Roberta Vickers: Bondage whore

Mindy slowly came to realize she was controlling him, that she was calling the shots as long as her mouth was locked around his dick. Her agile tongue began a spiraling motion on the entire length of his cock, laying and bathing every square millimeter of meat with her sweet saliva.

When a crystal drop of pre-seminal fluid beaded at the end of Bren's fleshy rod, Mindy adroitly snared it with her tongue and made a lapping sound like a kitten confronted with a saucer of cream. She closed her jaws until her teeth lightly scored the man's tool. Feeling hint writhe and buck around her face, she started a slow, gradual sucking in of his entire cock. Her teeth glided down Bren's shaft and nearly drove him crazy from the fiery, fiercely erotic sensations jackhammering into his loins.

Mindy had to admit she was beginning to get off on cocksucking. It was a brand-new experience, one that she found exciting. The nearness of cock, right where she could see and smell it, was electrically invigorating. She felt her crotch going damp again, but this time she was the one to put a couple fingers up inside her hole. As she sucked and tongued Bren's prick, she began diddling herself.

The warmth soon spread throughout her belly and nerves began firing jolt after electric jolt in her entire body. As the first spasms of climax began to chip away at her control, she noticed her movements on Bren's prick were more and more sporadic. She sucked harder, even bit down harder as the waves of orgasm began surging through her body.

It was not long before she felt his sizable cock begin to expand in her mouth, growing in circumference and girth. It seemed to harden, pulse more vigorously, then, like a berserk fire hose, gallon upon gallon of salty, tangy jism jetted into her mouth.

Mindy swallowed the first mouthful in time to take a second. When she gulped that down and had a chance to savor the taste of man seed, her body again acted the traitor. Almost against her will, she sucked even harder than she had previously. Bren moaned constantly now, his hands tousling her blonde hair, hurting her with the intensity of his grip. She milked him for every single drop of jism locked in his balls.

Still licking the straining dick, she felt it shrink from its once mighty size and, finally, no amount of sucking could keep it a firm rod.

Bren pulled his limp tool from the teenager's mouth, then said, "I never been sucked like that before! Babe, I don't know who taught you how to give a blow job, but he was one helluva good teacher!"

Bren wiggled free and zipped up his trousers. He fumbled open the car door, then got back behind the steering wheel. Recovering his breath after the fierce face-fucking he'd just given Mindy – or, more accurately, she'd given him – he said to his partner, "Look at the time. We've just got enough time to get to Jeff Co Airport if we hurry."

Vic looked at his fancy wrist watch and nodded agreement. "If I give honey sucker back there ten cc's of Valium, that should take care of her until she gets to The Institute."

Mindy heard the low-voiced comment and protested loudly, "You said you'd let me go! I did what you asked! You've got to let me loose! You promised!"

Vic turned to the angry girl, smiled wickedly, and said, "Tough shit, doll. We lied."

Mindy heard a buzzing, a nagging, annoying, distant hum like angry hornets. She reached up and touched her head, and the nasty sound increased tenfold in intensity. Through a strength of will she had not known she possessed, the girl forced her eyes open to look around. The first impressions received were not very favorable.

The brief glimpse of the room, before everything gyrated wildly and made her unbearably dizzy, showed her more of a prison cell than a hotel room. Cold, grey cement block walls and an iron-barred grille on a solid steel door just like Mindy had seen in hundreds of movies mocked her. She cradled her head in shaking hands, and soon the buzzing receded and died.

Head still honing, Mindy managed to sit upright in the bed. The bed seemed out of place in the spartan surroundings. Mindy managed to force her eyes open and carefully surveyed her quarters. The bed, nearest at hand, first caught her attention. It was an expensive model, kind-sized and had an elaborately embroidered pattern on the bedspread. The furniture in the tiny room was all high-grade polished mahogany, heavy, intricately carved and very expensive. The floor was thickly carpeted in a soft, grey shag rug.

When Mindy took a tentative step onto the carpet, she sank ankle deep into the luxurious pile. Luxurious and curious. Mindy knew she must be at the mysterious Institute that the two thugs had mentioned. Unconsciously, her hand strayed to the tiny puncture wound on her left arm where Vic had jabbed her with the hypodermic needle laden with the knockout drug.

But if this was The Institute, it raised more questions than Mindy could ask in a lifetime. Why was the prison furnished with incredibly expensive trappings? And where was she? Still in Denver? But this question was one for which she could provide at least a partial answer. Mindy knew that Vic and Bren were anxious to get to a small county airport; that meant she was possibly within flying distance of Denver, small-plane flying distance.

Call it a thousand miles. Mindy shuddered at the thought. A thousand miles was a long way. She could be as far away as Dallas or Chicago or Los Angeles or Seattle. There was no way of determining how long she had been unconscious from the drug.

The heavy metal door squeaked open to reveal the silhouette of a woman standing in the harsh light of the hail outside. At first, Mindy could see nothing but the smooth, flowing lines of the woman's voluptuous figure. The woman stood in the doorway for long minutes, fists resting defiantly on her hips.

As if making a decision, the woman entered the room and allowed Mindy her first good look at her. The girl had to repress a gasp of honor. She was not quite sure how she could have fallen into the hands of anyone quite like this… woman.

The girl's captor was tall, five foot nine or ten. Fiery-red hair tumbled down over her shoulders, and startlingly violet eyes glared out their contempt for Mindy. The face was slightly angular, patrician, but decidedly attractive, even beautiful had it not been for the sneer marring the woman's regular features and contorting them into a mask of hatred.

But Mindy took all that in with a single glance. The woman's black leather outfit was what captured the girl's eyes and held them. A skin-tight black leather tunic, laced up the front to reveal creamy white flesh and the slivers of moonlike tits. The tunic came down over equally tight leather breeches which disappeared into the knee-high tops of shining, jet-black boots. Clutched in one trim, pale hand was a short, ugly-looking whip.

The black-leathered woman snapped the whip and instantly had Mindy's full attention. "I see you finally decided to wake up. I am Michelle, and I will be your guardian. If you have any questions or problems, I shall be the one who will handle them for you."

Mindy, wide-eyed, couldn't help but stare at the cruel leather encasing Michelle and at the even nastier whip that lightly dangled from those ghostly fingers.

Michelle began to pace back and forth across the ten-foot square of the room, but her eyes never left Mindy. "This is The Institute. Many of the inmates call it other things. When they do, they are disciplined."

The whip cracked again with a deft flick of her wrist.

"We offer services at The Institute for very wealthy, very influential people. They pay for absolute discretion on our part, and we provide them with anything they wish in the way of…"

Mindy choked out, "Whores?"

Michelle snapped, "NO! We are not a whorehouse! The Institute is something more, something greater. Through judicious use of our power, we influence foreign policy, domestic spending, legislation, many things which need not worry you. But The Institute is not a whorehouse. Say that again and you will be punished severely!" The ugly snap of the lash insured Mindy would not utter that vile word again.