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BC-2009 DADDY'S SLAVE by Max Sharkey

FOREWORD

A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: what is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.

The people within a particular society usually are well-aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.

Gloria is a girl possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the fiery blonde is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification.

DADDY'S SLAVE -- the story of one girl tormented by her needs and the fear that she is abnormal. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.

The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

Mr. Travis tugged off his trousers, stroked his big, flaccid prick and stepped into his daughter's bedroom.

Stepping to the side of Gloria's bed, he was burdened with strong pangs of guilt and horrid shame. But Ben Travis was beside himself with unfulfilled lust and sexual anxiety. He had been after the luscious cunt of his daughter ever since her mother had passed away. That was only two years ago, but Travis had not forgotten his beautiful wife. What made matters worse was that Gloria looked just like her mother, only a much younger version of the blonde beauty that Travis had married.

Gloria was indeed a blossoming beauty. Although she was still a teenager, her body was lusty and curvy -- and all of her curves were in the right places. Her pert, ripe tits were quite well developed for a girl of her tender years. Moreover, Gloria possessed a gorgeous set of crimson nipples which stuck up and poke provocatively out of the thin cotton blouses that she liked to wear. Her finely tapered waist led to a perfect pair of creamy taut asscheeks and long, lithe legs. Gloria's body was, in a word -- perfect. So was her face. She had the most lovely, big blue eyes that Travis had ever seen. A wide, kissable mouth that always wore a broad smile. Cute, turned-up nose. Small cars, hidden by long, straight blonde tresses.

If Central Casting were to order up a lovely, young, exuberant, fun-loving cheerleader-type who lived and breathed youthful beauty, wholesomeness and vitality, Gloria Travis would be it.

Travis had awakened in a cold sweat, with a raging hard-on. He had been dreaming about his lovely daughter, dreaming that he was fucking her, ramming his hard prick into her blonde-haired pussy. Fucking her furiously the way he used to fuck her beautiful, sexy mother. Taking his daughter's precious virginity, popping her cherry.

Travis knew that his daughter was still a virgin. He didn't even allow her to date -- much to her dismay.

He had taken a cold shower, and his hard cock had softened under the streaming water. He had tried desperately to take his mind off of his lovely daughter, who was sleeping soundly in her bed. But it was impossible -- Travis couldn't control himself. He just wanted to look at his sleeping daughter and maybe stroke his prick a little bit. At least that's what he kept telling himself as he stepped to her bedside, his cock in his hairy fist, and looked down at his daughter.

Carefully, he stroked her long blonde hair, pushing it away from her angelic face. He could hear her breathing lightly. The sound seemed to turn him on, to get some primeval sense stirring within his cock -- which was fast becoming big and hard. Unable to resist the temptation, he tugged the blanket from her shoulders and pulled it down to the foot of the bed. She stirred a bit, but kept right on sleeping.

Travis' heart skipped a beat as he stared, his eyes, transfixed, at his daughter's ripe tits. Even when she was sleeping, her tits stood upright, the crimson nipples pointed and facing the ceiling. His eyes traveled down her thin waist and lit on Gloria's enticing pussy. Pretty soft curly hair covered her cunt, pretty blonde cunt hair that held his complete attention. Travis had always harbored a serious fetish for blonde hair, especially blonde cunthair. His prick began throb and quiver as he glared at Gloria's pussy.

God! he thought. More than anything in the world, Travis wanted to fuck his daughter's beautiful cunt.

He shook his head, trying to shrug off the forbidden thought. It would be a terrible thing to do. Fucking his helpless young daughter was simply too perverted and wrong. Travis was a church-going man. Even thinking about committing i****t with his lovely daughter was a terrible sin. But Travis had to admit that he really wanted to fuck the girl. He told himself that he would fight against the urge to ram his hardening prick into his daughter's ripe, untried pussy -- her precious, virgin, blonde haired cunt.

Travis sighed and turned abruptly. It wouldn't hurt to turn on the light switch and catch a quick glimpse of his daughter's naked body. She always slept in the nude and, when she began to notice that her father was prone to staring at her whenever she was undressed, she had stopped going around undressed in front of him. As a result, Travis hadn't seen his daughter naked for well over a year. He was dying to look at her beautiful body.

Flicking on the lamp which stood on the table next to Gloria's bed, Travis turned slowly and peeked at his sleeping daughter. His initial feelings were of shame and disgust with himself for peeping at Gloria's beautiful naked body. But the more he eyed her glorious young body, the more excited he became. His prick did a monstrous cock-stand and hung out from his pelvis like an enormous flagpole. God! he thought. What a beautiful girl! An incredibly sexy woman, just waiting to be fucked!

Her pussy-mound looked so damn enticing and fuckable, and Travis was aching to slide his prick into her tight virgin cunt and take her cherry. If only Gloria weren't his very own daughter, he'd show her what it was like to be fucked properly.

Suddenly, without warning, Gloria's pretty blue eyes blinked open, once, twice -- and the third time, her eyes stayed open. She stared wide-eyed at her father's raging hard cock which wagged above her. His prick throbbed visibly and looked menacing.

Gloria had never seen a hard prick before, and she was stunned by the sight of her father's lengthy cock-stand. Thick, long blue veins stood out on the surface of his blood engorged prick, and he stood as still as a statue, his heart pounding and his brain racing with lustful thoughts. For a brief moment, their eyes met. Gloria's eyes were full of fear; her father's eyes were glazed and full of lust and desire.

"Wh-what's happening? Is this a dream or what? I... I don't understand? Daddy?"

Her body was tensed in fright, and with the sudden realization that she was stretched out naked and uncovered in the harsh glow of the lamp, she instinctively reached down and covered her cunt-thatch with her hands, leaving her ripe, upthrust tits exposed to her father's view.

Travis stared intently at his daughter's lovely tits, then averted his glance from her questioning eyes. A sudden rush of passion overcame him and set his prick to bobbing and throbbing with need -- the need to **** his daughter! He tried desperately to fight off the urge to fuck Gloria. He knew in his heart that it was an unthinkably perverted desire that welled up in his aching loins. But he simply couldn't help himself. He wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck her! He had to possess her ripe young body.

"Father!" she demanded anxiously. "Please, answer me! What's wrong with you? You look so... strange! You... don't look at all like yourself." That was an understatement. Travis had never appeared before his daughter with a raging hard-on before. There was no use in trying to stifle his debauched desires. He wanted to fuck Gloria, and there was no stopping him, now that he had seen her in all of her naked and enticing glory.

"Forgive me, Gloria. I love you dearly, but I can't help it. I must have you, my lovely daughter. Forgive me," he said tenderly as he climbed upon the bed and took her in his arms.

He planted a wet kiss on her lovely neck and moved, his fingers to her ripe tits, rubbing her nipples and squeezing the erect crimson buds, causing her nipples to tighten and point skyward, responding automatically to her father's gentle caresses.

