing attention to them in the small confines ofthe bar, the judge repeated, “I said, get them off, NOW!”Jenna winced at the loudness of the statement and looked around to see ifanyone had heard. Much to her embarrassment, everyone was now staring inher direction. Jenna froze as she felt all eyes in the room bore in onher. She didn’t know what to do. Her humiliation gripped her muscles andshe couldn’t move. She couldn’t believe the judge was serious. Even thoughthe judge had a look of anger on her face, Jenna couldn’t believe shereally meant ‘now’.She tried to scrunch down in the bench to hide. Why did she have to haveher back in the corner and be facing the whole room? Everyone could see herclearly. She wished she was sitting where the judge was, so she could beout of sight from the bar patrons. If the judge WAS serious and she wantedher to take her panties off right then, everyone would be able to see herdo it.Jenna poured through her options. Her heart beating faster as her time ranout. She had to decide what to do and quick. What would happen if she said’no’? She reasoned the judge would freak out and maybe even have herarrested. Hell, she might do that anyway, she told herself. Jenna squirmedin her seat when she thought about being arrested.When the judge yelled, “NOW!” Jenna leaped into action. Without thinkingshe reached up her dress and yanked her panties to her knees and quicklykicked them on the floor. Panting with fear at being yelled at she huffed,”OKAY, they’re off.”Judge Landers needed to establish her control over the young teacherimmediately. She wanted the young budding lesbian slut to know exactly whowas in charge and why. Sternly she began, “Ms. Tarp, you have committedmany crimes that are punishable by several YEARS in prison. You have takenindecent liberties with a minor, **** of minor c***d and indecent exposureto name a few. These are serious crimes.”Jenna’s heart raced with fear. She expected Judge Landers to tell her shewould be arrested, charged and convicted before being tossed inprison. Jenna’s mind fought images of **** by women and prison guards asshe sat there contemplating her future. She tried to listen as the judgecontinued.”Ms. Tarp, do you want to go to prison?” asked the judge.Jenna knew the answer to that question, “N-no, please don’t send me toprison. I’ll do ANYTHING to stay out of jail,” she pleaded, her eyesfilling with tears. Jenna was serious. She did NOT want to go to prison andshe would serve any kind of community service, for however long if shecould just stay out of prison. She knew the judge could probably pullstrings and keep her out, so she would willingly clean her toilets to doso, she told herself.”Good. I was hoping you’d feel that way,” purred the judge. “I think I needto put you to a little test, first, to see if you’re really serious aboutdoing ANYTHING to stay out of prison.”Jenna felt a sudden burst of hope. She WAS willing to do whatever the judgewanted. She’d wait tables, get coffee, clean her house, wash clothes, heck,she k**ded herself, she’d even do windows! For the first time in two daysshe felt like she was getting a break and she began to relax. “I’ll doit. Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” insisted a more confident Jenna.”Okay then,” started the judge, her voice lowering to an almost inaudiblelevel, “I want you to go into that bathroom,” she said thumbing over hershoulder, “and proposition the first female that comes in there. Tell heryou want to eat her out, just like that, ‘eat her out’. Got it?”blood rushed from Jenna’s brain and settled in her feet. She couldn’tconcentrate anymore. Did she hear her right? Was she supposed to go into apublic bathroom and proposition some stranger and tell her she wanted to’eat her out’! My gawd, that was disgusting! Jenna was totally embarrassedthat she had been so naive as to not think about THAT possibility. Why didshe agree to do ‘ANYTHING’ before she knew what it was? What an idiot shewas!As she thought about how horrible the request was, she balanced it againsther options: prison. Her heart sank as realized she really DIDN’T have anoption. She slumped in her seat as the realization set in. She began tofeel sick. She pictured herself sticking her tongue into some strangers’vagina and almost vomited.Reluctantly, Jenna had to agree. She could do this, she told herself as shetried to muster up strength. She glanced around the room to see who itmight be. Would it be the bartender? Or how about one of the twobiker-looking chicks drinking beer? Or maybe one of the twobusiness-looking women sitting together at the table? She shuddered at thethought of it being ANY of them.As Jenna convinced herself that doing this disgusting act was better thanprison, she felt a familiar twinge. “What was that?” Jenna questionedherself, appalled that she would even feel the SLIGHTEST sense of arousalfor being forced to do something so repulsive!She shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts. She knew she’d have todo this. As she stared at the judge, who stared back, she felt like a k**who’d just gotten caught stealing. She knew she was wrong and she’d have topay the price. Sheepishly, she looked down and whispered, “Okay, I’ll doit.”Jenna pushed her knees off the side of the bench, stood up, straightenedher dress and headed toward the bathroom. She felt the eyes of the roomfollow her every step and she burst out with goose bumps and her nipplessprang to hardness. Damn, she hated that. “Why did that happen now?” shescolded herself.With each step she took, her large breasts bounced up and down causing hernipples to abrade on the coarse material of her dress. The sensation wasincredible and she wondered why she hadn’t worn it more often. “NO!” shescreamed in her mind, “NOW is NOT the time to think like that!” and shequickly gathered her thoughts again.She pushed open the door to the bathroom and entered the dimly lit, filthyroom. One dirty sink positioned under a small vanity mirror, was in thenear corner and two door-less stalls were against the opposite wall. Thefloor was covered in chipped red paint that led to a dirty drain in middleof the floor. The wall next to the sink that was opposite the stalls wasscratched and scribbled with nasty graffiti messages. Jenna wanted to vomitat the smell of the place. Out of curiosity she looked in the stalls at thedirty, encrusted toilets, filthy with brown rings.She quickly became very afraid and regretted her decision. She figured thatanyone that would use a bathroom this disgusting was probably diseasedthemselves. She envisioned a woman’s dirty pussy in her face and shegagged. Why did she ever agree to do this? What was she thinking? Couldprison be this bad? Maybe she should tell the judge she changed her mindand she’d rather take her chances in court.Jenna was startled back into reality when she heard the door fly open andbang hard against the back wall. She turned around quickly and saw not onebut BOTH biker-chicks walk in.”What are you looking at, bitch?” said the first to enter, in a gruff manlysounding voice.”N-nothing,” stammered a frightened Jenna.”Are calling me NOTHING?” asked the first, larger chick. Speaking to hershorter, rounder friend the tall biker chick said, “This bitch just calledme NOTHING.”Jenna wanted to bolt for the door but it was being blocked by the shorterone. She was trembling with fear as the two ambled closer. Jenna’s heartwas pounding faster and harder as she backed up. She jumped when her backcontacted the cold cinder block wall opposite the stalls. She tried tocover herself from the leering eyes of the two mean looking women.As the two pressed in closer to the trembling young teacher, now huddlingagainst the wall, the tall one snarled, “Well I think YOU’RE nothing. Let’ssee what you got on under that pretty dress of yours.”Jenna panicked. She was frozen with fear and she begged,”please…don’t…please leave me alone, PLEASE!” Jenna clutched her handstightly to her chest in a vain attempt to cover her huge breasts andprotect herself.Jenna felt the two large women lean against her, one of each side. Thesmell of stale beer on their breath almost made her puke. She flinched whenshe felt a cold hand touch both her thighs on the out side of her legs. Shegrimaced as their weight pushed her hard against the wall, pinning herhelplessly.Jenna didn’t understand why the large one started a slow count.”One…two…” she began, “THREE!”At that, both biker chicks ripped up on the hem of Jenna’s dress and pulledit over her head and completely off her body. Jenna gasped loudly as thedress left her body, pulling her arms from protective cover, and was tossedbehind the two. Now she was completely naked in front of these two hulkingwomen. She tried to cover herself as best she could, but despite her bestefforts her breasts were hanging in full view and her pinched knees didlittle to hide her tiny muff.Jenna huffed with breathless fear as she tried to scrunch down fromview. Jenna wanted to scream, but couldn’t.Each biker took one of Jenna’s arms and forced it overhead and pinned itagainst the wall. Jenna’s breasts were pushed outward since her back had toarch.Jenna tried to squirm under the pressure against her arms, but her feetwere almost dangling off the ground.With their free hands the bikers groped the young teacher’s firmflesh. They massaged her breasts, ran their hands up and down her taughtstomach, brushing lightly over her soft pubic mound and down across herthighs.Jenna continued to struggle but something strange began to happen. She felther skin become covered in goose bumps as the twos hands wandered. “Whatwas happening?” she begged herself for an answer. “T-this can’t be!” shescreamed in her mind, as she wriggled against the wall. Despite her bestefforts to fight off the unintended arousal, it didn’t work. She couldn’tbelieve it.She let out a loud gasp when she felt the shorter one’s mouth clamp ontoher breast and begin to suckle her nipple. She looked down as the womanintensified her sucking and pulling on her nipple and let out another moan,”O-o-o-o-h-h-h.”The tall one asked in a rhetorical manner, “you like this, don’t youbitch?” and she slid her hand over Jenna’s soft pubic area and pushed hermiddle digit into the soft moist flesh. “Oh yeah, you like it.”Jenna was mortified. How could that be? She continued to wriggle againstthe unwanted touches of these two women but somehow she still got wet!Jenna didn’t understand it. Her mind was clouded with questions for whichshe didn’t have answers. All she knew was that the tall one was rightsomehow.Jenna’s confusion continued, as did the digital probe and the a****listicsucking on her breast. As her struggling turned to writhing, Jenna lookeddown and watched the woman suck her breast with reckless abandon. Jennafelt sweat forming against the once cold cement wall as her breathingchanged to panting. She didn’t understand any of it. Her mind was tellingher one thing but her body was reacting in a completely different mannerand IT was winning! Her head rolled from side-to-side as the intensity ofher arousal built toward orgasm.The two bikers were relentless. Jenna was reaching the edge and shewouldn’t be able to fight it much more. Being ****d by two biker chicks ina filthy bathroom of a bar wasn’t enough to deter the overwhelmingsensations her body was receiving. When she felt the hot breath of the tallone whisper in her ear,”Go ahead and cum, bitch, it’s okay.”Jenna released a rush of sloppy orgasmic liquid all over the tall one’shand, “A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h”. Jenna’s pussyinvoluntarily pulsated with squirts of love juice as she ground her hipsagainst the middle finger.The tall one retracted her slimy finger from the young teacher, sniffed itand pushed it into Jenna’s mouth saying, “Suck it bitch.”Jenna woozy from the intensity of the orgasm willingly sucked on the bikersfinger. She lapped and bathed it with her tongue, “M-m-m-m-m-m,” not reallythinking about what she was doing. Jenna had never tasted herself beforeand convinced herself that the delectable flavor was just the biker’sfinger, not herself.Jenna wanted to sleep but the two bikers grabbed her arms and held herbetween them. As they headed to the exit, the tall one grabbed her dressoff the floor. They pushed open the door and shoved the young teacher backinto the bar, tossing her dress in the direction of the judge.Jenna not fully aware of her circumstances and banged into a couple tables,as she stumbled across the room. Her breasts banging wildly fromside-to-side, she tried to cover herself as best she could as she slowlyregained her faculties. Jenna stumbled for the sanctity of the booth andJudge Landers when she heard the tall biker say,”She’s all yours, your Honor.”As Jenna’s first week at her new school, St. Monica’s, neared its end, sherecanted some of the horrible events that made it so memorable. As she satin her first period classroom waiting for the day to begin, she couldn’thelp but feel responsible somehow. She was convinced that such things justdidn’t ‘happen’ and she must have a played a role in their realization.But, she sighed, she HAD learned a lot here. She had learned how to act inher first period class so as not to raise Trisha’s anger, she had learnedthat doing whatever the girls in her second period gym class wanted was thebest way to avoid further trouble AND she’d learned that sister Ann was astrict disciplinarian and she would not hesitate to correct poor behaviorfrom students OR teachers.Jenna really respected sister Ann for that. She not only looked up to thepretty nun physically (since she was so much shorter) but also admiringly.She longed to be like her someday.Jenna gathered up some papers she needed to make copies of and headed tothe main office. She walked in and gave polite ‘good morning’ nods to thestaff that was already there and went into the copy room where the copierwas.Standing there making copies, still reflecting on her first week, Jennagasped, “Oh,” when she felt a small cool hand cup her ass crack and slideunder her.”Don’t move,” came a familiar sounding voice.Jenna froze as the hand massaged her bare, panty-less ass. It took her asecond, but she soon recognized the voice as Trisha’s. Fear gripped theyoung teacher as she tried to fight the sensation the youth’s hand wasgiving her. Jenna didn’t dare move. She feared discovery and if sheresisted, she’d undoubtedly call attention to themselves and there’d bequestions – lots of questions.Jenna’s mind, filled with uncertainty, wondered how the youth had snuck inbehind her so quietly and how she even new she was in there at all. Jennaleaned forward and placed her hands on the copier for balance as Trishaslowly stroked her ass.Jenna could feel her skirt ride up in the back and get trapped on the younggirls’ wrist. She feared someone could see Trisha’s hand under her skirtand her own bare ass showing. Jenna was afraid someone would walk in andsee the depravity so she took a small step to her left to position herselfdirectly in front of the teen and hide the teens’ arm from view while shedid her work. When Jenna did that, she had to spread her feet a little,this allowed Trisha to push her hand farther underneath Jenna.Jenna moaned and bit her lower lip when she felt Trisha’s hand cup herpussy. Jenna didn’t want to get caught like this. She closed her eyes andheld her breath and tried to clear her mind. How could she stop theteenager from doing this? This was much too risky to be doing here. It wasone thing to let her do things like this to her in her own classroom, butHERE in the COPY ROOM, with staff all around? This was CRAZY! Jenna’s heartpounded with anxiety.Jenna felt flushed and confused. How could she stop this, or even shouldshe? If she protested, what would Trisha do? Jenna didn’t feel like she hada choice. If she didn’t let the youth have her way she might freak out andcause a scene that could lead to her getting fired or worse. “How longcould it last anyway?” she asked herself between gulps of air.A small squeal came from Jenna when she felt Trisha’s finger slide throughher moist slit. Jenna was reluctantly feeling arousal and her pussy wasgetting wetter by the second. She hated it when she allowed that to happento herself. That was the only explanation that made sense to her. She wasALLOWING it to happen. Willing or not, she was feeling arousal and hermoistening pussy confirmed it.Jenna closed her eyes, leaned forward on the copier and rose up on hertoes. Why did she do that? This teenager was feeling her up in the copyroom at school and she was giving her better access! What was wrong withher? Jenna’s heart was pounding as her warmth increased. She was feelinglight-headed and confused.Why was Trisha doing this to her? Why wouldn’t she just leave her alone?Why did she always have to touch her…down there? Jenna hated the idea ofa young girl doing that to her, but even her hatred couldn’t overcome thesensations she was feeling.Jenna was almost panting. Her taught stomach heaving as the small handtoyed with her womanhood. Jenna inhaled deeply when she felt Trisha’s handtwisting in between her legs and then her fingers spread. She knew Trishawanted her to open her legs more, but she just couldn’t, she shouldn’t.This whole scene was completely wrong and sick. There is NO WAY she shouldeven be feeling arousal like this, at least not NOW!Jenna’s pussy was leaking like a sieve. Wetness coated both sides of herinner thighs AND Trisha’s hand. As much as she wanted to resist Trisha’surging to open her legs, it felt like the right thing to do. She knew sheshouldn’t but she felt she had too. “Trisha might tell right?” she weaklytold herself.Jenna dropped her head forward and held her breath. She spread her feet toshoulder width and arched her back.Trisha knew she had her teacher right where she wanted her. She was goingto make her cum right here in the copy room whether somebody came in ornot. She would make her do sick things afterward too. She leaned againsther young teachers back and whispered in her ear, “Hold still now.”Jenna held her breath, closed her eyes and pushed her ass backward. Shegasped, “O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h,” when she felt Trisha’s finger push into heranus. Jenna’s head snapped back as the thin finger pushed deeply into hertight ass. Her butt cheeks tightened automatically in response to thedigital intrusion.Just then a voice came from behind the two, “How long are you going to be?I need to make copies, too.””Yeah, me too,” came a second voice.Jenna gasped noticeably and she straightened a little as her ass squeezeddown hard on Trisha’s finger, but the whirr of the copier masked heraudible shock.”Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you dear. I just need to know how long you’llbe,” asked the voice again.Jenna’s heart raced and her anus held a death grip on Trisha’s finger whenshe thought they’d been discovered. She broke out in an immediate sweat anddidn’t know what to do. Trisha grabbed Jenna’s upper arm with her free handand showed no desire to remove her finger from Jenna’s ass. Jenna dare nottry to turn around because Trisha had positive control of her arm, not tomention her finger in her ass.Jenna could feel Trisha taking great pleasure in her dilemma. Trisha keptwriggling her finger around in her ass causing her to gasp each time. Jennaknew she had to answer the staff member, but without air, how could she?She prayed the staff member couldn’t tell what was going on.Trisha’s finger was driving her crazy, she felt like she may explode anysecond, but she had to answer the question. Jenna sucked in a small amountof air and choked, “Just…a…few…more…minutes!””Okay, I’ll wait then,” came the reply.Jenna was mortified. The probing finger was more than she could take, butthere was no way in the world she could cum with a staff member standingright behind her.Flashing lights from the copy machine as it repeated pass after pass, addedto Jenna’s light show in her mind. She was beginning to see stars as theliquid wall within her pressed up hard against her loin. The pressure inher lower abdomen was immense.When the machine stopped briefly, Jenna slapped the ‘PRINT’ button hard. Inher mind, she knew things should stop, but her body just wouldn’t letthem. Jenna sucked air when the rhythmic beat of the copier coincided withthe repeated insertions of Trisha’s finger.Jenna tried to make the whole scene go away in her mind and then Trishawould waken her senses with another push into her ass. Jenna was fighting alosing battle and she leaned against the copier for support. She fought thegasps as Trisha repeatedly pumped her finger into the now lubricatedasshole. Jenna wanted to scream, but had to bite her lip instead. Her mindwas going crazy trying to decide how she could cum without having thisperson right behind her know. It wasn’t a matter of wanting to cum anymore;it was a matter of NEED. She needed to cum and there wasn’t a damn thingshe or anybody else could do about it.Jenna quietly but firmly arched her back and lifted her head back as Trishafinger fucked her ass. Jenna wondered if the staff member could tell byTrisha’s arm movement what she was doing; but somehow didn’t careanymore. She was cumming and she HAD to let it go!Jenna bit down on both lips when she felt her pussy spasm and expel lovejuice. She wanted to rock her hips, but knew that would be too obvious soshe had to settle for letting her anus contract on Trisha’s finger as shelet out a muffled, “M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m.”Jenna dropped her head forward as the last of the contractions in her pussyand ass began to subside. She let out a soft sigh when she felt Trisha’sfinger retract from her sloppy wet ass hole. She opened her eyes and triedto gather her thoughts and composure.She blinked a few times to shake off the effects of her orgasm withoutmoving or drawing attention to herself.Trisha could hear the two staff members talking to each other behindher. She knew they probably weren’t paying too much attention to her andJenna, so she took the opportunity to twist the helpless young teacheraround so they stood face-to-face.Spent and embarrassed, Jenna was easily spun around. She couldn’t see thetwo people behind Trisha because she wasn’t quite tall enough. Jenna tiltedher head so that one eye peered over Trisha’s shoulder and she saw two nunteachers waiting in line with concerned looks on their faces as theychatted amongst themselves and peeked out of the corner of their eyes ather and Trisha.Jenna felt scared as the teen leaned against her and stared straight downinto her eyes. She watched as the teen carefully held her hand so that itcouldn’t be seen from behind and looked at the finger that she had used tofuck her ass. She watched Trisha run the finger under her nose and inhaledeeply.”My finger smells like shit, now,” Trisha whispered, “you’d better clean itoff for me,” she said as she pointed the index finger at Jenna’s mouth,well hidden behind her shoulder. “Open up,” she mouthed.Jenna shuddered at the thought of having to do such a disgusting act withnun’s standing right in front of her not ten feet away, only partiallyblocked from view. Even though she knew they probably couldn’t see her doit, it didn’t matter. She didn’t want to suck on ‘the’ finger, hell, ‘any’finger that had been in her ass. But she was too scared to resist and herheart pounded with fear and humiliation, as reluctantly opened her mouth alittle.Trisha pushed her finger into Jenna’s warm, moist cavity past her soft, redlips and whispered, “Suck it.”As the shit coated finger passed her lips, Jenna gagged at the taste. She’dnever tasted shit before and now she knew why. She wanted to throw up butshe thought better of it. She closed her eyes and grimaced as Trishatwisted the finger inside her mouth and looped it around her tongue. Withthe sour taste pummeling her taste buds and forcing her to salivate, Jennaopened her eyes in wide-eyed shock when she realized she’d voluntarilysealed her lips around the base of Trisha’s finger. Jenna’s saliva mixedwith fecal matter and became a bitter mixture that she swished with hertongue, as she bathed the twisting probe and rinsed it clean. Jennaunwittingly massaged the knuckle and nail with her tongue, scr****g freeany loose deposits.Jenna sucked in and swallowed as Trisha withdrew her freshly bathedfinger. She heard Trisha sigh deeply with a soft moan, “M-m-m-m-m-m,” whenJenna’s lips smacked. Jenna licked her lips to gather in the few remainingdroplets and relaxed when Trisha released the pressure and whispered toher, “Good girl.”When Trisha released her, Jenna, humiliated and degraded, turned quickly,gathered her copies and scurried off to class, weeping as she went.Jenna’s first week of school was nearly over. A couple more classes and shewas outa there for the weekend.Sitting in the office of the gym, she had already hustled her second periodclass outside to go do, whatever. The agreement she’d made with themenabled her to relax while they went and played. She replayed the scenewith Trisha this morning and she squirmed in her chair. She remembered whatit felt like to have Trisha’s finger in her ass and she felt guilty. Shefelt guilty because of the way if made her feel. For some unknown reasonshe almost – liked it.Jenna shuddered and shook her head. She had to get those thoughts out ofher mind! It was totally inappropriate of her to enjoy the sensations ofhaving another female, a minor female at that, insert her finger in herass. Despite her best efforts to displace the memories she shivered attheir eroticism. She was slipping into a fantasy world where she had nobusiness being. Her body warmed, her vagina moistened and she could feelher breathing shallow as she sighed and closed her eyes.Suddenly she was jolted back to reality when the locker room door flewopen. The girls began to file in and head for their lockers. Jenna lookedat the time and noted that the period was only half over. She stepped tothe office door and reminded the girls of the time.The leader of the class peaked out from behind her locker and said, “weknow,” as she pulled her sweater off and began to unbutton her blouse.It was obvious to Jenna that the girls were preparing to take their showersbecause they were all undressing. What confused her was why they were doingit so early. “Uh, excuse me girls,” Jenna said, “but why are you takingshowers so early?”None of the girls responded, they just kept undressing. In minutes thewhole class was naked standing outside the shower with towels in hand.Jenna watched the unusual procession with liberal curiosity. She felt atingling in her loin as she stared at the line of naked young teenagegirls. She blinked several times to shake the effect of the unwanted andinappropriate arousal she felt, but it wouldn’t go away. “How can this be?”she asked herself, “these are young teenage girls. It’s just not okay tolook at them like this,” she told herself as she stared at the nubile youngbodies.When the class leader turned toward her, Jenna felt her stomach tighten.Anxiety began to creep into her mind as she wondered what the girl wanted.Jenna’s once chipper, aroused disposition now turned to concern as the girlapproached her.”Okay, for today’s fun we want you to shower with us, so you should takeyour clothes off and get in now,” said the girl.Jenna didn’t like the idea of showering with a bunch of teenage girls,especially the way she was just feeling. She was an adult and it justwasn’t something she was supposed to do. Society dictates appropriatebehavior and for her to shower with a bunch of girls is simply is notokay. She wanted to turn the girls down and tell them ‘no’, but she knewthey had her under their thumb and she had agreed to do whatever they asked’or else’. I mean it wasn’t like SHE was asking to shower with them, THEYwere asking HER.Jenna struggled with idea before reluctantly agreeing. She felt her skingrow cold as she unbuttoned her blouse in front of the leering c***dren.She could feel their eyes as she opened her blouse and quickly turned herback on them. This just wasn’t right and she really felt uncomfortable.Her fingers shook as she fumbled with her zipper and clasp on her skirt,while trying to keep herself covered and out of sight. She looked back overher shoulder as she began to lower her skirt and saw every eye focused onher backside. Even though all the girls stood there naked in front of her,she still felt uncomfortable being naked in front of them. Her stomach didflip-flops as she held her breath and dropped her skirt to the floor. Shescrunched over covering her bountiful breasts and pussy with her hands andarms as much as possible.Slowly she turned around, red-faced and embarrassed. On one hand, Jennadidn’t want to do this, but on the other, what choice did she have? Shereasoned that things could be worse. ‘Showering’ wasn’t that bad, at leastnot by comparison to ‘other’ things.Jenna scooted along the wall keeping her backside to the tan colored tileas she made her way to the shower. Other than the echoing from the tile andceramic construction, you could have heard a pin drop in there. She feltthe class’ eyes boring in on her as she rounded the shower room door andstepped onto the light brown floor. Her petite slender frame was shorterthan most of the girls in the class and their size intimidated the youngteacher. But for some reason she kept feeling that familiar twinge betweenher legs as she watched them, watch her and their tallness seemed to add toher building excitement. The girls stood silently as Jenna stood therepartially covering herself, her blonde hair hanging seductively over oneshoulder.The powerful class leader stepped in front of the line of girl’s waitingpatiently at the shower room door, her thin frame and pale skin provided aheavenly backdrop for her perky pink nipples that jutted from her smallbudding breasts. She looked in at Jenna, who stood there uselessly tryingto cover herself and in a stern tone told Jenna, “Lie down.”Jenna didn’t know what to think. What did she mean, ‘lie down’? Jenna’smind filled with questions. Why? Why should she lie on the floor? Jennasimply did not understand the request and shivered at the thought of herbody touching the cold brown tile, but felt an even more powerful surge atbeing commanded to lie on a dirty shower room floor by the young teen.Jenna was getting more and more confused by the second. Her mind filledwith conflicting thoughts and she struggled with what was right and whatwas wrong. She needed help so she sheepishly asked, “why?””Because, dodo, we’re going to give you a shower,” the class leader saidrather gleefully.Her mind fogged by disorder, Jenna simply did as she was told. The hard,ice-cold floor made her shiver and her nipples turn to rocks. Her largebreasts flattened as she stretched out on her back, propped up on herelbows and looked up at the line of girls in doorway. Jenna had all butgiven up on trying to cover herself. The prying eyes of the teenage girlshad given Jenna a warm pleasure created by their seeming approval. “We’reall girls in here, right?” she convinced herself. She feared someone mightnotice her growing wetness, but figured she’d get wet soon enough anyway,so she ignored it and let her legs fall open a bit.Her shapely figure, smooth pale skin and sparsely haired blonde bushbrought wide-eyed looks of delight from the line of girls. Heads tiltedside-to-side as the girl’s attempted to steal looks at their teacher’snudity. Faces filled with envious stares; their eyes roamed her tight body,shapely legs and large breasts.Jenna’s heart beat faster as she looked into the eyes of the studentsstaring back at her. She sensed her arousal growing. She didn’t understandwhy she seemed to like them looking at her so much. It was all soconfusing. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. She sighed deeply and let herleg fall a little further open. She held her breath when the girls’ eyesdropped to her vagina. She knew they could probably see her swollen slit asit began to flower with arousal. For the first time in her life, she hadthe urge to touch herself in public.Jenna paused when she heard the class leader say, “who’s first?” which wasfollowed by cries of “me, me!” from jumping girls waving their hands overtheir heads. The room, which was quiet for the longest time now eruptedwith excited chatter, laughing and building anticipation.Wrapped up in her own arousal and building wetness, Jenna, didn’t graspwhat was happening as the first girl stepped over her and straddled herchest. Still confused, Jenna looked up at the girl, who in turn looked downher own stomach at Jenna. Jenna saw a grin grace the girls’ face as shesquatted slightly and began to piss.The girl tilted her head back and sighed with a long, “aaaaahhhhh,” as shebegan to drain her bladder on her gym teacher.The fogginess that shrouded Jenna’s mind, was jarred as the girl’s hot pisssplashed off her chest and tits and drained to the floor. Jenna lay therein a state of shock and couldn’t move. She could feel the splatter hittingher face so she grimaced and held her breath. Jenna couldn’t believe it!She strained to breathe through her nose so as not to open her mouth.As the first girl pissed on Jenna, the other girls cheered andclapped. When she finished she stepped off Jenna and gave the others inline a ‘thumbs up’.When Jenna felt the stream stop she opened one eye only to see a secondgirl straddle her, she cried, “Please don’t…” but no sooner had shegotten the words out than the second girls’ piss rained down upon her. Onceagain, she grimaced, held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. The warmpiss coated her chilly skin and warmed her. As much as the act itselfdisgusted her, the warmth made it seem okay somehow.After just a few girls, she found herself actually wanting them to pee onher. She didn’t like to be cold and their piss was keeping her warm.When the class leader saw that Jenna wasn’t resisting and giving her thereaction she had hoped for, she knelt down beside her and grabbed her longblonde hair, shook her head angrily and said, “You like this, Ms. Tarp?”Jenna didn’t know how to respond. She hated the idea of being peed on, butit WAS keeping her warm. Like it or not, she didn’t dare admit it becausewho knows where that might lead. But on the other hand, she didn’t feelcomfortable lying in a Catholic school either. I mean, she didn’t ‘like it’like it, but she didn’t hate it either. She just didn’t like being coldthat was all. Jenna shook her head; she couldn’t believe she was havingthis discussion with herself at all.When Jenna didn’t respond quickly enough, the class leader shook her headviolently and screeched in disbelief, “You DO like it!”Jenna wanted to plead her innocence to the young charge, but didn’t havetime. She heard the class leader order the next girl to ‘piss on her face’.Jenna’s eyes pleaded with the young ringleader as Jenna watched the nextpetite young girl straddle her head and squat down right over her face. Thenearly bald pussy spread slightly as the girl squat and Jenna pleaded,”Please, no I don’t…” but Jenna’s plea’s were drowned in urine as thegirl’s hot stream splattered off Jenna’s lips and mouth! She gurgled as theurine filled her mouth and tried in vain to spit it out, “Ph-t-t,ph-t-t”. The more she tried to spit out, the more seemed to replace it. Shetried to turn her face away from the downspout of piss but the class leaderheld her head until the girl stopped.The salty taste of the girl’s urine wasn’t nearly as bad as she hadenvisioned urine would taste. She knew from biology that urine wouldn’tkill her; in fact it was almost sterile and bacteria-free.Jenna blinked her eyes to clear her vision of piss droplets and watched thenext girl straddle her head and squat down. She looked up as thethin-legged girl squatted down and used her fingers to open her tinyteenage slit. For some reason, Jenna didn’t fear the torment of beingpissed on anymore. The class leader still held her hair as the girlpositioned herself over Jenna’s mouth. Jenna lay motionless on the showerfloor and looked up. A slow change from fear to acceptance came overJenna’s face when she made up her mind not to struggle. She wasn’t sure whyshe suddenly decided to let the class piss on her like that, but she did.Jenna seemed to have crossed into some new and uncharted territory. Sheknew if the girls wanted to take turns pissing on her, they could. Shesimply did not have a choice in the matter. She was at their mercy and HADto do WHATEVER they asked. So why fight it? She would end up having to doit anyway, so why waste the energy and struggle? She knew they wanted todegrade her and they were doing it. What choice did she have? The wholesituation was unreal.Jenna opened her mouth wide as the girl began to pee. She captured as muchof the golden liquid in her mouth as it would take before spilling out andthen she swallowed and reopened her mouth to capture the residual.Jenna blinked several times to clear the droplets off her eyelashes. Shelooked up at the class leader and willingly said, “You don’t have to holdme. I’ll drink urine if you want me too.”The class leader let go of Jenna’s hair, shocked, somewhat disappointed butturned on just the same. For some reason the girl believed Jenna.Jenna rolled onto her side before pushing herself to her knees andsquatting on her haunches. Using her finger, she motioned for the next girlin line to step forward. Jenna tilted her head back and opened hermouth. She was going to let every girl left in line, and there were atleast ten, use her as their own personal ‘human’ toilet. Jenna watched thegirl’s excited face as she straddled her teachers’ face and mounted herpussy on it.Jenna sighed at the feel of the girl’s warmth and softness. She closed hereyes and sighed into the soft flesh, “M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m.”The girl threw her head back with an, “aaaaaahhhhhhh,” as she released thecontents of her bladder into Ms. Tarp’s mouth.Jenna gagged a couple times as she choked down the girls’ urine, but shequickly got used to breathing through her nose while swallowing.Girl after girl pissed in Jenna’s mouth. She felt her tummy beginning toprotrude as her stomach filled with teenage girl piss.Seeing the girls giddily walk away after peeing in her mouth provided Jennawith a sort of sick sense of pride. She felt strangely elated that she hadsomehow made them happy. If this was all it took for her to be a success inher new school then so be it. She knew fro m that moment on that this wasgoing to be a good year.As the line of girls neared the end, Jenna had worked herself into afrenzy. Her pussy was dripping more and more, as each new girl straddledher face. She held onto their soft thighs, as she’d guide them down ontoher face. She loved making eye contact with them as they spread their legsand squatted down. It was so erotic she thought she might explode. Sheloved it when they’d watch her position her open mouth onto their hotlittle pussies. Jenna loved to make them squeal with delight when shesealed her mouth over their tight little cunts and then secretly swipe hertongue between their moist fleshy fold.Jenna couldn’t hold it any longer as the last couple of girls movedforward. She started to masturbate herself with her finger. She wasbreathing hard and could hardly contain her excitement at having just drunkhalf the class’ urine. She couldn’t believe it. She was so proud of herselffor doing something so nasty but so exciting.With her free hand Jenna quickly motioned the next girl to get on. She waspanting like a freight train and wanted to drink the last girls’ urine. Shewas on a mission she had to do.As the last two girls relieved themselves in Jenna’s mouth she looked atthe class as they stood in the doorway to the shower and gawked at herbuild herself toward orgasm.The girls watched their teacher diddle herself to orgasm while kneeling onthe shower room floor after having been pissed on and then drinking thegirls’ pee. When they heard Ms. Tarp cry out in orgasm,”oooooohhhhhhhhhhh,” as she collapsed on the floor, many of the girlsexchanged glances with confused looks on their faces.Jenna, in an orgasm-induced state of delirium after allowing them to pisson her and IN her, heard the girls’s talking amongst themselves as theyturned to get dressed. The statements shocked and tormented the haplessyoung teacher as she heard them saying things like,”Gawd, what sick bitch she is,””She’s scary.””How did she ever get a job here? She’s a real sicko.””That was gross.”The comments intermixed with disdain sounding giggles cut Jenna to thequick and she felt sick to her stomach. She wondered what she had just doneand she rolled onto her side and vomited piss by the bucket load before shefainted into u*********sness.Jenna felt awful. She had never been so depressed in her life. She barelyparticipated with her 3rd period gym class after suffering such ahumiliation in her 2nd.She didn’t know what happened to her. Somehow she had convinced herselfthat doing ANYTHING the girls in her 2nd period gym class asked of her wassomething she HAD to do. She blinked her eyes as they welled up with tearsas she pictured herself lying on the shower room floor and letting thegirls piss on her. And if that wasn’t bad enough, during the horrible,nasty chain of events she had somehow talked herself into believingthat…doing that was…some sort of “destiny” for her.Jenna felt ill again. Her mouth watered as she felt like vomiting when sheremembered the taste of urine. Urine she had WILLFULLY tasted! When thegirls began to urinate on her she began to convince herself that she shouldDRINK their urine! WHY? Why did she do that? “I must be really be sick!”she said to herself aloud.Jenna’s stomach was totally upset and no, it wasn’t simply because a couplehours earlier she had the urine of 10 or more girls in her stomach. It wasupset because she felt guilty and stupid.Jenna felt like she had to repent. She paced around the office frettingabout what to do. She kept wringing her hands together as she thought abouther options.She had crossed some weird barrier when she WILLFULLY drank urine and shedidn’t know where things would lead from that point forward, but she fearedthe worse. She pictured herself being subjected to all sorts of humiliatingacts and she started to weep. How could things have gone so wrong soquickly? Last week she was a normal girl who had just graduated fromcollege with her teaching certificate, near the top of her class, and afteronly ONE week here at St. Monica’s School for Girls she had allowed herselfto be humiliated and degraded beyond her wildest imagination! “And…” shegulped, she found herself almost LIKING some of it! Jenna burst into tearsand buried her face in her hands sobbing uncontrollably.Suddenly Jenna knew what she had to do. She had to find sister Ann andthrow herself at her mercy and ask for forgiveness. She had violated somany rules and as a result, violated sister Ann’s trust. sister Ann hadhired her expecting