Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2001 07:11:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 9

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2001. This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic
descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females
with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
religious backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be
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Chapter Nine

Sister Ann rolled the sleepy Jenna onto her back, which made Jenna suddenly
feel uncomfortable. Jenna awoke and shook the cobwebs from her mind. She
stood up, stretched and rubbed her ass. Her butt was a little sore and it
all became painfully clear. Sister Ann had spanked her in front of two
girl's mothers! She gasped at the horrible memory.

Jenna focused her eyes and discovered she was still in Sister Ann's office
and Sister Ann was sitting behind her desk. Startled, she quickly tried to
compose herself by straightening her clothes and fixing her hair. Jenna
felt very uncomfortable seeing Sister Ann working on some paperwork
apparently unaware that she was even in the room. Jenna wasn't sure if she
should just leave or if she should excuse herself first. The whole moment
seemed awkward. "Excuse me, Sister Ann, are you through with me?" Jenna
winced at her choice of words, they just didn't feel right.

Without looking up from her paperwork Sister Ann said, "Call Judge Landers
at 555-6540 after school."

Jenna didn't know what to think. Why did she need to call the judge? She
hoped it had nothing to do with what went on at school today. She shivered
at 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 turned
and left the office. She was devastated at what had happened to her in
there and even more devastated at how she reacted. She kept having this
foggy memory of not only being spanked, but also seemingly enjoying it. As
she walked through the vacant hallway, she shook her head and rubbed her
temples. The whole morning was like a big mystery she couldn't solve. She
was having difficulty separating fact from fiction, truth from untruth. She
finally gave up and decided to just forget about it. "It was all just a bad
dream," she told herself.

Jenna immediately felt better. Writing off the whole morning simply made
her feel great. She regained her posture as she entered her empty classroom
to gather her keys and personal belongings and go home. She was looking
forward 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 her
bedroom, stripped down to her panties and crawled in bed. Soon she was fast
asleep.

When Jenna woke up, it was already after 5:00. She sat up like a shot when
she remembered, "Judge Landers!" She scrambled for the phone and then
fumbled through her purse the judges phone number. She quickly dialed the
number and listened for its ring. A bolt of electricity shot up her spine
as wondered what she would say and equally important, she wondered what the
judge 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...from
St. Monica's."

"Oh yes, Ms. Tarp," Judge Landers began somberly, "I'll get right to the
point. I want you to meet me tonight. After today's discussion at the
school, I want to discuss how you think we should proceed."

Jenna almost peed herself. She felt faint and couldn't breathe. She thought
her heart stopped. What did all that mean? Was she going to jail? She
gasped deeply and closed her eyes and she tried to compose herself. Barely
able to hold the phone to her ear, she answered, "Uh, o-okay, where would
you like to meet?"

Jenna shakily wrote down the address of a local pub the judge
recommended. She hung up the phone and grabbed her chest. What did the
judge mean when she said, 'and dress like you would for school, except
nicer?' Jenna asked herself as she jumped in the shower.

Jenna was very nervous as she rummaged through her closet looking for
something to wear. Her mind was filled with questions causing her tons of
anxiety. She wasn't thinking clearly as she dressed. She picked out a blue
sleeveless mini-dress that had a deep cut in the back and clung to her like
a glove. The judge had said to dress 'nice' so the place she was going to
was undoubtedly upscale. She slipped on a pair of her favorite thong style
undies before pulling on the dress.

Jenna checked her appearance in the mirror before slipping on her matching
pumps. Even she was impressed at how she looked. The blue stretchy dress
followed every glorious curve and showed off her exquisite physique in a
very sexy way. "H-m-m," Jenna hummed, "Maybe I can hook myself up with a
man tonight," grinning, she said aloud. She tossed her hair, applied some
make-up and her favorite lipstick, grabbed her purse and keys and headed
out.

She told the judge she'd meet her at 7:00 sharp and judging by the part of
town she was going to, she had just enough time. Darkness had already
fallen and a light misty drizzle had begun as she drove.

Arriving in the part of town where the directions led, Jenna peered through
rain soaked windows looking for street names and addresses. The section of
town was pretty run down and Jenna wondered if she'd gotten the address
wrong. The rhythmic sound of the wiper blades as they squished back and
forth was making Jenna nervous. She turned the radio on softly as a
distraction.

