Max Sharkey - Daddy_s slave

"That was nice, Gloria. Very nice! You've got a real tight cunt, and most important, you know how to use it! I came hard. I think you'll make a good student here at the Academy. You've got plenty more to learn though."

Maxwell tugged on his trousers and pulled on his shirt. As he stood before the spread eagled and bound girl on the bed, he lit a cigarette and took a long draw, then exhaled a thin stream of smoke. He wore a smug expression and looked totally content with himself and his depraved little world inside the Academy.

Mopping his brow with handkerchief, he shrugged and spoke to Gloria: "Yep, you did real well. We'll have to work on you a lot more thought to prepare you for sale. Our clients demand much more than a cunt to fuck. You'll be trained in all aspects of sex."

"What to you mean?" she said, blushing.

Now that the fucking was over, Gloria resumed her deep-felt hatred for Maxwell. She knew that he was depraved, and she suspected that he was a bit of a loon – a very dangerous loon, at that. She decided, however, that the best thing to do was to go along with this bizarre game and seek some avenue of escape. It would be difficult, but where there is a will, there is a way she figured.

"Well, darling, sex-slaves must be well versed in many ways. They must be able to endure painful torture without passing out, and they must…"

"What?" she said, astonished at the calm way in which he spoke of torture. "You're going to torture me?"

"Not now, Gloria. Now I have other business to attend to, but I will leave you to attend your first class. Madame Hilda will be along in a few moments. Don't go anywhere." He departed, leaving the door open.

Gloria despised Maxwell, and she didn't find his little parting quip humorous at all. Her limbs were aching from being tied so tightly to the bedposts.

"That fucking asshole!" she cursed as she heard him strolling down the hallway. "Shit, if only I can get out of this insane place. I'd fix his ass. I'd tell on him and the cops would close this place up real fast. Then, I'd…"

Detecting the presence of someone else in the room, she raised her head and looked into the cold, calculating eyes of Hilda. Her face was flushed with embarrassment as she beheld the annoying intruder. It seemed as if she would never be allowed any peace in this wretched place.

Hilda was a singularly ominous figure. She stood motionless for a thoughtful second, her condescending smile in place, her leering eyes intent on the bound and naked girl. Her teeth gleamed in the harsh light of the room. Green eyes glimmered with youthful exuberance, becoming brownish close to the pupils. High arched, exaggerated eyebrows rose in a long half-moon above her penetrating eyes. She had unnaturally long lashes, jet-black and finely textured, and voluptuously ruby red lips, full and seductive.

She was a tall, well-sculpted woman, the type who had the world-wise look of a much older person than her actual age. Her features were lovely, but beneath her heavy make-up, upon closer examination, Hilda's face was sharp, angular, extremely sensuous. She had the air of a sexual animal, a woman who lived and breathed with passionate fury.

Her long hair was swept back over her ear on one side and almost covered one eye. A thin neck led to very high, closely spaced tits which jutted up naturally and pointed skyward. Her tits were full and scented with a sweet-smelling perfume. She wore a black leather corset-like blouse that tied up the front and served to exaggerate her already ample bosom, pulling her tits together and upward, making a deep cleavage. A short leather skirt came almost to her asscheeks, leaving little to the imagination. On her feet she wore black pumps with pointed tips and her legs were sheathed in sheer black nylon stockings.

The woman's lips curled a little and she spoke softly: "My name is Hilda. You are to follow me at once. Get up!"

"But I can't," Gloria said weakly, turning her head toward her bound wrists and ankles. She looked back to the woman for some type of sympathetic response to her plight – no such luck.

"I'll give you ten seconds to get free and on your feet, Gloria," she said unblinking. "Now get moving."

Gloria looked into Hilda's dark eyes with utter disbelief. How in the hell did Hilda expect her to get up when she was bound hand and foot? It made no sense! Nothing in this crazy Academy made any sense! "Damnit! I can't go anywhere all tied up like this!" she blurted indignantly.

Hilda strode purposefully and expressionlessly over to the closet in the corner of the room and produced a thin birch cane. She patted the cane in the palm of one hand while gripping the opposite cud in her fist. Shooting a threatening look of distaste in Gloria's direction, she moved forward. Abroad cruel sneer came across her ruby lips as she approached the frightened young girl.

"I don't like your tone of voice, sweetie. I don't care for the way you just spoke to me. I simply must punish you for your indiscretion, Gloria. You must learn to treat your superiors with more respect."

Gloria cowered before the imperious raven haired beauty. She knew that she was in big trouble now. The thin birch cane looked like it could really sting if it were used as a whip – which obviously was its purpose.

"No, please," she begged in a barely audible whimper. "I'm sorry I spoke to you that way. Honest, I am. Forgive me. I beg of you. Don't whip me with… that awful thing."

"It's too late for apologies, my dear." Hilda remonstrated, her voice as cold as ice. "I'll whip you. I'll sting your young flesh with this birch whip. Then you'll be sorry."

Hilda's voice carried the air of unmistakable authority. Her evil intentions would not be changed by any amount of pleading. She was bound and determined to give the helpless girl a good whipping, and nothing would dissuade her. It was obvious that the beautiful, enigmatic woman enjoyed her domineering position. Her smile telegraphed it.

"You spoke harshly to me, Gloria. That was very unwise, as you will soon discover."

Hilda assumed a haughty, cold demeanor. Her expression was fierce and full of inexplicable hate.

"Ohhh, I don't think I could stand being hit by that cane. Please accept my apology."

Gloria pouted and whimpered. A teardrop formed in the corner of her eye and hung there like a dewdrop on a leaf, waiting to fall.

"Shut the fuck up, Gloria!" the towering woman screamed as she raised the birch rod high over her head and brought the whip whistling through the air, slashing across the girl's creamy white thighs.

The whip stung Gloria's flesh, and she cringed as Hilda raised the whip and struck her again, this time slashing the thin birch rod across her exposed tits.

"Owww!" she shrieked as the birch whip descended on her tender tit-flesh.

She flinched, and her body twitched, but there was no way that she could ward off the blows. Again the birch whip snapped through the air and landed with a crack, on her tits, flicking across one erect nipple. She writhed and twisted on the bed, but the ropes held her in restraint and she couldn't escape the brutal whipping.

"You little bitch! You haven't the faintest idea what's in store, for you, do you? You're just a slave, cunt! You'll be taught to obey without complaint. You'll be whipped and beaten, and fucked. You'll be raped and abused. Your body will be treated like a mere sex object. Then you'll be sold to the highest bidder – sold as a sex-slave?"

"Why are you telling me these things?" Gloria asked. "You must be as mad as the other people here!"

She lay panting on the bed, gasping for breath and trying to regain her strength. She knew that she would need all of her youthful energy to endure the pain of the cane, and she wanted to keep Hilda talking so that she would cease beating her so cruelly.