Peggy McKloskey stood in front of the seated group of attentive listeners whom she was teaching the word of The Lord. She was a missionary sent to this middle African nation and they all loved her clear, soft voice and her plain but resolute manner. Neither did she talk down to them nor did she seem like she was preaching from some almighty hilltop. Her message was simple: Live your life in piece and harmony with your fellow man.

On this hot afternoon with her long brown hair piled on top of her head, this native of Connecticut took a moment to wipe the perspiration from her brow. The high tent gave her some respite from the burning sun, but she was very glad that she chose a sleeveless white blouse and khaki shorts for this occasion. Her slim, five-foot eight figure endured like a trooper as she preached her mission message and the villagers seemed to be enthralled with her.

She continued her oratory when, suddenly, an official police car stopped short outside the tent and out stepped two uniformed officers. Peggy paid them no mind as she focused on the subject at hand. The crowd became a bit uneasy from this intrusion and the missionary finally recognized their presence as she looked at them with a frown, silently scolding them for this abrupt interruption as they approached the dais.

A murmur snaked its way through the throng as one of the tall uniformed officers spoke. “ Come with us please. ”

A stunned Peggy looked askance at both of them. “ What ' s the meaning of this? I am in the middle of a sermon. Can you please wait? ”

The dark skinned officer backed his partner. “ Please don ' t make trouble. We have orders to bring you to headquarters. ”

“ But I don ' t understand. Why? ”

The same one spoke again. “ Ma ' am, we have our orders to bring you in. Come with us now! ”

The normally level headed missionary lost it a bit as she looked at them wide-eyed. “ Am I being arrested? This is absurd! ”

Then one of the policemen raised his voice and remained resolute. “ Don ' t make us use force! ”

Some of the crowd rose up in defense of the pretty missionary but the officers ordered them not to interfere. Peggy, trying to diffuse a potential volatile situation spoke to her audience. “ I must go with these men, but I will be back. This is probably some misunderstanding. ”

The people began talking to each other as the officers led the lady preacher to the squad car and placed her in the back seat.

***

A half hour later Peggy McKloskey was standing in front of the desk of the Chief of Police, with the two officers who brought her in standing on either side of her. Even in this air-conditioned building the willowy lady felt some sweat and not just from the outside heat. Nervously, she looked at the burly, fat cheeked black man as he read some papers on his desk, then gazed up at her.

He asked the missionary her name, just for the record. When she told him, he looked into her eyes and asked in a sarcastic tone, “ What is your code name? ”

Her face screwed up. “ My code name? ”

Standing up abruptly he bore his brown eyes into hers. “ We received an email this morning from a source in Washington, saying a CIA spy was in your midst posing as a missionary! ”

Her face flushed. “ Well it ' s not me! ”

“ Ms. McKloskey, you fit the description perfectly! ” He pressed.

“ But that ' s preposterous, I have my credentials! I am a missionary sir! ”

The chief came around to the front of his desk and faced the woman who was a couple inches shorter than he. “ Do you Americans think we are complete fools? Credentials can be forged or altered! ”

Her eyes widened. “ But I ' m not a spy! ”

He glared at her. “ Where ' s your camera bitch? In your bra? ”

“ No! ” Her nostrils flared.

“ Any cyanide tablets? ” He asked as he looked her up and down.

“ No! This is ridiculous! ”

His voice became soft but menacing. “ Better make it easy on yourself, tell us your code name. ”

She gritted her teeth. “ I don ' t have a code name! ”

“ I ' m losing my patience with you bitch! ”

“ I ' m not a bitch! I ' m a missionary! ”

“ So you say! ”

He made a move to grab her upper arm, but just that quick she kicked upward with her right foot, catching him square in the groin, and bolted for the door. The chief grabbed his crotch and bellowed as he fell to his knees and bent over. One of the officers quickly grabbed her from behind as she reached for the doorknob. She reared up like a wildcat but the burly officer held her. She then kicked out at the other policeman. But he dodged her lethal foot. The one in back then pinned her arms to her side, although she was still struggling. Desperately she tried once again to kick the one in front in the package but again he deftly eluded her. Then as the officer in back held her, the one in front doubled his fist and punched the still wildly struggling lady square in the jaw sending her sprawling to the floor unmoving.

By that time the hurting police chief had regained his feet. Glaring down at the unconscious form of the woman who ' d kicked him in the balls, he snarled. “ Lock this bitch up! I will personally interrogate her further myself! ”

***

An hour later the cell door clanged open. Peggy, who ' s hands were now cuffed behind her, squirmed on her side on the metal plank on which she laid and opened her eyes in time to see the two who arrested her entering the cell. Her cheek ached and her face was a bit swollen.

“ Get up bitch! ” One of them snarled as he grasped a handful of her hair and yanked her up. They shoved her forward through a dank corridor until they came upon a large space that had a single light in the ceiling and a chain hanging down in the middle. They quickly removed the cuffs from her wrists but immediately raised both of her arms and encircled both wrists with a leather cuff that was in turn attached to the suspended chain.

“ No! ” She protested as she felt her arms stretched upward and immobilized.

“ Shut up cunt! ” One of them exclaimed as he backhanded her across her face.

She spat. “ You ' re making a mistake! ”

Another slap produced another shriek of opposition.

Just then the police chief walked in. “ Is our little spy- bitch giving you guys trouble? ”

“ Yes she is, ” one of them assured.

“ Well, I ' ve got a few things here that might calm her down, ” he said as he dropped a canvas bag on a nearby table.

Teary eyed, Peg beseeched her captors. “ Please don ' t do this! You ' re making a mistake! ”

For an answer the chief grasped a hold of the suspended woman ' s left nipple through her bra. “ Tell me you code name, cunt! ”

She hollered and squirmed. “ I don ' t have one! ”

Then the chief took out a switchblade and her eyes got as big as saucers.

“ Don ' t worry bitch. I ' m not going to stab you, but we need to conduct a thorough search! ” With that he sliced right through the material of her white blouse.

“ Please don ' t do this, you ' re making a terrible mistake! ” she pleaded as her bra covered breasts were revealed.

“ Let ' s see those tits! ” One of the uniformed officers said with a leer.

“ Better stand still cunt! ” The police chief warned as he slid the blade underneath the center of the bra. Tears streamed down her face as he sliced through the thin material. The bra then joined the tattered blouse on the floor of the dungeon.

“ Hey! ” one of the policemen boasted. “ Nice tits! ” They all leered at the dangling orbs with the thick areolas and long nipples.

The other one snickered. “ We don ' t get to see a spy- bitch ' s tits every day! ”

When they grew tired of listening to their captive ' s incessant whining, one of them bunched up what used to be her bra and stuffed the cotton material in her mouth, gagging her.

There was nothing she could do to prevent these men from freely pawing her big breasts; teasing, pinching and twisting the nipples. Her objections fell on deaf ears.

“ Fucking spy-bitch! ” the chief thundered. “ Keep on denying it cunt! Torturing you will be a pleasure! ” He emphasized his point by violently twisting both nipples as she arched her back and cried out into the bra-gag.

