In the cell, dinner awaited the young girl. Although she wasn't really hungry, she forced herself to eat. How many hours had it been since she had last eaten? The only food she could recall was breakfast at home.
Her ex-home, she hastily corrected herself, her ex-home. The home with the father who could rape his own daughter, then sell her into slavery for a lousy five hundred dollars.
Mindy had to admit that the food was excellent. Her untutored tastes did not recognize the cornish game hen or many of the other dishes served alongside a la carte. The plan of those who ran The Institute was obvious. Surround their "inmates" with luxurious items, the finest of foods, probably the most lavish wardrobes imaginable and perhaps they wouldn't complain when a "patron" abused them. Mindy could see the attraction to many young girls who had never experienced the finer things in life.
They could live like royalty… in exchange for the use of their bodies.
Mindy considered this as she quietly finished the last of her peaches melba and knew it would have probably worked with her. It would have been very successful had it not been for the incident with her father the night before her abduction. It had done something to her, hardened her mentally and emotionally, callused her very soul, to be raped by her drunken bastard of a father.
What had occurred after that had been a shock, but one which was more easily coped with and put into proper perspective. Her father's incestuous ways, then the two kidnappers with their lies, then the leather-clad and whip-cracking Michelle, then the professor. All hardened her resolve and forced her to grow an impregnable shield around herself. She would never again allow anyone or anything to penetrate her private world. Mindy could take whatever pleasure she would from The Institute, the fancy clothes and fine foods, then derive what she could in the way of physical enjoyment from her assigned patrons, no matter how coarse or degrading they might be to her.
And all the while, she'd be working on a plan for escaping from this hellish Institute.
Mindy stood and slowly walked around the perimeter of the tiny cell in which she was imprisoned. It was only a ten-foot square, mostly dominated by the monstrous king-sized bed. A small dresser and mirror were placed along one wall and niche provided the necessary sanitary facilities. An iron door that seemed impervious to all but the most heavy of cannon fire was securely fastened in such a way as to discourage any attempts at breaching it. The hinges were recessed and partially hidden by the wall, and Mindy had seen the double sliding bolt arrangement that fastened the door on the outside. There was no way she could open both of the dead bolts from inside the cell. One might possibly be thrown, but imagining two could be circumvented in some fashion was daydreaming.
And once in the halls, who knew what kind of alarms or surveillance equipment might be set up? Whoever designed The Institute seemed to have a fetish for observation.
That set Mindy thinking. Perhaps even now she was being watched. She didn't see any method by which she could be seen, save the iron grille on the door. But the minor on the dresser might conceal a hidden pair of eyes.
She did her best to peer behind the dresser mirror. Mindy flattened herself against the cold cement block wall but could see nothing behind the mirror but unbroken expanses of grey concrete. No other possibility existed. Microphones were possible but doubtful. The people of The Institute were too confident; they thought that their young inmates were securely imprisoned.
Mindy considered other avenues of escape besides the obvious iron door. The walls on each side of the cell led to other cells; she remembered noticing that when she had been returned after her bout with the professor. That left the back wall as her avenue of escape. She rested her palm against the wall and found it slightly cooler than the others. This gave Mindy the hope that it might be an outer wall. If she could get through it, she might be able to escape just like the Count of Monte Cristo had from his prison cell.
A spoon seemed like the best method for scraping loose the mortar between the blocks. Mindy oozed under the bed and checked the wall. From their size, she thought if she could get four of the blocks out of the wall, she would be able to squeeze through to freedom. One block would be of sufficient size to see if she had, indeed, picked a viable route for her escape from the small cell.
The mortar was hard, firm, but Mindy's determination was firmer. She spent long hours scraping away at the cement. About a quarter of the way through the mortar on one side of the block, Mindy got a strange feeling, a premonition of approaching danger. She left the spoon on the floor and quickly scrambled back from under the bed to carelessly flop on its springy surface, wrinkling the bedspread.
Just as the rocking motion was dying out from the compressed bed springs, Michelle suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Well, my pretty pretty, I see you've eaten. I have a special treat for you. Two of our patrons have decided that they want someone new. They want to try something different." The way Michelle said that sounded lewd to Mindy.
But Mindy didn't bat an eye. She just stared, glacially cold green eyes meeting flaming violet ones.
"How should I dress for this special occasion?"
Mindy's tone indicated she couldn't care less about what was done to her.
"My pretty pretty is learning. Your clothing is satisfactory. These patrons don't really care about how the merchandise is wrapped… as long as what's under the outer cover is exciting enough for jaded palates. Come!"
