The alarm rang insistently until Mindy opened bleary eyes to stare at the luminous clock face. It was 6:45, time to get up and prepare for school. She slowly pulled herself erect in bed, repressing the sob that threatened to rack her body again. Mindy finally swung her long legs over the side of the bed and onto the cold linoleum floor, wincing at the pain jabbing through her bruised cunt.
She found her robe and slipped into it, then went to the bathroom to take a hot bath. She unlocked her bedroom door and peered out into the hallway. Faint snoring noises echoed down from her parents' bedroom and told her that they were both still asleep. She hastily dashed for the sanctuary of the bathroom.
The door closed with a comforting click, and she made sure the tiny button was pushed in, locking the portal against unwanted visitors. But Mindy didn't kid herself. She knew her father could get in easily enough if he wanted to rape her again. The girl counted on the alcohol to have been burned from his head with nothing but agonizing hangover remaining to torment him.
A quick twist of the silvered handles brought forth a flood of hot water to fill the tub. In a few minutes, the bathroom was steamy and tropical country humid. She languorously slipped into the blood-warm water, relishing the feel of it caressing her skin, soothing away the soreness in her muscles. Immersed in the water, Mindy almost fell asleep again, then remembered her intentions of leaving this house forever.
She quickly scrubbed herself, gingerly soaping her aching twat and bruised tits, then reluctantly left the tub to vigorously dry herself with a large, fluffy yellow towel. The feel of the downy fabric was so nice against her skin, Mindy wished she could continue all day long, just stroking the softness back and forth across her body.
But she knew it wasn't possible. She had to leave. Now. Today. Without hesitation. If she started to think about running away from home, she was afraid she could argue herself out of it. And Mindy shuddered at the consequences of that. After the previous night, and the threat of her father, she was no longer safe. If he could rape his own daughter one night, the next he might as easily carry through with his threat of murdering her.
Mindy wasn't going to take that risk.
Mindy carefully dressed, choosing her clothing with great deliberation. Since it was impossible to just walk out with a suitcase, she would have to leave with only the stuff she could wear. Her meager bisque china piggy bank only coughed up eighteen dollars and a few odd cents, but her determination knew no limits. It might not to much, she might not be able to take much with her, but she would make do. She'd, survive and return here one day for her revenge.
Mindy stared at herself in the tiny mirror on her dresser and looked at herself in the eye as she made that solemn vow. How or when she would even the score with her incestuous father, she didn't know, but she would.
Her wardrobe selection took longer than she had anticipated. At long last, she decided on a durable set of denim blue jeans a simple peasant blouse with a brown corduroy jacket, leaving behind more attractive outfits. Even though the spring days were warm, the nights got very cold in Colorado. If she happened to end up in the mountains, it would be even colder, and a bit of protection against the chilly night air was a must. The jacket was a necessary burden; besides it was a gift from Bill.
Mindy momentarily thought of her boyfriend, then knew it would do no good to tell him of her plans. He might try to talk her out of leaving. And even if he didn't, she was afraid he would tell the police she had gone; the cops would be sure to check with all her friends first as soon as she didn't come home.
Money tucked in a pocket, the teenage blonde loaded her purse with some candy bars she'd been hoarding. It was about all the food she would be able to take along since she doubted her parents would leave the kitchen before she normally left for school.
And she wanted nothing to interfere with their thinking everything was normal. Mindy couldn't bear the thought of having the police hounding her, stalking her across the country like some dangerous criminal. Not when all she really wanted was her freedom, to get away from a really bad scene.
She straightened her shoulders and walked into the dining roam. Her father was already seated, a plate of bacon and two fried eggs in front of him. The yellow yolks on the eggs seemed to mock her, stare at her as if knowing what she was plotting. Mindy repressed a shudder and sat down, not in her usual seat beside her father, but at the far end of the breakfast table.
Her father only grunted, but her mother said, "Good morning, dear. Sleep well?"
It was obvious her mother had slept soundly throughout the daughter-raping psychodrama that had occurred in the hallway the night before. From the slightly drooping eyelids, Mindy considered the possibility that her mother was still a bit stoned on her tranquilizers.
