Mindy heard a buzzing, a nagging, annoying, distant hum like angry hornets. She reached up and touched her head, and the nasty sound increased tenfold in intensity. Through a strength of will she had not known she possessed, the girl forced her eyes open to look around. The first impressions received were not very favorable.
The brief glimpse of the room, before everything gyrated wildly and made her unbearably dizzy, showed her more of a prison cell than a hotel room. Cold, grey cement block walls and an iron-barred grille on a solid steel door just like Mindy had seen in hundreds of movies mocked her. She cradled her head in shaking hands, and soon the buzzing receded and died.
Head still honing, Mindy managed to sit upright in the bed. The bed seemed out of place in the spartan surroundings. Mindy managed to force her eyes open and carefully surveyed her quarters. The bed, nearest at hand, first caught her attention. It was an expensive model, kind-sized and had an elaborately embroidered pattern on the bedspread. The furniture in the tiny room was all high-grade polished mahogany, heavy, intricately carved and very expensive. The floor was thickly carpeted in a soft, grey shag rug.
When Mindy took a tentative step onto the carpet, she sank ankle deep into the luxurious pile. Luxurious and curious. Mindy knew she must be at the mysterious Institute that the two thugs had mentioned. Unconsciously, her hand strayed to the tiny puncture wound on her left arm where Vic had jabbed her with the hypodermic needle laden with the knockout drug.
But if this was The Institute, it raised more questions than Mindy could ask in a lifetime. Why was the prison furnished with incredibly expensive trappings? And where was she? Still in Denver? But this question was one for which she could provide at least a partial answer. Mindy knew that Vic and Bren were anxious to get to a small county airport; that meant she was possibly within flying distance of Denver, small-plane flying distance.
Call it a thousand miles. Mindy shuddered at the thought. A thousand miles was a long way. She could be as far away as Dallas or Chicago or Los Angeles or Seattle. There was no way of determining how long she had been unconscious from the drug.
The heavy metal door squeaked open to reveal the silhouette of a woman standing in the harsh light of the hail outside. At first, Mindy could see nothing but the smooth, flowing lines of the woman's voluptuous figure. The woman stood in the doorway for long minutes, fists resting defiantly on her hips.
As if making a decision, the woman entered the room and allowed Mindy her first good look at her. The girl had to repress a gasp of honor. She was not quite sure how she could have fallen into the hands of anyone quite like this… woman.
The girl's captor was tall, five foot nine or ten. Fiery-red hair tumbled down over her shoulders, and startlingly violet eyes glared out their contempt for Mindy. The face was slightly angular, patrician, but decidedly attractive, even beautiful had it not been for the sneer marring the woman's regular features and contorting them into a mask of hatred.
But Mindy took all that in with a single glance. The woman's black leather outfit was what captured the girl's eyes and held them. A skin-tight black leather tunic, laced up the front to reveal creamy white flesh and the slivers of moonlike tits. The tunic came down over equally tight leather breeches which disappeared into the knee-high tops of shining, jet-black boots. Clutched in one trim, pale hand was a short, ugly-looking whip.
The black-leathered woman snapped the whip and instantly had Mindy's full attention. "I see you finally decided to wake up. I am Michelle, and I will be your guardian. If you have any questions or problems, I shall be the one who will handle them for you."
Mindy, wide-eyed, couldn't help but stare at the cruel leather encasing Michelle and at the even nastier whip that lightly dangled from those ghostly fingers.
Michelle began to pace back and forth across the ten-foot square of the room, but her eyes never left Mindy. "This is The Institute. Many of the inmates call it other things. When they do, they are disciplined."
The whip cracked again with a deft flick of her wrist.
"We offer services at The Institute for very wealthy, very influential people. They pay for absolute discretion on our part, and we provide them with anything they wish in the way of…"
Mindy choked out, "Whores?"
Michelle snapped, "NO! We are not a whorehouse! The Institute is something more, something greater. Through judicious use of our power, we influence foreign policy, domestic spending, legislation, many things which need not worry you. But The Institute is not a whorehouse. Say that again and you will be punished severely!" The ugly snap of the lash insured Mindy would not utter that vile word again.
"But, my pretty pretty, come and I shall show you something of your new life. I think there are several patrons currently within the walls. Watching them with other inmates such as yourself will prove instructive."
"Where are we?"
"The Institute, you stupid little bitch! Surely, we have not paid so much for an idiot?"
"I mean, what part of the country is this?" Mindy was frightened by Michelle's intensity.
