Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 09:51:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 25 {Jenna}(F/f reluc)[25!_]

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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
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Chapter Twenty-Five:

Wearing only her skirt and blouse, Jenna was led from the beauty parlor and
back onto the street. The small group of passersby that had witnessed
Jenna's public degradation in the parlor, slowly parted as the young
Ms. Trisha proudly passed between them. Only murmurs were audible as words
emanated 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. Her
large breasts swung easily in her blouse now that she wasn't wearing a bra
anymore. Her nipples scraped at the soft material and sprang to
erectness. 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 jerk
on her leash almost caused her to stumble. As quickly as she could she
shuffled between the disgusted group and briskly walked behind Trisha. As
strange as it seemed, Trisha was Jenna's only source of comfort right then.

Jenna's shiny baldhead reflected light off her bright white scalp and
caught the attention of nearly everyone on both sides of the street as they
walked uphill. Jenna kept trying to cover herself, but it was useless. Her
breasts bounced uncontrollably and her scalp tingled with newness. Jenna
sniffled when she'd catch a glimpse or two of herself in the shop windows
they'd pass. She looked atrocious and she hated her appearance.

Being dragged behind the long striding Trisha was humiliating. Jenna was
leashed like a dog and was being displayed like some disgusting
animal. Jenna wondered how many people would recognize her as the 'new
teacher from St. Monica's'? She worried that she'd end up in some prison
cell somewhere. She knew her behavior wasn't condoned anywhere and she
figured it was just a matter of time before it came back to haunt
her. Every time she submitted to Trisha's will, Jenna knew she was only
sinking deeper into a deviant abyss that was getting harder and harder to
get out of.

She even questioned her sanity. Jenna wondered if she were truly crazy. How
could she have done such awful things with such a young girl? How did she
ever let things get this far? When would it all end? Did she want it to
end?

Jenna gasped when she heard her own mind ask that question. Her heart
fluttered as things began to cycle through her distraught mind.

"Here she is," Jenna heard Trisha say, not even realizing that they had
entered a dark shop with cartoons and hand drawn pictures pinned to the
black painted walls. Jenna looked around the dismal dirty shop and spied a
shadowy figure emerge from a dark back room door.

"Hmmmm, nice," came the deep voice of the large black woman that slowly
stepped into the dim light that cascaded in through the large painted
storefront 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 SHE
was her teacher at SCHOOL! "Oh my gawd," she sighed as she bit her lower
lip and choked back tears. Her life WAS over! Revealing that information
made her WORSE than Mary Kay. "At least Mary Kay had sex with a male
student", she justified to herself.

"So what'd you have in mind for the pretty white princess?" asked the tall
muscular black woman in a deep demeaning tone.

Jenna winced at the pure size of the woman. She must have been six foot
tall at least. She was VERY muscular. Jenna guessed that she'd played
sports her whole life. She was pretty enough, but so big and daunting that
she scared the tiny petite Jenna.

Trisha leaned against the counter and swung the leash in a circle as if
playing jump rope and said, "I need a few tattoo's and a couple
piercing's."

Jenna's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Things had just gone too
far. There was NO WAY she was going to allow Trisha to have her pierced and
tattooed. NO WAY!

Before Jenna could react, the black woman said, "Well, let's see what we
have to work with," and she ripped open Jenna's blouse exposing her large
heaving breasts. As buttons flew, Jenna tried to step back, but in one
single swift move her blouse was opened and pushed back over her shoulders
down to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms behind her.

As the black woman gripped her blouse firmly with one hand in the small of
Jenna's back, she used her other hand to slowly trace a line down Jenna's
face and onto her neck. Jenna gasped as the gentle touch sent goose bumps
rippling across her skin. She held her breath when she felt her nipples
harden in response to the seductive touch. Jenna wanted to scream, but
somehow couldn't summon the energy. Her taut stomach heaved as the woman's
fingers slid down her breastbone then slowly cupped her breast. Jenna
squinted when her breast was hefted as if to test its weight. The large
hand then flattened out on her stomach and pushed its way lower.

Jenna stopped trying to free herself and stood submissively as the long
fingers of the black woman's hand slid inside her waistband and slowly
circled her waist. She sensed the woman's grinning smirk when her fingers
came to rest near the zipper. Jenna felt them fumble momentarily before she
gasp, "Oh" when her skirt dropped to her ankles.

Still tightly clutching Jenna's blouse to the small of her back, the black
tattoo artist slowly ran her large hand from hipbone to hipbone letting her
fingertips brush lightly across Jenna's smooth pubic mound. "Mmmmm, nice,"
she cooed as she felt its smoothness.

