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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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117 Chs
#R18
#DARK
#SLICEOFLIFE
#CAMPUS
#SMUT
#YURI
#YAOI
#TWISTED

Dinner

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.