Mindy worked frantically at the mortar surrounding the cement block. A week's work had worn down the spoon a considerable amount, but she had succeeded in almost completely freeing the block she had chosen to concentrate her efforts on. Mindy was cramped under the bed; it was less than ten inches from the floor to the bottom of the bed. But that very fact gave her an added safety factor.
If Michelle considered the possibility of tunneling through the wall, she would expect the girl to move the bed. By crawling underneath the springs the way she did, Mindy was assured of relative seclusion and privacy from probing eyes. Also, any noise she made would be dulled by the sound-deadening mattress overhead.
Her only fear was that, once the block was removed, she'd find herself in another cell. While the possibility dampened her spirits slightly, she still managed to cheer herself on with the fact that this wall was cooler than the other three. It did not necessarily mean it was an outer wall, but Mindy hoped that it gave her better odds that it led to the outer world and freedom.
Long, rasping noises seemed deafening as she dragged her crude chisel over the mortar. But, in her haste, Mindy didn't care. She ground the spoon handle firmly into the cement. Soon, sparks flying into her face, she managed to remove the last vestige of clinging mortar, Mindy's heart raced in anticipation. This was the moment of truth. If she worked the block out and found only another room, her efforts would have been in vain. A grim, ominous joke and nothing more. If a bright, sunny California day met her eager, questing eyes, she would be vindicated and could escape in a matter of days.
The girl's slender fingers were scraped and chafed by the rough block. It was difficult, but the stubborn block began to move under her frantic pressure. The block oozed out of the wall inch by inch until Mindy could get a good grip on it. With a huge straining of her tired muscles, she removed the block.
Only blackness met her eyes. Mindy almost cried until she noticed that a gentle breeze blew through her tiny portal. A breeze smelling of salt and fish. She carefully peered through the single-block hole and saw the dew-dampened grass and the dull glow of city lights in, the distance. No stars dotted the sky as they did in Denver, but Mindy considered this due to the smog that clung to the Los Angeles air like a barnacle to a ship's hull.
All that truly mattered was that this would be the path out of The Institute.
She carefully slipped the block back into its niche. Satisfied with her work, the girl edged out from under the bed, went to the tiny washbasin and quickly cleaned the grey cement dust from her hands. Taking a deep breath, she tossed herself onto the soft, yielding bed and silently rejoiced in the knowledge that her yellow brick road was in sight. How stupid she had been expecting sunlight when she did not know what time it was. She had somehow imagined that The Institute followed a normal schedule and allowed its inmates to sleep during the nighttime hours.
Possibly some of the inmates did live according to a normal, outer-world time table, but the patrons she'd seen might be cramming their extracurricular activities in after their normal work hours. She was one of the night crew servicing the daytime workers and nighttime revelers.
Mindy's thoughts were interrupted by Michelle's entry into the cell.
"Is my pretty pretty ready for a special treat?" Mindy scowled. She had come to know Michelle in the week – two weeks – she had been a prisoner in The Institute. Whatever the leather woman relished meant acute discomfort or even pain for Mindy.
"If you have something different, yeah. Otherwise, find someone else."
Mindy knew that Michelle was no longer in a position to brutally punish her as she had done in the first days at The Institute. In some strange way, she realized the higher-ups at The Institute had sided with her against the brutal redhead. Not being able to use her whip as she liked, Michelle was tending more and more to psychological torture.
Mindy thought the redhead would have made a great Gestapo or SS officer. Michelle had both the disposition and inclination to be vicious.
"Ah, my pretty pretty jokes! That's fine because you will need a sense of humor. Come along. You're going to get your first taste of dark meat."
Mindy silently rose to her feet, wondering what the woman meant by that remark.
She soon found out. Alone in a room outfitted to look like a posh business suite sat a powerfully built black man. When Mindy walked in, the man said in a deeply resonant, educated voice, "Please be seated. We shall begin dictation in a moment."