As the addresses counted down closer to her destination, the seedier the
area became. Parked cars checkered both sides of the dimly lit
street. One-story businesses with neon signs in the windows lined the left
side of the street and old homes lined the right. Large dark maple trees
grew along the street in front of almost every house. They stretched high
above the street and almost provided a canopy.

The rain stopped as Jenna slowed her car as she approached the address for
the bar. She slowly pulled her car to right when she saw a neon 'Bud' sign
in the window. "Is this the place? My gawd, it's awful," Jenna muttered to
herself. She felt a creepy sense of nervousness as she checked her face in
the rear view mirror. She looked up and down the dark vacant street before
she opened the door. She took a deep breath, pushed it open and dashed
across 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 dark
and trimmed with dark stained wood. The long, stool lined bar sat to the
left and was attended by a rather tall woman with a short buzz cut. Jenna
felt the eyes of the few patrons inside, as the spring door slammed noisily
behind her and startled her. Jenna looked around the bar, which was small
and had only a few candlelit tables to her right, a pool table straight in
the 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 the
soft music from a jukebox playing in the background. Her stomach tightened
and she held her breath when she felt like the bartender was staring at
her. The mirrored wall behind the bartender was decorated with glassware,
liquor bottles, and few neon beer signs. The whole place was dark except
for the small amount of track lighting behind the bar and the light over
the pool table in back.

Jenna jumped and gasped when she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her. She
turned quickly to see the taller Judge Landers.

"We're over here, Ms. Tarp," the judge said matter-of-factly, pulling
Jenna's arm.

The way the judge led her toward the booth with her strong grip, Jenna felt
like a child being taken to her room. The judge was so much taller than she
was, it may have even looked like that, she told herself. Jenna sensed she
would be scolded like a child too. Mentally she prepared herself for the
worse.

As Jenna stumbled along under the physical control of Judge Landers, she
noticed the bar had only a few pairs of women in it and guessed it was
probably some 'Ladies Night' since it was Tuesday. She felt their eyes on
her as the judge led her to their booth. Jenna felt strangely naked like
she was being stripped of her clothes by their eyes. A shiver ran down her
spine and her nipples sprang to erectness. She hated when that
happened. Her nipples seemed to do that at the worst times and always sent
the wrong message.

The judge pushed Jenna into the booth and sat down across from her. "I
called you here to discuss what you did at the school, the ramifications
and a resolution," Judge Landers firmly stated.

Jenna felt her heart skip a beat and her face get flush. She didn't know
what 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 cluttered
with worry and anxiety and she couldn't process cryptic messages. "W-what
do you mean," asked a confused Jenna.

"Did you dress in the SAME manner as you do for school? Let me cut right to
the chase, Ms. Tarp, are you wearing underwear?" the judge inquired.

Jenna was shocked. She didn't know what to say. Why would she ask about
something so private? Certainly the judge expected her to WEAR
underwear. Any respectable woman would do that and she was certainly
respectable. Confidently she answered, "Yes."

Judge Landers expression changed to a scowl, "Get them off, NOW!" she
ordered.

"W-what?" Jenna squeaked.

In a loud voice, easily drawing attention to them in the small confines of
the bar, the judge repeated, "I said, get them off, NOW!"

Jenna winced at the loudness of the statement and looked around to see if
anyone had heard. Much to her embarrassment, everyone was now staring in
her direction. Jenna froze as she felt all eyes in the room bore in on
her. She didn't know what to do. Her humiliation gripped her muscles and
she couldn't move. She couldn't believe the judge was serious. Even though
the judge had a look of anger on her face, Jenna couldn't believe she
really meant 'now'.

She tried to scrunch down in the bench to hide. Why did she have to have
her back in the corner and be facing the whole room? Everyone could see her
clearly. She wished she was sitting where the judge was, so she could be
out of sight from the bar patrons. If the judge WAS serious and she wanted
her to take her panties off right then, everyone would be able to see her
do it.

Jenna poured through her options. Her heart beating faster as her time ran
out. 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 her
arrested. Hell, she might do that anyway, she told herself. Jenna squirmed
in her seat when she thought about being arrested.

When the judge yelled, "NOW!" Jenna leaped into action. Without thinking
she reached up her dress and yanked her panties to her knees and quickly
kicked 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 teacher
immediately. She wanted the young budding lesbian slut to know exactly who
was in charge and why. Sternly she began, "Ms. Tarp, you have committed
many crimes that are punishable by several YEARS in prison. You have taken
indecent liberties with a minor, rape of minor child and indecent exposure
to name a few. These are serious crimes."

