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CHAPTER SEVEN

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.

"Give me a good blowjob and things will go easier on you, slut! Suck my cock lovingly, you little oversexed whore!"

Every muscle in his body tensed as he plunged his prick in and out of her wet mouth. She gripped his cock between her lips and sucked harder, doing her vtry best to please the man. Her mouth was wide open, but it took great effort and she endured tremendous pain from his mighty cock stretching her small mouth.

Bradford smirked triumphantly, panting and grunting crudely as he face-fucked the helpless girl who knelt abjectly before him, her mouth filled to the brim with his rock-hard cock. He face-fucked her rapidly, ramming his prick forward relentlessly, pitilessly, mercilessly. He pressed his balls against her chin as she licked and sucked his cockshaft in earnest, hating every moment of it, feeling degraded and humiliated at being forced to do such an obscene thing.

Gloria was filled with self-loathing for being caught in the web of such a disgusting and perverted situation, over which she had no control.

"Suck it! Suck my cock, you rotten little pig! Suck my prick until I cum in your mouth, whore!" he rasped as he brutally and painfully fucked his cock in and out of her slurping mouth.

He watched her lips work on his prick as he snickered at the terrified look in the girl's tear filled eyes, forcing her to suck his bloated prick as it pulsated from the rivers of hot, scorching blood that raced through the wide veins on his stalk.

Blushing furiously, Gloria stared at the thick base of his cockshaft and felt utterly debased as she watched his meaty shaft of prick-meat slicing between her sucking lips. His balls flapped lewdly under her chin. The damp pungent odor of his heated crotch filled her nostrils as she sucked his mighty prick. She deftly worked her tongue around his bloated prick-tip, tickling his cockslit with fucking motions that caused the man to tense his thigh muscles and gasp with erotic delight.

"Yeah! That's right, bitch! Do a good sucking job on my prick, you filthy harlot! Give me a good blowjob, bitch!"

His swollen, turgid cock pounded like a piston into her slurping mouth, raking along the insides of her mouth and stretching her oral cavity to the maximum. He was screaming wildly, screams of passion and pleasure that shook his entire body and made his cock throb and bob about in her mouth.

His cock grew larger and larger, until the very tip of his prick began to wedge its way into her throat, cutting off her air.

She gagged but kept sucking. She knew damn well that if she suddenly stopped sucking his prick, he would resume beating her with the stick. She definitely wanted no part of that, so she stifled back the urge to gag and kept right on sucking. She was turning green and looked for all the world as if she wanted to throw up.

Licking along Bradford's blood-engorged cock-stalk, she managed to gasp in a few quick breaths of air, and that kept her from retching. She knew, however, that she couldn't keep sucking much longer. Her jaws ached terribly from being stretched by the onslaught of Bradford's rampaging prick.

"I love it, bitch!" he shouted. "Yeah! Urnmmppphhh! Aaaggghhh! Yeah! Good fucking blowjob! Suck it! Suck my cock!"

The incredibly thick head of his prick rammed into her throat and she gasped. It seemed physically impossible for her to be sucking the entire length of his rock-hard prick, and she felt curiously proud of herself for being able to accomplish so bizarre an anatomical feat. She had gotten over the initial shock and revulsion at being so rudely exploited and abused. Now, although she still hated Bradford for making her suck his turgid cock, she found herself getting into the blowjob, trying new and different ways of sucking his prick. Tickling the tip of his cock, as he drove his thick and lengthy cock-shaft into her mouth, she could feel his muscles flex and hear him moan lustily. His thighs were tightened and his sinews stuck out boldly on his twitching legs.

Gloria flushed with excitement and continued her lewd sexual ministrations, sucking his prick with unbridled passion, fucking her wet, hot tongue across his throbbing prick-tip and running her tongue along the length of his cockshaft. She tongue-massaged the big, thick blue vein that ran from the base of his cock to the edge of his cock-knob just under his prick. The base of his prick pumped blood toward his cockhead, which was now swollen, turgid, hot and hard. She pressed her tongue against the sensitive blue vein and raked her teeth gently across his throbbing cock-meat.

He gasped and moaned long and low in response to the blowjob. "Ohhhh! Hot fucking damn! That's it! Shit! Fuck! Piss! Go for it, bitch! Suck my prick! I'm… I'm almost there!"

He pushed forward with a brutal cock thrust that filed her mouth. His balls slapped her chin and dangled obscenely from his crotch, emitting that strange pungent aroma that she had noticed earlier. It smelled sweet and sexy, and she increased her long wet slide up his turgid cock.

His body suddenly tensed and with one final lurch forward, Bradford shot his load of cum into her mouth.

The force of the blast of jism into her mouth shook Gloria furiously, but with great determination, she managed to keep her lips clamped tightly around his spewing cock. She leaned forward and gulped down his scalding flood of jism eagerly, slurping at the tip of his bloated cock-knob, milking the cum from it.

"Unnnggghhh! Unnnggghhh!" he grunted and panted, every muscle in his body rigid, his eyeballs bulging out from the pressure of the orgasm. His body twitched with passionate pleasure and he rocked back and forth on his heels as Gloria slurped down his heavy load of sticky cum.

When his cock twitched violently, signaling her that his balls and cock had been emptied of jism, she relaxed her vise-like grip on his prick and slipped her mouth off of his seeping cock.

"That was nice," he complimented her. "Now, make sure you've drunk all of my cum. Lick the tip of my prick. You wouldn't want to waste any of my jizz, would you?"

Gloria nodded in agreement and lapped the oozing cum from the end of his cock, tonguing his piss-slit lasciviously, tasting his salty jism, swirling it around in her mouth and swallowing it.

"Well, what do you say, Gloria?" Bradford asked with a cruel sneer pasted to his handsome face.

Picking up the cue, she quickly responded: "Thank you, Mr. Bradford."

"Good girl," he said with a smile as he grabbed her arm and led her across the room.

Methodically, he opened one of the stocks and removed Madge. She seemed quite thankful to be so unexpectedly granted freedom from the restraining stock. Rubbing her stiff sore neck, she stepped aside and knelt on the floor next to Bradford.

"Get in," he instructed Gloria. "You must spend some time in the stocks now." His cold, authoritative voice sounded ominous ad serious.

"B-but, I thought…"

"Fuck you, bitch! I don't give a flying fuck what you thought! Now do what I say!"

Gloria put her hands through the hand-slots and placed her head into position, and Bradford closed and locked the stocks in place. He laughed loudly and sauntered out of the room, pulling up the zipper on his trousers. Madge followed him obediently, crawling on her hands and knees.