Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 08:51:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 24 {Jenna}(F/f reluc)[24!_]

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

This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor
females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The religious
backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions,
scenes, characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely
for the entertainment of its readers.

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Chapter Twenty-Four:

Jenna's mind was awash with questions as she paid for her new leash and
collar. She didn't understand what had just happened to her in the pet
store. Heck, she didn't know what had happened to her for the past
year. What was happening here anyway?

Jenna pondered her predicament as she was led from the store by a leash
attached to her collar. Trisha walked smartly through the front door waving
'goodbye' to her...friends? Jenna was confused. Did Trisha know those two
rapists in there? The one did call her by name hadn't she? Jenna wasn't
sure, but all she knew for sure was that two sales people in the pet store
had just forced her to fuck them with her face.

Her heart fluttered with her recollection of the latest events. Jenna felt
cold and empty inside as she drove to the local 'downtown' area. When she
parked and the two of them got out, the sun felt warm and cozy as it baked
them. The rural tree-lined street of small shops and local businesses was
not uncommon to Jenna, even though she hadn't spent much time there in the
past.

Today was completely different though. Jenna didn't want to go there,
especially under the physical control of Trisha and her leash. Wearing the
collar wasn't so bad, but having it attached to the leash that Trisha
carried was humiliating. Jenna walked a few steps behind her teenage
tormentor and couldn't bear to lift her head to see people's reaction as
they passed them on the sidewalk. Jenna felt like crying as she'd listen to
people's snorts of disgust and comments about her sickness. They passed
several old women who spoke loud enough so they could hear each other not
realizing that everyone around them could hear them also. They mocked and
chastised Jenna for being so old and letting such a pretty young girl walk
her like a dog. They criticized her for not putting the young girl in her
place and that Jenna should be "ashamed of herself".

Whenever Jenna slowed, Trisha would give a quick jerk on the leash to make
her speed up. The pair walked several blocks to a hair salon. The large
picture window that adorned the storefront was one of many along the rural
downtown street. Jenna was glad to get off the street and out of the public
eye for a while.

The thirty something year-old woman at the front desk looked to Jenna first
because she was older. But when she saw the leash and collar she abruptly
looked down her nose at the tiny pitiful Jenna and turned her attention to
Trisha. "May I help you?" she asked.

Trisha had the leash draped over her right shoulder. She turned toward
Jenna 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'll
be right with you."

Trisha watched the woman go to the back of the shop past several salon
chairs facing large mirrors mounted over countertops cluttered with hair
products and styling tools. She talked to two women about her same age that
both wore beautician's jackets. The three of them exchanged looks up front
until the receptionist motioned for the pair to come to the back. Trisha
gave 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 room
with a linen covered bed and a curtain door.

As the two women stood by and greeted Trisha and Jenna, they asked Jenna to
remove her clothes and put on a gown.

Trisha piped up immediately and offered, "Oh, she doesn't need a
gown. 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 her
little slut so she said, "Yeah, I want her to FEEL comfortable too."

Reluctantly, Jenna stripped off her blouse and bra. Her nipples were like
rocks as the cool air-conditioned room gave her goose bumps. Everyone in
the room noticed her erect nipples and while Trisha openly stared at them,
the two tech's merely glanced at them repeatedly. Jenna's stomach tightened
as she caught the women looking at her breasts and she immediately felt
uncomfortable. As she unzipped her skirt, she held her breath and paused
momentarily as a deafening quiet enveloped the room. Jenna could tell the
room 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 one
of them broke the ice and patted the bed for her to lie down. The two
worked like an experienced pit crew as they spread wax on Jenna's legs and
arms before applying the paper strips and ripping off the hair in neat
lines. Before long, they had finished her topside and Jenna was instructed
to roll onto her stomach to do the backside.

Trisha insisted that she wanted "every inch" of her body waxed and that
they 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 neck
including her underarms, when they finally stopped and looked at
Trisha. "What did you want to do here?" asked one as she pointed to Jenna's
already bald pussy.

"I want electrolysis done there," Trisha stated flatly. "I want her face
done as well."

Jenna felt her stomach tighten. What had she gotten herself into? She
wanted to cry out in protest but she just couldn't. These three were
talking about her like she was an object and wasn't even in the room. She
wanted to cry but all she did was just lie there and let these two remove
all the hair from her body.

One technician pulled over a machine with a needle-like device connected to
a power cord that she quickly turned on and started to go to work on
Jenna's pubic area. The tiny pinprick feeling was uncomfortable but Jenna
just 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 as
gave Trisha an approving look.

