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CHAPTER SIX

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.

"Fuck you!" Hilda snarled as she let loose with the birch cane again, this time slashing her across her cuntmound. She was a merciless bitch, and the look on her face showed that she enjoyed tormenting the helpless, bound young girl.

Writhing about in her bonds, Gloria's face was contorted in a mask of pain and degradation. The pain was getting to her now, but as she glared into the dazed eyes of her beautiful tormentor, she knew that pleading for mercy would be a waste of time. Hilda wasn't about to stop whipping her until she was good and ready.

The whip descended on her cunt again, raking roughly across her cuntmound and stinging her erect clit. Gloria's body twitched and throbbed with horrible pain. She couldn't take much more of this ill-treatment. She thought that if Hilda kept whipping her pussy, she would surely pass out from pain.

"Stop! Please stop! I'll do whatever you tell me! I'll never speak rudely to you again… I promise. But please, stop whipping me. My pussy is burning up!"

"Well, I'll fix that right now," Hilda said, dropping the cane.

She leaned forward and began to smack Gloria across her face, raining open-palmed blows on the young girl. Gloria's face reddened from the blows which rattled her teeth and made her wince.

"Whore! Slut! Slave bitch!" Hilda yelled as she continued to slap the girl. "They'll break you in good and proper here. They'll teach you to obey. But first you must learn to obey and respect me, you stinking slut. You're gonna suck my cunt, bitch. Right now!"

"What? What did you say? You must be mad!" Gloria's eyes widened.

Hilda's eyes were glazed over with lust and passionate anticipation. She rushed forward and loosened the ropes that bound Gloria's wrists.

"Free yourself, slut!" she commanded harshly.

Gloria was stunned, but she managed to take the ropes off her wrists, throwing them to the floor in disgust. She rubbed her sore, chafed wrists until the feeling came back. Then she went about the task of untying her ankles. When she got her feet free, she rubbed the flesh to restore feeling.

Just as she was beginning to recover from the constricting bonds that had hurt her wrists and ankle so badly, she turned around and spotted Hilda coming at her with the birch cane in her hand.

The woman grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the bed. Gloria's ass bounced hard on the floor, and she looked into the woman's hard, cold face. Hilda was grinning lewdly, baring her teeth and gripping the riding crop in her fist. She flexed the cane threateningly and ordered Gloria to crawl forward as she stretched out in a big chair in the corner of the room.

"Crawl… slave bitch! Crawl your ass over here and service my cunt! You're gonna get your first taste of my sweet pussy! Hurry up, or I'll give you a whipping you'll never forget! What you got before was just a sampling of what I can do to you. Crawl, bitch, crawl!"

Hilda meant business, and Gloria was in no shape to argue with the demented woman. Her strength was sapped from the caning she had received, and the circulation in her limbs was only beginning to come back. There was no way that she could fight the stronger woman, so she crawled on her hands and knees toward her.

Stretching back in the big chair and assuming a comfortable position, the woman spread her thighs apart and laughed cruelly.

"Take a good look at my cunt, slave bitch, because you're gonna suck it! Yeah, you're gonna suck my pussy – my hot, juicy cunt!"

Gloria blanched and turned her head away from the sight of the woman's jet-black cunt thatch staring her in the face.

"You don't really expect me to suck your cunt, do you?" she said, frowning.

"You're damn right, slave bitch. And you'd be well advised to obey my command at once!" With that, the evil woman lashed out with the riding crop, catching the girl across her shoulders.

Gloria winced in pain and fell to the floor, face-down. She next felt a sharp pain in her back and, straining her head to look up, she realized that Hilda was digging the pointed heel of her shoe into her back.

Hilda smiled wickedly and hissed: "How do you like it under my feet, slave bitch? That's right where you belong! Yeah! How does it feel to be round under my heel?"

"It… it hurts something awful! Please, don't do that any more!" she pleaded. Her face was contorted with pain and she was crying a stream of tears as she spoke.

But the woman paid her to mind. Instead she thrust her leg forward, sticking her foot under Gloria's face. Hilda rubbed her shoe into the girl's face and commanded, "Lick it, slave bitch! Lick my shoe!"

Gloria couldn't believe that anyone could be so mean and sadistic. She wanted to tell the woman to go to hell, but just as she was about to speak, the evil birch cane fell across her shoulders again. The pain was unbearable, and the girl knew that she had to give in to Hilda's demented and perverse demand. Her tongue fucked clit, and she licked the dust from the woman's shoe. She felt sick to her stomach, but she didn't want to give Hilda any excuse to whip her any more.

Hilda laughed demonically. "Shoelicker! But that's enough of that, slave bitch! Now, you get to taste my sweet cunt, you lucky little slut! Up on your knees and worship my twat! Now!"

Gloria raised herself painfully to her knees and spoke weakly: "Please, please don't make me do that."

