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?"
The gallant animal's barks of response seemed almost human…!