Roberta Vickers: Bondage whore

"But, my pretty pretty, come and I shall show you something of your new life. I think there are several patrons currently within the walls. Watching them with other inmates such as yourself will prove instructive."

"Where are we?"

"The Institute, you stupid little bitch! Surely, we have not paid so much for an idiot?"

"I mean, what part of the country is this?" Mindy was frightened by Michelle's intensity.

"It does not concern you. Nothing will ever again concern you except giving our patrons their every wish. Come!"

Michelle grabbed Mindy's shoulder with polar cold fingers and propelled the young girl into the passageway outside the cell. Mindy gasped anew as she saw the incredible decor. Obviously chosen by a wealthy sybarite, everything in view screamed, "Pleasure! Pleasure!"

The walls were covered with scarlet velvet and strips of golden wallpaper, and breaking the pattern at set intervals were smoky glass mirrors with spider webs of gold lacing across the surface. The exterior of all the cell doors was a uniform black leather cruelly held to the iron by large brass studs. The tiny barred window was barely noticeable amid the splendor of the hall decorations.

Mindy did not get the chance to further survey her sumptuous prison because Michelle shoved her down the hall, then into a passage running perpendicular to the first. Mindy was dragged along until they came to a door, indistinguishable from the cell doors except by its lack of iron grating. The girl's captor opened the door and pushed her inside. The room itself was very dimly lit and appeared to be a miniature movie theater. Sumptuous chairs were lined up to face one wall. When Mindy's eyes adapted to the dimness, she saw the purpose of the room. The wall was a one-way mirror looking into the next room where a powerfully built man in his late forties was butt-fucking a young girl.

Mindy couldn't drag her eyes from the girl who was even younger than she. The girl had her hands bound behind her back and was bent double over the back of an ornately carved wooden chair to expose her small, round ass to the man's lascivious attentions.

"You like the view, my pretty pretty?" Michelle leered. "Soon, that will be you in there instead of Heather, but of course I can't guarantee you'll get a senator for a patron."

Mindy's green eyes widened. "You mean he's a…"

"But of course. I told you our patrons were of only the highest caliber, those needing discretion at all costs while they satisfy their sexual needs that go… outside society's accepted limits. Some of our patrons are heads of state, some financial wizards and heads of large corporations, all are powerful men and women with… quirks… to their sexual needs. We supply a perfectly natural outlet for those otherwise thwarted drives."

Mindy shuddered. Her eyes strayed back to the room and saw the girl still bent double over the chair; the man had left.

Mindy jumped when Michelle reached over and lightly touched her shoulder. "If you would care to see more, the next room seems to have an interesting tableau."

Mindy allowed herself to be guided to the back of the room, through a door and into another room the duplicate of the little theater they had left. This one-way mirror revealed a room decorated in late-fifteenth-century Spanish Inquisition style. Pulleys, chains and various restraining devices littered the room. A rack was partially inclined against the far wall, and – Mindy swallowed hard when she saw it – a tiny brazier blazed merrily in the center of the room.

In the brazier were four branding irons. All red-hot.

Michelle chuckled and said, "We don't allow our patrons to disfigure the inmates. Often. And then they have to pay dearly for it."

"Ah, look at this!" The woman settled back in a plush-lined chair with obvious eagerness to see the spectacle unfolding before her eyes.

A woman with short-cropped, nearly white hair entered the room and went to a cabinet laden with whips and short riding crops. She selected a vicious-looking, leather-wound riding crop and swatted it across her palm a few times, testing its sting. She appeared satisfied, then her mouth moved in a silent command that seemed to be, "I'm ready."

Michelle turned to Mindy and asked, "Do you want sound? I can turn on the microphones. No?" She chuckled again and said, "I don't like the sound, either. I prefer to just watch."

From the far end of the glass-lined room came another young girl. She was brunette, a teenager for sure, and frightened out of her wits. Mindy didn't blame her at all. Not only was she stark naked, but she had been thrust into a room with a woman brandishing a wicked-looking implement of pain.

The woman with the short-cropped hair commanded the girl to kneel in front of her. Hesitantly, the girl did as she was bid. Mindy couldn't see what occurred next, but the girl apparently refused. The short leather crop descended and landed a stinging blow on the bared shoulder. It left an ugly red welt but did not break the skin.

"See? Nothing mars the beauty of a fine girl quicker than scars. We don't allow anything that will permanently disfigure our inmates. It ruins their long-term value."

Mindy snapped, "You don't mean inmate. You mean sex slave, don't you?" She was rewarded with a backhand slap that started her head ringing again.

"Watch your language or I'll cut your tongue from your pretty head. Some of our patrons desire absolute quiet, and that might be an added attraction for them."

Mindy felt the warmth in her face where the long-fingered hand had slapped her. She defiantly said, "When my dad finds out where I am, you better watch out then! He's got a mean temper."

Michelle laughed, but it was a humorless sound, cold and eerie as a graveyard at midnight. "Your father?" She laughed again. "Your father won't be looking for you. He knows where you are!"

"What do you mean?" Mindy had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she knew what the woman meant, but wanted to hear it anyway.

"Your father is a heavy drinker. He is also unable to restrain himself from heavy betting. And he's not very good at either vice. He lost quite a bit of money to one of our other enterprises. He couldn't make good on his losses when asked. We therefore agreed to cancel his debts and give him five hundred dollars in exchange for a prime piece… of merchandise."

"YOU!" The woman was triumphant.

Mindy began to cry.

Michelle looked back into the room and saw the patron stripped to the waist. The teenager was licking the platinum-haired woman's shoes while the woman unfastened the mid-calf skirt that hindered her slave's attentions.

"Come, let's go to one of the rooms. Watching this is making me horny. Does it have the same effect on you, Mindy?" The girl continued to weep. Michelle slid one arm around her and powerfully lifted. Mindy seemed to fly out of the comfortable seat and landed on her feet.

"Let's go!"

The last thing Mindy saw of the room as she glanced backward over her shoulder was the girl licking the woman's cunt while the riding crop landed stinging blows on her shoulders and back.

The kidnapped girl was pushed down the lavishly decorated hall to still another of the leather-bound doorways. Michelle kicked the portal open and shoved Mindy inside. This room was similar in many ways to the chamber outfitted from the Spanish Inquisition. Only the brazier with its flaming irons was missing; none of the chains and pulleys, ropes and straps was absent.

"Please, Michelle, please!" the girl implored, falling to her knees.

"Are you begging me so early? You're not going to be any fun at all." Michelle went to the cabinet on the wall and stuffed her whip inside to withdraw a short lash made from braided hemp ropes. She flexed her smoothly muscled arm several times, sending the braided strips smashing into the wall with a dull thud.