Michelle picked Mindy up from the floor as if she were a suitcase, and a light one at that. The girl had ceased her crying and solemnly told herself that she would never again give Michelle or any patron of The Institute the satisfaction of seeing her show fear or humiliation. She realized what a burden this might be, but it would be personally satisfying and a goal that might enable her to maintain her sanity.
She doubted there would be much else except personal satisfaction ahead for her until she could escape.
The view Mindy received bouncing down the hall tucked under Michelle's arm was strange and distorted. The carpet spun in and out of her field of vision, and she managed to get a fairly good view of where she had been, if not where she was going. Soon, the black-clad woman located Mindy's cubbyhole inside the maze that was The Institute, and pushed the creaking iron door open with her free hand.
She dumped Mindy onto the grey shag carpet, then said, "I'll have a patron for you within an hour. You should be rested up enough to give him a good time for his money, my pretty pretty."
"Will you get these handcuffs off me?"
"In time, in time. I want to be sure you fully realize how truly helpless your situation is. You must cooperate. And I assure you, this mild punishment is nothing compared to what we can do."
Without another word, Michelle left.
Mindy, from her huddled posture on the rug, watched the shiny boots stride out the door. As soon as the iron door had clanged shut, Mindy began to squirm and managed to get a trim, smoothly muscled shoulder under her body. With a determined shove, Mindy rose to her knees, then to her feet, using the bed as a brace for her actions.
She flopped down on the soft, springy bed and quickly found she would not be able to lie comfortably on her back. The pain jabbed into the bound girl's shoulder blades and the weight of her body cut off circulation in handcuff-fastened wrists. The imprisoned girl managed to flip over to one side and stared out into the room. The agony tormenting her young body soon reduced to a dull ache, but the seething hatred that flooded her brain made her ever more certain she would conquer and win free from this slime pit of degradation into which her father had sold her.
Her every thought was black and grim. She was truly caught in a velvet-lined bear trap. That it had luxurious decorations did not diminish the fact that it was still a deadly trap, one to be free of at the soonest possible instant.
The time crept by sluggishly, and Mindy was unsure how long she lay on her side, waiting for Michelle to return and free her from the handcuffs that viciously bit into her slender wrists. At long last, the sleekly clad jailer entered Mindy's cell and looked down at her helpless charge.
"Well, my pretty pretty, I have finally located a patron for you. He has requested a little girl, perhaps ten or twelve, for his fun. You are a little old for him, but still the youngest we presently have available. Our new shipment of that age group has not yet arrived, so we must make do with what we have on hand."
"So, we shall do what we can to make you appear younger." Michelle laughed her bitter, piercingly harsh laugh and pulled out a small shaving kit.
"We are going to remove a bit of that fine hair from around your moist little twat. Ten-year-old children don't have a fine bush like yours, you understand."
Michelle awaited some reaction to her speech, but was very disappointed. Mindy impassively took the news that her fleecy snatch was going to be shaved off for a patron's increased sexual pleasure.
Throughout the shave, Mindy remained motionless and said nothing. She could tell that Michelle enjoyed this kind of psychodrama. The leather-clad woman carefully drew the razor over the lathered pussy mound, a smile lingering on her brightly painted carmine lips. Mindy quivered once when Michelle accidentally – or perhaps intentionally, Mindy could not tell – nicked her.
"Don't worry. I have just the thing for a tiny little gash like this!"
Mindy couldn't refrain from squirming when Michelle crammed two fingers far up her cunt, but she did not say a word.
Again disappointed at the lack of response from her captive, Michelle located the styptic pencil and drew it down the tiny cunt. Mindy flinched again at the pain near her sensitive clitoris, then coldly said, "Be more careful. You'll damage valuable property."
Michelle's violet eyes speared into emerald-green ones, hatred flaring from both sets of orbs. Michelle announced, "You won't be quite so cold after the professor is finished with you."
"The professor?"
Michelle sneered, "You'll find out. The hard way. Now let's finish preparing you for your… encounter session."
She snapped shut the shaving case, then rolled Mindy onto her stomach to unlock the shackles on her chafed wrists. The girl managed to twist around onto her back and rub the raw skin that had been chewed away by the metal of the handcuffs. Circulation returned to her hands after a few minutes of vigorous massaging.