the best and to this point she had given her nothingbut trouble. She had put the school at risk because of her poor choices andthat simply wasn’t acceptable. “Gawd,” Jenna recalled, “I even forcedsister Ann to have to spank me!” Jenna sniveled as she felt another wave oftears coming.Jenna felt so guilty her stomach cringed. She took a deep breath, summonedher courage and headed to the office to see sister Ann. As she noisilyclicked her way through the vacant hallways with the high ceilings and darktrim, the echo of her shoes did little to drown out her worry. She worriedabout sister Ann’s reaction when she would beg her for forgiveness “andgrovel at her feet,” she smirked as she tried anything to lighten themoment and lessen her anxiety.As she approached the office door, Jenna paused and took a deep breath asher hand grasp the doorknob. She closed her eyes and replayed in her mindwhat she wanted to say when suddenly…the door opened!Jenna jumped back gasping when she saw sister Ann standing in the doorwayand not looking happy. Jenna went flush and froze with a wide-eyed startledlook on her face.”Jenna,” said an equally startled sister Ann, “just who I was lookingfor. Come in to my office I have something I want to tell you.”Jenna’s stomach did flip-flops and she felt like fainting. “This is it,”she told herself, “I’m fired.” Jenna recanted all the horrible events ofher first week at the school as she slowly shuffled toward sister Ann’soffice like a puppy with its tail between its legs. The memories flashedthrough her mind in rapid succession, each one causing her to feel morefaint and nauseous.As she entered the office, sister Ann sat behind her desk and crossed herlegs awaiting Jenna as she trailed behind. Her black-heeled boots thatlaced up to mid-calf and conformed to her leg exactly, protruded from underher thick black robe. She pulled up slightly on her dress so she couldfreely bob her foot unobstructed. She waited patiently as Jenna seemed topause in the doorway. “Jenna, please…” sister Ann said, implying thatJenna should hurry up and get in there.Jenna felt a huge emptiness inside as she stood outside the office andpaused. Her guilt at how disgraceful her behavior had been her first weekmade her skin crawl. She knew her time at the school was probably limitedand that sister Ann had probably decided that she’d had enough. Jenna feltawful that she only lasted a week! She felt like crying when she thoughtabout how she had planned on making teaching her career and now, after adreadful week, it was over. Her teaching career was over before it had evengotten started.Jenna wrung her icy hands together as she rehearsed her speech in her mindfor the last time. She would tell sister Ann that she understood howdisappointed she must have been in her and that she was ready to accept anypunishment the nun would choose.When Jenna crossed the threshold, everything changed in an instant. She sawthe diminutive sister sitting behind her desk and Jenna burst into tearsand threw herself at her feet. Jenna literally genuflected before the HeadMistress and hung herself on her foot. Jenna grabbed the ankle of sisterAnn and begged and pleaded, “Please sister, forgive me for I have sinned! Ihave performed poorly this week at the school and I will do anything tomake amends,” Jenna sobbed as tears splashed upon the nun’s boot.Jenna looked up at the nun, unwittingly caressing and rubbing her ankle andfoot as she pleaded with the nun for her job. “Please, don’t fire me,sister, I promise to do a better job. I promise.”sister Ann stared back at the pleading young woman. She tried to remaincomposed, but the way Ms. Tarp was holding her foot, rubbing it, strokingit, was sending goose bumps up her thigh. sister Ann blinked a few times asshe attempted to stay focused on the task at hand, but the sensations theyoung teacher was giving her by her inadvertent touching was leaving herspeechless. She tried to her best to clear her mind.Jenna, not seeing a positive reaction from sister Ann, feared theworst. She would do anything to keep her job and she knew she’d do a betterjob if only given the chance. How could she prove herself to the HeadMistress and show her that she meant business? Jenna struggled withquestion and searched for answers. Time was running out as she looked up atsister Ann and saw the blank stare on her face.As Jenna pleaded with sister Ann to let her have another chance promisingto whatever she needed to do, she dropped her head onto her ankle, “Pleasesister, I know I can do better. All I need is another chance. I’ll dowhatever it takes to make you proud of me,” Jenna pleaded, at the same timeshe pulled up slightly on her foot.”oh”Jenna paused for moment, her forehead on sister Ann’s ankle and her handssupporting her foot. She would have sworn she heard sister Ann moan. Whatdid she do that pleased her so? Jenna knew she had to find that chink inthe sister’s armor and exploit it. If she could please the Head Mistressthen maybe all was not lost.Jenna replayed the chain of events that had happened moments earlier to seeif she could remember what she’d done. She remembered pleading with her,”almost groveling,” she told herself, while dropping her face to her ankle.”Was that it?” Jenna asked herself with a shot of hope streaking up herspine. She had to know if touching her foot in combination with hergroveling was what caused sister Ann to moan. If it did then she’d knowwhat she had to do.Jenna tested her theory. She held the sister’s ankle in both hands andgently massaged the boot so meticulously laced onto her black stocking’dfoot. At the same time she began to kiss the laces and beg, “Please sisterAnn…please…I’ll do whatever you want.””OOH”Jenna heard sister Ann moan loudly that time. She was right. She’d foundthe thing that sister Ann liked and she was determined to please her in amanipulative effort to keep her job. Yes. Yes she would lower herself tothis level. It was do or die time and she was going to ‘do’.Jenna grabbed one of the laces in her teeth and pulled it untying the softleather boot. She rubbed her face on both sides of the nun’s shin andtugged and pulled at the laces with her teeth, all the while moaningsoftly, “m-m-m-m-m-m,” and begging the nun for her job, “please sisterAnn…please…please don’t fire me. I’ll do anything you want.”sister Ann closed her eyes and held on tightly to the arms of herchair. She was doing her best fight the feelings her new young teacher wasgiving her. She felt her butt warming up and small droplets of sweatforming around her butt cheeks on the leather chair. This poor girlcertainly didn’t have any idea what she was doing to her. She shivered whenshe felt Ms. Tarp’s mouth on her shin as she fastidiously tugged and pulledat her laces. She didn’t even realize it when she unintentionally let aslight moan escape, “oohhh.”sister Ann knew she had to put a stop to it. She couldn’t let Ms. Tarpcontinue untying her shoe. The electricity it shot up her leg caused hervagina to spasm uncontrollably. It was not her place to have suchfeelings. She was the Head Mistress and it was her responsibility toinstill discipline and maintain order. She was not allowed these feelings.Ever since Ms. Tarp’s arrival at the school she had had such strangefeelings, urges almost. As the Head Mistress she knew she had ultimatecontrol and authority, but this…this was different than anything she’dexperienced in the past. She’d NEVER had a teacher want her job so badlythat they’d lower themselves to kissing her foot! If she was willing to dothat, just how far would she actually go? sister Ann’s heart beat faster asshe fantasized about the possibilities.The strong Head Mistress had always exuded leadership and control,especially self-discipline, but as Ms. Tarp opened the last of the laces onher boot, sister Ann’s breathing quickened.Jenna knew she was on the right track as she knelt before her HeadMistress. She slowly pulled the boot off the nun’s foot exposing hernylon-covered foot.sister Ann gasped as the cool room air surrounded her foot and sent andunwanted chill up her leg. She looked down at the young teacher, kneltbefore her dressed in her white cotton blouse and plaid skirt that d****daround her knees. sister Ann held her breath when she saw Jenna look up ather and make eye contact as she opened her mouth and inserted her big toeinside. The warmth of Ms. Tarp’s mouth as it enveloped her toe was matchedonly by the outrageous sensation of her lips wrapping softly around her toeand dragging sensuously down to the tip as she withdrew it from her mouth.sister Ann thought she might pee herself. Her vagina contracted so tightlyat the thrilling touch of the young teacher’s mouth she thought itphysically clamped shut. The wave of wetness that immediately followed wasunmatched by anything she’d experienced since becoming a nun. She simplyhadn’t allowed herself to experience ANYTHING so pleasurable.When Jenna heard a longer, more sustained moan that had sounds of shortsqueals mixed in, she further confirmed her suspicion that she’d foundsister Ann’s weakness. Determined to take full advantage of theopportunity, she reached down and grabbed the nun’s other foot, uncrossingher legs.As sister Ann’s legs became uncrossed it was enough to awaken her from herbuilding arousal and she looked down at Ms. Tarp as she picked up her otherfoot and almost apologetically whispered, “N-no, Ms. Tarp, please, that’senough.” sister Ann’s mind was filling with confusion. Her current stateof arousal was something she hadn’t allowed herself to experience and shewas beginning to understand why. She was losing control as Ms. Tarp ignoredher plea and began unlacing her other boot. Her mind wondered and she beganto entertain fantasies about what she could have her new teacher do.sister Ann grabbed her rosary that was d****d around her waist, closed hereyes and secretly prayed for strength as she felt her other boot slide offher ankle. Unknowingly she didn’t realize that closing her eyes only servedto heighten the sensations of Jenna’s touch. Her growing wetness wasundeniable. She was aroused as never before and she saw no way to stopit. Her heart was racing and her skin was on fire. Beads of sweat formedunder her habit as her scalp tingled unrestrained.Jenna had successfully removed both of sister Ann’s boots and had both ofher stocking feet in front of her. She placed the nun’s feet on her kneesand stared at them briefly. For the first time since she’d started at theschool she finally felt like she was doing something right. She picked upone of the nylon-covered feet and began to suck on the toes. She heardsister Ann moan loudly and she watched as the nun’s head rolled slowlyaround. She could see that she clutched her rosary tightly on her lap withboth hands, which told Jenna she was really hitting the mark.Jenna knew that if she was getting this sort of reaction from her HeadMistress just by sucking her nylon-covered foot, imagine what she could getfrom her if she could get her tongue between her toes!That was enough for Jenna. She decided that she needed to please her HeadMistress in ways she’d probably never had it before. She pushed up on thenun’s dress, exposing the firm shapely legs beneath. Jenna was impressed atjust how nice her legs looked. They were long and slender, not bony orchubby.When sister Ann felt her dress being pushed up, she labored for breath andtried in vain to resist. Her mind was awash with arousal and she wasn’tthinking clearly anymore. None of this was supposed to be happening.Jenna slid her hands up the outside of sister Ann’s thighs and grabbed thewaistband of her thick black pantyhose.Unable to catch her breath, sister Ann held it and lifted her hips slightlywhen she felt Jenna begin to pull down on her pantyhose. The whole momentwas unreal and she just wasn’t able to focus.When Jenna felt sister Ann lift up a little she knew she was on the righttrack. She slowly pulled down her pantyhose to her knees and thebeyond. Jenna was a little shocked to see that she had inadvertently takensister Ann’s panties along with them. Shrugged to herself and pushed themoff each foot on-by-one.sister Ann was now slumped in her chair, her buttocks just on the edge. Thecool air on her bare legs was something she only felt when she dressed inthe morning. Rarely was she ever this uncovered. Her heavy black dress waspushed up on her thighs, but still covered her. She thanked God for that.As her head rested against the back of the chair, sister Ann tried to openher eyes. She looked down to see Ms. Tarp gingerly pick up her foot andopen her mouth. sister Ann couldn’t help it as she moaned deeply,”O-O-O-O-H-H-H-H,” when she felt Ms. Tarp’s mouth encompass all her toes.sister Ann’s vagina twitched as Ms. Tarp’s tongue slithered between eachtoe, surrounding them, circling them, bathing them. She was experiencingsomething she’d never really felt before. This tremendous sense of arousalmade her whole body tingle and jerk. She began to pant as never before.sister Ann was sweating. She could feel her whole body covered inperspiration and she couldn’t see straight anymore. Her vision was blurredas she puffed to breathe. Ms. Tarp’s tongue, as it danced between her toesand along her foot, was sending electric shocks into her vagina and she wasbeginning to drip. She tried to cover herself with her hands, butrelinquished the effort when she felt her leg fall open.sister Ann couldn’t breath. Short gasps were all she could muster as theyoung teacher sucked her toes and kissed her feet. She couldn’t take muchmore; she thought she might die of a heart attack. Her vagina ached to betouched and she was losing control of her emotions.With both hands, sister Ann sat up quickly, reached down between her legsand grabbed the young teacher by the hair. She jerked up hard and pulledher face into her pussy. She ground her hips on the young teachers face andgroaned loudly, “Aaahhhh.”Jenna knew this feeling from her experience with Trisha. She knew thatsister Ann was going to have an orgasm on her face, but this was totallydifferent. Jenna wanted this to happen. She WANTED to please her HeadMistress in any way she could. She helped the process along by sticking outher tongue and lapping at the soaking pink flesh as it ground on her noseand mouth.sister Ann had finally gone over the edge. She’d held out as long as shecould and she had to release the liquid wall within her. As her bodyscreamed for release she held on until it peaked and she discharged herselfonto Ms. Tarp’s face with a floodgate of cum and a loud scream,”A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!”sister Ann continued to pump and grind her hips reflexively until theorgasm subsided. Gradually and slowly she was able to breath again. Shereleased her grip on the young teachers hair and instinctively coveredherself by pushing down her dress. As she lay there and relaxed, her sensesslowly returned.Eventually sister Ann was able to open her eyes and locate Ms. Tarp, stillkneeling before her, Jenna’s face still glistening with her secretions. Shemustered up the strength to speak and puffed, “Ms. Tarp, I called you inhere to tell you that Judge Landers has arranged a field trip of the courtsystem for your English class next week.” And then she collapsed in herchair and closed her eyes.Jenna had the weekend to reflect on her first week at St. Monica’s Schoolfor Girls. She’d allowed herself to be subjected to all kinds of lewd actsbut worst of all, at least in her mind, was her humiliation of sister Ann.How she had managed to subject poor sister Ann to her inappropriate act,she didn’t know. All the poor sister wanted was to tell her about today’sfield trip to the courthouse. Jenna felt awful. How would she ever be ableto face sister Ann again? She felt a creepy sensation as she remembered howsister Ann struggled to tell her the news after her debauchery.As the field trip school bus glided to a stop in front of the courthouse,the class sat in awe of the shear size of the large white stonedmulti-columned building. It’s multiple floors and long wide steps that ledto the entrance stretched from the school bus’ door up what seemed like amile.The girls filed out and Jenna led them up the steps and eventuallyinside. The high ceilings and marble interior echoed with history. A hugestairwell inclined upward and wrapped around to the second floor andcontinued to ascend up several floors. Jenna led the small group of girlsto the first floor chamber of Judge Landers.Jenna, too, was in awe of the structure and nervously and respectfullyknocked on the large wooden door with words, “Judge Landers” printed inlarge block letters and centered on the opaque glass window in the door.”Come in,” came a muffled voice from behind the door.Jenna twisted the knob with a sweaty palm and pushed the heavy dooropen. She peaked inside and saw Judge Landers beckoning for her to comein. Jenna opened the door all the way and led the hushed class of girlsinside.They all stared in wide-eyed wonder at the number of plaques, books and artpieces that decorated Judge Landers office.”Welcome,” smiled the judge, “Welcome to my domain. Are you ready for yourtour?” she asked the class of excited looking cherubs.A collective, “Yes ma’am,” answered her question.”Great,” she said raising her eyebrows in appreciation. “Well, let me tellyou what we have on tap today,” she began using an excited tone in hervoice, “Today, I’m going to have my bailiff take you over to the policestation right down the hall, where you’ll be shown how criminals areprocessed. And then, one of the officers will take you downstairs to jailto show you where the bad people go after they’re convicted of a crime,”she said, her face turning to a scowl.Just then the Bailiff entered the judges chambers and reported to JudgeLanders. Jenna was shocked at how tall she was. “She must be almost sixfeet tall,” she muttered to herself. Jenna admired how pretty she wasthough. Her dark hair, neatly tied back in a bun, high cheekbones and softlips, caused Jenna to twinge with arousal. “Where did that come from,” sheasked herself disgustedly.Jenna was embarrassed at the sudden surge of moisture that almost seepedfrom her pussy and she hoped it wouldn’t dribble down her leg. She scoldedherself for the weird inexplicable event and wrote it off as ananomaly. Jenna prided herself on how ‘normal’ she was and to have felt asurge of arousal for another woman, simply disgusted her.The bailiff nodded to the judge after receiving her instructions and openedthe door in signaled everyone to exit.Jenna waited for all the c***dren to exit first and then followed the tallslender Amazonian bailiff down the long hallway to the police department.Once inside, the girls were gathered into a large room filled with rows ofwooden folding chairs facing a podium. Jenna watched as a female officerstrolled up to the podium. She looked strangely familiar but Jenna couldn’tplace her. There was something about her blonde hair and sharp appearancethat Jenna found strangely enticing. As she listened to the officerdescribe the ‘booking’ process for criminals, her mind drifted.Jenna didn’t really pay attention as the officer described the differentsteps and passed out stuff for the girls to look at. She stood at the backof the room and hardly noticed the officer had sent finger print kits,rubber gloves, handcuffs, camera’s and other articles used by the police,for the girls to examine. She smiled when she heard the officer tell themthey could all take a rubber glove home as a souvenir.As the officer began to speak more directly about arrest procedures, Jennatuned out. She wasn’t particularly interested in such matters and didn’thear the officer touch on search procedure. She was grateful that sisterAnn thought enough of her to allow her to take the class on the field tripby herself. For the first time since she’d started at St. Monica’s, todaywas the first day where she felt she’d have a real chance to actually TEACHthe girls something.Jenna was finally brought back to reality when she heard her name for thethird time, “Ms. Tarp!””Y-yes, I’m sorry,” Jenna said, turning bright red, “I wasn’t paying veryclose attention. I apologize,” Jenna said sheepishly to the officer who hadcalled her by name.The class giggled at Jenna’s obvious embarrassment at getting caughtdaydreaming, this made it even more embarrassing.”Ms. Tarp, we need a volunteer to demonstrate search procedures. Would youhelp us?” the officer asked inciting the class to applaud.The class erupted in cheers as Jenna tried to turn down the request forhelp. She knew nothing about search procedure and certainly didn’t want tomake a fool of herself again. She’d just gotten caught daydreaming, afterall.But when the applause and cheers grew louder and Jenna looked at all thegirls happy faces because one of their teacher’s had been asked to educatethem on search procedures, she knew she couldn’t turn them down. Jennasignaled for the girls to quiet down as she made her way to the front ofthe class to a spot near the front wall where the officer was pointing forher to stand.When she arrived the class settled down and listened to the officer again.”The first thing you need to do when conducting a search is establishpositive control,” the officer started.The class burst into laughter when their teacher jumped into a mock karatestance.Jenna smirked at the response and glanced at the pretty officer who smiledback politely.The officer started again, “Like I said, the first thing you need to do isestablish POSITIVE control,” and she grabbed Jenna by the arm, spun heraround and pushed her toward the wall.Jenna put her hand out to break her fall and slapped her palm against thewall. She felt the officer’s feet kick the inside of both ankles, bringthem backward causing her to lean against the wall with both hands.Jenna was shocked. She thought SHE was going to be the demonstrator, notthe demonstratee. “No, you can’t,” Jenna pleaded under her breathremembering that she wasn’t wearing panties, “Please you can’t. You don’tunderstand.”Jenna wanted to explain that she wasn’t wearing underwear and it could bevery embarrassing for both of them. Jenna was feeling very nervous andlooked over her shoulder to see if the girls could see under her skirt asshe stood spread-eagled against the wall. Cool air rushed under her skirtand wafted against her pubic hair causing her to feel a slightsecretion. Jenna panicked. “No, not now,” she prayed in her mind as theofficer began again.”Once you have positive control of the suspect, you can begin the search,”said the tall blonde as she stepped in behind the helpless teacher.Jenna felt the officer’s body press against her buttocks as she stretchedfor her wrists. Her warmth and strong dominance of the situation sentshivers up Jenna’s spine.”You first start with the wrists,” began the officer as she grabbed Jenna’swrists “and then you work your way down each arm, being sure to check bothsides thoroughly” and she slowly snaked her way down her arms to herarmpits.Jenna gasped and held her breath as the officers’ hands sent goose bumpsracing down her back. The sudden sensation caused twitches in her pussy andher nipples to harden slightly. She tried to shake the feeling, but it feltsooo good.”Next, you reach under the suspects armpits and up to their chest. Youcheck their front, sides and back as you work your way to their waist,” theofficer explained as she demonstrated to the class as they listened andwatched intently.Jenna was beside herself. She didn’t understand why the officers’ touch wasdriving her so crazy. The way the officer’s hand’s gently stroked their wayacross her breasts, paused at her nipples, then slid down her back andaround her stomach made her feel weak. Jenna felt herself heating up andshe hated that. There’s no way she should be feeling like this now!The officer stepped back and looking over her shoulder at the wide-eyedstudents, knelt down and clasp her wrist over Jenna’s ankle. She lookedunder Jenna’s skirt and could see the young teacher’s glistening, sparselyblonde haired pussy as it blushed bright red and began to flower.Jenna gulped when she felt the officer’s hands grab her ankle and she triedto tell the officer again that she wasn’t wearing panties. Jenna wasembarrassed at the fact, but didn’t want to alert the class to the realitythat she didn’t have any on, so she muttered, “please, officer, please, I’mnot wearing panties,” she said out of the corner of her mouth.But it was too late, the officer already started her slow accent up Jenna’sleg, sending waves of goose bumps and twinges of arousal through her bodyas the hands slipped ever closer to her vagina. Jenna squeezed her eyesshut when the officer’s hand on the inside of her thigh bumped her barepussy.Jenna knew the officer must have known, surely she could have felt herpubic hair touch her hand. Jenna prayed she didn’t feel her oozingmoisture.But without blinking an eye the officer repeated the process on the otherleg before concluding, “and that’s how you conduct a search. Are there anyquestions?” the officer asked as Jenna peeked over her shoulder at theofficer and the class. “No questions? Good. Then we’ll move right into thestrip search procedure.”Jenna felt her heart skip a beat when she thought she heard the officer say’strip search’. blood rushed to her feet and she felt faint. She must havemisheard her, she kept telling herself. Jenna wanted to call the wholething off and leave, but leaning against the wall made it impossible. Shehad to remain there until someone helped her, otherwise she’d land facefirst into a concrete wall.”Okay, girls, for this next part, it’s important that you gather around soyou can get a good look at exactly what I’m doing.” The pretty blondeofficer added, “Oh, and bring your rubber glove because we’ll have somepractical exercise afterward.”Jenna didn’t know what to say. She was petrified. This couldn’t be the waythey normally do demonstrations to schoolc***dren could it? This justdoesn’t seem right, but on the other hand the officer was so proficient andso confident that she must know what she’s doing Jenna told herself.Jenna felt her face redden as the class noisily scrambled out of theirchairs and crowded around her. Her stomach tensed as the officerbegan. Jenna wanted to protest her uncertainty about the appropriateness,but figured the police MUST know what they’re doing. Besides, it was HERjob as an educator to teach the c***dren the right way to dothings. Despite the butterflies in her stomach, she let the class continueunabated.”The strip search, also known as the cavity search is performed with thesuspects hands cuffed,” the officer said as she slapped a cuff on Jenna’swrist.Jenna winced when the cold steel cuff wrapped tightly around her wrist andlocked. She felt a wave of panic race through her and she wanted toprotest, but it didn’t feel right to whine in front of all the girls, soshe kept quiet.The officer then said, “once a wrist is cuffed you remove the top. Why doyou think we remove the top before the other wrist is cuffed?” she askedthe class.Several girls raised their hands.The officer acknowledged the correct answer, which was because theycouldn’t remove the top otherwise. She unfastened the buttons on Jenna’stop with her freehand while she congratulated the class.Jenna was so engrossed in listening for the right answer, she didn’t evenrealize the officer had completely unbuttoned her blouse and that it wasnow hanging open exposing her large milky white breasts.The officer then took Jenna’s cuffed hand and pulled it behind her back andwith one pulling, twisting motion turned Jenna around to face theclass. Jenna’s blouse hung loosely to her front exposing her soft pale skinfrom her neck to her tight tummy.Before she knew what was happening the officer had pulled her blouse offand had cuffed her hands behind her back. Jenna stood topless in front ofthe ogling class of girls. She felt naked and ashamed. Her large firmbreasts heaved with her embarrassment as her nipples hardened like pencilerasers as the cool room air enveloped them. Tiny bumps formed on heraureoles as goose bumps crept down her arms.Jenna watched the reaction of the class as they stared at her breasts. Shefelt another twinge pass through her loin and wondered what caused it. Shecould hardly breathe as she stood in front of her class with her handscuffed behind her back and topless. Her mind played games with her as sheknew in her mind that this was wrong, but she kept telling herself it wasall in the name of education.Jenna’s heart almost stopped when she heard the officer ask the girls ifthey wanted to help get her skirt off. Before she could even formulate aprotest in her mind, girls were tugging at the hem of her skirt as itseesawed down her hips. Jenna gasped and held her breath when she lookeddown and saw the top of her pubic hair emerging from above the waistband.Jenna shuddered when the skirt pulled free and fell quickly to herfeet. She hardly had time to react to her nakedness before the girls wereknocking her off balance and pulling the skirt from under her feet. Jennafelt flush, as she stood completely naked in front of the girls with herhands cuffed behind her forcing her breasts to protrude even further.She didn’t know what to do. There was nowhere to run nowhere to hide. Shecouldn’t even cover herself, so she pushed her knees together and squeezedher legs tightly. Jenna had to stand there and let the girls look at herpetite firm body. Her stomach fluttered nervously as she felt the eyes ofthe class checking out every part of her firm muscular body.The officer’s voice jolted Jenna back to reality as she stood her toerectness and saying, “The first thing we check is in the suspect’smouth. We run two fingers in a sweeping motion like this,” the officer saidas she ran two latex gloved fingers in Jenna’s mouth and swabbed from oneside to the other.Jenna groaned as the officers’ fingers sent shivers up her spine as thedual digits swept past her tongue and darted in and out both sides of hermouth. A rush of arousal oozed from her groin and she felt her pussy beginto swell. Jenna tried to stop the sensation and feared the girls would seeher impending arousal and make fun of her.Jenna sheepishly looked down at the girls sitting closest to her and tensedwhen she saw them nudging each other and pointing at her blossoming pussy.The officer took Jenna by the shoulders and turned her around so that herback was too the class before bending her forward at the waist.Jenna could feel her ass cheeks spread and her pussy push between her tightfirm thighs as she bent forward. She felt embarrassment at showing so muchof herself to the class and she was certain they’d be able to see signs ofher arousal. Jenna looked behind her as she arched her back to relievesome pressure on her lower back. She heard girls giggling and pointing ather swollen pink pussy as it leaked fluid. She could hear the girls talkingabout how ‘gooey’ it looked and she felt ashamed that she wasn’t able tocontrol herself any better.”This is the last part to the search, but it’s the mostimportant. Criminals will go to any length to smuggle d**gs, so you mustcheck carefully in here,” she said pointing to Jenna’s pussy and anus.Reaching around Jenna’s backside being careful not to block the view of anyc***d, the officer took each side of Jenna’s pussy and spread it widelyexposing her tender pink moisture inside. “You need to pay carefulattention to right here,” she said, pointing to Jenna’s swelling clit.Jenna was beside herself. The officer’s touch in the name of education wasalmost too much for her to bear. Jenna’s arousal was buildinguncontrollably and she couldn’t help it. As much as Jenna tried to holdback her impending arousal, it continued anyway. Jenna was gasping as sheenvisioned the girls looking at her drippy pink-ness.The girls leaned in and looked closely at what the officer pointed at. Theycould see a tiny white nub buried deep within the pink fleshy sheath insidethe top of Ms. Tarp’s pussy. Right before their eyes they watchedMs. Tarp’s pussy turn a deeper shade of red and begin to open like aflower.With two fingers pressed together, the officer pushed them deeply intoJenna’s squishy vagina eliciting a soft moan from the young teacher. “Youneed to feel around in here really well, okay?”The girl’s all nodded excitedly.”Okay, the last area you need to look is in here,” said the officerpointing the Jenna’s anus.Jenna wasn’t going to be able hang on much longer. Her clit was throbbingand she wanted to cum. Cumming in front of the class was way tooembarrassing to comprehend and she wanted the officer to hurry up andfinish her demonstration. “please…hurry,” panted Jenna,”please…finish.”As much as she wanted to cum she just couldn’t with her whole classwatching. It just wouldn’t be right. She looked over her shoulder as theofficer pushed one finger and then another into Jenna’s tight little asshole.Jenna couldn’t hold back anymore and cum leaked from her pussy. She bit herlower lip as her pussy twitched and her anus squeezed the officer’sfingers. Jenna did the best she could not to emit too audible a moan,”mmmmmmmm,” as her pussy twitched and dripped love juice.Jenna’s mind drifted in and out of reality. She just couldn’t believe she’ddone that! Her stomach heaved as she caught her breath. She’d cum in frontof the class! Oh no, what would they think of her? Jenna’s mind was cloudedby residual orgasm, she barely understood the officer when she spoke to theclass.”Okay, girls, now put on your rubber gloves and step over here,” sheinstructed the class.Jenna couldn’t make sense of the officer’s request. Why did the girls needrubber gloves? Her mind filled with mixed messages as she tried to makesense of her surroundings.”Now all of you need to check each of her three spots the way I showed youand you can do it any order you choose, okay?” instructed the officer.The girls surrounded the handcuffed and bent over teacher and pressed inaround her.Jenna couldn’t think straight. She barely realized that she was stillnaked, handcuffed and bent over in front of the class. Her large breastsgrew heavier by the second as they filled with gravitational bloodflow. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed. If she was touched again,she knew she would cum again. Her body tingled with electricity.The officer stepped beside the groggy young teacher and told the class,”Remember positive control? I’ll maintain positive control while youconduct your searches,” and she grabbed Jenna by the hair and wrists. Shepulled back on Jenna’s hair extending her neck and forcing her mouth toopen, while she picked up on Jenna’s wrists forcing Jenna’s shoulders downeven further.Jenna arched her back in response to the officer’s ‘positive control’,which made her already swollen heavy breasts to feel even heavier? Shewhimpered at the strain but knew this was just all part of thedemonstration and she wanted to do her part. Jenna didn’t want the k**s tothink she was a wimp and couldn’t take being a little uncomfortable for afew minutes.As the girls pressed in around the naked and controlled teacher, Jenna feltlatex covered hands roam her body, squeeze her breasts and nipples, probeher pussy and anus, and pump inside her mouth. The sensation was too muchfor the hapless heated teacher. As much as she tried to prevent thearousal, she couldn’t help it.She barely heard the first girl that poked a finger in her anus squeal withdelight, “E-e-e-w-w-w,” when Jenna’s sphincter squeezed down reflexively onher finger. Jenna’s body was a mass of wild sensations and she was cumming.Jenna couldn’t hear the clinical sounding discussions going on aroundher. The touching, probing, poking and squeezing sent her heart ratethrough the roof and all she could hear was the ringing in her ears.”E-e-w-w, that felt cool! Do that again,” the girl said when she feltJenna’s anus tighten around her finger when another girl pinched Jenna’snipple. “Oh, COOL!” she exclaimed when she felt it again.”Let me try!” another girl asked excitedly.Jenna finally lost it when a girl, squatted between her firmly spread legsand manipulating Jenna’s pussy lips, screamed with glee, “I FOUND IT!” asshe pushed the sheath from around Jenna’s swollen and throbbing clit. Jennacame and her pussy contracted repeatedly squirting love juice onto thegirls’ hands. Jenna, choked by fingers, gasped for air through flarednostrils. The best she could do was groan a muted moan,”U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h,” because of the latex covered fingers thatswabbed her mouth.”Something’s happening HERE!” the girl exposing Jenna’s clit yelled asothers leaned in to watch Jenna’s pussy spasm.Jenna was weak and disoriented, as she quickly tried to recover from anembarrassing orgasm. Her eyes rolled around in her head and she barely knewwhere she was. Her body was a set of frayed nerve endings that flared atevery touch.As the girls repeatedly made their way around the helpless teacher in around robin fashion, Jenna came and came, her taught stomach heaving in andout. The girls had found her swollen, protruded clit and rubbed and pinchedit. Her puffy nipples were pinched and tweaked, too. Jenna’s body reactedinstinctively and involuntarily.As the tiny fingers pushed in and out, up and down, swirling around inevery orifice. Jenna was forced to taste all her bodily fluids over andover. All Jenna’s senses were firing at the same time and she exploded intoorgasm after orgasm with muted moans from fingers stuffed in her mouth,”m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m, a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h.”When the ‘search’ was finally complete, the officer un-cuffed the deliriousteacher, gathered the c***dren and headed them toward the jail for the nextpart of the tour.As Jenna recovered from the ‘search’ class, she dressed in the women’s roomat the police station. She stared at her reflection in the mirror andtucked in her blouse, straightened her skirt and fixed her hair. She sighedat how pleasurable it had been to help teach the girls about searches andfelt a tingle race up her spine. Jenna shuddered at the recent memory andfelt her nipples harden. The vision of the entire group of girl’s touchingher and examining her gave her goose bumps all over again. She shook herhead to clear her mind and get back to the task at hand. She mused that shenever envisioned teaching could feel this good.Jenna left the restroom and met up with the tour guide as the officer ledthem to the jail downstairs. The group noisily made their way through thelong stairwell that echoed their every step. As the group banged their waypast the fire door to enter the jail complex, they entered a wide hallwaythat had a series of small rooms on the left and solid concrete wall on theright. They were greeted by a linear formation of about a half a dozenfemale jail guards that lined the right side. The guards all staredstraight ahead with their hands placed behind their backs, preciselypositioned in the small of their backs in a rigid stance. The sight wasimpressive, yet scary.The girls quietly moved to the left of the formation, passing directly infront of them. None of the guard’s, dressed in dark blue slacks and paleblue shirts adorned with a thick leather belt with a matching strap thatran over one shoulder, let their eyes shift from their focal point straightto the front. It was an eerie sight as the guards stood motionless likestatues, as the group of c***dren followed by their teacher passed infront.As Jenna herded the last girl past the line of guards, she didn’t noticethe eyes of the guards break from their disciplined position to follow theyoung teacher and ogle her firm figure.The whole downstairs was void of sunlight and just seemed darker because ofit. As the group turned the corner they were ushered into a large emptyroom. The officer in charge told the girl’s in a loud voice to speak overthe natural chamber-like effect of a concrete building, “This is whereinmates coming into the prison are briefed on jailhouse rules. From herethey move into the next room where they give up all their personalpossessions before getting issued new clothes. They will then take showers,be sanitized and then assigned to their cells.”The girls were all mesmerized by the shear size and magnitude of the jailand its procedures. They exchanged nervous glances as they imagined what itmust be like to be kept here.The officer sensed their curiosity and moved to dispel some of theiranxiety. “So today, we have arranged for your teacher, Ms. Tarp, who hasvolunteered to be our ‘inmate for the day’, to show you all exactly how itall works.”The class erupted in noisy applause and all eyes settled upon Jennastanding stunned in the back of the room. She hadn’t ‘volunteered’ foranything – had she? Maybe she did during the search and didn’t remember.Jenna didn’t fully have a grasp on the implications of being ‘inmate forthe day’ so she reluctantly agreed. It was all in the name of educationanyway. It was her job to teach the c***dren, so she couldn’t very wellexpect one of them to be ‘inmate for the day’.The applause began to die down as she walked to the front of the room tomeet the officer. The tall blonde officers’ green eyes looked deeply intoJenna’s as she stepped in front of the taller woman and Jenna felt a surgeof wetness in her vagina and her nipples hardened. She squeezed her legstogether, embarrassed at the inexplicable surge of wetness and her desirenot to drip. Jenna’s stomach tightened momentarily as she gathered hersenses. “Where did that come from?” she asked herself in shocked amazement.All the officer did was look at her and she felt this rush of arousal. “Howdid that happen and more importantly, WHY?” Jenna considered herself’straight’ as an arrow. Her momentary indiscretions of the past week or sowere only strange anomalies. Jenna stressed while the officer continued toexplain the procedures to the class.As Jenna fumbled with the why’s and the how’s of what just took place, shewas brought back to reality when the officer took her by the arm, saying,”Okay, let’s begin shall we?” The officer led Jenna into the next room.Another tall beautiful blonde guard greeted her and the class from behind along counter. “Okay, give me all your personal possessions, miss inmate,”she teased, – sort of.Jenna and the class chuckled at the serious look on the blonde guard’s faceas she stared at Jenna through big blue eyes.”Come on, let’s go,” the officer restated more sternly.Jenna still wasn’t sure she was serious but she thought she should playalong anyway just in case, so she pretended to search her pockets and givethe guard her ‘possessions’.The guard was not amused. She glared at the tiny thin-framed teacher andsaid, “Let’s go. Off with them.”Jenna didn’t understand what the guard meant and looked back at her with aninquisitive glance.”Your clothes, give me your clothes, inmate!” the guard demanded.Jenna was shocked. “She can’t be serious, can she?” she asked herself.Jenna felt her blood pressure rise as