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Chapter Twenty-Six:
Jenna was in a daze. Her eyes were glossed over and she had retreated into her own mind. Over and over she replayed the events of the past year and she was nothing short of stunned.
As she bounced along the street behind a giddy Trisha, who was reveling in humiliating her personal slut at every opportunity by introducing her to shopkeepers and customers alike and making Jenna say 'Hi, I'm Jenna, the lesbian whore', over and over again, Jenna was almost oblivious to her surroundings. The warm afternoon sun was starting to cool as it slowly set in the west and long shadows stretched across the vacating store-lined street.
Jenna's button-less blouse was tied under her firm but sore bouncing breasts that were freshly labeled with "Trisha's Property" and pierced with thick rings. Her once beautiful body that was the envy of nearly every woman, was now defiled and permanently marked with tattoo's and body piercing's.
Jenna had never been a vain person but she recalled the numerous times when she'd been called "the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" by women and men alike. Her long flowing blonde locks were so silky smooth that everyone yearned to touch them. Her large firm breasts looked fake because they were so perky and firm. Her athletic physique with it's flat stomach, strong shapely legs and round butt were features that set her apart from most other women and snatched lustful looks from men and women alike, all the time. Except for her shortness, Jenna was nearly perfect in every way.
"But now," Jenna sniffed, now she was BALD. Her long golden locks were gone, replaced by a shiny white scalp that drew the same amount of attention but for the WRONG reason. Her beautiful face had a thick ring hanging from her nose and her eyebrows were thin lines of ink. Her beauty was diminished dramatically and people stared and laughed at the hapless young teacher as Trisha dragged her from place to place.
"Wow," Trisha exclaimed as she looked at the handful of business cards in her hand, "we've passed out a lot of these. You should win at least ONE free lunch, slut," she giggled at her sarcasm.
Jenna wanted to cry. The idea that Trisha had been passing out her 'business cards' all over town was humiliating. "And what did it say again?" she asked herself as she looked at the one she had crushed in her palm:
Jenna Tarp
Lesbian teacher at St. Monica's School for Girls
"Have tongue, will grovel"
Will service you for free. Party's welcome.
A shudder nearly shook Jenna to the ground. Emptiness inside her very soul left her feeling helpless and afraid. She wondered what would happen as word spread. "Will anyone actually call?" she pondered. "Hopefully people will just think it was a cruel joke and ignore it," she tried to convince herself.
"Okay, slut, one last stop before home," Trisha declared.
Jenna was thankful for that and sighed a deep sigh. After the day's horrible events, nothing Trisha had up her sleeve could be worse than what poor Jenna had already been through. The collar around Jenna's neck jerked forward and Jenna stumbled behind Trisha as she led the degraded young teacher into a cafe.
A pretty young hostess showed the unlikely pair to a booth in the corner of the tiny restaurant. Small circular tables decorated with candles were sprinkled about the busy dinner hour cafe. Jenna blinked often trying to ignore the repeated shocked stares of the mostly female patronage as she and Trisha made their way past them. Her heart raced and her skin burned from the hateful stares.
Trisha slid in first and sat in the middle of the bench. Jenna hesitated and then tried to sit next to Trisha. Her butt hung off the edge as she sat on what was left of the bench next to her agitated-looking tormentress. Jenna held her breath when Trisha stared straight ahead and started to speak.
"This is your last lesson for the day, slut," Trisha began slowly, "from now on, we are NOT on the same level. You will serve me in any way I desire, do you understand slut?"
Jenna was scared as she tried to maintain her balance in the booth. She felt her heart pound against her breastbone as she thought about the question and her answer. If she answered 'yes', she was forever submitting to a young teenage girl, wasn't she? Could anything Trisha dish out be any worse than what she'd done to her already? Jenna sighed, as she answered 'no' to her own question. Reluctantly and defeated, Jenna exhaled, "Yes."
"Good then," Trisha smiled and with a sharp bump from her hip she shoved the dangling Jenna onto the floor. "While I dine, you will kneel on the floor next to me, understand whore?" she asked the shocked Jenna as she sat on the floor, red-faced and embarrassed.
Jenna couldn't bear to look around the cafe, but could feel the eyes upon her and she could hear the disgusted murmurs of the angry patrons at the lewd display before them. She quickly scrambled to her knees and closed her eyes as if praying, hoping that she could just disappear. Jenna wished she could crawl in a hole and die.