The woman threw a little girl's outfit down onto the bed. "Put this on and be quick about it."
Michelle stood, hands on hips, as she watched Mindy don the dress. The bodice compressed Mindy's boobs but not painfully. When the gingham dress was complemented by calf-length white stockings and red, patent-leather shoes, Mindy looked the ten years old she was supposed to be.
Michelle nodded curtly, then indicated the door. Mindy curtsied, then hastened through the doorway before Michelle could use the whip dangling from her wrist. The young girl felt triumphant, even over such a small point as this. It gave her the psychic lift she needed to face whatever was ahead, whatever hideous things "the professor" held in store for her.
They walked in silence from the hallway until Michelle stopped and pointed. "This is the room. Inside and be quick about it. I'll come for you when the professor leaves."
"Yes, ma'am!" Mindy curtsied again to be rewarded with a stinging slap. Instead of cringing as she had done before, she allowed the barest trace of a smile to dance at the corners of her mouth. Before Michelle could hit her again, Mindy quickly slipped into the room to await the coming of her first patron.
As with all of the other rooms she had seen, this had a distinct and distinctive decor. It appeared to be a cheap hotel room with a moth-eaten rug on the floor, sooty pictures on the wall, unpolished, battered and dilapidated furniture littered about the room. A massive four-poster brass bed dominated the center of the room. Mindy couldn't help but wonder what the professor's trip was that required such tacky surroundings and her portrayal of a little girl.
She soon found out.
The professor entered the room from the other side. Immediately, he told her, "Don't be frightened, little girl. I'm not going to harm you. You've been very brave, and I'm sure you'll enjoy our little party. Do you want some mote candy?"
Mindy quickly pieced together the puzzle. She had supposedly been enticed up to a sleazy hotel room, duped by the use of the time-honored "Want some candy, little girl?" routine.
"Sure, mister. You're nice." Mindy almost laughed when the chunky little man smiled ingratiatingly.
As she reached for the proffered candy, however, the entire scenario took on more ominous overtones. A vise grip seized her wrist and pulled her forward, off balance. Mindy stumbled and fell to her knees, skinning one on the rough, tattered carpet.
"Yes, I'm very nice. I'll give you something you've never had before. I'm going to cram my cock up your tiny, virgin quim. I'm going to make you suck me off I'll fuck you all afternoon. And then, then…"
Before the professor, if he was a professor at all, could continue, Mindy wrenched free of his clutching hand. She stood, then backed away from him. "Look, mister, let's talk about this for a while. Okay?"
"Talk! TALK!" the man shouted. "I want you to beg me for my cock. I want to hear your innocent young lips ask me to fuck you deep into your virgin cunt."
Mindy began edging around the room, the professor following her movement with his eyes like a cobra follows its prey. The man slipped out of his suit coat and dropped it to the floor. As Mindy continued to back away, the man removed one article of clothing after another until he was naked to the waist. His physique surprised Mindy quite a bit. She had expected him to be fat and out of condition; there was a slight roll of flab hanging over his belt, hut her antagonist was mostly hard, compact muscle that rippled and glistened with a dull sheen of sweat.
As the professor pulled off his belt, he quietly, menacingly said, "You're being naughty. You are going to have to be punished if you don't behave." He snapped the leather belt in front of him several times as if testing its resiliency. It was obvious he did not want her to acquiesce to his demands. He enjoyed the pursuit, the denial of his lust. When he forced his attentions on her, this would make the game all the more rewarding for him.
Mindy bolted for the door through which the man had entered the room, hoping it would not be locked. The brief instant she fumbled at the closed door was all the time it took for the short, stocky man to hurry across the room and grab her. When he spun Mindy around, a brief flash of fear illuminated her features.
Seeing that spurred the professor on. His struck out with the belt and landed a sharp blow on the girl's leg. As Mindy turned in an involuntary movement to clutch her injured leg, the professor swung again with his long, broad belt. The rough strap landed squarely on Mindy's jutting butt. She tried to elude the man by crouching, then sliding past him into the room, but the move was unsuccessful.