Mindy sat in the indicated chair, wondering what this guy's trip was. Why did he have to play the big-time executive? She knew that a pauper never, but never got into The Institute. This black guy had to be loaded with money, possibly power, and was probably a high-level executive.
Why did he have to pretend?
The black man stirred slightly in his plush chair, then said, "I've wanted to say this for some time, Mrs. McGill. May I call you Nancy? I know your name is Lil, but everybody calls you Nancy."
Mindy was perplexed. Was the man insane, or did he just have some freaky little fantasy he enjoyed acting out?
She figured she could play along and see where it led. "That's fine. Calling me Nancy, I mean."
"Thank you, Nancy. I suppose you know that I don't have any dictation today." His eyes glided over her body, taking in every curve and seductive bulge. Mindy couldn't help but think, although she couldn't see his lap, that he had a pronounced bulge there, too.
"Nancy… I've wanted you for so long it's become an obsession." He stood, towering over Mindy. He was heavy, perhaps two hundred twenty pounds and tall, topping six feet three. He began to pace, hands locked behind his back.
"I've always been afraid you'd refuse me. Turn me down. Laugh at my overtures. I know that a secretary, and a married one, should not get involved with her boss."
"But, Nancy, I love you madly."
"What do you want me to do?" Mindy was becoming interested in this entire scenario being unfolded in front of her.
"Suck me off."
Mindy sighed and settled back into her chair. At least the guy was being very straight-forward about voicing his desires. Mindy carefully studied his powerful frame and wondered again why he didn't just proposition the real Nancy McGill. Any woman would be a fool to turn down a man who was rich, powerful and as brawny as this guy.
"Let me tell you something about women, uh…" Mindy hesitated. She didn't know his name and was afraid to ask. "Let me say this. Women like strong men, good-looking men. You're certainly good-looking, but you're being far too timid. I won't suck you off because you're begging me."
"It should be the other way around. I should be begging you for your gorgeous, long black cock. And if I don't, you should tell me to."
The man continued to pace, then stopped and looked squarely into the girl's brilliant emerald green eyes.
"You're very perceptive, Nancy. Too much, I think. I order people around all day long. They are pawns in my financial empire. I want something more from you than my having to order you to get down on your knees."
His voice held the snap of command, and Mindy felt herself slipping out of the chair and dropping to her knees to stare up at the towering giant of "her" boss.
"Unzip my fly."
Mindy hurriedly fumbled with the man's zipper, and the huge black cock snapped out like an opening switchblade knife. She stared in mute amazement at the man's prick. It gleamed a blue-black in the florescent lighting of the room and twitched slightly with barely suppressed passions for his beloved Nancy McGill. Mindy gingerly reached out and clutched it in her hand, surprised at the girth. She'd seen quite a few cocks since she'd been in The Institute, some longer than this man's. But she had never encountered a prick that was so large in circumference. If he attempted to bury this spike of black meat in her cunt, he could rip her open all the way to the chin!
She tenderly stroked his tool, feeling blood pump continuously into the lusty rod and expanding it even more than it already was. Mindy wondered how large it would grow. She could close her hand around it now, but if the cylinder of man meat continued to expand, she'd have difficulty closing her slender fingers around it.
"Hmmm, Nancy, that feels good. Keep stroking it, keep fondling my cock."
Mindy didn't answer. She had already tired of merely feeling the warmth and softly rippled surface. She wanted more and was determined to get it. The girl began lightly kissing the purple-black cockhead, lavishing wet kisses all over the hooded head of the black man's shaft. When Mindy reached the ultra sensitive triangle of skin immediately underneath the tiny pinprick hole in the end of the rod, she gently nipped at the folds of flesh.
Mindy thought the man was going to lose his mind. He shrieked, "Ooooohhh Goddddd! Moooore! I want mooore!" In his passion, the girl noticed that he spoke with a slightly British accent, just like a friend of hers who had come to the U.S. from Bristol.
