Max Sharkey: Daddy_s slave

"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!"

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!"

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.