she looked around the now silentroom. It seemed like the whole room held their breath at once, waiting tosee her reaction. Jenna’s eyes pleaded with the tour guide. She pressedthe officer visually to ‘help her out’. The officer only stared back at thebusty 22 year-old with a matter-of-fact look, as if saying, ‘this isnormal, just do it.’Jenna made a quick scan of the room and realized everyone was waiting onher. She felt herself begin to tremble, as the thought of stripping infront of the class seemed totally wrong. She knew this whole day wasdedicated to teaching the girls about the justice system, but she wonderedif this was really necessary. “Can’t they just ‘explain’ what they do? Dothey really have to demonstrate everything?” she asked herself.Jenna didn’t understand the need to be so graphic, but felt pressure to geton with it. She knew this was just part of the education process so shereluctantly reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. Before she pulled it openand off her shoulders, she paused. She looked around the room at the girlsand the two guards one more time, just to make sure she was really supposedto do this.When she saw their excited faces she knew the girls were actually gettingsomething from the days activities. She pulled her blouse off and handed itto the tall blonde officer behind the counter. Jenna’s large puffy rednipples sprang to life and hardened like erasers. She blushed at theirreaction and wished they wouldn’t do that and vainly tried to coverherself.”Now the skirt, hurry up, we don’t have all day,” said the officer, as shedropped Jenna’s blouse into a basket on the counter.Jenna felt a little faint as she unzipped her skirt and lowered it to thefloor revealing her lightly haired blonde bush. She used her free hand totry and cover her vagina, her breasts hanging freely as she bent over tostep from her skirt. As she handed the officer her skirt, Jenna felt theeyes of every student and guard roam her body and scan every inch of hernakedness.”Shoes too,” said the officer.Jenna had almost forgotten about her three-inch pumps and kicked them offand handed them to the officer, too. Now she stood even shorter than shewas before. Most girls in the class were taller than she was when she woreshoes and now without them? Jenna suddenly felt very vulnerable. Shecouldn’t even look at the students in the eye anymore. Being so shortnegated her superior age difference and she felt like she HAD to do thingsnow.The guard took her shoes and tossed in the basket with her skirt and blouseand said, “Okay, go to the shower room.”The tour guide led Jenna into the next room, which was a large shower roomwith brown tiled floors and walls that housed several free standing showerpods with multiple shower heads on each. Two guards holding towels in eachhand awaited them inside.Jenna covered her bountiful breasts with her hands as the brunette guardturned on a shower and stepped back as the water sprayed out. The redheadedguard stepped toward Jenna and took her by the arm with her towel-coveredhand and guided her under the faucet.Jenna gasped as the cool water splashed her shoulders and wet her hair.”Raise your arms,” said the red head.Jenna, without thinking, immediately did what the officer demanded. Withinseconds the water heated up and she felt the terry cloth covered hands ofthe two guards begin to wash her. The soaked towels raced up one side ofJenna’s soft, firm body and down the other sending shivers of delightshooting through her soul. Jenna gasped and turned automatically inresponse to the unexpected touches and inadvertently turned directly intomore touches. She held her breath as each new stroke made her nipplesharder and harder. Jenna was choking for air. Her mind was swarmed withsensations she found hard to explain as she held her arms overhead.Jenna’s raised breasts protruded outwardly with her arms stretchedoverhead. Her nipples, already hard, bristled with tiny goose bumps, whenshe felt the brunette washing her breasts with the coarse terry clothtowels. The friction across her taught nipples caused Jenna’s pussy toswell with excitement. Jenna whimpered as the sensations sent floods ofmoisture into her vagina and she squeezed her knees together to try andhide it.As the officer’s hands circled the young teacher’s firm mounds, pushingthem, lifting them and pulling on them, Jenna was mentally whisked away toanother place and time. She inhaled deeply and felt her stomach tenseinvoluntarily as the brunette massaged her breasts. Jenna peeked down towatch the circling, squeezing and tugging that caused her vagina tospasm. She held her breath and closed her eyes as the officer grabbedhandfuls of her firm milky breasts and squeezed them firmly, tugging gentlyon her nipples.Jenna’s arousal was building and she didn’t really understand it. She wasjust letting the guards demonstrate the shower procedure in front of herclass of girls, yet the sensations caused by the guard’s terry clothcovered hands caressing her hypersensitive skin was unbelievable. Jennarepeatedly tried to twist and turn away from all the touches, but all shedid was turn face into more.Jenna’s nipples were aching they throbbed so hard. Her legs were gettingweaker by the second and she could barely hold up her hands. Her stomachconvulsed as she gasp for air. When the redheaded officer slipped her handdown Jenna’s stomach in a direct attack on her vagina, Jenna let out a loudembarrassing moan, “o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h,” that was heard byeveryone. Jenna tried to squeeze her legs together to prevent the officer’shand from massaging her pussy, but she only served to entrap the hand andcrush it deeper into her sex.As Jenna flexed her buttocks and twisted her hips in a vain attempt toremove the officer’s hand from her swollen soft fleshy bush, Jenna closedher eyes and moaned a whimpering moan,”u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-o-o-o-h-h-h-h” that ended through pierced ‘kissing’lips.Jenna knew deep down she was building toward another orgasm. She wasgetting good at recognizing the signs. She glanced around the room andcould see the class of girls watching the two officers gliding their handsover her body. Try as she might to stifle the sensations she was feelingthey were overwhelming her. Her eyes rolled around in her head as itdropped listlessly from side-to-side. Her flat stomach flexing in and outproduced audible gasps and moans that everyone could hear.Despite her best effort to wriggle free from the officer’s touches, Jennawas losing control. As much as she wanted to avoid another embarrassingorgasm in front of her class, she wouldn’t be able to avoid it much longerif the officer’s didn’t stop and stop very soon.When both officers worked on Jenna’s legs she felt like she was ready toexplode. If she didn’t know any better she thought she had to pee. A liquidwall was pushing against her loin as her clit throbbed and pulsated. If shefelt another coarse terry cloth stroke her tender pussy she would losecontrol for sure.Jenna managed to hold her breath long enough to peek down just as the redhead paused at her inner thigh. When Jenna’s eyes met the red head’s dreamygreen eyes, Jenna almost melted. The red head looked deep into Jenna’s eyesand with a devilish grin forced the edge of her terry cloth covered handdeep into Jenna’s swollen pink-ness and slowly dragged it upward.Every fiber of the coarse material slowly, yet crisply plucked its way overJenna’s hypersensitive clit like a pick on a guitar string. As bolts ofelectricity shot up Jenna’s soul, she sucked in more and more air throughrepeated short gasps until she could take it no more. Her abused clitsignaled it had had enough and released its contents in a flood of orgasmicgirl cum accentuated by a long loud groan, “A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!”Jenna’s hips pumped involuntarily as her anus tightened and released inspasmodic convulsions. Jenna’s mouth hung open as every ounce of air lefther body along with repeated spurts of liquid cum.As she started to falter and collapse Jenna managed to grab the showerheadand hang on. Her body, rocked by the massage orgasm, twisted and twitchedas the officers continued to ‘wash’ the spent teacher.The redheaded officer paid special attention to Jenna’s quivering pussy asshe washed the last of her girl cum off Jenna’s pussy and thighs.Jenna, drowsy and incoherent, didn’t even realize the redheaded officerwasn’t using her towel anymore.The pile of folded clothes hit Jenna squarely in the chest as she processedpast the long counter. The female guard had tossed Jenna her prison garb, ashort-sleeved denim jumper with the letters “DOC” stenciled on the back inhuge black letters.”Put in on,” commanded the guard, as Jenna meekly ambled by, still reelingfrom her ‘shower’.Jenna blinked her eyes to clear her mind as she pulled the coarse scratchyjumper over her head and then across her waist. The blonde tour guidemotioned for Jenna to continue walking as Jenna pulled and straightened herjumper. Still barefoot and recovering, Jenna, followed by the class fromSt. Monica’s School for Girls, was led through a door into a large opencorridor. adana escort As the door opened, Jenna could see both walls were lined withbarred cells, which housed the day’s inmates.Loud echoes from footsteps were quickly drowned out by cat-calls as Jennaentered the walkway. Female inmates that saw Jenna enter wearing herDepartment of Corrections jumper knew that a ‘newbie’ had just arrived andthey welcomed her with taunts, sexual chatter and laughter at her c***dishsize.Jenna immediately became fearful and wondered how she had gotten roped intospending the night in jail. A shiver ran up and down her spine as the coldgray colored cement floor beneath her bare feet added to her faintness. Shehad a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she was slowly paraded pastthe first few cells. The large ugly women reached out to grope at the freshyoung teacher as she passed. Jenna leaned away and covered herself from theleering eyes of the female inmates.The c***dren weren’t allowed past the door and all pushed tightly into thedoorway to watch their teacher walk helplessly down the middle of the longcorridor, meekly attempting to protect herself from the catcallingprisoners.The corridor echoed noisily with female chatter and metallic banging thefurther inside Jenna moved. She felt her heart racing with fear as sheclutched her chest and covered herself. She didn’t like this place at alland wondered how she could get out.Midway down the long corridor the guard stopped and pointed to an opencell. Lined on both sides with bunk beds and a toilet and sink in the back,the cell had two occupants already. The guard directed Jenna inside usinghand gestures. Trembling, Jenna stepped inside. The guard leaned into herand whispered in her ear, “Have a good night, sweetie.”Jenna shivered at the guard’s words and then jumped as the cell doorslammed behind her. She was alone, so to speak.Inside the cell, the two cellmates lying on their bunks greeted Jenna. Bothwomen were tall and slender, one had long dark hair, the other blonde, bothhad tanned skin, beautiful exotic looks and appeared to be in their mid tolate twenties. They both smiled at Jenna and sarcastically welcomed her to”Hell”.As the guards walked back to escort the c***dren back to their bus, thusending the tour, the chatter and sexual banter continued from the otherinmates. Jenna’s stomach tightened as her ‘lifeline’ sauntered away.The blonde cellmate yelled, “That’s enough! Now shut up out there, you’rescaring our new roomy!”The chatter slowly died down and the blonde introduced herself asBeth. “This is Alisha,” Beth said introducing the dark haired beauty.Jenna was very nervous. She reluctantly shook both women’s hands. Shedidn’t like the way they both leered at her and she wondered if she couldsurvive the night.Beth hopped down from her perch on the top bunk and stood before the tinypetite teacher. Beth was a formidable figure as she hovered over thetrembling Jenna.”Let’s get a look at you,” Beth said grabbing Jenna’s shoulders andspinning her around. “You’re a cute little thing. Check her out Alisha.”Alisha crawled out from her bottom bunk and stood beside Beth and placedher elbow on Beth’s shoulder forming a human wall. Both women, their backsto the cell door, had Jenna trapped in the back of the cell.Jenna looked down at the floor, afraid to make eye contact with either ofthe Amazonian women. Her heart raced and she felt a nervous sweat break outas the two women looked her up and down.”Yeah, she’s a cutie alright,” offered Alisha. “Should we introduce her tothe rules now?””Now’s as good a time as any,” agreed Beth.Jenna didn’t know what to think. She was so nervous and afraid she wasn’tthinking clearly. “What rules?” she wondered, “Jail rules?” The coldconcrete floor added to Jenna’s already frigid disposition.”First rule,” Beth began, “all new inmates aren’t allowed to wear theiruniform for the first day. So take off that rag.”Jenna’s heart skipped a beat and she wanted to faint. “This can’t behappening!” she screamed in her mind. Jenna was determined to remainclothed. There was no way she was going to take off the ONLY garment shehad on and be naked in front of these two strangers. Her sweaty palms andclammy skin reflected her fear and skittishness. Afraid to look up at thedomineering women, Jenna clutched her chest and sheepishly protested,”N-no, I’m not going to take off my uniform.”Jenna immediately sensed tension in the cell when both women became moreerect and leaned toward her. She feared she had just made a big amistake. Jenna needed to correct things and do it quickly. What was shethinking? She was trapped in a jail cell with two much taller and probablystronger women who had demanded that she remove her uniform and shePROTESTED?! Was she crazy? These two women could, and probably WOULD beather up.As the two women assumed aggressive postures, Jenna backpedaled. She knewher choices were limited and she tried to plead with her two cellmates,”P-please, don’t make me do that, p-l-e-a-s-e.” Jenna’s heart thumped inher chest as her fear increased.Beth looked at Alisha and coyly said, “Well, I guess we’re just gonna haveto mess up that pretty face of hers.”Jenna tried to cover her face and crouched. “Please, please, I’m sorry!Don’t hurt me I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Jenna pleaded hoping it wasn’t toolate. She quickly reached down and crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of heruniform and peeled it over her head. She clutched the coarse garment to herchest as she pressed her knees together and grimaced.Jenna wanted to cry as she stood naked in front of the two women. Shegasped when Beth ripped the uniform from her hands and tossed it behindher. Jenna whimpered as she hunkered down and tried to cover her nakedness,”Please, I-I’m sorry.”When Jenna felt her hair being torn from her scalp she yelped, “OW!” andgrabbed Beth’s hand, as she snapped erect. Jenna stared wide-eyed as thetwo women scanned her naked physique. With her arms raised grabbing atBeth’s hand, she felt their eyes roam her breasts. Jenna freaked in hermind when she felt her nipples harden and her aureoles form goosebumps. She secretly prayed they wouldn’t think she was excited.”You know who’s in charge here, don’t you little girl?” Beth whispered inJenna’s ear.Wanting to burst into tears, Jenna held back. Her scalp stung, yet whenBeth called her “little girl” she felt a surge of arousal. She hadn’t beencalled ‘little girl’ since, well, since she WAS a little girl. Somehowbeing called a little girl had struck a chord in her and she found itstrangely erotic. Jenna didn’t quite understand it but had to admit thatsomething had just happened.With her free hand, Beth grabbed one of Jenna’s ample breasts and massagedit. Jenna’s breast was way too big to cup with one hand, but she gropedaround it anyway. She pulled on Jenna’s nipple until she saw the youngteacher wince. Beth was impressed at how far she had been able to pullJenna’s nipple before Jenna winced in pain. Beth pinched Jenna’s nipplebetween her finger and thumb and held it outstretched as she repeated, “youknow who’s in charge here, don’t you little girl?”Jenna, still holding Beth’s hand on her head trying to reduce the pressure,grimaced in pain and whimpered, “you are!””While you’re in here, you’re gonna be my bitch, understand?” Beth sneeredstill pulling on Jenna’s nipple.”Y-yes,” Jenna sniveled. “YES! I understand!” she cried in pain.Beth shoved down on Jenna’s head, forcing her to her knees. Still holdingJenna by the hair, she turned around, bent over, put her butt in Jenna’sface and snarled, “Kiss my ass little girl!”Jenna, fearful and afraid, found the second burst of arousal verydisturbing at having been called ‘little girl’ again. “How could that be?”she questioned herself. Here she was forced to strip naked in front of twoprisoners, then groped and forced to her knees and now being asked to kissBeth’s ass! With all those humiliating events, how could she possibly feelarousal?Jenna’s eyes widened as she watched Beth’s pull her jumper up her back toreveal her panty-less ass and pussy. Jenna braced herself by holding ontothe back of Beth’s knees. She resisted as Beth pulled her hair and facecloser and closer to her glistening ass and pussy. Jenna could smell Beth’smusky sex and see finite detail in her privates. Beth’s puckered rosebudlightened from a dark brown rim to a pink center. It had a dank odor Jennathought would be repulsive, yet she found strangely enticing. She felt herown juices begin to flow as her nose closed in on Beth’s ass crack. Jennacould see that Beth was very aroused. Her labia lips were swollen and darkred. Beth’s cunt blossomed like a flower under the dark curly hair thatfully surrounded it and it glistened with excitement.Despite the horrifying events unfolding before her, Jenna knew she wouldhave to do this terrible act. She was trapped and physically threatened. Ifshe didn’t comply, who knows what would happen to her. Jenna’s mind was ina fog. In no way did she want to subject herself to kissing some woman’sass, but what choice did she have? Her face was inches from its inevitabledestination and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.Beth pulled up hard on Jenna’s hair as she looked back over hershoulder. Beth knew her ass was just inches from Jenna’s face. She wasenjoying the moment and Beth could feel her anticipation growing. Shewanted to rub her ass crack on this young teacher’s face and she wasdetermined to do it.Try as she might to resist, Jenna was growing weaker by the second. She wassnorting air through her nose so she wouldn’t have to open her mouth as herface drew ever closer.Finally Jenna could resist no more. She felt her lips press against Beth’sanus. She could feel the tiny wrinkled skin on her lips and could smell herdankness. Jenna closed her eyes and tried to forget the moment as shechoked for air through flared nostrils.Jenna heard Beth let out a long sigh, “a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h,” as Beth’sanus touched her lips.Beth rolled her hips around and around on Jenna’s face cooing, “Tongue mebitch, gimme that tongue of yours.”Jenna had all but given up. She had to do whatever these two evil womenwanted and she knew it. She extended her tongue through pierced lips andtouched it to Beth’s anus. Jenna’s first reaction was to gag, but shequickly realized Beth was clean and had no adverse taste. She pushed hertongue out again and pushed it hard against Beth’s tightly puckered holeand heard Beth moan again.Jenna kept feeling these rushes of arousal when she heard Beth moan. Therewas something about hearing her moan that turned her on. Jenna didn’tunderstand why it was, but figured it was some hidden natural thing. Sheliked the feeling that arousal brought her and wanted to feel itagain. Jenna didn’t even realize that her hands, which were once on theback of Beth’s knees, had somehow wrapped themselves around to the frontside. Instead of pushing away, Jenna was now pulling back.Jenna’s hands unwittingly slid there way up Beth’s thighs and pulled backhard. She extended her tongue and pushed it past Beth’s rim causing her tomoan loudly.Beth exhaled and stood up and turned around. She still had a hold ofJenna’s hair and looked down at the busty teacher kneeling before her, “Youdid good little girl. Now I’m gonna give you a special treat.” Bethreleased Jenna and winked at Alisha.Both women turned and reached under their mattresses. They each pulled outa black rubber strap-on dildo. Jenna gasped at the size of them andimmediately started pleading, “NO! Please, NO! You can’t do that tome. I’m…I’m…” and she started crying.”Shut up bitch,” growled Beth as she pulled off her jumper and strapped thelong rubber dong in place. The nine inch long cock was just over two inchesin diameter.Alisha smiled as she strapped on an identical cock, “Don’t worry honey,you’ll love it,” she chuckled.Sobbing almost uncontrollably Jenna tried to beg them,”P-please…don’t…you…can’t…I’m…I’m a…””You’re a what?” jeered Beth, “a virgin?” and both women laughedhysterically. Neither one of the two women believed that’s what Jenna wastrying to tell them, they just wanted to make fun of her and humiliate her.”Then I guess today’s the day you get that cherry popped,” Beth statedsarcastically with an evil grin.”PLEASE!” begged Jenna, “please don’t do this!” Jenna was visibly shakenand fear painted her face. But despite all her fear and anxiety about whatwas to come, Jenna couldn’t help but marvel at the perfection of Beth’sbody. Her soft, tanned skin covered the most perfect figure Jenna had everseen. Beth’s breasts were slightly more than a handful and tiny aureolessurrounded perky nipples. Her thin narrow waist accentuated by her smoothflat stomach was decorated cutely with a small quarter-sized heart leftun-tanned on her left hip. Jenna stared at the long shapely legs that ranfrom the ground to an apex topped with the most beautiful vagina she’d everlaid eyes on.Jenna blinked in awe at the goddess-like figure that stood beforeher. Jenna knew that Beth was the type of woman that guys would kill tohave; she was perfect in every way. She was the type of woman that otherwomen envied and men worshipped. Jenna felt her fear slip away as she felther own self beginning to worship this goddess, too.Beth turned to the teacher and held her cock by the base and pointed it atJenna’s mouth saying, “Suck me. Suck my cock, bitch.”Jenna jumped at the opportunity to suck the rubber dildo of this goddess,also fearing the alternative would be a life-altering mistake. She took therubber cock in her mouth the way she did to the only boy she ever gotintimate with in high school. She bobbed her head on the latex phallic,sucking and slobbering on the sex toy. She would do anything to keep itaway from her privates and sucking it was easy.”Oh, you do that sooo well,” cooed a delirious Beth. Watching the youngteacher before her, naked and on her knees, simply thrilled Beth. The senseof power and control she felt was exhilarating. She loved the idea ofhaving this much authority. Devious thoughts about how she could exerciseher power danced in her head. She knew she only had one night to subjectthis young teacher to her will and she was determined to take fulladvantage of their time together.Beth reached down and grabbed Jenna by the shoulders, pulling her plasticcock from her mouth. Beth pushed Jenna against the cell door.Jenna broke her fall by grabbing the bars on the door, her large breastsslamming forward and almost hitting her chin. The gravitational force drovelarge amounts of blood into Jenna’s already swollen breasts. Hanging downbeneath her as they were, nature made them continue to swell. Withinseconds, Jenna could feel her breasts begin to throb.With Jenna’s torso bent at ninety degrees, it provided Beth with easyaccess to Jenna’s privates. Beth pressed in from behind. She placed thehead of her saliva-moistened cock on Jenna’s anus and using a two-fistedgrip, began to push.Jenna screamed, “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” as the two-inch thick head pushedagainst her tiny hole. Jenna had NEVER had sex like this before and shedidn’t know to relax and let it happen. Instead she tried to resist theunwanted intrusion and tightened her ass as hard as she could.Jenna’s screams drew more attention to her plight and enticed insults andjeers from the other inmates. The yelling, cheering and encouragement fromthe other cells soon drowned out Jenna’s screaming. The one’s across thebay watched as Jenna bent over and held onto the bars of her cell as Bethpushed in behind her with a strap-on. To them it looked like Jenna wantedit. Her screams from pain they all interpreted as screams of pleasure. Whyelse would she bend over and willingly let Beth fuck her like that? If shedidn’t like it, she’d fight back right?Beth sensed Jenna’s resistance and pushed all the harder. She could tell byJenna’s repeated screams that it hurt the young teacher, but Beth didn’tcare. She was going to ass fuck this young teacher in front of everyone andshe was going to do it now!Jenna felt her tiny asshole spreading apart as the thick phallic pressedin. She thought her ass was being torn open. Her face reddened under thestrain as she squeezed the metal bars so tight her knuckles turnedwhite. Jenna, eyes closed, grimaced and groaned, “U-u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h-h!”When the head of the huge black cock finally pressed past her contractedsphincter Jenna let out a guttural groan of relief,”U-u-u-u-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h”.Beads of sweat blotted Beth’s forehead. A grin of satisfaction graced herface when she felt her dildo finally penetrate the young teacher’sass. With another hard push she drove the rubber tube in another two incheseliciting another painful scream from her young bitch. Two more jarringthrusts and Beth nearly had the whole nine inches buried deeply in Jenna’sass.Tears, forced from Jenna’s eyes, ran down her cheeks and dripped onto thegray painted concrete floor beneath her. Jenna gasped and panted as shecaught her breath. The thick black dildo filled her so completely she feltpressure on her stomach and lungs.Beth paused for a moment and everyone caught their breath. After a fewseconds, she began to retract the thick probe before reinserting itagain. Beth forcefully ass fucked Jenna for several minutes until she feltJenna’s resistance lessen.Jenna learned quickly to relax her sphincter muscle. Soon the fat objectwas gliding in and out of her ass with ease. Her own saliva that coated theprobe initially mixed with the moisture in her colon and provided a naturallubrication.After a few minutes of getting ass fucked in the jail cell by her roommate,Jenna started to feel strange sensations. With each hard thrust her breastsrocked forward and swung wildly from her chest. The feel of Beth’s hipsslamming into her buttocks, driving the nine inch cock fully into her asswas starting to feel…good. Jenna tried to shake the feeling as best shecould but the thrusting continued at a relentless pace.Jenna was still gasping for air as Beth held Jenna by her hip bones andpulled herself into the young teachers willing ass with repeated her hardthrusts. Jenna had long ago stopped her screaming and now seemed to beenjoying her fucking. Beth could see Jenna’s big breasts slam forward andbounce backward each time Beth tensed her own buttocks and pushed the blackdildo deep inside Jenna’s ass.Beth could tell by the way that Jenna arched her back and occasionallylooked back over her shoulder with an open mouth and closed eyes that shewas finally getting into it. Beth felt a sense of pride knowing that she’d’broken’ the young heterosexual teacher.Jenna could feel her arousal building. She panted as each pump in her asssent her to new uncharted heights of arousal. She wanted to grab herbreasts and squeeze them, but she dare not let go of the metalbars. Jenna’s breasts ached to be touched, her nipples felt like they wouldburst.All sound had left Jenna’s senses. No longer could she hear the catcallingand jeers from other inmates. Her ears rang as her arousal built andeverything seemed surreal. She was getting ass fucked in prison, one of herworst nightmares, but her body inexplicably enjoyed it.As Jenna approached orgasm the pumping suddenly slowed to astop. Disappointed, she looked back over her shoulder to see what waswrong. Jenna’s mouth hung open as she gathered her thoughts and herbreath. Beth stood behind her, grinning this evil grin.Jenna gasped as the bulky dildo was pulled from her ass. It felt like shehad taken a huge bowel movement. Jenna’s pussy was dripping and she wantedto orgasm in the worst way.Still holding the bars and bent over at the waist, Jenna felt her assconstrict around the head of the rubber cock as it left her ass. She sigheda little sigh that it was over, but felt disappointed that it ‘wasn’tfinished’.Beth stood next Jenna at the front of the cell and faced the youngteacher’s arm still holding bar. She reached down and grabbed Jenna by thehair and aimed her face at the glistening dildo, tightly strapped to herwaist. Beth had one more humiliation in mind before she’d let her new bitchrest. “Suck me clean, little girl.”Jenna, her loin throbbing with excitement and yearning for release swelledwith arousal at hearing ‘little girl’ again. She let go of the jail cellbars and turned to face Beth. She bent over at the waist again and grabbedthe thick rubber phallic with one hand. She opened her mouth and slid thesticky exterior past her lips. Jenna could smell and taste her own ass asshe inhaled through her nose and pushed it on her tongue. She could see andfeel rings of lubrication brush past her sensitive lips as she opened herthroat and tried not to gag.Beth signaled for Alisha to move behind the young teacher. The threefemales gave a beautiful profile of their tight bodies to the inmatesacross the bay that watched eagerly at the debauchery before them.Jenna was so engrossed with not letting the device out of her mouth shedidn’t realize Alisha was now behind her.Alisha stepped behind the young teacher as she sucked Beth’s rubber cockand she placed the head of her cock against Jenna’s anus.Jenna flinched when she felt the rubber device touch her backside. Jennaknew what to expect and relaxed her anus and arched her back. She hated toadmit it, but she secretly wanted it. She needed to cum and this was theonly way. Jenna’s mind was a complete fog and what was supposed to be ahumiliating and degrading situation had turned unwittingly pleasurable.As she choked on the cock in her mouth, Jenna closed her eyes when she feltAlisha push her cock inside. Jenna sighed a deep muffled moan as the dildoslid in easily and pushed to its fullest. She did her best to swallowBeth’s cock but couldn’t quite get more than half inside her mouth. Thetangy taste was a little repulsive and the head of the rubber dong hurt theback of her throat.Each time Alisha slammed her ‘nine incher’ into Jenna, Jenna’s breasts rockedbeneath her. Soon both women were pumping in unison, Alisha fucking Jenna’sass while Beth fucked her mouth.Jenna, holding Beth’s knees for balance, couldn’t believe what washappening to her. She was gagging and choking on a huge dildo in her mouthand getting fucked by another in her ass. All this was happening to herbehind bars in a jail cell in plain view of at least a dozen otherinmates. But the really scary part was – she…she LIKED it!Jenna’s mind reeled from the effects of the sexual abuse at the hands ofher two cellmates and her struggle with her secret desires. The rhythmicthumping in and out, in and out of the two latex cocks caused Jenna to feelan unbelievable thrill that electrified her very being. This was so dirty,yet so EXCITING!The saliva mixture coated her lips and dripped down her chin as she chokedfor air through distended nostrils. Jenna tilted her head up and arched herback so that she was looking straight at Beth’s stomach, which almostbounced off her nose with each thrust by Beth.Within seconds of the two women’s unified strokes, Jenna coordinated herbreathing too. Her stomach heaved as the strokes continued and herimpending orgasm grew closer and closer.Moments later Jenna came. With a muffled groan, “U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h!”she expelled love juice in heavy squirts from her love canal. She squeezeddown hard on Beth’s knees as her vagina walls convulsed with liquidorgasm. Jenna panted as her stomach knotted up in unison with her anus asher orgasm continued unabated.By itself, the sheer magnitude of the orgasm was memorable but as Jennapictured in her mind what she must look like being fucked in the ass and inthe mouth at the same time caused her to roll right into a secondorgasm. Her whole body convulsed and twitched as she discharged more waterycum that ran down her thighs.Finally Beth removed her dildo from Jenna’s mouth. She knew by Jenna’s gripstrength on her knees that she had cum.As Alisha pulled her dildo from Jenna’s ass, weak and spent, Jenna clung tothe bars. She gasped and then sighed when she felt her anus collapse aroundthe cock head as it exited her ass.The two women helped the mangled young teacher to an empty bunk where shefell asleep and dreamed of her day in jail.Jenna slept like a baby. She had just endured on of the most horrific daysof her young life. Her body had been subjected to countless sexualactivities that each resulted in tremendous orgasms.As she slept in her bunk on a thin lumpy mattress and covered in a scratchywoo l blanket, Jenna began to dream. She dreamed about her recent encounterwith her two new roommates and their harsh fucking of her. Jenna’s bodysquirmed under the coarse blanket. She dreamt about how painful it was atfirst and then how something…changed. Her back arched as she rememberedhow much better she felt when she did that while they fucked her. A smallsmile graced her lips when she dreamed about how she was fucked in hermouth by Beth and in her ass by Alisha – at the same time!Jenna’s breathing picked up and she cooed and moaned in her sleep as shedreamt about how her humiliation had turned pleasurable. Without knowingit, her pussy moistened and began to swell. Her sensitive skin tingled asthe rough blanket sc****d across her nipples and caused them toharden. Jenna was beginning to feel the effects of arousal as she slept andshe didn’t even know it.Jenna’s dream took a strange turn; the way dreams often do, and she dreamedthat Beth had laid down beside her. She remembered how absolutely GORGEOUSBeth’s body was, how perfect it was in every way. Jenna smiled softly againas she wondered, in her dream, what Beth’s skin felt like as her naked bodywould snuggle next to hers. She imagined the warmth their two naked bodieswould generate together as they laid next to each other under the scratchyjailhouse blanket.Jenna unwittingly sighed deeply as she felt Beth’s lips caress her neck andshoulder. She dreamed about how it’d feel to have Beth’s hand slip acrossher stomach and up to her breast. Jenna’s short staccato breaths made herbreasts thrust and heave, bouncing with ripples that she could feel all theway up to her collarbone. She felt her nipples stiffen and the veins in herbreasts pulse and throb with desire.As she let her imagination stray further, Jenna pictured Beth looking ather with lust, Beth’s own excitement growing and building at what she sawand wanted…which was Jenna. She pictured Beth smiling and reaching outwith soft slender fingers to trace circles around her whole breast, acrossthe top and around the side. Beth’s tender touch dipped under Jenna’sbreast where the crease joined her chest and then up her cleavage. She thencontinued the descending circles with each rotation getting smaller andtighter around her aureole.Then at Jenna’s aureole Beth paused and moaned a soft “mmmm, nice” when shesensed the texture change under her fingertips. She could see Jenna’snipple throbbing in rhythm to her heartbeat. She took her fingertip, wet itin her mouth, and then touched it to the very tip of Jenna’s nipple andbrushed it back and forth, back and forth. Then a little harder, Bethpressed her finger against the flesh of Jenna’s nipple only to let it popback up as her finger moved past it. Each time she pushed across the nippleshe flattened it and let it pop up.With each of Beth’s gentle touches, Jenna’s nipple twanged. free again, itsent electric shocks down Jenna’s tummy to her clitoris and made her tensethose lower intimate muscles, forcing more love fluid to ooze out betweenher swelling labia. All of this in Jenna’s imagination made things happenfor real between her legs as they tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed.Jenna gasp as she felt Beth’s hand tug gently at her hardened nipple. Shecould almost feel Beth’s mouth work it’s way down her shoulder andthen…”huh!” she gasp as Beth’s lips surrounded her swollen nipple andsucked it in.Jenna could feel her arousal building as she slept and dreamt. The wholedream felt so real, her body was covered in goose bumps and her vaginatwitched with every imaginary suck from Beth’s mouth.Jenna rolled onto her back and her arms flopped above her head and shespread her legs to try and cool her heated flesh. She could feel Beth’sshadowy figure pressing against her, sucking her breast, fondling her,stroking her. Jenna was breathing hard as her dream developed.Her vision was so vivid she could almost feel the weight of Beth as Bethmounted her. Lying chest-to-chest under the itchy blanket on a lumpyjailhouse mattress was a dream come true for Jenna. The sensation shereceived from the feel of Beth’s perky nipples rubbing against her own waspositively incredible!Jenna sighed deeply as her dream progressed. Her pussy heated up as Bethground her mound into Jenna’s. She squirmed under the pressure beingapplied by Beth and felt her own hips begin to thrust in response. Jenna’shands took hold of the metal-framed headboard and squeezed as she pumpedher hips against the imaginary figure of Beth lying on top of her. Jenna’swetness was spilling out from between her swollen labia lips and leakingonto her thighs. The feeling of Beth’s pubic hair grinding into her own wassending her over the edge.Then suddenly…Beth was gone. Jenna kept writhing even though the pressurefrom Beth’s body weight had left her. She still felt the effects of apending orgasm and her need to cum. The dream had a seemingly disappointingending. Jenna stopped wiggly as her arousal subsided.Jenna yearned for the feel of Beth and drifted into a deeper sleep. Onceagain she imagined the warmth of Beth’s heated flesh as she slipped underthe covers beside her and caused an immediate spurt of arousal. Jennagrinned again as she envisioned Beth touching her, stroking her, kissingher. She felt her body begin to squirm as her perception of the eventsbegan to take life. The heat of the moment caused Jenna to begin breathingdeeply and her heart to beat faster.Deep down, she wanted Beth to fuck her in her dream. Jenna felt her creamythighs squish together, lubricated by her own wetness. As she clung to themetal bars above her head, Jenna imagined Beth sit on her and rub herbreasts. She exhaled as Beth’s expert touch milked her ample breasts andtugged on her hardened nipples. With each forceful massage that ended witha sharp pull on her nipples, Jenna’s pussy secreted more love juice. Therewas no doubt about it; she was building toward an orgasm in her mind.Finally, Jenna sensed the feeling she had yearned for…that familiarpressure on her labia lips indicating Beth’s intent to enter her. Jennawiggled as she spread her legs opening herself up to Beth’sintrusion. Jenna was so hot she could barely stand it. At first there werea few short brushes up and down across her pussy lips as she pictured Bethrubbing the head of her massive dildo across her soaked opening tolubricate it. She gasped and squeezed the metal bars above her head whenshe felt the head line up with her waiting cavity and begin to enter.Jenna wanted to scream in her mind as the large black cock pressed againsther pussy opening and stretched it beyond its previous limit. She couldfeel her labia lips crush under the extreme pressure and her head floppedfrom side-to-side as she imagined with vivid detail the immense pain thephallic would induce.Jenna arched her back hard and her mouth flew open as she choked for airwhen she felt the rubber dickhead thump past her tight opening. Jennaforcibly sucked in air whenever she felt Beth ram the dildo deeper anddeeper, stretching her like never before.The dream was so real, so vivid, so detailed she could even feel Beth’ships touch hers and she knew that Beth had pushed the entire length of thenine inch cock inside her. It felt like her insides were filled to thebrim. She bit her lower lip as Beth withdrew a little and pushed backin. Jenna was more than lubricated and the latex dong slid in and outeasily.As Beth began to fuck Jenna with repeated strokes in her tender pussy,Jenna wrapped her legs around the figment’s legs and pulled her intightly. Jenna imagined that Beth supported her self by her hands placedjust above Jenna’s shoulders. She could see Beth’s breasts wobblingwhenever her stomach tightened for each thrust.”Oh my God,” Jenna dreamed, “I’m being fucked by Beth in a jail cell!” Shewas so excited by the idea she started humping back like crazy. She couldfeel the big sex toy plunging in and out of her pussy at a tremendous rateand her body was overheating. She wanted to cum it felt so good.Jenna began to pant, “ugh…ugh…ugh,” as she was brought closer andcloser to orgasm. Her pussy was generating lubrication like mad and shefelt it leaking on her thighs and ass. Her dream was so real she could feelher body slammed into the lumpy mattress as Beth’s ramming rocked her.Her swollen clit had pushed free of its sheath and every time Bethpenetrated her to the fullest it felt like she crushed Jenna’s clit, whichsent copious amounts of fluid into her abused loin. Jenna was cumming andthere was no stopping her. She needed to touch her clit just once to getherself off.Jenna released the bedpost above her and reached down to touchherself. She…she…needed to touch…herself…just once…When Jenna felt her fingernail get pinched she retracted her handimmediately as a painful electric shock resonated up her arm and her eyesflew open. “OH!” Jenna gasped, “ugh…ugh…ugh…ugh!” Jenna panted as herdream turned to reality.Without thinking and in a groggy dream-like state Jenna re-grasp the bedframe above her head. She re-closed her eyes as the punishing intrusionscontinued at a relentless pace. Beth, in the jail cell, WAS fuckingher. Jenna felt drops of sweat splash on her face and chest as Beth workedup a sweat. Beth WAS kneeling over her and pounded her pussy with that bigdildo. It wasn’t a dream after all!Jenna tried to clear her mind and hang