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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

Trouble

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.