"Eat it! Eat my cunt, slave bitch!" the wicked Hilda commanded harshly. "Lick my pussy real nice now, or I'll give you another taste of my cane! Suck my cunt!" She grabbed Gloria by the back of her head and pulled her face into her steaming cunt. She rubbed her pussy into the girls mouth, jerking forward in the chair. "Lick it now!" she ordered as the cane descended again and again on the girl's naked shoulders.

The pain was top terrible for her to bear much longer, and Gloria wanted to conserve some of her strength in case a chance to escape availed itself. Resignedly, she bent her head forward and lapped tentatively at the woman's hot cunt.

As soon as her tongue flicked across Hilda's clit, the woman's pussy began to churn up cuntjuice. The sexy response came so quickly and unexpectedly that Gloria was shocked.

"Lick my cunt, slave bitch! Yeah! Ohhhhhh, yeah!"

The wicked woman, shoved her cunt into Gloria's mouth, rubbing her slick gleaming pussy-lips across the kneeling tortured girl's lips. She wriggled her hips frantically as she luxuriated, stretching back comfortably in the chair and reveling in the joyous sensations that came from having her juicy cunt sucked worshipfully by the frightened naked girl.

Hilda relished the fact that she was dominating the cuntsucking girl. Her angry and reckless attitude increased, and she whipped the obedient girl, lashing her naked shoulders with the cane when she least expected to be hit. As the cane cracked across the girl's back, Hilda cackled like a witch. She gloried in her power, and her ecstatic contortions increased the pressure that was building in her clit. Her pussy convulsed and spumed as the abused young girl worked her tongue in and out of her cunt.

"My clit! Suck my clit, you asshole! That's what I want now!" Hilda commanded in a cruel and demanding voice. She pushed the girl's head down further with the end of the birch cane, positioning Gloria's sucking mouth directly over her erect clit.

Gloria ached from the whipping. At this point, she would obey any command to avoid being struck by the cane again. Her tongue snaked timidly out of her mouth, and she lapped Hilda's stiff clit-button. She could feel Hilda's clit throb and twitch against her tongue, and cuntjuice streamed from the woman's hot churning pussy. She felt Hilda thrust her hips forward a little and, sensing that she had tossed her head back and could not at the moment look down at her, Gloria stole a glance up at the demented woman's contorted face.

She was stunned to see that Hilda was rubbing her full tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers. A hot, dreamy look came over her face as she immersed herself in unrestrained lust. Peering lower, Gloria watched the woman's tight stomach muscles working, pumping in and out furiously as Hilda writhed about uncontrollably in the chair. Then the girl's gaze fell upon a closer target – Hilda's cunt!

She tickled the woman's clit with quick, flicking tongue-lashes, using the very tip of her long tongue to stimulate the woman's button.

Hilda's cunthair was soaked with pussyjuice. This was one hot bitch! Gloria thought as she licked the woman's throbbing clit, raking her tongue across her cunt-slit.

Suddenly, the inexperienced young girl began to feel hot. She tried to fight it off, but all of the signs were unmistakable – her cunt was getting hot and juicy, and a familiar tingling sensation welled up in her pussy.

How in the world could she get turned on by sucking this nasty woman's cunt? She tried to put these disconcerting thoughts into the back of her mind as she resumed concentrating on sucking Hilda's clit. But she noticed that her cuntsucking seemed somehow morel willing – almost eager. She enjoyed the fact that she was turning Hilda on so much.

Gripping Hilda's taut asscheeks, she plunged her face into the woman's cunt and sucked at her clit, slurping down the woman's cuntjuice as she went about the vile but erotically exciting task of eating Hilda's pussy. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" Hilda responded. Her pussy contracted and she bounced about on the chair, her cunt pressed hard into Gloria's mouth. "Yeah! Goddamn good little slit sucker! Shit! You know what… you're doing… my little… slave… bitch!"

Gloria worked feverishly to bring the woman to the point of climax. Her tongue slid deep into Hilda's cunt, then eagerly lapped at the woman's glistening pussy-lips. Ever so gently, she gripped Hilda's cuntlips between her teeth and pulled the sensitive skin away from her cuntal sheath.

At first she was afraid that, she might hurt Hilda's cunt, but Hilda obviously loved this lewd type of stimulation. The woman gasped with erotic pleasure and writhed about freely in the chair, using sexual body language to express her profound approval of what Gloria was doing.

Gloria found that she derived a strange sense of satisfaction that she could manage to satisfy and stimulate such a sexually oriented woman as Hilda. Inwardly, she complimented herself on her ability to suck the woman's cunt so expertly.

She returned to the woman's clit next, wrapping her lips around it, pulling the erect, throbbing clit away from her cunt, holding it tightly between her lips, and after a few seconds, allowing it to snap back into its fleshy cuntal sheath.