on at the same time. Her body wasbeing lifted and jammed repeatedly and she DID have her legs wrapped aroundBeth’s.As the reality of the situation manifested itself, Jenna couldn’t stop thearousal. Her body WAS overheated to the point of orgasm, she DID have herlegs wrapped around Beth, she WAS grabbing the bed frame and she WAShumping Beth back!Jenna was overwhelmed by it all. It still felt like a dream. There was noway this could really be happening. She simply shouldn’t be dreaming aboutthings like this. She was a perfectly normal 22 year-old heterosexualfemale who liked men and should be appalled by the idea of being fucked bya woman! But here she was in exactly that situation and she was ENJOYINGit!”Ugh…ugh…ugh…ugh,” Jenna panted in unison with each deep thrust. Thesounds of which added to the fervor at which her orgasm was coming. At thismoment she didn’t care what her sexual preference was, she was cumming andthere was no denying it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. The liquidpressure inside her had reached the point of no return and with a loudgroan, “A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!” Jenna released a fountainof girl cum. She kept humping the massive dildo allowing it to plungedeeper and deeper into her saturated pussy. Jenna kept it up and cameagain. She couldn’t help it her greedy body just overreacted. She knew shewas being abused but the sensations were just too overwhelming and naturetook over.Over and over the thrusting continued, Beth was enjoying the moment and shecame herself without even being touched. Her sweaty heated flesh wasburning with arousal as she fucked her new roomie in the middle of thenight. She took great pride and pleasure in the fact that she made her newroomie have multiple orgasms. She had taken this normal heterosexual youngwoman and turned her. Now Jenna was a lesbian!Early the next morning Jenna was released from her night in jail. Tearsfilled her eyes as she hugged Beth for what was probably the lasttime. Their hands parted as the jailor led her away from the cell and downthe long cold corridor toward out-processing. Jenna sniveled as she madeher way past the other cat-calling cellmates and her bare feet sent shiversup her spine as the cold concrete floor slowly slipped passed.Jenna couldn’t help but think of the prior nights events and how everythingtranspired. Confusion reined as she struggled with the whole idea of beinga lesbian. Was she? Was she really gay? What did it mean? She knew therewas no denying what had happened to her in the cell, how Beth and the HUGEstrap-on dildo viscously ****d her. But the confusing part was how she feltabout it. I mean she actually started liking it, didn’t she? How many timesdid she cum anyway? Wasn’t that a sure indication of pure enjoyment? Wouldshe have cum like that if she DIDN’T like it?Perhaps the whole “pleasure” thing was some strange by-product of traumaticstress syndrome or something. Surely her ordeal must have been traumatic,right? I mean she was ****d and all.”Yes,” she thought to herself as she dressed in her street clothes, “thatmust be it. PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.” Jenna’s spirits beganto perk up when she convinced herself that she really WASN’T a lesbian, butjust a poor unfortunate victim of ****.Waiting outside was sister Ann. She gathered the rather distraught lookingteacher in her arms and guided her to a car parked out front. Together theydrove back to the school in utter silence, each one deep in their ownthoughts.As the wonderful old brick school came into view, Jenna sighed a kind ofrelief. Returning to the school was almost a comfort. The tree lined driverolled past as sister Ann parked in her spot out front. The smell of freshpine wafted past her nose as she exited the car and started walking towardthe front door.Suddenly a shiver of real fear shot up her spine when she saw a familiarface peering at her from inside a classroom. It was Trisha! Jenna quicklylooked away from the glaring eyes and checked her appearance to make surewasn’t exposing any part of her body. The mere thought that this youngteenager might see any of her flesh made Jenna feel faint. For she knewthat the evil little teen would find a way to humiliate her and cause herdistress.Quickly Jenna shuffled inside and out of sight. She said thanks to sisterAnn for picking her up and scurried off to her classroom. Before she evenhad a chance to catch her breath, the bell rang signaling the change ofclasses. Bustling students jammed the hallway outside and she jumped whenher door flew open. Stunned, Jenna looked up to see who was coming into herroom since she wasn’t scheduled for class for another period. An audiblegasp escaped her lips when she saw none other than Trisha, Bic and Barb.”W-what are you three doing here? D-don’t you have a c-class to attend?”she stammered nervously, blood quickly sinking to her feet causing her tofeel light-headed.”Yeah, we do bitch, but what are you going to do about it,” sharplyretorted Trisha who was rapidly closing the distance between them.Jenna stepped back at the aggressive movement and crossed her arms. Shetried to look like she was taking control, but was actually trying to coverherself.The three girls saw right through the teacher’s veiled efforts to look’powerful’ and surrounded the frightened instructor.Jenna held her breath and could feel her heart begin to race. She knewthese girls were up to no good and couldn’t imagine what they wanted. Hereyes flicked from one returning glare to another as she mentally pleadedwith them to leave her alone. Just as she was about to ask what they wantedshe backed into her desk with her butt and felt the cold tabletop on herbare ass. Jenna felt her knees get weak when the reality that she waspanty-less hit her. She felt helpless and naked as she leaned back on thedesk as the three girls pressed in. Trisha was right in front of her andJenna watched in fearful wonder as the young teen stared straight in hereyes while she pawed through her purse that she clutched near herchest. Jenna knew the youngster had found what she was searching for whenshe saw the teen’s eyes widen a bit and an evil smirk pierce her lips.Jenna broke her gaze with her young tormentor to look at what Trisha waspulling from her bag. To her amazement, it was a razor. Puzzled andconfused, Jenna clutched at the desk creasing her buttocks.”Know what this is for, teach?” queried a smirking Trisha.”N-no,” shakily replied an honestly confused Jenna.”I want you to shave, NOW!” ordered Trisha.”S-shave?” stammered a bumbling Jenna.”Your pussy, teach! I want you to shave that pussy of yours right NOW!”ordered a now irritated Trisha at the teacher’s ignorance.Jenna almost passed out. Her light-headedness almost got the best ofher. “Was this girl serious?” she asked herself in total disbelief. “Whywould I do such a thing?” she asked herself again. She could see theexcitement on the girl’s faces as they waited in heated anticipation. Shesensed from their reaction and body language that they fully expected herto shave her own pussy, right there in her own classroom and in front ofthem.Jenna’s back stiffened as she summoned the courage to say, “No. I will notshave myself. What are you crazy?””Fine. Have it your way then, teach,” sighed a resigned Trisha, “I guessI’ll just have to report that you ****d me in the hallway,” she continuedwith a shrug.Jenna felt instantly flush as the girls looked down in unison and slowlyturned as if to walk away. “N-NO! Wait,” Jenna said as the trio had justturned their backs on her. Jenna’s mind was flooded with crazythoughts. Consequences for her various reactions to her predicament racedthrough her brain with reckless abandon. If she didn’t do what they askedshe’d be fired for sure. But if she DID do what they asked then she’d haveto humiliate herself in front of them.The three girls paused their departure and stopped in their tracks. None ofthem turned around but instead they held their collective breath hoping tohear those important words that finally came: “Okay, I’ll do it.”The three smiling teens turned around and faced the young teacher as Trishahanded her the razor. “Strip first,” ordered Trisha as Bic and Barb eagerlynodded their approval.”B-but someone could look in and see me,” Jenna whimpered as she pointed tothe clear glass pain in the door.Jenna gasped when Trisha, who said “Fine,” snatched the razor from herhand. “We’re outa here.”Quickly, Jenna grabbed at the razor held loosely in Trisha’s hand andpleaded, “Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Just please don’t leave.” She couldn’tbelieve she was now pleading with the three blackmailers to stay while sheshaved herself, but what choice did she have?Jenna knew she had no choice but to comply so the quicker she got this overwith, the better. Without unbuttoning her blouse she peeled it over herhead. Her bra-less breasts wobbled as the material sc****d by them. Shefelt her nipples harden as the cool room air caused her skin totighten. Feeling the eyes of the three teens boring in on her exposed fleshcaused an instant rush of wetness to fill her pussy. Jenna closed her eyesbriefly as she tried to fight the sudden urge.Without further thought she pulled her skirt down and shimmied it to herknees before letting it drop to the floor around her ankles. She couldn’tbelieve she was standing naked in front these three young teenage girls!Jenna wanted to run and she wanted to cry, but…there was also somethingelse she was feeling, something that seemed to be emanating from her ownloin. It was like tingly little butterflies that danced in her stomach andtickled her inner self.Jenna leaned back against the cold table and bent forward, pushing her hipsand pelvic bone to the front. The three tiny teens stared at the youngteachers pussy and watched her place the slightly trembling razor to thetop of her pubic area. Bic and Barb leaned in on Trisha as the three stoodarm-in-arm as if huddled against the cold. Their eyes were glued to Jenna’sbalding pussy as the teacher stroked gently, swipe after swipe.The three teens had shifted to Jenna’s right in a position that enabledthem to watch the helpless teacher AND the door. Trisha was the first tonotice two 7th graders pass down the hall, obviously with a hall pass touse the restroom, as they glanced in and saw the naked teacher. Trishawatched as the two girls grabbed each other and silently slide to each sideof the door for a better view. A single eyeball was all that was visible asthe girls watched the young teacher shave her pussy as Trisha and her twofriends watched.One of the seventh graders quietly slipped out of sight only to returnmoments later with two more classmates. Soon the four young teens werepushing for position outside the door.Jenna was oblivious to the girls jockeying for position, as she was totallyfocused on not cutting herself. With each painful stroke of the razor, tinychunks of pubic hair fell silently to the floor at her feet. Tears began tofill Jenna’s eyes as she watched in horror as her beautiful lightly hairedpussy became balder and balder. She used her left hand to push down on herlower abdomen and she spread her knees a little more, to the delight of thesmall crowd that now watched the humiliating spectacle.As the last few clumps of hair were removed from the sides of her labia,Jenna began to relax and straighten. She looked up at Trisha with pleadingeyes that begged to be released from her captive environment.But to her shock, Trisha said, “Masturbate yourself.”Jenna could tell Trisha and the other girls were sexually charged andwanted more. The dryness of Trisha’s voice and the dank smell of mustypussy that filled the room were becoming intoxicating. Jenna didn’t knowwhat to do. She’d never really masturbated herself before, certainly not inpublic. Her icy hands trembled and her eyes pleaded with the three teens asshe blubbered, “I d-don’t know how.”The three girls started giggling and clutching at each other as if to keepfrom falling over. Jenna’s left arm tried to cover her breasts and shenaturally started to close up. Hearing the laughter from three teenagegirls who obviously knew more about masturbating than she did wasembarrassing. She felt sick to her stomach and wanted to vomit.Trisha stopped giggling long enough to say, “Grab your cunt and squeeze it,teach.”Reluctantly, Jenna did as she was told. With her right hand she cupped herown pussy and squeezed. Instantly, blood began to flow to the area. Astrange feeling started. She squeezed her pussy a second time and then athird. With each squeeze, more and more blood rushed to the affected areaand she could feel her labia begin to swell. Strange sensations werebeginning to fill her mind also. What she was doing was sick anddisgusting, but it was having a strange effect on her. Her whole body wasbeginning to tingle and she felt a growing wetness inside her pussy. Almostnaturally her middle finger split her two labia and entered her soakingcanal. A rush of pure pleasure shot through her as her finger brushedagainst her swelling clit.Jenna’s head flicked back and she gasp a deep gasp. Her eyes slowly closedas she slowly exhaled through pierced lips. Instinctively she began to rubher nipples with her left hand, while her middle finger slid back and forthin the sloppy slit. Jenna’s breathing shallowed and quickened as thesensations continued to build. She was forgetting where she was and whatshe doing. She was becoming lost in the moment and she didn’t care that shewas the center of attention for two small groups of young teens.Both groups of girls watched in shear amazement as their teacher stoodbefore them naked, pressed against a desk fingering herself. No one wasuttering a word. The heat of the moment was almost too much.Trisha panted and choked air as she watched the power she had unfold. Justthe thought of having this much control over another human wasintoxicating. She had just ordered a teacher in her school to strip, shaveher own pussy and now masturbate in front of her and her friends. And shewas DOING IT!”Tell us you’re a whore, teach,” Trisha commanded. “Say it!”Jenna, slowly but surely progressing on the path toward orgasm barely heardthe words, but she managed to mutter them anyway, “I’m a whore, I’m awhore.” Her middle finger was stroking her clit as her index and ringfingers held her labia apart. She rocked her hand forward and back acrossher clit and then inserted two fingers. Her gash was a sopping wet mess.”Suck your fingers, slut, and tell us you like it!” Trisha demanded.Jenna’s mind was a cloudy fog and she barely knew where shewas. Instinctively at the sound of Trisha’s voice, she obeyed. Jenna suckedon her first two fingers and for the first time, tasted her own juices onherself. The musty smell and tangy taste was exhilarating and she nearlycame. She mumbled, “I’m a slut and I taste good. M-m-m-m-m-m-mph, m-m-m-m,I’m a slut,” she repeated as she withdrew her cleaned fingers beforeautomatically reinserting them into her waiting snatch without being told.”Stick your finger in your ass, slut. Finger your asshole.” Trishadirected.As if on autopilot, Jenna used her middle left finger to reach behindherself and press it into her anus. The additional sensation was almost toomuch. She furiously pumped her right in her cunt while gently fingering herass with her left.Trisha sensed the teacher was reaching climax, but she wanted to humiliateher just a bit more before she did. “Suck your ass finger clean, youwhore!”Without breaking the rhythm with her right hand, Jenna removed her leftfinger and pushed it between her lips. Her tongue eagerly danced around thefilthy digit, cleaning and removing all the soil. The tart bitter tanginesscombined with the musty smell of her own ass and pussy juice sent the youngteacher over the edge.Her pussy exploded into a violent climax and soaked her hand with moreslippery cunt juice. Jenna continued to rub and squeeze her pussy for whatseemed like several minutes, while the spasms coursed through her entirebeing.Finally, mercifully, her body began to relax and her mind came intofocus. As the clouds of confusion and climax lifted, Jenna slowly openedher eyes. Her right hand still gently squeezing her pulsating pussy, Jennaeventually began to take in her surroundings. A full class of neatlydressed 8th grade girls sat quietly and orderly in tidy rows in front ofher. Smiling faces and tiny hands uniformly clasp in front of each adoringc***d as they watched their teacher regain her composure.Jenna’s heart nearly stopped when she finally realized that the bell hadrung to begin her class and her room had quietly filled with young teenagegirls while she brought herself to orgasm.Shocked. Humiliated. Degraded. Publicly exposed. Jenna was a totalwreck. The petite 22 year old didn’t know what to do. She stared at herselfin the restroom mirror. Her face looked older somehow. Her eyes had deepdarkish bags under them from lack of sleep and stress. Her hair was mussedand lacked its usual shape and luster. Her blouse and skirt looked shabbyand tattered. Her mind was awash with uncertainty and despair.What was happening to her? She turned on the faucet and cupped some coolwater in her hands and splashed it on her face and neck. She rubbed hereyes and tried to clear her mind.Ever since her arrival at the St. Monica’s School for Girls, Jenna had onestrange encounter after the other. She’d had numerous orgasms at the handsof young teens. A janitor and a prisoner from the local jail had ****dher. She’d exposed her body to so many people she couldn’t remember howmany. She’d allowed people to touch her in ways she’d never imaginedbefore.Why was all this happening to her? What had she done wrong? How did shekeep letting these things happen? She was “letting” it happen, too, wasn’tshe? Jenna’s mind reeled. She felt dizzy. The continuous buzz of unansweredquestions spun around in her mind and made her feel sick.Jenna wanted to vomit when she remembered her latest predicament. Shestepped back from the sink and lifted her skirt and stared at her pussy. Itwas true. She had indeed shaved herself in front of those three horribleblackmailers led by Trisha. Worse yet, her ENTIRE class had seen hernakedness AND her latest orgasm. Even worse than that was that she’d givenHERSELF the orgasm! “Oh no,” she sighed breathlessly, “I’m gonna be fired.”Jenna’s heart sank at the idea of confronting sister Ann. She knew she wasscrewed. Damn that Trisha!! If she didn’t hold such a trump card over her,she’d get that k** and pummel her. Jenna felt a building rage inside her asher fists tightened at her sides. She was angry. Angry that that littleshit had made her…had made her…shave her pussy and masturbate!! “Ohgawd,” she groaned, an emptiness entering the pit of her stomach.Consumed in her own thoughts of self-pity and worthlessness, Jenna didn’thear the restroom door open. Three shadowy figures quietly slipped in.Leaning forward on the sink and staring at herself in the mirror, Jennasuddenly felt as though she was being watched. The tiny hairs on the backof her neck raised and sent a shiver down her spine. Now gripped with asudden fear, Jenna froze. Almost afraid to look around, she justlistened. Her ears strained to pick up the slightest noise. But all shecould hear was the methodical thumping of her heartbeat as it quickened andintensified.Then she heard it. The slightest scuff of a shoe as it lightly sc****dalong the floor. Jenna gasped and held her breath. She wasn’t alone! Hergrip tightened on the sides of the sink and her eyes flicked fromside-to-side as she tried to locate the intruder. Motionless she stood, theuncertainty killing her.Jenna spun around and pressed herself against the sink. She grabbed thesink with both hands at her waist and pulled her buttocks tightly againstit. She held her breath, panicked and fearful and she scanned the restroom.>From behind the last stall wall closest to the door appeared TRISHA!!Jenna’s heart raced and she wanted to run! But to where! Trisha stoodbetween her and the door! Jenna couldn’t breathe. Her heart felt like itwas going to leap out of her chest! She clutched so tightly on the sink herknuckles turned white. Shear panic gripped the young teacher and she fearedfor her safety.Her worst nightmare got even worse when Bic and Barb soon flanked theirpartner in crime. The three aggressive looking teens stood shoulder toshoulder with hands on their hips. Silent. Glaring.Jenna didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know where to go. She didn’t knowwhat to say. Her mind was blank and she was frozen and couldn’t move. Herlegs felt like tree trunks deeply rooted in the ground. She felt anchoredto the sink.Seconds passed. The standoff continued for what felt like ages. Jennadidn’t know what to do. When the three girls didn’t move or speak, it gaveJenna enough time to summon the courage to ask, “W-what do you w-want?”The sheepish way she asked the question made Jenna mad. She was alreadycowering to these hoodlums and she was sure they’d pick up on her fear. Sheblinked to try and clear her mind, her body still stiff and immovable.Trisha’s facial expression soured at the teacher’s question. “How dare youspeak to me without getting permission first!” she fired back at the youngteacher. “You will ONLY speak to me when I give you permission to speak. Isthat clear?!”Jenna looked down at the ground. She wanted to protest, but she was afraidto. Besides, this girl held all the cards. Whatever she wanted, Jenna knewshe’d have to comply. Her heart sank as the reality settled in. Hershoulders slumped forward as she meekly nodded her head ‘yes’.”What did you say?” forcefully inquired a suddenly heated Trisha. Sheinstantly felt like jumping with joy at her conquest, but she knew she hadto maintain control of her emotions to further her power and control. “Ididn’t hear your answer, teach. IS THAT CLEAR?”Jenna, shamed, helpless, afraid and humiliated muttered a barely audible,”Yes, I understand.””Good then,” Trisha purred as she moved closer to the beaten teacher, untilshe stood directly in front of her.Jenna felt the icy grip of the teen’s tiny hand grasp her chin and jerk herface upward until she was staring eye to eye with Trisha. Jenna still heldonto the sink and pressed even closer on it, hoping, praying she couldsomehow disappear.”On your knees, whore,” Trisha growled as her hand slipped behind theteachers head to grab a handful of hair.Jenna reluctantly relaxed her knees and slowly began to kneel.”From now on, teach, when I enter a room you will kneel for me on BOTHknees, understand?” pronounced the self-promoted Princess Trisha. “You willdemonstrate to the world that you are mine now, understand? You will payhomage to me and show me respect,” Trisha stated flatly with a quick jerkof Jenna’s hair, “or there will be Hell to pay! Understand teach?”Jenna winced at the repeated tugs on her hair, but weakly replied, “PleaseTrisha, PLEASE! I can’t do that, not in school! What will people say?Please don’t make me do that, PLEASE?!” Jenna felt empty inside. Shepictured herself kneeling in her own classroom as Trisha entered. Shewondered what the other k**s would think and how they would react. Whatwould they think she was doing? And what about the other teachers? Andparents?”Shut up, whore!” Trisha shouted. “Stop your blubbering! You WILL kneelwhen I enter a room is that CLEAR!”Tears filled her eyes and Jenna wanted to break down and cry. Her world wasover. She was submitting to this awful teenager. She was giving her controlover her. How could she do that? How could she just let this 15 year oldrun her life like that?But what choice did she have? Jenna knew the little shit would make up alie and say she ****d her. And she knew that Trisha had successfully donethings to her in front of other classmates who were now witnesses to heracts of depravity. What else could she do? Things were beyond just a ‘job’now. We’re talking jail time. Jenna’s stomach heaved as the reality of herplight sank in. She choked on air as she tried to breathe. Meekly sheoffered, “Y-yes Trisha. I understand.””Let’s see what kind of shave job you did down there, teach,” Trisha saidas she pawed at the top button of her blouse.”Yeah, let’s see,” chimed Bic and Barb in unison.”Why does she need to take off my blouse to see my shave job?” a naiveJenna asked herself. “No, please, not here, PLEASE Trisha, PLEASE!!” beggedJenna.Button by button came undone until Trisha had opened the teachers blousecompletely. Bic and Barb pulled the rumpled blouse off her shoulders andtossed it on the floor behind them.Jenna was scared. The sudden coldness made her skin ripple with goosebumps, which hardened her nipples.”Place your hands on your head, teach,” ordered a now satisfied Trisha.”Yeah, on your head,” repeated Barb.Jenna pleaded with the trio to not make her do this, “Please Trisha, pleasedon’t do this. Someone might come in.” Reluctantly, Jenna placed her handson her head. Her breasts lifted in response and pushed her puffy pinkaureoles forward. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to see theirfaces.The three girls smiled devilish smiles as they watched the teacher submitto Trisha’s every request.Trisha then stepped out of her shoe and inserted her toe into the waistbandof Jenna’s skirt.Jenna’s stomach tightened as the girl’s clammy toe came in contact with herskin, just below her bellybutton. She felt the girl press down on her skirtand watched her lean back and stare at her crotch. Jenna could tell she wastrying to get a glimpse of her freshly shaven cunt, but the skirt wasbinding above her ass and wasn’t about to go low enough in front. “Please,Trisha, please,” whispered a nervous Jenna.Frustrated that the skirt wasn’t able to slide down the way she’d hoped,Trisha grit her teeth and stepped down hard on the waistband snapping theclasp and breaking the zipper. The skirt dropped to Jenna’s knees under theforce of Trisha’s foot.Jenna gasp, “oh,” when she felt the material release.Trisha took her toe and slowly ran it along the inside of Jenna’sthigh. She could see Jenna’s stomach convulse involuntarily at the unwantedstimulation and she knew the effect it would have on the tiny teacher. Shetapped the bald pussy with the top of her foot a couple times beforerunning her big toe along the moistening slit. Trisha watched Jenna’s eyesclose and jaw clench. She knew the teacher was becoming aroused at hertouch and was trying mightily to avoid the sensations.Jenna’s eyes popped open suddenly when she was ripped back to reality aftershe felt a sharp sting on her left breast. Trisha had just slapped her tit!”We’re not here for your pleasure, whore,” Trisha shouted as her hand sweptoff to her left, “we’re here for mine!”With that, Bic and Barb each grabbed one of Jenna’s elbows and bowed herback, seriously arching her back. Jenna gasp in response and held herbreath. She watched in fear as Trisha reached under her skirt and pulledher panties to her knees.Trisha stepped forward holding her skirt against her stomach until herpussy was directly over Jenna’s face. Jenna winced as Trisha reached downwith both hands and grabbed the young teachers hair right behind her ears.”Eat me, whore!” Trisha commanded with a sharp jerk on her head that forcedJenna’s face against her pussy.Jenna wanted to close her mouth, but pleaded instead, “No. Trisha, please!I beg you, don’t make me do this again!” Jenna was having horribleflashbacks of the last time Trisha did this to her in the hallway. But thegirls simply had her stretched too far backward. Young Trisha’s pussysmashed against her lips and tongue. The taste and smell of young teenagepussy enveloped her. Trisha ground her pussy on Jenna’s face and started amethodical rub.Jenna’s nose and mouth were becoming coated with sticky girl juice from theoverheated youngster. Trisha’s tiny pussy was flowing like a leaky faucetand Jenna could hear her start to pant. Jenna was finding it difficult tobreathe at times and rocked her own head to eke out tiny air passages. Thisonly served to excite the teenage gangster even further and heighten herimpending climax.The grinding continued for minutes. Jenna’s face began to hurt under thecontinuous pressure. Through it all, something strange was happening toher. Something about the taste and smell was doing something to her. Hertongue darted in and out of the soft teenage flesh and it…it…tasted -GOOD!Jenna slowly felt her resistance begin to wane. No longer was shestruggling for air, but rather she was struggling for – position. When shefelt Bic and Barb lessen the pressure on her arms, she seized theopportunity and grabbed Trisha by the hips. Her thumbs squeezed deeply intoTrisha’s flesh and pressed against her hipbones while her fingers crushedinto her skin. Jenna pulled hard against the grinding teen. She lapped atthe youthful cunt like a dog to butter.Bic and Barb stared in amazement as the teacher WILLINGLY licked theirfriends’ pussy.Trisha, lost in the pleasure of the moment hadn’t even released her grip onthe teachers’ hair, but continued to hump her face relentlessly. Trisha’sstomach tightened as the throws of a major orgasm were thrust upon her. Shegroaned a deep guttural groan, “A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h!” as her loin convulsedwith love juice.Jenna licked and lapped the gooey girl cum like a ravenous a****l. Shesucked on the tiny pussy and tugged on her clit. She stroked each labiumwith long gentle strokes of her tongue as the pumping hips slowed to a mildrhythm.Trisha let go of the young teachers hair and seductively ran her hands upher own body and into her hair as she shivered with ecstatic pleasure. Shelet out a long sigh before stepping back, satisfied.”Now do them too, whore,” Trisha said in a groggy voice.Awash in a surreal world of pleasure and humiliation, Jenna turned to Barbfirst. Almost as if she were a robot, Jenna lifted the green plaid skirtand tugged at her panties. She pushed the waistband down to the girls’knees and proceeded to gently kiss Barb’s pussy.As if on her first date and engaging in her first kiss with a boy, Jennaheld Barb’s hips and kissed her pussy. Gently at first, with just lightpecks, until the erotic smell of an aroused teenage girl wafted under hernose, Jenna kissed the tiny pussy. Extending her tongue she licked theoutside of each swelling labia several times. Moisture was clearlyevident. Jenna tilted her head to the side and pushed her tongue into thesoft fleshy passage as if French kissing a boy.Soft moans of passion emanated from Jenna as she made love to the teenagepussy in front of her. With growing passion and a****l instincts, Jennabegan to up the tempo. She licked and sucked on the teenager’s labium andclit. She loved the involuntary thrust she would feel whenever she draggedher coarse tongue across the tiny sensitive clit.It was all Jenna could do to hold onto Barb’s hips as the teen humped herway to a delightful orgasm.Jenna impulsively repeated the same process for Bic. When all three girlswere satisfied, Jenna was too. Strange as it was, she did feel a weirdsense of satisfaction. She wasn’t even sure where it came from, but it wasdefinitely real.Kneeling back on her haunches, Jenna awaited her next command.”You did fairly well today, teach,” admitted a pleasured Trisha. “Don’tthink your little act here today will absolve you of any furtherduties. Because you are mine now, understand teach? MINE. In fact, I wantyou to address me as Ms. Trisha, from now on. Got it whore?”With that, Bic took Jenna’s blouse and tossed it into a toilet and thethree girls left the kneeling, topless teacher.Even Trisha was having a hard time believing how much control she washaving over her teacher. The teenager spent nearly every waking hour whenshe was not in school, masturbating to thoughts of how she could furtherdegrade and humiliate the young Ms. Tarp. Her own mom was beginning toworry about her because she’d run upstairs to her room after school andnever be seen from again, or so it seemed.When her mom inquired about what she was doing in her room all that time,Trisha always told her “homework”. “Yeah,” she chuckled to herself asleaned against her headboard, “I’m doing homework alright.” A devious smilecrossed her lips as two fingers massaged her slippery cunt. She wasdetermined to come up with a whole list of ways to humiliate her teacherand demonstrate her total control. As she lay there playing with her pussyshe pondered the thought.”Hmmm, what can I do next,” she hummed as she inserted a finger. “I thinkshe needs to look more like the slut she is,” Trisha mused to herself asher pussy surged with fresh juice as a wonderful idea entered herbrain. “YES!” she said aloud, “that’s it!” She masturbated herself to aglorious orgasm before drifting off to a blissful sleep.The next morning at school she went in search of Ms. Tarp. Quickly joinedby her two friends, Trisha marched through the hallways in search of thetiny teacher. Armed with her very select items, her anticipation wasgetting the better of her. She could feel her pussy juice start to dribblefrom her cunt. She almost felt tunnel vision as her heart rateincreased. This was going to be GREAT!Like gangsters on a mission, they pushed open door after door in search oftheir victim. Bic yelled out, “There she is!” when she saw the petiteteacher duck into a nearby restroom. The three scampered down the hall andburst into the restroom. At first it appeared empty as the three ruffiansentered but they all knew better.Barb taunted Jenna by singing, “Ms. Tarp, come out, come out wherever youare.”Jenna huddled in a stall, her feet pulled up in a fetal position on thetoilet. She’d hoped the three girls hadn’t seen her slip in there but shewas wrong. She squeezed her legs tightly and whimpered quietly. Deep downshe knew it was only a matter of time before they found her. She hadnowhere to run and nowhere to hide. She was defenseless against their dailyassaults. Her heart beat so loudly she thought it might give her away.WHAM!!Jenna flinched when the stall door next to hers slammed open. She wanted toburst into tears. The fear was paralyzing. Tiny beads of sweat formed onher neck as squeezed her knees tighter to her chest and closed hereyes. She knew her stall was next.”Hello down there,” came a familiar sounding voice from above. Trisha wasstanding on the toilet in the next stall and was looking down on thefrightened teacher. “You aren’t hiding are you, teach?” Trisha snickeredbefore getting serious, “I want you NOW! So come out, okay?”Jenna was petrified. She didn’t know what to say.”Why don’t you be a good little girl and open the door okay? I have asurprise for you my little slut,” teased Trisha.Jenna feared statements like that most of all. Any surprise this k** hadfor her had to be bad. “Please! Won’t you please just leave me alone?Please, Ms. Trisha, please just leave me alone!” Jenna pleaded.Trisha gushed at being called ‘Ms. Trisha’ by her teacher. “Open the doorlittle girl or I’ll crawl over the top and we’ll have a repeat ofyesterday” warned Trisha.Those words sent a bolt of fear through Jenna and without looking up ather, she briskly stepped down off the toilet and reluctantly opened thedoor. Bic grabbed her arm and yanked her out.Trisha forcefully grabbed the smaller teachers jaw and pushed her backagainst the wall. Jenna winced and squeezed her eyes shut expecting to behit. She pressed her hands against the cold tile wall hoping she could justsink inside and disappear.”You’re a slut, aren’t you, teach?” sneered Trisha. “Say it. Tell us you’rea slut!”Jenna leaned against the wall with all her might. She wasn’t a slut and shehated the word. She hated being told to say the word, but this girl, thisevil little girl kept making her say it. All Jenna wanted was for thistorment to stop. “Please, Ms. Trisha, please don’t make me do things likethis, PLEASE. Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?”she pleaded.Jenna’s pleas fell on deaf ears. Trisha didn’t care. “Just SAY IT! Tell usyou’re a SLUT!” she insisted as she squeezed a little tighter on Jenna’sjaw.”I-I’m a slut!” blubbered a distraught Jenna.”Yes you are,” cooed a satisfied Trisha, “but you don’t LOOK like aslut. Does she girls?””No, not at all,” agreed the two cohorts in unison.Jenna wondered why the three girls were being so nice all of a sudden. Theyjust paid her a wonderful compliment, the first of its kind. She opened hereyes and looked at the three young teens, her jaw still firmly in Trisha’sgrasp.”Maybe we can help her with that, girls,” offered a helpful soundingTrisha.Bic piped up, “I’m sure we can.””Yes, oh yes, I’m SURE we can,” agreed Barb enthusiastically.”Well then, we’re agreed,” surmised Trisha. “Let’s get started then.”Trisha released the thin-framed teacher and started rummaging through herbag. Small items clanked on the counter top as the bags contents wereemptied. Lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, lip-gloss, rouge, makeupand other assorted things were spread out. A couple of neatly folded itemswere placed up there too.”Now hold still and don’t move slut,” ordered a more serious Trisha.The three girls started applying makeup to the petite teachers face. Jennadidn’t move as the girl’s applied thick coats of heavy mascara andeyeliner. Receding shades of blue eye shadow crept to her eyebrows, whichhad been plucked into thin lines. Her lips were coated with a deep redlipstick to match the rouge that covered her cheeks.Jenna watched the methodical transformation in the mirror. She looked moreand more slutty with each new addition. No more did she look like aschoolteacher. Now she looked like a hooker.When the girls were finished Trisha pointed to the neat little stack offolded clothes and said, “here, put these on, teach.”Jenna kept staring at her face in the mirror as she picked up theclothes. She closely examined the job they did and was actually impressedby the detail. In no way was she accepting that she looked okay, it’s justthat the job they did was pretty good.Jenna shook out the two items and stared at them. Her heart sank as feargripped her. There was no way she could where them. NO WAY! One item was atiny shear white top with short sleeves that was so shear it wouldn’t evenconceal her breasts and the other…the other was a small stretchy tubethat was no more than SIX INCHES WIDE! “Is that a SKIRT?” her mindshrieked!”I-I can’t w-wear these, Ms. Trisha! I’ll be fired on the spot,” Jennapleaded.Trisha grabbed the teacher’s hair and shook her head, “I said put them on!I’m not going to repeat myself, slut!”Jenna was scared. Her hands trembled as the three youngsters stepped backto watch the well-endowed teacher disrobe. Nervously, Jenna stripped. Shetried to keep herself covered as best she could but it was no use. Thesee-through top fit just as she thought it would. It adhered to her like asecond skin and her breasts were clearly visible. It did little to supporther large perky breasts and ended just below her rib cage. The neckline wasdeep enough that some cleavage showed and the back a very deep U-cut.Jenna quickly checked her appearance in the mirror and was shocked heraureoles were as distinct as they were. Her nipples sprung out a solidhalf-inch and she could even see some tiny bumps around her aureoles.”Hurry up, slut. Put the skirt on,” encouraged a heated Trisha.The anticipation was almost too much for the teenager. Her plan was goingbetter than expected. She had made up the teacher to look like the ‘slut ofsluts’ and the idea of her teaching class looking like that was causing herto drip.”Come on, come on,” urged the impatient Trisha.Jenna undid her skirt and dropped in to the floor. Leaning forward in ahorrible attempt to cover herself from the prying eyes, she pulled on thetiny tube. It fit like a glove and was very stretchy. When she pulled it upto her waist her pussy showed. When she pulled it down to cover her pussy,her ass crack showed. Jenna was flabbergasted. She didn’t know what to do.”Okay, okay, now the shoes,” insisted a breathless Trisha as hermasterpiece was coming to conclusion.Jenna was handed a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes. She stepped intothe 6-inch heeled shoes and stared at herself in the mirror. The lime greenskirt looked atrocious. Her flat stomach heaved with fear. She justcouldn’t go out in public looking like this, she just couldn’t!”Please, Ms. Trisha, please don’t make me wear this. I look awful!” Jennatwisted and turned as she checked her appearance in the mirror. The shoesraised her height to the point where she could actually make direct eyecontact with Trisha and not have to look up at her.”I think you look wonderful!” Trisha lied. “Meet me back in class girls.”Bic and Barb smiled at each other as they skipped off arm in arm.Trisha pushed the young teacher backward into the first stall closest tothe door. “Sit down slut” she ordered. “Before you go to your first classlooking like the slut you are, I want you to service me first.””Please, no. Not again, Ms. Trisha, PLEASE!” begged Jenna as she sat on thetoilet and looked up at the teen.Trisha put her hands on the teachers’ shoulders and pushed down. “Get onyour knees, slut.”Jenna whispered as loudly as she thought she should, “Please Ms. Trisha,not in here. Someone may come in and see me kneeling in here. PleaseMs. Trisha, don’t make me do this! Not NOW!” She knew she should would haveto though as she sank to her knees. The cold concrete floor sent shivers upher spine and her nipples sprang to instant hardness. She braced herselffrom falling forward in the tight confines by holding onto Trisha’sknees. “Please Ms. Trisha, please don’t make me do this again.”Jenna knew her pleas were being ignored. Even as she continued to beg theteen to stop, Jenna continued with her task. She slid her hands up thegirls thighs to the waistband of her panties and paused, “PleaseMs. Trisha,” she begged, her eyes firmly affixed on the girls panties,”please don’t make me do this again,” she pleaded. Jenna’s voice taperedoff as an inexplicable rush of saliva filled her mouth.As she pulled the girls panties down, Jenna continued her emotionlesspleas, “Please Ms. Trisha, please!” Without being forced, Jenna kissed theteens sopping wet pussy full on. She heard Trisha groan as if theculmination of her efforts were being realized. Jenna pushed her nose intothe bottom of her slit and ran it up to her clit.Trisha sighed as the tip of Jenna’s nose brushed across her swollenknob. Instinctively she pushed her hips forward and spread her knees as faras the panties would let them.Jenna pushed outwardly on the girls thighs and drove her tongue deep intothe tangy wetness. She licked and sucked on the teen’s pussy and made loveto it. Just as she was getting into it, the restroom door opened.Both girls froze.Jenna’s heart raced. She squeezed tightly on Trisha’s thighs as her feartook over. Her worst nightmare manifested itself when she heard sisterAnn’s voice!”Are you all right in there?”Jenna wasn’t sure if she should answer or if Trisha