The waitress came and took Trisha's order and ignored Jenna completely. It was if she wasn't even there. Jenna felt totally humiliated.
Trisha quickly drank three glasses of water before her order came. She ate her food and then slid out of the booth. "Wait here," she told the kneeling young teacher.
Jenna watched the young teenager walk to every table in the cafe that had only women and whisper to them. She'd slip them one of Jenna's business cards and move to the next one.
After Trisha had finished visiting every woman in the cafe, she returned and sat down. "I need some cash, slut."
Jenna gave Trisha her debit card and told her her pin. Trisha returned a short time later with a fistful of cash that she formed into a fan and flashed to everyone as the sauntered back to the booth. With a jerk on Jenna's leash she said, "Let's go slut."
Trisha led Jenna to the tiny dirty one stalled restroom. As the door sprang closed behind them, Trisha pointed to the floor. Jenna's heart sank as she knelt on the floor in front of the young teen. Trisha raised her skirt and paused until Jenna had placed her mouth under her cunt. With a deep sigh, Trisha released the contents of her bladder into Jenna's waiting mouth. She could feel Jenna choke down her warm salty liquid and then clean her with her tongue.
Jenna froze when she heard a light knock on the door. She looked up at Trisha with a panicked look on her face. She didn't want to be discovered like this and worried that Trisha may leave her on her knees.
Trisha stepped back, straightened her skirt and put her finger to lips and said, "shhhh." She took Jenna's hand and stuffed the wad of five-dollar bills in it. "When she finishes you give her one of the bills and say, 'Thanks for your donation', understand slut?"
Horrified, Jenna watched Trisha open the door. She saw a line of women standing outside. Jenna's heart raced. She hoped no one had seen her kneeling on the dirty restroom floor. It was humiliating enough being bald, hairless and pierced, but to be kneeling in a public restroom just sent the totally wrong message and Jenna worried what they might think.
Trisha let the first woman inside and heard her say, "There she is," and she thumbed toward Jenna. Trisha looked down at the kneeling 22 year old and said, "Introduce yourself slut."
Jenna's mind was clouded with questions. She didn't understand what was happening. She felt like crying and wished she were somewhere else. Using the words that Trisha had insisted she use since the tattoo shop and had initially sent shivers of fear through her, Jenna sat on her haunches and sincerely said, "Hi, I'm Jenna, the lesbian whore."
Jenna didn't fully grasp what was happening until the middle-aged woman stood directly in front of her, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and nylons and pointed at the floor. Jenna's eyes glazed over as she instinctively leaned forward and attempted to place her mouth on the woman's hairy vagina. But before she made a firm seal, the woman turned around, bent over and let loose with her piss and squirted it all over Jenna's face and chin. The warm smelly liquid ran down her chest and soaked her blouse and tits.
Jenna heard the woman say, "Gawd you're a sick little bitch aren't you?"
Jenna winced at the sharpness of the words, but still did her best to capture the woman's urine in her mouth.
"Swallow it, slut," ordered the woman and Jenna did as she was instructed.
With closed eyes, Jenna gulped at the tangy stream and lapped at the air.
When the woman was done, she straightened her clothes and turned around. Jenna handed her a five-dollar bill and whimpered shamefully, "Thanks for your donation."
With a broad smile, Trisha opened the door and let the next woman in.
Jenna was in a daze. She blinked her eyes as her task became painfully clear. A thirty something year-old brunette was next. She stepped in front of the younger 22 year-old and looked down at her as she pressed in closely.
Jenna couldn't bear to make eye contact with her and stared at the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna saw the woman's hand reach under her face. She felt the woman's thin finger slip into her nose ring and lift gently.
In a sultry sensitive voice the woman cooed, "Don't worry my little whore, this will only take a second."
Jenna craned her neck at the reassuring words as the woman unzipped her jeans and pushed them to the floor. Humiliated Jenna sniffled, "Hi, I'm Jenna, the lesbian whore."
"I know," she said.