Jenna's heart raced with fear. She expected Judge Landers to tell her she
would be arrested, charged and convicted before being tossed in
prison. Jenna's mind fought images of rape by women and prison guards as
she sat there contemplating her future. She tried to listen as the judge
continued.

"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 to
prison. I'll do ANYTHING to stay out of jail," she pleaded, her eyes
filling with tears. Jenna was serious. She did NOT want to go to prison and
she would serve any kind of community service, for however long if she
could just stay out of prison. She knew the judge could probably pull
strings and keep her out, so she would willingly clean her toilets to do
so, she told herself.

"Good. I was hoping you'd feel that way," purred the judge. "I think I need
to put you to a little test, first, to see if you're really serious about
doing ANYTHING to stay out of prison."

Jenna felt a sudden burst of hope. She WAS willing to do whatever the judge
wanted. She'd wait tables, get coffee, clean her house, wash clothes, heck,
she kidded herself, she'd even do windows! For the first time in two days
she felt like she was getting a break and she began to relax. "I'll do
it. Whatever it is, I'll do it," insisted a more confident Jenna.

"Okay then," started the judge, her voice lowering to an almost inaudible
level, "I want you to go into that bathroom," she said thumbing over her
shoulder, "and proposition the first female that comes in there. Tell her
you 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't
concentrate anymore. Did she hear her right? Was she supposed to go into a
public bathroom and proposition some stranger and tell her she wanted to
'eat her out'! My gawd, that was disgusting! Jenna was totally embarrassed
that she had been so naive as to not think about THAT possibility. Why did
she agree to do 'ANYTHING' before she knew what it was? What an idiot she
was!

As she thought about how horrible the request was, she balanced it against
her options: prison. Her heart sank as realized she really DIDN'T have an
option. She slumped in her seat as the realization set in. She began to
feel 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 she
tried to muster up strength. She glanced around the room to see who it
might be. Would it be the bartender? Or how about one of the two
biker-looking chicks drinking beer? Or maybe one of the two
business-looking women sitting together at the table? She shuddered at the
thought of it being ANY of them.

As Jenna convinced herself that doing this disgusting act was better than
prison, she felt a familiar twinge. "What was that?" Jenna questioned
herself, appalled that she would even feel the SLIGHTEST sense of arousal
for being forced to do something so repulsive!

She shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts. She knew she'd have to
do this. As she stared at the judge, who stared back, she felt like a kid
who'd just gotten caught stealing. She knew she was wrong and she'd have to
pay the price. Sheepishly, she looked down and whispered, "Okay, I'll do
it."

Jenna pushed her knees off the side of the bench, stood up, straightened
her dress and headed toward the bathroom. She felt the eyes of the room
follow her every step and she burst out with goose bumps and her nipples
sprang to hardness. Damn, she hated that. "Why did that happen now?" she
scolded herself.

With each step she took, her large breasts bounced up and down causing her
nipples to abrade on the coarse material of her dress. The sensation was
incredible and she wondered why she hadn't worn it more often. "NO!" she
screamed in her mind, "NOW is NOT the time to think like that!" and she
quickly gathered her thoughts again.

She pushed open the door to the bathroom and entered the dimly lit, filthy
room. One dirty sink positioned under a small vanity mirror, was in the
near corner and two door-less stalls were against the opposite wall. The
floor was covered in chipped red paint that led to a dirty drain in middle
of the floor. The wall next to the sink that was opposite the stalls was
scratched and scribbled with nasty graffiti messages. Jenna wanted to vomit
at the smell of the place. Out of curiosity she looked in the stalls at the
dirty, encrusted toilets, filthy with brown rings.

She quickly became very afraid and regretted her decision. She figured that
anyone that would use a bathroom this disgusting was probably diseased
themselves. She envisioned a woman's dirty pussy in her face and she
gagged. Why did she ever agree to do this? What was she thinking? Could
prison be this bad? Maybe she should tell the judge she changed her mind
and she'd rather take her chances in court.

Jenna was startled back into reality when she heard the door fly open and
bang hard against the back wall. She turned around quickly and saw not one
but BOTH biker-chicks walk in.

"What are you looking at, bitch?" said the first to enter, in a gruff manly
sounding voice.

"N-nothing," stammered a frightened Jenna.

