John Reskind - Kappy

"I'm going to undress you now, darling," the smoky voice breathed and Jean gasped out with wrinkled brow as expert fingers began to move entrancingly over her, quickly removing her clothing.

A sensation of repugnance flittered through her, yet she couldn't seem to respond to it. Something horribly fascinating… strangely forbidden and terribly confusing was happening to her…! And then she was naked, the cool air bathing her sensuous flesh, bringing her nipples to rigid hardness as the apparition pressed close to her, massaging its ivory nakedness against Jean's supple body… their nipples touching, their breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken thatches of black and golden pubic curls between their legs.

Jean gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her and through her struggling, dazed mind, as the woman's lecherously moving hands caressed her buttocks, spreading them open to tenderly slip between and stroke her tight little anus lewdly. Again, Jean trembled, suddenly feeling Mrs. Keele once more grasping her waist, then her smooth hands slithering down her rounded hips to her tingling, full thighs as she dropped to her knees before her and began kissing the sensitive warm flesh of her inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the sparsely curled lips of her strangely tingling pussy!

My God! My God…! It struck Jean like a bolt of lightning what was happening to her and who the evil vision kneeling between her spread legs was! She gasped out in shame, abruptly twisting free of the lecherous woman's obscene grasp.

"What do you think you're doing?" Maggie shot up at the reeling blonde girl, her eyes suddenly blazing with denied rage. "Come here, you little bitch…!"

But Jean wasn't about to. For one brief and horrible moment, reality had penetrated her befogged mind, and now, as she saw the great dog bolt alertly to his feet, she wheeled and ran for the door, ignoring Maggie's screaming commands for her to stop, jerking the barrier open and racing in naked panic down the hall toward the stairway… and thank God, just in time…!

Chief Lannigan was climbing the stairs toward her…!

Bige Lannigan grunted out a carnal, gasping choke of surprise as the naked girl with the flowing honey-blonde hair and jouncing breasts came running down the stairs tearfully, practically knocking him off balance as she threw herself into his arms… and she might have had not Max Keele beside him, caught hold of him just in time.

"Oh… oh my God, Chief Lannigan… you you… came… you came!" Jean cried, clinging to him tightly, totally unaware of Max Keele's presence in her disorganized, drugged brain… in fact, abruptly incapable of remembering why she was running… and she stared into Lannigan's cherubic, benign face blankly.

The obese man chuckled lewdly. "Yeah," he said, grinning at Max. "Maybe I did at that!"

The Director of Correction, with grumbling pains still gnawing at his groin, glared wickedly at Jean's youthfully naked beauty, vengeful retribution stimulating his lecherous brain. "Looks like Maggie's been playing with her," he said leeringly. "But the little bitch hasn't been up there long enough to go the route… must be she got away on her, which, I wager, is scorching Maggie's ass."

Again, Bige Lannigan chuckled as Jean clung to him with her arms around his neck and he salaciously began to run his big pudgy hands over the smoothness of her nakedly trembling buttocks. "So, who's complaining?" the police chief rasped licentiously. "Christ, what a luscious little ass…!"

"She's higher than a fucking kite," Max said, watching covetously his lackey's gross hands work on the resilient, firm flesh of her buttocks. The little cunt, and he'd planned to keep her all for himself… but now she was going to be taught a lesson. No bitch kicked Max Keele in the nuts and got away with it! "Where's your wife?"

"Upstairs," Chief Lannigan replied, holding tightly to Jean who had suddenly begun to squirm and writhe frantically. "The old sow couldn't wait to get up there and pick herself a cunt to eat."

Max snorted out a laugh. "Par for the course. Well, come on, let's take doll-baby up where she can really enjoy the party," he said, grasping one of Jean's arms while the police official held to the other and they forced her up the stairs.

It was impossible for Jean in her drugged mental state to comprehend what was happening to her; yet, brief instants of truth continued to pierce the dazing mantilla overwhelming her mind… until vaguely she came to realize that she had been drugged… but worse, that Chief Lannigan was anything but a friend… he was one of them!

Oh God…! Oh, dear God…! What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, she tried to struggle to keep her wits against the powerful effects of the numbing dosage of whatever it was they had given her, aware as she was escorted between them that Max Keele's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust upward into her strangely moist and dilated vaginal passage, the obscene act causing luridly weird sensations to race through her loins and belly with every step she took; while the deceptive police chief was clutching and squeezing one of her breasts salaciously, twisting and pinching its tiny hard nipple to add to her unwanted excitement.

"Oh… ooohhh…" she whimpered out as Max began to swirl his thick finger inside her teenaged passage, hearing both men laugh… then, they were stopping before the big door and Max Keele was opening it with a key…

Again, Jean was hardly prepared for what she saw beyond that door. But, the maze of naked bodies in the soft light engaged in every form of obscene coupling and act only faintly registered as she was ushered to the center of the room and forced down on some sort of animal fur rug, the sounds of "ohs" and "ahs" and even laughter reaching her ears as if from another world.

She might have known fear had she been able to analyze her situation, but she could not, her torpid brain had progressed under the effects of the LSD to where little but instincts registered, and presently she knew that the stimulating sensation between her legs had ceased and a great disappointment swept over her. She started to cry… and then, recognized a face… a male face. It… it was Ken's and he was lying on his back completely stripped, stretched out on a davenport, a fat woman with great big breasts squatting up over his… his hardened thing that she was absorbing into her widespread, vagina… and another more slender woman standing beside them as if waiting for her turn, while her young husband rolled his head back and forth in what she reasoned to be, ecstasy. Jean smiled benevolently. It pleased her that he was happy…

And then she saw other faces with attached naked bodies that she recognized… Pretty little Sandy Jarvis sitting in a chair with Judge McGraw on his knees between her widespread thighs, obviously licking her pussy… and Carla Montez with a fat man cradled between her open thighs, pumping his heavy loins into her wildly, the expression on both of their faces telling her that they were enjoying what she had just been denied…!

"Do I get first crack, Max?" Jean nebulously heard Chief Lannigan question and looked up at the two men from where she sat on the floor. Both of them were now naked, their massive cocks jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls entirely visible to her from her position… and she couldn't resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest sac, her own instinctive desire piqued by all that had happened to her and what was going on before her dazed eyes around the room.

Bige Lannigan gave a start when her fingers tenderly touched his bloated balls, and lewdly he grabbed hold of his long, thick cock to stroke it. Max saw her unexpected movement, too, a jealous surge of lust charging through him. The little bitch! Her forced a grin: "Go ahead, Chief… only make it good!"