Ignoring such minor things as accents, the girl obliged his whim. She began licking, carefully biting and kissing the sensitive area, giving it all the attention it had apparently lacked. She finally took just the black head of his dick into her mouth and began to lightly gnaw on the resilient flesh. The man groaned and writhed with increasing passion, pivoting around the spike buried in Mindy's mouth.
Mindy's mouth formed an "O", and she began to suck, gradually at first and only at the very tip of his dong. As her cheeks sank and became more and more concave, she lowered herself on the long, black cock and homed in on the curly bush of his crotch hair.
She didn't miss a wrinkle of skin, a single inch of his prick on her carnal journey to his groin. Her lips strained to surround his tool. His rod had grown so large, her jaws cracked with the unnatural exertion she was having forced upon her. But Mindy didn't care. The girl had never before tasted such a wonderful cock.
She had been raised on white meat. The teenager had to admit that black meat wasn't all that bad, either.
Mindy carefully guided is huge whang into her mouth, the top of his cocktip sliding wetly along the roof of her mouth. She was no Linda Lovelace, but she had learned how to take a man's prick without gagging. She didn't know whether to thank Michelle and The Institute for that or not.
Until now. Now she was happy that the other, less pleasant experiences had been forced on her. Mindy could happily enjoy as much of this succulent, tasty treat as possible without the slightest bit of discomfort.
Her lips felt the bristly hairs of his crotch. She wiggled her nose, wrinkled it and began rubbing it into the area around his rigid cock. The man's legs turned to water and he sank to the floor, unable to stand any longer.
Mindy's agile mouth followed him to the ground. He spread his legs slightly to allow her full access to his prick. That glistening black shaft jutted proudly, bounced and quivered in anticipation as his fantasy began coming true. Nancy and Mindy was sucking him off!
Mindy reached out to gently touch the hairy little sac dangling under the monstrous cock she so avidly sucked. She tweaked the tightly compacted balls, toyed with them, then squeezed the slightest bit until the man's pleasure increased by leaps and bounds.
And that pleasure was rapidly reaching its ultimate peak, too. The black stud kept moaning over and over, "Nancy, oh, Nancy, darling! Suck on it harder! Harder!"
Mindy tried her damnedest. Her diaphragm was already beginning to tense under the exertion. But she continued her sucking the best she could. The cocksucking girl slowly traveled the length of the man's shaft with her mouth. There was no great difficulty fitting the black prick into her mouth; the only problem she encountered was the huge girth of the tool.
This dick was huge! She lightly scored his cock as she descended towards his belly, taking his rod into her wet oral cavern once more. Her teeth brushed against the sides of his cock and strained nerves that had probably never been activated before. It was everything Mindy could do to follow his bucking, wildly thrashing hip actions.
He bucked and slid and thrust his tool deeply into her mouth, trying to gain an even deeper penetration, even more intense erotic sensations in his dick. Mindy knew how to bring him off. She did not increase her motion along his pistoning dong. She simply used the same deliberate strokes as when she had begun her blow job. The girl was enjoying the cocksucking as much as the man, and she wasn't going to rush it needlessly.
Mindy locked her teeth around the backside of the flaring crown at the very end of the black cock. Her tongue rapidly spiraled and circled around the sensitive tip, tried to force its way down through the pisshole at the tip. The man's cries were totally incoherent now; he was quickly approaching his climax.
Mindy felt the head of the ebony cock expand, expand far larger than she could have ever imagined possible. The first savory drip into her mouth was crystal-clear pre-seminal fluid. She swallowed and continued to suck his prick as hard as she could. Mindy knew what was coming and didn't want to miss any of it.
The man was coming. And in an instant her mouth would be flooded with gallons of his jism. She wanted to be ready to relish every single gob that erupted from his inky shaft.
