Carmella Trained

An eBook By Paul Blades.

Jeb stared into the black waters of Hymelion Bay as the launch made its way toward the yacht. It lay at anchor a mile and a half offshore. It would take the launch twenty or thirty minutes to cover the distance. Jeb was glad for the time to think and brood. Tonight he was to take the first real step in finding and saving Carmella.

He had little information about what had happened after he and Carmella had separated following the fiasco at the casino. What information he did have came from the American Consular official who had been permitted to speak to Carmella briefly, and one short letter from Carmella that had come out of Calipha addressed to her parents. They, of course, would not share the letter with Jeb since they felt, and rightly so, he was responsible for the terrible predicament their daughter was in.

The information he had been able to pry out of the Consulate and piece together from his short conversation with Carmella's parents was that she had been arrested at their hotel, three days after she was supposed to have left. She had been charged with prostitution, bribery of the police, fraud, tampering with evidence and a host of lesser crimes. But why had she still been at the hotel three days after she was supposed to leave? Where did all these phony charges come from? They were all, to say the least, out of character for Carmella. Something had happened and Jeb couldn't figure out what. He was stunned when he learned she had given a 'confession' and she had had a trumped up trial after which she was sentenced to seventeen years of servitude to the State. In Calipha, he had learned, penal servitude for women meant principally sexual exploitation of the worst kind. In effect, slavery.

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The matron stepped over to the wall and the girl jumped to obey. The matron sat on the bench and spread her legs. The black haired girl knelt before her and pressed her face between her thighs.

"Lick it good, slut!" the matron commanded.

The black haired girl lapped at the fleshy cunt before her. She absorbed the remnants of the woman's discharge and, since she had not been ordered to stop, continued to tongue the matron's hairy gash.

"Oh, yes, slut. Yes, yes, yes. Keep going, kiss my clit, suck on it."

The matron spread her legs wider and pressed her hands on the back of the young girl's head. She kept moaning in pleasure as the experienced tongue and lips between her legs drove her passion. A deep moan escaped her lips, her eyes rolled back. Suddenly, she clamped her thighs about the kneeling slave's head and pushed the mouth servicing her cunt harder, deeper into her musty center.

"Oh, oh, oh," the matron yelled as she began to come. Still holding her cane, she whacked it down against the slave's ass and yelled, "Yes, yes, suck it, suck it!"

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