Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

Vile-tasting rubber in her mouth, she almost gagged. Michelle uttered a low-pitched laugh and took a step back, allowing her dildo to slip from between Mindy's straining lips. The girl had closed her eyes, but now she opened them. At the tip of her nose was a black-encased cunt, a rubber appendage slapping lewdly against her forehead. Beginning to cry from the humiliation being heaped upon her, Mindy slumped down. Several blows landed on her back, smarting and aching.

"Get up and kiss my cock!" came the command one more time.

Mindy straightened, but Michelle had taken a half-step away. She strained forward to kiss the dildo, but Michelle took another half-step back. Mindy fell face down on the floor, unable to break her fall with her hands.

"Now that's just the way I want to see you. Giving me the proper obeisance, just the right amount of cringing homage. And that white, fleshy ass protruding up into the air, a tight, moist little pussy drooping down underneath like some bitch in heat."

"And, like a bitch, I'll take you!"

The redhead slipped around Mindy and positioned herself behind the awkwardly placed girl. Michelle dropped to her knees, reached out and spread Mindy's legs to fully expose the gaping cunt. She took the dildo and guided it to Mindy's gash.

Mindy twitched as she felt the dildo against her delicate cuntlips. She moaned out, "Please leave me alone. Leave me… Aieeee!"

As she began her plea to the merciless woman, Michelle rammed the rubber prick into Mindy's twat, using more force than necessary. The huge girth of the fake cock disappeared completely into the awaiting hole. Michelle smirked as she felt the tremors quaking through her captive's body. As if those shiverings were transmitted to her body through real, living flesh, Michelle felt her crotch begin to prickle, to grow hot and moist with the action she was forcing on Mindy.

Michelle grabbed twin handfuls of ass flesh and agonizingly withdrew from her female sheath. Mindy shuddered continuously, then gasped again as the redhead heaved herself forward once more. Michelle couldn't feel the enormously long cock smash into Mindy's cervix, but the girl did. It hurt abysmally and she began to cry, making no attempt to hide her emotional outpourings.

"What's the matter, my pretty pretty? Don't you like the feel of my cock inside your cunt?" Michelle reached around the doubled-up girl's body and began groping along the slippery gash until she found the meek little button of a clitoris. With expert strokes, Michelle curled her index finger around the tiny shaft of Mindy's passion-trigger and began to traverse its short length tenderly, lovingly.

Mindy's cries soon became those of uncontrollable passion. Pain forgotten under Michelle's expert fingering, even the rubber cock thrusting in and out of her cunt became an erotic stimulus. Her entire universe became one of carnal pleasure, centered around her quivering, excited clitoris.

The erectile tissue grew and thrust out to allow Michelle better access. Mindy's body became a traitor to her brain and began to demand more and more of the fine, hedonistic sensations. The warmth soon grew throughout her crotch and was aided by the dildo reaming her steaming twat. The friction inside her cunt hole as well as the delicate fingering of her clit ignited the fuse to the powder keg buried in her loins.

The orgasm lanced through her and erupted with atomic intensity, blotting out everything except the monstrously huge dildo in her cunt. Michelle began fucking in and out with demonic fury, her own orgasm starting.

Almost simultaneously, both surged and rocked and bucked with the hurricane winds of ultimate sexual release smashing through their bodies. Michelle's orgasm was less intense and she regained control before the writhing girl impaled by the rubber prick.

The red-haired, leather-clad woman pulled her dildo from the girl's clutching cunt, noting the sparkling, gleaming pussy juice soaking into the rubber.

As she studied her imitation dick, Mindy finally glided down from the sexual high she was riding out. Forehead pressed firmly against the floor, feeling returning to her body, she noticed the incredible tensions across her shoulder blades. Having her hands cuffed behind her was beginning to exact its toll. The delightful feelings that had played throughout her body were now replaced by pain and terribly aching muscles.

Michelle stood and unbuckled her male attachment. "You seem to enjoy the benefits of being an inmate at The Institute. Well, my pretty pretty, we'll have to go and find you a patron before the day is out. No sense in letting your hot little cunt cool off, is there?"

Michelle laughed, an ugly sound.

Mindy took a deep breath, and her resolve firmed. Her father had sold her into slavery. But she had once eluded him. She could escape from The Institute, also.

Michelle picked Mindy up from the floor as if she were a suitcase, and a light one at that. The girl had ceased her crying and solemnly told herself that she would never again give Michelle or any patron of The Institute the satisfaction of seeing her show fear or humiliation. She realized what a burden this might be, but it would be personally satisfying and a goal that might enable her to maintain her sanity.

She doubted there would be much else except personal satisfaction ahead for her until she could escape.

The view Mindy received bouncing down the hall tucked under Michelle's arm was strange and distorted. The carpet spun in and out of her field of vision, and she managed to get a fairly good view of where she had been, if not where she was going. Soon, the black-clad woman located Mindy's cubbyhole inside the maze that was The Institute, and pushed the creaking iron door open with her free hand.

She dumped Mindy onto the grey shag carpet, then said, "I'll have a patron for you within an hour. You should be rested up enough to give him a good time for his money, my pretty pretty."

"Will you get these handcuffs off me?"

"In time, in time. I want to be sure you fully realize how truly helpless your situation is. You must cooperate. And I assure you, this mild punishment is nothing compared to what we can do."

Without another word, Michelle left.

Mindy, from her huddled posture on the rug, watched the shiny boots stride out the door. As soon as the iron door had clanged shut, Mindy began to squirm and managed to get a trim, smoothly muscled shoulder under her body. With a determined shove, Mindy rose to her knees, then to her feet, using the bed as a brace for her actions.

She flopped down on the soft, springy bed and quickly found she would not be able to lie comfortably on her back. The pain jabbed into the bound girl's shoulder blades and the weight of her body cut off circulation in handcuff-fastened wrists. The imprisoned girl managed to flip over to one side and stared out into the room. The agony tormenting her young body soon reduced to a dull ache, but the seething hatred that flooded her brain made her ever more certain she would conquer and win free from this slime pit of degradation into which her father had sold her.

Her every thought was black and grim. She was truly caught in a velvet-lined bear trap. That it had luxurious decorations did not diminish the fact that it was still a deadly trap, one to be free of at the soonest possible instant.

The time crept by sluggishly, and Mindy was unsure how long she lay on her side, waiting for Michelle to return and free her from the handcuffs that viciously bit into her slender wrists. At long last, the sleekly clad jailer entered Mindy's cell and looked down at her helpless charge.

"Well, my pretty pretty, I have finally located a patron for you. He has requested a little girl, perhaps ten or twelve, for his fun. You are a little old for him, but still the youngest we presently have available. Our new shipment of that age group has not yet arrived, so we must make do with what we have on hand."