Mindy considered working some more on her private escape path through the wall, then decided she'd just take it easy for a while. The past week hadn't been bad, not bad at all. Every single one of the patrons had asked for something she was more than happy to deliver with gusto. The initial shock and humiliation dealt out by Michelle had now worn away and was nothing but an unpleasant memory. Mindy was even beginning to enjoy her enforced servitude at The Institute.
Michelle kept inadvertently dropping hints that one of the bosses had taken a special interest in Mindy, that the higher-ups in general were quite pleased with her performance. Rocky had even kicked in with an extra grand; Mindy had wormed that information from Michelle. The redhead had reluctantly admitted it. Just hearing the confession wrung from the cruel woman's thin lips heartened Mindy, made her feel she was really on top of the situation.
Woodie and Jeff had been interesting. She hoped someday another of the patrons would need to get off on smoking dope. That had been a special thrill for her, that and having two big cocks stuffed into her cunt and asshole at the same time. And the professor hadn't really been all that bad; Mindy had even enjoyed his treatment. But this was in retrospect. At the time, she had been completely terrified.
Some of the other patrons were far more mundane. One had not even touched her. All she had to do to please him was slowly strip while he jacked himself off. Another had frightened her a bit, insisting on sticking needles in her.
Doc, as Mindy had taken to calling him, had not hurt her at all. In fact, it had been kind of freaky balling a guy when you had a couple needles stuck in the right places. Doc was an acupuncture specialist and had wanted to try out his theories concerning the placement of the slender slivers of steel and increased sexual drives.
The girl couldn't say she got more out of fucking him than she would have without the needles – the guy was really good in bed and well-hung – but it had been different.
In fact, everything about The Institute was different. Mindy reflected on her future. Back in Denver, she'd wanted to be an airline stewardess. Either that or possibly a nurse. Now that she was here in The Institute, surrounded by luxuries beyond her wildest dreams, the thoughts of putting up with dirty old lechers pinching her butt while she bent over to serve TV dinners on an airplane tossed by air turbulence or carrying shit-filled bedpans didn't really appeal to her any more.
Mindy snuggled down in the soft fur bedspread she had been given after her session with Rocky. It felt so good on her naked back, caressing and cradling her. She rolled over on to her stomach and felt the softness rubbing against the twin points of her tits and the smooth plane of her belly. By spreading her legs slightly, she could rub her once gloriously furred cunt mound against the fur of the bedspread.
It was so cozy, so peaceful. That it was also a prison didn't bother Mindy too much any more. Everyone lived in a prison of some kind. She was coming around to considering the best ways of freeing herself from this cell, not through the tiny hole she'd clawed in the wall, but by taking Michelle's job away from her. There had to be a way. There was always a way if a person was determined enough.
She'd find out the proper method and use it.
Airline stewardess? Nurse? No, those were childish fantasies. It would be so much more profitable being in a position of power at The Institute.
Mindy was just drifting off to sleep, swaddled in the fine fur spread, when the squeak of the iron door opening awakened her. She peered up with cold green eyes at Michelle. In the past week, every time the red-haired bitch had come in, she had been a trifle on the fearful side, as if she dreaded being near Mindy. But not this time. Michelle's amethyst eyes seemed to dance and sparkle with some hidden jest.
Mindy hoped the joke wouldn't be at her expense.
"My pretty pretty all rested? Come along. This lime we have a very special patron for you. A regular patron and one I'm sure you'll really like!" Michelle's tone belied the sugary words. Mindy was reasonably certain that she would not enjoy the coming event.
"You're too good to me, Michelle." Mindy hoisted herself from the comfortable bed. "What should I wear?"
"Something terrible, my pretty pretty, something flimsy."
The leer on Michelle's lips told Mindy that it was going to be a very trying session with this patron. Just to keep the redhead in her place, Mindy inquired casually, "Is there any chance I could meet one of the bosses around here? You know, the people who tell you when to jump through the hoop?"
The reaction was all the girl could have hoped for. Michelle snapped her whip, the black tongue tickling the hairs on the side of Mindy's blonde head. But the captive noted that Michelle never landed the whip across those smooth, satiny shoulders or unmarred back any longer. Valuable merchandise was never intentionally damaged, not without paying the consequences. And Mindy's role as captive had taken on new dimensions. In certain instances she was able to turn the tables, be the one to infuriate and torment.
