Carlos Garcia, Governor of The Paradise Club Women’s Prison

A cruel and sadistic prison governor runs a South American women’s prison, ruling with an iron fist.

Women’s prisons in South American country’ s are to say the least disgusting, even the poor thrown into prison consider them slums, and that’s saying something . But for some women serving sentences over 3 years, there was a way out, jokingly among the prison staff in the city it was called Club Paradise,in reality it was an Island off the coast which had been taken over by the Government back in the 80’s.
Every one in the fishing village had been moved to the mainland and the Government had opened a “rehabilitation center for the mentally ill “, which had closed about 5 years ago and was then turned into a prison for women serving long sentences, and Carlos Garcia was appointed Prison Governor, the perfect person to manage what was actually a club and brothel for Senior Government Officials, Armed Forces senior personal and select rich members of society who backed the current President .
Governor Carlos Garcia ruled the establishment with an iron hand, and when it came to entertaining his clientele there was always something new on the menu.
At 6 foot 2 inches and 220 lbs, as fit as a fiddle and with a cock that was nearly 9 inches long and a huge 8 inches round there was very few women Carlos ever fucked that didn’t beg for mercy, even his Mothers sister aunt Valeria who had had four kids begged for him to stop when he grudge fucked her behind the church hall on the night of her eldest daughters wedding.
Carlos didn’t want to fuck her, but when he was 16 and came home from school early one day he opened the door to hear a noise coming from his Mother’s bedroom. Looking in the open door he saw his Mother on the bed, and the man on top of her he instantly recognized as Uncle Franko,his Mothers elder sisters husband.
It took his Mother a good minute before she saw Carlos leaning against the door frame watching her, she screamed at Franco to get off her and rolled herself up in a sheet, screaming no no it’s not like it looks. Uncle Franko hoped around trying to get dressed, he headed towards Carlos and smiled, the punch caught him square on the chin, hie eyes rolled into the back of his head, his knees went to jelly, he staggered a few steps and collapsed on the floor.
Carlos got hold of his uncles feet and dragged him to the back door, opened it and dragged him outside , came in locked the door, and went back to his Mothers bedroom.
She was laying face down wrapped in a sheet crying into a pillow, saying “I am sorry honey ,I am sorry ,it’s not like it looks”. Carlos Garcia walked over to his Mother ,grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her off the bed onto the floor, slowly he started to pull her up by her hair, she tied to hold onto the sheet but with his free hand he ripped it out of her grasp and threw it on the floor.
Walking her across the room holding her by the hair, he said through clenched teeth ” you mother fucking whore,” kicking open the bathroom door he took her inside and let go of her hair. ” Run a bath and get your stinking body in it ” he said to his mother.
She stood there with tears running down her face , “please, please Carlos, stop this , stop this now” she cried trying to cover her breast and cunt with her hands. He pushed her out of the way, lent over the bath and turned the taps on, standing up he towered over his Mother, “get in the bath” he said slowly “and wash your stinking self NOW, ” he shouted, she jumped as he screamed at her, and started crying again, but she was wasting her tears he had already left, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Luciana Garcia laid in the lukewarm water watching it slowly cover he legs and creep up towards her belly button, she washed slowly her mind all so very very mixed up ,but she kept coming back to the fact her son had seen her naked and the look on his face had scared her for some unknown reason. She slowly washed, climbed out of the bath and started to dry herself, and even thought she was dry she sat on the toilet not wanting to leave, trying to figure out what to say to her son.
The loud bang bang bang on the door made her jump,” hurry up “she heard her son say through the door, she got up and slowly walked to the door, opened it and walked into her bedroom. Carlos was standing there he had the dog leash and collar which had hung on the back door ever since their dog Brutus had left home and gone to find somewhere else to live. She stood looking at him, her mouth moved but no words came out, “get on your knees” he said , she shook her head no ,but she saw the clenched fist he made and she dropped to her knees. ” Don’t hurt me honey “she said softly,” I have done nothing to hurt you “, but he ignored her ,standing behind her he began putting the dogs collar around her neck and did it up, attaching the leash he put his foot against her back and gave her a push, she fell forward so she was on her hands and knees and suddenly she felt him rip the towel from her body.

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