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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

Who's In Charge?

The pile of folded clothes hit Jenna squarely in the chest as she processed past the long counter. The female guard had tossed Jenna her prison garb, a short-sleeved denim jumper with the letters "DOC" stenciled on the back in huge black letters.

"Put in on," commanded the guard, as Jenna meekly ambled by, still reeling from her 'shower'.

Jenna blinked her eyes to clear her mind as she pulled the coarse scratchy jumper over her head and then across her waist. The blonde tour guide motioned for Jenna to continue walking as Jenna pulled and straightened her jumper. Still barefoot and recovering, Jenna, followed by the class from St. Monica's School for Girls, was led through a door into a large open corridor. As the door opened, Jenna could see both walls were lined with barred cells, which housed the day's inmates.