Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

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.