should answer. Her headthrobbed and her brain wasn’t working. She blinked her eyes to try andclear her mind before stuttering, “u-uh, y-yes, I’m fine.””Is that you Ms. Tarp?” inquired sister Ann. “What are you doing in there?Do you have someone in there with you?”Jenna’s heart skipped a beat. Her mind created and rejected a dozenexcuses. “She must have seen Trisha’s feet!” she reasoned to herself, “ohgawd, now what do I say?”Jenna’s fingers went cold and she almost lost her grip on Trisha’s knees.Trisha looked down at the panicked teacher. Trisha had a strange air ofcalm come over her. As she held her rolled up skirt tightly to her flatyouthful stomach, she reached down with her right hand and cupped the backof Jenna’s head and pulled her forward. She pushed her pelvis toward theresisting teacher and said, “uh, yes sister Ann, it’s me, Trisha.” Shepushed her pussy onto Jenna’s nose and slowly rubbed her steamy flesh onthe bony bridge and continued, “Ms. Tarp is helping me with my brokenzipper.””Oh. Okay, just so long as everything is okay in there.” sister Ann said asshe took the stall next to theirs.Trisha felt an incredible rush of girl juice when she heard the stall doornext-door close. She pushed her knees apart as far as they would go untilher panties snapped down around her ankles. She held Jenna’s face to herpussy and continued to rub herself on her nose. The thought of the HeadMistress sitting right next to her while she face fucked her teacher waspushing her over the edge. She loved the idea of letting the Head Mistressknow what was ‘really going on in there’.Jenna’s nose felt so good on her pussy, she bit her lip to keep frommoaning. She desperately wanted to let sister Ann know what was happeningin there without ‘saying’ anything. Devious methods raced through her mindbut nothing seemed practical. She knew she only had a few seconds to do itand then it hit her.Trisha lifted her right foot and tilted her toe. Her panties snapped offher ankle and bunched themselves around her left ankle. She pushed her footunder the divider until she KNEW that sister Ann could see! She heldJenna’s face to her pussy and kept rubbing. Her juices were flowing hardnow and she wanted to cum! The feeling of Jenna’s nose as it split thesoppy fleshy folds of her young pussy was incredible.Jenna wanted to resist but was helpless to do anything. All she could dowas stay quiet and hope that sister Ann believed her. Her heart waspounding so hard she thought it might burst. Trisha’s incessant rubbing wasno help either. She tried to keep the teen at bay but it was no use. Sheknew the teen wouldn’t let her stop until she had an orgasm, she justprayed she wouldn’t attract attention.Through it all, the smell of a hot teenage pussy and the tangy taste ofyouthful cunt juice was strangely pleasurable to Jenna. She didn’t mind anyof that at all, it was being forced to do these dirty deeds in public thatJenna despised. The fear of getting caught with a teenage pussy in hermouth was worse than any nightmare. Prison really scared the young teacher.But what choice did she have? Trisha had her over a barrel and there wasnothing she could do except her young teenage tormentor’s bidding. She hadto do whatever this sick young girl wanted or she would surely live therest of her life behind bars!The sound of the toilet flushing signaled the end of sister Ann’s impromptuvisit. She left without another word.”Oh, gawd, that was close, huh slut,” Trisha sighed as she pushed her pubicmound down harder on Jenna’s nose. She whispered, “you’re gonna make me cumnow aren’t you?”Jenna nodded ‘yes’ knowing that she had no choice.Trisha raised her skirt even higher and pushed her pelvis forward evenmore. She wanted to watch her teacher slave face fuck her pussy. Shegrabbed Jenna’s head and positioned it so that her pussy was just over theteacher’s nose. “Tilt your face up a little, slut,” Trisha began, “Ah, justlike that. Now hold that position and DON’T MOVE!” Trisha slowly loweredher pubis bone down onto Jenna’s nose. She used the pretty proboscis as awedge and let it split her swollen labia until her clit nestled perfectlyinto the dip between Jenna’s bridge and her forehead. Trisha cooed herapproval and slowly rocked her hips in response so that her clit bumpedfrom Jenna’s forehead down onto her nose. The thumping and grinding wassending violent shocks of erotic pleasure into Trisha’s anus and back.Jenna tried hard to hold her position. Trisha’s pubic hair was feeling likesand paper on her forehead and she feared it was making her skin raw. Hernose was being driven into Trisha’s sloppy pussy with each deep grind. Shehad to breathe through her mouth because her nose was covered in slimy girljuice. Jenna felt like she was just some sort of sexual toy for this teen’spleasure. She didn’t even feel appreciated, she just felt like a humanrubbing post.Jenna held on as the thumping and grinding increased. Trisha bore down hardon her nose and face. She could feel Trisha’s pubic bone thump from herforehead down hard onto her nose. It hurt, but the gooey warmth wasintoxicating. Jenna knew Trisha was cumming and just tried to hold herposition.Seconds later, it happened. Jenna heard a deep guttural groan intermixedwith short staccato pants as Trisha came. “U-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h!Oh…oh…u-u-g-g-h-h!”Trisha’s orgasm subsided slowly and she used Jenna’s chin like a rag towipe any residual cum on. After a few extra humps for good measure she letgo of Jenna’s face. She leaned forward and whispered, “That was wonderfulmy little love slut. Now put my panties back on. That nose of yours isAWESOME! Mmmmmm, I love it. From now on, when I go like this,” and shepointed to her own nose, “it means I want YOUR nose, okay slut?”Jenna, her face sticky and coated with girl cum, nodded herunderstanding. She helped the young girl step into her panties. Jennashimmied them up Trisha’s slender thighs and placed them snugly against hervagina. She stood as Trisha turned and unlocked the door.As both females exited the stall a voice echoed, “I hope you’re all takencare of Trisha.”With ‘deer in the headlights’ stares, both girls froze when they saw sisterAnn standing inside the door, arms crossed and looking upset.”I want to see you after school today Ms. Tarp, we’ve receivedsome…complaints lately,” stated sister Ann before she turned and left.Jenna’s heart sank. She’d just been caught in a restroom with a minor c***dby the schools Head Mistress! She knew what the meeting would entail. Herpalms broke out in a sticky sweat as she rubbed her hands together. “Oh mygawd,” she worried, “I’m as good as fired…or…worse!”The whole day dragged on and on. She’d almost forgotten about her totallyinappropriate dress and horribly slutty makeup job courtesy of Trisha andher friends. The tiny shear top that did little to conceal her large firmbreasts was in constant need of adjustment. It seemed like every time shelooked down her nipples were protruding through the skin-tightmaterial. And then there was the skirt, if you could call it that. Sixinches of stretchy material that left her vagina or ass exposed constantly.Jenna was so worried about her afternoon meeting that she barely evennoticed the constant teasing from the students. All day long they’d had herbending over to pick things up. “Clumsy k**s,” she muttered to herselfafter the umpteenth piece of paper hit the floor.And then there was her third period class. “What was up with them?” sherecollected. For some reason they were so happy and giddy the whole period,but worse yet they were out of control. She got so mad when they played”keep away” from her with her eraser. “OOOHHH,” she grumbled to herself asshe remembered how the taller students took advantage of her shortness andkept making her jump for the eraser when they held it over their heads! Herlegs were a little sore after all that jumping and her chest hurttoo. Jenna blushed when she remembered how long and hard it had made hernipples. “How embarrassing,” she thought.As her day drew to a close she read a note from one of the staff that saidto meet sister Ann in the gym. She would be working out there after school.Jenna gathered her personal things into a box and straightened herdesk. Tears filled her eyes when she realized this was probably the lasttime she’d see this classroom again. She straightened her skintight top andpulled on the tiny skirt as she clicked her way down the long echoiccorridor on her 6-inch stiletto heels. She saw her reflection in the trophycase glass and had to admit to herself that the pumps made her legs lookgreat!She pushed open the gym doors and walked in. She spotted sister Ann doingcrossover chest pulls. Jenna paused for a moment and admired the nun’sathletic figure. She’d never really seen her in full view before and nowseeing her with a tight sports bra and sweatpants was pretty cool.sister Ann faced a large wall mirror as Jenna approached her frombehind. Jenna felt like she was a “dead man walking”, you know, a prisoneron his way to be executed. Her long strides had become short baby steps andher head got lower with each step like a dog ready to be punished.Jenna stopped just short of the mat behind sister Ann who had watched herapproach in the mirror. Jenna cleared her throat, “uh-hem,” to get thenun’s attention and let her know she was there.Without breaking her workout rhythm, sister Ann started, “Ms. Tarp, we’vehad some complaints lately…”Jenna didn’t let her continue. All her emotions poured out at once. Jenna’sguilt, her shame, her humiliation, her regret and on and on bubbled to thesurface. She knew all the things she’d done wrong since arriving at theschool and she didn’t need them listed to her by poor sister Ann. It wasn’ther fault that she was such a lousy teacher. Jenna hated the fact thatshe’d put such a wonderful, trusting educator in a predicament like this atall! Jenna felt horrible that poor sister Ann would have to fire her on thespot and report all her inappropriate behavior to authorities!Jenna’s mind raced with all the terrible things she’d allowed herself to dosince her arrival and the consequences for her stupidity. She burst intotears and leapt for the nun so she could beg for forgiveness. sister Annhad just finished a repetition and her arms were outstretched at shoulderheight. Jenna’s toe caught the edge of the mat and she fell forward andgrabbed sister Ann by the waist and wrapped her arms around her as she fellto her knees behind the shocked nun.”MS. TARP!” exclaimed the shocked and unbalanced nun.Inadvertently, Jenna had pulled sister Ann’s sweatpants down several incheswhen she fell on her. She didn’t notice though because she was too busyhugging her thighs and crying. “Oh, sister Ann, please forgive me! Please!I didn’t mean to do all those horrible things, really I didn’t. I tried, Ireally did! Please sister Ann, please give me another chance won’t you?PLEASE!” Jenna wept loudly and buried her face alongside sister Ann’s hip.sister Ann was having a hard time maintaining her balance. Jenna waspushing her forward at the waist and holding legs together like she wastackling her. It took all her strength to keep a tight grip on thecrossover handles. She caught a glimpse of her position in the large mirrorand noticed she looked like a giant ‘T’. “Please Ms. Tarp! Get a hold ofyourself! I need to talk about your…”Jenna moaned loudly and continued to blubber and plead for a second chanceevery time sister Ann tried to give her the details of why she was meetingher in the first place. Jenna just couldn’t bear to hear her list of sinslisted like that. Each time she pleaded, she squeezed her eyes shut alittle tighter and curled up a little more behind sister Ann.Jenna could smell the sweat that coated the nun’s body. She wondered whatshe could do to save her job and avoid prison. “Please sister Ann, I’ll dowhatever it takes. Please, tell me what I can do?” Jenna knew it wasover. Deep down inside she knew her time at the school was finished and inalmost all certainty, so was her freedom.Hugging sister Ann’s legs from behind and kneeling as she was, Jenna feltremorseful for putting the poor Head Mistress through all that she had. Allalong sister Ann had been supportive and encouraging, yet Jenna just keptmessing things up. She wanted to thank the pretty middle-aged nun for allshe’d done for her. She wanted to thank her for hiring her in the firstplace, for trusting her to be with the students even after she had donesome terrible things with them. She wanted to thank sister Ann for allowingher take them on field trips and for all the educator’s efforts todiscipline her in appropriate ways. As dreadful as her future was Jennawanted to hold on to sister Ann in some dramatic method in hopes thatthings could be different.But alas, Jenna realized her fate and relaxed her grip a little. She knewshe was screwed and there was nothing she could do about it. Jenna wasbecoming emotional. Tears of regret and thankfulness rolled down her cheeksand blurred her vision. Instinctively she kissed the small of sister Ann’sback in a gesture of thanks. She tasted the salty sweat that shimmered onher skin and she licked her lips. She kissed her again and a soft moan fromsister Ann caught her ear and she knew sister Ann appreciated it. If thissmall gesture was enough to bring pleasure to the woman who had done somuch for her, then she’d do it again!Jenna kissed the educator’s back yet again.Cooing in a soft voice as if losing control of her resistance, sister Annsaid, “Ms. Tarp, please don’t do that…it’s…it’s not…necessary.”Jenna would do anything for this wonderful person. She loved sister Ann forall that she had done. To kiss her back was nothing. She swiped her tonguealong the small of her back and licked off a line of sweat. She felt sisterAnn’s skin bristle with goose bumps. Jenna knew sister Ann liked it, eventhough the fit brunette wouldn’t admit it.Again sister Ann weakly pleaded, “P-please…Ms. Tarp…please, you’re…”her voice trailed off when she felt Jenna’s tongue come to rest at the topof her ass crack. The anticipation and vision of this beautiful youngvoluptuous teacher licking her ass was overwhelming. She held her breath.Jenna knew what she had to do. She owed this to sister Ann. Jenna realizedthat this was probably going to be the last time she ever saw her HeadMistress and she felt an overwhelming sense of duty take over. Jenna, forthe first time in her life, realized what it meant to “kiss someone’s ass.”All this time she had thought the phrase disgusting and vile, but now, thisdefining moment, she understood what it truly meant. “To kiss someone’sass,” she rationalized to herself, “was to show the ULTIMATE respect forthat person.”Jenna released her bear hug grip and slowly raised her arms, running herhands along the firm muscular thighs of her mentor until her hands were atthe waistband of her sweats. Still kissing and licking her back, Jennaslowly pushed down on the waistband, kissing and lightly licking the firmbuttocks. The only sounds coming from sister Ann were soft moans as if shewere biting her lip. There were no more protests or words ofresistance. Jenna pushed the sweat bottoms to her ankles before slowlyrunning her fingertips up along the outside edges of sister Ann’s legs.A trail of goose bumps followed her hands. Jenna felt sister Ann steppingin place trying to remove her sweat bottoms from her ankles. Jenna glancedin the mirror and realized that sister Ann still had hold of the handles,this kept her arms outstretched at shoulder height. She almost lookedbound.With the sweat bottoms finally off her left ankle, sister Ann was able tospread her feet a little. Jenna’s hands snaked their way to sister Ann’ships and her thumbs had come to rest on the center of her buttocks.Jenna was determined to pay her proper respects. She tightly gripped thetaut ass and spread the Head Mistress’ firm butt cheeks. Starting at thetop, Jenna took small swipes at the depths of sister Ann’s ass crack. Thetight crevice was salty and warm. With each taste and kiss, Jenna couldfeel and hear sister Ann react with pleasure. Doing this was the least shecould, Jenna reasoned.sister Ann’s back kept arching and her pelvis flexed away from Jenna makingher have to work even harder to reach her target. Jenna had to repositionher thumbs several times to grasp sister Ann’s flesh properly and reallyspread her butt apart. Jenna had to tilt her head and lean down and look upto find the tiny rosebud. She kept lapping at sister Ann’s ass until shefelt the wrinkled skin on her tongue.The first swipe caused sister Ann to flex and tighten instinctively andJenna knew she had found her mark. She pressed her nose tightly against theback of sister Ann’s thigh and forced her mouth even closer. She extendedher tongue and pressed it against the tight little hole and heard sisterAnn moan loudly, “Ooohhhh, Ms. Tarp!”Jenna pressed on. To clean her mentor’s ass of sweat for all she’d done forher was an honor. She licked and poked at the educator’s asshole as shespread her cheeks with her thumbs.Jenna could be wrong, but it almost sounded as if sister Ann were reachinga climax. She listened to sister Ann’s sporadic breathing and moans mixedwith pants. That combined with her reflexive squeezes seemed to indicate animpending orgasm.Jenna had had her share of orgasms lately and she had to admit how greatthey felt. If she could give her superior an orgasm then she would.She was on a mission now. Jenna drove her tongue into sister Ann’sasshole. She licked her. She kissed her. She nibbled on the firm flesharound her ass. She worshipped this wonderful administrator who had done somuch for her.Jenna slid her right hand around the hip of sister Ann and gently acrossher lightly haired mound. She ravaged sister Ann’s ass as she slipped herthumb against the gooey slit of her cunt. Jenna felt her Head Mistresstighten and moan deeply when her thumb bumped across the knobby clit. ‘Yes’Jenna said to herself, ‘she IS reaching orgasm.’ Jenna smiled to herselfand nuzzled her nose a little deeper.Seconds later Jenna’s efforts were rewarded when sister Ann bucked andmoaned loudly. She tasted the dribbles of sister Ann’s orgasm as it drippedfrom her cunt and ran between her legs. Jenna lapped at the gooey cum andcleaned the nun’s pussy and ass with her tongue.When the nun finally stopped twitching, Jenna re-dressed her by pulling upher sweats. She’d done all that she could to show her gratitude and hopedby that small gesture that she’d proved to sister Ann that she was trulythankful.sister Ann dropped her arms and put her hands on her knees as she leanedforward to catch her breath. She was weak from a glorious impromptu orgasm.Jenna sat back on her haunches, satisfied that she’d given her boss awonderful orgasm, but remorseful that sister Ann would still have to informher that she would be fired. Jenna bowed her head and listened for thosefateful words…”Ms. Tarp,” began a recovering sister Ann, “I have to inform you of severalcomplaints we’ve received lately,” she panted.Jenna held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. This was it.”It’s your uniform Ms. Tarp,” sister Ann began, “it’s been rumpled andunsuitable. Today, however, was a HUGE improvement. I’m instructing you tokeep dressing in this manner rather than the traditional uniform. Is thatunderstood?”Springtime was finally approaching. Jenna was looking forward to the end ofthe school year. She couldn’t wait until she would finally be rid of herteenage tormentor for the summer. She hoped and prayed that Trisha’sparents would take the little demon on an extended vacation so she couldfinally get some peace. Jenna had submitted to every whim this vile teenoffered and she was sick of it. But what choice did she have? It was likecompounding interest. Every time she did something for the young teenagehoodlum, it was thrown in her face and used as a threat for the nexttime. Jenna felt trapped by her situation. She felt like she had no choicebut to conform with Trisha’s wishes.Jenna had to admit to herself that compared with the beginning of theschool year, the winter months hadn’t been that bad. Trisha’s nearly dailyassaults had tapered off to once a week or so. Jenna attributed much of itto the fact that Trisha had been inexplicably transferred out of all herclasses and their contact was limited.June brought a whole different attitude to the school. The girls weregetting restless with the fast approaching summer months and spirits werehigh. Warm sunny days replaced the cool gray of winter and a brighter, moreexuberant enthusiasm invaded the school.To Jenna’s discomfort, Trisha was no different. The longer, warmer dayssent the teen into a devious frenzy. Unknown to Jenna, Trisha had spent thelong gloomy winter months surfing the net for lesbian porn sites, whichonly served to fuel her already deviant desires. Jenna had no idea that themore Trisha surfed for porn and masturbated, the worse her needs became.Jenna couldn’t have imagined that Trisha’s daily masturbation routine hadprogressed from simple fantasies of pussy lust to the torturous bondage anddiscipline type she was using now. Jenna did, however, recognize the recentincrease in attention and wondered where it came from, but in any case waspowerless to do anything about it.This day, Friday, Trisha confronted Jenna in the hallway where theyoungster told her, “Walk me to your house tonight. I’m spending thenight. And tomorrow we’re going shopping. I’ve already cleared it with mymom and she knows I’m spending the night with a friend.”Jenna worried about the whole scene. She had never had anyone spend thenight at her tiny rental house before and certainly not a student. Shewondered what people might think and how it would be perceived if she werecaught with a student off campus.As the school day finally ended, Jenna gathered her things and prepared towalk home. She hadn’t seen Trisha all day and she hoped Trisha hadforgotten. As she collected the last of her things and hurried to leave thebuilding, Jenna was shocked to find Trisha waiting for her outside. Jenna’sheart sank as the girl approached and took her by the arm.”Hello, my little slut, are you ready?” Trisha asked as she tucked her arminside Jenna’s.”Uh, yes, Ms. Trisha,” responded an edgy Jenna, worried that someone mightsee them.Trisha loved to be called ‘Ms. Trisha’ by her slut. It really reinforcedher power and made her wet.The warm afternoon sun beat down on the two as they strolled off campus andinto the shady tree-lined streets of the local neighborhood. Little wassaid as the two made their way to Jenna’s house until about two blocksaway.Trisha was thirsty and wanted something to drink. She told Jenna that theymust stop at the market first.Jenna did little to resist her teenage tormentor’s request and they turnedright instead of left. The store was only a block and half away so itreally didn’t matter. The store was a small grocery store but was usuallybusy, especially on Friday nights.The warm breeze as the normal change of pressure that signaled the shiftfrom daytime warmth to evening coolness ruffled Jenna’s short pleated skirtand nearly shear blouse, both of which were components of her latest’uniform’ as dictated by Trisha. The tiny hairs on her legs bristled as thedraft circled under her skirt across her panty-covered vagina. Yes, that’sright, panty-covered. Trisha had made sure that she wore panties today andJenna never questioned why.Once inside the store, Trisha had them walk around the aisles in search ofnothing in particular. She was just getting a sense of who was in thestore.A small group of high school teenage girls from the local public schoolwere milling about near the checkout. Trisha grabbed a coke and tugged onJenna’s arm to get in line just in front of them. About three people werein line already and the scene was set perfectly for Trisha to implement herdevious plan.Trisha nudged Jenna to move in front of her. She drew very close behind theoblivious teacher who was unaware that the sneaky teen was enacting a plan.Facing the checker and just behind the row of people to her front, Jennastood waiting. Trisha had been touching her all afternoon ever since they’dleft the school, so she wasn’t surprised when she felt Trisha snuggle upnext to her and take her hand.The noise of the chatting girls behind them and the clatter of the registerto her front disappeared in an instant when Jenna felt her hand placedunder Trisha’s skirt and directly over Trisha’s steamy pussy. The shortcurly pubic hair tickled her palm as Trisha slowly rubbed herself onJenna’s hand. Moisture was immediately evident as Trisha’s excitement wassmeared on Jenna’s fingers.Jenna froze hoping no one would notice. She could feel herself blush andturn pale and she secretly prayed that no one would see. The teens’ pussywas truly hot and Jenna gasp and held her breath. The sensation wasincredible but extremely unnerving. She didn’t dare resist or pull awaysuddenly or everyone around them would surely notice.Jenna felt Trisha push down on her middle finger and push it into hersopping teenage cunt. Jenna bit her lip as her finger was engulfed in thegooey softness. Almost instinctively, Jenna began to piston her finger inand out of the young girls pussy.The line had barely moved when Trisha said aloud, “what’s that smell?”making sure to look around and make eye contact with the teenagers behindher before looking at Jenna and saying, “is that you?”Jenna stopped fingering the girl and pulled her hand free.”What’s that smell?” Trisha asked again loudly, “it smellslike…like…sex. Is that you?” she asked Jenna again.Jenna felt faint. She felt all her blood drop to her feet and she thoughtshe was going to pass out. People in front turned around and looked atJenna. The high school teens stopped chatting and stared at the distraughtteacher. Jenna’s heart was beating so hard she felt her neck throb. Hervision narrowed, but she could still see people sniffing the air and noseswrinkling. She stood motionless, not knowing what to do or say.”I think it IS you!” insisted Trisha, staring at Jenna. “Take off yourpanties so I can check.”The people in front turned their backs to Jenna, embarrassed for her. Theteenage girls behind her froze and awaited her reaction.At the command, Jenna’s hands turned to ice. Her mouth dried up and shecouldn’t speak. She knew everyone had heard Trisha and she didn’t know whatto do. She tried to fake a smile like it was some kind of joke, but Trisharepeated:”Come on, take off your panties so I can check to see if that smell iscoming from YOU!”Jenna squirmed and tried to speak without moving her lips, “please,PLEASE,” she mumbled quietly out of the corner of her mouth, “please don’tdo this!”Trisha reveled in her teacher’s uneasiness and humiliation. She ignored herpleas for mercy and upped the pressure. With a stern sharpness to her voiceshe reiterated, “Listen, I’m not going to tell you again. Get those pantiesoff, NOW! I need to see if you’re the one who’s all stinky!”Silence surrounded the pair as everyone held their breath. The people infront stood sideways and peeked out of the corner of their eyes as theteenagers behind them exchanged unbelieving glances.Jenna’s mind was reeling. The humiliation was paralyzing. She could barelythink straight and her surroundings became a surreal place moving at a slowmotion pace.No one in line realized the cashier had slowed down too as she keptglancing up to watch the humiliating situation unfold.For what seemed like an eternity, time stood still as Jenna paused andcontemplated her reaction. She felt like the whole store was watching andthe sudden hushed quiet was deafening. She stared in disbelief at Trisha,hoping, praying that she was only k**ding. Jenna’s mouth hung open as thereality of her predicament became clear. She would have to do her youngmistress’ bidding and that’s all there was too it.With the people in front of her stealing glimpses from the corner of theireyes and the teenagers standing behind her bobbing their heads andrepositioning themselves to get a better view and the cashier almosthalting her checking, Jenna did the unthinkable. Her trembling, ice-coldfingers reached under her skirt and grabbed the waistband of herpanties. In full view of the store patrons surrounding her, she bentforward at the waist and slid her panties to her knees and then as quicklyas she could, kicked them off her feet.As the wide-eyed customers watched in total disbelief, Jenna squatted downand picked up her panties and crumpled them tightly in her hand.”Let me have them,” Trisha said matter-of-factly as she extended her hand,”I need to smell them to see if that naughty smell is you.”Reluctantly, but with an almost joyous relief to get rid of them, Jennahanded her panties to Trisha.While the customers and cashier looked on in amazement and disbelief,Trisha shook the panties out in full view of everyone and smelled thecrotch, “Ew, that IS you!” she said in horror, “that’s disgusting, youdirty girl. Your pussy is soaking wet and all smelly! You need to cleanthat beaver, girl. You smell!”Jenna almost passed out at the verbal lashing. Trisha was humiliating herlike never before. She could feel dozens of eyes boring into her flesh andcriticizing her for being so dirty.”You need to be punished for being so dirty. And I’m not carrying thesenasty panties for you,” Trisha emphasized. Pointing to Jenna’s mouth shesaid, “open up!”Jenna was so humiliated and degraded, she couldn’t think. All these peoplewere watching this teenage girl make her do things beyond belief and Jennajust wasn’t able to focus. Without really grasping the request, Jennaopened her mouth and Trisha jammed the panties in. Jenna could taste herown juices on the material and could smell her own smell. She choked on airthrough her flaring nostrils as her oral airway was cut off.Trisha used her index finger to stuff the panties into Jenna’s mouth. Shesaid, “I don’t really want this coke anyway. Besides I need to use therestroom,” she said as she tapped the side of her nose. She grabbed Jenna’sarm and marched her to the restroom like a disciplined c***d.Unbeknownst to the two delirious females, the high school teenagersfollowed the pair.Trisha pushed open the restroom door and shoved Jenna inside. The doorslowly closed behind them. The dirty two-stall restroom had a single filthysink and smudged mirror next to the two stalls. Trisha pushed down onJenna’s shoulders until she was kneeling on the gray painted floor. Theoverheated teen was practically dripping love juice. She needed to cum inthe worst way! She looked down at the young teacher whose eyes were glazedover and still had panties in her mouth. She scooped the panties out usingher index finger saying, “we wouldn’t want you to choke, now would we?”Jenna was in a total state of shock. The emptiness she felt inside was onlyexceeded by her thorough humiliation. As her panties were removed, sheautomatically tilted her head back in the position Trisha liked best. Jennawas on autopilot. Her mind wandered and thoughts darted in and out. Nothingmade sense. Confusion was all she felt.Not the dirty surroundings, not the nasty smell of urine, not even the factthat a teenage girl was mounting her face was enough to shake Jenna back toreality. Instinctively, she grabbed Trisha’s knees and slid her handsaround to back of her legs as the young girl eased her slippery gash ontoJenna’s nose until it was inserted as far as it would go.Tiny, soft pubic hair tickled Jenna’s forehead as Trisha nestled herthrobbing hard clit onto the bridge of Jenna’s nose. The aromatic aroma ofyoung teenage pussy enveloped Jenna’s senses like Trisha’s pussy did hernose. She could feel the teenager’s hotness on her sensitive nasal skin asthe teen’s pubic bone settled against her forehead. Jenna heard a longrelief-sounding moan of “aaaaaawwwwww,” from Ms. Trisha when she finallysettled into position on Jenna’s face.Clutching her skirt to her tummy, the overheated teen slowly pushed herhips forward until Jenna’s nose was just under her ass. Then she slowlyretreated, grinding her clit on the bridge of her nose. Trisha wasdetermined to enjoy this orgasm more than all the others. Her pussy wasdripping as she looked down at her teacher’s shiny, sticky face.Silently and slowly the restroom door was pushed open and four faces bobbedup and down to peer inside. The teenage girls from the line were so heatedby the perverse display of power and control that they simply HAD to watchsome more. Breathlessly they leaned over each other as they watched indevious amazement as this girl, younger than they, rubbed her pussy on theface of this 20-something year old. Questions raced through their minds asthey held their collective breath and stared.Jenna was so devastated by the passed twenty minutes that she yearned forsome stability. Somehow, being on her knees with her nose used as a sexualtoy for this young teenage girl was her first real sense of ‘normalcy’. Herhands caressed the back of Trisha’s legs and upward to her buttocks. Shecould feel the girls’ hypersensitive skin ripple with goose bumps andtighten with pleasure.As the four high school teens secretly watched, Trisha ground herself onJenna’s nose and face with increased fervor. It only took seconds to pushthe young girl over the edge. The sense of power and control she had incombination with the total public humiliation of her teacher from schoolhad raised her to a heightened state of arousal well before now. With onlya few swipes of her sloppy pussy on Jenna’s nose, Trisha groaned with adeep orgasm, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” Her anus squeezed tightandher pussy muscles pulsed with ejaculation. Trisha was in heaven!Jenna was devastated. The whole walk home while under the positive armcontrol of Trisha, Jenna was in a mental fog. She kept dwelling on thehorrible experience in the store and then in the restroom. She couldn’tstop thinking about how humiliating it was. She wondered if anyonerecognized her or had seen her before. She worried her time as a middleschool teacher was coming to an end. She wondered what those people thoughtabout her. “Oh for gawd’s sake,” she moaned to herself, “what have I done?”Her face still encrusted with teenage girl cum, Jenna was finding itincreasingly more difficult to breathe. Her heart thumped wildly in herchest and she felt extreme anxiety as they rounded the block to herhouse. She desperately tried to push the horrifying memories out of hermind. The visions kept popping back in her head and she felt weaker andweaker. It was like an out-of-body experience. Jenna kept seeing herselfpull her panties off in line with all those people watching her. And sheshuddered when she saw herself standing there in front of them as Trishastuffed them in her mouth. Tears filled her eyes as she watched herself inher mind as Trisha led her to the restroom and then fucked her face andcame on her. Goose bumps rippled across her skin as she cringed and winced.The cool evening air did nothing to calm her shattered nerves. Jennavisibly shook as the pair walked up the grass-lined sidewalk and up the fewsteps to the wooden porch. The thirty something year old house was in needof a paint job and the crusty gray peeling paint crunched under their feetas Jenna unlocked the heavy wooden door and pushed it open. Almost withoutthinking, Jenna stepped aside and let her young mistress enter first.Trisha stepped into her teacher’s home and felt an immediate sense of powercome over her. She had planned this day for months and now her dream wascoming true. Tonight would be the first day in a series of trainingsessions for her teacher slut. Trisha was determined to turn the olderwoman into her personal sex slave. Her months of surfing the net wouldculminate in her complete dominance of this beautiful young buxomteacher. She would use whatever means were necessary to insure that Jennawould submit to her every whim and perform whatever sexual act, no matterhow perverted or sick it was, whenever she wanted. This was Trisha’smission in life. She knew it and she was committed to fulfilling it.The clunky latching of the door behind her brought Trisha back toreality. She smiled a devilish smile and sighed deeply as she entered thefront room of the house. The large picture window to her left that facedthe street would be the perfect place to put her plan into action. Shewould put Ms. Tarp on display for the world to see and further cement herhold over the vulnerable young teacher.”Come here, teach,” said the suddenly assertive teen, “stand here.” Trishapointed to a spot on the floor that was dead center in front of the bigpicture window that began about a two feet off the floor and extendedupward almost to the ceiling. “Open the d****s, my little slut.”Jenna felt a sudden tingle scamper up her spine as she opened thed****s. It was difficult to see outside because of the reflection on theglass, but Jenna knew that people could see in easily enough. She gasp whenshe felt Trisha move directly behind her and grab her firmly by thearms. Jenna was very afraid about what this teen may do so she held herbreath and dare not speak.Trisha squeezed tightly on Jenna’s arms and pushed her shoulders togetherslightly as she leaned against her back and whispered in her ear, “Do youknow what today is?”Jenna was confused and her brain rifled through a list of holiday’s andspecial occasions but came up empty. Nothing seemed special about today, soshe silently shook her head ‘no’.”Today is the first day of your training,” Trisha began softly, “tonight Iwill to teach you how to properly serve me.”Jenna’s heart began to race and her skin became coated with sweat. Shedidn’t totally understand what Trisha meant and was way too afraid toask. She tried to hold her breath and wish the whole thing away but itwasn’t working. When she felt her blouse ripped from her shoulders Jennagasped, “OH!”Trisha had grabbed the neckline of the blouse and ripped it downward overJenna’s shoulders. Jenna’s breasts were almost fully exposed but Jenna hadinstinctively tried to cover them with her arms.”PUT YOUR ARMS DOWN SLUT!” Trisha yelled in response. “Keep them at yoursides!” Trisha was frustrated that the blouse was still on and she wasgetting angry. She knew she’d have to gain immediate control and put herteacher in her place or risk blowing the whole thing. She grabbed Jenna’shair and jerked back hard on her head. She sneered as she placed her mouthnext to Jenna’s ear and snarled, “Do you realize what will happen to you ifyou don’t do EXACTLY what I say? Do you have any idea what the publicscandal will be like? The humiliation? The damage to your career andreputation will be irreparable. And what about prison Ms. Tarp? Have youthought about what prison would be like for a lesbian ‘baby ****r’ likeyou?”Jenna’s heart sank and she suddenly felt powerless. Her teenage tormentorwas right and it cut her to the quick. The emptiness Jenna felt insidewould soon be filled with humiliation and disgust, but in the end she’dhave no choice.”Strip” was the only word Trisha spoke and Jenna did. She peeled off herclothes and stood naked in front of the large picture window for anyone tosee. Jenna’s large breasts heaved with her humiliation. She desperatelywanted to cover herself, but Trisha had told her to keep her hands at hersides, so she did. Goose bumps riddled her skin as Jenna thought about hernakedness.Trisha stirred around behind the naked teacher and Jenna could tell she wassearching for something. Without warning Jenna screamed and jumped when shefelt a sharp sting on her ass cheeks. THWAP! was the sound that followedand Jenna realized she just been spanked with a yardstick!”Tell me you’re my SLUT, teach!” ordered Trisha.Jenna could feel the welt forming on her ass and pictured the bright redmark.THWAP! came a second blow.”You need to answer me, slut! Tell me you’re MY slut, teach!” Trisharepeated.Jenna didn’t hesitate this time and responded, “I-I’m your slut!”THWAP! came a third swat.”Say it like you mean it slut! Tell me you’re MY slut!” Trisha insisted asher own pussy began to moisten.”I’m your slut!” Jenna whimpered this time, her ass flaming from the swats.”Not good enough, whore!”THWAP!Jenna’s eye’s filled with tears and she fought back the urge to cry out inpain. She clenched her fists tightly as if ‘biting the bullet’. In assincere a sounding voice as she could muster, Jenna said, “I’m YOUR slut,Ms. Trisha. I’ll do whatever you wish, just please don’t spank me anymore.”As she uttered those words, Jenna felt a piece of her spirit just floataway. She was losing control of her will to resist and she was becomingmore and more scared about what that meant.”Spread your legs, slut!” Trisha commanded as she marveled at the beautifulass on her young teacher.Without hesitation and fearing further punishment Jenna did as she wastold. She spread her feet.”Put your hands on your head slut,” Trisha ordered.Once again, Jenna complied. She interlaced her fingers on her head andpushed her elbows rearward. She felt her large firm breasts lift andseparate. Jenna worried that someone may see her standing naked in herfront window in such a vulnerable position but she knew there was nothingshe could do about it.Beginning with light taps on the insides of Jenna’s thighs Trisha began toslap at the tender skin of her teacher’s inner legs. She tapped back andforth from one leg to the other; gradually working her way closer to theteacher’s exposed and freshly shaved pussy.”Tell me you like this, slut,” Trisha insisted as she slapped at thereddening skin. “Tell me you like what I’m doing and you want more of it.”Jenna winced in pain as the yardstick flicked back and forth from one legto the other increasingly faster the higher it got. It was all she could doto keep from crying out in pain but she knew it would only get worse if shedidn’t say she liked it. “I-I like it Ms. Trisha. Please keep doing it, I-Ilike it,” she lied in her most convincing tone.The slapping stopped when the gap became too small. Trisha then turned theyardstick upward and began gently tapping Jenna’s swollenlabia. Inexplicably, Jenna could feel tiny splatters of moisture beingspattered on her upper thighs with each smack from the yardstick. Jennawondered if she was bleeding. Truthfully she knew she wasn’t from thereflection in the window but she remained confused about where the liquidwas coming from. She KNEW it couldn’t have come from within her loin. Therewas NO way!The stinging taps on Jenna’s pussy slowly rocked their way backward ontoher ass crack. Trisha worked the yardstick like a magician. The shortflicks weren’t really painful but more distracting. Jenna couldn’t help buthold her breath or take short gasping breaths of air. The sensations werejust too strange.Just as Jenna felt her mind wander and her eyes close, the tappingstopped. As a residual effect from being tapped, her pussy flooded withblood and her labium felt like they were humming. Jenna exhaled and openedher eyes. She saw Trisha’s reflection as she moved around to Jenna’s rightwhere