Jenna watched in horror as Trisha's face turned to a scowl and she motioned
the "eyebrows, too" with her finger. Jenna's expression pleaded with Trisha
but Jenna didn't utter a word in protest. Her cool skin, now nearly
completely void of hair felt almost numb. Jenna closed her eyes and
squeezed back tears as the technician applied wax to her eyebrows. With two
quick jerks, they were gone.

The technician's turned Jenna like she was on a roasting spit and waxed her
backside completely. They flipped her back over and presented her for
Trisha's inspection. Each tech slid their stools to the top of the bed by
Jenna's shoulders and looked at Trisha as if to say, "here she is. She's
finished."

Trisha admired the handiwork and ran her hands over the hairless body
before her. Jenna's skin rippled with goose bumps as Trisha's tender touch
excited the naked teacher. Trisha paused and looked at the hairless pussy
before gently touching it. She watched Jenna tighten as her fingertips
massaged the swollen labia and tenderly part each labium.

"Mmmmmm, this feels nice," Trisha purred as she felt the hairless pussy
moisten at her touch. She stroked every inch of the swollen mound seeking
any missed hair. "Well, we're almost finished," she said as she seemed
satisfied that Jenna's pussy was completely hair-free.

The two tech's exchanged confused glances as they wondered what Trisha
meant by her statement.

The confusing statement interrupted Jenna's arousal as well.

"You can finish anytime you want," Trisha said as she gestured toward
Jenna's hair, "take it down."

The two techs, shocked, looked at each other and shrugged. They scooted
their stools in and began to run their fingers through Jenna's long silky
smooth blonde hair.

Jenna, horrified and speechless, started to cry. Her taut stomach heaved
uncontrollably as the tech's stroked her hair. She couldn't believe that
Trisha was so mean that she would make them cut off her beautiful
hair. Jenna had always taken great pride in her long flowing blonde locks
and 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 with
Trisha and she wanted to cry out. Desperation made Jenna want to leap from
the table, but her fear kept her glued in place. Tears flowed freely from
her deep blue eyes and she found it hard to see. Trisha's shadowy figure
loomed by her side as Jenna tried to formulate the words to protest the
impending defilement.

Her voice shaking and her lips trembling, Jenna blubbered, "Please
Ms. Trisha, please don't let them do this. Please! I'm begging you
Ms. Trisha! I'll do anything you want, just please don't let them cut my
hair!"

"Stop your whining, slut," Trisha stated uncaringly, "just lie there and
shut up."

Jenna was devastated at Trisha's uncaring attitude. "Please Ms. Trisha,"
Jenna pleaded as her stomach heaved. Jenna's crying was becoming
uncontrollable. 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 and
be quiet!" she insisted in a firm sounding voice, "stop it now or I'll have
them cut it ALL off!"

Jenna kept blubbering and crying. She couldn't stop. The thought of these
two techs cutting her hair was unbearable. Her skin crawled with fright and
she wanted to run. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she sat up when she
heard 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 they
weren't prepared to fight with anyone.

SCHLAP!! Came the sound of Trisha slapping the distraught Jenna across the
face.

Jenna's blubbering stopped for a short second as the pain of the sharp slap
got her attention.

Trisha seized the moment and quickly attached the collar to Jenna's
throat. "Now, when I say you'll do something, you'll do it! Understand
SLUT!" she shouted in Jenna's face.

Jenna knew she had crossed some imaginary boundary and was in trouble with
Trisha. She blinked her eyes to clear the tears and her mind as she tried
to regain her composure.

Trisha recognized that Jenna was trying to calm herself so she wanted to do
her part to reassure her that things were okay, "It's only hair, slut," she
reminded her as she grabbed her elbow and jerked on her leash.

Jenna, blinded by the horrible events and terrified of the future, slid her
legs off the table, stood and followed Trisha as she led her back to the
parlor.

Trisha had had enough of Jenna's insolence and made up her mind that she
would show Jenna just who was in charge. She led the naked teacher to the
parlor where two customers sitting under hair dryers stared at Jenna in
disbelief as the young teen led the older looking nude buxom blonde to a
spot in the middle of the store facing a mirror.

Jenna trembled and tried to cover herself from the prying eyes of the
customers inside and the strolling pedestrians outside. Her bare, hairless
skin bristled with goose bumps as she fought back tears.

Trisha grabbed a handful of Jenna's hair and held it so that Jenna could
see 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 of
scissors she cut a huge chunk right out of the middle.

Jenna gasp, "Oh my gawd!" as the clump wafted lightly to the floor. Jenna
just stood there, clutching at her breasts hoping what she was witnessing
was just some bad dream.

Trisha cut several more huge chunks of hair from Jenna's head before giving
the scissors to one of the techs.

The tech trimmed Jenna's hair to a very short bob length. Trisha motioned
to the other tech with her fingers, to "get the clippers".

