The vibrator buzzed and quivered and seemed to bore into the very core of Mindy's being. She could not suppress the tears that trickled down her cheeks, nor did she try very hard. The pain in her cunt was excruciating. The blood no longer flowed from her hole in the quantities it had the wounds deep inside her pussy would be clotting over, her body attempting to repair the damage wrought by the white-haired lesbian.
Mindy never heard the door open or Michelle walk in.
"My pretty pretty didn't seem to enjoy this as much. That's such a pity, because I have another patron for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy him much, much more than your last one."
When the leather-clad redhead made no motion to remove the vibrator from her asshole or even turn it off, Mindy sobbed, "You degenerate bitch! One of these days you'll pay for this! I swear it! I swear it!"
The lump that formed in her throat prevented the girl from continuing. She had come to hate Michelle as much as she did her father. In her mind, the two were inexorably linked in the scheme to humiliate and totally degrade her.
How her father could have sold her into slavery in the first place was still something of a mystery. The man was a wastrel, profligate and subhuman. But Michelle was even worse. She seemed to dedicate her life to a career of evil. Dominance and submission were her stock in trade, and was she expert at them! She no longer had to use the whip to force Mindy into bowing to her will. Michelle had adopted more subtle ways, ways that would make it appear the patrons were responsible.
The cold, polar-frigid hatred that formed inside Mindy encompassed both her father and Michelle. But her father could wait. Michelle would be the enraged girl's first target.
How or when wasn't obvious. All that was apparent in the young girl's universe was the damned buzzing and vibrating of the imitation prick cruelly rammed up her asshole.
Michelle said, "My pretty pretty just isn't grateful to me. That's such a pity, too, because I have another patron coming in less than an hour whom I am sure you will truly enjoy."
Only then did the woman flick off the switch on the vibrator, but the way she withdrew the instrument from its tight surroundings was as painful as the white-haired woman's insertion. Mindy winced but had regained enough control not to say anything. She was determined to take whatever Michelle could dish out, remember each and every atrocity, then repay her at some future date. With interest. Lots of interest.
"Come along and we'll get you cleaned up far our dear Laurence. He's such a sweet man, I'm sure you'll love him immensely. And he has such a droll sense of humor." Mindy's skin erupted in goosebumps at the tone of Michelle's voice. It possessed a leer, a sneering quality that told the battered girl that this Laurence man was going to be even worse than the white-haired dyke.
Mindy's mind refused to imagine how such a thing could be possible.
Michelle supported Mindy back to the girl's cell, then left her with instructions to be ready for her next patron in forty-five minutes. Mindy took a quick shower, the feel of water jetting across her tortured genitals soothing and relaxing. The bleeding from her cunt had stopped; Mindy hoped the damage was not serious because nothing had been said of bringing in a doctor to check her. She had ghastly visions of bleeding to death, her bed a veritable swimming pool of blood, her dead body soaked in the red fluids that poured from her cunt.
She hadn't been told what to wear, but one thing was immediately apparent. She would not be able to tolerate ordinary panties. The slight scraping of even satin or silk across her cuntlips was sheer agony. Mindy searched through her dresser drawers until she found a pair of crotchless panties made from nylon tricot. Even these felt peculiar, irritating, but it was far better than the self-inflicted anguish of regular underwear.
Dressed in a short plaid skirt and a simple black blouse that was semitransparent, she waited for Michelle to return. As she waited, she thought. Hard.
Her imprisonment had been pleasant for a few weeks. Now it was turning into unbearable abuse again. Mindy had been seeing a patron only once every other day; today she'd survived through one patron, and another was coming up in a very few minutes. Could she expect to meet still another after this ominous-sounding Laurence creature? Was Michelle out to kill her?
The possibility existed. Mindy had slowly wrested power from the leather-clad, whip-toting guardian, and Michelle resented it immensely. Mindy could not see how she could regain the upper hand as long as she was a mere inmate and Michelle was a guardian.
That must change.
Mindy thought furiously and could not devise a plan that seemed halfway feasible. That left only her escape route through the wall. One block had been removed. The chipping away of another three blocks, which would be easier than breaching the wall for the first time, was all it would take. She could slip out one night and vanish. The sound of the nearby ocean meant that a highway had to be within walking distance. She could hitchhike – even remembering where that had gotten her the last time she had tried it – and get the hell away from The Institute and Michelle.
Yet that didn't seem quite right. It cheated her of revenge on Michelle.
The imprisoned girl had no further time to ponder her situation. Michelle came strutting into the cell, a wide, evil smile splashed across her face. Mindy didn't have to ask what the smile meant; it could only mean more pain for her.