The woman turned around, placed her hands on her knees and squatted a little. Jenna pushed her face toward her pussy as the woman released her bladder. Jenna held the woman's buttocks apart and gulped at her golden stream. Warm piss splattered on her chin, neck and breasts. She gagged a little on the tanginess, but swallowed as much as she could. The woman finished quickly and squeezed the last few drops out and let them drip on Jenna's protruding chest.
"Clean her," ordered Trisha as she pushed on the back of Jenna's bald head.
Jenna lapped at the woman's cunt and cleaned it free of piss.
When Trisha opened the door again, Jenna tried to see who was next. Droplets of urine clung to her eyelashes and blurred her vision.
A young teenage girl stood in the doorway, her mother's hands on her shoulders. "Hi Trish," she said, "see mom, I told you it was my teacher," simpered the familiar sounding voice.
Jenna's heart stopped. She gasped loudly as she blinked repeatedly to clear her vision. Could it be true? Was one of her worst nightmares coming true? Was she being discovered by one of her students and their parents?
Jenna was so frozen, she had an involuntary bowel release and she urinated on herself. With her own piss puddle beneath her, Jenna almost fainted.
"So it is," responded the mother in a knowing tone as the pair stepped closer.
Ashen and afraid, Jenna realized that she was kneeling in a public restroom, covered in piss, bald, pierced, tattooed and humiliated. And worst of all, Barb, Trisha's best friend and her mom, Judge Landers, were staring at her. Jenna's heart thumped heavily and her ears droned a continuous squeal. All her blood sank to her legs and she woozily tried to remain conscious. Jenna's life flashed before her. Consequences, sexually deviant acts, vagina's, spankings, breasts, nipples, dildo's, hair, nails, fingers, hands, all manner of which spun through Jenna's frazzled mind as she struggled to remain alert.
Jenna was speechless. The ringing in her ears drowned out all exterior noise. Her mouth hung open and she strained to hear what the pair was saying, but she could only see their mouths move.
Judge Landers wore tight black leather pants, heels and tight white blouse. She looked sheik as always. She asked Trisha, "Can Barb go first?"
"Sure, she can go first. Go ahead," insisted Trisha as she pointed to Jenna. "Introduce yourself slut."
Jenna didn't hear a word. She just sat there and stared blankly. None of this could be happening. The room spun out of control and she wanted to vomit. Being seen in her current condition was the worst possible scenario. But to be seen by a student AND a parent was even worse than that.
Jenna's skin crawled with ugly possibilities. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She was a disgrace. She didn't deserve to live.
"I said, introduce yourself slut," Trisha said as she bopped Jenna on the back of the head.
Jenna finally heard someone speak. Tears filled her eyes and streamed down her face. She started to cry. The words that had just begun to roll off her tongue so easily just minutes before, were now harder than ever to utter. Jenna's hesitation earned her another swat to the back of her shiny scalp so she squealed, "Hi, I-I'm Jenna, t-the lesbian whore."
Tickled at her teachers' submissive state, Barb played along and giggled, "Hi, I'm Barb," and then loudly stated, "ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS AT ST. MONICA'S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS," so that people behind her could hear. "And this is my mother Judge Landers."
Barb looked at her mom and teasingly whined, "Can I get one of these, mom? I did my dishes and cleaned my room today."
"We'll discuss it later. Let's not hold up the line in the meantime," replied the Judge.
Barb pulled down her shorts and panties and pushed her hips toward Jenna. Her nearly hairless young pussy was swollen and red. Obvious signs of arousal leaked from her smallish cunt.
Jenna stared in disbelief. It was as if the whole community was in on her sick little secret. Her eyes flicked from Barb to her mom and back again, desperately seeking some kind of approval. Jenna just didn't feel comfortable putting her face anywhere near a young girls pussy anytime, but especially not with her MOM standing right there.
Judge Landers became annoyed. "Can't you get her to hurry up? I want to see this for myself. It's all over town and I want to witness her sick depravity myself."
"Come on slut, drink her piss, NOW!" insisted Trisha as she pushed on Jenna's head.
Jenna leaned forward and placed her mouth on Barb's tiny vagina. Barb nestled herself on Jenna's mouth just like Trisha did. She cooed, "Oh mom, this feels really good," and she let go of her stream.
Jenna gulped as the thin hot stream of teenage girl piss filled her mouth. The softness of Barb's vaginal skin aroused Jenna and she willingly cleaned her afterward.