Tears filled her eyes when he finally released his grip and stepped back.

“ Now let ' s see what the rest of a spy-bitch looks like! ” He reached for the belt buckle of her shorts. Like before, her protests were for naught as he yanked the khakis to her knees, exposing her white cotton panties.

“ I want to see the pussy! ” one declared.

The long haired missionary twisted away in a vain attempt to evade the probing hands of the three men who began to liberally touch her panty covered bottom as well as between her legs in the front. Once again she tried to kick out at them but her ankles were then cuffed together. Her shorts and panties were then literally cut apart and ripped from her body.

Now utterly naked, Peggy ' s nostrils flared and she screamed at them into her gag. For a reply she was once again slapped across the face. Her nipples were pinched and twisted. Her cunt and asshole were repeatedly fingerfucked.

“ I think the bitch needs a spanking! ” He announced. His cohorts agreed.

Peggy was soon yelping and twisting as the hard implement fell repeatedly on her ever reddening backside.

“ What ' s the code name bitch! ”

She shook her head violently. Her spanking continued as her tears dripped on the floor. But she didn ' t say what they wanted to hear.

The chief then emptied the contents of the canvas bag he brought with him. Wooden clothespins fell out onto the table. “ Sure you don ' t want to tell me!? ”

She continued her resistance.

The fat faced chief then squeezed open one of the menacing devices. Peggy twisted and squirmed as she felt the clamp around her left nipple. A matching clothespin squeezed her right nipple, increasing her twisting and squirming.

“ Ready to talk, cunt! ”

For an answer she sucked in her breath, absorbing the relentless pressure. He leered at her. “ Did they teach you how to take these at spy school? ” Her eyes showed the shooting pain, but she remained silent. He curled his upper lip. “ Let ' s see how many more you can take. ” He placed another one on the fleshy part of her left mound. She sucked in again. Then all the way around each breast he decorated her. The pain was constant, yet she endured it.

His gaze wandered down her body. He smiled sadistically. He chose another clothespin. He pointed it toward her sensitive juncture. She knew what was coming and she screamed and shook wildly when the clamp grabbed her pussy lip.

The three men enjoyed watching her squirm.

“ Want to talk now, cunt!? ” The chief pressed. “ Tell me your fucking code name! ”

Tears fell, but no utterance.

“ You stupid, fucking cunt! This is going to get worse! ”

A matching peg balanced the suffering on her labia. She hung there and suffered, otherwise kept quiet.

The chief was impressed by her stamina but he was determined to break her. He picked up a four foot long flogger that had thirteen leather tails. He stood in back of her naked, suspended form and swiftly thwapped all thirteen tails across her bare back. She arched her back and cried out into the gag. Then another swipe found the middle of her ass. Again she shrieked. The whipping continued until every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs knew the devastating feel of the lashes.

But she refused his repeated demands.

The burly chief then walked around front. He squeezed each clothespin with his thumb and forefinger. She yelped aloud, but remained silent otherwise.

A quick slash across her left breast produced another raucous retort. A matching slash across the other one did the same. Then methodically he whipped her down the front, between her breasts, over her tummy to her naval. When he whipped the front of her thighs she wailed the loudest yet.

She held out still.

Determined, the chief grasped the handle firmly and laid the strands on the floor in front of her. He looked at her suffering, freshly whipped form and said one word, “ Code-name! ”

By now Peggy ' s dark hair was completely disheveled as she hung there helplessly.

Then he snapped his wrist and brought the tails upward, slashing them directly on her vulnerable pussy. The blood curdling scream echoed around the walls of the dungeon as she sagged in her bonds, barely conscious.

Exasperated at not being able to break the American, he ordered his deputies to take her back to her cell. He would deal with her some more later.

***

Meanwhile at CIA Headquarters an email was received: “ Agent McCloskey, code name, Hellfire, has not responded to any messages. We fear she has either been killed or captured. ”

The upper level agency head who received the email frowned...then smiled smugly. “ That ' ll teach the bitch to repel my advances! ”

“One more time, tell me your fucking code name!” The police chief's stone-faced demand was once again met with defiance.

It had been two days now since Peggy McKloskey had been arrested while preaching her mission message to the attentive congregation. Since her enforced incarceration, she'd been stripped, severely spanked and whipped, as well as stringently tortured (clamps on her nipples and pussy lips) for her refusal to divulge the name her captors repeatedly demanded to know. In particular the burly chief had grown increasingly impatient of the woman who'd kicked him in the groin in a futile attempt at escape.

At this very moment, however, the lean, amply endowed damsel was tied face up to a wooden table with her wrists anchored securely to each corner with strong cords. Her legs were raised high and wide with ankles tethered to metal rings that were dangling from the ceiling by a set of strong chains. Her body ached from the continuous punishments inflicted on her, and she felt utterly debased from the fact that these horny men were gaping at her most intimate body part.

Just then she espied the broad, dark face of the chief who was peering down at her from between her legs. “Your such a stupid cunt!” This verbal degradation had grown commonplace along with the physical abuse. They were determined to break her and she was just as determined to keep her silence.

The chief then looked over to one of his deputies. “Begin!”

The tall, dark faced deputy took the chief's spot and held a short, black whip with six cow hide strands extending from a smooth black handle. Leering down at her wide open pussy, he drew back his arm and snapped all six strands swiftly and precisely onto her left inner thigh. She howled and jerked as angry red stripes immediately appeared. A matching swipe on her right inner thigh produced an identical reaction. Another lash an inch from the initial one landed on her left thigh. The flagellator matched that one with another on her right one. Then methodically, he alternated thighs, each time getting closer and closer to her sensitive juncture.

The chief then reached down and took the ballgag out of her mouth. “Want to tell us now?!”

“NO!” She shrieked through blinding tears.

“Dumb cunt!” He replaced the gag and stepped away.

The man wielding the whip appeared again. A sadistic grin crossed his face as if the burly man was hoping she'd hold out. Then he drew back the menacing looking implement and snapped the lashes devastatingly in the center of her wide open womanhood. The searing sensation showed immediately in her eyes as she jerked wildly and shrieked into the gag. Never in her life had she experienced such agony.

Fearing another blow to her pussy the desperate woman looked up at her captors and mouthed something inaudible into the ball that covered her mouth. The chief removed the gag and she blurted out, “Hellfire!”

The dark face of the chief then smiled sarcastically. “Now that wasn't so hard, was it?”

***

Hours later, Peggy McKloskey was lying hogtied on her stomach in the back of a rickety wooden wagon, wearing two skimpy pieces of clothing that barely covered her breasts and crotch. At this moment however, she felt utter indignation and betrayal and this bumpy, turning ride only added to her misery.

After that brutal interrogation they had led her to believe that she would be released. She thought about how great it would be to be back in The States again.

Her elation abruptly changed however when she stepped outside and a blanket was thrown over her head. She resisted strongly but her wrists and ankles were quickly cuffed, a ball gag was shoved into her mouth, a blindfold was put in place and she felt herself being lifted. That's how she got into her present position.

