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Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Jenna cringed once again. She hadn't been slapped around like this in her whole life. She found it difficult to watch the road because of all the tears that puddled in her eyes. As she blindly steered her car down the long narrow country road en-route to Judge Landers house, Trisha kept up her relentless badgering and slaps to the back of Jenna's bald stubbly scalp 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 of Jenna's head, "you tell her you LOVE school, especially since I'M in charge of it. Got it?!"
Jenna nodded her understanding. The continuous flow of nonsensical, impossible-to-answer-correctly questions poured from Trisha's mouth like a lawyer 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 and her head hurt, she didn't think she could take much more. It was bad enough that Trisha and Barb had seen her masturbating, the first time in her life she actually pleasured HER SELF, but now she was on her way to have dinner at the home of one of the most prominent women in the community and she had to have her teenage tormentor along. Jenna wondered if her life could get in any more disarray.
Jenna's mind drifted as Trisha's questioning just turned to yammering and created a pause in the abuse. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. She wondered how things had ever gotten this out of control. Jenna reflected back on her life since coming to St. Monica's and how drastically things had changed. Her stomach turned sour as she caught a glimpse of herself in the rear view mirror and she saw her baldhead, tattooed eyebrows and thick ring in her nose. That reminded her of her other horrible disfigurements like the tattoos across her breasts, the one above her cleanly plucked pubic mound and her still sore anus. As a shiver ran up her spine causing her to wriggle, she wished she had another bottle of Mother Nature's Dairy Delight to sooth her upset stomach.
"Thank goodness I'm going to meet the manufacturer tonight," Jenna thought to herself, "at least now I can get a line on where to buy some more in the future." A sly smile pursed her lips and she almost reveled in the fact that 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 driveway and 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 the question she never heard as she parked the car in one of the many angular parking spots across from the huge two-story mansion.
"Wow, that didn't take long at all," the young teenager said as she realized where they were. "Here, put this on," she said as she handed Jenna the 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 HUGE house on the leash of one of her student's was almost too much to bear. Jenna felt glued to her seat. Fear and humiliation gripped her like an angry fist and she was powerless to move. She just couldn't imagine walking across the driveway, leashed like a dog. What would the judge think? What would she say? Jenna's mind went blank.
"Listen teach," Trisha sneered as she leaned in close to the petrified older woman, "you either put this on right now, or I'll take you out in the driveway and put you on your knees."
Jenna, snapped to total obedience, grabbed the leash and collar and quickly put them on. Her clammy hands fumbled with buckle that she couldn't secure fast enough. Trisha's threat was all she needed to motivate her to total submission. Jenna knew the mean young teenage girl would do it, too and it scared the hell out of her. Jenna hated the fact that the young teenager was so much taller and athletic than she. She knew that even if she wanted to resist physically, she couldn't. Jenna's stomach seemed as hard as a rock. The tension was killing her.
"Okay, let's go," said Trisha as she slid out the passenger side door. "Barbie, will you run in and tell your mom we're here? I want her to meet us at the front door."
"Sure. Be right back," Barb sang as she skipped across the driveway and into the front door.
Jenna straightened her pleated plaid school skirt and tucked in her white cotton blouse. She slowly bent forward and pulled on her matching knee high socks before straightening and handing Trisha the end of her leash. Secretly she thanked the girls for allowing her to at least dress appropriately for dinner, even though they insisted she dress like a Catholic schoolgirl.
Jenna tugged at her bra and tried to straighten it as she waited for Trisha to tell her to go. Jenna hadn't worn a bra for months and it felt weird. In her own mind she again had to thank the girls for insisting she cut the nipple section out, so that her large thick nipple rings could hand freely. She hadn't realized until now, just how good it felt to have the support 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 the stoop. Dressed in an all black shiny latex outfit that consisted of skin-tight pants, a tube top that showed off her firm midriff and was topped by a waist length jacket that she intentionally left open and unbuttoned, Judge Landers sensually placed her hands on her hips and seductively rolled them forward like a beauty queen.
Both Trisha and Jenna stood in awe for a moment and just stared. Neither one of them had expected that. Not until Judge Landers sleek frame slipped off 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 step back as the domineering figure approached. She tried to quickly clear her throat and squeaked out, "Uh, h-hello judge."