Content for the moment, Mindy quickly chose an old white blouse and shocking-pink slacks. She slipped her petite feet into brown loafers and marveled at the incongruity of the outfit. But Michelle said it didn't matter, so it didn't matter. Simple.
"Let's be off, Michelle. We simply must not keep your special friend waiting."
Mindy boldly walked out of the cell, pushing past Michelle. The woman slammed the iron cell door and then followed, having to half-run to catch up with the now-distant girl. When Michelle was virtually even, Mindy lengthened her stride imperceptibly and Michelle found herself unable to keep up at a normal pace. Mindy was beginning to enjoy playing these little games with her guardian, as dangerous as they were. One-upsmanship was fun when you held the trump card; it could be fatal in these circumstances if the cards were badly played.
Michelle finally snapped, "In there." She kicked open a door with more force than necessary. Mindy smiled sweetly as she entered, then turned and gazed up into the red-haired woman's flashing, violet-colored eyes.
"Thank you, dear Michelle." Again Mindy revealed her ivory white teeth in a perfectly ingenuous smile. Somehow, the returning smile from Michelle managed to put her on guard and kill that feeling of momentary superiority over her perpetual tormentor. The woman obviously knew what was in store for the girl and was relishing the thought.
Mindy released her pent-up breath as the door closed with a tiny click, indicating that the snap lock had been fastened. For better or for worse, she was stuck here until the patron was satisfied.
Green eyes slowly scanned the room. It was nothing elaborate. In fact, as bedroom suites at The Institute went, this one was rather plain and nondescript. The walls were barren of decoration except for the ever-present mirror. But Mindy had come to expect that, since every room used by the patrons had some form of observation device.
The bed was unspectacular. It had a nice spread with a gaudy pattern on top, but it was the standard king-sized bed that could be had in most motels. Mindy idly thought, as she sat down on the bed to await her next patron. There isn't even a TV set in this room.
The door opened and closed, and Mindy never heard it. She jumped to her feet as a cold hand was laid on her shoulder. The girl wasn't allowed to turn as the pressure increased and forced her onto her back. Supine on the cold linoleum floor, she had her first chance to see her patron.
It was the close-cropped, white-haired lesbian she had seen on her first day at The Institute. Scenes from that day flashed through Mindy's mind and left a confused haze of a young girl licking this woman's shoes, then her cunt while the poor child was being whipped with an incredibly nasty-looking whip.
Mindy's self-confidence evaporated like mist before the morning sun. She wasn't certain she could effectively deal with this woman, not on her own terms and maintain the dignity she had somehow managed to build up during the past couple of weeks. The woman would call the shots; she would be the dominant and domineering one. Even the most subtle forms of suggestion that Mindy had learned to employ would fall on deaf ears.
Mindy became frightened. And, ironically, as fear surged through her body, she felt her crotch begin watering.
"Well, I suppose you'll do. You're too old. I told Michelle I wanted a teenager this time."
Mindy swallowed hard and said, "If you aren't satisfied, I'm sure Michelle will…"
"Shut up, you little slut!" the woman harshly said as she backhanded Mindy across the face. "Speak only if you're spoken to. You'll be just fine if you don't cross me and do as I tell you."
Mindy held her stinging face with both hands, cringing away from this violent woman. It was as she feared. Control had slipped from her grasp. Now Michelle was back in the saddle, riding high and fully in command. Mindy would never be able to recover her poise after this session.
The woman began undressing. She did it artlessly and without regard to her audience. Mindy watched and slowly rubbed her face until the burning went away and left only four thin red marks where the woman's fingers had impacted on tender white skin.
In a few minutes, the woman was totally naked, lewdly so from Mindy's point of view. The woman was in her late forties and heavy-set. Mindy shuddered at the sight of the pendulous boobs, almost obscene in the way they bounced and swayed in the air in front of her chest. The ruddy areolas seemed to trace out invisible circles and figure eights as they wobbled to and fro.
Mindy cringed again when the woman snapped, "Get those clothes off, you silly bitch. I'm not paying those Goddamn bloodsuckers to fool around. I want some action." Not even allowing Mindy the chance to begin undressing, the naked woman straddled the girl's waist and brutally ripped off the blouse. She sneered slightly at the sight of the high, firm tits revealed by her uncouth methods of disrobing her victim.