"Daddy, don't... don't do that. I beg of you. It... it's not right, Daddy."

"I know it's not right, but I don't give a damn. I have to fuck you, Gloria!" he blurted.

Bending his head down, his lips parted and he sucked one of her taut crimson nipples into his hot mouth, slurping the succulent tit-bud and making wet, lewd sucking noises. At the same time, he slipped his hand down her tiny waist and furled her downy, blonde cunthair around his thick fingers. He lightly caress her pussy-mound with his palm and fingers, then, without warning, he carefully slipped his middle finger down to her pussy-opening, massaging her tight young slit with the tip of his slowly penetrating digit.

Gloria peered at the ceiling with eyes full of shock and wonder. Her father's caresses felt sexy and wonderful, but it was so wrong! This was i****t! Her friends had talked about having i****tuous desires for their brothers, and she had listened with disbelief. But this -- this was her father who was m*****ing her virgin body! And that, it seemed, was even worse! How could her daddy do such a wicked and perverted thing? He had always been such, a nice father, so kind and loving. It made no sense. Was this a nightmare?

When her father parted her cuntlips with his probing finger, she knew, that it was no nightmare. This was no mere expression of fatherly love. This was raw, unbridled sex. She quickly jerked to the side, uttered a low, guttural mewl and tried to come to her senses and reason with her father.

"Daddy, you can't do this," she said sternly but softly as she tried to squirm out of his tight embrace.

Undaunted, her father used his vastly superior strength to hold her in place on the bed, sprawled out and naked. Slipping a second finger into her cunt-opening. Travis began to expertly manipulate her pussy-lips, gently parting her outer flaps to afford easy access to his probing fingers. He caressed her pink cuntlips methodically and expertly, and she responded instinctively. Her cunt began to secrete juice, and his fingers became slick and wet with her cunt-nectar, making it much caster for him to finger-fuck his naked daughter.

"I... I hope you won't hate me for this, Gloria," he muttered huskily. "But I want to fuck you. I simply can't help it. I must fuck you! Maybe someday, you'll understand and forgive me."

"I-I just don't... understand, Daddy," she murmured as she felt his middle finger slicing into her tight wet pussy.

She knew that it was utterly useless to try to fight him. Her father was a big strong man, and he seemed intent on fucking her. She only hoped that he would be happy with fingerfucking her tight pussy.

Travis reached inside her pussy and gripped his daughter's clit between his fingers. He pinched her clit gently and tenderly, and her little love-button spasmed in his grip. Her clit hardened and grew erect. It was slick with pussy-juice. In fact, her cunt was leaking thin rivulets of cunt-nectar now. Pussy-juice streamed down her creamy thighs.

Gloria arched her back, intending to pull away from her father's caressing fingers. But to her immense surprise, she discovered that moving about only brought on intense waves of pleasure -- sexual pleasure that filed her cunt and coursed through her veins, exploding in a passionate fire burst in her befuddled brain. She knew that it was wrong to be enjoying this erotic pleasure, but she had no control over her behavior.

"Oh, Daddy," she cooed softly. "It... it feels so good. I never thought it could feel like this. I-I don't know what's come over me!"

"I love you, Gloria. The only woman I've ever loved more was your beautiful mother. I haven't fucked another woman since she died, I've been aching to fuck you ever since. I have to fuck you now!"

"Noooo!" she wailed, full of agony and honest fright. He couldn't do that! "Get off me, Daddy. Don't do it! Please!"

Her cries of protest were useless. Instead, her anguished appeals seemed to excite her father even more. He plunged his fingers into the deep recesses of her cunt, pushing aside her soft, pink pussy-lips, slick with cuntjuice. His fingers probed about within her hot, slick, untried pussy, rubbing lasciviously across her pussy-lips and gripping her sensitive, lust-filled clit. Cuntjuice churned about inside her young virgin cunt, causing his fingers to slide about easily inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh," she mewled in a throaty groan that seemed to reverberate off the walls of her bedroom.

She was getting turned on in a big way, and wave upon wave of passion flooded her young pussy, causing her clit to throb in anxious anticipation. Gloria had never even masturbated before. She knew that her friends often fingerfucked themselves, but she had always considered it sinful and naughty. She had no idea that getting finger-fucked could feel so damned good.

"Ohhhh, Daddy! Your fingers feel so damn good in my... in my pussy!" Gloria could hardly believe her own words. She had never spoken lewdly before. But as she felt her father's thick, strong fingers manipulating her undulating pussy-lips and gripping her sensitive, erect clit-button, she began to lose control of her emotions. She suddenly felt like -- well, like a woman. A full-grown woman! What would it be like if my daddy fucked me? she wondered. Would it feel good?

She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her father spread her thighs apart, leaving his fingers embedded in her seething cunt, and moved between her legs. With his free hand, he stroked his hard prick, moving his hand up and down the turgid shaft. Slipping his thumb under his bulbous blood-filled cock-knob, he got up on his haunches and held his prick up for Gloria to see.

"Look at my prick. Gloria. Look at it, darling," he instructed her calmly. "I'm gonna put my cock in your cunt and fuck you with it."

CHAPTER TWO

The glazed-over look in her father's eyes told her that there was no way that he could be dissuaded from fucking her virgin pussy. He looked like a man possessed. And he was possessed with lust and passion, which controlled his every move at this moment. Nothing could stop him from ramming his prick into her tight virgin cunt and fucking her furiously.

Gloria shouted in a last attempt to bring him to his senses! "Daddy, don't fuck me! It would be i****t, and I won't let you fuck me willingly. I'll resist you, and that would be ****. You wouldn't **** me, your own daughter, would you, Daddy?"

"Yes!" With that sharp reply, he guided his prick toward her cunt, parting her pink, slick pussy-lips with his fingers as his cock approached her seething, steaming cunt. "You want me to fuck you, damnit! You're hot and horny and you're dying for me to fuck you! Maybe it is ****, but that's just too fucking bad!"

She twitched and struggled beneath her, but his weight was too much, and his strong body impeded her weak efforts to stave off his onslaught. His mighty, throbbing cock penetrated her and slid in a couple of inches. She wriggled beneath his crushing body, but it did no good. She was so wet and slick that it was relatively easy for his cock to slide into her tight cunt mouth. But even though she was soaked with cunt-nectar, his cock stretched her untried cunt-muscles and she felt a gut wrenching pain in her unfucked pussy. His prick was too big!

"Aaaggghhh!" she wailed. "Stop? Please! It... it's hurting me! You... your cock... it's too big!"

"Shut up!" he rasped harshly. "Goddamnit, I told you it would hurt at first. But just try to relax and it'll start to feel good... real good!"

Gloria shook with fear and flailed about on the bed. Her father had never spoken so ruddy and roughly to her before. It didn't make sense -- he was acting like a monster. She knew that he must be completely out of his mind, and she could do nothing to stop him from r****g her virgin pussy. He was too strong and in his present condition he seemed like a very dangerous man who could explode into v******e at any moment.