Jenna was so small by comparison to this huge muscular woman. Jenna was
almost child-like as she stood next to her. Her tiny naked, hairless frame
shivered as a long thick finger ran up the crease of her moistening
vagina. Jenna couldn't understand where her excitement was coming from. She
was truly afraid and worried about what was to come. Yet, despite her
fears, she still found herself aroused by the sultry touch of this
Amazonian woman. "Please stop," Jenna whispered, more out of fear of her
own 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 and
raised her up like she was on a meat hook.

Jenna winced and gasped, "OH!" at the sudden sharp pain as she was nearly
lifted 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 and
lowered Jenna to her feet. "She'll do fine," she said to Trisha, who was
grinning from ear-to-ear. "Put her on the chair," and she motioned to the
large obstetrician-like chair, complete with stirrups.

Trisha guided Jenna onto the chair and grinned as she looked at the
helpless teacher's pleading eyes. "Now, my little slut, you will
permanently become mine - FOREVER!" Trisha giggled an almost evil sounding
laugh as she stepped back and watched the large black tattoo artist begin
to strap Jenna into the chair.

A large thick strap went across her forehead, two more on each arm, one
each across her chest and hips and finally one on each knee and ankle that
spread her legs wide in a knee up position. Jenna was completely immobile
and looked like she was ready for the worst pelvic exam of her life. Trisha
tried to tickle Jenna to see how much she could move and when she barely
wiggled, 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 pubic
area, "and I want a 'BULLSEYE' here," and she pushed a finger into Jenna's
tiny anus causing her to clench her butt together and squeal.

Jenna was more nervous than ever. She was having wild thoughts bounce
around her mind. She wasn't so much scared as she was...as she
was...excited? Was it true? Was she actually becoming excited and aroused
at the prospect of becoming tattooed? This couldn't be happening, she must
be wrong. This whole scene was wrong, her whole life was wrong, what was
happening to her? Could the idea of being permanently tattooed, to be
permanently marked as Trisha's property, actually appeal to her? How could
that be? Jenna's mind spun out of control and she could barely comprehend
the growing list of disfigurements Trisha was listing.

"And I want both nipples pierced with BIG rings, and I want a clit ring
right here," as she rubbed the glistening slit. "What do you think about a
nose ring, should I get one of those, too?"

"Definitely. You can attach your leash there when she showers," stated the
black woman with the sound of authority. "What about these?" the artist
asked 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, "Oh
yes, oh yes and I want eyebrows TOO!"

Jenna shuddered as her pussy tightened and inexplicably filled with
moisture. Her flat stomach tensed as her distraught, confused mind swelled
with uncertainty. What was happening to her? The thought of her voluptuous
full breasts being permanently marked was both horrifying AND exhilarating
at the same time. Jenna didn't know what to make of the conflicting
feelings that swirled through her very being. She did her best to look
down, despite her bound condition, and she could see her nipples were like
pencil erasers, hard and firm. She could feel her pussy swelling with
excitement and starting to ooze.

Yet, despite her obvious arousal, Jenna feared the disfigurement. She knew
this was a permanent process and the idea of forever being 'owned' by
Trisha, both scared her and aroused her.

How could things have progressed this far anyway? Jenna flashed back to the
first day she'd seen Trisha in her class. The cherub little face on this
teenager soon became a thing to be feared and she dreaded seeing her in the
halls. Trisha had terrified her from day one and yet, now, Jenna felt
something very strange in her innermost soul. I mean, here she was, a 22
year-old WOMAN allowing herself to be controlled AND used by a 14 year old
teenage GIRL of all things.

Jenna worried that people would think she was a lesbian or something if she
allowed this stuff to happen to her. Realistically, Jenna knew in her heart
she wasn't gay, she was just an unfortunate victim of a sadistic teenage
girl who loved to hold and exploit her power.

On one hand Jenna wanted to run away, even though she knew it was
physically impossible given her current circumstances, but on the other
hand Jenna almost craved whatever Trisha dished out.

A tear ran down the side of Jenna's face as her personal disgust for
herself was taking over. She chastised herself for letting things get out
of hand and she started to blubber, "Please, Ms. Trisha, please don't do
this, PLEASE!"

Trisha raised her hand to slap the bound and blubbering teacher when her
arm was stopped in midair.

"I'll take care of her whining," said the black tattoo artist. She reached
under her chair, opened a drawer and pulled out a ball gag. "I get a few
cry babies in here once in a while," she said as she loosened the head
strap on Jenna.