Mindy reluctantly pulled herself erect on the bed, then heaved off the mattress on to her feet. She wondered how many of the other inmates had to put up with Michelle and her dildo, then the professor and two more patrons after supper, all in one day.
Mindy suspected this was some scheme of Michelle's to break her spirit, possibly to make her beg for the filthy rubber cock again. She wouldn't let this get to her; she'd show Michelle and everyone surreptitiously observing her at The Institute that she was made of stem stuff. She wouldn't break. She'd break them first.
Or even better, she'd make a break for freedom. And possibly be the very first to ever escape the clutches of these evil people.
Mindy allowed the leather-clad woman to lead her to another room, this one a gorgeously furnished bedroom. The furniture seemed to pale into insignificance because of the monstrous circular bed in the center of the room. Mindy estimated the diameter of the bed to be at least eight feet, perhaps as much as ten feet. It would accommodate not a couple but a dozen people. She idly wondered if this was to be the scene this time; a dozen people fondling each other and fucking anyone who came close enough.
However, that didn't seem like the sort of thing the clientele of The Institute would enjoy. It lacked anonymity and that seemed to be the single overriding consideration in all of the encounters. Thinking back to the professor, Mindy had to admit rather ruefully that she didn't really remember that much about his appearance. If forced to pick someone from a line, she'd probably fail.
And the man Michelle claimed to be a senator and the other woman with a penchant for young girls… Mindy couldn't remember very much at all about them. Her shock had still not yet worn off to the point where she could study her surroundings.
Mindy vaguely wondered if the shock would ever truly leave her.
"My pretty pretty will just stay here, then do whatever the nice men want you to do." Michelle leered slightly as she left.
The girl took a quick look around the wall and thought she could positively locate the ubiquitous one-way mirror. It dominated the area immediately behind the bed, if a circular bed can be said to have direction. Ostensibly placed for the gratification of the fucking patrons, Mindy suspected that Michelle now lounged behind the glass, possibly with a drink in one hand, and waited for the show to begin.
Mindy wasn't going to disappoint her. She'd give that leather-clad bitch the greatest spectacle ever witnessed by modern man!
The dull click of a door opening caught Mindy's attention. She turned and faced the two men entering the room. Both were in their late twenties, neither could be older than early thirties. Mindy smiled a little and decided she might enjoy this. Both men weren't that bad-looking. In fact, the one with the black hair had a subtle sexiness about him that insinuated itself into the girl's mind and did things to her libido.
Not that the blond and blue-eyed guy was ugly. He had a rugged, weathered look about him, as if he spent many hours outdoors in the harsh winds of the mountains. He was obviously a man accustomed to working with his hands rather than shuffling papers in some air-conditioned office.
The black-haired man spoke, his words coming from his mouth like snails crawling. "Goddamn, Woodie, I don't believe it! Look at 'er!"
Woodie, the blond giant, spoke in that same strange molasses speech. "I told you this was a high-class place. They always have first-rate chicks here. Always."
Mindy inhaled deeply when the pair approached her. Although she had never smoked marijuana, she recognized the odor. Many of her friends had smoked dope in the girls' restroom at school, but she had been paranoid about getting caught.
The girl knew all the symptoms, though. These two men were stoned out of their heads.
"Hey, Jeff, give the girl a light. She doesn't have any matches."
The dark-haired man fumbled for a moment, then said, "Hell, she doesn't even have a number." He rummaged in his pockets again and pulled out a yellow cylinder curiously twisted together at the ends. "Here you go, doll."
Jeff thrust the joint out to Mindy. She hesitated, then decided to go ahead. All her friends had told her how great it was, how grass improved sex. She doubted it, but maybe getting blasted out of her mind before things began would let her just lean back and accept whatever came her way.
"Go on, give 'er a light." Woodie slurred his words together, then carefully sat on the bed. He bounced a few times, then cried in glee, "Hey, man, this is just like riding on an ocean liner! I can feel waves sloshing back and forth and everything."
Jeff pulled out an ornate, extremely expensive lighter and spun the wheel. The flame leaped out, and Mindy cautiously stuck the tip of the joint into the fire. She coughed as she inhaled, and both men laughed.
She inhaled again, this time getting the hang of not swallowing the smoke but forcing it down into her lungs. She kept puffing on the yellow-papered joint but felt nothing except the warm feeling of the heated smoke in her lungs. Mindy tried to offer it to her two companions, but they steadfastly refused.