"Yes, Mother. I slept well." Her inflection indicated far more than the words. Her father's eyes snapped up to meet her cold emerald-green ones, his face contorted with hate. But he said nothing and went back to slashing at his rubbery eggs.
"Here you are, Mindy." Daisy LaFarge placed a heaping plate of bacon strips and scrambled eggs in front of her daughter.
"Thanks, Mom. But I'm really not too hungry." She was in more of a hurry to leave, but she didn't dare come out and say that, not with her father glaring at her.
"Dammit, eat your food. I work hard to feed you. So eat what's put in front of you." Her daughter's gruff words brought her back to reality. She should eat; it might be a long time before she would have the opportunity again. And eighteen dollars and twelve cents wouldn't last very long, even buying cheap hamburgers.
Breakfast was finished without further conversation. Larry LaFarge glared at his wife and daughter. Daisy seemed to drift away into a fantasy world that was so much better than the harsh reality of her life. Mindy was content not to say anything to either of them.
Glancing at the clock, Mindy announced, "Got to run or I'll be late for school."
She was half out of her chair when her father snapped, "Sit down! You got another ten minutes before you have to leave. Finish up the toast. Here's the jelly."
Mindy collapsed back into the chair. She nervously licked her lips and felt tiny beads of perspiration break out on her palms. Why did he want to keep her around, today of all days? Could he somehow know what she was planning?
"Thanks." Mindy absentmindedly spread the gooey strawberry preserve on the last piece of toast. When she bit into it, neither the bread nor the jelly seemed to have any taste. Mindy carefully wiped her hands along her thighs to dry them of the sweat, then downed a large gulp of milk to help her swallow the mouthful of bread and jelly.
She glanced up again at the clock and tried one more time. "I really have tote heading for school. I don't want to be late."
Her father studied the hands on the electric clock, then nodded. "Okay. Get going. And don't get into any more trouble."
Mindy scowled at him, kissed her mother good-bye, hefted her candy bar laden purse and a couple of books, then quickly dashed out the front door. In the yard, she felt as if a heavy load had been lifted from her young shoulders. It was approaching summertime, and the fragrance of blossoms and fresh-mown grass hung heavily in the air, buoying up her spirits immensely. She took a deep breath, then exhaled.
It was a breath of freedom.
The girl briskly walked to the cement of the sidewalk before glancing back at the house. Seeing her father peering out from behind the living-room curtains, she turned in the direction of school and began walking. Her pace lengthened and soon she was almost running.
She'd made it! She was free! Mindy carefully thought of all the potentialities open to her now that she had escaped her father's evil clutches. With so little money, she'd better try hitchhiking to get away. If she could get to I-25 off I-70, Mindy figured she would stand a good chance of thumbing a ride. But she'd have to choose carefully. Even though she'd never hitched a ride before, she knew it would be impossible at places like the Mouse Trap, that dangerous, devious twisting of the interstates. But once in the area, the direction didn't really matter as long as it led away from Denver.
The muted roar of a powerful car approached from behind. She glanced back at the car, then figured she had better take the plunge and see if hitchhiking was the answer to her escape. She stood on the curb and held out her thumb.
Mindy was both surprised and delighted when the black Cadillac pulled to a stop at the curb. There were two men inside, but the girl was too exhilarated with her success to care.
"Want a ride, kid?" the man in the passenger's seat called.
"Sure, mister. How far you going?"
The man laughed maliciously. "We'll go as far as you want. Maybe a lot farther. Get in."
Mindy hesitated. There was an alarm ringing deep inside her head telling her "No!" The man's tone wasn't right; she was getting in too deeply before she was out of her own neighborhood.
"Never mind. It's a nice day. I guess I'll walk after all."
The voice came cold as an iceberg. "Get in, Mindy."
She started to protest; then what he'd said hit her like a powerful body punch. The man knew her name!