She did as she was instructed, steeling her nerves and trying desperately to relax as his rock-hard cock sluiced inch-by-inch into her seething pussy.

"Mmmmmm... your cunt... it feels so nice and tight. Damn! I haven't felt so good in years!" he stammered huskily.

Travis gasped for breath and shook with passion. He thrust his mighty cock forward, impaling her virgin pussy on the staff of his huge, hard cock-stand. He jerked his hips, slamming more of his prick into her steaming young cunt, filling her pussy with his throbbing cock. His cock-knob spasmed and, sliced into her tight, untried cunt, wedging its way deeper and deeper into her heated slick pussy.

Gloria began to buck beneath his cock thrusts. She was beginning to respond lewdly to his sexual onslaught, his r****g of her virgin pussy.

She felt ashamed and humiliated at engaging in the depraved and sinful act of i****t with her very own father. But what was even worse, she was beginning to feel an unusual stirring in her cunt as his prick reamed its way along her cunt-walls, massaging her pussy-channel and churning up her slippery hot cuntjuice.

She writhed about beneath him, jerking her taut hips forward to meet his mighty cock thrusts, emitting sounds of breathless pleasure and ecstasy as her father fucked her with his hard, throbbing prick. His prick sluiced in and out of her tight pussy, rubbing her tender and sensitive pussy-walls, and, occasionally, pressing against her erect clit button, which grew harder and stiffer with each lewd cock-thrust.

The base of his hard prick raked across her erect clit when he pulled back and prepared to plunge his cock into her hot cunt again. She hissed and moaned with erotic pleasure at the depraved stimulation that his hard cock provided her hot cunt. Here clit spasmed uncontrollably and sent a quick series of pleasurable sensations pulsing along her cunt-channel.

"Oh God! Your cock feels so good in my virgin pussy! Fuck me some more, Daddy! It's nice... just like you said it would be!" she blurted.

Gloria no longer had any control over her mixed emotions. She knew that it was wrong and sinful to enjoy the i****tuous r****g of her pussy, but somehow she couldn't control herself. She enjoyed getting fucked by her father. He had a huge hard cock and he sure as hell knew how to use it!

The Bible said that he would burn in hell for fucking his daughter. But Travis was not at all worried at the moment. And Gloria summoned up the weak rationalization that if her father didn't care, neither did she. All that mattered right now was that she was hot and horny and getting a royal fucking. Her first fucking! So what if it was her father's prick that was reaming out her cunt so magnificently!

Cunt-juice, wet and slippery, was streaming down her creaming, sweaty, white thighs, lubricating her father's lengthy cockshaft as it rammed steadily and relentlessly into her tight, needy cunt. Weird noises came from her cunt. She focused her hearing on the sounds, cocking her ear to listen. It was the sound of fucking -- so strange, so lewd, so damn sexy! A twinge of pain suddenly came from the inner depths of her cunt and she held her breath, waiting anxiously for the painful sensation to pass. Hoping that it would subside quickly.

She could endure the pain silently no longer. "Aaaiiiee! Oh my God in heaven!" she blurted. "Daddy, something's wrong! I swear! Something's dreadfully wrong! The pain is so... so terrible. I... can't stand it... much longer!"

"That's all right!" he answered breathlessly not missing a single cock-stroke into her seething pussy.

Out-wrenching, mind-rending pain scared through her cunt and exploded like a dozen firecrackers in her aching head.

"It's your cherry, Gloria," her father explained quickly. "I'm breaking through your hymen, darling. Your virgin days are almost over. You are soon going to be a real woman!"

"Anaiiiee!" she wailed as he rammed forward, embedding his cock-knob in the very depths of her tight, spasming, aching pussy channel.

She felt something tearing somewhere deep in her cunt. Her stomach churned over and emitted strange groaning noises. She felt sick for an instant, but then her cherry tore and her father's prick sliced through the thin protective piece of flesh which had held her virginity safe for eighteen years.

"Aaaaggghbh! Oh! Goddamnit! Fuck!" she screamed.

She was shrieking obscenities continuously into her father's ear, yelling and snorting and gasping for breath as she bucked and writhed about, wriggling her hips to best enjoy his rapier-like cock as it sluiced into her ****d cunt. Her pussy dripped cunt-nectar and made lewd sucking noises as it clamped down on his turgid, hard-fucking cockshaft, gripping his lengthy prick tightly and holding his cockknob captive in her seething cunt. Her head shook back and forth as the most delightful feeling in the world struck her, hitting her hard, slamming through her hot cunt and her throbbing clit, wracking her body with delicious and delightful sensations.

"Damnit, Daddy! Your cock feels so nice and hard in my pussy. Fm a woman now! You've taken my cherry! Good Lord! What a wonderful feeling? You... you did it, Daddy, you did it! You fucked me and made me a real woman!"

"Shut up and keep fucking, Gloria. I can't listen to you now, girl. I'm gonna cum soon," he snorted coldly, his eyes, staring straight ahead over her shoulder -- staring into the void and seeing nothing.

He fucked her furiously, pounding his rock-hard prick into her seething, gripping cunt, ramming his cock-shaft into her hot young pussy, panting and grunting and groaning with lust. He bent his head and sucked her nipple. Her tits were ripe, taut and delicious, with nipples that were made to be sucked. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he groaned and slurped hard. She winced in pain as his teeth gripped her crimson nipple and tugged at the lovely titbud, pulling her nipple and areola out from, her lovely, white tit-flesh. Pain mingled with pleasure and she gasped with sexual delight.

"Oh, Daddy! Bite my nipple! I love it! I love it!" She arched her back, affording his lips easy access to her pleasure-filled nipple.

Her father quickly responded by sucking her nipple into his mouth and biting down on the tender and sensitive tit-bud, sending a searing, pleasurable sensation running through her.

She shook and shrugged, panting and grunting.

"Here it comes, Gloria!" he snorted. "I'm gonna shoot my load into your pussy, sweetheart. Get ready, because I'm gonna be cumming... any second now!"

"Oh, Daddy, go ahead! Shoot your cum into my pussy. I can't wait! Do it, Daddy! Shoot your cum into my cunt!" Gloria was startled at her own lewd language -- startled and excited at the same time. She had never spoken so crudely before, but she found it very titillating to speak like that.

Her pussy was boiling and her father's cock stirred her cunt-juice, making her pussy slick and wet. And hot! Gloria's cunt was on fire, burning with lust and desires. She ached for passionate release, and yet she was young and naive that when her orgasm began to build in her pussy, she had not the faintest idea what was really happening.

She became frightened and wondered if something was wrong with her. Her head became light and visions spun about in her dazed and confused brain. Was she going mad? Was she losing it? Surely, it wasn't natural to feel such wanton, unusual passions, especially when she was committing i****t with her father!

