John Reskind - Kappy

"I better get back before they notice that I'm gone," she said, backing toward the door. "And… and I'll depend on you, Chief Lannigan…"

"Just play it nice and cool," the huge fat-man said, lumbering up from his chair. He smiled encouragingly. "We'll get on it right away, dear. Don't worry about a thing… unless it's you and your hubby in bed tonight… Remember those cameras you told me about…"

Jean reached for the doorknob sensing the flush in her cheeks at his words, but hardly knowing how to counteract them. In fact, he had an excellent point, didn't he…?

"Thank you, Chief… and please hurry! We don't want to stay a minute longer there than we have to…"

"I understand, doll, and don't worry. Just do your thing," the corpulent man said, moving to open the door for her. Then: "I'd have one of the boys drive you home but it might not look good. Better buy some groceries and take a cab."

"I will… and thank you, Chief Lannigan," Jean said warmly.

"Oh, you're welcome, honey… and don't worry about a thing," he repeated benignly. "You'll be hearing from me shortly…"

Jean was openly frightened when she discovered that Max Keele had arrived home in her absence. He walked into the kitchen as she entered through the service entrance, a glowering look of suspicion clouding his big, handsome face. Like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Jean gaped up at him, suddenly remembering the bag of groceries in her arms that she had bought, heeding Chief Lannigan's advice.

"Where've you been?" the director shot at her, his flinty eyes gleaming warily.

It was then that she noticed the glass and its contents in his huge hand. The smell of whiskey came to her. "Groc-Grocery shopping," she stammered, sensing her knees beginning to jell.

"And who told you to take that upon yourself?"

"W-Why… no one… b-but there were things we… we were out of M-Mr. Keele," Jean lied, the blood in her veins seeming to abruptly turn cold. "I-I thought…"

"Never mind what you thought, girl," he interrupted, his expression softening somewhat. "You're not to leave this house without my, or Mrs. Keele's permission… understand?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

He smiled then, his whole attitude appearing to change as he stood there. Finally, he said: "Put down the groceries and come with me, dear… I want to show you something."

Though she was still trembling from head to toe, Jean breathed an inner sigh of relief; he had accepted her lame excuse and walked to the swinging door leading into the rest of the house. She realized then that he was standing there waiting for her, holding the door inward for her to follow. Hesitantly, she set the bag of groceries on the table and walked past him through the opening, pausing there for his instructions.

"Upstairs, to the rumpus room," he said evenly. "I want to show you something. Go ahead."

A further hollowness crept into Jean's belly at the mention of the third-floor den, but she tried not to let him see it and obediently ascended the carpeted stairway before him, their trek carried out in verbal silence while she tried to reason what he could possibly want to show her up there…!

Max let his eyes feast lecherously on the shapely, arched roundness of her young hips and buttocks, the fullness of her exposed, nylon-covered thighs and luscious calves as she climbed the stairs in front of him, mentally praising Maggie for her choice brevity in mini-uniform selection. His enchantress wife knew well how to keep his libido stimulated… If only she weren't so Goddamned ambitious for power in her own right, she be the perfect mate, but sometimes he felt that he hardly dare turn his back on her… Hell, enough of those thoughts for the present; there were other more immediate things that required his attention…

He grinned lewdly to himself and drained his glass as he walked along the hallway behind her, following her into the great room and closing the door behind him… hearing the lock tumbler falling securely into place.

Jean, too, heard that decisive clicking sound and a new tightness constricted her belly. She stopped short in the room, turning quickly to face him. He smiled. "You were in here earlier," he said, walking past her toward the bar.

"Y-Yes… Mrs. Keele ordered me to clean the room," Jean replied nervously, her wide, green eyes following his broad back until he was behind the bar and facing her again. He was still half-grinning as he set about making himself a drink, "S-She said you were h-holding a party tomorrow night and wanted everything in proper order…"

"Did she tell you anything about not tampering with the TVs?" Max questioned in a soft, meaningful voice.

Once again, Jean sensed the icing of her bloodstream. My God, she had evidently forgotten to turn off the set… and he'd discovered it! Now, he knew that she was aware of the screen's lurid use! She couldn't speak… only stood there petrified gaping at him, while he continued to grin at her.

"Would you like a drink to brace your nerves, baby?" he invited calmly, leaning forward on the bar, his glass in his hand.

Numbly, Jean shook her head in the negative, struggling for the proper words that might help temper her situation. "I-I didn't mean to pry… didn't know…"

"But now you do, don't you, dear," Max said, suddenly moving around the bar toward her. "You've learned one of our little secrets, and are wondering the whys of it… so, I'll tell you that, too…"

Jean felt as if her legs were made of stone, immobile, and she stood there awe-stricken as his massiveness closed in on her, his empty hand reaching out to take her small, trembling one inside it possessively. He went on, his handsome face above her own, his lewdly suggestive eyes gleaming down at her: "We like the stimulation of playing voyeurs… watching the girls in their lesbian acts… even watching you and your punk-husband fuck! Nothing can do more for your sex drive, baby, than being an audience to a doll with a luscious body like yours squirming and writhing on the end of a hard fucking cock, trying to make it and being left high and dry when he blows his nuts in your hot screaming little pussy before you can cum…!"

"Oh! Oh my God…!" Jean gasped in horror at the shocking filth spewing from his half-grinning lips, not only his use of the lewd words, but the shameful, graphic meaning behind them! She had been right! They'd watched Ken and her making love in the suppose privacy of their room… had even noted her unfulfilled frustration…! Dear Lord! She had to get out of there… away from this terrible man and his evil house…!

Desperately, she tried to jerk her hand free as tears of shame and rage streamed down her cheeks, but his huge, powerful hand was like a vise clutching her own. She struggled with him, knocking the glass from his hand to shatter on the floor, even knowing it was useless as she remembered the locked door, but in her panic she could think of nothing else but being free of his bestial touch, and abruptly, she sank her sharp teeth into the hairy flesh of his imprisoning hand.

"You little bitch!" Max roared, jerking his hand away to brutally grasp her arm, then with the other open one he slapped her hard, knocking her backward and down onto a davenport. She started to get up again, but as he raised his hand once more, decided against it, slumping helplessly and burying her sobbing face in her hands. "Okay… that's better, baby," he said, breathing heavily as he examined the teeth marks she'd left in his flesh. He'd caught her just in time, before she could break the skin with those white little fangs of hers, but still it hurt like hell. The vicious little cunt! She'd pay for that. "Now, let's get back to the matter at hand, shall we? We can either be friends, which'll make it easier on you… or enemies, and I'll rape you! It's up to you, doll. Either way, I'm going to fuck you shitless right here this very afternoon…!"