"It does not concern you. Nothing will ever again concern you except giving our patrons their every wish. Come!"
Michelle grabbed Mindy's shoulder with polar cold fingers and propelled the young girl into the passageway outside the cell. Mindy gasped anew as she saw the incredible decor. Obviously chosen by a wealthy sybarite, everything in view screamed, "Pleasure! Pleasure!"
The walls were covered with scarlet velvet and strips of golden wallpaper, and breaking the pattern at set intervals were smoky glass mirrors with spider webs of gold lacing across the surface. The exterior of all the cell doors was a uniform black leather cruelly held to the iron by large brass studs. The tiny barred window was barely noticeable amid the splendor of the hall decorations.
Mindy did not get the chance to further survey her sumptuous prison because Michelle shoved her down the hall, then into a passage running perpendicular to the first. Mindy was dragged along until they came to a door, indistinguishable from the cell doors except by its lack of iron grating. The girl's captor opened the door and pushed her inside. The room itself was very dimly lit and appeared to be a miniature movie theater. Sumptuous chairs were lined up to face one wall. When Mindy's eyes adapted to the dimness, she saw the purpose of the room. The wall was a one-way mirror looking into the next room where a powerfully built man in his late forties was butt-fucking a young girl.
Mindy couldn't drag her eyes from the girl who was even younger than she. The girl had her hands bound behind her back and was bent double over the back of an ornately carved wooden chair to expose her small, round ass to the man's lascivious attentions.
"You like the view, my pretty pretty?" Michelle leered. "Soon, that will be you in there instead of Heather, but of course I can't guarantee you'll get a senator for a patron."
Mindy's green eyes widened. "You mean he's a…"
"But of course. I told you our patrons were of only the highest caliber, those needing discretion at all costs while they satisfy their sexual needs that go… outside society's accepted limits. Some of our patrons are heads of state, some financial wizards and heads of large corporations, all are powerful men and women with… quirks… to their sexual needs. We supply a perfectly natural outlet for those otherwise thwarted drives."
Mindy shuddered. Her eyes strayed back to the room and saw the girl still bent double over the chair; the man had left.
Mindy jumped when Michelle reached over and lightly touched her shoulder. "If you would care to see more, the next room seems to have an interesting tableau."
Mindy allowed herself to be guided to the back of the room, through a door and into another room the duplicate of the little theater they had left. This one-way mirror revealed a room decorated in late-fifteenth-century Spanish Inquisition style. Pulleys, chains and various restraining devices littered the room. A rack was partially inclined against the far wall, and – Mindy swallowed hard when she saw it – a tiny brazier blazed merrily in the center of the room.
In the brazier were four branding irons. All red-hot.
Michelle chuckled and said, "We don't allow our patrons to disfigure the inmates. Often. And then they have to pay dearly for it."
"Ah, look at this!" The woman settled back in a plush-lined chair with obvious eagerness to see the spectacle unfolding before her eyes.
A woman with short-cropped, nearly white hair entered the room and went to a cabinet laden with whips and short riding crops. She selected a vicious-looking, leather-wound riding crop and swatted it across her palm a few times, testing its sting. She appeared satisfied, then her mouth moved in a silent command that seemed to be, "I'm ready."
Michelle turned to Mindy and asked, "Do you want sound? I can turn on the microphones. No?" She chuckled again and said, "I don't like the sound, either. I prefer to just watch."
From the far end of the glass-lined room came another young girl. She was brunette, a teenager for sure, and frightened out of her wits. Mindy didn't blame her at all. Not only was she stark naked, but she had been thrust into a room with a woman brandishing a wicked-looking implement of pain.
The woman with the short-cropped hair commanded the girl to kneel in front of her. Hesitantly, the girl did as she was bid. Mindy couldn't see what occurred next, but the girl apparently refused. The short leather crop descended and landed a stinging blow on the bared shoulder. It left an ugly red welt but did not break the skin.
"See? Nothing mars the beauty of a fine girl quicker than scars. We don't allow anything that will permanently disfigure our inmates. It ruins their long-term value."
Mindy snapped, "You don't mean inmate. You mean sex slave, don't you?" She was rewarded with a backhand slap that started her head ringing again.
"Watch your language or I'll cut your tongue from your pretty head. Some of our patrons desire absolute quiet, and that might be an added attraction for them."
Mindy felt the warmth in her face where the long-fingered hand had slapped her. She defiantly said, "When my dad finds out where I am, you better watch out then! He's got a mean temper."