Mindy managed to kick off her shoes as the woman clawed at the slacks and skinned the frightened teenager out of them in an instant. Small, bloody tracks were left down the sides of Mindy's legs where the woman's fingernails had gotten a little too close in their haste to strip off the unwanted clothing.
The scratches were minor, but they hurt Mindy far out of proportion to the damage done to her body.
"All right, up on the bed!" the woman commanded.
Mindy was forcefully picked up and deposited on the bed against her will. The woman was too strong for her to resist; she knew the penalties for fighting against a patron's desires. She had been shown one girl who had literally been mutilated in the way of punishment after she had viciously bitten a patron's cock. Mindy could only go along with this woman, no matter what she demanded.
The woman threw herself full length next to Mindy and pulled the girl to her with powerful arms. Their mouths met, then melted together as the woman's passions soared. Her tongue irresistibly forced its way into Mindy's wet mouth and began exploring. The very tip of that pink, rough, snakelike appendage caressed the insides of Mindy's lips, then traced out each and every tooth. Mindy tried to pull away, but the woman was too strong for her. She attempted to push the groping organ from her mouth using her own tongue. This was exactly what the dyke wanted. She relished the frightened-bird feeling in Mindy, the helplessness she was engendering. She was on a power trip and got off on dominating young, inexperienced girls who would be terrified at the things she did.
She was an expert doing that as she was with the use of her tongue. Their tongues twined and twirled together in a mad, erotic dance. In spite of herself, Mindy began to enjoy the oral foreplay.
The woman's hands roved ceaselessly over Mindy's body, tweaking the burgeoning red nipples, pressing firmly on the flat, well-muscled belly and lightly fingering the smooth crotch between her captive inmate's legs. The woman seemed to be enjoying the feel of the warm, satiny-smooth flesh flowing under her agile fingers.
Mindy's cunt began juicing more and more as the woman ran her hand across the slit, pressing down with the side of her hand to compress the sensitive flesh of the cuntlips. Mindy shivered with erotic lances of flame leaping from her cunt into her belly. It felt so good, so incredibly, indescribably good to have someone – anyone – diddling with her yearning snatch.
For a brief instant, Mindy's mind settled back to the reality of her predicament. She was not with a man. She was not having a man thrust his fingers into her cunt. She was with a woman, a vicious woman who enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation on her sex partner. A woman who got off in a big way watching young girls cower as she forced them into satisfying her own perverted sexual desires.
But this was secondary. Everything so far was great! What was the difference if the woman were feeling her up or if a man were doing it?
It was still the finest feeling in the world!
Mindy snuggled closer to the woman, felt their tits begin to rub together. On an impulse, Mindy began plying her nipples against those of the woman. Her taut, pert little cherry-colored nubbins of aroused flesh poked into the more yielding, ruddy nipples of her partner. Mindy began a mock duel using her boobs. Nipples gently rotated and brushed across the corresponding nubbins of resilient flesh, and they both started breathing more heavily.
Suddenly, the woman pulled back and snapped, "STOP THAT! You wanton little whore! All you think about is your own gratification!"
The woman reached behind her and pulled a white plastic cylinder from the bedside table. She held it aloft for Mindy to see, then flicked a switch at the base of the implement. The vibrator began to hum and quiver in anticipation of being buried up a female hole.
Just seeing the vibrator excited Mindy. She had often wondered what it felt like to have the quivery instrument crammed up her twat. She could hardly wait to find out.
The woman did not immediately stick it into Mindy's cunt. She first brushed the quivering plastic rod across Mindy's pebble-hard little buttons. Fiery tongues of flame scorched sensitive nerves and made Mindy feel weak and rubbery in nervous reaction.
The throbbing tool was sheer heaven on her aroused tits. But it would be ever so much much better up her gushing pussy!
As if sensing the girl's desires, the woman began to drag the vibrator from its position atop the slightly upturned boobs to the deep valley between the mountains of tit flesh. Delving deeply into the girl's navel for a moment, until she began to moan and clutch with fervid need at the tormenting woman's shoulders, the quivering shaft moved at an agonizing snail's pace.
The woman hesitated and pressed the throbbing instrument against Mindy's nude pussy mound – pressed down hard until Mindy cried out in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.
Mindy's body was racked with deep, passion filled shudders, mostly of delight. How could she have ever thought this woman was going to give her pain? Especially now when she was promising her a brand-new and excitingly different experience. Being at The Institute was certainly rounding out the girl's sexual experiences.
