The door opened and closed, and Mindy never heard it. She jumped to her feet as a cold hand was laid on her shoulder. The girl wasn't allowed to turn as the pressure increased and forced her onto her back. Supine on the cold linoleum floor, she had her first chance to see her patron.
It was the close-cropped, white-haired lesbian she had seen on her first day at The Institute. Scenes from that day flashed through Mindy's mind and left a confused haze of a young girl licking this woman's shoes, then her cunt while the poor child was being whipped with an incredibly nasty-looking whip.
Mindy's self-confidence evaporated like mist before the morning sun. She wasn't certain she could effectively deal with this woman, not on her own terms and maintain the dignity she had somehow managed to build up during the past couple of weeks. The woman would call the shots; she would be the dominant and domineering one. Even the most subtle forms of suggestion that Mindy had learned to employ would fall on deaf ears.
Mindy became frightened. And, ironically, as fear surged through her body, she felt her crotch begin watering.
'Well, I suppose you'll do. You're too old. I told Michelle I wanted a teenager this time.'
Mindy swallowed hard and said, 'If you aren't satisfied, I'm sure Michelle will…'
'Shut up, you little slut!' the woman harshly said as she backhanded Mindy across the face. 'Speak only if you're spoken to. You'll be just fine if you don't cross me and do as I tell you.'
Mindy held her stinging face with both hands, cringing away from this violent woman. It was as she feared. Control had slipped from her grasp. Now Michelle was back in the saddle, riding high and fully in command. Mindy would never be able to recover her poise after this session.
The woman began undressing. She did it artlessly and without regard to her audience. Mindy watched and slowly rubbed her face until the burning went away and left only four thin red marks where the woman's fingers had impacted on tender white skin.
In a few minutes, the woman was totally naked, lewdly so from Mindy's point of view. The woman was in her late forties and heavy-set. Mindy shuddered at the sight of the pendulous boobs, almost obscene in the way they bounced and swayed in the air in front of her chest. The ruddy areolas seemed to trace out invisible circles and figure eights as they wobbled to and fro.
Mindy cringed again when the woman snapped, 'Get those clothes off, you silly bitch. I'm not paying those Goddamn bloodsuckers to fool around. I want some action.' Not even allowing Mindy the chance to begin undressing, the naked woman straddled the girl's waist and brutally ripped off the blouse. She sneered slightly at the sight of the high, firm tits revealed by her uncouth methods of disrobing her victim.
Mindy managed to kick off her shoes as the woman clawed at the slacks and skinned the frightened teenager out of them in an instant. Small, bloody tracks were left down the sides of Mindy's legs where the woman's fingernails had gotten a little too close in their haste to strip off the unwanted clothing.
The scratches were minor, but they hurt Mindy far out of proportion to the damage done to her body.
'All right, up on the bed!' the woman commanded.
Mindy was forcefully picked up and deposited on the bed against her will. The woman was too strong for her to resist; she knew the penalties for fighting against a patron's desires. She had been shown one girl who had literally been mutilated in the way of punishment after she had viciously bitten a patron's cock. Mindy could only go along with this woman, no matter what she demanded.
The woman threw herself full length next to Mindy and pulled the girl to her with powerful arms. Their mouths met, then melted together as the woman's passions soared. Her tongue irresistibly forced its way into Mindy's wet mouth and began exploring. The very tip of that pink, rough, snakelike appendage caressed the insides of Mindy's lips, then traced out each and every tooth. Mindy tried to pull away, but the woman was too strong for her. She attempted to push the groping organ from her mouth using her own tongue. This was exactly what the dyke wanted. She relished the frightened-bird feeling in Mindy, the helplessness she was engendering. She was on a power trip and got off on dominating young, inexperienced girls who would be terrified at the things she did.
She was an expert doing that as she was with the use of her tongue. Their tongues twined and twirled together in a mad, erotic dance. In spite of herself, Mindy began to enjoy the oral foreplay.