Michelle laughed, but it was a humorless sound, cold and eerie as a graveyard at midnight. "Your father?" She laughed again. "Your father won't be looking for you. He knows where you are!"
"What do you mean?" Mindy had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she knew what the woman meant, but wanted to hear it anyway.
"Your father is a heavy drinker. He is also unable to restrain himself from heavy betting. And he's not very good at either vice. He lost quite a bit of money to one of our other enterprises. He couldn't make good on his losses when asked. We therefore agreed to cancel his debts and give him five hundred dollars in exchange for a prime piece… of merchandise."
"YOU!" The woman was triumphant.
Mindy began to cry.
Michelle looked back into the room and saw the patron stripped to the waist. The teenager was licking the platinum-haired woman's shoes while the woman unfastened the mid-calf skirt that hindered her slave's attentions.
"Come, let's go to one of the rooms. Watching this is making me horny. Does it have the same effect on you, Mindy?" The girl continued to weep. Michelle slid one arm around her and powerfully lifted. Mindy seemed to fly out of the comfortable seat and landed on her feet.
"Let's go!"
The last thing Mindy saw of the room as she glanced backward over her shoulder was the girl licking the woman's cunt while the riding crop landed stinging blows on her shoulders and back.
The kidnapped girl was pushed down the lavishly decorated hall to still another of the leather-bound doorways. Michelle kicked the portal open and shoved Mindy inside. This room was similar in many ways to the chamber outfitted from the Spanish Inquisition. Only the brazier with its flaming irons was missing; none of the chains and pulleys, ropes and straps was absent.
"Please, Michelle, please!" the girl implored, falling to her knees.
"Are you begging me so early? You're not going to be any fun at all." Michelle went to the cabinet on the wall and stuffed her whip inside to withdraw a short lash made from braided hemp ropes. She flexed her smoothly muscled arm several times, sending the braided strips smashing into the wall with a dull thud.
Mindy wasn't sure what happened. She remembered rising to her feet and rushing Michelle, intent on strangling the woman with her bare hands. As fast as a cat, Michelle reacted with perfect coordination and skill.
Mindy was expertly snared and thrown over a well-rounded hip to land in a pile at the red-haired woman's feet. Michelle looked down at her, then smirked.
"I have a black belt in judo, and I'm quite proficient in karate as well." With that, Michelle pivoted and drove her fist squarely down on a table top. Mindy flinched when the table split in two with the sharp report of a rifle echoing throughout the chamber. She studied the splintered table for an instant, then tried to crawl away from this most dangerous woman.
"I think it would be best for me to bind you. You could get all sorts of ideas about attacking me when my back is turned." Michelle rummaged in the cabinet and pulled out a pair of regulation police handcuffs. A quick flick of steel flashed in the brightly illuminated room and Mindy's hands were securely fastened behind her. The cruel, unyielding metal of the handcuffs cut into her tender wrists and made her wince in pain. She could only compare it to the time in chemistry lab when she spilled sulfuric acid on herself and had not washed it off quickly enough.
It was a burning, throbbing pain that would not let her alone.
Michelle studied her handiwork, then smiled her cruel smile. "That should keep you under control, my pretty pretty."
Then the woman in black leather fumbled in the cabinet once again and came out with the most obscene thing Mindy had ever been forced to witness.
Michelle extracted a large dildo, rubbery and glistening. It was fastened to a belt which she quickly looped around her waist and buckled securely. There was another strap which ran between her legs and tied to the back of the belt, splitting her asscheeks and widely spreading them as well as pressing down firmly along her leather-sheathed cuntlips.
Mindy was driven out of her mind with fear and loathing. She clumsily stood, then hurled herself against the leather-clad Amazon preparing to rape her with the dildo. The mock prick bobbed and swayed as Michelle stumbled to fall heavily.
The girl bolted for the door, only to find it securely fastened. With her hands locked behind her, Mindy knew instantly that she was caught in a trap from which she could not easily escape.
Michelle stood, rubbing a bruised shoulder. Her voice was iceberg cold. "You should never have done that, my pretty pretty. I shall be forced to discipline you. But it is for your own good. Otherwise, you might continue to resist the inevitable."
A long, ebony leather whip fell from that seemingly endless array of apparatus in the cabinet. Michelle twitched slightly and the whip uncoiled. A rippling of her shoulder muscles apparent through the tight leather garments produced an overhand snapping of the lash. The stinging tip sailed through the air and lightly touched Mindy's hip. It was a gentle, caressing touch that did not even leave a red welt on the creamy white flesh underneath the denim.