"Hello Trisha," Judge Landers began as she stood in front of the much shorter Jenna and looked down at her, "what do we have here?" Judge Landers took her gloved finger and placed it under the nervous school teacher's chin and lifted her face so she could look in her eyes.
Jenna, her hands nervously clasp in front of her, nearly fainted when she looked into those dark domineering eyes of Judge Landers. It felt like the judge was looking straight into her soul and knew everything about her. Inexplicably Jenna's nipples sprang to hardness and a sudden surge of moisture filled her white panty covered pussy. Jenna didn't know what to think. She'd never experienced such an instantaneous rush of obvious arousal 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," purred Judge Landers as her latex gloved fingers glided down Jenna's neck until her hand was clasp around Jenna's throat, "are you trying to illicit some form of arousal in someone tonight?"
Jenna stood motionless as the judges hand slowly and seductively slipped behind her neck and firmly, yet gently pulled her face just an inch or two closer to the judge's large breast, which Jenna could almost swear was intentionally being pushed toward her. Instinctively and without thinking about it, Jenna found herself automatically opening her mouth at the gesture.
"It's time for dinner," cooed the judge as she released her hold on Jenna's neck. "I can see Trisha's efforts have paid off."
Jenna blinked as she closed her mouth and blindly followed the judge, Barb and Trisha inside. She wasn't sure what just happened. It was all very confusing. Did the judge know about Trisha? Jenna's mind was awash with uncertainty.
Inside, the four females sat around a huge dining table in an elaborately decorated dining room with high ceilings. The table was exquisitely set with 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 have forgotten her place." With a firm downward jerk on the leash, Trisha nodded to the floor and scowled.
Jenna felt sick. Her stomach tightened and she felt faint. Surely Trisha couldn't be serious. Surely she didn't want her to kneel at THIS table? It was 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 she couldn't hear.
With cold clammy fingers, Jenna gripped the sides of her chair and scooted back. She knew she had no choice but to obey her young teenage tormentor. Taking shallow breaths and feeling light-headed, Jenna pushed the chair against the back wall and knelt beside Trisha. Jenna, embarrassed and humiliated, couldn't bear to look at anyone, but chose to stare at the ground. "What must they think of me now?" Jenna felt like crying as she awaited the impending line of questions. She knew the judge would ask her why she was kneeling, why she was wearing the collar, why she obeyed Trisha like a puppy.
Jenna knew that it was just a matter of seconds before her life changed forever. She knew that she would have to come 'out' and admit that she was Trisha's personal slave. "How humiliating," she sniffed to herself. Thoughts, memories, and visions, raced through Jenna's mind as she recalled all that she had done to get into this humiliating and embarrassing 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 just taking advantage of whatever Jenna gave her, which was EVERYTHING. How dumb she was for letting things get so out of control!
Over the screeching in her ears, Jenna strained to hear the judges reaction.
"Are you feeling okay, Ms. Tarp?" asked the judge in a sincere tone. "Is your 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 she pushed a glass of milk towards Jenna.
Lifting only her eyes, Jenna reached up and grabbed the glass and drank the silky contents. She closed her eyes, knowing it was another glass of "Mother Nature's Dairy Delight", the wonderful, satisfying, soothing nourishment that did wonders at settling her upset stomach. "Mmmm, thank you, Ms. Landers. That was delicious."
A sly smile creased Judge Landers lips as she smirked and said, "Did Barb tell 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 her aching 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 an assumption," Jenna apologized sheepishly.
"In fact," began the judge, "not only is the manufacturer a 'woman', but she also produces her product right here in my home."
"Really?" asked Jenna as her interest piqued. "Do you have a special kitchen 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 was having a 'regular' conversation for the first time in a long time and she was truly interested in seeing the milk production area. "Yes, of course I would. I'd love to see it."
"Excellent. We'll do it right after you eat," insisted the judge. With two sharp claps, the kitchen door flew open and slim shapely woman, covered in shiny 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, because her body was thin and sexy. Jenna kept staring at the hooded face as the woman passed out the salads. There was something strangely familiar about the way she moved, but Jenna couldn't put her finger on it.
Seconds later their eyes met and Jenna would have sworn that the servant froze in her tracks for a second. But she blew it off because she continued her service, uninterrupted.
Barb, Trisha and the judge chatted like Jenna wasn't even in the room. They giggled, told jokes, discussed their day and basically ignored the fact that Jenna was kneeling beside Trisha, eating her salad on the floor.
