convince the greedy little bung to relax and allow him entry up her ass.
He traveled back, taking his time, until the glans of his rod rested against the blood-rigid lips of Mindy's horny cunt. She shivered continually as he leaned forward, exerting the slightest amount of pressure against her gash.
'You like that, don't you? When you grow up, you're going to be a whore, a slut living to have a man's cock shoved up your wanton hole.'
The little tirade startled Mindy, frightened her a bit. Was it true, or was this just part of the professor's game? Did he really think all she could do was be a whore?
The rope braids landed stingingly on her stomach again. She flinched. Under the rain of singing sash cord, she closed her eyes and tried to bear the increasing violence of the blows. They had tickled her before, pushed her up the ladder of sexual arousal one rung at a time.
Now they just hurt.
As a particularly violent, well-guided slash landing on her nipples, the professor shoved his cock far into her cunt. Mindy involuntarily cried out in pain and confusion. His cock felt good, but the pain hurt so badly!
The odd mixture of pleasure and pain intermixed inside her body, and she was soon incapable of telling which was which. She felt the professor humping in and out of her tight cunt, heard his gasping breaths. When Mindy opened her eyes, she saw through a misty curtain of lust and pain that the man had dropped his scourge and was intent only on fucking in and out of her hairless twat.
Knowing that he wouldn't be using his braided cord on her aching body any longer, Mindy relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation of having a man, a real man, not an imitation rubber prick, inside her cunt again. The professor's cock wasn't large, he wasn't skilled at fucking, but he was better than Mindy had been getting since she came to The Institute.
The tightly roped girl felt the walls of her velvety cunt stretch every time his jerking cock drove into her hole. The tickly, tingly feeling increased in her crotch and soon became a dull, burning ember. As the man continued to fuck her, those embers blazed higher and higher until Mindy was consumed with the fires of longing and lust.
The professor uttered completely unintelligible phrases. Mindy didn't even try to understand what the man was saying. That was his trip. Hers was getting off on the feel of being filled with a throbbing, warmly pulsing cock. Once the man rammed his dong full hilt into her hole and stayed for long minutes, resting, reveling in the feel of being completely surrounded by a wonderfully tight, hot sheath of cunt.
Mindy wiggled her hips as much as she could and squeezed down with her inner muscles. She heard the professor groan and saw a look of sheer carnal delight cross his face. He had probably never flicked a woman before who was so willing to give him the maximum pleasure possible.
Perhaps he had never fucked anyone but young girls, inexperienced and unwilling.
Mindy's body was filled with the crouching feline feeling that preceded orgasm. She felt her muscles tightening, screaming for the sexual release of total climax. As the professor shouted out his lust in a long, loud scream, he came, hosing Mindy's twat with his jizz.
The feel of his molten cum was all it took to trigger orgasm in Mindy's awaiting body. The crouching beast lurking in her loins leaped. She gasped and moaned as the waves of orgasm coursed through her to smash against the shores of her brain.
Locked together at the groin, the pair bucked and writhed until, their passions spent, they collapsed in an exhausted heap on the bed.
The professor looked down at the bound Mindy and said, 'Don't worry, little girl. I'll call the police and tell them where you are. You won't starve or anything.'
With that, he crawled out from between Mindy's aching thighs and quickly dressed. He left the room through the door and never gave his captive a backward glance.
Mindy lay on the bed, hands tied behind her, the weight of her body cutting off the circulation in her arms. With her legs fastened to the bed posts and inclined upwards at a thirty-degree angle, she began to feel the tiny needle jabs that indicated her legs were not getting enough blood, either. Completely helpless, she had to lie there until someone came and rescued her.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later, Michelle came in. She stared at Mindy's supine form, eyes lingering on her shaved box, and said, 'The professor was pleased.'
Not another word was exchanged between the two as Michelle cut Mindy loose and led her back to the posh, iron-clad cell.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the cell, dinner awaited the young girl. Although she wasn't really hungry, she forced herself to eat. How many hours had it been since she had last eaten? The only food she could recall was breakfast at home.
Her ex-home, she hastily corrected herself, her ex-home. The home with the father who could rape his own daughter, then sell her into slavery for a lousy five hundred dollars.
Mindy had to admit that the food was excellent. Her untutored tastes did not recognize the cornish game hen or many of the other dishes served alongside a la carte. The plan of those who ran The Institute was obvious. Surround their 'inmates' with luxurious items, the finest of foods, probably the most lavish wardrobes imaginable and perhaps they wouldn't complain when a 'patron' abused them. Mindy could see the attraction to many young girls who had never experienced the finer things in life.
They could live like royalty… in exchange for the use of their bodies.
Mindy considered this as she quietly finished the last of her peaches melba and knew it would have probably worked with her. It would have been very successful had it not been for the incident with her father the night before her abduction. It had done something to her, hardened her mentally and emotionally, callused her very soul, to be raped by her drunken bastard of a father.
What had occurred after that had been a shock, but one which was more easily coped with and put into proper perspective. Her father's incestuous ways, then the two kidnappers with their lies, then the leather-clad and whip-cracking Michelle, then the professor. All hardened her resolve and forced her to grow an impregnable shield around herself. She would never again allow anyone or anything to penetrate her private world. Mindy could take whatever pleasure she would from The Institute, the fancy clothes and fine foods, then derive what she could in the way of physical enjoyment from her assigned patrons, no matter how coarse or degrading they might be to her.
And all the while, she'd be working on a plan for escaping from this hellish Institute.
Mindy stood and slowly walked around the perimeter of the tiny cell in which she was imprisoned. It was only a ten-foot square, mostly dominated by the monstrous king-sized bed. A small dresser and mirror were placed along one wall and niche provided the necessary sanitary facilities. An iron door that seemed impervious to all but the most heavy of cannon fire was securely fastened in such a way as to discourage any attempts at breaching it. The hinges were recessed and partially hidden by the wall, and Mindy had seen the double sliding bolt arrangement that fastened the door on the outside. There was no way she could open both of the dead bolts from inside the cell. One might possibly be thrown, but imagining two could be circumvented in some fashion was daydreaming.
And once in the halls, who knew what kind of alarms or surveillance equipment might be set up? Whoever designed The Institute seemed to have a fetish for observation.
That set Mindy thinking. Perhaps even now she was being watched. She didn't see any method by which she could be seen, save the iron grille on the door. But the minor on the dresser might conceal a hidden pair of eyes.
She did her best to peer behind the dresser mirror. Mindy flattened herself against the cold cement block wall but could see nothing behind the mirror but unbroken expanses of grey concrete. No other possibility existed. Microphones were possible but doubtful. The people of The Institute were too confident; they thought that their young inmates were securely imprisoned.
Mindy considered other avenues of escape besides the obvious iron door. The walls on each side of the cell led to other cells; she remembered noticing that when she had been returned after her bout with the professor.