However, the full power of the blow was absorbed by Mindy's blue jeans. The seam popped apart as if dynamite had exploded it. A second whip attack whistled through the air to land on Mindy's other hip, reproducing the assault on the jeans.
Michelle was slowly stripping Mindy of all her clothing with the expert use of the black leather strip.
Mindy tried to flee, to dodge the rain of falling leather, but it was a futile attempt. No matter how she twisted and turned, dove or tried to elude the whip's eager tongue, it found her. Clothing soon hung in tatters, and the more she wiggled and fought to escape the cruel lash, the more it aided Michelle. The now flimsy clothing began to fall from Mindy's body simply from her movements.
Seeing this, Mindy knew that it was impossible to escape and that she was only giving Michelle the challenge she thought lacking. Mindy stopped her wild, unreasoning flight and stood stock still, shoulders thrust back and chest forward. The twin buttons of her nipples were exposed with four deliberate, quick snaps of the hungry whip.
"My pretty pretty, you've decided to cooperate. It was just becoming interesting, a real test of my skill with the whip. But you've warmed me up enough to enjoy this." Michelle reached down to grab the obscene rubber contrivance that bounced up and down from her crotch.
A leer marring her otherwise beautiful features, the woman tossed her head slightly and sent a rippling wave through her hair, carrying it behind her shoulders and away from her eyes. She advanced on Mindy with deliberation, reveling in the sight of the girl's reaction of fright and dread.
Like a vulture living off another's emotions, Michelle seemed to grow in stature and evilness as she approached. She wiggled the imitation cock as she crooned, "It'll drill into you so smoothly, so smoothly, my pretty pretty."
Mindy stood as if hypnotized, paralyzed and unable to do anything but watch the huge rubber dildo. Flesh-colored, purple-headed, it even had a large blue vein standing out on the top like a real man's dick.
Michelle reached out and took a firm grip on the tatters of material that still clung to Mindy's young body. The woman quickly removed the last vestige of cloth, and Mindy stood totally naked before her. Michelle licked her lips slowly, provocatively, and Mindy could see that the red-haired woman was growing hotter and hotter in anticipation.
Michelle's tits rose and fell as her breath rate accelerated. The lacing on her tight jerkin began to show signs of strain and the thin slivers of white tit flesh oozed out of their bindings, displaying the luscious boobs in the central slash of her leather top. Mindy could even see Michelle's nipples hardening sufficiently to poke twin peaks through the leather garment. Obviously aroused, Mindy wondered in a remote, detached manner if the lesbian's curd was gushing forth tidal waves of lubricants, inner juices that would soon trickle down her thighs, imprisoned by the cruelly tight leather breeches.
But it didn't matter. Not to Mindy. What really mattered was what Michelle had in mind for her handcuffed captive. Mindy rapidly found out when the redhead tentatively reached out to caress one of her firm, fine exposed tits.
Mindy sucked in her breath at the feather-light touch. In spite of herself, she felt an electric thrill surge through her body when Michelle's hand brushed against the tiny nubbin of her left nipple.
"Ah, my pretty pretty likes that, does she?" In a flash, the soft, soothing voice changed back to one dripping icicles. "Down on your knees, slut! You're nothing but an animal and like an animal I'll fuck you!"
Michelle shoved out with both hands. When the redhead's hands impacted against Mindy's sensitive tits, she gasped, then stumbled back to collide with the wall. The unyielding wall allowed her the chance to crumple to the floor without hurting herself. Hands cuffed firmly behind, she was at Michelle's mercy. She found she was dizzy and unable to even balance properly.
Sitting, back supported by the cold wall, legs spread wide, Mindy waited for whatever would come next. She did not have long to wait. Michelle snapped, "Up on your knees. KNEEL BEFORE ME!!"
Unable to attain such a position, Mindy was aided by Michelle in a most humiliating manner. Michelle reached down and grabbed a handful of pussy, then reached under one arm and lifted. She dumped the screaming girl down into the desired position. Once there, she commanded, "Start kissing my cock!"
When Mindy hesitated, pain, still hotly radiating from her tortured snatch, the half-forgotten braided rope lashed out and landed a stinging blow across her shoulders. Another and yet another convinced her the degradation could not possibly be as bad as the pain jabbing into her tensed shoulder muscles. Mindy moved forward cautiously until she could press the detestable rubber prick against her lips. Michelle moved forward slightly and thrust with her hips, ramming the dildo between the teenager's pursed lips. Mindy tried to prevent the entry by clamping down with her teeth, but the sudden move had caught her unaware.