"No thanks. Had enough to get off how do you like the wheat straw papers? Can't hardly find them around here, here in the middle of the dope capital of the world."
Mindy asked, as casually as possible; "Where's that?"
"Huh? Here! You know, here in L.A."
Woodie began unfastening his shirt, his coordination faulty at times but adequate for the task. "Let's cut the chatter, you two. I want to fuck. Why we come here, you know?"
"Right!" agreed Jeff; and he, too, began peeling off his clothes.
Mindy watched them, noticing the quality of their clothing. It appeared to be cheap denim but the labels indicated otherwise. Whoever these two were, they had lots of money. Seeing this convinced Mindy that her keeper and self proclaimed guardian had been correct when she said that The Institute only catered to the highest class of people. And the wealthiest, at that.
The two men were soon naked, but Mindy was still fully clothed. Jeff began to protest, "Hey, kid, get out of those clothes… those clothes, hear that? I made a rhyme!"
"Yeah, and I want to make some great rhymes with her!" Woodie seemed to have one thing on his mind, and that was fucking.
Mindy didn't feel any effect of the dope on her body yet. She had smoked the entire joint, holding the fumes in her lungs like she'd been told at school. But nothing had happened. Maybe she was a freak and couldn't get high on the stuff like everyone else seemed to. She didn't care. She decided to lead these two potheads a merry chase and have some fun doing it.
As she rose to her feet, Mindy felt the room spin around her. Legs turned to rubber, and when she tried to speak, all she could do was giggle.
Woodie smiled broadly and said, "Dope's getting to her. Come on, Jeff, let's help our little doll out of her rags."
The two naked, stoned men advanced on her, and Mindy could only watch and giggle. The sight of the stark-naked men struck her as uproarious. The two were well-hung and their pricks dangled and bobbed between their legs as they came after her.
In her doped stupor, the sight was just too much for the girl. She had to laugh, yet only silly, high-school-kid giggles found their way from between her luscious lips.
Woodie and Jeff reached her after much groping and stumbling. Woodie began unfastening her blouse, and Jeff worked feverishly on her shoes. She collapsed in a pile onto the soft, springy bed and allowed the men to remove her clothing as they wished. The tingling, warm feeling spreading down her arms and into her palms was so nice, Mindy didn't really care what they did to her. It would have to feel good.
Woodie skinned off her blouse and immediately found Mindy did not have on a bra. He descended instantly to mouth her tits. The feel of the wet mouth on her nipples made Mindy squirm and wiggle in anticipation of better things to come. The prickly sensation flared and spread like wildfire to fill her tits. The twin peaks felt as if they were expanding and filling with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Woodie's mouth sucking the tiny, resilient nubbins produced a vibrant and wonderfully exciting feeling in the girl's body.
When he began to suck and tongue the blood-engorged fingers of flesh rising from their ruddy areolas, Mindy couldn't help but thrust her boobs up in wanton invitation. She wanted Woodie to take more of her tit into his mouth. It was so good having him giving her that tongue-lashing, but she wanted more, more, MORE!
She moaned out, "That's so niiice! Suck harder, please, pleasssse!" Her words began to slur as the effects of the marijuana became more and more evident.
Woodie couldn't reply. He was too busy stuffing the marshmallowy mound into his watering mouth.
Mindy's youthful lit was not yet tbll size, but it was close. Still, Woodie couldn't quite get the entire jug into his yawning mouth. He tried. He tried hard.
He only succeeded in raking his teeth along the snowy slopes of the large cone. Every place his teeth touched burned like fire, seemed to sear into Mindy's chest and further arouse her passions. It seemed that any tactile feeling she normally experienced was doubled, tripled, even quadrupled because of the dope's effect on the pleasure centers of her body.
"Oh, Woodie, my pussssy! My wet little pussssy! Oh!" She was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Mindy's mind wandered from one part of her body to another, always coming back to Woodie's wonderful mouth pulling at her tit. But she wanted – needed – him elsewhere.
Her cunt was being woefully neglected.
Jeff had managed to get Mindy's short dress off and was the first to discover she wore no panties. She had considered underwear a bother and, at The Institute, superfluous except as decoration. Mindy had come to this party stripped and ready for action. When Jeff saw her shaved pussy, he muttered, "Goddamn, now that's something I never saw in all my born days! A full-grown chick with a little girl's snatch!"
But his gaze unfocused and he edged back to get another look at his wantonly eager bed partner. When Jeff was again able to plainly see, everything snapped into crystal clarity and was totally in proper perspective. Jeff felt his cock snapping to attention when he saw the twin pillars of Mindy's creamy white legs.
