If the woman had allowed the vibrator to lie in her twat, Mindy would have enjoyed the feeling to the utmost. By adding the twisting to the plastic instrument's motions, Mindy felt reamed to the very core. It hurt, it hurt so abysmally that she could not even form coherent words to shout out her protests.
Mindy's eyes filled with tears, and they began to trickle down her cheeks, leaving salty tracks behind. It felt as if she were being gutted – while still alive to suffer through every hideous instant of the torture.
The woman wasn't content to savagely twist the ten-inch length inside the poor, abused girl's snatch. She yanked it out while maintaining the savage rotary motion. Mindy almost fainted from the intense pain that knifed into her.
The white plastic was slippery from Mindy's cunt juices and a considerable amount of blood. The woman had ripped the cunt walls and caused a copious flow of blood to gush out onto the bed. While Mindy was sobbing, gasping out her pitiful cries, the woman had a flash of inspiration. She rolled the girl over and began drilling at her tiny asshole with the great, over-sized vibrating prick.
The white-haired woman found the opening to Mindy's bung and didn't bother to slow down her headlong rush on her way up Mindy's ass. With the plastic end of the mechanism thrusting out of the tortured girl's butt, the woman sat up and surveyed her handiwork. A thin, cruel smile crossed her lips, and she sneered at the sobbing teenager sprawled on the bed before her. She felt the girl was sufficiently humbled to begin the real work.
'All right, you little slut. Start eating my cunt!' Mindy shook her head and couldn't prevent the racking sobs from shaking her body. Her cunt hurt, her ass hurt, she hurt all over, and this bitch wanted her to eat her cunt?
When the blows from the leather strap began to fall on Mindy's shoulder and back, she knew the woman was serious. Wanting nothing but to get this entire degrading experience over with as soon as possible, Mindy complied.
She rolled over, carefully avoiding shoving the vibrator farther up into her ass, then found the matted twat bush of the woman spread out before her like a picnic feast. Mindy rapidly moved her mouth to the woman's box and sucked. She pulled away, her mouth filled with a repugnant taste of kerosene. Vicious fingers laced through her blonde hair and shoved her mouth back to the stinking cunt.
'What's the matter, whore? Don't you like the taste? I did that just for you!' The woman laughed demonically, but did not relinquish her hold on Mindy's hair.
'EAT! Damn you, eat my cunt!'
Mindy again began to suck, tongue and tease at the tiny cut that soon poked up out of its fleshy sheath. All Mindy was interested in was ending this horrifying episode as quickly as possible. She concentrated on only the things that would get the woman off as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately the woman had a high tolerance to clitoral stimulation, and Mindy continually gagged on the kerosene-smeared cunt hair. But, eventually – after what seemed like a million eternities to the young, misused girl, the woman moaned, then shoved her away.
'Good enough for now. I'll let you go back to sucking donkey dicks or whatever you do best. But the next time I want a real youngster. You're far too old for my tastes.'
With that, the woman heaved herself off the bed, dressed and left.
Mindy lay on her stomach, silently gagging and fearful of touching the humming vibrator still buried up her asshole. She didn't want to inflict any more damage on herself than had already been done. As the vibrator merrily buzzed away, Mindy's dreams of becoming a permanent member of the staff at The Institute began to evaporate.
Now, she wanted more, far more. She wanted revenge on Michelle for doing this to her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The vibrator buzzed and quivered and seemed to bore into the very core of Mindy's being. She could not suppress the tears that trickled down her cheeks, nor did she try very hard. The pain in her cunt was excruciating. The blood no longer flowed from her hole in the quantities it had the wounds deep inside her pussy would be clotting over, her body attempting to repair the damage wrought by the white-haired lesbian.
Mindy never heard the door open or Michelle walk in.
'My pretty pretty didn't seem to enjoy this as much. That's such a pity, because I have another patron for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy him much, much more than your last one.'
When the leather-clad redhead made no motion to remove the vibrator from her asshole or even turn it off, Mindy sobbed, 'You degenerate bitch! One of these days you'll pay for this! I swear it! I swear it!'
The lump that formed in her throat prevented the girl from continuing. She had come to hate Michelle as much as she did her father. In her mind, the two were inexorably linked in the scheme to humiliate and totally degrade her.
How her father could have sold her into slavery in the first place was still something of a mystery. The man was a wastrel, profligate and subhuman. But Michelle was even worse. She seemed to dedicate her life to a career of evil. Dominance and submission were her stock in trade, and was she expert at them! She no longer had to use the whip to force Mindy into bowing to her will. Michelle had adopted more subtle ways, ways that would make it appear the patrons were responsible.
The cold, polar-frigid hatred that formed inside Mindy encompassed both her father and Michelle. But her father could wait. Michelle would be the enraged girl's first target.
How or when wasn't obvious. All that was apparent in the young girl's universe was the damned buzzing and vibrating of the imitation prick cruelly rammed up her asshole.
Michelle said, 'My pretty pretty just isn't grateful to me. That's such a pity, too, because I have another patron coming in less than an hour whom I am sure you will truly enjoy.'
Only then did the woman flick off the switch on the vibrator, but the way she withdrew the instrument from its tight surroundings was as painful as the white-haired woman's insertion. Mindy winced but had regained enough control not to say anything. She was determined to take whatever Michelle could dish out, remember each and every atrocity, then repay her at some future date. With interest. Lots of interest.
'Come along and we'll get you cleaned up far our dear Laurence. He's such a sweet man, I'm sure you'll love him immensely. And he has such a droll sense of humor.' Mindy's skin erupted in goosebumps at the tone of Michelle's voice. It possessed a leer, a sneering quality that told the battered girl that this Laurence man was going to be even worse than the white-haired dyke.
Mindy's mind refused to imagine how such a thing could be possible.
Michelle supported Mindy back to the girl's cell, then left her with instructions to be ready for her next patron in forty-five minutes. Mindy took a quick shower, the feel of water jetting across her tortured genitals soothing and relaxing. The bleeding from her cunt had stopped; Mindy hoped the damage was not serious because nothing had been said of bringing in a doctor to check her. She had ghastly visions of bleeding to death, her bed a veritable swimming pool of blood, her dead body soaked in the red fluids that poured from her cunt.
She hadn't been told what to wear, but one thing was immediately apparent. She would not be able to tolerate ordinary panties. The slight scraping of even satin or silk across her cuntlips was sheer agony. Mindy searched through her dresser drawers until she found a pair of crotchless panties made from nylon tricot. Even these felt peculiar, irritating, but it was far better than the self-inflicted anguish of regular underwear.
Dressed in a short plaid skirt and a simple black blouse that was semitransparent, she waited for Michelle to return. As she waited, she thought. Hard.
Her imprisonment had been pleasant for a few weeks. Now it was turning into unbearable abuse again. Mindy had been seeing a patron only once every other day; today she'd survived through one patron, and another was coming up in a very few minutes. Could she expect to meet still another after this ominous-sounding Laurence creature? Was Michelle out to kill her?
The possibility existed. Mindy had slowly wrested power from the leather-clad, whip-toting guardian, and Michelle resented it immensely. Mindy could not see how she could regain the upper hand as long as she was a mere inmate and Michelle was a guardian.
That must change.