The vibrator-wielding woman tormented the cuntlips, but it was sweet torture for Mindy. The girl spread her legs and reached down to open her box for the insertion of the shivering rod.
With a suddenness that took her completely by surprise, the woman rammed the full ten inches of throbbing plastic far up into the girl's cunt. Mindy screamed in agony as pain ripped through her being. Once housed in her delicate hole, the vibrator continued its mindless quiverings.
The woman gripped the end of the vibrator and began rotating it, twisting it while the vibrator was still deeply buried in its sheath of cunt flesh. Mindy began to cry. The tickling, titillating sensation that transmitted itself to her delicate pussy tissues was exhilarating; it felt as if thousands of fleecy-winged butterflies had flown up into her cunt and were fluttering around trying vainly to escape. But the coarse, excruciating tearing action of the plastic against her tender cunt walls made her gasp with pathetic little yelps.
If the woman had allowed the vibrator to lie in her twat, Mindy would have enjoyed the feeling to the utmost. By adding the twisting to the plastic instrument's motions, Mindy felt reamed to the very core. It hurt, it hurt so abysmally that she could not even form coherent words to shout out her protests.
Mindy's eyes filled with tears, and they began to trickle down her cheeks, leaving salty tracks behind. It felt as if she were being gutted – while still alive to suffer through every hideous instant of the torture.
The woman wasn't content to savagely twist the ten-inch length inside the poor, abused girl's snatch. She yanked it out while maintaining the savage rotary motion. Mindy almost fainted from the intense pain that knifed into her.
The white plastic was slippery from Mindy's cunt juices and a considerable amount of blood. The woman had ripped the cunt walls and caused a copious flow of blood to gush out onto the bed. While Mindy was sobbing, gasping out her pitiful cries, the woman had a flash of inspiration. She rolled the girl over and began drilling at her tiny asshole with the great, over-sized vibrating prick.
The white-haired woman found the opening to Mindy's bung and didn't bother to slow down her headlong rush on her way up Mindy's ass. With the plastic end of the mechanism thrusting out of the tortured girl's butt, the woman sat up and surveyed her handiwork. A thin, cruel smile crossed her lips, and she sneered at the sobbing teenager sprawled on the bed before her. She felt the girl was sufficiently humbled to begin the real work.
"All right, you little slut. Start eating my cunt!" Mindy shook her head and couldn't prevent the racking sobs from shaking her body. Her cunt hurt, her ass hurt, she hurt all over, and this bitch wanted her to eat her cunt?
When the blows from the leather strap began to fall on Mindy's shoulder and back, she knew the woman was serious. Wanting nothing but to get this entire degrading experience over with as soon as possible, Mindy complied.
She rolled over, carefully avoiding shoving the vibrator farther up into her ass, then found the matted twat bush of the woman spread out before her like a picnic feast. Mindy rapidly moved her mouth to the woman's box and sucked. She pulled away, her mouth filled with a repugnant taste of kerosene. Vicious fingers laced through her blonde hair and shoved her mouth back to the stinking cunt.
"What's the matter, whore? Don't you like the taste? I did that just for you!" The woman laughed demonically, but did not relinquish her hold on Mindy's hair.
"EAT! Damn you, eat my cunt!"
Mindy again began to suck, tongue and tease at the tiny cut that soon poked up out of its fleshy sheath. All Mindy was interested in was ending this horrifying episode as quickly as possible. She concentrated on only the things that would get the woman off as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately the woman had a high tolerance to clitoral stimulation, and Mindy continually gagged on the kerosene-smeared cunt hair. But, eventually – after what seemed like a million eternities to the young, misused girl, the woman moaned, then shoved her away.
"Good enough for now. I'll let you go back to sucking donkey dicks or whatever you do best. But the next time I want a real youngster. You're far too old for my tastes."
With that, the woman heaved herself off the bed, dressed and left.
Mindy lay on her stomach, silently gagging and fearful of touching the humming vibrator still buried up her asshole. She didn't want to inflict any more damage on herself than had already been done. As the vibrator merrily buzzed away, Mindy's dreams of becoming a permanent member of the staff at The Institute began to evaporate.
Now, she wanted more, far more. She wanted revenge on Michelle for doing this to her.