Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

Jean watched Sandy force her receptive little smile, knowing the revulsion her young friend had to be feeling, especially without the drugged effects of their usual "trip-tonic". God, she hoped she'd done the right thing by talking the girls out of taking it, but it was going to be necessary that they keep their wits if their plan was ever to work… and this would be the only chance they would ever get if it didn't.

"Oh, my!" Dollie gasped, watching the fat police official leading Sandy willingly away. "I can't go through with it, Jean! I just can't…!"

"Stop that talk!" Jean snapped at her. "You've got no choice, unless you want to be just raped anyway, and that, I promise you, would be horrible!"

"Well, how about a little drink, girls?" Max Keele's voice interrupted them, and simultaneously, they both felt his big, warm hands caressing their young, rounded buttocks through the sheer material of their short-skirted dresses.

"Sounds fine to me," Carla put in. "I can see the good Judge McGraw eyeing me again, and a stiff belt is going to make his ancient tongue a lot more enticing in my pussy."

Max laughed outright. "That's the girl, Carla… the way we like to hear you talk. Might just as well get at the heart of the problem, eh?"

"Might better," the Latin beauty smiled up into the big handsome face of the Director of Correction, the thought crossing Jean's mind that Carla wouldn't at all mind a romp with the powerful man.

"Come on, we'll go over to the bar first, then join the fun and games after," he said, leading them off through the scattered, occupied couches.

It was not until after they had welcomed their third concoction of a punch-drink which went down as easy as water, that Max Keele dispensed them like slaves to chosen middle-aged men, ordering lean alone to stay with him. At first, the lovely blonde teenager was of the impression that he was going to be her love-partner and being that she had already been exposed to his lustful methods, she was not wholly repulsed by the thought. At least, he was more desirable than the two fat, middle-aged senators who had lecherously whipped the reluctant Barbara and a near-crying Dollie away…

Then, two things happened. Maggie Keele made her dramatic entrance in white, billowing, see-through silk that brushed the floor, the massive German shepherd, Kappy at her side, while flanking her on the left, walked a strikingly voluptuous, strawberry-blonde wearing a contrasting black mini dress that did nothing but enhance her breathtaking curves. Max Keele saw them at the same time, and Jean had only to look at him to realize she'd guessed wrong. The girl who had entered with Maggie was obviously to be his chosen partner for the night.

Jean said nothing as the big man took her by the arm, walking her toward the newcomers, though a light wave of disappointment rippled through her, along with a sudden strange sensation that at first caused her a few seconds of giddiness this was followed immediately by a series of sensual fermentations in her young loins and belly… tingling-like little spasms that she couldn't at all understand…

"Her husband, Jack, hasn't arrived and Carol has no idea where he is," Maggie Keele said sharply, her dark onyx eyes almost glaring at her husband as if he were to blame.

"Oh…? Well, maybe he'll show in a little while," Max replied, taking hold of Carol's arm while his steel-gray eyes lecherously devoured her youthful lowliness. "Why don't you and I go to the bar and have a drink, dear? I think my wife has some plans for this little doll beside me, don't you, Maggie?"

Jean felt her stomach sink. Her pulse began to pound as she stared fearfully into the narrowed eyes of the white-gowned woman who had more then once displayed her wrathful hatred of her.

"Most definitely, I do!" the raven-haired Superintendent snapped. "Up front, Wilson… on the fur-rug in the center of the room. I'm sure you remember, don't you?"

"Oh… oh please, not that, Mrs. Keele…?" Jean pleaded, even as she sensed a moistening dampness between her inner thighs which had unanswerably seeped from the warmly flushing lips of her vagina.

"Do as you're told, girl!" Maggie snapped, irascibly. "Don't be difficult. You know what happens to my incorrigibles, don't you? Well then, don't make me hand you over to Seybor. Now, up front… my baby here feels the urge to exercise his animal-loins, don't you, darling?"

"Oh… oh God…" Jean moaned despairingly as Maggie caught her roughly by the arm and led her to the center of the room.

"Wh-What is she going to do to that girl?" Carol half choked, not yet quite able to comprehend the absolute lascivious performance going on all around her, say nothing of what she feared was about to take place between the lovely young blonde girl and the massive German shepherd Maggie had called her baby!

"You'll see, honey," Max said with a lewd little chuckle. "Meantime, let's get a pitcher of punch and take a ringside couch. You won't want to miss a minute of this show…"

Carol stood as if frozen in a sudden benumbed shock, watching Maggie Keele stripping the dress from the helpless girl to reveal her young curvaceous body in all of its whitely shimmering nakedness. She was unaware that Max had left her to go to the bar… unaware of anything at that moment but the obvious plight of the beautiful blonde girl whose amber-flecked green eyes had suddenly taken on an almost glazed effect… as if she hardly knew what she was doing, or what was being done to her. And then, Maggie was ordering her down onto all fours, and finally her head lowered until her full, young breasts flattened against the fur-rug, her rounded white buttocks obscenely raised with shapely thighs spread wide apart…

"Now, Kappy… she's yours! Fuck, baby, fuck!" Carol heard Maggie command the great animal, and then Max was beside her again, taking her arm and leading her toward their ringside couch…

Whatever in God's world had suddenly come over her, Jean had not the remotest idea, except that suddenly she was near intoxicated with lustful anticipation in her drink befogged world. "Oh God," she thought helplessly, "I shouldn't have taken it!" She felt the cool breath of air bathing the smooth crevice separating the whiteness of her licentiously splayed buttocks, brushing over the tiny raised circle of her slightly puckered anus and taunting the raw, glistening strip of hot flesh between her now vibrantly flushed cunt-lips. Her swelling young breasts tingled wildly as she purposefully caressed their sensitive hardness against the soft fur-rug. Oh God… why didn't they make him do it to her… now… now! Her brain reeled, unfathomably. Yes, she wanted it now…!

And then, she felt something cold and wet abruptly brushing against the lewdly exposed smooth crevice separating her spread white buttocks, finally moving downward toward the moistened, flowered-open flesh between her involuntarily palpitating vaginal lips. Reflexively, she stiffened and jerked at the wet spasmodic touches against her sensitively aroused genitals. Then, as the long animal-tongue snaked out to lick wetly up and down the soft trembling ass-crevice surrounding the tiny pink hole of her rectum, Jean breathed a gasping sigh of drugged anticipation, a salacious thrill of delight rippling through her voluptuously naked body.

Carol was hardly conscious of Max Keele's strong arm encircling her waist, its big powerful hand cupping the almost naked fullness of one breast, while his other rested hotly on her thigh below her skirt. She was too awe-struck by the overwhelmingly licentious orgies going on around her. Not even in her wildest imaginations had she visualized such debauchery… middle-aged women with their lust-contorted faces buried obscenely in the open loins of one another… young helpless girls from the Home sucking the hardened penises of lecherous old men, while another fucked into them from behind… and most shocking of all, the poor defenseless girl not six feet in front of her who had been forced into her absolutely beastial position before the massive dog that had begun to ruttishly lick at her nudely vulnerable young loins.