She heard two sets of feet scamper onto the ground and she could sense their eyes leering at her thinly covered rump. The rope binding her wrists to her ankles was untied, then her ankle cuffs were unhooked. Her wrists remained cuffed as they lifted her out and stood her on the ground.

Thoughts of escape disappeared quickly when she saw how big and muscular these two men were. A leather collar was placed around her neck, then a leash was attached to the ring. One of the men then yanked on the leash, forcing the brown haired, gagged woman to follow him. He led her into a one-story red brick building, which was part of a large compound that was surrounded by a six-foot wooden fence.

Peggy was finally led into an office with maroon carpeting with a large mahogany desk. Behind the desk sat a slender dark skinned woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. Her long braided hair cascaded down to her shoulders and her brown eyes seemed to want to penetrate Peggy's forehead. Once the native of Connecticut was standing in front of this authoritative looking female, the burly man removed the leash, but left Peggy's hands bound and mouth gagged.

“Very good, Tom. I'll take it from here.”

The man nodded while returning a wide smile. “Anytime Ma'am.”

“I'll see to it that you get your proper reward later,” she said with a lascivious leer that conveyed an obvious meaning.

After Tom left, the lady rose from her desk, which visibly demonstrated her intimidating height. Peggy is no short lady, but this woman towered over her. The lady's smooth, dark skin seemed as smooth as velvet and there didn't appear to be an ounce of fat on her. Her well developed breasts were covered in a black leather blouse that showed plenty of cleavage. A matching pair of shorts encased a firm, shapely bottom. Her long sleek, muscular legs appeared to go on forever and her feet were bare.

“Welcome Ms. McCloskey, my name is Coura, but you will always address me as “Ma'am.” She said this while coming around to the front of her desk and facing the spy who had entered the country under the guise of a “Missionary.”

“I will remove your gag so you may answer when I ask you any questions, but first there's something I must do.”

Then as the tall, wiry woman peered down at the almost naked American, she swiftly brought her right foot upward, catching Peggy directly in the center of her thinly covered crotch. Caught completely off guard, the bound woman cried out painfully as she sunk to her knees, then laid on her side in a fetal position. Writhing in excruciating discomfort she heard the verbal debasement as the African woman glared down at her. “We don't like fucking spies in our country! What you just got was my personal feeling toward your fucking activity. A missionary? You fucking bitch! You may also consider that to be payback for your assault on the chief!”

Perversely, the authoritative autocrat enjoyed watching the spy-bitch suffer, then finally ordered her to get on her knees. Slowly and painfully Peggy managed to obey the command. But the strong woman gave her no respite as she yanked on Peggy's hair and forced her head backward. Coura's face was an inch away. “You should feel lucky that a kick to your cunt was all you got bitch! I could still fucking kill you so don't fuck with me!” Coura's eyes blazed. As Peggy looked up into the woman's eyes she could tell she meant business. The ache in her scalp along with the throbbing pang between her legs were prime reminders not to give this woman any trouble.

Coura then released her grasp of Peggy's locks. “I will now remove the gag, but you don't speak unless I ask a question”. The brown haired still suffering, kneeling woman merely nodded.

Coura then sat on the front of her desk and gazed down her. “You're probably wondering why you are here.” Peggy silently affirmed the statement. “You do realize that we could've had you executed or incarcerated for a very long time.” The attentive woman's face reddened, but kept silent. “We made a plea agreement with your agency.” Peggy frowned. “We would neither kill you, nor send you to prison... but we will train you to be a sex-slave!”

That pronouncement hit the appalled late-twenties brunette like a ton of bricks. “WHAT!?” She blurted out, not caring about what she'd just heard about not speaking unless asked a question. “AN AGREEMENT!?”

The slap across her face came instantly.

Peggy gritted her teeth and her nostrils flared as the strong woman once again held the rebellious lady by the hair. “I AM NOBODY'S FUCKING SEX-SLAVE!”

The hard backhand snapped her head sideways. Coura then spoke into her two-way radio. “I need help in here!”

When Tom and his companion Johannes entered the room, Coura ordered them to drag “this recalcitrant bitch” to the whipping post!

***

With her wrists bound by strong rope to the high, upright wooden post Peggy screamed when she felt the lashes hit her between the shoulder blades. They'd stripped her bare but left her legs free. She cringed in anticipation of the next stripe. When it came she screamed and pivoted around, trying to avoid another lash to her back. The next slash, however, landed between her breasts, and she turned around to avoid a repetition, only to have the harsh tails strike in the middle of her buttocks.

There was no escape from the steady, rhythmic strokes as she twisted around on the rope. Peggy's shrieks were met with laughs and taunts as every part of her body was soon covered by red streaks. Seeing a pale skinned young woman whipped was high entertainment for the inhabitants of this compound, which consisted of grounds keepers, cooks and counselors. Coura, who had ordered this woman's sound chastisement, allowed the flogging to continue until the insubordinate bitch was sagging by her wrists.

Peggy was then dragged off to a tent and tied down.

Three hours later the authoritative woman entered the tent that Peggy would call home. The freshly whipped woman was spreadeagled down to the ground and her stripes and red marks were still visible. Coura towered over her supine form and spoke.

“Now let's continue with your indoctrination.” Peggy didn't dare say a word as she glared upward. “As I was saying, you will be trained to be a sex-slave. It's either that or be shot.”

Coura allowed that pronouncement to sink into the other woman's brain. Peggy's face reddened but knew better than to protest.”So what'll it be? Do you want to face our firing squad?”

Peggy swallowed hard and she managed a respectful, “No Ma'am.”

Coura smiled sarcastically. “I didn't think so.”

The naked American remained silent.

“Therefore,” the dark faced lady continued, “as I said, we will train you to be a sex-slave.” Peggy's face reddened at the demeaning thought. “In plain English, your body will be used by anybody anytime for his or her pleasure.”

Coura allowed those debasing words to sink in Peggy's brain as well. “You will go through four phases of training. Your first phase, which begins tomorrow morning means you will have scheduled spankings and whippings each day. Your spankings will generally be in the morning with your whippings in the evening. You will be instructed on the proper ways of a sex-slave. You also will be expected to perform menial tasks around the compound. Depending on how you progress, you may graduate to phase two, which means your spankings and whippings are every other day. In phase three they are once a week. If you make it to the fourth phase, the scheduled punishments will no longer be required, but by that time you will expected to comply with anybody's desire for your body.”

Peggy wanted to ask what happens after phase four, but thought better of speaking out of turn.

Coura then looked at Peggy's body and smiled. “You have a very healthy looking set of tits and your toned legs will make you a favorite here.”

Even though some of her rebellious spirit had been whipped out of her for now, Peggy was clearly repulsed by what she was hearing, but she didn't dare say anything.

Then Coura's face turned grave. “By the way, any attempt at escape will result in you being shot immediately!” Peggy gulped again. “Oh, and one more thing, you can be disciplined for any infraction by anyone in the camp. The whipping you just received was a prime example! Any such punishment can be meted out at any time and would be separate from your regular spanking and whipping. Do you understand?”

Peggy felt utter indignation and couldn't believe this was happening to her, but she had little choice but to give a sincere, “Yes Ma'am,” to the question.