Jenna's eyes welled up with tears and she whimpered and pleaded with them
not to put the ball gag on her, "Please! I'll stop, I promise, I won't say
anymore. Please don't put that on me, PLEASE!" As the black woman placed
the leather straps over Jenna's face, she struggled a bit and pleaded some
more, "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 positioned
herself between Jenna's legs. She took her tattoo needle device and began
to print "Trisha's Slut" on Jenna's pubic mound. Jenna wanted to squeal as
the painful process began. She sucked her stomach in as far as it would go
to try and escape the inevitable but her binds and gag prevented her from
resisting to any significant manner.

The tattoo artist printed each letter and blotted up blood with devilish
pleasure. She loved tattooing white bitches like this one. It made her wet
and horny to have such power. It was like payback for all the suppression
her race had suffered over the centuries. To tattoo and pierce white sluts
like this one was a very special treat indeed. She grinned to herself as
she 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 as
she braced her hand to blot and wipe the blood. She loved making little
white whores like this one wiggle and squeal as she tormented their body
parts.

In a few minutes the process was complete. Jenna sighed that the pain was
over, 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 what
was happening was beginning to settle in. No longer was she just a young
innocent teacher at an all girl's school. No longer was she living the
dream she had set for herself. No longer was she doing the things she'd
always dreamed she would. From this day forward her life would be
dramatically different than ANYTHING she could have EVER imagined.

How could she EVER explain away what was happening to her now? Surely
someone someday would see that tattoo. Jenna squeezed her eyes together and
prayed that her pubic hair would cover the disgusting tattoo. She cried
quietly as the strong black woman slid her stool alongside her. Jenna
peeked out tiny tear-filled slits as she reached up toward her face and
began to make a thin line on her eyebrow. Jenna sniffed and winced as the
needle device repeatedly punctured her freshly plucked skin creating a
tattoo eyebrow.

Jenna blinked several times to clear her vision and force tears down her
cheeks. She could see the black woman's face was focused on her task but
there was also something else she noticed. It may have been her
imagination, but it almost seemed like the big black woman was enjoying her
task. Jenna swore she could see a glimmer in the woman's eye and a grin on
her lips. She wondered how anyone could be so sadistic.

After a few minutes, the tattoo artist sat back and took a deep breath
before 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 woman
told Trisha, "I need to clean this area, okay?"

Trisha nodded her approval and watched as the black woman leaned over
Jenna's breast, extended her long thick, bright pink tongue and licked a
wide streak across her breast. Trisha could see and hear Jenna undulate in
response and she grinned widely.

The black woman began the process of writing "Trisha's" across Jenna's
right breast and before long had completed "Property" on her left breast.

Jenna was in a state of total confusion. She worried what people would
think if they ever saw her tattoos. How would she ever explain them? The
first one's may be covered by hair someday, but not these. But through it
all, Jenna was getting some amazing sensations that caused her to become
aroused. None of it was making any sense and her mind was a flood of mixed
emotions.

"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's
legs. Soon her knees were bent next to her chest, fully exposing her anus
to the artist. Jenna found it hard to breath in this position and felt
totally exposed. She'd been in some unusual positions before but none like
this. 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, but
don't you need to clean her first?" Trisha thought her heart would stop
when 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 the
back of her legs and lean in toward her asshole. Jenna tightened and gasped
into the ball gag when she felt the thick, coarse tongue push down on her
tiny asshole. She hadn't felt anything that large since her night in
prison. Jenna couldn't even move. As much as she wanted to wiggle away from
the intruding dagger, her tightly bound position disabled her from moving
at 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'll
be 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 her
job before, but NEVER quite like this. She followed Trisha to the shop door
and told her, "I'll work on her while you're away. I should be finished
before you return." She locked the shops door after Trisha walked out and
flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed'.

Jenna watched in horror as the tall black woman leaned against the shop
door as if she was catching her breath. She saw the big woman take a couple
deep 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 you
while your little girlfriend is away. I know just what you need."

She went into a side room and came back seconds later carrying a large
black strap-on dildo. Jenna tried to squirm her disapproval as best she
could but it was useless. Her binds were too tight and the ball gag muffled
her. If it weren't for her horrifying experience in prison, Jenna wouldn't
have even known what that thing was. She knew now though and she dreaded
it. With her feet up in stirrups and her knees by her chest, Jenna knew her
anus was the likely target for this sick black woman's lust. Try as she
might, Jenna pinched her anus muscle as tight as she could.

With the strap-on firmly affixed to her waist, Jasmine stood between
Jenna's legs and stared at the young teacher. "You know something whore? I
hate little white bitches like you. You think you're better than me and
that pisses me off. All my life I've been trained to respect the white
woman. So when I get an opportunity to do one of you 'high and mighty's', I
DO 'EM!"

Jenna tried to plead her innocence to the angry black woman, but nothing
came 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 across
Jenna's anus, lubricating her target. With one hand on the back of Jenna's
leg for support, Jasmine used the other to guide the head of the two-inch
thick black rubber phallus against Jenna's tightly crushed asshole.