"My pretty pretty is oh, so pretty! Come now, we simply must not keep our friend Laurence waiting. He is such a special patron with such special tastes that I'm sure you'll find him to be amusing."
Michelle pointed to the door in an imperious manner, her entire attitude changed from that which she had exhibited before sending Mindy in to the lesbian with the penchant for young girls and domination.
Mindy reluctantly crawled off the bed and started down the hallway. The pair said nothing, but Mindy imagined she could hear Michelle humming a tune as they went. They stopped in front of a door, a portal totally unlike any of the others Mindy had seen at The Institute.
This door reminded her of old prison movies she had seen. It was painted a dull green just like the door into the execution chambers in penitentiaries. She couldn't help herself. She trembled visibly.
Michelle noticed and smirked. "So you realize this is a special room, eh? Well, my pretty pretty, this is what we call the kennel club."
"Inside!" With that, Michelle pushed Mindy through the door, then slammed and loudly locked it behind the girl.
Frightened eyes surveyed the room.
It was as if this were her first day, and she was unnerved and expecting anything to happen. From the apparatus strewn around the cold, barren room. Mindy began to wonder just what might happen to her. There was a rough-hewn wood platform resting against the wall. Mindy quickly amended that appraisal; it wasn't so much a platform as some kind of brace on rollers. It was in the form of a cross. She shuddered, thinking about the position she would be forced in if chained to that ugly thing.
Her arms would be stretched out straight to either side of her shoulders, and her legs spread brutally far apart, her cunt exposed. But aside from this and a table in the room, no other piece of furniture was visible.
Mindy whirled at the sound of a door opening. Walking through the door, his manner arrogant, was one of the most wretched examples of humanity Mindy had ever had the misfortune to witness. He was of medium height, had stringy, greasy dishwater-blond hair and was dressed like some tramp. Perhaps a junkyard attendant would have been closer. A mechanic with dirt-encrusted fingernails, filthy overalls and boots with soles that threatened to fall off with every step the man took.
Mindy could not believe her eyes. Every prior patron had the air of wealth about him, wealth and power. This pitiful excuse for a man was not by any stretch of the imagination in the same class as those who had gone before.
"Are you the one Michelle supplied? I suppose I really must do with whatever trash she throws my way."
The way he said it made Mindy cringe.
"Goddamnit, you dirty little bitch, strip off those clothes, or I'll rip them off myself!"
He began divesting himself of his overalls. They had not been washed in weeks. The shirt that fluttered out was an old work shirt, stained with sweat and grease. His Jockey shorts were grey from lack of soap.
Mindy backed away from this filthy individual. She wanted nothing to do with him, The Institute be damned!
The man crossed the room with surprising speed. He grabbed her by the upper arm and shook her hard.
"Listen, bitch, you make me sick. You nauseate me so much I want to puke all over you. If you don't do what I want, I will. How would you like gobs of vomit in your bleached-blonde hair, eh?"
Mindy could only shake her head in negation. The man smelled so bad it had to have been weeks since he last bathed.
"I can see Michelle provided a really sorry one for me this time. Leave your fucking clothes on." He backhanded Mindy across the face. The blow was so severe it knocked the girl off her feet. Falling to the cold, grey cement floor stunned her for a moment. This was all the time it took for Laurence to produce a set of handcuffs.
Twin clicks echoed hollowly in the room, and Mindy found herself with her hands securely fastened behind her back. She wiggled to the wall and began to rise, using the wall for support. The teenager was brutally shoved back down to the concrete slab floor by two dirty hands. The man only glared at her.
"Wait until I'm undressed, you pathetic little cunt." Laurence stripped his remaining clothes off to stand naked in front of Mindy. She peered up at him, her green eyes wide with fear. The man was treating her in a manner she didn't like at all. He wasn't the dominating, proficient professor or the self-assured Rocky or even the degrading Michelle with her rubber cock or the white-haired woman.
Laurence was something worse. Something truly evil.
He walked to the table and opened the single drawer. He reached inside and withdrew a large bottle of a red, viscous-looking fluid. Laurence turned and came back to the cowering girl. He held the bottle out for her to examine.
"Do you like strawberry syrup, whore? Yes? Very well." He opened the jar and poured the thick liquid syrup onto his lower stomach. It sluggishly flowed down to his matted crotch hair and disappeared into the tangled forest of his groin. Laurence then stuck his dick into the bottle like a quill pen going into an inkwell.
His tool emerged, drooling and dripping the syrup onto the floor. With a careless toss, he heaved the half filled bottle across the room where it smashed with demonic fury against the wall. Mindy's eyes were transfixed on the spot where the syrup hit. It was as if blood oozed down from a large gaping sore in the cement block wall.