“Your training will begin formally at 6am sharp, when you will be aroused by your trainer.”

Trainer? She thought to herself. Coura read her mind. “That's right, trainer. That person will be your immediate supervisor and the person who will recommend that you pass to the next phase. So it's in your best interest to cooperate fully with your trainer!”

The tall dark faced woman then stood directly over Peggy's face and leered at the trussed up American spy. Straddling her, Coura lowered her own leather covered crotch so her juncture was only a few inches from Peggy's mouth. Coura then grasped the other woman by the hair holding her face upward. “Look at my cunt, bitch! Very soon you will expected to eat it!” Peggy cringed from the shooting pain in her scalp, but with that savage whipping still fresh on her mind didn't dare voice any objection.

Coura then left the tent, leaving the still spreadeagled Peggy to wonder about what was just explained to her. How the hell could this be? Why was somebody from her agency not there? Why was she not rescued from these barbarians? She was told that there'd be no trouble when she agreed to this operation. Somebody had betrayed her but she wasn't sure who.

Peggy was left alone for the rest of that afternoon until supper time. At that time a man entered her tent. He was short in stature but had massive shoulders and bulging muscles that rippled underneath his white, cotton pullover shirt that had a low v-line. He wore a pair of khaki shorts that seemed to contrast with his dark skin. Well-developed thigh and calf muscles made this man seem like a sumo wrestler.

A chill went up her spine as he peered down at her. “Hello Ms. McKloskey,” he uttered in a clear voice. “I'm Akeem, your trainer.”

Initially Peggy was astounded by his calm, resolute manner. He looked like someone who could break her in half if he so desired, yet the tone of his voice conveyed to her a well-educated person. His African accent was mixed with a bit of a British characteristic. Perhaps he had been educated in England.

“Are you feeling better?” he inquired as he stooped to free one of her ankles.

“Yes Sir,” she answered calmly, grateful that someone actually cared.

“That was quite a brutal whipping you took,” he continued as he freed her other ankle. “That should be a lesson for you. Don't fuck with Coura!” Akeem said as he untied the rope around Peggy's left wrist while raising both eyebrows.

Peggy swallowed hard. “Yes Sir.”

Once she was completely free of her bindings, she was ordered to her feet. She was grateful when he allowed her to don the two pieces of apparel that had been stripped from her before her whipping, but on the other hand, they almost seemed irrelevant since everybody there had already seen her naked.

Thoughts of escape that instantly flashed across her mind quickly dissipated when she remembered Coura's warning about being shot. Peggy wasn't sure if that was true, but she wasn't going to push it.

She stood still as the wide-bodied man put the collar back around her neck and attached a leash. In addition he cuffed her wrists behind her. At that point he reached for her hair and with a meaty paw gripped her brown locks tightly. Forcing her head back much like Coura had done, he widened his eyes and spoke softly but clearly.

“I will be the best friend you will have here!” Peggy cringed from the shooting pain in her scalp, but kept her eyes glued to his. “Nobody will fuck with you as long as you're with me. But if you screw up, I will be your worst enemy. Do what I tell you with no sass and you will be fine. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied painfully.

“Now it's time for supper. Let's go!” Releasing her hair, he then pulled on the leash, leading her out of the tent toward the dining hall. As he led his new charge some whistles and catcalls accompanied their trip. “Pay them no mind,” he told her. “They always act that way when fresh meat is brought in.”

It appalled Peggy to be referred to as “fresh meat” but she kept her mouth shut and followed the thick-necked man. Going through the chow line she overheard some lewd remarks obviously aimed at her. She couldn't ascertain all of what was said, but she did detect the words, “cunt” and “slut.” Grateful for the wholesome food and a chance to actually sit down at a table, she eagerly enjoyed the repast. She was also thankful that Akeem was with her.

Once finished with the well balanced meal Akeem led her back to her tent. He told her that he wouldn't tie her down again, so she could go to the latrine if she needed to. But she was not to go anywhere else, because if she did, she would be shot immediately by their well trained snipers.

It was also explained to her that bedtime was 9pm, no exceptions. Akeem did bring her some books and magazines so she could read under the light of the lamp. Yes they did have electricity here.

Peggy was left alone for the rest of the evening so she read some of a book that Akeem left her. It was entitled “The Marketplace” by Laura Antoniou which was about four young people who were erotically trained to be slaves. She was so enthralled by it, she read half the book before she heard the lights-out siren.

*

At precisely 6AM the next morning Akeem entered her tent unannounced. “Get your ass up!” He barked, sounding like a drill sergeant. A groggy Peggy peered up at him through slitted eyelids and groaned irritably. “You have exactly twenty minutes latrine time! Do whatever you have to do and be back here! If you're not back here in twenty I will come looking for you! Don't make me do that!” Slowly, she managed to rise on wobbly legs. “By the way,” he continued. “This is the first and only time I will tolerate you not being up and kneeling in front of your tent when I arrive in the morning. Failure to comply will mean immediate chastisement!” Looking at the menacing looking strap hanging from his belt, Peggy assented quickly.

She was also thankful for the running water, shower and commode in the latrine. Akeem smiled when she returned on time.

He also wondered whether she caught a glimpse of his hard-on. Damn this lady was really built, he thought. He would definitely have her, but for now he must keep his mind on his duties.

He called her to attention in front of her tent and spoke to her officially. “First, you will report to our physical activity director for your morning exercise. This is a daily requirement, no excuses. After that, it's breakfast. Then I will give you some personal time. If you need to use the latrine, you should take it then. After that, you will receive your initial, daily spanking. Then it's to the classroom for some hands-on instruction on how to properly perform as a sex-slave. Then after lunch you will be assigned a menial task to keep you occupied. Your first scheduled whipping will be at 4pm. After which you will be given another personal break. Then it's dinner.”

Peggy watched his face as he explained all this, reacting negatively toward the mention of spanking, whipping and the sex-slave training. Even though she was grateful that he fully explained all this, she was outrageously repulsed by this whole thing.

In addition he forewarned her that any screw ups or acts of insubordination could result in immediate punishment that could occur at any time. She had already experienced that reality.

Akeem then took hold of her leash and led her through the early sun-lit morning. They passed some brick buildings and an old wooden barn where they came upon a large grassy field. Peggy saw a woman standing in front of a solid stone block that stood about six feet off the ground and was about three feet wide. The squared-jaw woman was just as tall as Coura, but much more muscular and beefier. She was wearing a white halter that comfortably held her well-developed breasts and a pair of skimpy white shorts. Her dark body contrasted sharply with her attire that included a pair of white Reeboks

“Bring her over here Akeem!”

When the stocky man brought Peggy face to face with her exercise trainer, the lady nodded to him. “Remove her cuffs and collar. You may leave her with me. See you in an hour Akeem.”

“Take good care of her Velda.” Akeem smiled as he ambled away.

Standing in the cool morning grass, Peggy felt a bit uneasy with her protector gone, but soon was brought to attention by the penetrating brown eyes of this imposing individual standing in front of her.

“This is your first of many mornings you and I will spend together,” the leisurely clad lady announced in a strong African accent. “Let's hope this is a pleasant meeting.”