The hell with it, she thought. She pushed all feelings of guilt and shame back into the furthest recesses of her wind. She couldn't be bothered with ugly thoughts when she was luxuriating and nearing the throes of a powerful orgasm. She let the wives of passion rush through her well-fucked pussy, closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth in delicious anticipation.

Suddenly, her father shrieked -- a long, low, drawn-out yell that frightened and thrilled the teenaged girl. She automatically clenched her cunt-muscles tightly when he screamed, clasping his throbbing prick, holding his cock in a veritable vise-grip of unbridled passion and wanton lust.

"Unnggghhh! Mmmmph! Mmmmppphhh! Unnnggghhh!" he grunted huskily, and his body stiffened. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Hold tight, Gloria!"

Gloria used all of her strength to tighten her muscles and grip his turgid, spasming prick between her juicing cuntlips, clasping down on his cockshaft as he shot a thick load of white-hot jism into her cunt. Her mind reeled with unknown lust and passion as her father's cum washed her cuntjuice and her red cherry blood, forming a strange viscous mixture that seeped around her father's cock-knob, churned about inside her pussy and drooled slowly out of her cock-filled cunt.

Again her father grunted lewdly as he pressed forward, impaling her wilt on his spasming, spurting cock. Her cunt was filled to the brim with his spraying cock, and cum splashed about inside her hot, steaming, churning pussy.

"Aaaggghhh! Yeah, Gloria! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"

She fucked him hard and fast, humping up and down on the sweat-drenched sheets, bucking and writhing, moving back and forth, grating uncontrollably, meeting his cockthrusts with her hot, slick pussy. His spewing prick shot jism throughout her cunt, bathing her cuntwalls with sticky cum. Her cunt was boiling and her orgasm began to hit her. The wondrous, never-before-experienced, passionate sensation started deep in her seething cunt and began to build into a powerful, mindboggling orgasm.

This was it! she thought. This was what it was all about -- this was real fucking! She loved her father for opening this new fantastic world to her -- the thrilling world of sex and lust!

At that moment, her father was the most wonderful man in the world. His pounding, spurting prick rammed deep into her cunt, and she writhed about, clasping her tight cuntmuscles around the spurting prick which filled her pussy with cum.

"Ohhhh, Daddy, I think... I think I'm... cumming, too!"

Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. A powerful, wonderful, fantastic sensation wracked her body, causing her cunt to quiver. Her pussylips were swollen and turned crimson red, her clit spasmed and her thighs shook. The muscles in her cunt tightened and loosened quickly, responding instinctively to the wondrous feelings that welled up in her seething cunt. She was floating on a sea of stormy passion, fucking and jerking her hips forward, milking her father's prick-slit with her clenching cuntwalls, sucking the cum out of his cock and taut balls which clenched into a leathery sac beneath her slick, gripping pussy.

"Ohhhhh, Daddy," she gasped. "This is... this is so wonderful. I never thought anything could feel so damn good... so fucking good!"

Her mind was dazed from the fucking. Her father's spewing cock felt so big and his cum filled her pussy and made her feel like a grownup woman. She was dripping with sweat, and her long beautiful blonde hair was all askew, damp and twisted around her lovely neck. She flailed her head back and forth, whipping her drenched hair across her father's strong hairy chest as she experienced her very first mindboggling orgasm.

Could anything be so beautiful as being fucked? she wondered. Could any other man be as good at fucking her as her wonderful father? It didn't seem possible.

Suddenly, her father lifted his weight off her, placing his sweaty palms on her luscious tits for support. He pressed down on her tits and pulled himself up, taking in deep breaths of air. His face was contorted, and sweat dripped off of his chin, dropping on to her ripe upthrust tits. A small drop of sweat fell on her nipple, and she swooned seductively. She had no control over her wanton emotions and lustful desires. She wanted to fuck again.

"Daddy, fuck me again. Will you, please?" She stared into his glazed eyes, but she didn't like what she saw. He looked angry and nasty. His lips were pursed, and he bared his teeth like a mad dog ready to attack. Slowly, menacingly, he raised his arm and, in a flash, he brought his open hand down, smacking her sharply across her cheek.

"You filthy little bitch!" he snorted.

"What's wrong?" she blurted as her face turned bright red and shiny from the slap. "What did I do, Daddy?"

"You seduced me, you shameless little cunt!" he shouted. "You made me fuck you! That's i****t! It's crude and nasty and sinful. What the hell's the matter with you, anyway, Gloria? Didn't I bring you up right? Didn't I teach you to be clean and decent? Well, girl, speak up, damnit!"

He slapped her again, and she fell back on the bed, clutching her cheeks in her hands, her mind filled with confusion and frustration.

She couldn't believe what her father was saying. She hadn't seduced him -- or had she? For an instant, she wasn't sure what to think. But she quickly sorted it all out in her mind and, angrily, she retorted: "Daddy," she replied with a firm shake of her head, "it was you who seduced me! You ****d me! I told you not to fuck me! I told you that it was i****t! I said that it was wrong, but you insisted! You ****d me!"

"Shut up! I'll hear no more of your insolent lies, Gloria, you filthy fucking slut! You're not fit to live in this house any more! You disgrace the memory of your beloved mother!"

If looks could kill, Gloria would be as dead as a doornail. She stared into his cold, uncaring eyes. He glowered at her, his eyes like daggers, cutting and slicing into her, splitting her in two. She shuddered with fear.

"Look at you, begging me to fuck you again, shaking your tits at me like a wanton hussy, like a Goddamned whore on the street should have suspected something when you said you wanted to start dating boys. Now look what you've made me do -- fuck you! How disgusting!"

His features hardened and his jaw protruded, giving him a threatening, almost inhuman appearance which scared Gloria half to death.

She gathered her nerves together, swiftly sorted out all the facts in her mind, trying desperately to reconstruct the events which led up to her father fucking her and taking away her precious virginity. She had to try to reason with her father to make him see the truth. It was awful to see him looking so distressed and acting so nastily toward her. She had always gotten along well with her father, and she couldn't stand the thought of him blaming her for the fucking -- the fucking which he, disregarding her protests, had in fact initiated.

"Don't you remember, Daddy?" she said. Her voice was calm, and she spoke deliberately. This was no time for timidity, she thought as she addressed him. "You came into my room. I was sound asleep. You turned on the light, and when I woke up, you reached down and grabbed me."

"I won't hear any more of your stupid and outrageous lies, Gloria!" he rasped. "You called me into your room. You said that you were having a nightmare, and you asked me to lie down beside you and hold you. When I did that, you grabbed my prick and jerked me off. Then you shoved my prick into your cunt and made me fuck you. It was disgusting, and I hate you for it! You're nothing but a little slut and I won't have you in this house spoiling the wonderful memory of your mother -- who I loved so much. I'm going to send you away. Your Uncle Richard is on the board of directors of an academy, that handles problem c***dren like you. They'll take care of you and teach you how to live and act decently -- like your mother would have done, had she lived long enough."