Jenna tried to prevent the brutal intrusion and small beads of sweat popped
out on her forehead as she strained to keep the massive dildo out. She
screamed into the ball gag as the pressure increased. She could feel the
heavy black woman's weight as she pressed her body behind the latex
pole. Jenna screamed and screamed as the rubber tip began to invade her ass
and slowly spread her sphincter.

Seconds later and despite Jenna's best efforts, the thick dildo thumped
past her muscular ring and the rubber body slid well inside her. As the
thickness and length filled her, Jenna felt defeated, yet almost
relieved. Both women sighed as the dildo finally slid home.

"You like this don't you little whitey?" Jasmine taunted Jenna. "You like
it 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 she
could do was lie there and let this muscular black woman have her way. It
only took a few painful strokes for Jenna to remember her night in
prison. She remembered that the best way to live through this was to
relax. With her ass pointing upward, Jenna inhaled through her nose and
exhaled deeply, relaxing her asshole. She closed her eyes as the pain
disappeared almost immediately.

Jasmine sensed something changed and upped her rhythm. She pushed on the
back of Jenna's knees and humped her ass like an animal. She banged her so
deeply that her hipbones smashed against the tiny teacher's thighs. "You
like 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 the
best of it, right? I mean, the sensation of the thick dick pumping in and
out of her ass was sending wild chills throughout her body. Even though it
felt like it was pressing against her lungs at times, the overriding
feeling was outrageous. Jenna puffed air through her nose with each deep
thrust. Soon she found herself panty in rhythm with Jasmine.

Drops of sweat dripped onto Jenna's stomach from Jasmine's
forehead. Jasmine was working hard and the strain was starting to show on
her face. She grit her teeth and growled more insults to the bound teacher
as she continued to pound her ass, "I hate little white sluts like you. You
deserve this and MORE! I'm gonna fuck you so hard...you won't walk for a
week!"

Jenna heard the insults but they just blended in with the moment. Her
panting 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 her
breasts and filled her anal cavity to its peak. Jenna didn't want to admit
it, but she liked it.

She puffed a few more breaths of air through her nose and listened as
Jasmine's insults became more abusive.

"This one's for my momma," Jasmine said as she thrust her hips against
Jenna, "and this one's for my daddy. I'm fucking you for all my friends and
family 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 orgasm
might send to this angry black woman who was so violently fucking her ass
would be the wrong one. Jenna wondered if would be an insult.

It didn't matter, she had no choice. Jenna was cumming and there was
nothing she could do about it now. With the thick rubber dildo driving deep
into her ass, Jenna groaned deeply into the ball gag as her pussy expelled
girl juice, "mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh"

Jasmine recognized Jenna's orgasm and slowed her thrusting. As the
recovering teacher lay before her, Jasmine kept the dildo pushed all the
way inside her. She pinched Jenna's nipples as the woozy teacher
swooned. With two quick clicks, Jasmine pierced each nipple and inserted
thick rings.

Jasmine kept the dildo in Jenna's ass as she pushed back her labia and
located her swollen, throbbing clit. Using her thick fingers to pinch it,
she pushed back the skin on the hood. Jenna was barely conscious and only
moaned as Jasmine manipulated the sensitive organ. Jasmine took a short
thick needle and tightly pinched the clitoral hood and pressed the needle
through.

Jenna tensed and her eyes popped open and instantly filled with tears. The
pain was excruciating and she started to cry as Jasmine pushed the clit
ring through the fresh hole.

With her nipples and clit still burning, Jenna held her breath and squeezed
back more tears as Jasmine leaned forward and with a gun-like tool punched
a hole through the middle of Jenna's nose. Tears streamed down her cheeks
and she whimpered in pain into the ball gag. Jenna winced and flinched as
Jasmine pushed yet another ring in place.

"There now, all done." Jasmine said as she straightened and slowly
retracted the dildo from Jenna's ass. "Just one more thing to do and you're
all 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 the
pierced and tattooed Jenna.

"Wow! She looks GREAT!" Trisha smiled as she surveyed the black artist's
handiwork. "Guess what slut?" Trisha began as Jasmine un-strapped the tired
young whore. "I bought us a few toys for later AND I got you some business
cards. Wanna see 'em?"

Jenna was tired, sore and in no mood to resist Trisha's question. She could
barely stand, as her ass was doubly sore. Jenna dressed as best she could
and listened as Trisha explained.

"As the final part of your training for the day, slut, we're, or shall I
say 'you're' going to introduce yourself around town today and pass out
your 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 business
card. It read:
	Jenna Tarp
	Lesbian 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.


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