Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

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.