"How do you…" But it was too late. If she had run instead of beginning the question, she might have escaped. The man leaped from the car and reached Mindy's side in one powerful surge. Steely fingers closed on her arm and pulled her into the car. An almost casual tensing of his shoulder muscles tossed her into the back seat.
She realized for the first time how strong this man was. From her cage in the back seat of the car, she gazed in fright at her captors the driver's shoulders were immense. The girl had never seen a broader back, even on a weight-lifter. The man in the passenger's seat turned and surveyed her, his beady eyes growing as he took in every curve and bulge along her supple, young body.
The man had tiny black eyes, greased hair combed straight back from his forehead and, from the forearm resting on the seat, muscles as massive and powerful as those of the driver. Mindy had gotten a hint of just how strong when he had tossed her like a rag doll into the back of the car.
"Now, you're a real sharp-looking chick. Real sharp. Don't you think so, Bren?" The slightly rat-faced Juan never took his coal-black eyes from her.
The driver responded. "Yeah, Vic, real sharp looking. How long before the plane leaves?"
The rat-faced man casually shrugged. "An hour or so. We got plenty of time." Staring directly into the frightened girl's bright-green eyes, Vic continued, "It's almost an hour before the plane leaves. You want to have some fun?"
Mindy swallowed hard, her mouth dry as cotton. She finally managed to croak out, "Where are you taking me?"
"My lovely young cunt, you have the privilege of being taken to The Institute. A great honor for one so young, but that's the way they like 'em there. Ain't it, Bren?"
The driver merely grunted.
"Wh-What's this Institute?"
"Now, that's something you're gonna find out real soon. But we got time to kill, and I think me and Bren could spend some real nice time with you."
"Look, uh, Vic, you're kidnapping me, right?" Seeing his eyes reaching out and caressing her lithe body, Mindy rushed ahead with what she was saying. "It's no good. My folks don't have a dime. Let me go and you can nab somebody with rich relatives. My old man couldn't get the money together for bus fare across town."
As if he hadn't heard a word she'd said, Vic repeated, "An hour. Yeah. A whole Goddamn hour."
"Look, Vic… Bren… I don't want to go to this Institute or whatever it is, so, uh, maybe we could…" Her voice failed her, but she valiantly continued. "…we could swap favors."
Vic peered at her, his brows furrowing. "Swap favors? Whatcha mean by that?"
"Well, you said you have an hour to kill before your plane leaves. I could… cooperate, or not. Promise to let me go and…"
"And you'll cooperate, huh? Now, that's right nice of her, ain't it, Bren?"
"Well?" Mindy asked anxiously.
"Well, young lady, I figure we'll take you up on it. We got the time. Pull over, Bren. Anywhere'll do."
"If I do what you want, you'll let me go?"
"You're the one who said your parents ain't got the bread for a ransom. It'd be real stupid of us not to take what we could, now, wouldn't it?"
The Cadillac bumped to a stop at the side of the road, and Vic crawled aver the back of the seat to join Mindy. As be was unfastening his zipper, Bren protested, "What the hell's going on, man? Why do I have to get sloppy seconds?"
"Hey, cool it! She said she'd do anything, you know?"
"Hell, I always get the used stuff. Just like with that French chick. Aw, go on, blow your rocks off you son of a bitch." Bren lounged back in the driver's seat, casually adjusting the rear-view mirror so he could watch. Mindy heard the man's zipper opening and saw him reach down to jerk himself off as he observed them.
"So, get 'em open, chick!" commanded Vic. "We ain't got all day."
Mindy silently opened the front of her jeans and wiggled her panties down to expose the fleecy muff nestled between her legs. Vic couldn't restrain himself. He reached out and grabbed a double handful of material and yanked down, peeling the clothing off Mindy like a monkey peels a banana.
"God, what a tight-looking cunt! How's this, baby?" Vic brutally jammed three fingers up her twat, causing Mindy to cry out piteously. "Yeah, real tight. Hot, too, ain't it?"
"Quit, please, that hurts! I said I'd cooperate. Just don't hurt me!"
