Roberta Vickers
Bondage whore

CHAPTER ONE

Mindy LaFarge looked into her boyfriend's large, luminous grey eyes, wishing she could stay there with Bill. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was something special. He was her first big love, the boy who had taken her cherry, had given Mindy her first fuck. She vividly remembered that night only one month ago. She'd told her parents they were going to a drive-in. Instead, she and Bill had driven up to the Flag Staff Overlook above Boulder and started out just groping around.

Soon the groping had developed into something more. A tiny shiver raced through Mindy's body as she remembered Bill unhooking her bra and taking a tiny nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He had squeezed, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure as she felt the stabs of joyful sensations lance into her tit. She was proud that her boobs were so well-developed, as was the rest of her body. Mindy knew other girls who were eighteen that didn't have her trim, well-rounded figure. She could easily pass for eighteen, maybe nineteen or even, twenty. And that maturity of figure was what had attracted Bill.

She had been uncertain of herself with the other boys, but Bill had the take-command attitude that impressed everyone. Mindy was so much putty in his hands when he had first gazed into her verdant green eyes and simply asked her, "What time do I pick you up tonight?" No bravado, no big macho stud come-on, simply confidence and a positive manner that had elicited an answer that still startled her. Mindy had looked into his big, grey eyes and, as if she had been hypnotized, said, "Seven o'clock is fine."

That was how it had started. And that night above the gleaming, twinkling lights of Boulder, with the radiant jewel of Denver in the distance, their relationship had continued to the next logical step. With Bill's fingers firmly tweaking her nipple, Mindy could only press herself back into the seat cushions and sigh deeply. Soon, the tiny pink nipple, phosphorescent in the light of the full moon, had burgeoned and grown. Where a small button had lain dormant, a throbbing, pointing red finger soon pounded with delight every time her agitated heart beat.

Too good for mere fingering, Bill had descended and engulfed the pulsing little nubbin of flesh with his mouth. He had sucked lightly at first, then more powerfully when Mindy emitted a tiny moan of sheer pleasure. She felt the wet suction of his mouth on her tit, the strong manipulations of his hands on the firm, taut flesh under the fiery-red areola. His teeth lightly played over the aroused flesh, nipping and teasing the succulent mountain of snowy tit beneath his mouth. She would never forget the instant when his rough, wet tongue began lapping across the sensitized surface that was the pinnacle of her boob.

Mindy thought she was going to come then and there. She felt the flow of her cunt juices wetting her panties in the most shameless manner conceivable. She tried to hide the expanding circle that betrayed her obscene lust for her boyfriend by twisting and turning away, crossing her legs as she did. Bill would have none of it. Mouth still firmly locked at her sloping cone with the perky nipple perched on top, he insinuated his hand between her legs. She resisted, not wanting to go any further, yet knowing that her body was screaming at her for more and more of the glorious, wonderful, totally different sensation.

Bill managed to work his cool fingers along the inside of her creamy thigh, fondling the smooth, firm flesh until Mindy almost lost her mind in the ocean of lust that threatened to inundate her. The twin pillars of her shapely legs had flown apart to let Bill's hand slide ever upward towards her triangle of fleecy cunt hair. Mindy knew she shouldn't allow him such familiarity with her body, yet she couldn't restrain herself.

It felt so good!

When he touched her silk-covered pussy mound, she came. The stab of sheer, unadulterated pleasure coursed through her young, untrained body and blasted at her mind. She rode the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy until her body finally released her from the firm, fierce grip of her easily aroused passions and allowed her to drift back to reality. When she was again aware of her surroundings, the girl found Bill had abandoned his post at her boob for tastier territory. He had hunkered down in the seat and was avidly tonguing her flowing pink slit. Mindy did not even remember him removing her dripping wet panties, but it no longer mattered. She was lost in the paradise of the emotions assaulting her young body.

His tongue, which had seemed so rough when it was slowly drawn across her nipple, now felt like silk. Liquid fire flared into Mindy's cunt, and she began writhing about, trying to imprison Bill's head between her thighs. First she didn't want him near her soggy cunt; now she refused to let him leave!

Mindy's boyfriend tossed his head and casually mentioned the fact he was in a very uncomfortable position. Automobiles weren't designed for comfortable screwing. In a haze of lust, they had fumbled into the back seat, and Mindy had stripped off the short mini-skirt that barely came to midthigh. As Bill bent down to kiss her, she saw the wet glow of her cunt juices lingering on his lips. Somehow, the sight excited her as much as anything they had yet done.

