LLP-253 Kappy (Son Of Kaptain) Volume Two by Jon Reskind


Chapter 1


Not even the drab gray :Detention Home uniform she wore could hide the 
lovely, honey-blonde haired girl's young voluptuous curves as she 
walked along the dingy corridor ahead of the ugly-faced Chief Matron. 
With striking, wide green eyes alertly acknowledging unspoken words of 
encouragement from sister inmates framed in the barred openings behind 
locked cell doors, and with the firm little chin of her angelically 
beautiful, teenaged face held proudly high, Jean Wilson moved with a 
defiant, almost haughty gratefulness that neither the corrupt 
institution nor its depraved keepers had been able to strip from her in 
the short period she had been imprisoned.

Her wealth of long golden hair tumbling about her softly sloping, 
feminine shoulders created a vestal-like aureole belying the sensuous 
enticement of her high-set firmly thrusting young breasts and the 
gentle, provocative sway to her smoothly rounded hips and buttocks, and 
she was not unaware of the burning, lecherous eyes of her keeper 
hungrily undressing her from behind as she walked. She had already been 
schooled by her cellmates, Sandy Jarvis and Carla Montez, as to the 
lustfully perverted character of the ugly-faced, middle-aged woman. 
But, as her young informers had advised, the chances of falling, or 
being "tossed," into the woman's hands were small as long as one 
pleased the madam Superintendent and her equally lecherous, handsome 
spouse, the state Director of Correction, a horrifying plight that both 
she and her young husband, Ken, had already been subjected to.

In fact, at that very moment, Jean's unemotional expression was but a 
facade hiding the inner turmoil of fear, degradation, and heartbreak 
that had raged constantly within her since her awakening from the 
drugged stupor Maggie and Max Keele had forced upon both Ken and 
herself only days before. She could still barely comprehend the obscene 
sexual abuses they had been slavishly made to endure at the hands of an 
evil group of older men and women called the Spaxtons. That their 
tormentors had been wealthy and influential state officials of 
prominence only added to her sense of helplessness; yet, as morally 
shattered and fitfully despondent as she was, the determination to 
fight and resist them still burned intently within her curvaceous young 
body, and to all outward appearances she was far from being the mind-
broken sexual tool the stunningly beautiful Maggie Keele made of her 
unfortunate inmates.

"This way, Wilson," the big boned, heavy breasted matron known to Jean 
only as Seybor ordered, guiding her onto an elevator with a painful 
knuckle in the small of her back. "And I'd advise you to drop that 
snooty, stuck-up chin of yours a couple of inches before you walk into 
the Super's suite. You ought to have learned by now that she doesn't 
take kindly to smart-assed young pussy like you, oh?"


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