Another tingling belt-blow landed on her pert ass, warming her. Mindy couldn't understand it, but she fleetingly wondered why this scene was so erotically arousing to her. Every time the professor landed his belt on her rear, tiny pinpricks of delight surged into her crotch and warmed her entire body. The heat seemed to diffuse through the flesh of her rear and burn brightly in her cunt.
Could she actually enjoy such treatment? Was she really being turned on by this whipping?
Mindy didn't have the time for soul-searching and inner reflection on her true desires and needs. The professor trapped her against the rough, paint-chipped wall, a forearm resting on each side of a honey-haired head. For a split second, Mindy's mind saw her father staring into her eyes instead of the round face of the professor. Scared, reliving the rape scene with her father, she struck out with vicious strength fed by revulsion and loathing for her father.
The short man was taken aback by the ferocity and violence of her attack. She clawed and scratched and aimed for his eyes with her fingernails. Mindy's fierce assault was quickly terminated when the man drove a short, powerful punch into her stomach.
She gasped once and fell to her knees, clutching her stomach and trying to force air back into her lungs. The professor stepped back, then coldly said, "Little girl, you've been very, very bad. For that, you'll have to receive special discipline. You must be punished in a special way."
He went to one of the mock windows and yanked down a length of sash cord. He doubled it, then doubled it again. The professor tested it a few times against his hand, then walked back to Mindy. The girl was struggling to get up to her feet.
"You're going to be very sorry you resisted like you did." With a force triggered by suppressed sexual tensions, the professor landed the strands of cord across Mindy's ass. She emitted a tiny yelp, and he repeated his action again and again.
Feeling the pain in her abused rear cleared some of the cobwebs from the girl's brain. Her stomach still hurt, the muscles convulsing in reaction where he had punched her, but the stimulus he was administering to her ass soon replaced all other bodily aches with searing pain.
She staggered away from the blows, but he followed and mercilessly showered stinging slash after slash on her thinly protected buttcheeks.
Mindy stumbled and fell onto the bed in her attempts to avoid the pain being meted out by the small, well-built professor. He was astride her supine form instantly. Hands roved over her curvaceous body, lingered on her lush tits before moving on to fondle her flaring, womanly hips.
The man snorted in disgust. "You're not a little girl! You've tricked me!"
Fearing actual physical harm, Mindy cried, in her most girlish voice, "Please, mister, I'm only twelve years old. Honest!"
"We'll see about that!" The professor reached under the high-necked dress and ripped downward with a powerful motion. Mindy's opulent tits tumbled free from their hiding place, but the man didn't seem to notice. He reached down and grabbed a firmly fleshed thigh and jerked the leg aside to examine Mindy's cunt.
Finding no pussy hair seemed to appease him. "Maybe you are only twelve."
"Right, mister, and my mother's expecting me home…"
"Shut up! You must still be punished!" He quickly looped two strands of the sash cord around her stocking-clad ankles; then, as she reached down to stop him, he captured one wrist, then the other and held them in one of his large, powerful hands while he tied Mindy's wrists together. Bound, Mindy could hardly move. The man's quick, fluid movements had been expert, and he had left her with little play in the ropes.
He reached under Mindy, grabbed twin handfuls of delightfully smooth ass flesh, and picked her up like a sack of potatoes. With a grunt, he tossed his captive into the center of the big brass bed. She landed, taking the impact of her fall across shoulders and upper back, then rocked slightly as the bed springs tried to support her mass. As the bouncing died down, Mindy tiled to roll off the bed.
Lithe and quick as a panther, the professor stopped her. He gazed down at her naked length on the bed and said, a lustful undercurrent in his words, "Little girl, you've been naughty."
He took another length of the cotton sash cord and doubled it. With an exaggerated overhand motion, he brought it stinging down to land on Mindy's bare stomach. She jumped, more from nervous reaction than pain. The soft cotton cord stung, but not so much that she could not have withstood the pain it forced upon her body.
An inner light seemed to glow in the man's eyes, a look Mindy had never before witnessed in another human being. It wasn't the insane gleam of a madman; it wasn't the brilliance of genius. She could only think it was reflecting lust unchained in the man's psyche. He knew she could do anything he wanted to her lush, young body.
And he knew that he would before the session was over.