The slender brunette, although she had been trained in martial arts, decided it was best not to challenge this woman. Peggy merely answered, “Yes Ma'am.”

“Very well then, let's start with twenty jumping jacks.” Peggy accomplished that with no problem. “Okay, now get down and give me twenty push-ups.” No problem. The well-conditioned spy performed the task easily although she did break a sweat.. “Very well, twenty more.” Peggy managed it but she definitely felt the strain in her muscles. Assuming she was done with that, she was stunned when the African lady barked out, “Twenty more.” Feeling sudden pressure, Peggy struggled in a heroic attempt to comply, but by the time she reached ten, her muscles gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

Hoping the other woman would have mercy on her, those hopes were dashed when she felt the painful and sudden pull on her hair. She screamed as she felt herself being propelled like a rag doll until she was across the lap of this big woman who was now sitting in a metal chair. Peggy's shorts were yanked to her ankles and a strong arm held her in place as her backside now pointed toward the sky. She yelped when she felt the meaty hand repeatedly make contact with her round, bare bottom. Up, down, left and right the blows rained. Peggy cried out as the searing swats gave her no respite. The captured spy completely lost count how many spanks she received, and her ever reddening bottom felt like it was on fire.

Finally, the strong woman ordered the now suffering American to her knees and berated her for being a wimp and that she would be expected to do one hundred push-ups before she is released. In addition, the exercise session continued. Sit-ups, leg lifts and abdominal pulls were executed under Velda's strict direction.

Akeem then returned. Peggy's wrist cuffs and collar were put in place as he led her to the dining hall for breakfast. More leers, crass comments and snickers accompanied her walk through the chow line by the male servers.

After breakfast Peggy was allowed some personal time, during which she reflected on her situation. Akeem really wasn't such a bad person, although she hadn't given him a reason to use that old strap he kept dangling from his belt. But how the hell could somebody in her agency allow this to occur? She was sent over here to find about this country's resources, particularly whether or not they had any uranium stored up. Everything would be fine, she was told. Now this. She felt like she was in a boot camp for sex-slaves. Somebody better have a damn good explanation for putting her through this, for she was not like a slave in a marketplace wanting to be bought by some upper crust owner.

Just as she came out of her reverie, Akeem took her by the leash and led the willowy brunette to another area of the camp. By then the hot sun was blazing away and Peggy was particularly relieved to be led into an air-conditioned building. He led her down a long narrow corridor until they arrived at a white door with no marking.

Peggy was astounded by what she saw. Strong chains hung from the ceiling, ominous looking bondage devices stood motionless and menacing looking whips and paddles were suspended by hooks on one wall. When he led her to what appeared to be an old sawhorse that was sturdily built with black leather padding in certain places, she gasped.

“Lean over!” Akeem commanded..Having never experienced anything like this before, she looked at him, befuddled. “The long way,” he said with a sarcastic snicker. When her lean frame was prone across the wooden plank, with her arms and legs extended over the front and back, her rounded bottom was presented in such a convenient manner that the purpose of this device was plainly obvious. After her wrists and ankles were secured, she gasped again when her skimpy shorts were yanked to her thighs.

“I see you were a bad girl this morning at P.T., but now it's time for you to find out what happens to spy-bitches who enter our country under the false pretense of being a missionary!” That reality manifested itself readily when she sensed him walking across the room, retrieving a long leather paddle and returning to where he stood directly over her raised bare rump.

Peggy secretly cursed her employer just before the first thwap landed. She yelped from the suddenness of the blow, which had already been tenderized by her physical trainer, then tried to steel her bottom in anticipation of the next one. The hard leather covered both cheeks while he began a forcefully steady rhythm and the searing heat began rising exponentially. Her ever reddening bottom bounced and shook after each swat. The aghast former “missionary” filled the room with her wails and her tears dripped onto the floor.

When her initial official spanking had finally ceased she laid there unmoving. She can't remember ever being spanked like that even as a kid. And she was going to receive a spanking such as this on a daily basis!? ...”Those bastards!” She said to herself, thinking about the agency that got her into this.

Mercifully Akeem gave her some respite, hanging up the paddle and freeing her wrists and ankles.

By the time she was able to move comfortably it was mid-morning, time for “another kind of training”, is the way Akeem put it. He led her out of one building, immediately into another, down a narrow hallway and into a room that reminded her of an elementary school classroom. It contained a blackboard and rows of chaired desks. Behind her desk sat a dark haired white woman, who was conservatively dressed in a plain white button-down blouse. Her hair was piled on top of her head as she read some papers in front of her. She wore dark rimmed glasses, low on her nose so she could look over top of them. There were no other students in the room as Akeem led Peggy to a seat directly in front of the teacher's desk. At that point the cuffs and leash were removed and the trainer left the room, closing the door behind him..

Nothing happened. Peggy sat with her eyes focused on the woman, patiently awaiting for her to do or say something. When finally the woman's brown eyes looked over her glasses at the native of Connecticut, her pink lips moved.

“How many cocks have you sucked in your life?”

Stunned by the terribly graphic question , Peggy gaped stupidly but couldn't find her voice.

“Do you understand the question?”

“Yes...um...Yes ma'am...um.”

The woman frowned. “Looks like you need some prompting!” She said with an obvious edge to her voice.

When she rose, Peggy could see that the lady was a few inches shorter than the student and she was wearing a navy blue skirt that ended well below her knees and that she had a rather paunchy physique. Peggy gasped however, when she witnessed the woman stroll over to the side of the blackboard and take down a black three-foot long riding crop. Firmly grasping the handle the woman returned and stood directly in front of Peggy's desk

“Stand up!”

Still smarting from the two spankings she'd already received that morning, Peggy decided against giving this woman any lip, but dreaded that menacing looking implement.

After obeying the command, she looked down at the teacher, who barked another order. “Shorts down and lean over your desk!” When Peggy hesitated, the woman's voice rose an octave. “If those shorts aren't at your ankles in two seconds the whipping you received yesterday will seem like child's play!” She complied.

The stern looking woman chided her for being a bad girl this morning, obviously referring to her already reddened bottom. After the woman touched the business end of the crop against the still- smarting, rounded protrusion, Peggy gasped and blurted out, “Five!”

“Five what?”

“Five...c...c...cocks.”

“You've sucked off five cocks in your life?”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“At least your polite and you have some experience, but since you didn't answer fast enough, you've still earned a cropping.”

“Oh please no!”

“Would you rather have a whipping like what you got yesterday?”

“No Ma'am, but not this!”

“Well it's either five right now with the crop or it's the whipping post again. It's your choice.”

The reactive thought of overpowering this woman and running quickly dissipated when she thought about what Chris said about the snipers.

“All right, I'll take the five,” Peggy said in a defeatist voice.

Five searing swats with crop later the spy-turned-student gingerly sat back down and faced the teacher who had returned to her desk, but kept the instrument handy.

“Now,” the dark haired teacher continued. “My name is Irma, but you will always refer to me as “Ma'am.”

