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Chapter Thirty
Jenna, Judge Landers, Trisha and Barb sat around the dinner table and relaxed. Jenna truly felt like 'one of the girls' as they sat around and chit chatted after dinner. The more the girls laughed and giggled, the more relaxed Jenna became. She sighed to herself, "I haven't felt this good in a long, long time."
Jenna wondered if Trisha had forgotten she was even there. I mean, she was allowing Jenna to sit at the table and actually partake in trivial conversation and everything. Jenna smirked and giggled at Barb's silliness and gently winked and wrinkled her nose at Trisha when their eyes met momentarily.
Trisha's expression changed instantly. Jenna knew she had just destroyed the moment and her heart sank.
"Excuse me!" chirped Trisha as she glared at Jenna with a look that could kill. "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 in disbelief at how quickly things had changed. Just seconds ago Jenna was engaging in 'normal' conversation with a mother and her teenage daughter and her friend and just like that, it all changed.
Here she was, a 24 year old teacher who technically was in charge of the two teenage girls because she was THEIR teacher, yet here she was sitting at the dinner table of one of the girls mother and taking orders like a...like a slave. Jenna looked down at her lap and played with the pleats on her green and blue plaid schoolgirl skirt that Trisha had made her wear. She reached up to run her fingers through her golden locks until she remembered that she was bald. Jenna choked back a tear at the sudden remembrance.
Quick flashes of distinct images raced through Jenna's mind as her own personal reality came back to her. The tattoo's, the shavings, the hair removal, the piercing's all flickered around her distraught mind like flashes from a disco ball. Jenna was whisked back to her own personal Hell in 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 you thought you were!"
Jenna struggled to find the right words, "I, uh, I don't know what, uh, I was 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 care of 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 the judge.
Jenna once again was tossed into that strange surreal place that she had reluctantly gotten used to. On one hand it felt simply awful to be discussed and talked about like she wasn't even there, but on the other, it gave her the strangest sensations deep inside. The weird internal conflict was both humiliating and exciting at the same time. Jenna was becoming an expert at recognizing her newfound condition by the way her body reacted. She could feel her skin flush with embarrassment and get warm, while it also rippled with goose bumps, which caused her nipples to tighten and bristle. Jenna sighed and hoped none of them could she her hardened nipples through her blouse and bra. She knew it would send the totally wrong 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 her thick metal rings firmly against the inside of her thin bra. The pure size of Jenna's breasts left little to the imagination. Even when completely covered in soft satiny material, it was blatantly obvious to everyone around when she became aroused.
Trisha turned to Judge Landers and politely thanked her for the meal and the company, "Thank you Ms. Landers, we had a wonderful time and dinner was excellent." She faced Jenna and her eyes dropped to Jenna's breasts. "I think 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 into her again. It was humiliating, yet she found it completely exhilarating to be verbally abused by her young student like that. Jenna blinked her disbelief at her sudden admission and stammered, "T-thank you for dinner Judge."
The two of them excused themselves from the table and walked out the front door. As soon as the door closed behind them, Trisha grabbed the back of Jenna'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 got in. As she sat behind the wheel and awaited instructions from her teenage mentor, 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 to humiliate her older teacher once again. She thought to herself, "Just who in the Hell does she think she is? Sitting in there at dinner like she was a peer or something. I'll teach this bitch to remember who she belongs to. I'll humiliate her in ways she'll have nightmares about." Trisha grinned to herself at her deviousness.
The sun was setting in the early summer sky and the warm daytime air was beginning to cool as the car glided down a long rural road toward town. Trees pulsed past like a picket fence as dirt and dust rose in a horizontal 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. The towns' bad area ironically bordered the lakefront. Its parks and community areas were more dangerous than fun, especially at night. Gangs were known to control many parts of the downtown area and it was generally known that the parks were 'hangouts' for them. Trisha was plotting to use that danger as a tool to manipulate her naïve teacher.
Without saying a word, Trisha directed Jenna to drive to the seedy part of town and park her car. This particular section of town was the oldest and most run down. Its brown, dirty multi-storied buildings had been built near the turn of the century and had run their course of usefulness. Nowadays, mostly vagrants and bums used them as temporary shelters. Even the town cops rarely frequented this area, just because the people down here were 'throwaways' and not worth their time. Only a few businesses actually operated there and they were long since closed for the weekend.