The teenager didn't have long to wait. She felt a spasmodic jerk, then the torrents of white, hot cum gushed down into her awaiting throat. Mindy swallowed, swallowed again, and swallowed a third time to get this incredible amount of cum from her mouth. The first three spurts past, she continued her suction on his shaft to milk every drop she could from his tightly clenched balls.
Massaging the tiny, compact sac laden with his rocks, she elicited another spurt of man seed. This she held in her mouth, rolled it around to expose every single tastebud to the creamy, gooey juice. Mindy was like some wine connoisseur, a gourmet, an expert sampling and passing judgment on the delightful cream gliding across her palate.
She was satisfied. This black stud was a vintage find.
Mindy straightened and gazed down at the man. His black cock was still straight and had not yet begun to go limp. It gleamed blue-black and reflected light from her saliva that had laved every section of his tremendous prick. The man purred like a lithe, sleek black leopard lounging in the sun.
Soon, the once proud and mighty cock began to shrink, then it died. Mindy tenderly guided the limp tool back into the man's trousers, then zipped the fly closed.
Recovering from his tumultuous orgasm, the man's jet-black eyes stared at Mindy. "Well, Nancy, I think that should do it for today." He swallowed hard, began to say something else, then stopped.
"Really?" Mindy asked. "Didn't it ever occur to you that sucking on your fine piece of dark meat might have excited me, too? That I might want some of the same treatment in return?" If she read him correctly, the black dude was just itching to sample her cunt. He was such a strange combination of self-confidence and shyness. Mindy couldn't help but wonder what the real Nancy was like to inhibit such a sexually powerful and dominant man.
"Get up on the desk." It wasn't a statement, it was a command. Mindy smiled and hurriedly obeyed.
She perched herself on the edge of the large mahogany desk. Like everything else in The Institute, no expense had been spared to make this appear to be a high-powered executive's office. The desk was so huge, Mindy imagined The Institute renting its top out for Los Angeles Rams' practice sessions. She quickly repressed the thought. She must do nothing to ever let on that she knew where The Institute was located. The vague hints she had received from Michelle indicated they were into more shady dealings than some large-scale prostitution and gambling. Drugs, extortion, protection, even murder on contract all seemed to fit into the scheme in some way that Mindy had never figured out. She didn't really care to know she just wanted to stay alive by doing what she was told until she could escape and never come back to this place.
She dangled long, snow-white legs over the edge of the desk, then turned slightly, provocatively. Her pink tongue snaked out and circuited her red-tinted lips in the most suggestive manner she could muster. Mindy wasn't getting paid for this, but nothing had ever been said that she couldn't enjoy being The Institute's sex slave if the opportunity presented itself.
Mindy felt that this was a golden a black golden-opportunity and one not to be missed.
The ebony man walked over to her, then shoved her flat onto the desk top. With her legs hanging over the edge of the desk, Mindy was completely at the man's mercy. She felt the urge to be able to call him something, a name rather than "Hey, you".
"Tm, Mr., uh, Mr…" She hoped that he would pick up on the cue and tell her his name.
"Call me Rocky. I think I'd like that, Nancy." He began sliding her short, thigh-length skirt up around the girl's waist.
"Oh, Rocky, yes, that's what I want!" She scooted a little bit towards the man and raised her hips from the flat surface to allow him the chance to slip her panties off.
Rocky gasped at the sight of the starkly bare cunt. Mindy quietly said, "Do you like it, Rocky? I shaved it just for you. Just in case you'd want to…"
"It's gorgeous! Nancy, Nancy…" Rocky's voice was lost as he dived between the alabaster pillars of her legs to avidly lick and lap at Mindy's wet cunt.
With her skirt hiked up around her waist, her butt resting on the very edge of the desk, Rocky had a clear shot at the streaming, hairless pussy. His kinky black hair tickled Mindy's inner thighs, excited her. Excited her almost as much as the deft, delving tongue that speared into her oozing twat. She felt the tongue curl and lap at her seething cunt, capturing droplets of pussy lubricants and carrying them back to Rocky's mouth.
