Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

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.