"Hell, babe, I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna fuck you!" His rotating fingers slipped from Mindy's hairy crack, and he began to press the palm of his hand against her pussy mound. Grinding it back and forth, the man made Mindy feel the friction and pressure against her pubic bone. Tiny needles of sensation began to come to life in her crotch. In spite of the crude foreplay, she felt her box growing moist, hot, as internal lubricants began to sluggishly flow from her cunt.
Mindy gasped and bit her lower lip when Vic squeezed down on her blood-filled cuntlips and kneaded then from side to side. When he released his fur-rimmed handful of cunt meat, Mindy's juices gushed forth and deluged Vic's groping hand.
He grinned lasciviously and moved the hand to his lips to slowly lick her pussy oils from his hand. "Ummm, tasty cunt, you got. Right tasty, indeed!"
His hand returned to stroke the soft, inner thigh of the girl's leg. Vic started low, around the knee, and inexorably worked up until he barely touched the inflamed cuntlips. Then the rat-faced man retraced his path down the satiny inside of her leg. He repeated this again and again until she was gasping in reaction.
"Ooooh, that's… that's…" she moaned.
"It's what, baby? What is it?"
"Good! Goooood! It feels so niiice!"
"Then you're just going to love this!" Vic brutally forced Mindy's legs apart with his hands to expose the gaping, scalloped pink lips of her cunt. He lunged forward with practiced precision and speared her hole with his prick. As he entered her tightly stretched cunt, she screamed out in pain and agony.
"Godddddd! Nooooo! Oh, Christ, nooo!" she sobbed, feeling as if the man were pulling both legs off. As his tool drilled into her pussy, her sensitive internal membranes were stretched and pulled, causing her even more pain. Fire burned in her belly and quickly spread until her entire body screamed in torment. She couldn't tell which was worse, the horrifying prospect of Vic ripping her limbs off or tearing her open all the way to the chin with his dick.
Mindy began to sob as Vic thrust deeply into her twat. She waved her hands futilely in the air. He'd promised to let her go if she cooperated; he'd said so. In spite of the torture he inflicted; she could beat it. And then she'd be free of him.
Vic's breath came in short, fiery gusts as his passion mounted. Still holding the girl spread as far as his powerful muscles could manage, he began fucking her with short, rapid strokes.
As he blew his load into her cunt, he yelled out, "So tiight! So tiight!"
Mindy knew when he came; she could feel the hot cum searing her cunt walls, then trickle out and dribble down the tender inside of her thigh. He soon released his death grip on her legs and the relief on tortured muscles was too much for the girl's overloaded nervous system.
She began to cry.
Vic panted for a moment, then shoved his slippery rod back into his pants. With deliberate action, he slapped the teenager twice, once with the palm of his hand, then the back as he brought his hand in a return arc.
"Stop that! Bren's still gotta get his. Get back here, unless you already jacked off."
"Nope, still as stiff as a steel rod. But I don't want your slime all over me. No telling where you been sticking that prick of yours. She can suck me off."
Vic turned to Mindy, who was bravely trying to control her tears. "Hear that, honey? Bren wants you to give him some of that pretty head of your's."
Vic flopped back over the seat while Bren crawled into the back with Mindy.
Brett held his blood-red, hooded cock out hr front of him like a blind man with a cane. "Start sucking!" he commanded the frightened girl.
"I… I… p-please, n-no more!" Mind stuttered.
"Do it!" came the sharp command. "You promised!"
Mindy wiped her lips, then went down on the brawny man's jerking cock. It was fiery red from his masturbation, trying to get off watching the antics of his cunt-faced partner and the blonde.
Mindy hesitantly pursed her lips and formed an "O", but stopped before taking the monstrous cock into her mouth. Large hands reached out and entwined themselves in golden hair. With an irresistible force, her mouth was pulled down over the quivering dick presented to her. She felt the warm meat enter her mouth, and she started to gag.
Vic laughed cruelly from the front seat. "Told you that your cock was rotten, Bren!"
Not to be outdone, Bren grumbled, "Hell, my cock's so Goddamn big, she just can't take it!" He continued moving Mindy's head up and down his prickshaft until she felt the muscles in her neck begin to knot and tense.
