Max Sharkey - Daddy_s slave

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 raping 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, Gloria. Yeah, damn! You'll make a client of mine a real fine sex-slave some day – after you've been properly trained, of course."

He chuckled, sighed and reared back, then pummeled forward with terrific force, plowing his turgid cock into her pussy.

"Good God, how I hate you!" Gloria spat. She was furious with the depraved man. He was so cold and calculating and violently vicious. Mr. Maxwell really seemed to enjoy his forcible rape of her young pussy. And he seemed to thrive on the humiliation and degradation involved in raping her cunt.