Mindy felt true discomfort now, but soon that discomfort was blotted out by the heated flesh and what it did to her. In spite of her attempts to control her traitorous body, the girl felt the stirrings of arousal in her crotch. She hated to admit it, even to herself – perhaps especially to herself – but the professor's whipping was turning her on in a big way.
Mindy heard his rapid breathing and, by craning her neck, she could see the look on his face. He was in the throes of intense sexual excitement. His eyes were bright and seemed to radiate their lustful longing. Seeing the distinct bulge in his trousers and knowing that she was the one turning the man on added to her own sexual arousal.
Mindy felt her cunt begin to water, to sluggishly flow as her inner juices dribbled out.
As the professor continued strapping her ass, she began to writhe and moan.
The man, sensing her hotness even through his own lust-clouded gaze, stopped whipping her with his belt. He turned her over and stared down into her green eyes. 'You enjoy this, don't you, little girl?'
Mindy nodded, then swallowed hard. 'Please don't stop,' she begged. Her voice was low, trembly like her body. She felt so shaky and quivery, it was as if her insides had been replaced with jelly.
'SLUT!' the professor cried. 'Now I shall punish you!' He quickly untied her legs, all the while gazing at her hairless, juice-oozing gash. He tossed a cord over one of the posts at the foot of the bed with the skill and accuracy of a cowboy roping a steer. The professor soon had Mindy's legs tied and pulled into a wide 'V' shape, the ropes secured at the two brass pillars at the base of the large bed.
In this position, the girl's buttcheeks were slightly raised off the bed and most of her weight was pressed onto her back and shoulders. This was fine with Mindy because her whipped and sore butt did not have to rub against the cheap, scratchy bedspread.
But the professor had no intention of making this comfortable for his lovely prisoner. He picked up the discarded rope and began curling it around her tender thighs, scourging the inner white flesh until it radiated a warm, intensely pink heat. Mindy found she couldn't wiggle very well in this position. She had to lie back and take the erotic punishment being dealt out to her by the excited professor.
Still, her cunt continued to gush faster and faster. It wasn't exactly pain that was sexually stimulating her; it was the knowledge that she was helpless, bound and being totally dominated by this powerful, physically aggressive man. And knowing the professor was getting off on her stoked the girl's internal fires of passion, also. Mindy could see the huge bulge in his pants, his cock begging to be freed and allowed to fuck into her gaping, pink-lipped cunt.
The professor had been expertly scoring her body with the rope, and Mindy cringed slightly before each blow landed.
With the suddenness of a summer storm, the professor stopped. But Mindy cringed anyway, just as if the blow landed according to the pattern the man had established, lust as she relaxed, the blow came. But not on her belly. The strands of cotton sash cord landed squarely between her legs, full on her blood-filled cuntlips.
The sharp impact, unexpected, and stinging, made her come. The orgasm surged through her body, and the bound girl could feel the copious flow of her pussy lubricants trickling down her asshole to dribble onto the cheap bedspread. But this only added to her climax. The tickly feel of her juices, the tingling in her cuntlips, the sight of the professor above her, panting and hot, shoved her higher and higher up to the pinnacle of maximum sexual enjoyment.
The professor cried out, 'I will not be robbed of my reward!' He ripped off his pants, tossing his shorts after them onto the floor. He leaped to the bed and stood between Mindy's bound, stocking clad legs. The professor towered high over his captive and gazed down, much like a God from Olympus. His hairy legs rubbed against Mindy's soft, smooth thighs.
But her eyes were riveted on the cock throbbing and jerking above her.
The professor smiled slightly, then said, 'Well, little girl, do you like it? Would you like to feel it inside your tight little cunt, wiggling and squirming around?'
'Oh, yes. It's so big!' Mindy was lying. While the man's cock wasn't tiny, Bill's prick had been much larger.
