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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

Whore!

Shocked. Humiliated. Degraded. Publicly exposed. Jenna was a total wreck. The petite 22-year-old didn't know what to do. She stared at herself in the restroom mirror. Her face looked older somehow. Her eyes had deep, darkish bags under them from lack of sleep and stress. Her hair was mussed and lacked its usual shape and luster. Her blouse and skirt looked shabby and tattered. Her mind was awash with uncertainty and despair.

What was happening to her? She turned on the faucet and cupped some cool water in her hands and splashed it on her face and neck. She rubbed her eyes and tried to clear her mind.

Ever since her arrival at the St. Monica's School for Girls, Jenna had one strange encounter after the other. She'd had numerous orgasms at the hands of young teens. A janitor and a prisoner from the local jail had raped her. She'd exposed her body to so many people, she couldn't remember how many. She'd allowed people to touch her in ways she'd never imagined before.