Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

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.