The sash cord began lashing away at Mindy's sensitized skin in crisscross patterns. Although any single blow was not hard, the incredible rapidity and expertise of the professor soon caused a warmth to suffuse throughout the bound girl's belly. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was far from being comfortable.
Seeing that Mindy was not being properly frightened of his acts, the professor declared, "Enough of this punishment. You must be thoroughly and totally scourged for your previous misbehavior." The man's breathing was slightly faster, far faster than the minor exertion could have caused. The libidinous thoughts that raced through his mind was the primary cause of his growing excitement.
He was getting turned on whipping the tied and helpless Mindy.
The professor rolled the girl over on the bed to expose the shining alabaster globes of Mindy's tight, well-formed ass. He picked up the broad leather belt he had discarded in favor of the sash cord. Mindy could barely see what he was doing, her face buried in the soft mattress. Her head rested so that she faced towards the professor, but her field of vision was severely restricted.
When the whistling length of the leather belt impacted on her softly curved butt, she emitted an anguished "Owww!" The professor rapidly followed that blow with another, then another and another.
Mindy felt true discomfort now, but soon that discomfort was blotted out by the heated flesh and what it did to her. In spite of her attempts to control her traitorous body, the girl felt the stirrings of arousal in her crotch. She hated to admit it, even to herself – perhaps especially to herself – but the professor's whipping was turning her on in a big way.
Mindy heard his rapid breathing and, by craning her neck, she could see the look on his face. He was in the throes of intense sexual excitement. His eyes were bright and seemed to radiate their lustful longing. Seeing the distinct bulge in his trousers and knowing that she was the one turning the man on added to her own sexual arousal.
Mindy felt her cunt begin to water, to sluggishly flow as her inner juices dribbled out.
As the professor continued strapping her ass, she began to writhe and moan.
The man, sensing her hotness even through his own lust-clouded gaze, stopped whipping her with his belt. He turned her over and stared down into her green eyes. "You enjoy this, don't you, little girl?"
Mindy nodded, then swallowed hard. "Please don't stop," she begged. Her voice was low, trembly like her body. She felt so shaky and quivery, it was as if her insides had been replaced with jelly.
"SLUT!" the professor cried. "Now I shall punish you!" He quickly untied her legs, all the while gazing at her hairless, juice-oozing gash. He tossed a cord over one of the posts at the foot of the bed with the skill and accuracy of a cowboy roping a steer. The professor soon had Mindy's legs tied and pulled into a wide "V" shape, the ropes secured at the two brass pillars at the base of the large bed.
In this position, the girl's buttcheeks were slightly raised off the bed and most of her weight was pressed onto her back and shoulders. This was fine with Mindy because her whipped and sore butt did not have to rub against the cheap, scratchy bedspread.
But the professor had no intention of making this comfortable for his lovely prisoner. He picked up the discarded rope and began curling it around her tender thighs, scourging the inner white flesh until it radiated a warm, intensely pink heat. Mindy found she couldn't wiggle very well in this position. She had to lie back and take the erotic punishment being dealt out to her by the excited professor.
Still, her cunt continued to gush faster and faster. It wasn't exactly pain that was sexually stimulating her; it was the knowledge that she was helpless, bound and being totally dominated by this powerful, physically aggressive man. And knowing the professor was getting off on her stoked the girl's internal fires of passion, also. Mindy could see the huge bulge in his pants, his cock begging to be freed and allowed to fuck into her gaping, pink-lipped cunt.
The professor had been expertly scoring her body with the rope, and Mindy cringed slightly before each blow landed.
With the suddenness of a summer storm, the professor stopped. But Mindy cringed anyway, just as if the blow landed according to the pattern the man had established, lust as she relaxed, the blow came. But not on her belly. The strands of cotton sash cord landed squarely between her legs, full on her blood-filled cuntlips.
The sharp impact, unexpected, and stinging, made her come. The orgasm surged through her body, and the bound girl could feel the copious flow of her pussy lubricants trickling down her asshole to dribble onto the cheap bedspread. But this only added to her climax. The tickly feel of her juices, the tingling in her cuntlips, the sight of the professor above her, panting and hot, shoved her higher and higher up to the pinnacle of maximum sexual enjoyment.