"Are calling me NOTHING?" asked the first, larger chick. Speaking to her
shorter, rounder friend the tall biker chick said, "This bitch just called
me NOTHING."

Jenna wanted to bolt for the door but it was being blocked by the shorter
one. She was trembling with fear as the two ambled closer. Jenna's heart
was pounding faster and harder as she backed up. She jumped when her back
contacted the cold cinder block wall opposite the stalls. She tried to
cover herself from the leering eyes of the two mean looking women.

As the two pressed in closer to the trembling young teacher, now huddling
against the wall, the tall one snarled, "Well I think YOU'RE nothing. Let's
see 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 hands
tightly to her chest in a vain attempt to cover her huge breasts and
protect herself.

Jenna felt the two large women lean against her, one of each side. The
smell of stale beer on their breath almost made her puke. She flinched when
she felt a cold hand touch both her thighs on the out side of her legs. She
grimaced as their weight pushed her hard against the wall, pinning her
helplessly.

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 pulled
it over her head and completely off her body. Jenna gasped loudly as the
dress left her body, pulling her arms from protective cover, and was tossed
behind the two. Now she was completely naked in front of these two hulking
women. She tried to cover herself as best she could, but despite her best
efforts her breasts were hanging in full view and her pinched knees did
little to hide her tiny muff.

Jenna huffed with breathless fear as she tried to scrunch down from
view. Jenna wanted to scream, but couldn't.

Each biker took one of Jenna's arms and forced it overhead and pinned it
against the wall. Jenna's breasts were pushed outward since her back had to
arch.

Jenna tried to squirm under the pressure against her arms, but her feet
were almost dangling off the ground.

With their free hands the bikers groped the young teacher's firm
flesh. They massaged her breasts, ran their hands up and down her taught
stomach, brushing lightly over her soft pubic mound and down across her
thighs.

Jenna continued to struggle but something strange began to happen. She felt
her skin become covered in goose bumps as the twos hands wandered. "What
was happening?" she begged herself for an answer. "T-this can't be!" she
screamed in her mind, as she wriggled against the wall. Despite her best
efforts to fight off the unintended arousal, it didn't work. She couldn't
believe it.

She let out a loud gasp when she felt the shorter one's mouth clamp onto
her breast and begin to suckle her nipple. She looked down as the woman
intensified 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 you
bitch?" and she slid her hand over Jenna's soft pubic area and pushed her
middle digit into the soft moist flesh. "Oh yeah, you like it."

Jenna was mortified. How could that be? She continued to wriggle against
the unwanted touches of these two women but somehow she still got wet!
Jenna didn't understand it. Her mind was clouded with questions for which
she didn't have answers. All she knew was that the tall one was right
somehow.

Jenna's confusion continued, as did the digital probe and the animalistic
sucking on her breast. As her struggling turned to writhing, Jenna looked
down and watched the woman suck her breast with reckless abandon. Jenna
felt sweat forming against the once cold cement wall as her breathing
changed to panting.  She didn't understand any of it. Her mind was telling
her one thing but her body was reacting in a completely different manner
and IT was winning! Her head rolled from side-to-side as the intensity of
her arousal built toward orgasm.

The two bikers were relentless. Jenna was reaching the edge and she
wouldn't be able to fight it much more. Being raped by two biker chicks in
a filthy bathroom of a bar wasn't enough to deter the overwhelming
sensations her body was receiving. When she felt the hot breath of the tall
one 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's
hand, "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 pussy
involuntarily pulsated with squirts of love juice as she ground her hips
against the middle finger.

The tall one retracted her slimy finger from the young teacher, sniffed it
and pushed it into Jenna's mouth saying, "Suck it bitch."

Jenna woozy from the intensity of the orgasm willingly sucked on the bikers
finger. She lapped and bathed it with her tongue, "M-m-m-m-m-m," not really
thinking about what she was doing. Jenna had never tasted herself before
and convinced herself that the delectable flavor was just the biker's
finger, not herself.

Jenna wanted to sleep but the two bikers grabbed her arms and held her
between them. As they headed to the exit, the tall one grabbed her dress
off the floor. They pushed open the door and shoved the young teacher back
into 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 from
side-to-side, she tried to cover herself as best she could as she slowly
regained her faculties. Jenna stumbled for the sanctity of the booth and
Judge Landers when she heard the tall biker say,

"She's all yours, your Honor."

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