her peripheral vision picked her up.”Tell me you like this, slut,” Trisha said as she began tapping theyardstick across both Jenna’s nipples simultaneously.Jenna winced at the first tap. Subsequent taps caused the strangestreaction she’d never imagined. It was as if the yardstick were adheringitself to her nipples and each time it was retracted it’d pull her nipplesout further. Jenna watched her reflection in the glass and could see hernipples grow longer and thicker than ever before. Her eyes widened inamazement as the bright red line that formed across her breasts seemed tohighlight her now throbbing nipples.Jenna’s stomach tightened reflexively with each sharp tap on her breastsbut she somehow managed to say, “Yes, Ms. Trisha, I do like this.”After repeating the affirmation to her young tormentor, Jenna realized thatsomething strange was happening to her. Something so unusual that shecouldn’t quite identify it. Tiny feelings were flittering around in herstomach and causing her mind to reel.She looked at herself in the reflection again and slowly changed her focuswhen something beyond the glass caught her eye. Cone-shapes of amber lightprovided an eerie backdrop just beyond the trees that lined herstreet. Though the tapping on her breasts continued and her pussy wastwitching simultaneously, Jenna spied a shadowy figure peering out frombehind one of the trees along the street.Try as she might to maintain focus on the stinging pain and the strangesensations it was causing in her stomach, Jenna desperately needed to knowif she was being watched. She moved her head slightly to avoid the glareand was shocked to see not one shadowy head, but FOUR!”Please, Ms. Trisha,” Jenna panted, “someone’s watching.”Trisha paused and looked out the window. She recognized the outlines as thefour teenage girls from the store. They must have followed themhome. “Hmmm, yes, I see them,” Trisha mused, “looks like they want ashow. Well then, let’s give them one shall we?”Jenna’s heart began to flutter as her shattered state of confusion impairedher decision-making. She held her position as Trisha dropped the yardstickand moved directly behind her again.”Tell me you like this, slut,” Trisha whispered in Jenna’s ear as shereached around the petite teachers body and pinched a nipple in each hand.Jenna bit her lower lip as the cold slender fingers grabbed her nipples andbegan pulling them from her chest. For a moment there, she thought Trishamay try to pull them off completely but she only stretched her tits totheir maximum before starting over. The tight grip on her nipples and therough milking action was sending mixed signals through Jenna. Floods ofmoisture into her pussy were overriding the pain on her breasts. Jennafound herself leaning back and stretching her elbows rearward even more inreaction to the incessant milking.She knew she was giving in to the young teenagers bidding and Jenna feltvery awkward about it. Deep down inside Jenna knew it was wrong. But herbody was abandoning her mental displeasure and was becoming more and morearoused by the abuse and punishment. Jenna’s mind swirled with questionsabout morality and right and wrong. Her stomach convulsed as she sighedloudly, “Yes, Ms. Trisha, I DO like it!”Jenna was overwhelmed at the conflict inside her. She didn’t even realizethat Trisha had released a breast and was now spanking her bare ass withone hand while continuing to pull on her nipple with the other. Jenna’seyes rolled around in her head and she could hardly breathe.She knew it was wrong to feel this aroused. The more she thought about itthe more confused and aroused she became. Jenna couldn’t understand why thepain inflicted by this teen was having this kind of affect on her. What didit say about her as a person? Shouldn’t she be crying out in pain, ratherthan swooning with excitement?Jenna panted as Trisha reared back and spanked her bright red ass again andagain. She pulled Jenna’s nipple so hard she thought she might tear itoff. Yet through all her torture, the teacher kept muttering over and overthat she liked it. The way Jenna arched her back confirmed that she trulyenjoyed the abuse, so Trisha obliged her. Each subsequent swat on her asswas directed to land squarely on her exposed anus and pussy and ended witha quick squeeze on her sloppy slit.Jenna’s mind was consumed with the wild sensations that invaded herbrain. She strained to stay in control of her faculties but the painfulpleasure became too much. It didn’t seem to matter that four teenage girlswatched her being abused or that pain was causing her pleasure or that ayoung teenage girl was inflicting the pain or that she repeatedly affirmedher desire for more. Jenna had lost control and she owed it all toTrisha. It was this young teenage girl that had brought her to new heightsof pleasure and pain and it was her that Jenna must worship.Suddenly that realization set in. Jenna knew her place in this world and itwas to serve this young girl. She dropped to her knees and genuflected thewonderful young girl. She kissed her feet before yanking down her skirt andpanties and jamming her nose into her glistening slit.Shocked but excited, Trisha couldn’t believe her plan was working as wellas it was. She rubbed her pussy on Jenna’s nose and face as she looked downat the naked pitiful teacher. Trisha couldn’t believe that Ms. Tarp hadwillingly dropped to her knees and offered her nose. Trisha continued tohump Jenna’s face as she stated, “tell me you like this, slut.””I DO Ms. Trisha! I do like it!” muttered an inflamed Jenna as the teen’spussy smothered her speech.”You’re a slut, aren’t you? Tell me you’re a slut!” Trisha panted as herecstasy was building.”I’m a slut, Ms. Trisha, I’m YOUR slut, Miss,” Jenna offered as best shecould.Trisha was rapidly reaching an orgasm. She looked out the window to see ifher audience was still watching and they were. Knowing that four girls werewatching her face fuck her teacher was almost too much and she felt likeexploding.She slowed her humping to a nice gentle thrust as she reached down andstroked her teachers’ hair from the sides of her face with bothhands. Trisha loved the feeling of Jenna’s nose in her pussy. It justseemed to fit perfectly against her clit and was just long enough to pokeinside.Trisha regained control of herself and then took two handfuls of hair andpulled up hard on Jenna’s face. She began to thrust down hard on Jenna’sface and really grind her pussy onto her teachers’ nose. An evil desire tohumiliate her teacher just a little bit more flashed before her so Trishagrunted as she humped, “You’re such a slut! You dirty filthy cunt! How canyou let a teenager fuck your face like this escort adana with people watching?! You’re adisgusting whore AREN’T YOU!”Jenna flinched at the sharpness of the words but reveled in the smell andsweltering moisture of Trisha’s steamy pussy as it bumped across her noseand forehead. She gently held the teens’ knees and tilted her face upwardjust the way Trisha liked it and held that position for her as shescreamed, “YES! YES, I’m a WHORE Ms. Trisha! I’m YOUR WHORE!” Jenna couldtaste the dribbles of pleasure as they leaked from the young girls loin andinto the corners of her mouth. Jenna knew that this was the kind of thingthat Trisha loved and because Trisha had been so good to her tonight, shewould do this in return.Trisha took one last glance out the window and screamed in orgasm,”OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” as the four teenagers from the storelooked on!Trisha awoke early, her excitement had kept her awake most of thenight. She had big plans for their Saturday shopping adventure. She wouldmake Jenna demonstrate to EVERYONE they encountered and in no uncertainterms that SHE, Trisha, was her owner. She would mark and tag Jenna like apiece of luggage so that everyone would know who owned her and whom Jennaworshipped.Trisha crawled out of Jenna’s comfortable bed and stretched and yawned. Shehad left Jenna sleeping in the front room last night, naked and covered inher cum. Trisha chuckled to herself as she stood in the entry to the livingroom and stared at the nude sleeping body of her teacher. Jenna was curledup in a ball and was snoring.Trisha walked over to her little slut and kicked her leg to wake her. Jennasat up quickly and rubbed her eyes. Trisha grinned widely, with hands onher hips and said, “Are you ready for your second day of training my littleslut?”Jenna was barely awake and nodded ‘yes’ without really understanding thequestion.”Good then,” Trisha began as she pulled up on her long nightgown and slowlyrubbed her belly as she exposed her lightly haired pussy to Jenna, “when Igo like this,” and she pointed to the floor with her index finger, “thenyou get on your knees and sit on your legs, okay slut?”Jenna obeyed the simple command as she blinked her way to awareness.”When I do that,” and she repeated the pointing command, “it means that Ineed to pee, okay slut?”Jenna shrugged her shoulders in a ‘big deal’ sort of way, still not fullygrasping the implication of Trisha’s gesture. She sat on her haunches withher hands in her lap as Trisha faced her.”Okay, then, open up,” Trisha said as she looked down at the suddenlyconfused Jenna.Jenna didn’t know what to make of the last command. “What did she mean’open up’?” she asked herself. Jenna blinked several times as she tried toclear her mind.”Come on sweetie, hurry up, I need to pee,” Trisha almost sang as shedanced a little. “Your mouth, open your mouth, I need to pee, slut! This isthe start of your second day of training and this is your first lesson! Youwill kneel and open your mouth when I point to the ground, slut! From nowon you are going to be my personal toilet, understand?!” and she slappedthe now startled Jenna across the face. “Have I got your attention NOW,slut? Now open your goddamn mouth and get READY!”Jenna, her face stinging from the slap, sat back, tilted her head up andopened her mouth. She watched Trisha step forward and mount her face like ahuman toilet seat. She felt Trisha’s hands grab the sides and back of herhead and pull up hard as she snuggled her pussy directly over her openorifice.A hot stream of urine shot into the back of Jenna’s throat, causing her togag repeatedly through her nose, sending puffs of air onto Trisha’s softpubic mound.Trisha groaned, “aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” with a contented sense of relief asthe contents of her bladder were released into her teachers’ mouth.With a few short grinds, Trisha squeezed out the last few remaining dropsof piss into Jenna’s mouth before saying, “Okay, now clean me.”Jenna’s eyes were glazed over after choking down the large amount of hotgirl piss but she took pride in the fact that she hadn’t spilled a drop andhad been able to stay up with the constant refilling. The salty, tangyresidue made her want to gag, but she held it in and licked her youngteenage tormentors pussy clean.”Mmmmmm, that’s good. You did well my little slut. Now get dressed. We’regoing shopping. And don’t forget your credit cards, I’ve got a long list ofthings to buy today,” Trisha reminded as she turned and left to getdressed.An hour later, both were dressed and ready to go. Trisha wore a simpleblack leather mini-skirt, a short sleeved white cotton crop top covered bya small black leather vest. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and worea lot of eye makeup to make herself appear older than she was. Thestiletto-healed shoes made her tower over the shorter schoolteacher andaccentuated her dominance.Jenna wore a short navy mini and a pale blue button front silkblouse. Trisha made her wear a lacy bra and unbutton the top two buttons onher blouse so that her bra was clearly visible and Jenna’s cleavage showed.Trisha tossed Jenna some keys and said, “You drive slut.”Together they got in Jenna’s small Beetle and drove away.Jenna wasn’t sure where they were going and was almost afraid to ask. Shefigured Trisha would tell her and Trisha didn’t disappoint.”Go to the pet store. The one near 7th Avenue,” Trisha directed.A few minutes later they were parked in front of the large pet store andwalked inside. Jenna had no idea why Trisha wanted to go to a petstore. She figured the young girl must have had a pet at home that neededsomething, so she dutifully walked a step or two behind the teenager.Jenna followed Trisha to a section that had several dog collars and leasheshanging neatly side-by-side. “Pick one,” Trisha said.Jenna looked over the wide selection of leather straps and asked, “How bigis your dog’s neck?”Trisha paused and stared at the buxom teacher and wondered how anybodycould get a college education and still be so dumb. “It’s not for my dog,slut, it’s for YOU! Are you really that STUPID?”Jenna’s heart skipped a beat and she felt herself go faint.”Here, try this one on slut,” Trisha said as she handed Jenna an inch wideblack leather strap.Jenna was in a daze and could barely move. She glanced around to see ifanyone was watching as she buckled the strap on her neck. Her heart thumpedin her chest and her fingers barely worked.”Hmmm,” Trisha pondered, “that looks good. But I think we need a secondopinion.”Jenna knew that Trisha just wanted to humiliate her so she started toplead, “No, Ms. Trisha, please don’t! We don’t need a second opinion,really we don’t.”Trisha was already looking for a salesperson and began waving to a younggirl with a pet store vest on.The dark haired young woman approached and politely asked, “May I helpyou?””Yes,” Trisha began as she felt a surge of wetness from the power she held,”I’d like to ask your opinion on something. How do you think this collarlooks on my girlfriend?”Trisha watched the sales girls face redden as she turned to look at Jenna.”Uh, I think it looks…fine,” she said as her face wrinkled and turned toa scowl. The associate then turned and lifted her nose as she walked awayin disgust.Jenna watched her walk to a co-worker and begin talking to her. Theychatted and pointed in her direction and then snickered together. Jennawanted to crawl into a hole right about then.”Here,” Trisha said as she handed Jenna a short leather leash, “take thisover to them and ask her if this is suitable for you. Tell them I want toknow if it’s good quality and won’t break if I pull up hard on it. Tellthem I ride your face and I need to pull up hard sometimes. Tell them Isaid you’ll show them how you let me ride your face.”Jenna felt faint. Her eyes blinked uncontrollably as she tried tocomprehend what Trisha was asking of her. Her heart raced and she felt herskin go cold. This couldn’t be happening. Surely Trisha wasn’t asking herto go over to a couple of complete strangers IN A STORE and tell them allthat stuff AND MEAN IT, was she?”Y-you’re k**ding me, right Ms. Trisha?” Jenna hoped upon hope.Trisha’s eyes glared at the young teacher and she clenched her jaw. “You dowhat I said, right goddamn now or there’ll be HELL to pay. Do youunderstand slut?” Trisha snarled. “And if they don’t understand what youmean then I’d better see you drop to your knees in a New York second, doyou hear me?”Jenna was breathless. Her skin crawled with fear and humiliation as shetook the leash and slowly walked toward the two sales girls who stared ather as she approached.”Yes?” the dark haired girl snottily said as Jenna shuffled up to them likea dog with its tail between its legs, “can I help you?” she asked as shefolded her arms across her chest and looked down her nose at Jenna.Both sales girls looked down at the smaller Jenna and scowled theirdisapproval that she was allowing herself to be humiliated like that inpublic. Jenna sensed their hatred for her and she could read the repulsionon their faces. She felt empty inside, knowing that what they felt wasjustified. Jenna couldn’t look them in the eye and her mouth was dry andcottony as she tried to speak.”Uh, my, my girlfriend wants to know if this leash is suitable for me,”Jenna sputtered.”What do you mean ‘suitable’?” asked the dark haired sales girl in acynical tone.”Well, she wants to know if it’s of good quality and can be pulled up hardwithout breaking?” Jenna tried to explain in as vague a manner as possiblehoping the girls wouldn’t ask more questions.”Well, yes, it can be pulled up on, but…” the sales girl paused andlooked at her co-worker who was equally confused. She asked, “What’s thisall about anyway? Why does she need to pull up on the leash anyway? Whatare you two sicko’s doing anyway?”Jenna cringed. The words cut her to the quick and she wanted to run awaycrying, but she knew she couldn’t. Her palms sweat as she recalled whatTrisha had told her to do if the girls didn’t understand. Jenna glancedover her shoulder and saw Trisha watching her every move. She winced whenTrisha tapped the side of her nose and flipped her head in the direction ofthe two sales girls. Jenna started to tremble as she said, “Uh, well, I,”Jenna’s head swirled and she stammered, “I, uh, have been asked to tell youthat, uh, well my girlfriend, uh, well she…she rides my face sometimes.””WHAT!?” exclaimed the sales girl in a loud disgusted voice as she wrinkledher nose. “Oh, you’re sick!”The brunette sales girl seemed a little more intrigued and asked, “What doyou mean she ‘rides your face’? How does she do that?”Jenna’s worst nightmare continued unabated. She couldn’t believe thesegirls just didn’t get it. She was going to have to show them after all. Ashumiliated as she was, Jenna was even more miffed that these two girls justdidn’t get it.A little perturbed, Jenna said, “Fine. I’ll show you,” and she dropped toher knees and motioned the brunette to come to her. Jenna reached out andwrapped her hands behind her jean-covered thighs and pulled the girl towardher. “Now, push your hips toward me.”As the girl pushed her hips toward the kneeling blonde, Jenna pushed hernose against the brunette’s crotch. The coarse seam of the jeans was highlyabrasive on her tender bridge but she nuzzled her nose tightly against thedamp material anyway. Jenna was surprised to feel such heat and moisturethrough such thick material.”See?” Jenna said as she spoke into the girls’ thighs, “this is how sherides my face, okay?””I don’t get it?” said the brunette as she stood over the kneeling blondein the middle of the empty store, “this is all she does?”Jenna looked up at the girl in disbelief. Was she really that stupid? “No,of course that’s not ALL she does,” Jenna began, frustrated that she had tospell everything out to this dumb sales girl, “she humps my face. You know,she has orgasms, duh.””I still don’t get it”, said the brunette as she placed her hands on herhips in a domineering posture.Jenna now felt suddenly stupid. She glanced around from her kneelingposition to see if anyone was looking and she unbuttoned and unzipped thegirls’ jeans. She looked around again as she quickly pulled the tight jeansand panties down to the girls knees. The thick smell of aroused femaleencircled Jenna’s head as the damp panties pulled free of their stickyconfinement. Jenna marveled at how the girls’ pussy glistened with apparentarousal as she pushed her pants to her ankles.”Is this how she does it?” asked the brunette as she mounted Jenna’s noseand jammed her pussy onto her face.”Yeah, is this how she does it?” repeated an angered sounding voice fromthe dark haired girl behind her.Jenna felt one hand push her head into the brunette’s sopping cunt whiletwo more hands grabbed her hair and tilted her face skyward. The brunettestarted to face fuck her right there in the store! Jenna could feel thegirls’ weight as she humped her hard.”Is this how she does it, bitch?” snarled the brunette as she ground awayon Jenna’s face.Jenna felt sharp jerks on her neck as the dark haired girl began to yank upon her leash with one hand and sneer as she forced Jenna’s face even deeperinto the brunette’s cunt with the other, “Yeah, is this how she does it,you whore?”Both girls started yelling insults at Jenna as the brunette continued toviolently fuck Jenna’s face.”You’re a goddamn slut, bitch!””You’re a sick-o lesbian cunt, you whore!””Is this how your girlfriend fucks your face you piece of shit?!””Cum on her face Darla, just like her girlfriend does! Fuck her facegood. She likes it. She likes having her face fucked, don’t you whore?”Jenna held tightly onto the girls’ thighs as she mercilessly rubbed herpussy on Jenna’s tender face. It was all Jenna could do to hold on. She wasat their mercy and had no choice. She hoped Trisha would come and rescueher from these two deviants of society, but that didn’t seem likely. Allshe could do was kneel there and take it. Her face was coated with stickygirl juice and her nose throbbed from the abuse. Jenna just hoped the girlwould cum soon.”Oh, gawd,” the brunette moaned, “I…I…I think I’m…cumming” she pantedas she upped the tempo.”Let me help,” said the dark haired girl, as she pulled up hard on theleash, forcing Jenna’s nose deeper into her friends oozing sex.”Oh yes,” exclaimed the brunette as she ground down hard on the bonyprotrusion.Jenna’s nose bumped on and off the girls’ throbbing clit until she groanedin climax, “Aaaaahhhhhhooooohhhhhh!!”Jenna relaxed as the brunette slowed and loosened her grip on her hair.”Oh gawd,” the brunette sighed as her pussy walls still twitched. “That waswonderful.”Jenna tried to open her eyes, which were stuck shut with sticky girlcum. She stretched her face and could feel the dried stickiness crackaway. Jenna tried to clear her mind and come to grips with just whathappened when she heard the dark haired girl say:”Hey, Trish, the leash works just fine. Gawd, are you lucky! Where’d yousay you found the slut again?”Jenna’s mind was awash with questions as she paid for her new leash andcollar. She didn’t understand what had just happened to her in the petstore. Heck, she didn’t know what had happened to her for the pastyear. What was happening here anyway?Jenna pondered her predicament as she was led from the store by a leashattached to her collar. Trisha walked smartly through the front door waving’goodbye’ to her…friends? Jenna was confused. Did Trisha know those twor****ts in there? The one did call her by name hadn’t she? Jenna wasn’tsure, but all she knew for sure was that two sales people in the pet storehad just forced her to fuck them with her face.Her heart fluttered with her recollection of the latest events. Jenna feltcold and empty inside as she drove to the local ‘downtown’ area. When sheparked and the two of them got out, the sun felt warm and cozy as it bakedthem. The rural tree-lined street of small shops and local businesses wasnot uncommon to Jenna, even though she hadn’t spent much time there in thepast.Today was completely different though. Jenna didn’t want to go there,especially under the physical control of Trisha and her leash. Wearing thecollar wasn’t so bad, but having it attached to the leash that Trishacarried was humiliating. Jenna walked a few steps behind her teenagetormentor and couldn’t bear to lift her head to see people’s reaction asthey passed them on the sidewalk. Jenna felt like crying as she’d listen topeople’s snorts of disgust and comments about her sickness. They passedseveral old women who spoke loud enough so they could hear each other notrealizing that everyone around them could hear them also. They mocked andchastised Jenna for being so old and letting such a pretty young girl walkher like a dog. They criticized her for not putting the young girl in herplace and that Jenna should be “ashamed of herself”.Whenever Jenna slowed, Trisha would give a quick jerk on the leash to makeher speed up. The pair walked several blocks to a hair salon. The largepicture window that adorned the storefront was one of many along the ruraldowntown street. Jenna was glad to get off the street and out of the publiceye for a while.The thirty something year-old woman at the front desk looked to Jenna firstbecause she was older. But when she saw the leash and collar she abruptlylooked down her nose at the tiny pitiful Jenna and turned her attention toTrisha. “May I help you?” she asked.Trisha had the leash d****d over her right shoulder. She turned towardJenna and told the woman, “She needs a complete body wax.””Very well,” said the woman. “Give me a minute to setup the room and I’llbe right with you.”Trisha watched the woman go to the back of the shop past several salonchairs facing large mirrors mounted over countertops cluttered with hairproducts and styling tools. She talked to two women about her same age thatboth wore beautician’s jackets. The three of them exchanged looks up frontuntil the receptionist motioned for the pair to come to the back. Trishagave a quick jerk on the leash and said, “Let’s go slut.”Jenna was nervous. “Please, Ms. Trisha, please don’t do this to me,please,” Jenna pleaded under her breath as Trisha led her to the small roomwith a linen covered bed and a curtain door.As the two women stood by and greeted Trisha and Jenna, they asked Jenna toremove her clothes and put on a gown.Trisha piped up immediately and offered, “Oh, she doesn’t need agown. She’ll just strip and be naked if that’s okay with you.”The two technician’s looked at each other and shrugged and said, “No,that’s fine. We just want her to feel comfortable.”Trisha chuckled at the opportunity to make a pun AND to humiliate herlittle slut so she said, “Yeah, I want her to FEEL comfortable too.”Reluctantly, Jenna stripped off her blouse and bra. Her nipples were likerocks as the cool air-conditioned room gave her goose bumps. Everyone inthe room noticed her erect nipples and while Trisha openly stared at them,the two tech’s merely glanced at them repeatedly. Jenna’s stomach tightenedas she caught the women looking at her breasts and she immediately feltuncomfortable. As she unzipped her skirt, she held her breath and pausedmomentarily as a deafening quiet enveloped the room. Jenna could tell theroom was filled with anticipation as she let her skirt fall to the floor.Both women stared at Jenna’s hairless pussy for several seconds before oneof them broke the ice and patted the bed for her to lie down. The twoworked like an experienced pit crew as they spread wax on Jenna’s legs andarms before applying the paper strips and ripping off the hair in neatlines. Before long, they had finished her topside and Jenna was instructedto roll onto her stomach to do the backside.Trisha insisted that she wanted “every inch” of her body waxed and thatthey should not leave any hair anywhere.They had Jenna lie back on her back and they waxed her stomach and breasts,her shoulders, hands and feet. They did all the way up to her neckincluding her underarms, when they finally stopped and looked atTrisha. “What did you want to do here?” asked one as she pointed to Jenna’salready bald pussy.”I want electrolysis done there,” Trisha stated flatly. “I want her facedone as well.”Jenna felt her stomach tighten. What had she gotten herself into? Shewanted to cry out in protest but she just couldn’t. These three weretalking about her like she was an object and wasn’t even in the room. Shewanted to cry but all she did was just lie there and let these two removeall the hair from her body.One technician pulled over a machine with a needle-like device connected toa power cord that she quickly turned on and started to go to work onJenna’s pubic area. The tiny pinprick feeling was uncomfortable but Jennajust lay there quietly and let her shock each hair and tweeze it out.Meanwhile the other tech began waxing Jenna’s face. She did her chin,mustache area, cheeks and forehead. She leaned back when she finished asgave Trisha an approving look.Jenna watched in horror as Trisha’s face turned to a scowl and she motionedthe “eyebrows, too” with her finger. Jenna’s expression pleaded with Trishabut Jenna didn’t utter a word in protest. Her cool skin, now nearlycompletely void of hair felt almost numb. Jenna closed her eyes andsqueezed back tears as the technician applied wax to her eyebrows. With twoquick jerks, they were gone.The technician’s turned Jenna like she was on a roasting spit and waxed herbackside completely. They flipped her back over and presented her forTrisha’s inspection. Each tech slid their stools to the top of the bed byJenna’s shoulders and looked at Trisha as if to say, “here she is. She’sfinished.”Trisha admired the handiwork and ran her hands over the hairless bodybefore her. Jenna’s skin rippled with goose bumps as Trisha’s tender touchexcited the naked teacher. Trisha paused and looked at the hairless pussybefore gently touching it. She watched Jenna tighten as her fingertipsmassaged the swollen labia and tenderly part each labium.”Mmmmmm, this feels nice,” Trisha purred as she felt the hairless pussymoisten at her touch. She stroked every inch of the swollen mound seekingany missed hair. “Well, we’re almost finished,” she said as she seemedsatisfied that Jenna’s pussy was completely hair-free.The two tech’s exchanged confused glances as they wondered what Trishameant by her statement.The confusing statement interrupted Jenna’s arousal as well.”You can finish anytime you want,” Trisha said as she gestured towardJenna’s hair, “take it down.”The two techs, shocked, looked at each other and shrugged. They scootedtheir stools in and began to run their fingers through Jenna’s long silkysmooth blonde hair.Jenna, horrified and speechless, started to cry. Her taut stomach heaveduncontrollably as the tech’s stroked her hair. She couldn’t believe thatTrisha was so mean that she would make them cut off her beautifulhair. Jenna had always taken great pride in her long flowing blonde locksand now, this evil teen was telling these two beauticians to cut her hair.Jenna’s heart raced and her skin turned clammy. Her eye’s pleaded withTrisha and she wanted to cry out. Desperation made Jenna want to leap fromthe table, but her fear kept her glued in place. Tears flowed freely fromher deep blue eyes and she found it hard to see. Trisha’s shadowy figureloomed by her side as Jenna tried to formulate the words to protest theimpending defilement.Her voice shaking and her lips trembling, Jenna blubbered, “PleaseMs. Trisha, please don’t let them do this. Please! I’m begging youMs. Trisha! I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t let them cut myhair!””Stop your whining, slut,” Trisha stated uncaringly, “just lie there andshut up.”Jenna was devastated at Trisha’s uncaring attitude. “Please Ms. Trisha,”Jenna pleaded as her stomach heaved. Jenna’s crying was becominguncontrollable. She couldn’t breathe as she sobbed again, “P-please,M-Ms. T-Trisha, p-please d-don’t l-let them…”Trisha became agitated at Jenna’s whining and crying. “Stop your crying andbe quiet!” she insisted in a firm sounding voice, “stop it now or I’ll havethem cut it ALL off!”Jenna kept blubbering and crying. She couldn’t stop. The thought of thesetwo techs cutting her hair was unbearable. Her skin crawled with fright andshe wanted to run. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she sat up when sheheard scissors behind her.”Hold her down!” Trisha yelled to the techs, “hold her down!”The techs froze in place. They’d never had such an unruly client and theyweren’t prepared to fight with anyone.SCHLAP!! Came the sound of Trisha slapping the distraught Jenna across theface.Jenna’s blubbering stopped for a short second as the pain of the sharp slapgot her attention.Trisha seized the moment and quickly attached the collar to Jenna’sthroat. “Now, when I say you’ll do something, you’ll do it! UnderstandSLUT!” she shouted in Jenna’s face.Jenna knew she had crossed some imaginary boundary and was in trouble withTrisha. She blinked her eyes to clear the tears and her mind as she triedto regain her composure.Trisha recognized that Jenna was trying to calm herself so she wanted to doher part to reassure her that things were okay, “It’s only hair, slut,” shereminded her as she grabbed her elbow and jerked on her leash.Jenna, blinded by the horrible events and terrified of the future, slid herlegs off the table, stood and followed Trisha as she led her back to theparlor.Trisha had had enough of Jenna’s insolence and made up her mind that shewould show Jenna just who was in charge. She led the naked teacher to theparlor where two customers sitting under hair dryers stared at Jenna indisbelief as the young teen led the older looking nude buxom blonde to aspot in the middle of the store facing a mirror.Jenna trembled and tried to cover herself from the prying eyes of thecustomers inside and the strolling pedestrians outside. Her bare, hairlessskin bristled with goose bumps as she fought back tears.Trisha grabbed a handful of Jenna’s hair and held it so that Jenna couldsee it in the mirror. Trisha leaned in next to Jenna’s ear and growled,”This is your next lesson for the day, slut.” And with a large pair ofscissors she cut a huge chunk right out of the middle.Jenna gasp, “Oh my gawd!” as the clump wafted lightly to the floor. Jennajust stood there, clutching at her breasts hoping what she was witnessingwas just some bad dream.Trisha cut several more huge chunks of hair from Jenna’s head before givingthe scissors to one of the techs.The tech trimmed Jenna’s hair to a very short bob length. Trisha motionedto the other tech with her fingers, to “get the clippers”.The buzz of clippers sent shivers up Jenna’s spine as she watched in horroras her head was sheared like a sheep. Large clumps of hair fell all aroundher and some even stuck to her tear dampened cheeks. Within seconds, herbeautiful blonde hair was gone.Jenna stood lifeless and in disbelief. Her naturally pale skin was now voidof all pinkness and was white as a sheet. Jenna, shocked, stared at herselfin the large mirror.Her head was bald, she had no eyebrows or hair whatsoever, anywhere. Onlyher eyelashes were left, that was it. Jenna blinked back tears as shestared at herself in disbelief. It felt like her world had just come to anend. She’d even stopped breathing for a minute or so, as she tried togather it all in.Gradually, her narrow focus began to widen as blood eventually worked itsway back to her face. In the reflection of the mirror Jenna saw Trishastanding behind her with a smirk on her face and the two techs admiringtheir work.Jenna didn’t know what to say or do. She felt so disgusting, so naked, soexposed. What would her students think? What about their parents, theschool staff, people in general? Would she ever be able to show herself inpublic again? Could she ever return to St. Monica’s looking like this?Could she even go on living?Just as Jenna was beginning to comprehend the whole awful scene, one of thebeauticians wrapped a heated damp towel around her head. Jenna quicklyfound Trisha in the mirrors reflection and pleaded to her with hereyes. Jenna felt a tremendous emptiness inside as her horrible predicamentbecame clearer. She was standing naked in the middle of a beauty shop witha large picture window facing the street. Two patrons sitting under hairdryers were staring at her nakedness and her degradation. Two technicianswere preparing to shave her head clean and there was NOTHING she could doabout it.Jenna’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as the technicians busily wentabout their business. The towel was removed and shaving cream spread overher head. A razor dragged its way across her scalp, removing what tinybristles were left behind. In seconds, Jenna was completely BALD.There she stood, naked, bald and hairless in front of beauty shop patronsand the world. Jenna was mortified. She stood statue-like, frozen andunable to move or speak. Her skin tingled with wild sensations fromdelicate air movements that gently rolled across her hairless body. She waslost in her own world. Her mind clouded with uncertainty, fear, humiliationand anxiety. Jenna was a mental mess and it was amazing that she couldstill stand.Trisha, on the other hand, was reveling in her accomplishment. Wetnessseeped from her pussy as she stared in delirious disbelief at her teacherwho was standing in the middle of a beauty shop, naked, bald, hairless andhumiliated. The only thing that disrupted her total nakedness was thecollar around her neck that supported the leash that dipped off Jenna’sback and ended in Trisha’s hand. Trisha could hardly breathe as she staredat the young petite Ms. Tarp. Just how much control did she really haveover this tiny teacher anyway? Her mind tossed wild thoughts around likepopcorn and her heart raced excitedly at the possibilities.Her work here in the beauty shop was almost done. It was time for Trisha toforce her young submissive to perform one final degrading task before theyleft. Trisha straightened her back and took a step back. She stood in themiddle of the shop with the large picture window to her right so thatpassersby could see her profile. With the patrons and technicians watchingher every move, Trisha jerked gently on the leash to get Jenna’sattention. As the dazed and zombie-like teacher slowly turned to face heryoung tormentor, Trisha pointed to the floor.Instinctively, Jenna knew what this meant and slowly dropped to herknees. She stared into Trisha’s eyes, as she knew what to expect. Jenna wasin a mental place all by herself. She was on autopilot and nothing seemedreal around her.The cool tile floor did little to raise her awareness to her very publicsurroundings and Jenna simply tilted her head back and opened hermouth. Her eyes were glazed over as she watched Trisha lift her skirt andpull down her panties. With Jenna’s own hands, she gently took Trisha byher knees and helped guide her pussy onto her open mouth.Jenna closed her eyes as the teenagers warm urine shot down her throat andfilled her willing cavity. Jenna could hear Trisha moan with relief as sheemptied the contents of her bladder into her mouth while everyone watchedin disgust.Jenna’s heart sank as she choked down the raunchy smelly liquid as everyonegroaned and turned away. She wondered how things had ever progressed thisfar and where things were headed from here. Here she was, in a publicplace, naked, bald, hairless, letting a young teenage girl piss down herthroat like she was a human toilet. As she lapped at the few remainingdrops of golden liquid as they were squeezed from Trisha’s flexing pussy,Jenna realized her life was over. She had just sunk to a new low and noweveryone would know about her perverse needs.”They were needs, too, weren’t they?” she questioned to herself as sheswiped her tongue into Trisha’s pussy to thoroughly clean her as best shecould. Jenna listened and began to feel a little better as Trisha spoke toher.”You did well my little slut. You ‘re learning your place in life and how toservice my needs. You’ve successfully passed your training session here andyou should be proud of yourself,” Trisha boldly stated before concluding,”And now, my young slut, we will leave this place and finish our shoppingfor the day with one last stop. There, you will permanently show yourservice to me: Ms. Trisha, your new MISTRESS.”Wearing only her skirt and blouse, Jenna was led from the beauty parlor andback onto the street. Th e small group of passersby that had witnessedJenna’s public degradation in the parlor, slowly parted as the youngMs. Trisha proudly passed between them. Only murmurs were audible as wordsemanated from the disbelieving group.”Yeah, that’s her.””Oh my gawd, can you believe she did that?””She’s really SICK!””She was so beautiful too. Why do you think she did that?””Sick lesbian whore!”Jenna stared at the ground and couldn’t bear to look anyone in the eye. Herlarge breasts swung easily in her blouse now that she wasn’t wearing a braanymore. Her nipples sc****d at the soft material and sprang toerectness. This did not go unnoticed by the people gathered outside.”Look at her. She’s excited.””Oh my gawd, how could you be excited by doing that?””See her nipples? That means she liked it.””Uh-oh, headlights, headlights…”Jenna tried to cover herself from the prying eyes but Trisha’s sharp jerkon her leash almost caused her to stumble. As quickly as she could sheshuffled between the disgusted group and briskly walked behind Trisha. Asstrange as it seemed, Trisha was Jenna’s only source of comfort right then.Jenna’s shiny baldhead reflected light off her bright white scalp andcaught the attention of nearly everyone on both sides of the street as theywalked uphill. Jenna kept trying to cover herself, but it was useless. Herbreasts bounced uncontrollably and her scalp tingled with newness. Jennasniffled when she’d catch a glimpse or two of herself in the shop windowsthey’d pass. She looked atrocious and she hated her appearance.Being dragged behind the long striding Trisha was humiliating. Jenna wasleashed like a dog and was being displayed like some disgustinga****l. Jenna wondered how many people would recognize her as the ‘newteacher from St. Monica’s’? She worried that she’d end up in some prisoncell somewhere. She knew her behavior wasn’t condoned anywhere and shefigured it was just a matter of time before it came back to haunther. Every time she submitted to Trisha’s will, Jenna knew she was onlysinking deeper into a deviant abyss that was getting harder and harder toget out of.She even questioned her sanity. Jenna wondered if she were truly crazy. Howcould she have done such awful things with such a young girl? How did sheever let things get this far? When would it all end? Did she want it toend?Jenna gasped when she heard her own mind ask that question. Her heartfluttered as things began to cycle through her distraught mind.”Here she is,” Jenna heard Trisha say, not even realizing that they hadentered a dark shop with cartoons and hand drawn pictures pinned to theblack painted walls. Jenna looked around the dismal dirty shop and spied ashadowy figure emerge from a dark back room door.”Hmmmm, nice,” came the deep voice of the large black woman that slowlystepped into the dim light that cascaded in through the large paintedstorefront window. “Where’d you find her?””She’s my teacher at school,” offered Trisha in response.Jenna felt like passing out. Trisha had just told this stranger that SHEwas her teacher at SCHOOL! “Oh my gawd,” she sighed as she bit her lowerlip and choked back tears. Her life WAS over! Revealing that informationmade her WORSE than Mary Kay. “At least Mary Kay had sex with a malestudent”, she justified to herself.”So what’d you have in mind for the pretty white princess?” asked the tallmuscular black woman in a deep demeaning tone.Jenna winced at the pure size of the woman. She must have been six foottall at least. She was VERY muscular. Jenna guessed that she’d playedsports her whole life. She was pretty enough, but so big and daunting thatshe scared the tiny petite Jenna.Trisha leaned against the counter and swung the leash in a circle as ifplaying jump rope and said, “I need a few tattoo’s and a couplepiercing’s.”Jenna’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Things had just gone toofar. There was NO WAY she was going to allow Trisha to have her pierced andtattooed. NO WAY!Before Jenna could react, the black woman