"Those legs!" He emitted a long, loud wolf whistle that went unnoticed. Mindy was lost in the paradise of Woodie's mouth on her jugs, and the blond man was too content with his current position to see what was exciting his friend.
"God, I never saw legs like those!" Jeff took one foot in a trembling hand and delicately kissed the sole. Mindy twitched in reaction. The feather-light brush of his lips on her foot tickled. He began to suck on her toes and lick along the arch until her leg transmitted erotic pleasure signals all the way to her cunt. Jeff followed those nerve impulses and began licking and kissing his way up the teenager's shapely legs. He stroked the trim calf, then the satiny skin rippling in reaction under his caressing hands. He clutched Mindy's knee and reveled in the feel of carnal waves radiating down to him. He didn't care if he was the cause or Woodie was the one responsible for her joy. He was fully enjoying this rare treat. Jeff continued his journey upward towards the junction of the legs he loved so much. He carefully studied every millimeter of wonderous thigh on his explorations, then sighed, his cheek resting against Mindy's leg.
She moaned, "That's… great, Jeff!" Her voice raced off the scale of human audibility as the rapturous tingling surged along her nerves and made her cunt begin its fountaining of juices.
Jeff's bristly beard was a real turn-on for Mindy. As he rubbed his cheek against her thigh, she forgot Woodie, who was now avidly attending to her other jug. Her knees felt weak and watery; she knew she'd topple over if she attempted to stand. But this was the ultimate in sexual fulfillment.
Jeff began nuzzling into her juicy cunt and licking like he had found a lollipop. When his rough tongue fleetingly crossed her completely erect clitoris, a full-scale orgasm clutched Mindy's body and held her captive in the rigid grip for long seconds. As she shuddered and relaxed, she was able only to mutter, "Again, do it againnnn!"
Jeff's hearing was cut off when Mindy clamped her legs down on each side of his head. Instinctively knowing how to prevent the man from leaving the delicately tissued gash that was the entrance to her drooling cunt hole, Mindy had locked her legs onto his head.
Woodie rose up and saw only the black, straight hair of Jeff's head. The man's face was totally buried in the tasty, tangy treat of Mindy's pussy. He couldn't communicate with his buddy except by reaching down and thumping Jeff on the top of the head.
"Jeff! Hey, man, let's cut out this shit and get into her! You seem to like where you are, so I'll take the back way."
Together, they managed to get the stoned girl up on her knees. Jeff sat for a moment in the center of the huge bed and just stared, mouth hanging open in amazement. "Damn, but she's beautiful. Look at those tits. And that smooth snatch. And those… legs!" He was really turned on by Mindy's trim, firm legs and didn't care how many times he said so.
Woodie was rubbing up against the twin globes of Mindy's rear, fondling the asscheeks with his hands. She leaned back languorously and relishing the fantastic sensations that assaulted her body. Everything the two did only increased her enjoyment. The dope had done its work well. She was one giant nerve ending, quivering and trembling and ready to ignite in a monumental orgasm.
Mindy felt Woodie's hairy chest pressing into her back, his powerful hands rhythmically squeezing her butt. She managed to spread her legs as his hand traced down the humid, deep crease of her ass and finally emerged to tickle at her cunt. She was lost in a wondrous land of carnal bliss that would not be denied. Green eyes firmly closed, Mindy floated away on the gentle aura that seemed to fill her body to overflowing.
"Woodie, Woodie, I want you in me. Please! Before this feeling leaves meeee…"
Mindy's voice drifted off as she took a deep breath and the dope fully possessed her mind and body.
Woodie's finger began to dip into the well of Mindy's cunt to trace its way back to the greedy little muscle protecting her ass. The blond man wiggled his finger back and forth across her bung and managed to convince the tense guardian of her rear gate to relax. As soon as the muscle went to sleep, Woodie gently wormed his finger up Mindy's brownie. She squealed out her gladness, then groaned loudly when Woodie worked a second finger into her asshole. He tried to position his cock so that it would be in direct line to enter her butt, but he failed.
Woodie had a moment of inspiration through the purple haze of dope filling his brain. He bent forward and Mindy fell face down onto the bed.
"I-I mmmm, Woodie, you're not in me yet…" the girl complained.
"I know, doll, just get your ass up here so I can!"