The freshly cropped woman felt suddenly like a pimple-faced pupil who's undivided attention was being demanded by this other woman who was close to her in age. What was really galling is that she was also an American.

“Five cocks huh? When was the last time you accomplished that feat?” Peggy's face reddened, clearly taken aback by the query. “Are you in need of further prompting?” Irma asked as she reached for the crop.

“It's been...um...a while ago.” Peggy blurted as if the words were being forced from her lips.

“How long?” Irma pressed obviously irritated by this woman's short memory.

Peggy's eyes darted back and forth nervously, but managed to put her lips together and say in almost a whisper, “Six months.”

“You haven't sucked a cock in six months!?”

“That's right,” she responded somberly.

“Well, you know it's a lot like riding a bicycle,” the woman declared. “But we thought you might be in need of some remedial training,” Irma said as a matter of fact. “The first thing a sex-slave should be able to do is suck a cock on command.”

Peggy was clearly repulsed by this conversation and was even more revolted when one of the men who'd brought her here from the jail walked into the room. Irma watched her student's facial expression as the tall, muscular African man settled into a seat next to the teacher's desk.

“We must find out first hand just how much experience you have,” Irma explained.

Peggy could've feigned ignorance, but the gist of this was transparently obvious. When the man unzipped the front of his jeans, she felt utter indignation. Surely, they can't expect her to perform such an explicit act right here. Then the dreaded words left Irma's mouth.

“I want you to get on your knees in front of him!” When Peggy's mouth dropped, the woman admonished her. “It's either that or the whipping post. It's your choice.” Not wishing to experience another blistering flogging, Peggy reluctantly rose from her seat and embarrassingly dropped to her knees. The woman nodded. “Crawl over to him!” Slowly, one knee in front of the other one, the debased damsel accomplished the task. “Now reach in and take his cock out of his pants.” To emphasize her command Irma picked up the riding crop.

With her nimble fingers now holding his rigid male member, some lurid thoughts went through Peggy's mind. Was it true that black men had bigger dicks than white men? The five cocks that she'd sucked before were all attached to white men. Some of them were quite formidable, but the cock that she was holding presently was definitely the largest one she'd seen or touched.

“Slowly finger the crown,” Irma suggested. The man sighed deeply. “Now slowly move down the shaft.” The dark-skinned man spread his legs even further. “Palm his balls...Yeah that's it.” The man's pelvis began to move involuntarily. “Now go up and down the shaft lightly, then lick the underside of the head.” Peggy obeyed. The man's loud sigh spurred her on. “Take the whole head in your mouth, then slowly go down the shaft. Get as much in your mouth as possible.” The man was in absolute heaven. “Now lick around the head.”

At that point the man grabbed Peggy by the hair and began ramming his solid rocket deep into her oral cavity over and over. Peggy had no choice but to accept this pistoning piece of manhood, while she tried to keep herself from choking.

Irma cheered him on. “Fuck the bitch's mouth Johannes! Yeah that's it!”

The burly man kept it up until he let out a loud cry and threw his head backward as he exploded.

“Drink that cum bitch!” Irma snarled.

When a panting Johannes finally pulled his dripping cock out of Peggy's mouth, the woman from Connecticut felt utterly degraded. Never had she experienced anything like this.

When the man left, Irma affirmed. “You will suck off many more cocks by the time you leave this camp.”

*

While this was happening Coura and Akeem were having a meeting in her office.

“She's going to be a tough one,” Coura said to Akeem as Peggy's trainer looked back at the lady who was in charge of the camp. “I detected a definite aversion to the idea of being a sex-slave.”

“You're right about that Ma'am, but I don't think she's so tough. Besides, I like a challenge.”

Coura's face lit up. “Akeem I have all the confidence in the world in you. If anybody can handle her, you can.”

“Coming from you Ma'am, I consider that to be a supreme compliment.”

“Be at my place at 8, I'll give you my supreme compliment first hand.”

The barrel chested trainer smiled broadly. “Yes Ma'am.”

Coura smiled lasciviously. “Your trainee should've sucked Johannes' cock by now.”

Following lunch Akeem led his charge to another area of the compound. Peggy could see an old stable. Near the open door of the thatched roofed building stood a crusty dark-faced bearded man who wore coveralls.

“Hey Akeem, watchagotthere?”

“Someone new Henry.”

The man's eyes lit up. “Well, ya know I always like new stuff.”

“This is Peggy. She'll be your afternoon help Henry.”

The forty-something medium built man closed one eye and looked from Akeem to the scantily clad white woman. “So this is the spy-bitch, huh?”

Akeem nodded. “Yep, she's the one.”

Henry's face wrinkled slightly. “Too pretty to be a fuckin spy.”

“And too pretty to be a missionary as well.”

“And she's been whupped already.”

“Yep.”

“A spunky one huh?”

“We figured that an afternoon mucking out stalls would do her good.”

Henry leered at the wholesome female body showing the gaps between his teeth. “We got some coveralls for her.”

“Good Henry, I'll leave her with you. You may punish her if she gives you any trouble.”

“She'll be just fine.”

After Akeem left, Henry gazed at Peggy as if he were figuring out where to begin. The brunette wasn't sure she wanted hear what he had to say but she waited patiently for some instructions, even though her nose was experiencing an adverse sensation to the horse manure.

“There are some coveralls and boots hangin on a hook inside.”

Incredulously Peggy looked at him. “Do you really want me to do this?”

Those words no sooner left her mouth when a meaty hand reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. She winced from the shooting pain in her scalp.

“You will be doing what I say or get a whuppin'. It's your choice!” He said as he touched the heavy leather strap hanging from his belt. It looked even meaner than the one Akeem carried.

“But I've...OW!...never...OW!... done anything...OW!... like this before!”

Letting go of her hair Henry went quickly and grabbed a rake and threw it to her. “Here catch, you'll need this. And put the coveralls and boots on. You'll be needin' them too. Henry then folded his muscular arms, waiting for her to move.

“Do I look like I was made to work in a stable?” She pleaded. The stableman looked at her up and down.

“You surely don't, but then again you don't look like a missionary either. Now, I don't want to hear any more whining. Get to work!”

She caught the smart-aleck reply in her throat, but the thought of cleaning up horseshit was indeed repugnant. Reluctantly she slipped on the coveralls and boots.

*

The warm water felt great on Peggy's body as it washed away the mud and grime. Akeem was kind enough to allow her to take a shower after her afternoon chore of cleaning up horseshit.

She did, however, manage to escape Henry's belt, but Peggy sure felt uneasy by the way the seasoned man kept leering at her. She sensed that he wanted to fling her to the ground, rip her clothes off and poke her right then and there. However, he never touched her except for pulling her hair that once.

Once she was dressed again, Akeem led her back to the building with the bondage gear. This time he made her strip completely and tethered her wrists high over her head with her feet barely touching the floor. He informed her, rhetorically, that it was time for her daily whipping.

She couldn't imagine that this could be any worse than that flogging she took yesterday. Nevertheless, she yelped when the first of the lashes struck her in the middle of her back. Methodically he worked his way down to her buttocks, then with precision covered every inch down to her thighs. Red stripes appeared where the lashes landed, but he never once broke her skin. When he finished, the stockily built man merely ambled over to the wall and hung up the sturdy implement.