That set her to thinking, not about her predicament, but ironically and illogically, about Bill. He must be disconsolate by now. She had been gone – how long? A few days? Maybe even a week. There was no telling what her father would have told her boyfriend. Perhaps Bill had gone to the police and been told Mindy LaFarge was just another runaway, no means of tracing her, even if anyone wanted her found again. Bill might have protested, been tossed out of the precinct stationhouse.
How good it would be to feel his cock sliding in and out of my cunt! thought Mindy.
She felt an insistent pressure against her shaved pussy mound. The sensation changed drastically when the cock was dragged down by its owner to lightly play with the blushing pink cuntlips protecting the delicate, scalloped inner lips.
Mindy looked down and saw, not the professor, but a blur that flowed and changed into Bill's face. The professor's voice came from the vision, but Mindy didn't care. She cried loudly, 'Hurry! Stick it in my cunt! I need your lovely prick inside me!'
Several lashes from the braided rope brought her back to the stark reality of her situation. She looked down to see the rope descending again to smash across her tits. The girl's nipples were a fiery red surrounded by the brownish plane of areola.
The professor said in a slightly whining voice, 'You're not acting like a little girl. Little girls don't say things like that!' He continued to thrash and abuse her with the rope whip.
Apparently Mindy's face reflected the proper mood to the professor. The man smirked, then said, 'That's better.'
If Mindy looked frightened, she wasn't feigning. She didn't have to act to be truly scared of the man kneeling between her wide-spread legs, his throbbing cock prodding and nudging into her cunt. Mindy had momentarily sublimated her humiliating experience, and it might have cost her permanent disfigurement – or worse.
There was no telling what this man who was living out a personal fantasy of raping little girls would do if the bubble burst and he found out he was not with an inexperienced, groveling child.
Seeing Mindy properly chastised, the man took his cock firmly in hand and began playing with it – and her [missing text].
The cockhead tentatively poked into her cunt, the turgid, purple tip barely sinking from sight. Mindy gasped in reaction as it lightly stimulated her sensitive inner lips, those pinkly scalloped, ultra delicate membranes. She felt her fluids rushing out to bathe the head of his tool, then continue out of her slit to dribble to the surface of the bed.
Gleaming in the harsh light of the single incandescent bulb overhead, the professor pulled his teasing cock out and studied its head. The red-purple knob gleamed with the sparkling cunt juices that it had found inside Mindy's box. He carefully drew the rod over the hairless pussy mound again, in curlicues and spirals flat Mindy felt both as a tingling and a wetly invigorating experience. Her own cunt oils were being used to mark her once-furry mound, the spot where a fleecy, downy bush of gorgeous blonde pussy hair had once formed a dense jungle.
Her nakedness seemed to excite the professor, also. He placed a hand on each side of her body and leaned forward to myopically peer into her face. He then began a careful survey of her body, not missing a mole or a blemish. Arriving back at the denuded pussy mound that seemed to arouse him the most, he took his cock in hand again and slowly, inexorably drew it across the flowing slash of Mindy's cunt.
Quivers rippled through her body, assaulting her mind with carnal sensations she found indescribably delightful. His tormenting of her cunt caused her to approach the gateway of another orgasm. She tried to control it, prevent it, but then decided to enjoy whatever pleasure she could. In The Institute such enjoyment might be rare; with the professor, she at least wasn't being humiliated as she had been with Michelle. Not in the same way. True, this wasn't her idea of sexual paradise, but she was discovering things about her young, relatively inexperienced body that she had not previously known.
She enjoyed being dominated by a strong, virile man.
The professor dipped into her wet snatch again and again, then withdrew, his dick covered and glistening with her thick, viscous cunt juices. He teased her blood-engorged outer pussylips, then cautiously lowered his rod along the girl's sensitive perineum. A tiny stream of liquid had preceded his explorations, and his cock glided along the flowing river to her tiny asshole. Hesitant, tentative prodding convinced the man that he couldn't easily