Jenna wanted to remind Trisha of the danger in this area, but she knew she was already in trouble and could tell Trisha was particularly upset with her by her silence.
The street along this warehouse district ended two blocks away at a lakefront park, which was supposed to close at dusk. Trisha mused to herself, "This is perfect." She opened her door and got out. When Jenna wasn't moving Trisha leaned in and said, "Get out whore, NOW!"
The sun was quickly disappearing behind the trees on the other side of the lake and Trisha knew that a whole other part of life would soon rise from the shadows. She had to finalize her preparations quickly or risk ruining an otherwise perfect opportunity to humiliate her older teacher. Slyly she looked at her nervous teacher, standing on the littered sidewalk and dressed in her best 'schoolgirl' outfit with her plaid skirt and white cotton blouse and matching knee high socks and Trisha couldn't help but smile to herself.
Trisha had decided that she would make Jenna strip in public. She wanted her 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 were a nuisance and she hated them. She reached inside her bra and disconnected the first one and spun it free. She quickly did the same to the second one. Her sense of 'freedom' was wonderful, but she still wondered what Trisha 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 and slid 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 is she?" Jenna panicked in her mind. She felt her heart begin to beat a little harder as she placed her keys in the teenager's hand.
"Put this on," Trisha ordered as she handed Jenna a plastic shopping bag she pulled from the back seat.
Jenna opened the bag and removed a blonde wig. Her eyes filled with tears of joy and she glanced up at Trisha who was smiling. Jenna straightened the wig on her head and slowly stood erect with a newfound pride. She reasoned that Trisha was letting her go. Like a new baby bird on its first flight from the nest, Jenna was filled with excitement and anticipation. If Trisha was letting her free, giving up her car was well worth it.
Jenna glanced over her shoulder and stole a quick glimpse of herself in a dust-covered window. "I look positively wonderful," she told herself.
Trisha crawled into the drivers seat and started Jenna's car. "I'm going to drive to the end of the street and park just outside Banyon Park," she told Jenna. "You are to walk down this street to the park, understand?"
Jenna shrugged at the simplicity of Trisha's instructions.
"And when you get there," Trisha concluded, "you will be NAKED."
Jenna almost passed out. She felt a sudden weakness in her knees and she braced herself against the roof of the car with one hand. Did she hear her right? Jenna's thoughts became muddled with a jumble of repeated words as she struggled to replay Trisha's request again in her mind. A loud thumping sound resonated in her brain as Jenna's heart began to pound. Her feet and hands became icy sticks as she careened in disbelief. She was sure this was a huge mistake. She was positive that Trisha was going to let her go. What happened? How did things change so rapidly?
Jenna's dry mouth could barely formulate the words, but she had to ask the question, "W-what d-do I do with my c-clothes?" The idea of actually going through with this was appalling, but what choice did she have? Trisha was sitting in her only true means of escape, not to mention her possessive control she had on her. Jenna knew she'd have to do it, no matter what the consequence.
"Leave them as you take them off. Like a trail of bird crumbs," Trisha grinned evilly. "And here's the order in which you will do it: blouse, skirt, left sock, right sock, bra and then panties. You can keep your shoes on. I want a clothing item left at each half block from here to the park entrance. Got it, slut?"
Jenna shuddered at the directive, but nodded her understanding as Trisha put the car in gear and slowly rolled down the street. She could hardly catch her breath as the car grew smaller and smaller until its brake lights flashed as it eased to stop at the park entrance. Jenna glanced around the desolate street. Litter gently danced across the street as the evening winds picked up. It was only two blocks to the park, but it looked like a mile from where she stood. Holding her breath and praying no one would see her; Jenna unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it from the waistband of her skirt and reluctantly slid it off her shoulders before dropping it to the ground behind her.
Vainly she tried to cover her bra-covered breasts as she slowly made her way down the block. Scanning both sides of the street for any signs of life, Jenna was startled when a streetlamp overhead flickered to life. She scurried to escape the impending cone of light that was sure to follow. Halfway down the block, she paused, looked around again and quickly unfastened her skirt and dropped it to the ground.
With one hand covering her breasts and the other pressed over her vagina, Jenna huddled forward and slinked along the street next to the building. As she passed an alleyway a slurred voice rang out, "HEY! Wut are ya doin'?"