They kissed long and lovingly; then, her thighs spread in complete invitation, Bill had entered her snatch with his massive cock. At first, she had cried out in agony. His prick was so big and her cunt was untried, unstretched by a man's cock. He entered her cunt slowly, inexorably advancing millimeter by millimeter until the head of his cock began to touch and press against her cherry. The next few minutes blurred in Mindy's mind.

Searing agony, pain shooting throughout her belly, the liquid gush of blood and cunt juice, then a dull ache. The ache was quickly replaced by a warm, filled feeling when Bill's prick shoved full length up her cunt. She could feel his tool throb and jerk inside her twat; it was warm, and the friction as it began to slide in and out of her newly reamed hole was like nothing she had ever before experienced.

Fucking was so much better than masturbating with the handle of her hairbrush!

Bill had come inside her cunt soon after bursting the filmy dam of her maidenhead. The hot, fierce firehose flow of his sperm had filled her virgin cunt to overflowing with its very first load of man seed. After he stopped bucking and the shock waves of orgasm had left him drained and sleepy, Bill had slowly pulled his prick out of her deflowered pussy.

They had both laughed with nervous release at seeing his once-proud cock slowly soften. In the moonlight, his cock, covered with his cum and her cunt oils, appeared to glow as if radioactive. Soon, his cock returned to the posture of a sleeping snake, dangling between his hairy thighs.

Yes, Mindy wished she could stay out there a little bit longer with Bill. Since that night, they'd screwed six more times, each fuck getting better than the one preceding it. But Mindy realized her father's temper knew no bounds, that he could fly into a vicious rage at the slightest provocation. This was especially true if he had been drinking.

"I'd love to stay, Bill. But I can't." Mindy pursed her lips slightly in silent invitation to her boyfriend.

"All right. I'll see you tomorrow, though. Promise?" He closed his eyes, and their lips melted together for long, blissful minutes. The girl's tongue poked between Bill's lips and made a gentle, fleeting circuit of his lips before it vanished back into her mouth.

She broke off the kiss and said, "You taste so good, you know you won't be able to get rid of me! Tomorrow!"

With that final word, the teenager opened the car door and quickly climbed out. She lightly, gracefully raced up the stone walk to the front door of her house, then turned and waved, to her boyfriend. Seeing the gorgeous blonde silhouetted by the porch light, Bill felt his cock stirring and begging to get into a warm, willing pussy. He knew it was no good. Not for tonight, but he could wait.

There was always tomorrow. Tomorrow they'd have the time for a good fuck. He looked at Mindy, an angel with a golden halo fluttering around her head, then honked his horn and keyed his Chevy into roaring life.

Mindy watched Bill race down the street and stood in the chill night air for a few minutes after he had turned the corner and vanished from her sight. She did not want to go into the house, and possibly face her father. Her mother was bad enough, taking several handfuls of pills a day. Mindy didn't believe for one minute they were the vitamin pills her mother claimed they looked too much like the hideous red things that Mickey Links at school was always trying to force on her. She'd seen what the downers did to him; she knew what they were doing to her mother.

Mostly her mother either wandered around in a drugged daze or was asleep, dead to the world. But her father and his boozing intruded more and more into her personal little world. He had been almost unbearable this past month. It was ironic how she had found happiness with Bill, only to be plagued with increasingly difficult parental problems.

Mindy tried the doorknob and found that it rotated easily. Since it was not locked, this could only mean her father was waiting up for her. If she were lucky, he might have passed out and she could sneak into her bedroom and avoid the ugly scene until morning.

As she silently slipped into the darkened house, Mindy knew her luck had left her when Bill drove away.

"Where the hell have you been?" her father roared. The teenager could tell immediately that Larry LaFarge was extremely drunk and not a little bit mean.

"You know, Daddy. I was with Bill."

"Yeah, you was with Bill, probably letting him fuck you cross-eyed."

"Daddy!" Mindy was incensed. "Lower your voice or you'll wake up Mother."

"Don't go giving me advice, you little slut! Daisy's on her Goddamn pills again, and nothing short of an atomic bomb's gonna wake her up. Even if it did, she wouldn't know what was going on."

Mindy tried to sidle by her father and gain the sanctuary of her small bedroom. It wasn't much of a refuge, but it was better than cowering before her drunken father out in the hallway.