said, “Well, let’s see what wehave to work with,” and she ripped open Jenna’s blouse exposing her largeheaving breasts. As buttons flew, Jenna tried to step back, but in onesingle swift move her blouse was opened and pushed back over her shouldersdown to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms behind her.As the black woman gripped her blouse firmly with one hand in the small ofJenna’s back, she used her other hand to slowly trace a line down Jenna’sface and onto her neck. Jenna gasped as the gentle touch sent goose bumpsrippling across her skin. She held her breath when she felt her nipplesharden in response to the seductive touch. Jenna wanted to scream, butsomehow couldn’t summon the energy. Her taut stomach heaved as the woman’sfingers slid down her breastbone then slowly cupped her breast. Jennasquinted when her breast was hefted as if to test its weight. The largehand then flattened out on her stomach and pushed its way lower.Jenna stopped trying to free herself and stood submissively as the longfingers of the black woman’s hand slid inside her waistband and slowlycircled her waist. She sensed the woman’s grinning smirk when her fingerscame to rest near the zipper. Jenna felt them fumble momentarily before shegasp, “Oh” when her skirt dropped to her ankles.Still tightly clutching Jenna’s blouse to the small of her back, the blacktattoo artist slowly ran her large hand from hipbone to hipbone letting herfingertips brush lightly across Jenna’s smooth pubic mound. “Mmmmm, nice,”she cooed as she felt its smoo thness.Jenna was so small by comparison to this huge muscular woman. Jenna wasalmost c***d-like as she stood next to her. Her tiny naked, hairless frameshivered as a long thick finger ran up the crease of her moisteningvagina. Jenna couldn’t understand where her excitement was coming from. Shewas truly afraid and worried about what was to come. Yet, despite herfears, she still found herself aroused by the sultry touch of thisAmazonian woman. “Please stop,” Jenna whispered, more out of fear of herown excitement rather than fear of being scared.Annoyed that Jenna would even think of protesting, the tattoo artist said,”What’d you say?” as she jammed two long fingers deep into Jenna’s cunt andraised her up like she was on a meat hook.Jenna winced and gasped, “OH!” at the sudden sharp pain as she was nearlylifted up by her cunt. She danced helplessly on her toes and pleaded,”NOTHING, I didn’t say anything! I’m sorry.””That’s better,” said the black woman as she released the pressure andlowered Jenna to her feet. “She’ll do fine,” she said to Trisha, who wasgrinning from ear-to-ear. “Put her on the chair,” and she motioned to thelarge obstetrician-like chair, complete with stirrups.Trisha guided Jenna onto the chair and grinned as she looked at thehelpless teacher’s pleading eyes. “Now, my little slut, you willpermanently become mine – FOREVER!” Trisha giggled an almost evil soundinglaugh as she stepped back and watched the large black tattoo artist beginto strap Jenna into the chair.A large thick strap went across her forehead, two more on each arm, oneeach across her chest and hips and finally one on each knee and ankle thatspread her legs wide in a knee up position. Jenna was completely immobileand looked like she was ready for the worst pelvic exam of her life. Trishatried to tickle Jenna to see how much she could move and when she barelywiggled, Trisha was satisfied.”So what exactly did you have in mind?” the artist asked Trisha.”I want ‘Trisha’s SLUT’ written here,” as she pointed to Jenna’s pubicarea, “and I want a ‘BULLSEYE’ here,” and she pushed a finger into Jenna’stiny anus causing her to clench her butt together and squeal.Jenna was more nervous than ever. She was having wild thoughts bouncearound her mind. She wasn’t so much scared as she was…as shewas…excited? Was it true? Was she actually becoming excited and arousedat the prospect of becoming tattooed? This couldn’t be happening, she mustbe wrong. This whole scene was wrong, her whole life was wrong, what washappening to her? Could the idea of being permanently tattooed, to bepermanently marked as Trisha’s property, actually appeal to her? How couldthat be? Jenna’s mind spun out of control and she could barely comprehendthe growing list of disfigurements Trisha was listing.”And I want both nipples pierced with BIG rings, and I want a clit ringright here,” as she rubbed the glistening slit. “What do you think about anose ring, should I get one of those, too?””Definitely. You can attach your leash there when she showers,” stated theblack woman with the sound of authority. “What about these?” the artistasked as she grabbed a handful on Jenna’s breast and wiggled it.”What about them?” Trisha inquired.”Do you want them individually labeled with say, ‘Trisha’s…Property’?”she asked as she paused and pointed to each tit separately.Trisha jumping and clapping her hands together excitedly exclaimed, “Ohyes, oh yes and I want eyebrows TOO!”Jenna shuddered as her pussy tightened and inexplicably filled withmoisture. Her flat stomach tensed as her distraught, confused mind swelledwith uncertainty. What was happening to her? The thought of her voluptuousfull breasts being permanently marked was both horrifying AND exhilaratingat the same time. Jenna didn’t know what to make of the conflictingfeelings that swirled through her very being. She did her best to lookdown, despite her bound condition, and she could see her nipples were likepencil erasers, hard and firm. She could feel her pussy swelling withexcitement and starting to ooze.Yet, despite her obvious arousal, Jenna feared the disfigurement. She knewthis was a permanent process and the idea of forever being ‘owned’ byTrisha, both scared her and aroused her.How could things have progressed this far anyway? Jenna flashed back to thefirst day she’d seen Trisha in her class. The cherub little face on thisteenager soon became a thing to be feared and she dreaded seeing her in thehalls. Trisha had terrified her from day one and yet, now, Jenna feltsomething very strange in her innermost soul. I mean, here she was, a 22year-old WOMAN allowing herself to be controlled AND used by a 14 year oldteenage GIRL of all things.Jenna worried that people would think she was a lesbian or something if sheallowed this stuff to happen to her. Realistically, Jenna knew in her heartshe wasn’t gay, she was just an unfortunate victim of a sadistic teenagegirl who loved to hold and exploit her power.On one hand Jenna wanted to run away, even though she knew it wasphysically impossible given her current circumstances, but on the otherhand Jenna almost craved whatever Trisha dished out.A tear ran down the side of Jenna’s face as her personal disgust forherself was taking over. She chastised herself for letting things get outof hand and she started to blubber, “Please, Ms. Trisha, please don’t dothis, PLEASE!”Trisha raised her hand to slap the bound and blubbering teacher when herarm was stopped in midair.”I’ll take care of her whining,” said the black tattoo artist. She reachedunder her chair, opened a drawer and pulled out a ball gag. “I get a fewcry babies in here once in a while,” she said as she loosened the headstrap on Jenna.Jenna’s eyes welled up with tears and she whimpered and pleaded with themnot to put the ball gag on her, “Please! I’ll stop, I promise, I won’t sayanymore. Please don’t put that on me, PLEASE!” As the black woman placedthe leather straps over Jenna’s face, she struggled a bit and pleaded somemore, “I’ll be good! I promise! Please, don’t…mmmmmpppphhhhh,mmmmpppphhhh,” before the ball gag muffled her noise.Jenna’s head was re-secured with the strap and she powerless to resist.The physically fit black woman dragged her cart next to her and positionedherself between Jenna’s legs. She took her tattoo needle device and beganto print “Trisha’s Slut” on Jenna’s pubic mound. Jenna wanted to squeal asthe painful process began. She sucked her stomach in as far as it would goto try and escape the inevitable but her binds and gag prevented her fromresisting to any significant manner.The tattoo artist printed each letter and blotted up blood with devilishpleasure. She loved tattooing white bitches like this one. It made her wetand horny to have such power. It was like payback for all the suppressionher race had suffered over the centuries. To tattoo and pierce white slutslike this one was a very special treat indeed. She grinned to herself asshe thought what a pity it was the each letter took soooo long to form.The black woman pushed her left thumb onto Jenna’s swollen moist clit asshe braced her hand to blot and wipe the blood. She loved making littlewhite whores like this one wiggle and squeal as she tormented their bodyparts.In a few minutes the process was complete. Jenna sighed that the pain wasover, but sniffled at what it must look like. She was now marked as”Trisha’s Slut” – PERMANENTLY.Jenna started to cry and snort air through her nose. The reality of whatwas happening was beginning to settle in. No longer was she just a younginnocent teacher at an all girl’s school. No longer was she living thedream she had set for herself. No longer was she doing the things she’dalways dreamed she would. From this day forward her life would bedramatically different than ANYTHING she could have EVER imagined.How could she EVER explain away what was happening to her now? Surelysomeone someday would see that tattoo. Jenna squeezed her eyes together andprayed that her pubic hair would cover the disgusting tattoo. She criedquietly as the strong black woman slid her stool alongside her. Jennapeeked out tiny tear-filled slits as she reached up toward her face andbegan to make a thin line on her eyebrow. Jenna sniffed and winced as theneedle device repeatedly punctured her freshly plucked skin creating atattoo eyebrow.Jenna blinked several times to clear her vision and force tears down hercheeks. She could see the black woman’s face was focused on her task butthere was also something else she noticed. It may have been herimagination, but it almost seemed like the big black woman was enjoying hertask. Jenna swore she could see a glimmer in the woman’s eye and a grin onher lips. She wondered how anyone could be so sadistic.After a few minutes, the tattoo artist sat back and took a deep breathbefore settling in above Jenna’s tits. She looked at Trisha and said,”Topside or bottom side?”Trisha knew what the woman was asking and said, “Top side.””Are you sure?” she asked to make sure. When Trisha nodded, the black womantold Trisha, “I need to clean this area, okay?”Trisha nodded her approval and watched as the black woman leaned overJenna’s breast, extended her long thick, bright pink tongue and licked awide streak across her breast. Trisha could see and hear Jenna undulate inresponse and she grinned widely.The black woman began the process of writing “Trisha’s” across Jenna’sright breast and before long had completed “Property” on her left breast.Jenna was in a state of total confusion. She worried what people wouldthink if they ever saw her tattoos. How would she ever explain them? Thefirst one’s may be covered by hair someday, but not these. But through itall, Jenna was getting some amazing sensations that caused her to becomearoused. None of it was making any sense and her mind was a flood of mixedemotions.”Okay, almost done with this part,” stated the artist, “only one more.”With that, she began to crank a handle that started to raise Jenna’slegs. Soon her knees were bent next to her chest, fully exposing her anusto the artist. Jenna found it hard to breath in this position and felttotally exposed. She’d been in some unusual positions before but none likethis. Her legs were spread and her ass was pointing skyward.As the artist repositioned herself and was about to begin designing the’bullseye’ on Jenna’s anus, Trisha stopped her and asked, “Excuse me, butdon’t you need to clean her first?” Trisha thought her heart would stopwhen she saw the black woman smile widely and turn to face Jenna.Jenna didn’t know what to think as she watched the black woman grab theback of her legs and lean in toward her asshole. Jenna tightened and gaspedinto the ball gag when she felt the thick, coarse tongue push down on hertiny asshole. She hadn’t felt anything that large since her night inprison. Jenna couldn’t even move. As much as she wanted to wiggle away fromthe intruding dagger, her tightly bound position disabled her from movingat all. All Jenna could do was lie there and try to relax.Satisfied, Trisha said, “Hey, I’ve got to run a couple quick errands. I’llbe back in less than an hour. Finish her up, won’t you?”The black artist was in heaven. She’d been able to reap the benefits of herjob before, but NEVER quite like this. She followed Trisha to the shop doorand told her, “I’ll work on her while you’re away. I should be finishedbefore you return.” She locked the shops door after Trisha walked out andflipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.Jenna watched in horror as the tall black woman leaned against the shopdoor as if she was catching her breath. She saw the big woman take a coupledeep breaths and straighten up.”Well, it looks like ol’ Jasmine and you have the place to ourselves now,”the black artist sighed. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll take good care of youwhile your little girlfriend is away. I know just what you need.”She went into a side room and came back seconds later carrying a largeblack strap-on dildo. Jenna tried to squirm her disapproval as best shecould but it was useless. Her binds were too tight and the ball gag muffledher. If it weren’t for her horrifying experience in prison, Jenna wouldn’thave even known what that thing was. She knew now though and she dreadedit. With her feet up in stirrups and her knees by her chest, Jenna knew heranus was the likely target for this sick black woman’s lust. Try as shemight, Jenna pinched her anus muscle as tight as she could.With the strap-on firmly affixed to her waist, Jasmine stood betweenJenna’s legs and stared at the young teacher. “You know something whore? Ihate little white bitches like you. You think you’re better than me andthat pisses me off. All my life I’ve been trained to respect the whitewoman. So when I get an opportunity to do one of you ‘high and mighty’s’, IDO ‘EM!”Jenna tried to plead her innocence to the angry black woman, but nothingcame out. She couldn’t even struggle.”Now, sit back and relax whitey, ol’ Jasmine is gonna fuck you somethin’fierce.” She leaned forward and ran her saliva-covered tongue acrossJenna’s anus, lubricating her target. With one hand on the back of Jenna’sleg for support, Jasmine used the other to guide the head of the two-inchthick black rubber phallus against Jenna’s tightly crushed asshole.Jenna tried to prevent the brutal intrusion and small beads of sweat poppedout on her forehead as she strained to keep the massive dildo out. Shescreamed into the ball gag as the pressure increased. She could feel theheavy black woman’s weight as she pressed her body behind the latexpole. Jenna screamed and screamed as the rubber tip began to invade her assand slowly spread her sphincter.Seconds later and despite Jenna’s best efforts, the thick dildo thumpedpast her muscular ring and the rubber body slid well inside her. As thethickness and length filled her, Jenna felt defeated, yet almostrelieved. Both women sighed as the dildo finally slid home.”You like this don’t you little whitey?” Jasmine taunted Jenna. “You likeit when a big black woman fucks your tiny white ass, don’t you?”Jenna couldn’t say ‘no’, she couldn’t even shake her head ‘no’. All shecould do was lie there and let this muscular black woman have her way. Itonly took a few painful strokes for Jenna to remember her night inprison. She remembered that the best way to live through this was torelax. With her ass pointing upward, Jenna inhaled through her nose andexhaled deeply, relaxing her asshole. She closed her eyes as the paindisappeared almost immediately.Jasmine sensed something changed and upped her rhythm. She pushed on theback of Jenna’s knees and humped her ass like an a****l. She banged her sodeeply that her hipbones smashed against the tiny teacher’s thighs. “Youlike this don’t you whore? Where’d that little girl find you anyway?”Jasmine panted between strokes. “I want you to come back and visit ol’Jasmine sometime, okay? I loves to fuck white women.”Jenna just lied there and let Jasmine fuck away. What else could she do?She was helpless. It was pointless to struggle, she may as well make thebest of it, right? I mean, the sensation of the thick dick pumping in andout of her ass was sending wild chills throughout her body. Even though itfelt like it was pressing against her lungs at times, the overridingfeeling was outrageous. Jenna puffed air through her nose with each deepthrust. Soon she found herself panty in rhythm with Jasmine.Drops of sweat dripped onto Jenna’s stomach from Jasmine’sforehead. Jasmine was working hard and the strain was starting to show onher face. She grit her teeth and growled more insults to the bound teacheras she continued to pound her ass, “I hate little white sluts like you. Youdeserve this and MORE! I’m gonna fuck you so hard…you won’t walk for aweek!”Jenna heard the insults but they just blended in with the moment. Herpanting and bouncing was slowly bringing her to orgasm. She didn’t want to,but her body was betraying her once again. The heavy thrusts shook herbreasts and filled her anal cavity to its peak. Jenna didn’t want to admitit, but she liked it.She puffed a few more breaths of air through her nose and listened asJasmine’s insults became more abusive.”This one’s for my momma,” Jasmine said as she thrust her hips againstJenna, “and this one’s for my daddy. I’m fucking you for all my friends andfamily you fuckin’ white bitch. You think you’re so much better than me,well how much better are you NOW?”Jenna couldn’t hold back any longer. She feared the message her orgasmmight send to this angry black woman who was so violently fucking her asswould be the wrong one. Jenna wondered if would be an insult.It didn’t matter, she had no choice. Jenna was cumming and there wasnothing she could do about it now. With the thick rubber dildo driving deepinto her ass, Jenna groaned deeply into the ball gag as her pussy expelledgirl juice, “mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh”Jasmine recognized Jenna’s orgasm and slowed her thrusting. As therecovering teacher lay before her, Jasmine kept the dildo pushed all theway inside her. She pinched Jenna’s nipples as the woozy teacherswoo ned. With two quick clicks, Jasmine pierced each nipple and insertedthick rings.Jasmine kept the dildo in Jenna’s ass as she pushed back her labia andlocated her swollen, throbbing clit. Using her thick fingers to pinch it,she pushed back the skin on the hood. Jenna was barely conscious and onlymoaned as Jasmine manipulated the sensitive organ. Jasmine took a shortthick needle and tightly pinched the clitoral hood and pressed the needlethrough.Jenna tensed and her eyes popped open and instantly filled with tears. Thepain was excruciating and she started to cry as Jasmine pushed the clitring through the fresh hole.With her nipples and clit still burning, Jenna held her breath and squeezedback more tears as Jasmine leaned forward and with a gun-like tool puncheda hole through the middle of Jenna’s nose. Tears streamed down her cheeksand she whimpered in pain into the ball gag. Jenna winced and flinched asJasmine pushed yet another ring in place.”There now, all done.” Jasmine said as she straightened and slowlyretracted the dildo from Jenna’s ass. “Just one more thing to do and you’reall finished slut.”Jasmine unlocked the shop door and flipped the sign to ‘open’.A few minutes later, Trisha returned just as Jasmine was finishing the’bullseye’ tattoo around Jenna’s anus.”You’re just in time. How’s she look?” Jasmine asked as she presented thepierced and tattooed Jenna.”Wow! She looks GREAT!” Trisha smiled as she surveyed the black artist’shandiwork. “Guess what slut?” Trisha began as Jasmine un-strapped the tiredyoung whore. “I bought us a few toys for later AND I got you some businesscards. Wanna see ’em?”Jenna was tired, sore and in no mood to resist Trisha’s question. She couldbarely stand, as her ass was doubly sore. Jenna dressed as best she couldand listened as Trisha explained.”As the final part of your training for the day, slut, we’re, or shall Isay ‘you’re’ going to introduce yourself around town today and pass outyour business cards. You’ll introduce yourself to whoever I say, by saying,’Hi, I’m Jenna, the lesbian whore’ and you’ll hand them a business card.”Jenna squirmed at the words and froze in place as she read the businesscard. It read:Jenna TarpLesbian teacher at St. Monica’s School for Girls”Have tongue, will grovel”Will service you for free. Party’s welcome.Followed by her telephone number and address.Jenna was in a daze. Her eyes were glossed over and she had retreated intoher own mind. Over and over she replayed the events of the past year andshe was nothing short of stunned.As she bounced along the street behind a giddy Trisha, who was reveling inhumiliating her personal slut at every opportunity by introducing her toshopkeepers and customers alike and making Jenna say ‘Hi, I’m Jenna, thelesbian whore’, over and over again, Jenna was almost oblivious to hersurroundings. The warm afternoon sun was starting to cool as it slowly setin the west and long shadows stretched across the vacating store-linedstreet.Jenna’s button-less blouse was tied under her firm but sore bouncingbreasts that were freshly labeled with “Trisha’s Property” and pierced withthick rings. Her once beautiful body that was the envy of nearly everywoman, was now defiled and permanently marked with tattoo’s and bodypiercing’s.Jenna had never been a vain person but she recalled the numerous times whenshe’d been called “the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” by women andmen alike. Her long flowing blonde locks were so silky smooth that everyoneyearned to touch them. Her large firm breasts looked fake because they wereso perky and firm. Her athletic physique with it’s flat stomach, strongshapely legs and round butt were features that set her apart from mostother women and snatched lustful looks from men and women alike, all thetime. Except for her shortness, Jenna was nearly perfect in every way.”But now,” Jenna sniffed, now she was BALD. Her long golden locks weregone, replaced by a shiny white scalp that drew the same amount ofattention but for the WRONG reason. Her beautiful face had a thick ringhanging from her nose and her eyebrows were thin lines of ink. Her beautywas diminished dramatically and people stared and laughed at the haplessyoung teacher as Trisha dragged her from place to place.”Wow,” Trisha exclaimed as she looked at the handful of business cards inher hand, “we’ve passed out a lot of these. You should win at least ONEfree 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 sayagain?” she asked herself as she looked at the one she had crushed in herpalm:Jenna TarpLesbian 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 soulleft her feeling helpless and afraid. She wondered what would happen asword spread. “Will anyone actually call?” she pondered. “Hopefully peoplewill just think it was a cruel joke and ignore it,” she tried to convinceherself.”Okay, slut, one last stop before home,” Trisha declared.Jenna was thankful for that and sighed a deep sigh. After the day’shorrible events, nothing Trisha had up her sleeve could be worse than whatpoor Jenna had already been through. The collar around Jenna’s neck jerkedforward and Jenna stumbled behind Trisha as she led the degraded youngteacher into a cafe.A pretty young hostess showed the unlikely pair to a booth in the corner ofthe tiny restaurant. Small circular tables decorated with candles weresprinkled about the busy dinner hour cafe. Jenna blinked often trying toignore the repeated shocked stares of the mostly female patronage as sheand Trisha made their way past them. Her heart raced and her skin burnedfrom the hateful stares.Trisha slid in first and sat in the middle of the bench. Jenna hesitatedand then tried to sit next to Trisha. Her butt hung off the edge as she saton what was left of the bench next to her agitated-lookingtormentress. Jenna held her breath when Trisha stared straight ahead andstarted to speak.”This is your last lesson for the day, slut,” Trisha began slowly, “fromnow on, we are NOT on the same level. You will serve me in any way Idesire, do you understand slut?”Jenna was scared as she tried to maintain her balance in the booth. Shefelt her heart pound against her breastbone as she thought about thequestion and her answer. If she answered ‘yes’, she was forever submittingto a young teenage girl, wasn’t she? Could anything Trisha dish out be anyworse 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 shovedthe dangling Jenna onto the floor. “While I dine, you will kneel on thefloor next to me, understand whore?” she asked the shocked Jenna as she saton the floor, red-faced and embarrassed.Jenna couldn’t bear to look around the cafe, but could feel the eyes uponher and she could hear the disgusted murmurs of the angry patrons at thelewd display before them. She quickly scrambled to her knees and closed hereyes as if praying, hoping that she could just disappear. Jenna wished shecould crawl in a hole and die.The waitress came and took Trisha’s order and ignored Jenna completely. Itwas if she wasn’t even there. Jenna felt totally humiliated.Trisha quickly drank three glasses of water before her order came. She ateher food and then slid out of the booth. “Wait here,” she told the kneelingyoung teacher.Jenna watched the young teenager walk to every table in the cafe that hadonly women and whisper to them. She’d slip them one of Jenna’s businesscards and move to the next one.After Trisha had finished visiting every woman in the cafe, she returnedand sat down. “I need some cash, slut.”Jenna gave Trisha her debit card and told her her pin. Trisha returned ashort time later with a fistful of cash that she formed into a fan andflashed to everyone as the sauntered back to the booth. With a jerk onJenna’s leash she said, “Let’s go slut.”Trisha led Jenna to the tiny dirty one stalled restroom. As the door sprangclosed behind them, Trisha pointed to the floor. Jenna’s heart sank as sheknelt on the floor in front of the young teen. Trisha raised her skirt andpaused 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. Shecould feel Jenna choke down her warm salty liquid and then clean her withher tongue.Jenna froze when she heard a light knock on the door. She looked up atTrisha with a panicked look on her face. She didn’t want to be discoveredlike this and worried that Trisha may leave her on her knees.Trisha stepped back, straightened her skirt and put her finger to lips andsaid, “shhhh.” She took Jenna’s hand and stuffed the wad of five-dollarbills 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 womenstanding outside. Jenna’s heart raced. She hoped no one had seen herkneeling on the dirty restroom floor. It was humiliating enough being bald,hairless and pierced, but to be kneeling in a public restroom just sent thetotally wrong message and Jenna worried what they might think.Trisha let the first woman inside and heard her say, “There she is,” andshe thumbed toward Jenna. Trisha looked down at the kneeling 22 year oldand said, “Introduce yourself slut.”Jenna’s mind was clouded with questions. She didn’t understand what washappening. She felt like crying and wished she were somewhere else. Usingthe words that Trisha had insisted she use since the tattoo shop and hadinitially sent shivers of fear through her, Jenna sat on her haunches andsincerely said, “Hi, I’m Jenna, the lesbian whore.”Jenna didn’t fully grasp what was happening until the middle-aged womanstood directly in front of her, lifted her skirt, pulled down her pantiesand nylons and pointed at the floor. Jenna’s eyes glazed over as sheinstinctively leaned forward and attempted to place her mouth on thewoman’s hairy vagina. But before she made a firm seal, the woman turnedaround, bent over and let loose with her piss and squirted it all overJenna’s face and chin. The warm smelly liquid ran down her chest and soakedher 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 tocapture 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 turnedaround. 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 painfullyclear. A thirty something year-old brunette was next. She stepped in frontof the younger 22 year-old and looked down at her as she pressed inclosely.Jenna couldn’t bear to make eye contact with her and stared at thefloor. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna saw the woman’s hand reach underher face. She felt the woman’s thin finger slip into her nose ring and liftgently.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 herjeans and pushed them to the floor. Humiliated Jenna sniffled, “Hi, I’mJenna, the lesbian whore.””I know,” she said.The woman turned around, placed her hands on her knees and squatted alittle. Jenna pushed her face toward her pussy as the woman released herbladder. Jenna held the woman’s buttocks apart and gulped at her goldenstream. Warm piss splattered on her chin, neck and breasts. She gagged alittle on the tanginess, but swallowed as much as she could. The womanfinished quickly and squeezed the last few drops out and let them drip onJenna’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 wasnext. Droplets of urine clung to her eyelashes and blurred her vision.A young teenage girl stood in the doorway, her mother’s hands on hershoulders. “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 clearher 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 urinatedon herself. With her own piss puddle beneath her, Jenna almost fainted.”So it is,” responded the mother in a knowing tone as the pair steppedcloser.Ashen and afraid, Jenna realized that she was kneeling in a publicrestroom, covered in piss, bald, pierced, tattooed and humiliated. Andworst of all, Barb, Trisha’s best friend and her mom, Judge Landers, werestaring at her. Jenna’s heart thumped heavily and her ears droned acontinuous squeal. All her blood sank to her legs and she woozily tried toremain conscious. Jenna’s life flashed before her. Consequences, sexuallydeviant acts, vagina’s, spankings, breasts, nipples, dildo’s, hair, nails,fingers, hands, all manner of which spun through Jenna’s frazzled mind asshe struggled to remain alert.Jenna was speechless. The ringing in her ears drowned out all exteriornoise. Her mouth hung open and she strained to hear what the pair wassaying, but she could only see their mouths move.Judge Landers wore tight black leather pants, heels and tight whiteblouse. She looked sheik as always. She asked Trisha, “Can Barb go first?””Sure, she can go first. Go ahead,” insisted Trisha as she pointed toJenna. “Introduce yourself slut.”Jenna didn’t hear a word. She just sat there and stared blankly. None ofthis could be happening. The room spun out of control and she wanted tovomit. Being seen in her current condition was the worst possiblescenario. But to be seen by a student AND a parent was even worse thanthat.Jenna’s skin crawled with ugly possibilities. She didn’t know what to do orwhat to say. She was a disgrace. She didn’t deserve to live.”I said, introduce yourself slut,” Trisha said as she bopped Jenna on theback of the head.Jenna finally heard someone speak. Tears filled her eyes and streamed downher face. She started to cry. The words that had just begun to roll off hertongue so easily just minutes before, were now harder than ever toutter. Jenna’s hesitation earned her another swat to the back of her shinyscalp 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 ATST. MONICA’S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS,” so that people behind her could hear. “Andthis 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 towardJenna. Her nearly hairless young pussy was swollen and red. Obvious signsof arousal leaked from her smallish cunt.Jenna stared in disbelief. It was as if the whole community was in on hersick little secret. Her eyes flicked from Barb to her mom and back again,desperately seeking some kind of approval. Jenna just didn’t feelcomfortable putting her face anywhere near a young girls pussy anytime, butespecially not with her MOM standing right there.Judge Landers became annoyed. “Can’t you get her to hurry up? I want to seethis for myself. It’s all over town and I want to witness her sickdepravity myself.””Come on slut, drink her piss, NOW!” insisted Trisha as she pushed onJenna’s head.Jenna leaned forward and placed her mouth on Barb’s tiny vagina. Barbnestled 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 hermouth. The softness of Barb’s vaginal skin aroused Jenna and she willinglycleaned 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 herankles and turn around. Meanwhile, Jenna handed Barb a five-dollar bill andshamefully said, “Thank you for your donation.”Barb giggled gleefully as she snatched the money from her submissiveteacher. “Wow, I’m so happy you’re my teacher.”Looking over her shoulder, Judge Landers said, “If you let any of this geton my leathers you’re in trouble whore.” With that, she squatted slightlyand placed her hands on her knees. She looked back one last time andsneered, “Ready?”Jenna leaned forward and craned her neck. She opened her mouth as widely asshe could and tried to encircle the judges’ shaven pussy. Her nose nestledinto the judges’ anus just as the liquid torrent filled her cavity. Jennalicked and sucked on the judges’ pussy as she swallowed the stinky saltyonrush numerous times.She couldn’t believe what she had just done. Jenna shivered at the thoughtof having just WILLINGLY drunk piss. But that wasn’t even the worst ofit. She had just WILLINGLY drunk the piss of a student AND her mom, who wasa JUDGE no less. Jenna cringed at the thought.As the judge pulled up her pants, she matter-of-factly said, “Oh, andMs. Tarp, did I tell you that I met your aunt a few months back? She’s alot like you. A LOT like you,” she snickered. She reached down and tuggedon Jenna’s nose ring and said, “We’ll be in touch sweetie. I’ve got asurprise 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 comein, stood in front of the soaked, smelly 22 year-old teacher, lifted herskirt and prepared to piss on her.Before the woman let loose Judge Landers reached in her shopping bag andpulled out a small bottle and handed it to Jenna, “Here,” she said, “drinkthis. It’ll settle your stomach.”Jenna read the simple label as she removed the cap, it read: MotherNature’s Dairy Delight. Jenna sniffed the creamy liquid before she took asip. She smiled at the sweet creamy taste and took a second sip before shewas overcome with the impromptu generosity of the judge. Jenna looked up atthe judge with tear-filled puppy dog eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”Jenna was truly thankful and was somewhat surprised and confused by thejudge’s reaction to her ‘thank you’. Jenna saw her expression change fromthe 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 openedJenna’s sopping wet blouse to expose her glistening tattooed breasts. Jennasighed when Trisha hefted her tits and displayed the horrible tattoo’sclaiming Trisha’s ownership. Trisha milked Jenna’s sore pierced nipples andtugged gently on the thick new rings in each.Jenna’s stomach was bloated with stinky urine as the last woman mercifullypissed on Jenna’s face and chest. The warm golden fluid coated her chestand ran over her throbbing, aching nipples. When the woman finished, Jennahanded 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 nextparty.”Jenna was soaked from head-to-toe with smelly urine. Her baldhead, face andclothes were saturated as she knelt in a stinky pool. At least 10 women hadpissed on her, but she’d lost count after the sixth. Trisha finally let herstand and she weakly struggled to her feet. Her tummy protruded like shewas 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 canget.”Jenna choked back the sensation to purge and swallowed the last few dropsof her bottle of Mother Nature’s Dairy Delight and then followed Trisha outof the restroom. Slowly the two passed through the cafe past the numerouswomen who Jenna had paid to drink their piss.The crowded cafe grew silent as Trisha led the drenched, smelly youngteacher outside and into her car. Noses wrinkled as the rancid smell ofurine wafted behind Jenna and sickened the customers along her path. Trishawaved to the disgusted, yet excited cafe patronage as Jenna gladly droveaway.The first day of the last week of school had been a stressful one forJenna. Her appearance had gotten her more than her share of snickers andgiggles behind her back. Teaching a class at this stage of the year wasdifficult enough, but looking as she did made it nearly impossible. Hertender nipples rubbed relentlessly on her tight white tube top. The thickmetal rings that hung weightily on her nipples, were clearly visiblethrough the tight top.Jenna’s new dress code, as dictated by Trisha and reinforced by sister Ann,required that she wear tight crop or tube tops, short micro mini skirts andstiletto heals. She felt like a whore when she dressed that way, but shereally had no choice. Her position at the school depended upon herconformance to the requirements.Her short, short black skirt clung to her hips like a second skin. Shehated the fact that it was soooo short. So short in fact that either herass crack showed or her vagina showed. Most of the time she opted to showher butt crack because she didn’t have to look at it.As strange as she felt upon her arrival at school, Jenna was pleasantlysurprised at her reception. Despite the giggles and occasional fingerpointing, she was oddly impressed at how the girls reacted. It was almostas if they had expected her to look this way.By the middle of the day Jenna almost felt ‘normal’. Her bald head, piercednose and tattooed eyebrows were given more than the expected number ofcompliments. Both students and staff alike said they admired her ‘newlook’. She was just glad no one knew about her ‘other’ tattoos.Between periods and just before lunch, Jenna froze when her classroom doorflew open and Trisha and Barb confidently strolled in. She feared what theywanted and stood motionless as they approached. As the sunlight streamed inand created a patchwork of shadows on the floor, the two teenagers circledher like vultures.”Hi, teach,” beamed Trisha, “how’s your day going so far? Anyone comment onyour new appearance?”Jenna swallowed hard. She didn’t know how to answer the question best. Ifshe admitted that her new look was pretty well received, Trisha may getangry and do something even more drastic. But if she lied, she may getcaught and be in even more trouble with Trisha. Jenna hesitated butadmitted, “Yes, they have Ms. Trisha,” she started hesitantly, “most girlslike it.”Jenna sighed in relief when Trisha said, “Good, that’s good, slut.”Barb handed Jenna a small bag with a present inside. She said, “Here, thisis from my mom.”Jenna looked inside and found another 16oz bottle of Mother Nature’s DairyDelight. She was momentarily overtaken by the generosity and thoughtfulnessof Judge Landers. She held it to her chest as tears of joy filled her eyes.”My mom wants you to drink one everyday for lunch. She says it will calmyour stomach and nerves,” Barb passed on.Jenna, shaken by the sudden surge of emotion mouthed, ‘thank you’. Sheopened the top and chugged down the sweet rich milky beverage and wiped herlips. Its coolness slid down her esophagus and soothed her queasystomach. “May I ask you a question Ms. Landers? Where can I purchase thiswonderful product anyway?””It’s a new product,” apprised Barb, “my mom knows the manufacturer. Wantme to tell her you like it?””Oh, yes, please do,” insisted Jenna, feeling as though she was actuallyhaving a normal conversation for a change.Trisha looked at Barb and asked, “How do you like her?””She looks awesome. But I thought you said she had some tattoos,”questioned Barb.”Oh, she does,” Trisha said as she tugged down on Trisha’s tube topexposing the tattoos on her breasts that read: Trisha’s Property.Jenna winced as Barb read the words aloud.”Wow! That’s cool!” Barb exclaimed.”Hey, slut! How come you had that covered up? I had you spend a lot ofmoney on those. I want you to show them off, just in case anyone thinksabout getting any funny ideas,” Trisha insisted, “got it?”Jenna felt a little light-headed. The thought of letting everyone at schoolsee that horrible tattoo was devastating. What would the girls think? Howwould they react?Jenna’s breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. In her mind, shepanicked. She glanced down and saw the gleaming tattoos and nearly fainted.”Hey!! And what about this one?” Trisha scowled disappointedly as shetugged on Jenna’s tiny skirt exposing the top of her pubic mound and theshiny new tattoo.Jenna wiggled her hips as the micro mini was pulled down just above herpussy lips. The tattoo: “Trisha’s Bitch” was bulging across her swollenmound. She leaned back against her desk and sighed deeply. Crazy thoughtsraced through Jenna’s mind. What should she do? What COULD she do?Jenna’s stomach heaved with anxiety. Her pubic mound tattoo felt like aflashing neon sign.Trisha grabbed her teachers’ chin and said, “Don’t cover them again, slut,understand?”All Jenna could do was nod her head ‘yes’.”Go outside and stand in the hall. I need to talk to your next class,”Trisha ordered.Jenna’s mind went blank. The thought of standing in the busy hallway foreveryone to see was too much. Numbly, she staggered to the door and steppedoutside. Her fabulous figure, permanently disfigured, was quite asight. Jenna, the woman who had one of the most desirable bodies ever, wasput on lewd display just as the bell rang.Quickly, the long noisy corridor filled with bustling young teenagegirls. Many just pushed their way past the tiny but highly exposed teacherwithout a second glance, but many more stopped and crowded around to readJenna’s permanent pronouncements.Jenna stood like a statue, unable to move and hardly able to breathe. Hershiny scalp beaded up with sweat as young teenage girls stared at herdisfigurement, pointed, giggled and laughed at her. Jenna wanted to coverherself, but she knew if she did, Trisha would kill her. She swung herhands loosely and twisted awkwardly in a vain attempt to slyly cover hertattoos as the shuffling group of girls struggled for position so see her.Trisha told Barb, “Go outside and make sure she’s not covering thosetattoos, would ya?””Love to,” said Barb as she skipped to the door.Once outside, Barb recognized what Jenna was attempting to do. She tookJenna by the wrist and placed it on her hip and said, “Put your hands here,Ms. Tarp. We