Max Sharkey - Daddy_s slave

"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.

"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.