The buzz of clippers sent shivers up Jenna's spine as she watched in horror
as her head was sheared like a sheep. Large clumps of hair fell all around
her and some even stuck to her tear dampened cheeks. Within seconds, her
beautiful blonde hair was gone.

Jenna stood lifeless and in disbelief. Her naturally pale skin was now void
of all pinkness and was white as a sheet. Jenna, shocked, stared at herself
in the large mirror.

Her head was bald, she had no eyebrows or hair whatsoever, anywhere. Only
her eyelashes were left, that was it. Jenna blinked back tears as she
stared at herself in disbelief. It felt like her world had just come to an
end. She'd even stopped breathing for a minute or so, as she tried to
gather it all in.

Gradually, her narrow focus began to widen as blood eventually worked its
way back to her face. In the reflection of the mirror Jenna saw Trisha
standing behind her with a smirk on her face and the two techs admiring
their work.

Jenna didn't know what to say or do. She felt so disgusting, so naked, so
exposed. What would her students think? What about their parents, the
school staff, people in general? Would she ever be able to show herself in
public 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 the
beauticians wrapped a heated damp towel around her head. Jenna quickly
found Trisha in the mirrors reflection and pleaded to her with her
eyes. Jenna felt a tremendous emptiness inside as her horrible predicament
became clearer. She was standing naked in the middle of a beauty shop with
a large picture window facing the street. Two patrons sitting under hair
dryers were staring at her nakedness and her degradation. Two technicians
were preparing to shave her head clean and there was NOTHING she could do
about it.

Jenna's heart pounded wildly in her chest as the technicians busily went
about their business. The towel was removed and shaving cream spread over
her head. A razor dragged its way across her scalp, removing what tiny
bristles were left behind. In seconds, Jenna was completely BALD.

There she stood, naked, bald and hairless in front of beauty shop patrons
and the world. Jenna was mortified. She stood statue-like, frozen and
unable to move or speak. Her skin tingled with wild sensations from
delicate air movements that gently rolled across her hairless body. She was
lost in her own world. Her mind clouded with uncertainty, fear, humiliation
and anxiety. Jenna was a mental mess and it was amazing that she could
still stand.

Trisha, on the other hand, was reveling in her accomplishment. Wetness
seeped from her pussy as she stared in delirious disbelief at her teacher
who was standing in the middle of a beauty shop, naked, bald, hairless and
humiliated. The only thing that disrupted her total nakedness was the
collar around her neck that supported the leash that dipped off Jenna's
back and ended in Trisha's hand. Trisha could hardly breathe as she stared
at the young petite Ms. Tarp. Just how much control did she really have
over this tiny teacher anyway? Her mind tossed wild thoughts around like
popcorn and her heart raced excitedly at the possibilities.

Her work here in the beauty shop was almost done. It was time for Trisha to
force her young submissive to perform one final degrading task before they
left. Trisha straightened her back and took a step back. She stood in the
middle of the shop with the large picture window to her right so that
passersby could see her profile. With the patrons and technicians watching
her every move, Trisha jerked gently on the leash to get Jenna's
attention. As the dazed and zombie-like teacher slowly turned to face her
young tormentor, Trisha pointed to the floor.

Instinctively, Jenna knew what this meant and slowly dropped to her
knees. She stared into Trisha's eyes, as she knew what to expect. Jenna was
in a mental place all by herself. She was on autopilot and nothing seemed
real around her.

The cool tile floor did little to raise her awareness to her very public
surroundings and Jenna simply tilted her head back and opened her
mouth. Her eyes were glazed over as she watched Trisha lift her skirt and
pull down her panties. With Jenna's own hands, she gently took Trisha by
her knees and helped guide her pussy onto her open mouth.

Jenna closed her eyes as the teenagers warm urine shot down her throat and
filled her willing cavity. Jenna could hear Trisha moan with relief as she
emptied the contents of her bladder into her mouth while everyone watched
in disgust.

Jenna's heart sank as she choked down the raunchy smelly liquid as everyone
groaned and turned away. She wondered how things had ever progressed this
far and where things were headed from here. Here she was, in a public
place, naked, bald, hairless, letting a young teenage girl piss down her
throat like she was a human toilet. As she lapped at the few remaining
drops 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 now
everyone would know about her perverse needs.

"They were needs, too, weren't they?" she questioned to herself as she
swiped her tongue into Trisha's pussy to thoroughly clean her as best she
could. Jenna listened and began to feel a little better as Trisha spoke to
her.

"You did well my little slut. You're learning your place in life and how to
service my needs. You've successfully passed your training session here and
you should be proud of yourself," Trisha boldly stated before concluding,
"And now, my young slut, we will leave this place and finish our shopping
for the day with one last stop. There, you will permanently show your
service to me: Ms. Trisha, your new MISTRESS."

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