Larry made a grab for the girl's shoulder, spun her around to face his alcoholic breath and said, "Answer me! You been out there on the street screwin' in that flashy car?"

Her father's cruel grip crushed her upper arm. Mindy felt a tearing in her gut, a cold, icy feeling forming in the pit of her stomach as she replied, "That's none of your business. And what if I have? I'm old enough!"

"Old enough, hell! You're only a teenager. All you kids think of these days are dope and sex, dope and sex…"

"Good night."

He refused to release her arm. With the suddenness of a liquor-fired rage, he began to shake her until Mindy's teeth jarred together.

"Look at the way you're dressed! That tight blouse and no bra underneath, your belly showing and those jeans! Jesus H. Christ, girl! Every time you move in those things, your ass wiggles."

Mindy began to tremble slightly. Her father's mood was different from the last time. The previous time this had occurred, he'd slapped her once or twice, then had been content to let her go to bed. This time, the way he looked at her was almost obscene. It was as if he were ripping her clothes off her lithe, young body and exposing her, naked and quivering, for his own kicks.

"Please! Let me go!" Mindy yanked back, attempting to free herself from her father's punishing grip. She only managed to smash bruisingly into the wall. If is powerful hand tightened even more on her arm, making the girl wince in pain.

"You'll go when I tell you! Just look at you! You're just asking to get fucked. The way your jugs swing back and forth, your bouncing little ass."

Larry LaFarge groped down with a dirt encrusted hand and closed his paw over Mindy's right tit. The girl tried to back up, but the wall refused to budge an inch. She was trapped.

"Daddy! Stop! Please!" A note of hysteria crept into her voice. She no longer felt she was in control of the situation, and now began to worry about what might happen to her.

"Yeah, you little tramp. Beg me. Beg your old man for it! You beg Bill for his cock?" The liquor-slurred voice seemed to retreat, become distant, as Mindy's mind slipped out of gear. She was aware of all that was happening, but it was as if her brain refused to comprehend, as if she were watching a movie with the complete and total detachment of an observer. She was detached, clinical, nothing more.

Filthy hand still clutching at her boobs, Larry released his hold on Mindy's arm and reached down to fumble with his fly. Mindy glanced down fearfully, and saw the telltale bulge at her father's crotch. She watched the broken-finger nailed hand painstakingly run the zipper down its track to reveal a swollen, purplish-red cock jerking and pulsing with its lewd longing to be embedded in warm, juicy cunt.

"You like that, huh? Well, you little bitch, you're gonna get it. Every singe inch of it!"

The alcoholic stupor did nothing to hinder Mindy's father in his single minded pursuit of a fuck. Locked in her timeless limbo, Mindy couldn't say how long it took her father to kick free of his dirty jeans. The girl's entire universe centered in her right tit where Larry LaFarge held her captive.

Whiskey-sodden breath gusting in her face, Mindy closed her eyes and turned her head to one side as the man began untying the large knot that held her blouse together in the front. She felt his callused hands coursing over her smooth stomach, scratching and furrowing her tender young skin. When her blouse flopped open; Larry gasped out, "Jesus fuckin' Christ! What a set of knockers!"

His face descended to nuzzle between the twin peaks jutting from Mindy's chest. She shivered involuntarily as the rough stubble of his three-day old beard moved against the slopes of her tits. When he discovered the pink nipples cresting the snowy mountains of tit flesh, he began slurping and licking with obscene fervor. In spite of herself, Mindy felt the stirrings of arousal creeping into her crotch. She didn't want her drunken father doing this awful thing to her, yet her wanton body was betraying her.

Her mind refused to cope with her predicament, and she retreated even further into the defensive shell she had erected around her consciousness.

Larry's drooling lips surged over Mindy's left tit, then her right, leaving behind trickling trails of saliva. The young girl's breath came faster and faster, and blood began to pump into her nipples. The erectile tissue grew with frightening rapidity that only added fuel to the erotic flames of Larry LaFarge's lust for his nubile daughter.

The skin-tight material of her pants annoyed the man. He wanted to feel real flesh! He slipped his hands under the waistband of the jeans and gave a mighty yank, ripping the thin, fragile cloth on both sides. Mindy sobbed silently, her jugs swaying to and fro in the dimly lit hallway.

But it was not her boobs that Larry now lustfully ogled. He saw the widening circular patch of cunt juice on Mindy's panties. "Goddamn slut! You do want my cock in you, don't you?"