Mindy raised herself to a hands and knees position, Jeff suckling at her boobs, while Woodie pulled Mindy's hips firmly back into his groin. He felt the head of his dick push lightly into the asshole, then advanced very carefully. Mindy's body quivered continually in ecstasy now and her words were incoherent. Experiencing the carnal pleasure of the tight grip of Mindy's ass along his shaft, Woodie edged forward into the girl.
As soon as the purpled glans of his turgid cock invaded her asshole, he made a hard, rapid shove that carried his rod a full eight inches up her ass. Both screamed simultaneously at the forceful entry.
"GOD!! You're ripping me aparrrrt!"
Woodie's forehead was covered with sweat and he moaned as the girl had been only seconds before. If he had rammed his prick into a raging hot blast furnace, his meat couldn't have felt hotter. If he had closed a vise on his tool, the pressure along his entire dong couldn't have been greater. Hotter and tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked, Woodie held himself upright and clutched Mindy's ample hips for support.
He couldn't say a word he was so lost in the sheer wondrous pleasure of her tight shitter.
Jeff was feeling cheated. Sucking on Mindy's tits had been nice, but he wasn't a tit fancier. He'd never turn down the chance to gently gnaw on one, never. But legs – and what rested at their juncture – were his big turn-on.
Jeff reached under Mindy's shoulders and slowly helped the girl up to her knees again, being careful not to dislodge his friend's cock from Mindy's asshole. Sinking deeply into the springy bed did not aid his cause, but Jeff was persistent and the goal worthwhile.
Woodie instinctively locked his arms around Mindy's trim waist until Jeff wiggled forward to lightly press his own rigid, throbbing prick up to the girl's wet cuntlips.
"Aieee! God, Jeff, stuff it in! Get your great big cock inside me right now! I need yoooou!"
Jeff's equilibrium was a little oft both from the grass and the constantly moving bed on which he knelt. As soon as he could manage, he found Mindy's blood-rigid pussylips and rammed his tool into her well-lubricated cunt.
"Uuuuh!" he gulped as he felt the compression and boiling heat of her twat engulf his cock. He wobbled slightly, then heaved upward, forcing the base of his rod firmly against those trembling cuntlips.
Inside the girl, he could feel Woodie's cock through the thin internal membranes. The tissues seemed tough enough as they both began stroking, short, deliberate movements at first, then with wild abandon as their passions got the better of them.
Drifting on the winds of ecstasy, completely and wonderfully filled with two cocks, Mindy was experiencing erotic pleasures such as she had never before imagined. Her young body seemed to be seized by the throes of perpetual orgasm as one tremendous shudder after another shook her. She could no longer control her motions, she couldn't voice coherent words, but it no longer mattered. All that mattered was the intense joy that rocketed up and down her cunt and asshole. Those twin pillars of man meat gave her more stimulation than any other sex act ever had.
She floated, she drifted, she was tossed on the kaleidoscopic winds of sex until she imagined herself to be a bird. She was a white bird, flapping its wings in a giant gale. As if flying into a hurricane, every fiber of her body was racked, wrenched and touched, but it was a physically gratifying torture of unalloyed happiness that filled her body like water fills a drinking glass.
She was aware of Woodie and Jeff fucking into her cunt and ass, and relishing the superlative friction of their tools inside her, the pressure of their cocks on each other through her inner walls.
Mindy quaked, then she felt the rumblings in her loins take on greater and greater intensity. When both Jeff and Woodie came, their sperm jetted into her twin holes with fiery insistence. It only added to her pleasure. Like lava poised to erupt from a volcano, she sensed a prodigious climax forming in her crotch.
Her clitoris grew in size until it felt as if it would burst apart. Then, without further need of stimulation, Mindy was completely lost in the bewildering paradise of orgasm.
Her mind exploded along with her body, and she screamed, "Oooooh Chriiiist!" over and over until the electricity racing along her nerves subsided and no longer picked at her brain. The girl slowly relaxed from her cataclysmic orgasm and returned to the world of The Institute.
Mindy collapsed to the side, both men having pulled their pricks out of her. Woodie lay on his back, his prick already a sleeping snake. Jeff sat cross-legged and watched his cock melt like an icicle in the hot sun. He only said, "What a fuckin' fantastic fuck."
Mindy curled up, drained of her entire sexual energies and sated enough to want to fall asleep. Her body's tingly feeling was dying as the effects of the grass wore off. But she didn't care. All that mattered was the incomparable fucking she had just received from these two well-hung men. That and she had robbed Michelle of the pleasure of seeing her beg for mercy.
Those thoughts secure in her mind, Mindy fell asleep in the center of the huge bed.