Gloria was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was her father going insane? What the hell had gotten into him? He had always been so reasonable before. It made no sense at all.

"But, Father..."

"Shut up! I won't listen to another lying word from you, you little slut! What you made me do was despicable, and now you'll have to be properly disciplined, at your Uncle Richard's school. You can go to hell for all I care. The way that you behaved this evening was disgusting and shameful!"

CHAPTER THREE

The taxicab deposited Gloria in front of a large, white, stone mansion with marble stairs. Four huge carved marble columns formed a balustrade in front of the enormous oak door.

The pretty teenager stood perfectly still, holding her bags, her wide blue eyes surveying the mansion that housed the school which was to be her home. It looked like a nice well-kept building, but all of the shutters were closed, and, somehow, the mansion had a strange, forbidden aura about it.

The place gave her the creeps.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing out here?" said a deep growling voice from behind her.

A clammy, long-fingered hand clamped down on her shoulder, the sweaty, hairy fingers digging deep into Gloria's tender flesh. Quickly, she turned and looked into the chest of a very tall, angular man. Glancing up higher, she looked into his face. He had extremely sharp features and looked as if he were chiseled from stone. His face was pale and expressionless. A deep long scar traversed one cheek, running from just above his thin nose to the middle of his wrinkled neck. He wore a dark pair of wraparound sunglasses that hid his eyes, a dirty pair of blue denim coveralls and a wide-brimmed straw hat, tilted so far to one side that it appeared ready to fall off his narrow face.

"What's your name, girl?" he asked in a deep, guttural voice that betrayed no emotion. He spoke like a robot -- an unthinking, unfeeling machine, incapable of sincerity or trust.

"I-I'm Gloria Travis," she stammered in reply. "I just got here a moment ago. I'm supposed to see... uh... uh... my Uncle Richard... Havermayer. My Uncle Richard Havermayer."

"Follow me," the tall cadaverous man said abruptly, speaking in a cold monotone. The man led her up the marble stairs and opened the door to the mansion. "Wait right here," he said. "Don't move -- just wait." Then, he went back out the door.

Gloria stood still for a few anxious moments, waiting. But no one seemed to even know -- much less care -- that she was even there.

All of a sudden, she heard a low chuckle coming from directly above her. Spinning her upper torso around and turning her head, she glanced up the stairs and caught sight of her Uncle Richard, who at that very moment was descending the long staircase.

Uncle Richard bellowed a low throaty laugh, casually puffing on a big cigar. He shook his head -- and smiled!

"Uncle Richard! Thank God you're here. Please, help me!"

CHAPTER FOUR

Uncle Richard led Gloria up the stairs and down a long hallway. The door to one room was slightly ajar, and Gloria peeked inside. She didn't have time to see much, but what she did see startled the girl.

Inside the bare room, a girl of about Gloria's age was tied to a T-shaped bar. Her wrists were bound with thick rope and she was completely naked, facing forward, her tits jutting upward. On her nipples were shiny steel clamps. There was a long rubber hose stuck up the girl's cunt. A handsome red-haired man with a broad chest and sinewy arms stood over the tortured girl. He was berating her with crude obscenities, screaming in a threatening tone of voice. The girl was weeping and shaking her head back and forth as if denying something.

"You fucking slut! Whore! Bitch cunt! You'll have to be disciplined again, Dorothy. You know that... don't you, cunt?" the man was saying.

"But, I... I didn't do anything wrong, sir! I swear to you! I did nothing wrong!" the helpless girl protested. "Please don't whip me any more, sir!"

Uncle Richard hustled his niece along the corridor, staring straight ahead and paying no mind to what was going on in the room with the partially open door.

Gloria looked up at her Uncle. "Uncle Richard, what's going on in that room that we just passed? It... it looked as though some girl was..."

"That's none of your Goddamn business, Gloria! YOU have your own problems to worry about, so don't waste your time feeling sorry about the other unfortunate girls who are enrolled at the Academy. Whatever punishment they receive in our school is for their own good. They are all being trained to behave properly. If the students here -- and keep in mind, you are a student here, too -- if any of the students here break the rules or misbehave in any way, they are severely disciplined. The teachers are given a free hand to punish the girls at the Academy however they see fit. None of us butts into their business."

Uncle Richard led her into a big comfortable room with a wooden four-poster bed in the middle and chairs in the corners. Gloria shook with fear when she saw a long thin birch cane lying on the bedside table.

"But, Uncle Richard, that girl was being abused... terribly abused. She was tied up to some weird contraption, and she had some kind of clamps stuck on her nipples. It looked as though she was in frightful pain. And that man -- he seemed to enjoy hurting the girl. He looked mean and..."

"Shut the fuck up, girl!" Uncle Richard said harshly. "Now, you listen to me, Gloria. Even though I'm your uncles you tan expect no special treatment from me. You will be treated in the same manner as the other students here at the Academy. If you disobey, you will be severely disciplined. No one will help you. If you behave and listen to instructions, no harm will come to you! Now, get your ass into the shower. You were stupid and vile enough to allow Prince to fuck your cunt, you didn't exactly get off to a good start here."

As he pushed her into the shower and turned on the water, Gloria protested loudly: "Uncle Richard, will you please help me?"

"I told you to shut up!" Uncle Richard shouted as he shucked off his clothes and stepped into the shower. "You just don't know how to listen, do you, Gloria? Now, you must be disciplined, and since no one else is around, I shall have to punish you myself."

Gloria knew at once that it had been a most foolish outburst. She looked up at the big man, her eyes pleading with him.

"I-I'm sorry, Uncle Richard. I didn't mean to talk to you like that, honest. Please forgive me."

"On your knees, you foul-mouthed little slut. No one talks like that to me!"

Uncle Richard was not in the habit of accepting criticism -- Gloria knew that much about him. She obediently knelt on the floor of the shower stall. The water fell on her tits and soaked her hair as she knelt. At least she was able to take a shower and clean her pussy. She felt so humiliated and unclean. She cupped her hands, filled them with water and rubbed her pussy. She rubbed vigorously and slipped her fingers into her cunthole shoving aside her cuntlips to allow herself access. She had to clean her tight young pussy.

Suddenly, she felt Uncle Richard's firm grip on her head. He was standing directly over her, twining his thick, strong fingers in her long blonde hair and pulling her face toward his groin.

She had thought that he was going to help bathe her, but now, the ugly truth finally dawned on the kneeling girl. Her uncle was leaning forward, bending his knees slightly and pulling her head toward his cock.

"Wh-what are you doing, Uncle Richard?"

"I'm about to have my cock sucked, Gloria. By my very own niece! Doesn't that sound like fun!"

"No!" she blurted. "You can't make me suck your prick! I won't do it!"

"Suck my prick nicely and I'll forget what you did with that bitch!"