When they finished eating, the judge clapped her hands again and the servant 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 wetness between her own legs again. She didn't know why this woman was exciting her but deep down, Jenna knew she was. Mentally, Jenna tried to shake the inappropriate feeling. Since her experience in the jail that one dreadful evening, she knew that she had "some sort of feeling" toward women, but dismissed it as some latent behavior that would pass.
The three females secretly eyed Jenna and watched her reaction as the servants naked thighs brushed up against the bald 'school girl'. They could see that Jenna's eyes followed the servant's every move and there was definite 'interest' on her part.
As the three quickly downed the fruit cocktail course of their meal, they eagerly 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 hardly wait to see if something else would be 'missing'.
The sound of two sharp claps startled Jenna a little, but her eyes instinctively went to the kitchen door. She didn't have to wait long and she secretly held her breath as the door slowly opened.
Jenna's eyes widened as the servant gradually appeared. She was naked from the waist down. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a tight rectangle just above her slit. Her hips rolled easily from side-to-side as she sauntered 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 she strode confidently to her side of the table. Jenna's neck tightened as Trisha jerked back on her leash. She didn't exactly know what it meant, but leaned 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 pelvis pushed outwardly, almost beckoning for Jenna's mouth.
Jenna didn't know what to do or say. She sat on her haunches until she felt Trisha'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 Judge Landers tilting her head to the side so she could see better, Jenna shook quietly as her face approached the servants sex.
Jenna could smell the heated woman and she could see her arousal building. Jenna had seen enough aroused vagina's this past year to know what one looked like when it was swelling with excitement. She could see the woman's taut stomach tensing with anticipation. Jenna watched as the woman's labia brightened with pinkness and blossomed like a flower. The glistening moisture that coated the woman's unfolding lips began to ooze from deep within and Jenna could almost taste it.
The pressure on the back of her neck increased and Jenna eventually lost focus on the woman's cunt as it drew closer and closer. She knew there was nothing she could do about it. Jenna knew that she was EXPECTED to service the servant and even the servant knew it. She closed her eyes as her lips were pressed against the woman's soft wetness and Jenna kissed her pussy.
"Mmmmm," she thought to herself as the taste of the servants juices slipped past her lips. "She tastes good," she thought to herself as she extended her tongue and licked upward.
Temporarily lost in the sensual moment, Jenna stopped her mental questioning. She stopped wondering 'why' this was happening, and 'who' was involved. It didn't seem to matter who knew what and why. All Jenna knew was what was right in front of her, the wonderfully, tasty pussy of an older woman servant.
Without being told and running on instinct, Jenna reached up and took hold of the woman's hips and firmly held her still as she licked and sucked on her drippy pussy. Jenna proceeded to make love to the succulent vagina, so generously offered to her for dinner. She hadn't tasted another woman that tasted so good before. She loved the way this woman tasted, so sweet, so tangy, so silky.
Jenna knew she was doing well, by the way the servants hips pulsed and rocked. Her oral overture was pleasing the servant and Jenna knew it. She continued her oral assault and thrust her tongue deeply and shook her head side-to-side, attacking the servants' clitoris.
Minutes passed and the room heated up. Jenna sensed everyone watching her lewd display was getting turned on. Hands disappeared between legs and panting 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, that she didn't register a familiar tone. Instead, she drove her tongue in deeper 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 wrapped her hands around to the servant's sweaty buttocks and squeezed them. She pulled the older 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 jutted forward in response to her hard orgasm.
Jenna slurped at the woman's orgasmic juices as they flooded her already soaking cavity. The woman's snorts of air, forced through her nose excited Jenna. She'd never heard such a strange sounding orgasm.
As the servants' orgasm slowly subsided and she began to relax, Jenna licked the woman's inner thighs seeking any remaining residual cum.
The servant, spent and wasted, was dismissed by the judge. "Go prepare the production room for our guest. We'll be down in a minute to observe it in operation," the judge instructed the servant.
Jenna licked her lips and wiped her face as the servant staggered back into the kitchen, never having spoken a word.
"Did you enjoy dinner Ms. Tarp?" asked the judge as she stroked Jenna's bald 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 looking smirk as she mentally recalled her own statement, ("Did Barb tell you that the manufacturer of that product will be here for dinner?")
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