A shudder of cold apprehension rippled over Jean's soft, satiny flesh beneath the plain, unattractive uniform. She had no idea why the austerely ravishing official had taken such a dislike to her from the very beginning, when she and Ken had been ordered to serve out their probationary sentences as domestic servants in their private home. But she unquestionably had… and then had seductively coerced Ken into illicit sex, while the handsome Director had raped… or at the very least, blackmailed her into a wantonly shameful sexual performance she would never be able to wipe from her memory, any more than she would the unbelievable bestial acts with their dog, Kappy, that she had been a part of later on…

"You know, Wilson, if you'd just smarten up a bit and be nice to the right people around here, you'd have it made," Seybor suggested, interrupting the exquisite blonde teenager's anguished thoughts, a lurid half-grin playing around her homely, thin-lipped mouth.

Immediately, a feeling of repugnance washed through Jean's tremulous belly at the obvious meaning of the big Chief Matron's advice, but she tried to ignore it. All the same, it brought to memory the way she had run from the bedroom of Maggie Keele that night of the terrible Spaxton meeting when the Superintendent, enticingly naked, had nearly mesmerized her into a revolting lesbian act… and this, too, Jean realized, the stunning official had not forgiven her for. She couldn't help but wonder with that abominable experience plaguing her, why the woman had sent for her, or what dreaded thing lay ahead…

Abruptly, her thoughts were once more severed as she felt the hot, heavy hand of the homely Matron smooth caressingly over the soft curve of one rounded, resilient buttock, and every muscle in her young voluptuous body tautened abhorrence. Her reflexive action was automatic as she pivoted and slapped the older woman sharply across the face.

"Damn you! Don't you ever put your filthy hands on me again!" Jean spat through clenched white teeth.