Hilda responded eagerly to this lewd manner of sexual stimulation, gasping for breath, grunting with pleasure, emitting a series of short moans that excited Gloria and goaded her on.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! That's… oh so good! Yes, my slave bitch! Yes! Oh!"

The woman jerked back and forth, but allowed Gloria to control most of the heated action. She no longer gave instructions, but merely lay back – twitching, jerking and moaning – and enjoyed Gloria's licking, lapping and sucking mouth. And much to Gloria's surprise, she enjoyed it, too!

"Mmmmppphhh! Aaaggghhh! Yeah! God, yes!" Hilda blurted. She grunted with obscene delight at having her cunt sucked so eagerly and expertly.

Her cunt was moving forward rapidly now, pummeling quickly into Gloria's sucking mouth. She was cumming, and Gloria increased the speed of her cuntsucking.

"Ohhh! Yes! Suck my cunt, you slit-sucking whore! Lick my twat! Worship my twat, slave bitch! Eat my pussy up! Eat it up! Eat it! I-I'm… c-c-cumming!"

Hilda's orgasm rocked her. Her sexual desires were at a fever pitch as she hunched her hips, pressing her cunt forward so that her cuntlips were engulfed by Gloria's sucking mouth. She was filled with lust as her clit throbbed with intense excitement.

Gloria was turned on by the way that Hilda cursed as she came. It was perverse and humiliating, but nevertheless it made Gloria hot. She felt good inside, satisfied with herself for the fantastic job she had done sucking the woman's juicy cunt. Hilda was such a sexy bitch that Gloria imagined it was a major accomplishment to suck the woman to an intense orgasm. And somehow, when Hilda spoke crudely to her, it heightened her own passion. She nibbled at Hilda's pink clitbutton as the woman writhed about in the lovely thrill of climax.

Hilda gasped, moaned, grunted and snorted. Then her muscles loosened and she collapsed in the chair.

Planting one final worshipful kiss on the woman's lovely cuntmound, lathered up with pussy-nectar and saliva, Gloria sat back on her haunches and looked admiringly into the woman's face. Hilda's eyes were closed and her nostrils were flared as she breathed deeply. She cocked her chin haughtily and luxuriated in the relaxing sensations that washed over her.

As Gloria gazed awe-struck into Hilda's rapturous and beautiful face, she tried to sort out her conflicting emotions. When she had sucked Hilda's cunt, she had been transformed into an eager and willing clit-snapping, cuntsucking sex-slave, whose pleasure was derived from eating the woman's pussy to a thrilling climax. She wasn't pleased with her own lewd behavior, and she was as confused as could be. There had to be some explanation, and as she stared into the contented face of the resting woman, she thought that she could understand.

Hilda was a real woman – all woman. This gorgeous perfumed beauty was in the absolute peak of lovely physical condition. She was a sexual savage who, it seemed, enjoyed greater ecstasies, unimaginable passions, deeper spasms, longer agonies than most mortal women could possibly know. Her arrogant physical and sexual confidence was proudly displayed in her haughty demeanor and domineering character, which came to her naturally.

Hilda's eyes flickered and she rubbed them as though she were waking from a dream. She sighed sensuously and peered down at Gloria. The kneeling girl thought that she sensed a momentary glimpse of sympathy from the woman – a flash of understanding and, dare she even think it – love.

"Did… did you like it?" Gloria asked timidly. "Did you like the way I sucked your cunt?" She longed for approval in the worst way.

Hilda simply sneered, baring half of her teeth, which glistened white mid perfect in the light. She thrust her foot into Gloria's face and rubbed the sole of her shoe across the girl's mouth.

"You have my cuntjuice all over your lips, slave bitch," she said cruelly as she wiped the sole of her shoe in Gloria's face.

Gloria felt like a damn fool. Hilda was just as sadistic and evil as before. The beautiful raven-haired bitch gloried in her power, and was never at a loss for ways to abuse and humiliate Gloria. She cried and sat motionless on the floor, enduring her degradation.

"What the hell's the matter with you, slave bitch?" Hilda demanded as she swiftly stood up.

The girl gave her a sad, forced smile. "Nothing. I'm just confused, that's all."

"Well, pull yourself together, slut. Get up and follow me, or you'll taste my cane again. You wouldn't want another whipping, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't want tat," Gloria said as she rose from the floor.

Smack! Smack! Three powerful openhanded blows, sent Gloria crashing back to the floor. She hit with a dull thud. It seemed that no matter what she did, she was destined to be ill-treated.

"Follow me on your hands and knees, slave bitch! That's how all of the students get around the Academy – on their hands and knees. If you're caught standing, you'll be severely punished. Now crawl behind me! I'm taking you to your first class, and you're already late, you foolish girl."

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