Jenna gasped and peered down the darkening alley. A rumpled old man slumped against a dumpster and obviously intoxicated, struggled to sit up and clear his vision. His tattered coat-covered arms and fingerless gloved hands groped at the air as he struggled to get up.
Jenna whimpered uncontrollably as she turned and shuffled down the street. She still had more clothing to get rid of and now a drunken bum was pursuing her.
Jenna danced on one foot as she jerked off her shoe and yanked down her left sock. The bum hadn't yet cleared the alleyway entrance and was a full half block behind her now. She jammed her foot back in the shoe and clambered toward the park still a block away.
"Hunny, come back!" shouted the old man as he rounded to street corner and bounced off the wall.
Jenna squealed again, motivated by her fear and Trisha's orders. Again she danced along the sidewalk on one foot as she pulled at her right shoe and sock. Now wearing only panties and a bra, Jenna glanced over her shoulder and saw the old man pick up one of her socks and examined it as he continued to stagger in her direction.
Stripping naked took on a whole different meaning now that the old man was following her. Jenna was more concerned about getting to the park safely and less about how she was dressed. As she passed through another cone of light from a streetlamp, she looked back again. Somehow the old man had gained on her. He had both her socks draped across his shoulders and was trying his best to run in a straight line. "Oh no," she sniveled to herself when she realized he had probably just seen her struggling with her bra clasp as she passed under the streetlamp. "Now he'll really want to catch me."
Jenna pulled her bra free and tossed it against the last building before the park. Her large breasts hung freely from their confines and the cool evening air caused her nipples to spring to hardness. She could feel her nipples bristle with tiny bumps and the rubbery texture of a hardened aureole brushed against her palm.
One last look back over her shoulder and Jenna saw the old man bending over picking up her bra. He held it out in front of him like a carrot in front of a horse. With seeming sobering effects, the old man straightened and began to run in a much straighter line.
Jenna was a half block from the park and the safety of her car. With her breasts bouncing freely, she stopped jogging for a quick second. She needed to get her panties off before she reached Trisha and before the old man caught up with her. She could hardly breathe from fear as her thumbs dug deep into her skin and frantically pushed her panties to her knees.
"Hey!" shouted the old man, closer than ever before and closing in quickly.
The old man's voice so near to her startled Jenna and she began to run again. But her panties trapped her calves and she tripped. Kicking at them and sliding her butt along the dirty sidewalk Jenna panicked as the old man neared. The leg openings and waistband tangled on her shoes and kept her from kicking them off. Jenna's panicked state caused her to kick her shoes off along with her panties as she scrambled to her feet, moments before the drunken bum dove for her.
As the old man rolled on the sidewalk, Jenna scampered to the car. Frantically she pulled at the door handle, but was shocked to find it was locked. "PLEASE! LET ME IN!" she screamed as she looked back at the old man as he struggled to his feet.
"Go into the park, whore," Trisha calmly gestured with her finger.
Jenna didn't have time to reason and raced, naked, into the park. The cool summer grass tickled her bare feet as she crouched behind the first tree she came upon. Her stomach heaved as she peered around the tree trunk. Jenna watched the old man as he approached the park entrance and then abruptly stop. She could tell he was trying to focus on the park signage as he winced and tried to remain upright.
Just like she had walked onto holy ground, the old man turned and shuffled away. Jenna sighed a sigh of relief and slowly began to breathe again.
Moonbeams danced on the calming lake behind her as daytime gave way to night. Off in the distance a lone lamp ringed a single park bench in a cone of light. Two young girls sat on the bench. Both girls had short-cropped hair and dirty faces. They obviously lived on the street and both appeared very street savvy.
Jenna didn't see either one of them, but they saw her. Moonlight glistened off her back and shone like a beacon. "LOOK AT THAT!" one girl whispered to the other as she elbowed her friend in the side.
"I'm calling the gang," said the other as she flipped open her cell phone and pressed a couple keys. "Get the rest of the girls and come to the park and HURRY. You're not going to believe what Jill and I found!"
The two teenage girls, both around 16, quietly got up and stealthily made their way up behind the unsuspecting Jenna. Her naked form became more and more enticing the closer the pair came. Her shapely hips and firm ass quietly hid her best features, which were her awesome breasts and smoothly shaven pussy. Sneaking up on the young woman on a sandy beach was no problem for the experienced pair.