"Goddamnit, you surly slut! On your knees! Lick all of this sticky glop off me!"
Mindy struggled to her knees, hampered by her hands cuffed behind her back. She managed to edge forward to approach his smelly crotch. She gagged at the stench coming from his groin but forced herself closer. As the captive girl bent forward slightly to begin licking the syrup from Laurence's dick, he suddenly took a small step backwards.
The man's rod had neither the length nor the girth of any of her previous patrons. The only one who could ever be satisfied with such a tiny prick was the man himself.
Mindy took the entire length of his cock in a single gulp. Laurence gasped at the feel of the wet mouth around his lusty rod, the intensely erotic tongue being danced along his horny tool. She made careful spirals around the entrapped dick, starting at the purpled hood and working her way down off the crown to the sensitive flesh immediately behind the broad head. Laurence had dropped his dominance trip and stood, legs slightly spread, enjoying the lush, lavish feel of a female tongue on his puny dick.
Mindy lightly nipped at the folds of flesh under the cockhead and elicited a groan of pleasure from her patron's lips. She continued down the stalk, lavishing the most intense care possible on the rod thrust into her mouth. She had learned that, if she brought him off quickly, the session might be at an end. She could be rid of this despicable human being – and calling him that was stretching the definition of human to its limit.
Nose buried in the sticky, matted hair of his crotch, Mindy began to thrust her tongue out and swirl around in the dense jungle of stringy strands. The strawberry syrup made her task easier; it masked the horrible taste that would have otherwise prevailed.
Laurence took a full step back. Mindy made the quick decision not to bite down hard to keep her balance, though the idea was tempting. She fell heavily to the icy floor again, bruising her shoulder as she hit.
"Clumsy slut! Get back up!" Laurence's cock bobbed and quivered in front of him. Mindy glared at him from her supine position, then knew he had made the sudden move because he was too close to popping his wad. He wanted to prolong it, and this was his way of achieving a goal other men succeeded at by self-control.
She grimly lifted herself up once again and began clumsily approaching him. Mindy wished she could have stood, but that was a faint hope. He would only knock her down again.
Laurence leered down at her and said, "Go on! Suck!"
Mindy sucked. She sucked so hard on his prick the man thought he had accidentally plugged his rod into a milking machine. He attempted to step back and failed. He simply couldn't pull his cock from her mouth, so intense was the suction she was administering to his five-inch dong.
"Oh, oh, Gods, by the Gods! I'm coming!" His voice was slurred with passion as erotic electricity surged into his loins and tightened his balls in their compact little sac. His rocks felt trapped in a pressure cooker, rolling and tumbling, building steam as Mindy gave head.
The girl's tongue flicked away the tiny drop of pre-seminal fluid, and she knew that her goal was soon to be reached. Laurence would soon blow his wad and be done with her.
The man surprised her, however. He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her golden blonde hair and jerked her mouth away from his dick. The strawberry syrup was cleaned off; she had performed that to his desires. Now what did he want from her?
"I'm commmmiiing!" he screamed, maintaining his fierce grip on her hair.
His cock dangled scant inches from Mindy's face. She watched the telltale signs of the approaching torrent of cum. The cock expanded slightly, the turgid hood broadening and the tiny pinprick hole at the end of the rod becoming larger.
Mindy watched one giant spasm hit Laurence's cock, then another. As the third gripped the man, his geyser of white jism arced over and splattered into her face. She winced and tried to avoid the second and third spurts, but in vain. His grimy hands held her face directly in the path of his rocketing seed.
Mindy wanted to cry. The man's sperm had blasted warmly onto her face. One gob clung with tenacity to an eyebrow and threatened to flow down into her left eye. Another had struck her on the cheek; that had already begun to dribble down the side of her face. The third liquid bullet failed to reach the heights of the other two. It resided just under her mouth on a firmly fleshed, if quivering, chin.
Laurence, sated for the moment and released from his orgasm, stared down at the girl. "You're pathetic. I want you to finish licking up all the syrup!" He used his two hands to shove Mindy to the concrete floor where several drips of the gooey strawberry concoction had fallen and begun to dry.
"No look, Laurence… please… I…"
He kicked her as hard as he could. She gasped, then realized how lucky she was. He could have been wearing the dilapidated boots. That would have broken ribs.
Whimpering like a whipped animal, Mindy began rubbing her tongue against the cold, rough cement to flick up the remnants of the spilled syrup. With her hands bound behind her, it was a difficult task. She finally lay full length on her stomach and attempted to finish off the allotted task in this fashion.
It took her several long, painful minutes, but at long last Mindy managed to complete the task.
