John Reskind - Kappy

In a fleeting glance, Ken caught sight of Maggie Keele's face and knew that she was in the first throes of her own climax, as well as was Sandy with his pulsating cock ramming jack-hammer like into her omnivorously clasping passage. Then, the raven-haired older woman whimpered loudly as she grasped at Sandy's head, drawing it tightly up between her wide-splayed thighs, and he almost felt the red-haired girl's bubble burst with wildly building waves of pleasure racing through her loins and belly, while he choked out a gasping oath and felt his pumping cock begin to spew its white, hot load deep into her womb in jets of fiery sperm that splashed obscenely around inside her… then, Jean raised her lust-contorted face and he saw the full extent of her drug-incited passion… her lust-glazed eyes grew round and wide as she suddenly, as though her open vagina were spread-eagled over a torturing fire, began to moan: "Oooohhhh… oooahhhh… my God… I-I-I… I'm cummmiiinnuggg!"

She wailed until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side, her long honey-blonde hair flailing wildly as she began the initial, bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks back hard onto the thickening, driving, animal-cock with salacious frenzy.

Ken watched it all in the wake of his own dynamic release… Kappy's long, saliva dripping tongue hanging loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and dripping wetly onto the satiny tanned flesh of her back while he fucked into her greedily clasping young pussy with feral viciousness. Then, Jean shrieked once more, slamming her lushly trembling ass back against the dog-cock with a frantic jerk as simultaneously the beast thrust forward and his massively swollen cock began to squirt its hot, animal sperm deep up into her hungrily devouring belly in long, forcible streams. Again, Jean wailed, while her nakedly quivering buttocks began to contract spasmodically, and all watched to see the thickly white combination of human-animal cum nearly explode back out from the swollen lips of her teenaged cunt.

What followed was still beyond the realm of Ken's thinking. He wasn't certain, but he thought that his young wife, Jean, fainted, though when he tried to go to her, he was caught by rough male hands and swung abruptly around.

"Take him, Chief," Max ordered. "He's violated his probation… using drugs… lock him up! We'll take care of the particulars in the morning. And don't be nice to him, eh? You know how we feel about junkies, Bige… the scum of the earth!"

Ken heard the police chief chuckle, while he, himself, stared in disbelief at the director's evil grin, but before he could put up the meagerest struggle, he was being ushered forcibly from the room and down the hallway, still naked and staggering from the effects of all that had happened to him in the short, nightmarish span of the last several hours…

Jean had awakened and lay that way for a long time unnoticed, trying to familiarize herself with her cell-like surroundings and place the voices of the two girls who sat beside each other on one of the small beds, talking in low, confidential tones. Vaguely, their faces, then their uniforms, registered. A nauseating tightness gripped at her intestines and with a start, she raised to her elbows.

"Wh-Where am I…!" the blonde girl gasped, the sheet falling away from her breasts, making her aware of her nakedness. Modestly, she quickly drew the covering back up over their firm, rounded fullness and stared at the rapidly approaching two who both dropped on their knees beside her bed.

"So, at last you're awake, baby," the red-haired teenager Jean remembered as Sandy said and smiled. Tenderly, she took Jean's hand to hold between her own. "We were beginning to wonder if you were going to come out of it this month, weren't we, Carla?"

"You sure can sleep, honey," Carla replied with a pretty smile of her own.

Jean could only stare at them in bewilderment, while her swimming brain struggled to make sense from their statements… until slowly, a series of vile and horrifying recollections began to flash through her mind, adding sudden anxiety to her quaimish stomach. Her lovely green-eyes widened in growing panic. She exclaimed: "I-I'm in the home, aren't I…! Oh God… aren't I…?"

"There, there, baby, now don't get yourself all up tight," Sandy soothed gently, chafing the blonde girl's hand between her own.

"Tell me, for Lord's sake!" Jean choked, trying to raise up once more. "Why have they put me here…?"

Carla caught her shoulders, lightly but firmly pressing her back down onto the bed. "All right, honey, we'll tell you, but you better make up your mind that it isn't going to help getting all worked up! You've been hallucinating on acid for three days and nights, and unless you get a firm grip on yourself you're going to wind up in the booby ward…! Okay? Is that clear…?"

"Easy, Carla," Sandy said to the older girl. "You want to send her right back on a mind-bender…?"

"I want to snap her to her senses, and the first thing is to make her understand her situation," Carla answered determinedly, as if from experience, Jean thought, staring into the brunette's dark, piercing eyes.

"It's… it's all right…" the blonde girl managed, focusing her eyes on Sandy's attractive face. "I-I think I understand… and I'll try to… to keep hold of myself…"

"That's the girl," Carla praised, her lovely Latin face warming in a white, toothsome smile.

"Can… can you tell me why I'm here?"

"You were framed, honey," Carla answered in a near-whispering voice. "It's all part of the game here; they drugged you with LSD then charged you for breaking your probation by using the stuff. Obviously, either Papa or Mama Keele… or maybe both, want to keep you around for awhile."

"Oh… oh, my God!" Jean gasped, vivid memories of her obscene debauchery at their terrible orgy suddenly flashing through her sickened brain once more. Then, she remembered: "And… and Ken, my husband…? Where is he…?"

Neither of the girls answered immediately, until Carla finally said: "We're not sure, Jean, honey… but probably upstate…"

"Up… upstate…?" Jean repeated, her delicate complexion blanching as the full meaning of the Latin girl's words inscribed themselves in her mind. "You… you mean… prison…?"

It was their expressions that told Jean she was accurate, for neither girl chose to answer… and in an uncontrollable burst of tears she turned her back to them and wept despondently.

Oh God… what was to become of them now? Would she ever see her husband again…? Oh… oh, she wished she was dead…

Seybor's ugly face broke into a nasty smirk as she gazed across the desk at the raven-haired superintendent who sat leisurely in her large swivel-chair, petting Kappy's massive head while he lay nobly beside her.

"Well, she's finally up and taking nourishment, Mrs. Keele. I thought you'd like to know. She came out of it yesterday, but I figured an extra day in the sack might help her acclimate."

For a moment, Maggie said nothing, only stared at her desk while the chief matron's information classified itself mentally. So, the little bitch had finally come back to earth… which meant she was ready for proper training. It was time she learned that to defy Maggie Keele was to cut one's own throat around there… and there was no forgiveness in her for the way the little slut had ran out of her bedroom on the night of the Spaxtons meeting… Oh, she was going to pay all right…!

"Very well, Seybor… that sounds just fine," the statuesque official replied finally, a licentious gleam beginning to sparkle in her flashing dark-eyes, "because Kappy and I are right in the mood for her! Bring her in… I feel like some more pleasurable fun and games… how about you, Kappy, darling?"