As they stood just a few feet from the naked young woman, they could tell she was distraught and afraid. Her back heaved with each breath, which were short and puffy. The two exchanged knowing looks when they realized the young woman was already really scared.
"Whatcha doin'?" asked the girl named Jill.
"HUH!" Jenna gasped as she turned and fell on her butt.
As she braced herself on her hands, the two girls gasped at their tremendous luck. The young woman sitting on her butt with her hands behind her causing her large voluptuous breasts to protrude even more than normal, sent shivers of ecstasy into both girls loin. "Oh my gawd," quietly gasp one of them.
Jenna, panicked at being discovered. She froze.
For what seemed like forever, the three females just stared at each other in total disbelief.
The girls' eyes roamed Jenna's exquisite nakedness, while Jenna tried to get a grip on the situation.
Blinking, Jill finally spoke up and said, "Here, let me help you up," and she extended her hand.
Jenna, humiliated that she was naked in a public park, but glad that girls rather than boys discovered her, reached up and took the girls hand. "Thank you," she mumbled almost under her breath, ashamed at her condition.
"Let me dust you off. Turn around," Jill said.
Obediently and without question, Jenna turned around.
Jill looked at her friend, puzzled at how quickly Jenna had complied. She thought she'd try something else, "Arch your back," she commanded a little more forcefully.
Without hesitation, Jenna arched her back. She was getting used to taking orders from younger females and this seemed almost natural to her.
Jill held her breath. She couldn't believe this complete stranger with an almost perfect body and was NAKED, was taking orders like a well-trained dog. "Grab some tree," she ordered, "and spread your legs."
Jenna did as the young teen asked. She reached out and leaned against the tree, still arching her back and she spread her legs. Heavily her breasts hung beneath her protruding chest and her pussy pushed high between her legs. The position was a little uncomfortable, but if the girl needed her to be in this position to dust her off, Jenna reasoned it was okay.
Both girls stepped along each side of Jenna. With lust in their hearts they reached out and began to slowly run their hands along Jenna's naked backside. Each one pretending to remove dirt as they stroked Jenna's firm ass. The girls glanced at each other briefly as their hands brushed the young woman's curvaceous lower back, ass and thighs.
Jenna gasped a couple times when she felt tiny fingertips inadvertently brush against her swelling labia. Each time it happened, and it was happening a little more each time, Jenna couldn't help but arch her back a little more. She could feel her breathing begin to shallow and her stomach heaved and tightened.
The sensation these tiny hands were giving her was making Jenna feel heady. She closed her eyes as the hands roamed her skin in search of more dirt to remove. The girls were so kind to do this for her and she really appreciated it. But their hands were having a strange effect on the young teacher. Tiny goose bumps covered her skin and she felt her nipples harden in response. "Ooh," she moaned quietly.
"Does this feel good?" someone asked.
Jenna choked out, "Y-yes." She closed her eyes as the sensation of tiny hands became overwhelming. It seemed like several hands roamed her heated flesh. Her heavy breasts were being gently massaged and almost milked. Her thighs, ass, back and stomach had hands on them simultaneously, but she didn't try to figure out how. Her skin was on fire and she was approaching an orgasm.
"Oooohhhh," Jenna moaned, "please stop. I'm feeling...I'm feeling..."
"Feeling? Feeling how?" someone breathed heavily into Jenna's ear sending an uncontrollable rush of liquid into her swollen pussy.
"Oooooohhhhhhh, please don't do that," Jenna moaned again.
"Mmmm, look at that," cooed a female voice from behind Jenna. "She's hot."
"Let's fuck her then," breathed another female voice.
Jenna was barely able to comprehend the conversation. She was so high on arousal that it didn't seem to make any sense.
One of the girls dipped two fingers into Jenna's swollen, gushy mound.
"OOOOHHHHHH," loudly groaned Jenna.
Another female voice chirped sarcastically, "Mikey thinks she likes it."
Jenna felt a knuckle press on her sopping opening as two fingers curled into a fist. "Ooooohhhhhh, please," she moaned as the girls knuckles coated themselves in her luscious liquid.
"Do it," encouraged a girl.
Jenna felt a great deal of pressure on her vaginal opening and she groaned loudly, "OOOOOHHHHHHH!" Instinctively she spread her legs more in an effort to reduce the pressure.
