Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

"Good… bring her in, Seybor," Jean heard the Superintendent's throaty voice order, this followed by a buzzing sound that released the electric lock on the metal door before her. The harrier slid open and suddenly she felt Seybor's knuckle jab painfully into the small of her back once more, thrusting her forward into the unexpected splendor of the luxuriously appointed suite, the heavy door quickly closing with a decisive click behind her.

Jean saw the raven-haired, ivory skinned beauty then, but not behind a desk as she had anticipated, nor dressed in the customary clothing a woman of her position might be expected to wear. There was such an office-like arrangement in a small alcove at one corner of the spacious, grandly furnished room, but Maggie Keele day indolently sprawled on a satin-pillowed sofa at the opposite end, a flowing, diaphanous black negligee the obvious single garment covering her soft, lithe nakedness. A tall, cool-looking drink sat upon a small table beside her, and on the floor rested the handsome German shepherd dog, Kappy, a noble animal which Jean had already been so humiliatingly introduced to.

The gallant brute arose to its feet and began wagging its tail as if in recognition of her, and Jean couldn't deny the vague sensations of excitement the sight of him aroused in her young belly and loins, as well as in the deep recesses of her brain; yet, it still seemed like some outrageous dream born out of the drugged state she had unwittingly been subjected to.

"Well, it appears that Kappy remembers your little affair, Jean darling," the striking, sensually clad brunette meaningfully greeted, a lewd overtone to her smoky voice, while her dark-onyx eyes sparkled as they swept lecherously up and down the lovely blonde girl's unhideable soft curves. "Come over here beside me. I want to look closer at you. And you, Kappy, lie down."

Jean did, but hesitantly, pausing several feet from the plush sofa as the German shepherd responded to its mistress' command. She saw then that what she had first surmised was so: the Superintendent's voluptuous white nakedness was alluringly visible through the wispy veil of the sheer negligee covering her. Though she had to be fortyish, her rounded full breasts were erect mounds of enviably firm white flesh, their nipple-capped peaks hardened, berry-like buds. Jean couldn't limp her eyes from trailing downward to her flat belly and the narrow slenderness of her waist and further to the enticing flare of her hips. Her long, shapely legs rested one over the other at the ankles, her rounded, full white thighs erotically enhanced by the soft black curls of pubic hair enshadowing their juncture. Nervously, Jean fidgeted with her hands, the unexpected exhibitionism taking her off-guard and momentarily, as it had before in the woman's bedroom, briefly hypnotizing her.

"What's wrong, dear? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before? Or, perhaps it's just that I sensually arouse you… is that it?" Maggie Keele taunted, stirring languorously to provoke her ivory-white charms into inciting ripples beneath the flimsy material.

Jean felt her cheeks flushing hotly at the smirking woman's insinuation. The spell was broken. All of the emotional turbulence she had entered there with suddenly churned again inside her, and this accompanied with a newborn raging anger at the lecherous Superintendent's implied meaning.

"What are you trying to do to us?" she flung at her hedonistic tauntress. "And why… why?"

"Do to you…?" Maggie repeated, the inflection of her husky voice suggesting astonishment. She tilted her head slightly where it rested against the fluffed satin of the pillow and let her sparkling eyes soften. "My dear, I thought you understood that I'm only trying to help you. That's why I had Seybor bring you here to me…"

"Then why did you separate Ken and me? And why did you have him sent upstate to the prison?" Jean shot at her, struggling desperately to hold back the flow of tears which were ready to burst from her young emotion-filled eyes. "We did nothing and you know it! We were drugged right out of our minds, and you… all of you and your terrible Spaxtons used us like animals… worse than animals…!"

"All right, that will do, Wilson!" Maggie Keele retaliated, her throaty voice suddenly growing sharp with authoritative impatience. She raised to a sitting position, swinging her small feet to the floor, the negligee falling carelessly open to expose nearly all of her naked, fully rounded breasts and a good measure of ivory white thighs almost to the exotic crest of her silken, hair-adorned loins. "I doubt that you're so stupidly naive as to think that anyone would believe such a story. In fact, weren't the two of you arrested in the first place for possession of marijuana?"

"No, we were not!" Jean defended. "A boy that we had just met had some, but Ken and I had no idea…"

"Of course," Maggie said, cutting the lovely blonde girl short and gaining her feet. "The detention homes and prisons are filled with innocent people like you who swear they were framed." The ravishing brunette picked up her tall drink and sipped from it, making no effort to draw the loosened folds of her wispy negligee over the revealed, smooth white flesh of her sensuously displayed curves. "In both you and your husband's case, you violated the probationary sentences that Mr. Keele, in his kindness, managed to obtain for you by again using drugs in our home. So, that's why you're here and Ken is in prison;"

"But… dear God, I tell you we didn't and never have used anything like that," Jean pathetically insisted, the tears uncontrollably spilling down her soft, teenaged cheeks. "We were drugged, Mrs. Keele… and you know it! Oh God… please… please let us go… or at least, help Ken get out of that awful prison…?"

This was the moment that Maggie Keele had been waiting for, that first touching instant of pitiableness when they began to beg, and a ripple of sadistically lecherous excitement raced through her insatiable, almost naked loins and belly. She had the luscious little bitch now, had her at last ready to crawl… anything to save her husband, and she intended to savor every delicious moment of it.

"Well now… do I understand that you're begging me, Jean darling?" the raven-haired Superintendent derisively put to her as she sipped again from her glass. She half-smiled vindictively, the obscene thoughts filling her mind causing her onyx eyes to gleam with wanton lust. The voluptuous young bitch, she wouldn't… couldn't run from her this time!

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes… I'm praying to you," Jean whimpered, wiping at her eyes with a facial tissue from her pocket, refusing to listen to the inner voice of her own better judgment. Anything… any price wasn't too great for this boy she loved… "Please… please help…?"

Maggie moistened her sensuous lips with the pink tip of her wet tongue. "And if I should, what do you offer in return, my dear?"

An icy tingle of dread shivered upward along Jean's spine. There wasn't the slightest inkling of a doubt in her tormented young mind of what nature the ravishing lecheress' demands would be. She stared with mounting apprehension into the beautiful woman's waiting, licentious eyes, while inwardly she prayed for the strength to do whatever would be expected of her. Oh God…

"A-Anything… whatever is necessary…" Jean finally whispered, chokingly. "B-But you must promise me that Ken will be freed…"

"We'll discuss that part of it later, Jean darling," Maggie hissed, moving close to the girl until they nearly touched. "Would you like a drink or something first? I have some pot if you prefer. It might help… like the acid did at the party."

Jean gaped at her. She had given herself away… openly admitted to drugging them… the very reason Ken was in prison and she there in her horrible situation at that very moment… yet there was absolutely nothing she could do about it… nothing, only give herself to the vile whims of this lust-filled woman if she wanted to help her imprisoned husband…!