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CHAPTER ONE

Carmella had been told she was worthy to serve the Master`s guests. She had been told so
by Aboud, her trainer, in the sequestered atmosphere of his personal bedroom in the
dungeon below the public portion of the whorehouse known as the House of Adeem. Aboud had
beaten her that night, as was only proper, to remind her of her lowly status and to
reinforce her duty as an enslaved object of pleasure.

But that night, it was Aboud who supplied the pleasure. After he meticulously delivered
ten strong strokes of the cane to her breasts and thighs, he took her in his arms and
kissed her. She welcomed his hot tongue in her mouth as the burning kisses of the cane
still reverberated on her body. Her loins burned with desire for him, she yearned to
enwrap his thick, heavy cock with her lips.

Aboud released Carmella`s wrists from the chain that held them over her head. He gently
swept her legs from under her and carried her to his lush, four-posted bed. Laying her
down, he placed his naked, finely sculpted body next to hers. Carmella was in a trance.
Throughout her torments during her training, Aboud had been, with one exception, her sole
source of comfort and hope. To say she loved him would do an injustice to the strength of
her feelings. She adored him, as a creature would adore its god.

Carmella was enthralled as she felt the heat of Aboud`s flesh. She awaited only his
command to apply her impassioned skills to his pleasure. But he was the master. She knew
she must await his command since what she wanted, what she desired, meant nothing. She was
only a slave.

Aboud drew Carmella`s hands above her head and locked them in the grasp of his powerful
right hand. With his left, he caressed the length of her body.