The professor cried out, "I will not be robbed of my reward!" He ripped off his pants, tossing his shorts after them onto the floor. He leaped to the bed and stood between Mindy's bound, stocking clad legs. The professor towered high over his captive and gazed down, much like a God from Olympus. His hairy legs rubbed against Mindy's soft, smooth thighs.
But her eyes were riveted on the cock throbbing and jerking above her.
The professor smiled slightly, then said, "Well, little girl, do you like it? Would you like to feel it inside your tight little cunt, wiggling and squirming around?"
"Oh, yes. It's so big!" Mindy was lying. While the man's cock wasn't tiny, Bill's prick had been much larger.
That set her to thinking, not about her predicament, but ironically and illogically, about Bill. He must be disconsolate by now. She had been gone – how long? A few days? Maybe even a week. There was no telling what her father would have told her boyfriend. Perhaps Bill had gone to the police and been told Mindy LaFarge was just another runaway, no means of tracing her, even if anyone wanted her found again. Bill might have protested, been tossed out of the precinct stationhouse.
How good it would be to feel his cock sliding in and out of my cunt! thought Mindy.
She felt an insistent pressure against her shaved pussy mound. The sensation changed drastically when the cock was dragged down by its owner to lightly play with the blushing pink cuntlips protecting the delicate, scalloped inner lips.
Mindy looked down and saw, not the professor, but a blur that flowed and changed into Bill's face. The professor's voice came from the vision, but Mindy didn't care. She cried loudly, "Hurry! Stick it in my cunt! I need your lovely prick inside me!"
Several lashes from the braided rope brought her back to the stark reality of her situation. She looked down to see the rope descending again to smash across her tits. The girl's nipples were a fiery red surrounded by the brownish plane of areola.
The professor said in a slightly whining voice, "You're not acting like a little girl. Little girls don't say things like that!" He continued to thrash and abuse her with the rope whip.
Apparently Mindy's face reflected the proper mood to the professor. The man smirked, then said, "That's better."
If Mindy looked frightened, she wasn't feigning. She didn't have to act to be truly scared of the man kneeling between her wide-spread legs, his throbbing cock prodding and nudging into her cunt. Mindy had momentarily sublimated her humiliating experience, and it might have cost her permanent disfigurement – or worse.
There was no telling what this man who was living out a personal fantasy of raping little girls would do if the bubble burst and he found out he was not with an inexperienced, groveling child.
Seeing Mindy properly chastised, the man took his cock firmly in hand and began playing with it – and her [missing text].
The cockhead tentatively poked into her cunt, the turgid, purple tip barely sinking from sight. Mindy gasped in reaction as it lightly stimulated her sensitive inner lips, those pinkly scalloped, ultra delicate membranes. She felt her fluids rushing out to bathe the head of his tool, then continue out of her slit to dribble to the surface of the bed.
Gleaming in the harsh light of the single incandescent bulb overhead, the professor pulled his teasing cock out and studied its head. The red-purple knob gleamed with the sparkling cunt juices that it had found inside Mindy's box. He carefully drew the rod over the hairless pussy mound again, in curlicues and spirals flat Mindy felt both as a tingling and a wetly invigorating experience. Her own cunt oils were being used to mark her once-furry mound, the spot where a fleecy, downy bush of gorgeous blonde pussy hair had once formed a dense jungle.
Her nakedness seemed to excite the professor, also. He placed a hand on each side of her body and leaned forward to myopically peer into her face. He then began a careful survey of her body, not missing a mole or a blemish. Arriving back at the denuded pussy mound that seemed to arouse him the most, he took his cock in hand again and slowly, inexorably drew it across the flowing slash of Mindy's cunt.
Quivers rippled through her body, assaulting her mind with carnal sensations she found indescribably delightful. His tormenting of her cunt caused her to approach the gateway of another orgasm. She tried to control it, prevent it, but then decided to enjoy whatever pleasure she could. In The Institute such enjoyment might be rare; with the professor, she at least wasn't being humiliated as she had been with Michelle. Not in the same way. True, this wasn't her idea of sexual paradise, but she was discovering things about her young, relatively inexperienced body that she had not previously known.
She enjoyed being dominated by a strong, virile man.