Akeem then let Peggy have some free time in her tent before dinner.

During dinner Peggy noticed Velda, Irma and Coura sitting together at a table dining together. While the trainee was standing in the food line she could hear their laughter and could feel their eyes upon her. She, nevertheless, finished her meal while sitting with Akeem, without incident.

After supper her trainer took her back to her tent. To Peggy's surprise he ordered her to strip, kneel and bend over so that her forehead was touching the floor. He began chastising her for the many times during her first day that she had embarrassed him. He explained that it was very important, not only for Peggy to cooperate with the people at the camp, but that it made Akeem look bad if she did not.

Her conveniently protruding, still reddened backside felt the stinging snap of Akeem's strap for the first time. Forcefully, he brought the thick, brown leather down continuously until her unprotected posterior turned crimson.

This was her third spanking of the day. How long could she take this?

As she finally laid their whimpering, he further explained that she would receive these evening thrashings only if she displeased him during the day. So it was solely up to her whether or not they continued.

Once finished Akeem, who was unmoved by her tears, told her she could read until 9pm, then lights out. She could use the latrine if she needed to and that he expected her to be ready for him in the morning.

*

After leaving his trainee Akeem remembered his appointment with Coura. At precisely 8 o'clock he knocked on her door. The tall, wiry lady answered, looked him up and down, smiled wickedly, then turned on her heels so he could follow her undulating, leather clad buttocks into the house.

Exactly one minute later the broad shouldered man was kneeling naked before her. Her black leather blouse crinkled as she looked down at him from her seated throne.

“I'm glad to see your so punctual, slave!”

To be continued.

“Keep those eyes down, boy!” Coura commanded as the wide-bodied man knelt naked before her.

Akeem responded respectfully. “It is my honor to be in your presence, Mistress.”

“It should be, boy!”

The term “boy” verbally debased this broad shouldered man who was the camp's official sex-slave trainer and as degrading as this seems, Akeem actually welcomed this role reversal. Especially appealing was the fact that he could be totally compliant to one of the hottest women he's ever encountered.

Her leather crinkled as the seated authoritative woman crossed one leg over the other. “Spread those thighs, boy!”

Complying without hesitation, he kept his eyes down as she swung her foot toward his swollen manhood.

“You're nothing but a fucking dickhead, aren't you boy!?” She asked with a sneer as she gently nudged the hanging piece of male muscle.

“Yes Mistress,” he replied as she repeatedly swung her foot back and forth, kicking him harder each time she brought it forward.

“Bet you'd like to fuck me with this little dick, wouldn't you boy?”

The repeated assault on his manhood had him groaning for sure, but there was nothing he could do about it since his hands were bound behind his back. Her question only served to debase him further, but he knew better than to sound eager. Searching frantically for the correct words, the man merely replied, “Only if you would allow it Mistress.”

“Such a diplomatic answer boy, but that's not what I want to hear!” She kicked him harder. He groaned louder and tried to bend over. “Kneel up straight, you fucking dickhead!”

“I want to hear boy, that you want to fuck me! Say it!”

Hoping that she'd cease kicking him he answered quickly. “I wanna fuck you Mistress.”

The foot stopped. She smiled lasciviously down at him. “But you know you'll never get that chance, don't you boy!?”

It was a rhetorical question for Akeem has never been allowed that supreme pleasure for the many months that he's been coming to her.

“Do you think I would permit this disgusting piece of shit to enter my cunt?!” With that she kicked him hard directly in the balls. The excruciating pain showed immediately on his face and he crumpled to the floor in a fetal position.

The tall, pretty woman then stood over the whimpering man and cruelly smiled as he groveled before her. She then walked across the room and picked up a bamboo cane. Returning, the slender African lady berated him. “Get on your fucking belly, boy!” With his hands bound, Akeem struggled but accomplished her bidding.

She placed her booted right foot near his face. “Lick my boot, boy!” The bound still-suffering man had little choice as his tongue made contact with the leather toed boot. “That's it boy!” She snarled as she brought the pliant implement down. It sliced into his naked behind with a thud, making him cry out onto the boot.. “Keep licking, boy!” The verbal taunts kept time with the drumming of the cane on his broad backside.

Finally it all stopped as she sat back down, but she wasn't quite done with him. “Get on your fucking knees boy!” Slowly and painfully the freshly caned man returned to his submissive position. “You're here for my pleasure, boy, not yours!”

“Yes Mistress,” he replied softly with a wince.

“Raise your head boy!” She commanded. When he obeyed, he was now looking directly at her bare pussy. “I know you want to fuck that, but not today. You're only going to use your tongue boy! Crawl over here!”

When his face was close to her crotch, she gripped the back of his hair, jammed his mouth forward and scissored his head between her long legs, trapping his face in her powerful thighs. “Lick my pussy, boy!” Akeem had little choice. She gasped when his tongue lapped her labia. “Yes that's it, boy!” She threw her head back and began breathing heavily when his probing tongue touched her clit. It didn't take long until Coura was shrieking her song of joy as her lithe body shook from the exquisite release.

Despite the still searing sting in his rear end, Akeem was elated that he had once again pleased this most desirable woman and he left her with a feeling of satisfaction, although she had denied him his own pleasure. Dreams of her naked body would be dancing in his head indeed.

***

When the alarm clock that Akeem had given her disturbed her slumber at precisely five minutes to six, Peggy instinctively reached out and ceased the offending noise. Trying to return to the wonderful dream she was having, she was jolted out of her reverie by her trainer, who unceremoniously stormed into her tent.

“Get your ass up!”

Peggy blinked and squinted, as she dreadfully recalled his order yesterday about kneeling in front of her tent before he arrived. Hence, the reason for the early setting of the alarm.

“Your tardiness will cost you. Outside now!” He snapped. She wobbled to her feet. “Move!” He said as he slapped her on her bottom, propelling her out the door.

Once Peggy was jarred to attention, his eyes bore into hers and his voice cut through the morning air. “Raise your arms and keep them up there!”

Peggy sensed what was coming, but what could she do? She had indeed noticed the snipers on the roofs of some buildings.

She could feel the gentle breeze cross her bare bottom as Akeem yanked her shorts to her ankles. Her first spanking of the day began with a stiff swat across her ass cheeks with Akeem's strap. The yelp that was forced from her lips interrupted the quietness of the early hour. Left cheek, thwap! Right cheek, thwap!

“Keep those arms up!”

At that moment she reconsidered what she thought about Akeem earlier.

“If you lower your arms, it'll be the whipping post next!”

The steady rhythmic swats made her secretly vow to make sure she was awake tomorrow morning. She knew her bottom must be vividly reddened because she felt like her ass was on fire.

Once her punishment had concluded, Akeem did allow her latrine time, but once again admonished her about any lingering.

Then it was off to Physical Training. After Akeem left his trainee with the well-endowed exercise director, Velda's first question was, “Why are you late?” Peggy stammered for an answer but contritely acknowledged the events of the morning.