"Suck, damn you, suck!"
Mindy began to suck, not really knowing what to do. She'd never had a man's prick in her mouth before. Her few sexual encounters with Bill and her father had all been straight fucks. And this seemed… perverse. She almost gagged again as Bren's long, throbbing boner jabbed into her mouth, attempting to dive down her throat.
Mindy's nose burrowed into the man's crotch hair. In spite of herself, she found that it tickled. She wrinkled her nose, then started to think for the first time since this entire episode began. If she could get Bren off as quickly as possible, they would release her and forget about her. She would be free again.
Mindy began to use her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Her cheeks went concave under the incredible pressure she exerted on Bren's prick. The man shivered slightly, then a pronounced trembling shook his body. He took his hands out of her hair as she went up and down his tool of her own volition.
"Goddamn, but she's really sucking now!" the man moaned, and leaned back to rest against the seat as Mindy continued sucking his stalk of blood-engorged meat. Finding her tongue in the way, Mindy decided to use it while she continued to suck. She tried to stuff the tiny pink tip of her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of Bren's shaft. It was impossible and she knew it, but the very attempt drove the man wild. He now thrashed about like he had some strange erotic form of palsy.
Mindy slowly came to realize she was controlling him, that she was calling the shots as long as her mouth was locked around his dick. Her agile tongue began a spiraling motion on the entire length of his cock, laying and bathing every square millimeter of meat with her sweet saliva.
When a crystal drop of pre-seminal fluid beaded at the end of Bren's fleshy rod, Mindy adroitly snared it with her tongue and made a lapping sound like a kitten confronted with a saucer of cream. She closed her jaws until her teeth lightly scored the man's tool. Feeling hint writhe and buck around her face, she started a slow, gradual sucking in of his entire cock. Her teeth glided down Bren's shaft and nearly drove him crazy from the fiery, fiercely erotic sensations jackhammering into his loins.
Mindy had to admit she was beginning to get off on cocksucking. It was a brand-new experience, one that she found exciting. The nearness of cock, right where she could see and smell it, was electrically invigorating. She felt her crotch going damp again, but this time she was the one to put a couple fingers up inside her hole. As she sucked and tongued Bren's prick, she began diddling herself.
The warmth soon spread throughout her belly and nerves began firing jolt after electric jolt in her entire body. As the first spasms of climax began to chip away at her control, she noticed her movements on Bren's prick were more and more sporadic. She sucked harder, even bit down harder as the waves of orgasm began surging through her body.
It was not long before she felt his sizable cock begin to expand in her mouth, growing in circumference and girth. It seemed to harden, pulse more vigorously, then, like a berserk fire hose, gallon upon gallon of salty, tangy jism jetted into her mouth.
Mindy swallowed the first mouthful in time to take a second. When she gulped that down and had a chance to savor the taste of man seed, her body again acted the traitor. Almost against her will, she sucked even harder than she had previously. Bren moaned constantly now, his hands tousling her blonde hair, hurting her with the intensity of his grip. She milked him for every single drop of jism locked in his balls.
Still licking the straining dick, she felt it shrink from its once mighty size and, finally, no amount of sucking could keep it a firm rod.
Bren pulled his limp tool from the teenager's mouth, then said, "I never been sucked like that before! Babe, I don't know who taught you how to give a blow job, but he was one helluva good teacher!"
Bren wiggled free and zipped up his trousers. He fumbled open the car door, then got back behind the steering wheel. Recovering his breath after the fierce face-fucking he'd just given Mindy – or, more accurately, she'd given him – he said to his partner, "Look at the time. We've just got enough time to get to Jeff Co Airport if we hurry."
Vic looked at his fancy wrist watch and nodded agreement. "If I give honey sucker back there ten cc's of Valium, that should take care of her until she gets to The Institute."
Mindy heard the low-voiced comment and protested loudly, "You said you'd let me go! I did what you asked! You've got to let me loose! You promised!"
Vic turned to the angry girl, smiled wickedly, and said, "Tough shit, doll. We lied."