He pulled her hair roughly, forcing her to look up at him through the water drops that came off of his wet body. He looked mean and nasty and full of evil. His teeth were clenched as he leered at her wickedly.

"Look at my cock, Gloria," he said as he forced her face and tightening the painful grip that he had on her lovely wet hall.

She winced in pain and looked at her uncle's cock and balls. He was well hung, she had to admit. His cock was longer and thicker than her father's prick, and his balls were big. Water from the shower streamed down the tip of his mighty cock, giving the impression that he was pissing water. His cock scared her. She certainly didn't want to suck it.

Shaking her head, she defied the man: "I won't do it, Uncle Richard! I refuse!"

"Suit yourself, Gloria. If you want to be difficult, I'll simply have to force you to suck my prick. I can wait a while, but only a short while -- like, a few seconds."

He began to rub his cock into her face, pulling her head forward and twirling his firm fingers around in her hair, causing her unbearable pain. Her scalp was aching and she felt terribly abused as he ground his cock and balls into her face.

She felt a sharp blow to the side of her head. He had really hit her hard, but she couldn't move. He had a firm grip on her hair, making it impossible for her to avert her head from his blows. Again and again he hit her with his hard fist. At the same time, he rubbed his cock across her face. Squeezing his cock, he rammed his cock-knob lewdly into her eyes. Then he stuck his cock-tip into her nostrils, then shoved it at her mouth.

As he rubbed his prick across her closed lips, he spoke matter-of-factly.

"I do believe, you should accept the consequences of your misbehavior and suck my cock. That's not really such a terrible punishment. I could just keep on hitting you, Gloria. But I think you'd prefer to suck me off."

Gloria shuddered at the thought of being beaten any more. Timidly she opened her mouth and her uncle's flaccid prick slid right in.

"That's a good little slut," he said, gloating and chuckling as he began to grind his hips forward. Her mouth was open and his cock began to harden inside it.

"Suck my cock, damn you!" he exhorted as he slammed a fist into her cheek. "Suck my prick. I want you to suck it until it gets nice and hard in your fucking mouth. I'm going to face-fuck you, Gloria, face-fuck you until I cum right in your sucking mouth. Then I'm going to make you swallow my cum -- every last drop of it, do you understand?"

Haltingly, unwillingly, Gloria nodded her head in acknowledgement and began to pump his cock into her mouth. She stroked his lengthy, snake-like prick between her ruby lips. His prick was long and slick, and felt strange inside her sucking mouth. She was disgusted at being forced to lap her Uncle Richard's cock, but she definitely didn't want to get hit again, so she went about the crude task, licking his bobbing cockshaft and slurping his deeply embedded pricktip. It grew in her mouth and began to slip deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. Water from the shower ran down his prick and into her nose, and she nearly choked in the process biting his cockshaft unintentionally.

"You Goddamn stupid whore!" be rasped as he slammed into her face with his fist again and pulled her hair. "If you bit my cock again, I'll make you wish you'd never been born! Now get on with it! You've got a job to do, bitch blowjob!"

He laughed crudely and thrust his hips forward again, filling her mouth with his stiffening prick. His cock was indeed growing quickly as she slurped his prickshaft. She sucked his lengthy cock harder. It began to fill her mouth even more as she sucked. When she pulled her mouth back, she looked closely at his prick. It was patterned with thick blue veins which swelled as he stabbed his prick into her mouth.

Uncle Richard's cock was really getting hard now. His cock-knob was bulbous and hot as it bounced off the insides of her mouth. She grimaced from the pain, and tears filled her big, bright-blue eyes. His hips humped back and forth in a rhythmic pattern as he ground his cock into her face-face-fucking her brutally, forcefully.

Her jaws began to ache terribly as his prick speared her face. It felt like his huge hard cock pulling apart the very bones in her face. She felt like gagging and spitting his crude cock from her mouth, but she knew that he would merely hit her and make her suck him some more. So she fought back the urge and kept right on sucking his mighty throbbing cockshaft, twirling his prick around with her tongue and taking in air at the corners of her mouth whenever she had the opportunity to catch a quick breath.

"Yeah, that's a good little cocksucker, Gloria. I knew you had it in you to give your Uncle Richard a fine, first-class blowjob, bitch! Now suck the underside of my prick. There's a real sensitive spot there, just beneath my knob. Suck and lick my prick right there."

Her tongue lashed out obediently and she lapped at the spot just beneath his throbbing cockhead. His hardening cock had grown to immense proportions in her sucking mouth. She intermittently sucked his cock-knob and licked his prick-stalk. The blue veins that lined his cockshaft were thick and almost purplish in color. His cock spasmed and bobbed about, slamming forcefully against the inside of her sucking, slurping mouth, filling her oral cavity to overflowing. Gloria made lewd gloppy, wet slurping sounds as she sucked his cock deep down her throat.

His right hand palmed her cheek, rubbing her skin and feeling her mouth, the side of which was puffed out of shape, full of her uncle's stiff, hard prick.

"Unnnggghhh! Yeah, Goddamn little cocksucking harlot! Blowjob artist! Prick slurping slut!" Uncle Richard kept hissing crude curses at the cocksucking girl as she knelt before him, sucking and slurping his lengthy prick down her tortured, aching throat.

His prick bobbed and throbbed and bounced about pounding against the walls of her throat, stretching her mouth open wide, pulling at the muscles in her mouth. The pain in her stretched jaws was agonizing, but Gloria refrained from complaining. It would do no good, anyway, she figured. Uncle Richard was overwhelmed with lust, and nothing could stop him from ramming his rock-hard, hot prick into her face. He face-fucked her brutally, luxuriating in the feeling of power that he held over his sucking niece.

"I'm going to cum soon, Gloria," he said seriously. "And when I shoot my load, I expect to see you swallow my cum eagerly. I want you to gulp all of my cum down into your stomach." He grunted and groaned, savoring the blowjob that the helpless girl was busily giving his hard, pounding cock. "Unng-ghhh! Goddamnit, you do give a hell of a blowjob, you fucking slut! Best blowjob in the whole Goddamned world, bitch! Ummmm, yeah! Aaaggghhh!"

His hips became taut and firm and his prick sliced between her clasping lips, slamming hard and fast into her deep throat, banging and pounding against her cheeks and puffing them out grotesquely. He smiled, shook his head fiercely and let out a low howl: "Ooooh, fucking son of a bitch! What a cocksucker! Damn! Hell! Shit!"

His voice grew louder and louder and he berated and insulted his niece with disgusting obscenities, prodding her mouth with his rapier-like cock, pounding his prick into her face with the speed of a jackhammer. He was ramming his cock into her hot, wet mouth as her lips slurped at his prick and her wet tongue raked along the sensitive, throbbing underside of his prick-shaft. His cock was huge now, and his knob twitched rhythmically. He shuddered and groaned, his thigh muscles flexed, and he came, shooting his hot salty jism into her throat.

