Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

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.

Mindy was allowed several days to recuperate from the brutality shown her by first the white-haired dyke, then the sleazy man with a distinct yearning for watching a dog fuck with humans. Although weak, she managed to get the three blocks necessary for her escape freed from the wall of her cell.

Once she had almost been caught, but had covered by feigning cramps. That did not prevent Michelle from ordering her to service another patron, but this one was extremely mundane and pedestrian in his tastes. All he wanted was to fuck. No frills, no special positions, nothing except the time-honored missionary position.

Mindy refrained from offering to initiate him into some of the more exciting sexual acrobatics she had learned. If he was just horny and wasn't getting any ass, she would simply lie there and let him screw her until he came. It wasn't her place to dictate to him what to do. Besides, she couldn't really say she enjoyed the encounter. She had lain under the man like a log. The patron had probably left thinking he had had his first taste, of necrophilia and had fucked a corpse.