wouldn’t want to block anyone’s view, now would we?”Jenna put her hands on her hips and stood motionless as the small crowd ofgiggling girls bobbed for position. They all wanted to read Jenna’stattoos. Their giddy faces and shocked looks were almost too much for poorJenna.Meanwhile, Trisha was addressing Jenna’s next class as they filed in. Shetold them that if they needed to use the restroom all they needed to do wasraise their hand and then point at the floor and that Ms. Tarp would takecare of them at their desk.The class seemed a little confused, but Trisha assured them that Ms. Tarpwould help them understand.As the hallway slowly cleared Trisha opened the door and let the petrifiedJenna back inside. She whispered in Jenna’s ear that the class ‘knew thesignal’ and that she’d better do it ‘or else’.Jenna’s heart sank and she almost passed out. This couldn’t behappening. Surely she couldn’t do that in public and CERTAINLY not with herclass. Jenna’s mouth went dry and she didn’t know what to do. Her tunnelvision almost prohibited her from finding her own desk as she ambled to thefront of the class.Before Jenna could speak a girl in the middle of the class raised her hand.Speechless, Jenna merely pointed to her to acknowledge her question.”Ms. Tarp,” the girl began, “I need to use the restroom,” and she pointedat the floor.Jenna’s jaw dropped as the young girl gestured to the floor by herdesk. Jenna turned an ashen white as she glanced at Trisha who was grinningdevilishly.There Jenna was, standing in front of her whole class. Her micro mini andher tube top were pulled down so far that her disgusting tattoos espousingTrisha’s ownership of her were exposed to everyone. Except for the two tinypieces of material, she was virtually naked in front of her class. Worst ofall, her class knew ‘the sign’ and was using it. How could see ever explainher behavior?Jenna prayed the girl didn’t REALLY know the ‘sign’ and gave her permissionto go. She then looked at Trisha and motioned for her to ‘come here’.Trisha, taken aback by Jenna’s demand, briskly confronted the beautifulyoung and defiled teacher by grabbing her lower jaw and sneering, “You justdon’t get it do you slut,” she began as the class began to squirm in theirseats, expecting a full on confrontation. Trisha slipped her index fingerinto Jenna’s nose ring and pulled down as she used her other hand on theback of her head. “Can you read this?” she asked, forcing Jenna to look ather own tits, “Do you know what this says? Doesn’t this mean anything toyou, you dumb cunt!” Trisha growled as the class stared on. “Tell me whatit says, slut. Read it to me!”Jenna sniffled. The terrible words: ‘Trisha’s Property’ were staring backat her. Her mind was numb and she couldn’t think clearly. Standing nearlynaked in front of her whole class and being humiliated by Trisha like thiswas horrible. Horrible in unimaginable ways, yet there was something elsehappening inside her too. Jenna’s stomach suddenly tightened and she feltan inexplicable gush of warmth escape from her pussy.As she stared at her tits, almost fully exposed, she pictured what she mustlook like in front of the class. She could feel the eyes upon her and shesensed the heated passion building ever so quickly in the room. Jenna’smind swooned with confusion as she desperately tried to sort out herfeelings.She glanced past her breasts and focused on her glistening pubic mound. Herskin was coated with a light glaze of nervous sweat and she watched a dripform and roll gently into the fold between her pussy and leg. The dripseemed to move in slow motion and it sent wild shivers through her mind asit crept its way toward her heated sex. Jenna gasped and closed her eyeswhen she felt it combine with her own oozing love juice.Trisha broke Jenna’s concentration and asked, “Do we need to make anothertrip to my favorite tattoo artist again?”Fear gripped Jenna as she recalled being fucked in the ass by the largemuscular black woman. She remembered how large the dildo was and how itfelt pummeling her ass. Jenna bit her lower lip and squeezed back anothersurge from her pussy and mumbled, “No, please Ms. Trisha, PLEASE,that…that…that won’t be necessary.””I asked you what it said? Are you gonna tell me or what?” Trisha snarledas she moved in behind the woozy teacher.Jenna hesitated just long enough to piss Trisha off. Trisha reached underJenna’s arms and grabbed the tight white tube top and yanked it down to herwaist. She grabbed Jenna’s breasts, cupped them tightly and lifted them andasked the class, “What’s this say class?”Jenna winced as the class responded in unison, “TRISHA’S PROPERTY!””That’s right class, Trisha’s property. And what does this say?” she askedas she yanked Jenna’s skirt to her knees.Again in unison the class responded, “TRISHA’S BITCH!””Right again class. And who is ‘Trisha’?” she asked.”YOU ARE!” chimed the class.”And who is Trisha’s BITCH?” she asked again.”MS. TARP IS!” giggled the class together.”Now do you get it slut?” Trisha whispered in Jenna’s ear. “You’reMINE. You’ll do as I say, whenever and wherever I want and to whomever Iwant. Do you understand my little whore?”Jenna’s mind swirled with confusion. Blankly, she responded, “Y-yes,Ms. Trisha.””Good. Now tell the class,” Trisha whispered, “Tell them that those are MYtits and that’s MY pussy to play with, however and whenever I want. Tellthem that YOU are mine to do with as I please. Tell them slut, tell themNOW!”Jenna whimpered to herself. Was she really going to say that out loud? Wasshe really going to admit to her whole class that she was Trisha’s toy?Trisha was a mere c***d and she was 22.When she felt a tight squeeze on her nipples, Jenna knew what she had todo. She swallowed hard and began, “Ms. Trisha, I have something to say.””Yes, my sweet little slut, what is it?” Trisha coaxed her on with sharpsqueezes and tugs on her nipples and thick metal rings.Inside Jenna, something snapped. Trisha’s tugging and squeezing on herexposed nipples, as she stood naked or nearly so, in front of her wholeclass, was driving her wild. She wanted it. She wanted more of Trisha’storment. Jenna admitted to herself that she liked it and for the firsttime, things became crystal clear.A sudden calm came over Jenna just then and her hands caressed the back ofTrisha’s. Jenna straightened a little and looked out at the class ofdrooling young girls, the heated smell of which hung thick in the air. Shegently massaged Trisha’s hands as Trisha continued to knead her breasts.Jenna’s stomach tightened as words poured from her lips, “I want topublicly admit that these breasts are yours. My tits are here for you to dowith as you wish.” Jenna then took Trisha’s right hand and slid it down hertaut stomach toward her sex. “And my pussy is yours also. I AM yours,Ms. Trisha, to do with as you wish. I will do whatever you want me to,whenever you want, to whomever you want. Just say the word and I will doit.”Trisha couldn’t believe it and neither could the class. She gently massagedJenna’s sloppy cunt as the class watched in excited amazement. Her teacherhad just admitted, no, SUBMITTED to her in front of the whole CLASS! Nowshe had witnesses to prove her dominance over the young beautiful slut. NowJenna was TRULY HERS!Trisha motioned to the girl who had raised her hand.As the girl stood, Trisha whispered to Jenna, “You know what to do, now godo it.”Blindly, Jenna staggered down the aisle, her skirt falling to her feet asshe willingly stepped out of it on the way. She stood next to the younggirl as the girl pointed to the floor again. Jenna knelt beside the girl,her hands trembled and were slick with sweat as she reached up under thegirls skirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled themdown. Jenna heard the girl gasp when her panties slid off her tiny rump.With the class gazing on in disbelief, Jenna helped the girl step out ofone leg hole before she pushed her knees apart. As the whole class staredin excited amazement, the semi-reluctant Ms. Tarp pulled the girl a littlecloser. She sat back on her haunches and tilted her head back. She pulledthe girls smallish teenage vagina onto her mouth and with a gentle squeezeon her soft butt, Jenna signaled the girl to ‘let go’.With a whimpering, almost scared sigh, the girl released her bladder intoher teachers waiting mouth.The class cooed and ooed as the young teacher easily gulped down every dropfrom her student. When the girl finished Jenna willingly licked her youngvagina, easily parting the soft folds of flesh with her tongue.Jenna finished cleaning her students’ sweet vaginal cavity and helped herget dressed. She numbly staggered back to her desk when suddenly handsbegan to pop up all around the classroom. Jenna closed her eyes slowly anddropped her head. Shamefully, Jenna admitted to herself what her task forthe day was.She called on another girl.As expected the girl said, “Ms. Tarp, I need to use the restroom” andpointed to the floor.Jenna walked over to the girl and drank her piss, just like the last girl.Before the period ended, Jenna had drunk the piss of nearly EVERY girl inher class that day. Her knees were sore and raw from crawling around theroom. She wished she had another bottle of Mother Nature’s Dairy Delight tocalm her stomach. It was bloated and protruded with teenage girl piss andshe reeked like urine.The day didn’t end soon enough. As the last bell rang, Barb came up andhanded Jenna a note.”I called my mom at lunch and she wants you to come over for dinnertomorrow night. She’s having the milk manufacturer over too and she wantsyou to meet them. Here are directions and the time. Don’t be late,slut. She hates that.”Ever since her disastrous day of ‘shopping’ with Trisha, Jenna’s life hadchanged dramatically. She found herself ‘serving’ Trisha whenever the youngteenager 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 sickteenager wanted, she would end up in prison or worse. She’d simply allowedherself to do too many sick and depraved things to back out now. Andbesides, something inside her was different too. Jenna’s stomach flinchedwhen she admitted that to herself. I mean, here she was, a beautifulattractive 22 year-old who was the envy of most women and the object lustfor most men and yet, not only had she allowed herself to be defiled andhumiliated beyond her wildest dreams, or more correctly, “nightmares”, butat times she thought she actually liked it.Jenna felt a wave of depression sweep over her as she recollected what sheused to look like compared to now. She glanced at her reflection in theglass of her front window as she twisted and turned to better seeherself. Her large firm breasts pushed outwardly through the tiny top andher nipples, complete with the rings, were clearly visible. She pulled downslowly on the top until those terrible tattoo’s on the top of her breastsshown through like blinking neon lights, “Trisha’s Property! Trisha’sProperty!”Jenna cupped her breasts and pushed up on them to get a better look at thetattoo’s in the reflection. She sighed deeply as their weight impressedeven 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 stoodtopless in her living room and stared at her reflection in the glass. Sheran her hands up her waist and again cupped her breasts. “Oooohhhh,” shesighed softly as her body tingled with a strange sense of arousal. Lightlyshe tugged on the thick metal rings that hung from her swellingnipples. “Ooooooohhhhhhh,” she moaned again as the rings suddenly hungfreely beneath her hardened nipples.Jenna started to move her hips, slowly and seductively as she began todance to her reflection. In her aroused state, she ran her hands all overher body further exciting herself. Jenna breathed heavier as her bodytingled with excitement.As she watched her sultry seductive moves in the glass, she became lost inthe moment. Her hands roamed her heated flesh and paused only to tug orpinch her nipples. What was happening to her? She’d never acted like thisbefore. Thoughts, crazy thoughts, kept entering her mind and her exoticdancing increased. She could feel her pussy heating up and her hands feltlike feathers as they lightly touched her skin.Jenna slipped a finger past her lips and deep into her mouth where shesucked on the digit with reckless abandon. She then took her hand and slidit down her chest and past the waist band of her tiny skirt and into herwaiting slit. “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH,” she groaned as her finger penetrated hersoft heated folds. Jenna pumped her finger in and out of her moisteningslit as she rubbed her breast with the other hand.Those wild and crazy thoughts were driving this insane behavior and Jennafelt powerless to stop it. She kept thinking of Trisha forcing her to herknees and fucking her face with her teenage cunt. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH,” Jennamoaned as she could practically feel Trisha’s hot cunt thumping on hernose.With both hands Jenna frantically pushed her tiny skirt to her knees andimmediately returned to finger fucking herself. Jenna was so aroused thatnothing seemed to matter. She was determined to make herself cum for thefirst time in her life and she didn’t care what fantasy she used. Jennarubbed her pussy and pinched her clit as she circled the swollen nub withher 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 tocause her a little pain, yet strong enough to stretch her nipples todistortion. Her breathing became more and more erratic and Jenna could seeher stomach convulse in the reflection. She thrust her hips forward as herfinger continued its relentless assault on her clit causing her to tenseand relax alternately.A light coat of sweat formed on her skin as her arousal continued tobuild. Jenna was going to make herself cum and she knew it. She picturedherself being pushed around by Trisha and her friends. They made her dothings, horrible, disgusting things and Jenna liked it. They made her crawlon her knees and lick them in public. They took her to a park and in frontof everyone they made her strip naked and lick their pussies andassholes. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GAWD,” Jenna breathed as her fantasycontinued. The girls made her say how much she wanted them to do thosehorrible things. They made her tell them and everyone around them, how muchshe liked it when they made her do those horrible things.”OOOOOOHHHHHH MY-Y-Y-Y!!” Jenna screamed out loud as her fingers sloppedthrough her sopping wetness in search of her elusive clit. She was close toorgasm and she focused even more intently on her fantasy. Her head rolledloosely on her shoulders as she envisioned the girls encircling her,taunting her, making fun of her and forcing her to tell everyone that shewas 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 listenedto herself screaming vile phrases to Trisha and her friends as theyencouraged her to admit publicly that she was the slut she was. She heardherself telling the world that she loved to kiss young teenage girl pussiesand drink their piss. Jenna sucked air and tensed when she pictured herselffinger fucking herself on a beach while screaming her admissions foreveryone to hear.”AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” Jenna groaned as she climaxed to her fantasy. Gooeygirl cum coated her pulsing hand as she involuntarily thrust her hips inreflex to the orgasm. She gasp for breath as her pussy convulsed and heranus tightened.Jenna sighed and massaged her pussy as the effects of her orgasm slowlybegan to wear off. Her heart rate began to quiet and body relax. Sheglanced at her limp reflection in the glass and slowly regained herfocus. She staggered back and slumped in a chair that faced the street andquietly dozed off in a nap.Seconds later, Jenna was jarred awake by a sharp tapping noise on her frontwindow. It was Barb and Trisha standing on her front porch pointingfrantically at their wrists. It was 6:30 and dinner at Judge Landers wasscheduled for 7:00.Jenna cringed once again. She hadn’t been slapped around like this in herwhole life. She found it difficult to watch the road because of all thetears that puddled in her eyes. As she blindly steered her car down thelong narrow country road en-route to Judge Landers house, Trisha kept upher relentless badgering and slaps to the back of Jenna’s bald stubblyscalp every time Jenna made a mistake.”What do you say if Barb’s mom asks how you like school?” Trisha snapped.Jenna winced and sniffed, “I’ll tell her I like it…a lot.””NO! You stupid cunt,” Trisha shouted with another slap to the back ofJenna’s head, “you tell her you LOVE school, especially since I’M in chargeof it. Got it?!”Jenna nodded her understanding. The continuous flow of nonsensical,impossible-to-answer-correctly questions poured from Trisha’s mouth like alawyer seeking a confession. No matter what Jenna said, it was wrong.Jenna couldn’t wait to get to the judge’s house. Her ears were ringing andher head hurt, she didn’t think she could take much more. It was bad enoughthat Trisha and Barb had seen her masturbating, the first time in her lifeshe actually pleasured HER SELF, but now she was on her way to have dinnerat the home of one of the most prominent women in the community and she hadto have her teenage tormentor along. Jenna wondered if her life could getin any more disarray.Jenna’s mind drifted as Trisha’s questioning just turned to yammering andcreated a pause in the abuse. She gripped the steering wheel until herknuckles turned white. She wondered how things had ever gotten this out ofcontrol. Jenna reflected back on her life since coming to St. Monica’s andhow drastically things had changed. Her stomach turned sour as she caught aglimpse of herself in the rear view mirror and she saw her baldhead,tattooed eyebrows and thick ring in her nose. That reminded her of herother horrible disfigurements like the tattoos across her breasts, the oneabove her cleanly plucked pubic mound and her still sore anus. As a shiverran up her spine causing her to wriggle, she wished she had another bottleof Mother Nature’s Dairy Delight to sooth her upset stomach.”Thank goodness I’m going to meet the manufacturer tonight,” Jenna thoughtto herself, “at least now I can get a line on where to buy some more in thefuture.” A sly smile pursed her lips and she almost reveled in the factthat she had completely ignored Trisha’s yammering until now.”So what do you say to that? Huh cunt?” Trisha egged.Jenna’s heart skipped a beat as she wheeled the car up the long drivewayand pretended to be focused on the road.”Well cunt? What do you say?” Trisha repeated.”Ms. Trisha, we’re here,” Jenna shyly replied hoping to avoid answering thequestion she never heard as she parked the car in one of the many angularparking spots across from the huge two-story mansion.”Wow, that didn’t take long at all,” the youn g teenager said as sherealized where they were. “Here, put this on,” she said as she handed Jennathe leather collar and leash.”PLEASE, Ms. Trisha, PLEASE don’t make me wear that in there. PLEASE!”Jenna cried. The thought of being led into the front room of this HUGEhouse on the leash of one of her student’s was almost too much tobear. Jenna felt glued to her seat. Fear and humiliation gripped her likean angry fist and she was powerless to move. She just couldn’t imaginewalking across the driveway, leashed like a dog. What would the judgethink? What would she say? Jenna’s mind went blank.”Listen teach,” Trisha sneered as she leaned in close to the petrifiedolder woman, “you either put this on right now, or I’ll take you out in thedriveway and put you on your knees.”Jenna, snapped to total obedience, grabbed the leash and collar and quicklyput them on. Her clammy hands fumbled with buckle that she couldn’t securefast enough. Trisha’s threat was all she needed to motivate her to totalsubmission. Jenna knew the mean young teenage girl would do it, too and itscared the hell out of her. Jenna hated the fact that the young teenagerwas so much taller and athletic than she. She knew that even if she wantedto resist physically, she couldn’t. Jenna’s stomach seemed as hard as arock. The tension was killing her.”Okay, let’s go,” said Trisha as she slid out the passenger sidedoor. “Barbie, will you run in and tell your mom we’re here? I want her tomeet us at the front door.””Sure. Be right back,” Barb sang as she skipped across the driveway andinto the front door.Jenna straightened her pleated plaid school skirt and tucked in her whitecotton blouse. She slowly bent forward and pulled on her matching knee highsocks before straightening and handing Trisha the end of herleash. Secretly she thanked the girls for allowing her to at least dressappropriately for dinner, even though they insisted she dress like aCatholic schoolgirl.Jenna tugged at her bra and tried to straighten it as she waited for Trishato tell her to go. Jenna hadn’t worn a bra for months and it felt weird. Inher own mind she again had to thank the girls for insisting she cut thenipple section out, so that her large thick nipple rings could handfreely. She hadn’t realized until now, just how good it felt to have thesupport of a bra, yet the freedom to expose her nipples.”Stop fidgeting whore,” Trisha said with a quick jerk on the leash.Just then the front door slowly opened and Judge Landers appeared on thestoop. Dressed in an all black shiny latex outfit that consisted ofskin-tight pants, a tube top that showed off her firm midriff and wastopped by a waist length jacket that she intentionally left open andunbuttoned, Judge Landers sensually placed her hands on her hips andseductively rolled them forward like a beauty queen.Both Trisha and Jenna stood in awe for a moment and just stared. Neitherone of them had expected that. Not until Judge Landers sleek frame slippedoff the first step and headed toward them, did either one of them move.Trisha, unsure of her self for the first time all year, took a half stepback as the domineering figure approached. She tried to quickly clear herthroat and squeaked out, “Uh, h-hello judge.””Hello Trisha,” Judge Landers began as she stood in front of the muchshorter Jenna and looked down at her, “what do we have here?” Judge Landerstook her gloved finger and placed it under the nervous school teacher’schin and lifted her face so she could look in her eyes.Jenna, her hands nervously clasp in front of her, nearly fainted when shelooked into those dark domineering eyes of Judge Landers. It felt like thejudge was looking straight into her soul and knew everything abouther. Inexplicably Jenna’s nipples sprang to hardness and a sudden surge ofmoisture filled her white panty covered pussy. Jenna didn’t know what tothink. She’d never experienced such an instantaneous rush of obviousarousal like that before, EVER! She didn’t know where it came from or why,but it felt TERRIFIC and she didn’t care where it came from.”My, my, my, don’t we look like the sexy little schoolgirl today,” purredJudge Landers as her latex gloved fingers glided down Jenna’s neck untilher hand was clasp around Jenna’s throat, “are you trying to illicit someform of arousal in someone tonight?”Jenna stood motionless as the judges hand slowly and seductively slippedbehind her neck and firmly, yet gently pulled her face just an inch or twocloser to the judge’s large breast, which Jenna could almost swear wasintentionally being pushed toward her. Instinctively and without thinkingabout it, Jenna found herself automatically opening her mouth at thegesture.”It’s time for dinner,” cooed the judge as she released her hold on Jenna’sneck. “I can see Trisha’s efforts have paid off.”Jenna blinked as she closed her mouth and blindly followed the judge, Barband Trisha inside. She wasn’t sure what just happened. It was all veryconfusing. Did the judge know about Trisha? Jenna’s mind was awash withuncertainty.Inside, the four females sat around a huge dining table in an elaboratelydecorated dining room with high ceilings. The table was exquisitely setwith fine china and silver flatware. The room sparkled with ‘money’.Jenna began to scoot her chair forward when Trisha cleared her throat,”Uh-hem,” and scowled at her teacher with a ‘what the hell are you doing’look. “Judge Landers, please excuse my teacher, Ms. Tarp, she seems to haveforgotten her place.” With a firm downward jerk on the leash, Trisha noddedto the floor and scowled.Jenna felt sick. Her stomach tightened and she felt faint. Surely Trishacouldn’t be serious. Surely she didn’t want her to kneel at THIS table? Itwas one thing to make her do that at restaurants, but HERE, at THIS table?Jenna could feel her heart pulsing in her neck. Her ears rang so loudly shecouldn’t hear.With cold clammy fingers, Jenna gripped the sides of her chair and scootedback. She knew she had no choice but to obey her young teenagetormentor. Taking shallow breaths and feeling light-headed, Jenna pushedthe chair against the back wall and knelt beside Trisha. Jenna, embarrassedand humiliated, couldn’t bear to look at anyone, but chose to stare at theground. “What must they think of me now?” Jenna felt like crying as sheawaited the impending line of questions. She knew the judge would ask herwhy she was kneeling, why she was wearing the collar, why she obeyed Trishalike a puppy.Jenna knew that it was just a matter of seconds before her life changedforever. She knew that she would have to come ‘out’ and admit that she wasTrisha’s personal slave. “How humiliating,” she sniffed toherself. Thoughts, memories, and visions, raced through Jenna’s mind as sherecalled all that she had done to get into this humiliating andembarrassing position. She knew it was all her own fault, too. After all,she was the adult, not Trisha. Trisha was a young teenage girl who was justtaking advantage of whatever Jenna gave her, which was EVERYTHING. How dumbshe was for letting things get so out of control!Over the screeching in her ears, Jenna strained to hear the judgesreaction.”Are you feeling okay, Ms. Tarp?” asked the judge in a sincere tone. “Isyour stomach upset?”Jenna’s stomach WAS upset. Blindly, she nodded ‘yes’ without looking up.”Here, drink this. It’ll settle your stomach,” reassured the judge as shepushed a glass of milk towards Jenna.Lifting only her eyes, Jenna reached up and grabbed the glass and drank thesilky contents. She closed her eyes, knowing it was another glass of”Mother Nature’s Dairy Delight”, the wonderful, satisfying, soothingnourishment that did wonders at settling her upset stomach. “Mmmm, thankyou, Ms. Landers. That was delicious.”A sly smile creased Judge Landers lips as she smirked and said, “Did Barbtell you that the manufacturer of that product will be here for dinner?””Um, yes, she did Ms. Landers,” Jenna said as she squirmed a bit on heraching knees, “I can’t wait to meet him.””Him?” Judge Landers questioned, “did Barb tell you it was a man?””Uh, well, no, not exactly, I just assumed since it was a manufacturer,that it was a…it was a man. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made such anassumption,” Jenna apologized sheepishly.”In fact,” began the judge, “not only is the manufacturer a ‘woman’, butshe also produces her product right here in my home.””Really?” asked Jenna as her interest piqued. “Do you have a specialkitchen somewhere?””Well sort of. Would you like to see it?” offered the judge.Jenna’s face lifted upward for the first time. She felt as if she washaving a ‘regular’ conversation for the first time in a long time and shewas truly interested in seeing the milk production area. “Yes, of course Iwould. I’d love to see it.””Excellent. We’ll do it right after you eat,” insisted the judge. With twosharp claps, the kitchen door flew open and slim shapely woman, covered inshiny black latex from head-to-toe strode into the room carrying salads.Jenna wished she could see the woman’s face hidden inside the hood, becauseher body was thin and sexy. Jenna kept staring at the hooded face as thewoman passed out the salads. There was something strangely familiar aboutthe way she moved, but Jenna couldn’t put her finger on it.Seconds later their eyes met and Jenna would have sworn that the servantfroze in her tracks for a second. But she blew it off because she continuedher service, uninterrupted.Barb, Trisha and the judge chatted like Jenna wasn’t even in the room. Theygiggled, told jokes, discussed their day and basically ignored the factthat Jenna was kneeling beside Trisha, eating her salad on the floor.When they finished eating, the judge clapped her hands again and theservant returned. This time she wasn’t wearing her pants. She had tall,calf length boots and latex panties, but NO pants.Jenna noticed how firm and shapely her legs were and felt a strange wetnessbetween her own legs again. She didn’t know why this woman was exciting herbut deep down, Jenna knew she was. Mentally, Jenna tried to shake theinappropriate feeling. Since her experience in the jail that one dreadfulevening, she knew that she had “some sort of feeling” toward women, butdismissed it as some latent behavior that would pass.The three females secretly eyed Jenna and watched her reaction as theservants naked thighs brushed up against the bald ‘school girl’. They couldsee that Jenna’s eyes followed the servant’s every move and there wasdefinite ‘interest’ on her part.As the three quickly downed the fruit cocktail course of their meal, theyeagerly awaited as Jenna finished hers.”Is everyone ready for the main course?” asked the judge, matter-of-factly.”Yes,” chimed Barb and Trisha simultaneously.Jenna sensed something a little sinister sounding in their voices, but she,herself, was eagerly awaiting the servant’s reappearance. She could hardlywait to see if something else would be ‘missing’.The sound of two sharp claps startled Jenna a little, but her eyesinstinctively went to the kitchen door. She didn’t have to wait long andshe secretly held her breath as the door slowly opened.Jenna’s eyes widened as the servant gradually appeared. She was naked fromthe waist down. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a tight rectanglejust above her slit. Her hips rolled easily from side-to-side as shesauntered in her direction.”Guests first,” gestured Judge Landers toward Jenna, kneeling on her left.Jenna hadn’t even noticed that the servant wasn’t carrying anything as shestrode confidently to her side of the table. Jenna’s neck tightened asTrisha jerked back on her leash. She didn’t exactly know what it meant, butleaned back just the same.Without saying a word, the servant eased herself in front of Jenna,straddled her knees with her feet and leaned against the table. Her pelvispushed outward ly, almost beckoning for Jenna’s mouth.Jenna didn’t know what to do or say. She sat on her haunches until she feltTrisha’s hand on the back of her neck pushing her forward .”Go ahead, slut,” Trisha grinned, “eat.”Jenna was mortified. She wanted to resist, but then again, she didn’t.With Barb sitting up and leaning forward to get a better look and JudgeLanders tilting her head to the side so she could see better, Jenna shookquietly as her face approached the servants sex.Jenna could smell the heated woman and she could see her arousalbuilding. Jenna had seen enough aroused vagina’s this past year to knowwhat one looked like when it was swelling with excitement. She could seethe woman’s taut stomach tensing with anticipation. Jenna watched as thewoman’s labia brightened with pinkness and blossomed like a flower. Theglistening moisture that coated the woman’s unfolding lips began to oozefrom deep within and Jenna could almost taste it.The pressure on the back of her neck increased and Jenna eventually lostfocus on the woman’s cunt as it drew closer and closer. She knew there wasnothing she could do about it. Jenna knew that she was EXPECTED to servicethe servant and even the servant knew it. She closed her eyes as her lipswere pressed against the woman’s soft wetness and Jenna kissed her pussy.”Mmmmm,” she thought to herself as the taste of the servants juices slippedpast her lips. “She tastes good,” she thought to herself as she extendedher tongue and licked upward.Temporarily lost in the sensual moment, Jenna stopped her mentalquestioning. She stopped wondering ‘why’ this was happening, and ‘who’ wasinvolved. It didn’t seem to matter who knew what and why. All Jenna knewwas what was right in front of her, the wonderfully, tasty pussy of anolder woman servant.Without being told and running on instinct, Jenna reached up and took holdof the woman’s hips and firmly held her still as she licked and sucked onher drippy pussy. Jenna proceeded to make love to the succulent vagina, sogenerously offered to her for dinner. She hadn’t tasted another woman thattasted so good before. She loved the way this woman tasted, so sweet, sotangy, so silky.Jenna knew she was doing well, by the way the servants hips pulsed androcked. Her oral overture was pleasing the servant and Jenna knew it. Shecontinued her oral assault and thrust her tongue deeply and shook her headside-to-side, attacking the servants’ clitoris.Minutes passed and the room heated up. Jenna sensed everyone watching herlewd display was getting turned on. Hands disappeared between legs andpanting could be heard as she squeezed tighter in the servants bare hips.”Mmmmmhhhhh!” the servant moaned in a muffled tone, “mmmmmhhhhh”Jenna was so enthralled with staying up with the servants thrusting, thatshe didn’t register a familiar tone. Instead, she drove her tongue indeeper and licked, sucked and nibbled on the woman’s gooey goodness.”Mmmmhhhhh!” the servant moaned again.Jenna knew she was close and so did everyone else. She wrapp ed her handsaround to the servant’s sweaty buttocks and squeezed them. She pulled theolder woman’s hips closer and jammed her face into the woman’s pussy,grinding, and rubbing her nose ring, teeth and lips on the servants’swollen bud.”MMMMMHHHH!” the servant moaned loudly, her legs tensing with orgasm.Jenna felt the servant tighten, her ass muscles tensed and her legs locked.”MMMMMMMHHHHHHHH!!!” groaned the woman as her hips reflexively juttedforward in response to her hard orgasm.Jenna slurped at the woman’s orgasmic juices as they flooded her alreadysoaking cavity. The woman’s snorts of air, forced through her nose excitedJenna. She’d never heard such a strange sounding orgasm.As the servants’ orgasm slowly subsided and she began to relax, Jennalicked the woman’s inner thighs seeking any remaining residual cum.The servant, spent and wasted, was dismissed by the judge. “Go prepare theproduction room for our guest. We’ll be down in a minute to observe it inoperation,” the judge instructed the servant.Jenna licked her lips and wiped her face as the servant staggered back intothe kitchen, never having spoken a word.”Did you enjoy dinner Ms. Tarp?” asked the judge as she stroked Jenna’sbald head.Almost ashamed to admit it, Jenna sheepishly looked down and shyly said,”Yes, Ms. Landers, very much. Thank you.””Good. I’m glad,” replied the judge with a knowing, almost evil lookingsmirk as she mentally recalled her own statement, (“Did Barb tell you thatthe manufacturer of that product will be here for dinner?”)Jenna, Judge Landers, Trisha and Barb sat around the dinner table andrelaxed. Jenna truly felt like ‘one of the girls’ as they sat around andchit chatted after dinner. The more the girls laughed and giggled, the morerelaxed Jenna became. She sighed to herself, “I haven’t felt this good in along, long time.”Jenna wondered if Trisha had forgotten she was even there. I mean, she wasallowing Jenna to sit at the table and actually partake in trivialconversation and everything. Jenna smirked and giggled at Barb’s sillinessand gently winked and wrinkled her nose at Trisha when their eyes metmomentarily.Trisha’s expression changed instantly. Jenna knew she had just destroyedthe moment and her heart sank.”Excuse me!” chirped Trisha as she glared at Jenna with a look that couldkill. “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 indisbelief at how quickly things had changed. Just seconds ago Jenna wasengaging in ‘normal’ conversation with a mother and her teenage daughterand her friend and just like that, it all changed.Here she was, a 24 year old teacher who technically was in charge of thetwo teenage girls because she was THEIR teacher, yet here she was sittingat the dinner table of one of the girls mother and taking orders likea…like a slave. Jenna looked down at her lap and played with the pleatson her green and blue plaid schoolgirl skirt that Trisha had made herwear. She reached up to run her fingers through her golden locks until sheremembered that she was bald. Jenna choked back a tear at the suddenremembrance.Quick flashes of distinct images raced through Jenna’s mind as her ownpersonal reality came back to her. The tattoo’s, the shavings, the hairremoval, the piercing’s all flickered around her distraught mind likeflashes from a disco ball. Jenna was whisked back to her own personal Hellin 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 youthought you were!”Jenna struggled to find the right words, “I, uh, I don’t know what, uh, Iwas 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 careof 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 thejudge.Jenna once again was tossed into that strange surreal place that she hadreluctantly gotten used to. On one hand it felt simply awful to bediscussed and talked about like she wasn’t even there, but on the other, itgave her the strangest sensations deep inside. The weird internal conflictwas both humiliating and exciting at the same time. Jenna was becoming anexpert at recognizing her newfound condition by the way her bodyreacted. She could feel her skin flush with embarrassment and get warm,while it also rippled with goose bumps, which caused her nipples to tightenand bristle. Jenna sighed and hoped none of them could she her hardenednipples through her blouse and bra. She knew it would send the totallywrong 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 herthick metal rings firmly against the inside of her thin bra. The pure sizeof Jenna’s breasts left little to the imagination. Even when completelycovered in soft satiny material, it was blatantly obvious to everyonearound when she became aroused.Trisha turned to Judge Landers and politely thanked her for the meal andthe company, “Thank you Ms. Landers, we had a wonderful time and dinner wasexcellent.” She faced Jenna and her eyes dropped to Jenna’s breasts. “Ithink 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 intoher again. It was humiliating, yet she found it completely exhilarating tobe verbally abused by her young student like that. Jenna blinked herdisbelief at her sudden admission and stammered, “T-thank you for dinnerJudge.”The two of them excused themselves from the table and walked out the frontdoor. As soon as the door closed behind them, Trisha grabbed the back ofJenna’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 gotin. As she sat behind the wheel and awaited instructions from her teenagementor, 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 tohumiliate her older teacher once again. She thought to herself, “Just whoin the Hell does she think she is? Sitting in there at dinner like she wasa peer or something. I’ll teach this bitch to remember who she belongsto. I’ll humiliate her in ways she’ll have nightmares about.” Trishagrinned to herself at her deviousness.The sun was setting in the early summer sky and the warm daytime air wasbeginning to cool as the car glided down a long rural road towardtown. Trees pulsed past like a picket fence as dirt and dust rose in ahorizontal 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. Thetowns’ bad area ironically bordered the lakefront. Its parks and communityareas were more dangerous than fun, especially at night. Gangs were knownto control many parts of the downtown area and it was generally known thatthe parks were ‘hangouts’ for them. Trisha was plotting to use that dangeras a tool to manipulate her naïve teacher.Without saying a word, Trisha directed Jenna to drive to the seedy part oftown and park her car. This particular section of town was the oldest andmost run down. Its brown, dirty multi-storied buildings had been built nearthe turn of the century and had run their course of usefulness. Nowadays,mostly vagrants and bums used them as temporary shelters. Even the towncops rarely frequented this area, just because the people down here were’throwaways’ and not worth their time. Only a few businesses actuallyoperated there and they were long since closed for the weekend.Jenna wanted to remind Trisha of the danger in this area, but she knew shewas already in trouble and could tell Trisha was particularly upset withher by her silence.The street along this warehouse district ended two blocks away at alakefront park, which was supposed to close at dusk. Trisha mused toherself, “This is perfect.” She opened her door and got out. When Jennawasn’t moving Trisha leaned in and said, “Get out whore, NOW!”The sun was quickly disappearing behind the trees on the other side of thelake and Trisha knew that a whole other part of life would soon rise fromthe shadows. She had to finalize her preparations quickly or risk ruiningan otherwise perfect opportunity to humiliate her older teacher. Slyly shelooked at her nervous teacher, standing on the littered sidewalk anddressed in her best ‘schoolgirl’ outfit with her plaid skirt and whitecotton blouse and matching knee high socks and Trisha couldn’t help butsmile to herself.Trisha had decided that she would make Jenna strip in public. She wantedher 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 werea nuisance and she hated them. She reached inside her bra and disconnectedthe first one and spun it free. She quickly did the same to the secondone. Her sense of ‘freedom’ was wonderful, but she still wondered whatTrisha 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 andslid 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 isshe?” Jenna panicked in her mind. She felt her heart begin to beat a littleharder as she placed her keys in the teenager’s hand.”Put this on,” Trisha ordered as she handed Jenna a plastic shopping bagshe pulled from the back seat.Jenna opened the bag and removed a blonde wig. Her eyes filled with tearsof joy and she glanced up at Trisha who was smiling. Jenna straightened thewig on her head and slowly stood erect with a newfound pride. She reasonedthat Trisha was letting her go. Like a new baby bird on its first flightfrom the nest, Jenna was filled with excitement and anticipation. If Trishawas letting her free, giving up her car was well worth it.Jenna glanced over her shoulder and stole a quick glimpse of herself in adust-covered window. “I look positively wonderful,” she told herself.Trisha crawled into the drivers seat and started Jenna’s car. “I’m going todrive to the end of the street and park just outside Banyon Park,” she toldJenna. “You are to walk down this street to the park, understand?”

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