Barb staggered backward and sighed, "Oh mom, you've GOT to try that."
"Please honey, step aside," nudged the Judge.
Jenna waited as Judge Landers pushed her skintight leather pants to her ankles and turn around. Meanwhile, Jenna handed Barb a five-dollar bill and shamefully said, "Thank you for your donation."
Barb giggled gleefully as she snatched the money from her submissive teacher. "Wow, I'm so happy you're my teacher."
Looking over her shoulder, Judge Landers said, "If you let any of this get on my leathers you're in trouble whore." With that, she squatted slightly and placed her hands on her knees. She looked back one last time and sneered, "Ready?"
Jenna leaned forward and craned her neck. She opened her mouth as widely as she could and tried to encircle the judges' shaven pussy. Her nose nestled into the judges' anus just as the liquid torrent filled her cavity. Jenna licked and sucked on the judges' pussy as she swallowed the stinky salty onrush numerous times.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. Jenna shivered at the thought of having just WILLINGLY drunk piss. But that wasn't even the worst of it. She had just WILLINGLY drunk the piss of a student AND her mom, who was a JUDGE no less. Jenna cringed at the thought.
As the judge pulled up her pants, she matter-of-factly said, "Oh, and Ms. Tarp, did I tell you that I met your aunt a few months back? She's a lot like you. A LOT like you," she snickered. She reached down and tugged on Jenna's nose ring and said, "We'll be in touch sweetie. I've got a surprise for you at home."
Jenna didn't know what was happening. Her mind swirled with possibilities, but none made sense. What was happening here? What did she mean by that? The judge had met her aunt? When? Where? How did she know she was her aunt? What was the surprise?
"What's the matter sweetie?" the judge teased, "you look a little pale."
Before Jenna had a chance to figure anything out, another woman had come in, stood in front of the soaked, smelly 22 year-old teacher, lifted her skirt and prepared to piss on her.
Before the woman let loose Judge Landers reached in her shopping bag and pulled out a small bottle and handed it to Jenna, "Here," she said, "drink this. It'll settle your stomach."
Jenna read the simple label as she removed the cap, it read: Mother Nature's Dairy Delight. Jenna sniffed the creamy liquid before she took a sip. She smiled at the sweet creamy taste and took a second sip before she was overcome with the impromptu generosity of the judge. Jenna looked up at the judge with tear-filled puppy dog eyes and whispered, "Thank you."
Jenna was truly thankful and was somewhat surprised and confused by the judge's reaction to her 'thank you'. Jenna saw her expression change from the look of a caring mother to a devious evil glare as she responded:
"No. Thank YOU."
As the next woman began to piss on Jenna's face and neck, Trisha opened Jenna's sopping wet blouse to expose her glistening tattooed breasts. Jenna sighed when Trisha hefted her tits and displayed the horrible tattoo's claiming Trisha's ownership. Trisha milked Jenna's sore pierced nipples and tugged gently on the thick new rings in each.
Jenna's stomach was bloated with stinky urine as the last woman mercifully pissed on Jenna's face and chest. The warm golden fluid coated her chest and ran over her throbbing, aching nipples. When the woman finished, Jenna handed her a five-dollar bill and mumbled, "Thank you for your donation."
The woman smiled and said, "I have your card. I'll call you for my next party."
Jenna was soaked from head-to-toe with smelly urine. Her baldhead, face and clothes were saturated as she knelt in a stinky pool. At least 10 women had pissed on her, but she'd lost count after the sixth. Trisha finally let her stand and she weakly struggled to her feet. Her tummy protruded like she was pregnant and she felt like vomiting.
Trisha saw Jenna turning green and told her, "Don't you dare puke, slut! Drink your milk, that's your dinner. You need all the nourishment you can get."
Jenna choked back the sensation to purge and swallowed the last few drops of her bottle of Mother Nature's Dairy Delight and then followed Trisha out of the restroom. Slowly the two passed through the cafe past the numerous women who Jenna had paid to drink their piss.
The crowded cafe grew silent as Trisha led the drenched, smelly young teacher outside and into her car. Noses wrinkled as the rancid smell of urine wafted behind Jenna and sickened the customers along her path. Trisha waved to the disgusted, yet excited cafe patronage as Jenna gladly drove away.
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