The girl standing behind Jenna took this as a sign she wanted more, despite Jenna's pleas to stop. She balled her fist up tightly and began to push her first knuckle firmly against Jenna's swollen gap.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH," Jenna groaned again as the pressure increased again.
"DO IT!" encouraged another voice.
Hearing the heated pants of her friends, the girl standing behind Jenna pushed her tightened fist past her sloppy ring with a thump.
Jenna cried out in pain, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" as the girls fist thumped past her narrow opening up to her wrist. The girls tiny fist filled Jenna's every void and felt like it entered her stomach.
"COOL!" shouted a female voice.
"AWESOME!" came another.
"Fuck her!" came yet another.
Jenna's mind was cleared somewhat by the sudden surge of pain. She realized that she was not alone with just the two girls anymore, but there were many more.
Before she was able to accurately assess her situation, the fist deep in her loin began to move.
Twisting side-to-side and moving in and out, the girl slowly began to fist fuck poor Jenna. To the delight of everyone watching, Jenna moaned and pleaded for the girl to stop. Her pleas only served to heighten the arousal of the gang of girls. Shouts of encouragement poured onto their friend.
"P-Please STOP!" cried Jenna as the girls fist punched at her insides. "Please! You're hurting me!"
"Fuck the bitch!" screamed a girl.
"Stop your fucking whining slut!" shouted another girl as she slapped Jenna's vulnerable ass.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" Jenna cringed at the sharp sting on her ass.
"Oh my gawd!" squealed the girl with her fist in Jenna, "she flushed with pussy juice when you did that! Do it again!"
Before long that girls were taking turns spanking Jenna's reddened ass cheeks. And Jenna couldn't explain it, but the girl was right. Each time one of them spanked her she flooded with moisture. "What's happening to me?" she screamed in her mind. "Oooohhhhh gawd," she moaned as the girls fist slipped around inside her with increasing ease.
"Keep spanking this slut!" the fist fucker shouted, "I'm gonna make her cum!"
Jenna couldn't believe what was happening. A rogue gang of street girls was spanking her while fist fucking her and she was...she was LIKING IT! As the girls tiny fist pulsed in and out of her vagina with growing ease, Jenna began to pant, "Oh, oh, oh."
Soon slaps on her huge hanging breasts began too. The street gang had realized their power over this helpless young woman and they were intent on maximizing it. Yanks on the poor woman's nipples accompanied the occasional slap on her tits with each one acknowledged by a heated moan from the young woman.
"OOOHHHH, OOOOHHHH," Jenna panted as the delirious mixture of pain and pleasure was becoming unbearable. "OOOOOHHHHHH," she groaned again as the tiny fist came out completely before being thrust deep inside again.
Jenna arched her back and spread her feet a little more. She pushed her pussy back toward the stranger's tiny fist and bit her lower lip. Jenna was cumming and everyone knew it.
Girls on each side of Jenna grabbed at her ass cheeks and spread her ass as wide as they possibly could. All eyes were focused on the girls relentless fisting of the young woman's pussy.
Seconds later, an uncontrollable orgasm spilled from the young woman's pussy and coated the girls wrist and forearm with a frothy white foam.
Jenna groaned loudly, "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as her pussy convulsed and constricted on the girls' thin wrist as it pushed in and out.
"OOOOHHHH COOOL" echoed voices of ecstatic girls as they watched in delight.
"GAWD, what a total SLUT she is girls," exclaimed another.
"Man, you should have felt that. It was even better than it looked," offered the girl who had fisted Jenna.
Jenna moaned quietly when she felt the tiny fist squeeze from her sopping cunt. Her bright red ass cheeks shimmered in the moonlight as she tried to stand upright. Jenna was spent. Her pussy twitched and tightened as she stood up and turned around to see her abusers.
The gang of street girls glared back at their newfound possession as all eyes widened when they read "Trisha's Property" tattooed on the woman's breast.
"Holy crap. Let's get outa here!" one girl yelled and they all ran down the beach like they'd just seen a ghost, all except one.
The girl who had fisted poor Jenna stood in front of the young teacher and sneered, "Before I leave, you need to clean my hand. Lick it." She pushed her hand into Jenna's mouth and Jenna obediently bathed her fingers with her tongue.
Lapping at her own secretions, Jenna once again delved into that strange nether world of conflict.
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