Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

Then, the brutal, coarse-faced woman had burst in on them, grinning her luridly vicious smirk. Flanking her had been two of her masculinish helpmates, and while they had kept both Sandy and Carla from interfering, Seybor had dragged her by the wealth of her long tresses, winding her big hand painfully in them as she proceeded to rip the nightgown from her.

Dear God, what would happen next? She had no idea, but she doubted if it could be more degrading then the vile hands of the three of them pawing over her soft, naked young body as they dragged her down the stairs to the detention cell. That deplorable memory would live with her for a long time… hands clutching and squeezing her unprotected, tender white breasts, and between her helpless, vulnerable buttocks, cruel fingers gouging at her sensitive little anus and vagina, before throwing her onto the dirty mattress of the unfurnished cell. Then, to their almost fiendish cackling laughter, the heavy lock had clicked with a heart-sinking finality and there had been nothing but a damp, chilling silence since…

How long ago had that been…? One hour… two… maybe longer… she couldn't be certain of anything except her bleak and bitter misery, but even as she sat there on the thin, stained mattress, her knees drawn up beneath her chin with her arms hugging them in an effort to find some warmth in her own naked body, she couldn't help but pitifully wonder what ever was going to become of her. Dear God, was it possible that such medieval torment could exist and go on undetected and unpunished in this age and time…? Yes… yes, it could, because it was actually happening to her! It was no nightmare that she would suddenly awaken from to find herself in the arms of her young husband, Ken… Oh God, she was going to lose her mind for sure if she didn't occupy it some way… or if she didn't freeze to death first…!

Subconsciously, she began to vigorously rub the smooth, satin-like flesh of her calves, her thighs, arms, belly and breasts to force her blood stream into more rapid circulation… and it was then that she heard the heavy lock of the door click again, causing her breath to catch with a frightened gasp in her throat…

"Well now, how does my little blonde bitch like her new quarters?" the Chief Matron leered down at the nakedly cringing teen-ager who had quickly balled up into her knees-beneath-chin position once more, but this tine to hide her nudity from the lecherous eyes of the big, evil-faced woman. "Do you think it was worth breaking the rules for… and with pot of all things?"

Jean didn't answer, but merely stared upward at the powerful woman who stood in a heavy bathrobe glaring licentiously down at her, a small leather bag hanging from her right hand. What was to come now? She had no idea, though she was terribly certain it would be some lewdly abasing horror that in the end, regardless of her struggles, she would be unmercifully subjected to. Oh God… oh God… why didn't someone come and help her…?

"P-Please… don't do anything else to me…?" Jean heard her own pathetically whimpering voice. "H-Haven't you done enough already…?"

The woman's harsh laughter interrupted her words. "You're a stupid and stubborn little cunt, Wilson. You know that by now, don't you? You never had to go through any of this… if you'd just been nice to me. I told you that in the beginning… tit for tat. You could've enjoyed luxuries like the other girls… a joint now and then, just a few light work details to make it look good… but no, you had to be hard to get. So, where the hell are you? In confinement for using drugs until I decide to let you out. And on top of that you're going to get more time hung on your sentence once I turn in my report…"

"Oh God, no please, not that!" Jean cried, shaking her head almost wildly as the ugly-faced woman's appalling words registered. "You can't… you can't…!"

"Oh…? And why can't I?" the Chief Matron taunted. "That's my job, bitch, punishing and rehabilitating incorrigibles the likes of you."

"Oh… damn you… damn you!" Jean uncontrollably blurted in tearful rage. "I-If you do, I'll tell everything I know about this terrible place… the way you sell drugs to the girls, and… and use us, both for your perverted desires as well as the Keeles! I-I'll tell everything, I swear it…!"

Again, the big woman's harsh, guttural laughter silenced Jean. "You poor, stupid young bitch!" she spat down at the honey-blonde teenager's nakedly cowing, white loveliness. "Don't you suppose that's already been tried by smarter chicks than you? And how far do you think they got? Aren't you intelligent enough to know that nobody's going to listen to you… that you'd only be cutting off that pert little nose to spite what could remain a pretty face? Come on, Wilson, get with it. There's nothing you can do… only make it easier on yourself… and that starts with me, girl, right here and now!"

It was the latter, meaningful part of the Chief Matron's leeringly confident words that sent the clammy chill of utter dread racing through Jean's huddled, naked young body. Abruptly, she found herself slithering backward, her white softly rounded buttocks scraping against the harsh material of the dirty mattress as she cringed back toward one corner of the tiny cell, her amber-flecked, green-eyes widening in revulsive fear. Before her, the big woman had set down her mysterious leather bag and was slowly undoing her robe, the expression on her ugly face one of blatant, lecherous lust.

Dear God! She was totally naked beneath, a powerfully built, waistless woman with heavy pendulous breasts. Instant nausea washed through Jean's young belly at the repelling sight and for one brief moment she thought she was going to faint.

"Oh… oh Lord, please… please don't…?" the lovely young teenager whimpered, no longer trying to hide her own nakedness, but simply endeavoring to evade the older woman's obvious, evil intent as she moved awesomely toward her.

"Don't be afraid, little pussy-cat. You be nice and Seybor won't hurt you," the ugly-faced Matron hissed, her heavy jaw slack and her eyes glazing with lust as finally she stood over the cowering girl, her hand extended down to her. "Come up here to me. I want to hold that luscious white body of yours right up tight to me… to feel those firm young tits against mine with your ass-cheeks in my hands… they're so full and soft and smooth looking…! Hurry, come up here!"

"Oh… oh God, please…?" Jean whined in repugnance at the other's lewd statements, her brain racing madly for any means of possible escape, even as she realized that there was none. "Don't make me… I'll do anything else you want… but not this… please…?"

"Come up here you snooty little cunt!" the powerful woman snarled, clutching her hand a second time in Jean's long, blond hair and jerking her painfully to her feet. Then, before the voluptuous young girl could offer the least resistance, Seybor had her inside her imprisoning, strong arms, pressing her softly yielding curves tightly against the smothering coarseness of her own flesh. "Mmmmmm… you beautiful little bitch, you! I'm going to drive you right out of your mind… make you cum like no man ever could, you hear? And don't try to fight me if you know what's good for you, or I swear I'll destroy you and that hubby of yours completely…!"

In her entire young lifetime, and with all of the deplorable horrors that had been heaped upon her in that terrible place, Jean had never felt so obscenely degraded and hopelessly lost as she did at that moment. The older woman, with one big hand clutching at her full, naked buttocks and the other massaging and kneading one youthful, sensitive breast, crushed her thick-lipped mouth wetly down against her own tender, ripe lips, sending overwhelming waves of shameful revulsion washing through her. Unable to move in the big woman's lecherous embrace, Jean could do nothing but let her have her perverted way with her defenselessly cringing body, while tears of sordid disgrace spilled down her smooth, young cheeks.