Vile-tasting rubber in her mouth, she almost gagged. Michelle uttered a low-pitched laugh and took a step back, allowing her dildo to slip from between Mindy's straining lips. The girl had closed her eyes, but now she opened them. At the tip of her nose was a black-encased cunt, a rubber appendage slapping lewdly against her forehead. Beginning to cry from the humiliation being heaped upon her, Mindy slumped down. Several blows landed on her back, smarting and aching.
"Get up and kiss my cock!" came the command one more time.
Mindy straightened, but Michelle had taken a half-step away. She strained forward to kiss the dildo, but Michelle took another half-step back. Mindy fell face down on the floor, unable to break her fall with her hands.
"Now that's just the way I want to see you. Giving me the proper obeisance, just the right amount of cringing homage. And that white, fleshy ass protruding up into the air, a tight, moist little pussy drooping down underneath like some bitch in heat."
"And, like a bitch, I'll take you!"
The redhead slipped around Mindy and positioned herself behind the awkwardly placed girl. Michelle dropped to her knees, reached out and spread Mindy's legs to fully expose the gaping cunt. She took the dildo and guided it to Mindy's gash.
Mindy twitched as she felt the dildo against her delicate cuntlips. She moaned out, "Please leave me alone. Leave me… Aieeee!"
As she began her plea to the merciless woman, Michelle rammed the rubber prick into Mindy's twat, using more force than necessary. The huge girth of the fake cock disappeared completely into the awaiting hole. Michelle smirked as she felt the tremors quaking through her captive's body. As if those shiverings were transmitted to her body through real, living flesh, Michelle felt her crotch begin to prickle, to grow hot and moist with the action she was forcing on Mindy.
Michelle grabbed twin handfuls of ass flesh and agonizingly withdrew from her female sheath. Mindy shuddered continuously, then gasped again as the redhead heaved herself forward once more. Michelle couldn't feel the enormously long cock smash into Mindy's cervix, but the girl did. It hurt abysmally and she began to cry, making no attempt to hide her emotional outpourings.
"What's the matter, my pretty pretty? Don't you like the feel of my cock inside your cunt?" Michelle reached around the doubled-up girl's body and began groping along the slippery gash until she found the meek little button of a clitoris. With expert strokes, Michelle curled her index finger around the tiny shaft of Mindy's passion-trigger and began to traverse its short length tenderly, lovingly.
Mindy's cries soon became those of uncontrollable passion. Pain forgotten under Michelle's expert fingering, even the rubber cock thrusting in and out of her cunt became an erotic stimulus. Her entire universe became one of carnal pleasure, centered around her quivering, excited clitoris.
The erectile tissue grew and thrust out to allow Michelle better access. Mindy's body became a traitor to her brain and began to demand more and more of the fine, hedonistic sensations. The warmth soon grew throughout her crotch and was aided by the dildo reaming her steaming twat. The friction inside her cunt hole as well as the delicate fingering of her clit ignited the fuse to the powder keg buried in her loins.
The orgasm lanced through her and erupted with atomic intensity, blotting out everything except the monstrously huge dildo in her cunt. Michelle began fucking in and out with demonic fury, her own orgasm starting.
Almost simultaneously, both surged and rocked and bucked with the hurricane winds of ultimate sexual release smashing through their bodies. Michelle's orgasm was less intense and she regained control before the writhing girl impaled by the rubber prick.
The red-haired, leather-clad woman pulled her dildo from the girl's clutching cunt, noting the sparkling, gleaming pussy juice soaking into the rubber.
As she studied her imitation dick, Mindy finally glided down from the sexual high she was riding out. Forehead pressed firmly against the floor, feeling returning to her body, she noticed the incredible tensions across her shoulder blades. Having her hands cuffed behind her was beginning to exact its toll. The delightful feelings that had played throughout her body were now replaced by pain and terribly aching muscles.
Michelle stood and unbuckled her male attachment. "You seem to enjoy the benefits of being an inmate at The Institute. Well, my pretty pretty, we'll have to go and find you a patron before the day is out. No sense in letting your hot little cunt cool off, is there?"
Michelle laughed, an ugly sound.
Mindy took a deep breath, and her resolve firmed. Her father had sold her into slavery. But she had once eluded him. She could escape from The Institute, also.