She rolled to her side, circulation being cut off in her hands from the cruelly imprisoning cuffs biting into her wrists.
"Please, don't make me do anything else!" She had vowed not to beg, but this man frightened her, made her want to do anything possible to escape from his demented and deranged schemes for her abasement. Even Michelle and her obscene dildo rape had been better than this.
Laurence said in a soft voice, "Would you mind if I cleaned your lovely face off?"
Mindy hesitated. She had heard switches in tone like this before with Michelle. Whenever the leather-clad woman changed from brutality to a seeming compassion for her victim, the compassion never failed to be far worse.
"Tha-that's all right. Just unfasten me. Please, Laurence." She put every bit of energy she could muster into her begging, her pleading for mercy.
"I wouldn't want anyone to see you like that." He reached down to his flaccid tool and aimed it at her. Mindy barely had time to screw her eyes tightly shut before the steaming, seething hot stream of urine descended onto her face.
She rolled to escape the torrential downpour of piss, but her actions were not successful. Mindy could not move fast enough to elude the stream emanating from the tiny spigot in Laurence's prick. For an eternity she felt the smelly, yellow hot stream of piss flooding over her. Her once shiny, lustrous hair began to mat. She felt plunged into the deepest pit of degradation she could imagine. What else could he possibly do to her that could further make her feel insignificant and worthless? She was terrified the man would think of something.
Trapped against the wall, Mindy resigned herself to waiting out the end of the yellow rain. It seemed to take an infinite length of time before the golden shower ended. Mindy sobbed quietly, holding her head as low as she could. The strands of hair that tell forward across her forehead acted as tiny downspouts for the urine in her hair. She shook as tiny droplets trickled down the matted wads of hair and puddled obscenely on the floor.
Mindy hoped that Laurence wouldn't make her lick his piss off the floor.
Laurence didn't even seem to consider the possibility. For that Mindy was thankful, if fearful it would occur to him. And she certainly wasn't going to mention it!
"You slimy cunt! You filthy, horrid creature of hell! You spurn me! Well, dammit, maybe you'll like my friend better when he enters your smelly cunt!"
Mindy couldn't believe her ears. He had, a friend? And his friend wanted to fuck her! After all she had gone through, Laurence's friend wanted to actually take her in the cunt?
It would be a dry humping. Mindy was so terrified and abased, she didn't know if she could ever again enjoy any sexual act, no matter how erotically worthwhile.
Laurence lifted her with a grunt and half carried, half dragged her to the rough-hewn, board "X" on the other side of the room. He slammed her upright against the splintery structure, then went to a table and fumbled in the drawer for a few minutes until he found and extracted four lengths of rope.
His intent was obvious. With brutal strength, he spread Mindy's fine, slender legs and tied them to the widely spaced lower braces. Her ass rested in the "V" notch of the cross, and she winced at the way her soft buttcheeks were pinched. Rut her cunt was wide open for anyone wanting to enter.
Laurence then unlocked the handcuffs, and Mindy fell forward. As she did, he neatly snared one wrist and quickly tied it against the uneven board. In spite of her attempts to claw at him with her unbound hand, he likewise managed to imprison it on the far end of the board cross. When he finished, he took a step back and admired his handiwork.
She was truly crucified, her most private parts lewdly spread for Laurence's friend.
Laurence studied the way her skirt had hiked up and decided he did not like it. He ripped the tiny plaid skirt off, a leer crossing his ugly face as he did so. He merely smirked at the crotchless panties she had donned.
"Those are just the thing. Cat loves the taste of silk. And he won't have to chew through any unnecessary material to get to the real meat." Laurence's laugh was positively evil.
Mindy's heart raced from the honor that stabbed at her belly. The coldness filling her made an iceberg seem tropical in comparison. Whoever this "Cat" was, he obviously had even more bizarre sexual quirks than did Laurence. That thought alone frightened her until Mindy feared her heart would rupture.
Laurence's next act confused her. Not ripping open her blouse to expose her opulent tits, that she could understand. But what was the peculiar smelling substance he smeared between her twin peaks jutting so proudly from her chest? It somehow reminded her of an animal smell, but one which she could not immediately identify.
And when Laurence crammed a brown stick into her cunt, Mindy almost fainted from the reaction. She recognized that object and knew what was in store for her.
If she didn't lose her mind first, she would get even with Michelle. The white-haired woman was nothing in comparison to this swine, this fish-faced enemy of the people who probably got off on sucking pig pricks.
Mindy felt the wooden apparatus roll out into the room and lower until she was almost parallel with the floor. Her cunt was less than twelve inches off the floor, and she was inclined at a fifteen-degree angle; it was just enough so that she could observe what would be done to her.