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.
CHAPTER FOUR
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.'
'So, we shall do what we can to make you appear younger.' Michelle laughed her bitter, piercingly harsh laugh and pulled out a small shaving kit.
'We are going to remove a bit of that fine hair from around your moist little twat. Ten-year-old children don't have a fine bush like yours, you understand.'
Michelle awaited some reaction to her speech, but was very disappointed. Mindy impassively took the news that her fleecy snatch was going to be shaved off for a patron's increased sexual pleasure.
Throughout the shave, Mindy remained motionless and said nothing. She could tell that Michelle enjoyed this kind of psychodrama. The leather-clad woman carefully drew the razor over the lathered pussy mound, a smile lingering on her brightly painted carmine lips. Mindy quivered once when Michelle accidentally – or perhaps intentionally, Mindy could not tell – nicked her.
'Don't worry. I have just the thing for a tiny little gash like this!'
Mindy couldn't refrain from squirming when Michelle crammed two fingers far up her cunt, but she did not say a word.
Again disappointed at the lack of response from her captive, Michelle located the styptic pencil and drew it down the tiny cunt. Mindy flinched again at the pain near her sensitive clitoris, then coldly said, 'Be more careful. You'll damage valuable property.'
Michelle's violet eyes speared into emerald-green ones, hatred flaring from both sets of orbs. Michelle announced, 'You won't be quite so cold after the professor is finished with you.'
'The professor?'
Michelle sneered, 'You'll find out. The hard way. Now let's finish preparing you for your… encounter session.'
She snapped shut the shaving case, then rolled Mindy onto her stomach to unlock the shackles on her chafed wrists. The girl managed to twist around onto her back and rub the raw skin that had been chewed away by the metal of the handcuffs. Circulation returned to her hands after a few minutes of vigorous massaging.
The woman threw a little girl's outfit down onto the bed. 'Put this on and be quick about it.'
Michelle stood, hands on hips, as she watched Mindy don the dress. The bodice compressed Mindy's boobs but not painfully. When the gingham dress was complemented by calf-length white stockings and red, patent- leather shoes, Mindy looked the ten years old she was supposed to be.
Michelle nodded curtly, then indicated the door. Mindy curtsied, then hastened through the doorway before Michelle could use the whip dangling from her wrist. The young girl felt triumphant, even over such a small point as this. It gave her the psychic lift she needed to face whatever was ahead, whatever hideous things 'the professor' held in store for her.
They walked in silence from the hallway until Michelle stopped and pointed. 'This is the room. Inside and be quick about it. I'll come for you when the professor leaves.'
'Yes, ma'am!' Mindy curtsied again to be rewarded with a stinging slap. Instead of cringing as she had done before, she allowed the barest trace of a smile to dance at the corners of her mouth. Before Michelle could hit her again, Mindy quickly slipped into the room to await the coming of her first patron.
As with all of the other rooms she had seen, this had a distinct and distinctive decor. It appeared to be a cheap hotel room with a moth-eaten rug on the floor, sooty pictures on the wall, unpolished, battered and dilapidated furniture littered about the room. A massive four-poster brass bed dominated the center of the room. Mindy couldn't help but wonder what the professor's trip was that required such tacky surroundings and her portrayal of a little girl.
She soon found out.
The professor entered the room from the other side. Immediately, he told her, 'Don't be frightened, little girl. I'm not going to harm you. You've been very brave, and I'm sure you'll enjoy our little party. Do you want some mote candy?'
Mindy quickly pieced together the puzzle. She had supposedly been enticed up to a sleazy hotel room, duped