The girl could only sob, "No! No! No!" over and over, but her pleas fell on lust-deafened ears. The man was like a racehorse sighting the finish line. He raced on with increasing deftness that belied his drunkenness.

"Well, baby, you're gonna get it balls deep!"

With that declaration, Larry ripped off the girl's panties. She stood, pinned against the wall, whitely naked save for the blouse that fluttered loosely about her shoulders.

Her father slammed the numb girl hard against the wall with his body. Mindy smelled the cloying mixture of liquor, stale sweat and animal cravings as his body rubbed suggestively against hers. She kept her eyes tightly closed and head averted. It was bad enough experiencing the sensations her body was transmitting to her brain without being forced to witness the lewd act.

Larry rested his forearms against the wall, one on each side of Mindy's head. He slurred the words, "Spread 'em, girl! Spread those legs of yours so your old man can get into that tight, juicy cunt!"

When his daughter did not instantly obey, Larry viciously kicked out with one foot. The kick slid Mindy's right foot along the floor to open her cunt lips wide for her father's hungering cock.

Larry bent his legs, then thrust straight up. In his drunken state, he missed the target. His cock slipped along the girl's gash and forced a moan to issue from her tightly clenched lips. She had silently vowed to say nothing, just stand there and take whatever evil things he did to her, but the feel of a huge cock so near to her cunt hole made her cry out involuntarily.

"Please! Ohhhh!"

"Yeah, baby, now I got the range!"

Larry gathered his legs under him again and powerfully thrust once more. This time, his cockhead flew straight and true into the awaiting cunt.

As his turgid cock rammed into her twat, Mindy cried out, "Aieee!" and began to sob, salty tears trickling down her face, leaving glistening tracks on her cheeks.

She felt filled to overflowing with her father's prick. Delicate cunt tissue had been abused when he made his violent entry, and it hurt, hurt bad! With his chest pressing firmly against the twin points of her tits, he began an up-and-down motion to slide his rod around inside her juicy, well-lubricated hole.

"Jesus God, but you're a tight one!" The rest of the man's passion-inflamed sentence was lost in a grunt as he bent his knees and made another prodigious thrust upward into her snug twat.

Mindy almost blacked out. She'd always thought it silly that the heroines in the Gothics she read could pass out simply because a – man was screwing them, but now she knew. Her mind was filled with confusing, bewildering emotions, sensations that she could not handle. The pain in her cunt had died and replaced with a slowly burning fire that was being fanned into a huge blaze by her father's cock pistoning inside her pussy. The huge rod stretched her tight hole and stirred to life nerve endings she had been unaware of possessing. His hairy chest grinding against her aroused nipples sent knives of pleasure deep into her chest.

And yet it was her father, her very own father who was flicking her!

She didn't remember him, lost in his own sexual Garden of Eden, fucking faster and faster into her snatch; mumbling, "Daisy! Oh, God, Daisy, how much I love you!" Or the quick jerks of his dick as he jetted his viscous sperm into her belly. Or the confused look on his face when his cock collapsed and slipped out of her cunt, a limp worm covered with white creamy cum and oily cunt juice.

She did remember him slapping her and saying, "If you say a word about this to anybody, anybody. I'll kill you! Understand? Now get to your room!"

He had shoved her in the direction of her bedroom, but the force was too great. Mindy stumbled and fell to her knees. She managed to crawl the few feet necessary to her door, then slipped inside like some beaten animal.

Mindy closed the door, then locked it, although she knew the flimsy lock and thin wood of the door would not keep him out if he wanted in. He was too strong and demanding to be denied. She dragged herself across the floor, then crawled up to tumble into bed, sobbing. Mindy reached out and gently caressed the face of her stuffed teddy bear, then pulled the tiny animal to her breast and cried herself to sleep.

In a few hours, she awakened, chilled and shivering. She crawled under the covers of her bed, her mind listlessly considering the possibilities open to her. The girl finally decided that she would run away from home. Her mother was a downer freak, her father a sex-crazed drunkard. What did she have to keep her there? She no longer had a real family.

The words to the song kept coming back to haunt her, "When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose."

She had nothing but sorrow, and that she would gladly discard for a new life. Vowing to act as if nothing had happened, then pretend she was going to school as she normally did, she'd leave.

With this nebulous plan tumbling over and aver in her mind, Mindy clutched her teddy bear closer and fell asleep again.