His tongue swirled and touched against the turgid cuntlips and the delicately scalloped, pink inner meat. Mindy groaned, tried to force her hips down onto Rocky's face. She loved it, she loved the wet, warm feel of his tongue playing in her cunt!
He thrust his tongue far up her velvety hole, rotating and pressing into the rippled tissues of the cunt walls. His tongue was soon completely covered with her pussy juices. He slurped and gulped like a man dying of thirst, a man who had just found a well of flowing, tasty, slightly salty, life-giving fluids. Rocky's tongue left the warmth of the tight cunt and began to stroke up and down along the denuded exterior of Mindy's gash.
When his tongue collided with the tiny, quivering clit, Mindy cried out, "There, Rocky! Oooohhh! Damn, fuck me! I want you to fuck meee!"
His tongue curled around the little nubbin of erectile tissue and stroked it from base to its pointy tip. The needle of flesh shivered under his oral assault. Rocky's breath was coming faster and faster, and he began to sound like a berserk locomotive. His excitement knew no limits when he smelled the distinct musk odor of an aroused woman, a woman he was pushing closer and closer to the abyss of orgasm.
The thought that he was doing this to… Nancy… filled his mind and agitated his emotions again. Rocky's tongue lashed out with increased fervor, giving Mindy's twat the tongue-lashing of its life.
The girl could barely stay on the desk top. She clutched with fierce intensity at the rim around the circumference of the desk, but her hips seemed to have come alive and possessed a life of their own. Every time Rocky's delving tongue touched her puffy gash or cut, rockets of sheer carnal delight soared into her body and exploded with fury in her cunt. The feel of his woolly hair on her tender, inner legs strained her passions even more. The combination of all the sensations were arousing her, tormenting her and torturing her with the wondrous pain of sexual gratification and satiation.
The warmth began to fill her body like an empty vessel filling with hot liquids. Her innards boiled and tumbled over and over as she neared an orgasm of her own.
Mindy placed her creamy thighs on Rocky's broad shoulders. When he rose up slightly to get back into her cunt with his mouth, her knees lifted. This action opened her gash more fully to his questing tongue. As he dipped into the seething pit of wet cunt meat, Mindy twitched and screamed, "Yesss! Take me, Rocky! Fuck ME NOW!"
The black man continued lapping Mindy's gushing snatch. As his tongue swirled around inside her boiling-hot slot, he was almost drowned by a torrential outpouring of her cunt juices. His ears were brutally imprisoned as the girl's thighs snapped down hard on his head and orgasm surged throughout her body. Mindy bucked and humped up, thrusting her twat into his face for more, ever more of his expert tonguing. Rocky tried hard, but he could not reach all the way up along her cunt hole to lightly touch her cervix.
When the orgasm died in the girl and she gradually regained her senses, Rocky carefully disengaged her legs from each side of his head. Cunt juice trickled down his chin and dribbled onto his brown business suit. Neither seemed to notice.
Mindy managed to regain her composure, then lowered her skirt, forgetting entirely about her panties. They were superfluous. Besides, they'd just get wet. She was still gushing juices from her cock-starved cunt.
"Now, Mrs. McGill, I want that letter typed and sent off immediately. I don't have anything further for you this afternoon. You may leave after you've finished the letter and posted it."
Mindy smoothed her skirt and nodded. She had been dismissed.
But she didn't care. She was finally getting into the swing of The Institute, beginning to enjoy the assignments she was given. Who could tell? She might even decide to stay on. It wasn't that bad a life, all things considered. She got plenty of fucking as well as incredibly diverse sexual encounters; there was an abundance of fine foods all expertly fixed; she had posh quarters and a lavish wardrobe. The few drawbacks like Michelle and the enforced solitude might be changed. Hadn't Michelle alluded to the fact that the higher-ups had their eye on her?
Mindy thought she might be able to work her way up in the power structure of The Institute someday soon. It was a cheering thought to the girl.