The woman's hands roved ceaselessly over Mindy's body, tweaking the burgeoning red nipples, pressing firmly on the flat, well-muscled belly and lightly fingering the smooth crotch between her captive inmate's legs. The woman seemed to be enjoying the feel of the warm, satiny-smooth flesh flowing under her agile fingers.
Mindy's cunt began juicing more and more as the woman ran her hand across the slit, pressing down with the side of her hand to compress the sensitive flesh of the cuntlips. Mindy shivered with erotic lances of flame leaping from her cunt into her belly. It felt so good, so incredibly, indescribably good to have someone – anyone – diddling with her yearning snatch.
For a brief instant, Mindy's mind settled back to the reality of her predicament. She was not with a man. She was not having a man thrust his fingers into her cunt. She was with a woman, a vicious woman who enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation on her sex partner. A woman who got off in a big way watching young girls cower as she forced them into satisfying her own perverted sexual desires.
But this was secondary. Everything so far was great! What was the difference if the woman were feeling her up or if a man were doing it?
It was still the finest feeling in the world!
Mindy snuggled closer to the woman, felt their tits begin to rub together. On an impulse, Mindy began plying her nipples against those of the woman. Her taut, pert little cherry-colored nubbins of aroused flesh poked into the more yielding, ruddy nipples of her partner. Mindy began a mock duel using her boobs. Nipples gently rotated and brushed across the corresponding nubbins of resilient flesh, and they both started breathing more heavily.
Suddenly, the woman pulled back and snapped, 'STOP THAT! You wanton little whore! All you think about is your own gratification!'
The woman reached behind her and pulled a white plastic cylinder from the bedside table. She held it aloft for Mindy to see, then flicked a switch at the base of the implement. The vibrator began to hum and quiver in anticipation of being buried up a female hole.
Just seeing the vibrator excited Mindy. She had often wondered what it felt like to have the quivery instrument crammed up her twat. She could hardly wait to find out.
The woman did not immediately stick it into Mindy's cunt. She first brushed the quivering plastic rod across Mindy's pebble-hard little buttons. Fiery tongues of flame scorched sensitive nerves and made Mindy feel weak and rubbery in nervous reaction.
The throbbing tool was sheer heaven on her aroused tits. But it would be ever so much much better up her gushing pussy!
As if sensing the girl's desires, the woman began to drag the vibrator from its position atop the slightly upturned boobs to the deep valley between the mountains of tit flesh. Delving deeply into the girl's navel for a moment, until she began to moan and clutch with fervid need at the tormenting woman's shoulders, the quivering shaft moved at an agonizing snail's pace.
The woman hesitated and pressed the throbbing instrument against Mindy's nude pussy mound – pressed down hard until Mindy cried out in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.
Mindy's body was racked with deep, passion filled shudders, mostly of delight. How could she have ever thought this woman was going to give her pain? Especially now when she was promising her a brand-new and excitingly different experience. Being at The Institute was certainly rounding out the girl's sexual experiences.
The vibrator-wielding woman tormented the cuntlips, but it was sweet torture for Mindy. The girl spread her legs and reached down to open her box for the insertion of the shivering rod.
With a suddenness that took her completely by surprise, the woman rammed the full ten inches of throbbing plastic far up into the girl's cunt. Mindy screamed in agony as pain ripped through her being. Once housed in her delicate hole, the vibrator continued its mindless quiverings.
The woman gripped the end of the vibrator and began rotating it, twisting it while the vibrator was still deeply buried in its sheath of cunt flesh. Mindy began to cry. The tickling, titillating sensation that transmitted itself to her delicate pussy tissues was exhilarating; it felt as if thousands of fleecy-winged butterflies had flown up into her cunt and were fluttering around trying vainly to escape. But the coarse, excruciating tearing action of the plastic against her tender cunt walls made her gasp with pathetic little yelps.