Gulping hard and fast, sucking the cum from his spasming cum-slit, the degraded girl strove determinedly to swallow his load of cum. His jism tasted salty as it washed across her tongue, filling her mouth.

The pretty teenager felt wretched, used and abused in the worst way, humiliated and degraded by her Uncle Richard.

"Swallow my cum, bitch!" he snorted crudely. "Drink it all down, deep down into your stomach. Yeah. Ummmm, what a nice cocksucker you are. It's going to be great having you here at the Academy." He spoke exuberantly, enthusiastically, lecherously, and in a way that frightened the wretched kneeling girl.

Afraid to disobey her uncle, Gloria gulped and slurped his slippery jism down her throat. Her stomach rebelled when the cum slid down her throat. She wrenched her mouth free of his spewing cock and coughed, spitting out what remained of the cum in her mouth. The water from the shower washed the mouthful of jism down the drain and Gloria stared at the goo as it mixed with the water and disappeared.

Uncle Richard was absolutely furious. He kicked her hard in the stomach, and more of his cum came up and drooled out of her tortured mouth, dribbling down her chin obscenely. She felt so terribly ill and totally overwhelmed by this dreadful situation.

Her uncle was a very mean and nasty man, much cruder and worse than she had ever imagined him to be. He seemed to possess not an ounce of concern for her well-being. He didn't even care how badly he hurt her. She doubled over when his foot slammed into her stomach, holding her mid-section and gasping for air as the water poured down on her. Cum-juice dribbled from the corners of her mouth, running lewdly down her chin and trickling slowly down her neck. Unexpectedly, she sneezed and even more cum spewed from her nostrils. She was a mess and she knew it. Never had she felt so horrible.

And never had she hated anyone the way that she now hated her. Uncle Richard for abusing her and forcing her to suck his cock.

"Clean yourself up." Gloria said calmly. He sighed, took a deep breath and stepped casually out of the shower, reached for a towel and began to rub his cock and balls dry. "You did a fairly good, job of cocksucking. But unfortunately, you failed to swallow all of my cum and keep it in your stomach. That wasn't very smart, Gloria. You'll simply have to learn to do much better in the future."

Gloria was stunned. What the hell was he talking about -- 'in the future'. Did her evil uncle plan to face-fuck her another time? Was he really that cold and callous? Could he really be so cruel and uncaring? Her brain was wracked with terrible thoughts. Would she be consigned to this dreadful school that they had the audacity to call an academy? What was going on in the room that they had passed on the way to the shower? It sure looked as if a poor innocent girl was being tortured in there? Would that kind of ill-treatment be meted out to her, too?

Then Gloria stepped out of the shower, and her Uncle Richard threw a towel at her.

"Dry off. Mr. Maxwell will be in to see you, shortly. Let me give you a word of warning: Mr. Maxwell is the headmaster here at the Academy. His word is law, and he doesn't like impudent young girls. He can be ruthless. And, mind you, it would be a serious mistake to cross him. He will explain everything to you. Now good bye, and good luck. I shall be checking on your progress periodically. I have a very special interest in you, my dear niece. Anyone who can give such a good blowjob warrants special interest." And with a laugh, he turned and left the room.

Gloria stepped over to the window and peered out. She saw the tall cadaverous man prowling the grounds. Running by his side was Prince, the fierce German shepherd.

It appeared that the tall thin man and Prince were guards. Gloria realized that it would be a most difficult task to escape from this horrid Academy. But she decided that no matter how difficult it was, no matter how long it took, she would manage to escape -- somehow -- someway.

"I'll escape," she said with self-assurance.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Don't count on it, Gloria," came the stern, cold voice of the headmaster, who, unknown to Gloria, had stepped softly into the room.

He was appraising her ripe young body with his piercing eyes. Glancing at her long blonde tresses, still damp from her shower, he moved forward and stroked her hair between slender fingers. Gloria was repelled. She stepped backward, but he followed. His eyes traveled to her ripe upthrust tits and her lovely crimson nipples.

"My, my, you're a tasty morsel, aren't you, darling. A real nice piece of ass just ready to be fucked. Isn't that so, Gloria?"

"No, that's not true!" she blurted indignantly. "I'm getting the hell out of this madhouse. I'm not going to put up with you people. This place is no academy -- it's a terrible torture chamber, and I'm checking out. Now!"

She dashed for the door, but the man stuck out his foot and tripped her, sending her tumbling head over heels. She lay in a puddle of naked flesh, crumpled up in the corner of the room.

The man strolled forward, exuding confidence. Smiling widely, he let out a barely audible laugh, reached down, and picked up a long thin whip from the bedside table. He flexed the whip, bending it between his hands, then held it high over his head as he glowered down at the cringing girl.

"I'll have to give you a few lashes for showing disrespect, Gloria," he said as he brought the lash down across her exposed tits.

The whip raked across her creamy white tits, cutting into her tender nipples, sending an electric-like shock coursing through her tortured body.

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" she shrieked. "Don't... don't hit me with that whip! It... it hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt, Gloria," he spoke in a monotone that betrayed no sympathy for her plight. "That's what whips are for -- to sting the flesh of the victim. You, my dear, are the victim."

With that, he snapped the whip through the air again, slashing out at her upthrust tits.

Gloria writhed about as the whip descended and crashed across her tits again, sending a searing, mind-boggling ache pulsing through her nipples. She tried to dodge his whip thrusts, but it was impossible to escape the lash as it rained down on her tortured body.

Finally he threw the whip aside and with a barely perceptible nod, beckoned her to rise.

Gloria shook her head from side to side and wept quietly. She was in shock. This man scared the daylights out of her. She wondered how he could whip her tits so cruelly at one moment, and then appear to be nice a moment later. She was totally confused. Tears streamed down her contorted, anguished face and she hunched up in the corner, hoping that somehow the wall would swallow her up. Hoping that someone would rescue her from this bizarre man.

"I'm growing impatient, Gloria," the man said as he stretched his hand out, offering to assist her in getting up from the floor. "Come on, now. I'd hate to take drastic measures with you. You look lovely, but I haven't finished inspecting you yet."

"I don't want to be... inspected," she replied weakly. "All I want is to get out of here. And for you to leave me alone. I don't want to be beaten any more."

"I won't beat you, Gloria. I just whipped you a little bit to show you that I mean business. You must learn to respect me, girl. My name is Mr. Maxwell. I'm the headmaster of the Academy. What I say goes. Do you understand?"

When she didn't answer at once, he gestured toward the whip, an unspoken threat that he would commence whipping her again if she refused to cooperate.

Gloria grimaced. "All right! Okay! Anything but that! Please!"

