Max Sharkey - Daddy_s slave

Hilda broke out laughing as she strolled down the hallway, with Gloria crawling on her hands and knees behind her.

Upon crawling into the room where her first class was to be held, Gloria was taken aback to see what was happening. It was a shocking sight that set her heart to racing.

Two young girls were locked into heavy wooden stocks. The medieval devices consisted of thick bonds with three holes cut into them. Their heads were stuck through the middle holes, and their hands were stuck through two smaller holes on either side. They appeared to be kneeling, but from Gloria's point of view, all she could see were their anguished, tortured faces and their sweaty hands.

It was an awesome and frightening sight to behold, and Gloria flinched and shook violently. What in the world was going on here? she wondered.

Her eyes lit on the imposing figure of the would-be teacher, who obviously dominated the strange scene. He was tall and well-built. He had medium-long styled hair and was hard muscled with the powerful arms of a professional athlete. His eyes were dark and penetrating as he looked in Gloria's direction and caught her stunned expression. He had an arrogant sneer on a face that was quite handsome in a rugged sort of way. He exuded extreme self-confidence and appeared smug and proud of his healthy body and handsome features.

Gloria realized that the man must have spent a great deal of time exercising and lifting weights. Such bodies come from exertion and a daily regimen designed expressly, to build huge muscles. He carried a long rubber-tipped stick – the type that teachers use to point out things on blackboards.

"Well, hello there, young lady," he said. His eyes roamed up and down her lithe naked body, taking in her firm tits, taut asscheeks and succulent cunt. His lecherous, shining eyes glowed with obvious satisfaction as he appraised her body. "You're rather well-endowed for a young girl. What's your name, sweetie?"

"Gloria," she answered politely.

She tried to size up the bizarre scene. This man was treating her rather nicely, but when she glanced over at the girls who were bound in the stocks, she knew that this was not a kind fellow. Even so, his pleasant manner seemed to catch her off-guard. Perhaps he liked her and wouldn't treat her as rudely as he did the others.

"Well, Gloria, welcome to the class. My name is Mr. Bradford." Turning to address the girls who were locked into the stocks, he instructed calmly, "Say hello to Gloria, girls."

"Hello, Gloria," they said in unison.

Gloria smiled weakly, shrugging her shoulders in acknowledgement of their greeting. When she looked closely, Gloria noticed that the other girls lips and cheeks appeared to be coated with some sticky, shiny liquid which had apparently dried on their faces. Their cute faces showed extreme embarrassment and docility.

She wondered what was going on in this bizarre classroom. A large assortment of strange-looking devices lined the walls and filled a table which was pushed into a darkened corner. A harsh light shone down from the ceiling, flooding the center of the room with heat. The girls in the stocks were perspiring profusely and seemed to be quite uncomfortable. It looked very painful the way they were restrained, immobile in the stocks.

"Step this way, Gloria," Bradford instructed coolly.

He led her toward the bound girls and introduced them as Sharon and Madge. Both girls had short tangled hair, damp from sweat and hanging in total disarray. They smiled meekly and nodded when they were introduced.

"I was just teaching Sharon and Madge the proper way to suck a man's cock. Isn't that right, girls?"

"Yes, Mr. Bradford," they replied, again speaking in unison.

"They've learned the basics and are quite adept at cocksucking. Now, Gloria, suppose you give it a try."

Gloria was flabbergasted. It didn't seem possible that he could discuss such a crude topic as cocksucking with such a calm, soothing voice. She didn't know what to think or say. Her face was contorted with confusion and her heart skipped a beat. Did he really want her to suck his prick, right then and there, in front of Sharon and Madge? Was the seemingly pleasant and gentlemanly Mr. Bradford as evil and diabolical as the other people that she had met at the Academy?

Gloria didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Get down on your knees, Gloria. You're going to suck my prick, whether you like it or not. Disobey me and I'll lock, you up in the stocks like the others. Down! Now!"

Reluctantly, she knelt before Mr. Bradford. She wore a horrified expression, and a big dewy teat formed at the corner of her eye as the ugly reality of the situation finally dawned on her. Bradford was intent on forcing her to suck his cock, and she was obliged to obey or be thrust into the dreadful stocks. "Unzip my trousers!" he commanded in an icy tone.

Her trembling fingers came up, gripped the man's zipper and pulled it down. She was quivering from head to toe.

"Take out my cock!"

She hastened to obey his vile command, reaching inside his pants and gently tugging out his thick, meaty prick. His cock flopped out and dangled obscenely in front of her startled eyes. As expected, the man had a healthy, large cock, the tip of which was round and solid. His prick appeared to be partially hard, but Gloria had no way of knowing for sure. She looked closely at his lengthy, sinewy cockshaft. Rope-like veins ran the length of his cock. The veins seemed thicker and longer than any she had seen before. His cock kind of frightened her.

"Take my prick and stroke it, Gloria!"

She hefted his cock in her palm and with her other hand began to finger his prick, running her soft hand along the entire length of his tumescent cock, fondling it gently.

All of a sudden, Bradford raised the rubber tipped stick and brought it down with a crack across her bare shoulders, whacking her twice in quick succession.

Gloria screeched and flinched as the stunning blows struck her. She gasped in pain and outrage and fell backward, releasing his cock and sliding down to the floor, trying to evade the next blow. She failed to move swiftly enough, and as the stick struck her again, she slumped over. She rolled over onto her belly and the stick cracked across her asscheeks, the muscles of which flexed and pulsed under the beating.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! He was beating her relentlessly, mercilessly.

"You stupid cunt!" he snorted. "Stupid fucking slut! You're no smarter than those other two assholes. Get up on your knees and suck my prick! Now!"

She raised herself painfully to her knees and looked into the cold, grimacing face of Mr. Bradford, who stepped forward, his prick wagging obscenely. Quickly she bent her head and went about the vile task of sucking Bradford's stiffening prick. He was getting very excited, and when she stoic a quick glance at his face, she saw him smirking, reveling in his dominant role.

"Suck my cock, you dumb cunt! And suck it right, or you'll be sorry! Suck!"

Gloria emitted a piteous, frightened moan as she leaned in and wrapped her ruby lips around Bradford's bulbous cockhead.

His virile cock began to throb the moment her lips touched it. It began to harden at once from the stimulation of her lips. She could actually feel the thick, rope-like veins on his cockshaft filling with blood from the heated excitement of her mouth.

Bradford's cock seemed to be hanging from a stallion instead of a mere mortal man. It had to be over a foot long when it was stiff, and maybe four inches in circumference.

"Yeah, that's right," he said throatily. "Get into sucking my prick, bitch!"

He began to pump his cock savagely into her sucking mouth, impaling her on his raging, hard blue-veined cock. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the slapping of his turgid cock between her lips.