The professor dipped into her wet snatch again and again, then withdrew, his dick covered and glistening with her thick, viscous cunt juices. He teased her blood-engorged outer pussylips, then cautiously lowered his rod along the girl's sensitive perineum. A tiny stream of liquid had preceded his explorations, and his cock glided along the flowing river to her tiny asshole. Hesitant, tentative prodding convinced the man that he couldn't easily convince the greedy little bung to relax and allow him entry up her ass.
He traveled back, taking his time, until the glans of his rod rested against the blood-rigid lips of Mindy's horny cunt. She shivered continually as he leaned forward, exerting the slightest amount of pressure against her gash.
"You like that, don't you? When you grow up, you're going to be a whore, a slut living to have a man's cock shoved up your wanton hole."
The little tirade startled Mindy, frightened her a bit. Was it true, or was this just part of the professor's game? Did he really think all she could do was be a whore?
The rope braids landed stingingly on her stomach again. She flinched. Under the rain of singing sash cord, she closed her eyes and tried to bear the increasing violence of the blows. They had tickled her before, pushed her up the ladder of sexual arousal one rung at a time.
Now they just hurt.
As a particularly violent, well-guided slash landing on her nipples, the professor shoved his cock far into her cunt. Mindy involuntarily cried out in pain and confusion. His cock felt good, but the pain hurt so badly!
The odd mixture of pleasure and pain intermixed inside her body, and she was soon incapable of telling which was which. She felt the professor humping in and out of her tight cunt, heard his gasping breaths. When Mindy opened her eyes, she saw through a misty curtain of lust and pain that the man had dropped his scourge and was intent only on fucking in and out of her hairless twat.
Knowing that he wouldn't be using his braided cord on her aching body any longer, Mindy relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation of having a man, a real man, not an imitation rubber prick, inside her cunt again. The professor's cock wasn't large, he wasn't skilled at fucking, but he was better than Mindy had been getting since she came to The Institute.
The tightly roped girl felt the walls of her velvety cunt stretch every time his jerking cock drove into her hole. The tickly, tingly feeling increased in her crotch and soon became a dull, burning ember. As the man continued to fuck her, those embers blazed higher and higher until Mindy was consumed with the fires of longing and lust.
The professor uttered completely unintelligible phrases. Mindy didn't even try to understand what the man was saying. That was his trip. Hers was getting off on the feel of being filled with a throbbing, warmly pulsing cock. Once the man rammed his dong full hilt into her hole and stayed for long minutes, resting, reveling in the feel of being completely surrounded by a wonderfully tight, hot sheath of cunt.
Mindy wiggled her hips as much as she could and squeezed down with her inner muscles. She heard the professor groan and saw a look of sheer carnal delight cross his face. He had probably never flicked a woman before who was so willing to give him the maximum pleasure possible.
Perhaps he had never fucked anyone but young girls, inexperienced and unwilling.
Mindy's body was filled with the crouching feline feeling that preceded orgasm. She felt her muscles tightening, screaming for the sexual release of total climax. As the professor shouted out his lust in a long, loud scream, he came, hosing Mindy's twat with his jizz.
The feel of his molten cum was all it took to trigger orgasm in Mindy's awaiting body. The crouching beast lurking in her loins leaped. She gasped and moaned as the waves of orgasm coursed through her to smash against the shores of her brain.
Locked together at the groin, the pair bucked and writhed until, their passions spent, they collapsed in an exhausted heap on the bed.
The professor looked down at the bound Mindy and said, "Don't worry, little girl. I'll call the police and tell them where you are. You won't starve or anything."
With that, he crawled out from between Mindy's aching thighs and quickly dressed. He left the room through the door and never gave his captive a backward glance.
Mindy lay on the bed, hands tied behind her, the weight of her body cutting off the circulation in her arms. With her legs fastened to the bed posts and inclined upwards at a thirty-degree angle, she began to feel the tiny needle jabs that indicated her legs were not getting enough blood, either. Completely helpless, she had to lie there until someone came and rescued her.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later, Michelle came in. She stared at Mindy's supine form, eyes lingering on her shaved box, and said, "The professor was pleased."
Not another word was exchanged between the two as Michelle cut Mindy loose and led her back to the posh, iron-clad cell.