She looked him over carefully. Maxwell was big and broad, with a thick muscular frame and arms the size of a weight-lifter's. He was of medium height, but his body was so sinewy and powerful that he looked huge. He was definitely no one to mess around with. And the way he had wielded the whip was demonstration enough that this man was accustomed to brutalizing women. His eyes were luminescent green, almond-shaped, unusually big. His hair was well-groomed, jet-black and fell just below his ears. His nose was large but attractively shaped. His mouth looked cruel and small. On the whole, he was quite attractive and looked like he went to serious lengths to stay in fighting shape.

When Gloria's gaze fell to his lower body, she gasped audibly at the sight of his crotch. His pants had a big bulge in them -- the bulge of his huge prick. She realized at once that Maxwell had gotten turned on by whipping her.

Maxwell noticed her shocked look. He acknowledged it with a thin grin which barely showed his straight row of perfect white teeth. Again he offered his hand. This time, she took it. He pulled her up from the floor and smiled again. Then, without warning, he flung her onto the four-poster bed which dominated the room.

Gloria bounced on the mattress and came to rest on her haunches, covering her tits with her palms. She knew that it was a ridiculous gesture -- he had already seen her ripe tits -- but she didn't know what else to do. Her natural reflexes caused her to attempt to hide her nakedness.

Without speaking, Maxwell crossed the room, opened a drawer, and pulled out four three-foot lengths of rope. He walked to the bed, shoved Gloria over backwards and wrapped one of the ropes around her right wrist. He expertly tied a tight knot in the rope, tossed it around the bedpost and wrapped it around and secured it, again tying a knot. Then he moved to the other side of the bed, gripped her other wrist and began to tie it to the other bedpost.

His actions were methodical, rapid, and obviously well-practiced. This Maxwell character knew exactly what he was doing, Gloria figured.

"You don't have to tic me up, Mr. Maxwell. Honest, I won't try to escape."

Gloria could be a very convincing liar at times, but this time it didn't work. Maxwell saw right through her and told her so.

"I can't stand liars, Gloria. I heard you say you plan to escape the first chance you get. But you're not going to get the chance. Nobody escapes from the Academy. You will leave here -- if you are ever allowed to leave -- only when I say it is okay. And when you do leave the Academy, you will be sold to someone who will appreciate your abilities -- your slavish devotion and your sexual talents."

"Wh-what are you, saying?" she queried in disbelief. "You can't sell me! I'm a free person. I'm not a slave!"

This man was absolutely stark-raving mad! What the hell did he think he was doing, anyway?

"My dear girl," Maxwell said as he bound her ankles to the bottom bedposts. "You will be trained to be a docile, obedient slave. You will learn to please your owner in any manner they may desire. There are plenty of people who require the services of the. Academy. They are willing to pay enormous prices for girls of your beauty and quality. You'll learn everything you need to know to please your master, whomever he may be. I'm sure you'll bring a nice price when you are trained and disciplined."

Gloria couldn't believe it. Things like this simply didn't happen in the twentieth century. She stared at him with wide-open, unbelieving eyes that showed her shock. She was beyond crying.

Maxwell read her thoughts immediately. "Gloria, Gloria, Gloria," he said condescendingly. "I know exactly what you're thinking. 'It's against the law to sell young girls into slavery.' Isn't that what you're thinking at this very moment?"

He tugged at the buttons on his shirt, baring a muscular, hairy chest. Then, he unzipped his trousers and pulled, them down and off.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm thinking, Mr. Maxwell. What's more, I'm thinking that you're crazy... a madman!"

"Well, I really don't give a shit what you think, Gloria, because right now I'm going to fuck you." When Gloria's eyes opened wide with fright, Maxwell nodded, sighed, shrugged and climbed on the bed. "I'm going to start your training right now by r****g your sweet young cunt while you're bound. Many of our clients like to buy girls they can tie up and fuck. Lots of people get off on bondage and domination. Did you know that?"

"No! It's disgusting. It's sick!"

Maxwell shot her a patronizing look, shook his head disgustedly and said, "Little girl you've got a lot, to learn. That's why we're not gonna waste any time with you. I'm gonna start your training right now." He reached forward and parted her pink pussylips with his fingers. "Nice cunt, sweetheart," he said approvingly. "Yeah, you've got a nice tight little cunt -- made to order for fucking. Suppose I try out your pussy right now?"

Gloria detested the man. She struggled with her bonds, but he had tied the ropes around her wrists and ankles in such a way that the more she struggled, the tighter the bonds gripped her flesh, cutting into her skin and cutting off the circulation of blood through her limbs.

Maxwell knelt between the frightened girl's creamy thighs, his cock wagging in front of her. He motioned for her to take a look at his prick, which throbbed and bobbed before her eyes.

"Do you like my cock, Gloria? It's a nice big healthy prick. What do you think?"

"I hate it!" she hissed loudly. "It's disgusting. I'd rather have anything in my pussy than your ugly prick!"

"Oh well, I'm really sorry that you don't appreciate my cock, Gloria. You will have to learn to love cocks before we can sell you to a customer."

"I don't like any cocks, you evil bastard!" she spat. "Especially your prick, you sadistic son of a bitch!"

She spun and tugged at her bonds, but the ropes only became tighter than ever, digging into her flesh.

"Well, now. Since you hate him so much, maybe you should restate your feelings about my prick," he said, wagging his thick hardening cock in front of her startled eyes.

Gloria detested Mr. Maxwell, hated the head master with a passion. The thought of him fucking her, no matter how nice his cock was, made her sick.

"Okay, okay. You have a lovely cock, Mr. Maxwell. Is that what you want to hear? Your cock is beautiful!" She pouted and turned her head to one side. Tears were balanced on her lower lids, and one broke loose and tracked down her cheek.

Maxwell had no sympathy for the distraught young girl. Women to him were mere sexual objects to be played with and abused for the erotic pleasure of men. He stroked his hardening prick, jerking the palm of his hand along his cock-shaft, rubbing his prick to an erection.

Gloria watch Maxwell jerk off. Her wide eyes were full of wonder as she watched him stroke his long, hard, blue-veined cock. Blood rushed through the veins on his cock, and his hard-on grew and grew before her very eyes.

Finally, he slid forward on the bed until his cockhead was only inches from her cunt. She tried to jerk away, but pain shot through her wrists and ankles. The ropes which bound her were knotted so tightly that she could move only a few inches in any direction -- and even then, it hurt.

Maxwell bent down, placed two incongruously tender kisses on her tits and licked her nipples reverently. Then, without hesitation, he flung his hips forward slightly and his pricktip passed between her pink pussylips, wedging its way into her tight cunt. His cock-knob was bulbous and rock-hard, and he shoved it forward, worming deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Gloria jerked about on the bed, but was severely restrained by her tight, chafing bonds. His prick was sliding into her pussy inch by inch.

Maxwell pumped his hips four times in quick succession, and each time that he threw his hips forward, another inch of his cockshaft penetrated her tight young cunt.

"Damn!" Maxwell exclaimed huskily. "Your cunt is really tight! This is gonna be a real pleasure,