“So the bottom line is that you're late because you couldn't drag your lazy ass out of bed!” Velda said disgustedly. The American's face cheeks became as red as her bottom ones. “You know you will be punished again for your tardiness!”

“Oh please, not another spanking!” Peggy beseeched. “I don't think I could take it!”

The big woman's eyes blazed. “You know it's really not up to you! If I want to blister your already red ass, I shall!...However, you were told that punishments can come in many forms.”

Peggy's eyes narrowed.

A devious smirk crossed Velda's face. “Remove your top!” Hesitatingly, the white woman was soon standing bare breasted. “Clasp your hands behind your back!” The dark skinned woman then pulled out a set of shiny five pound balls that were three inches in diameter. Each of them had a metal clasp attached that could be hung from another object. In this case, the object was going to be Peggy's nipple. The wide-eyed woman cringed when Velda pointed the open ended clasp toward the trainee's right nub.

“If you unclasp your hands, you will be dragged to the whipping post!” Velda warned as she looked over her shoulder at Johannes who was watching the proceedings.

Peggy shrieked when she felt the biting grasp and the pull of the weighted ball. Her shrieks doubled when the second weighted ball was suspended by her other nipple.

Velda smiled sadistically. “Time to do some push-ups now. Don't worry, you don't have to do sixty today. Ten will be enough.”

With her nipples being dragged obscenely downward, Peggy painfully assumed the position. Never had doing simple push-ups been so uncomfortable.

“If you're late again, it'll be ten pound balls next time!”

When Akeem came to retrieve his trainee, Velda winked at him. “I don't think she'll be waking up late again.”

Peggy suffered through breakfast and was grateful for the down time Akeem afforded her afterward. Once again the CIA spy took stock of her situation. Even though she detested this abominable state she was in, and if there's any chance of escape she'd certainly take it, she decided that it was best to cooperate with these people.

Then she thought, who's sex-slave was she being trained to be?

Akeem woke her out of her thoughts.

It was time for her scheduled spanking. She wondered if he would have mercy on an already spanked rearend. Wrong. She gritted her teeth and held on as the hard leather paddle made constant contact. Surely they must've heard her screams all over the campus.

When Akeem took her to see Irma, the thoughtful woman provided Peggy with a pillow to sit on. Peggy didn't know if she was really concerned for her sore bottom or if the smug teacher was just trying to rub it in, so to speak.

“Now,” the short white woman with the brown hair piled on her head, said. “Yesterday it was cock-sucking training. I'm sure you remember.”

Peggy's face reddened.

“Today however,” the woman continued as she reached into a bag and pulled out what looked like a replica of a vagina, “it'll be cunt sucking. Have you ever gone down on a woman?”

Peggy blinked her eyes and her jaw dropped. She absolutely couldn't believe the question. Once again she was lost for words. Irma reached for the riding crop.

“NO!” Peggy blurted as she recalled the brutal session with that dreadful implement.

The teacher's eyebrows raised. “You've never sucked a pussy?”

“No ma'am.”

“See, that's the reason for this class. Not only will you be expected to suck a cock on command, you will be expected to do the same with a pussy as well.”

Peggy thought she would be ill. Her instinct was to bolt from the room, but she knew that action would result in another flogging at the least. Feeling debased the woman from Connecticut scowled back silently.

“Now pay attention!” Irma commanded. She held the plastic pussy in her hands and turned it so that her student had an unobstructed view. “You extend your tongue like this and lick around the outer lips.” The woman demonstrated the procedure. Even though the thought of licking a pussy repulsed her, Peggy studied the teacher's technique. “Do it slowly and draw out as much pleasure as possible.” Irma looked at Peggy to make sure of her undivided attention. “Then you lick around the inner lips, like this.” Once again the woman showed how. “Then you find the clit.” Peggy's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe she was actually watching this. “By this time the lady will be writhing in passion.”

The spy had taken classes in hand-to-hand combat, snake bite training, and other techniques but never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd be in a class on how to suck pussy. The thought of going down on a woman was repugnant yet intriguing, but the occasion had never presented itself.

“The class is over for today,” Irma said as she glanced at her watch. “But tomorrow you will be expected to emulate what I did. Then it will be compulsory for you to do it to a live female.”

Peggy swallowed hard. “Yes ma'am.”

***

After lunch Akeem once again led his charge around to the barn. Henry smiled wide when he saw the shapely, barely dressed damsel nearing him.

“I'm sure you can find something for our spy-bitch to do this afternoon,” Akeem said with a leer.

“Oh that won't be difficult to do Akeem. Leave her to me. She'll be just fine.”

Once her trainer had ambled away, Henry got a lascivious grin on his face, which made Peggy a bit nervous. “I hear you had a cock-sucking class yesterday.” It was more a declaration than a question. Nevertheless, it still made the captured American startle suddenly.

She gaped at him silently, lost in thought.

Then an incredibly strong hand grasped her left wrist and looped a piece of rope around it. As she screamed in utter surprise he quickly turned her so that he looped the rope around the other wrist as well. In an instant the loops were pulled up tight and he forced her to follow him, stumbling along as he literally dragged her into a stall inside the barn. The end of the rein was looped through a ring, high up. He tied it off, stepped back and chuckled when she yanked on her bonds which only served to pull them tighter around her wrists.

“What are you doing!?” She asked desperately.

“You need to learn to answer questions, bitch!”

“But...”

“You had your chance, now shut up!” That's when he undid her shorts, yanked them down her legs, balled them up and stuffed them in her mouth, gagging her.

“Mmfff!”

That was her retort when he had brought his meaty right hand down on her already reddened backside. This would be her third spanking of the day. Left cheek, right cheek, up and down he swatted her bouncing globes. Henry paid no attention to her shrieks and didn't stop until she sagged in her bonds with tears flowing down her cheeks.

Finally he ceased and untied her wrists. She fell to her knees in the dirt, suffering from the searing heat emanating from her behind.

“I asked you a question. If I have to repeat it, you'll get another whoopin!” Henry snarled.

“Yes,” Peggy blubbered.

Henry smiled wickedly, casually unzipped his jeans and sat on a haystack. “In that case get your ass over here and show me.”

She gaped at him. She then looked between his legs, swallowed hard, then looked back up.

“Do as your told bitch!”

Wishing to avoid another spanking, she sniffed and crawled forward to him. The indignity reviled her as she looked at the bulge behind his jeans.

Once again her hesitation cost her. Standing up, he unbuckled his belt and yanked his jeans and underwear down, revealing his rock hard cock to her eyes. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he jerked her up between his legs, forced her mouth open and shoved his cock violently into her mouth. She gasped as the fleshy intrusion passed her lips and slammed against the back of her throat. A muffled scream came from her as she gagged.

“You will do as your told here bitch. Don't use your hands, just let my cock slide in and out of your mouth!”

The taste of his manhood along with the smell of horses and manure added to her degradation. Her mouth was being raped and it didn't take much longer before he sprang a leak, shooting gobs of spunk into her mouth a she swallowed and choked.

Once Henry had recovered sufficiently, he pointed toward the coveralls hanging on the hook. “Time to muck out some stalls bitch!”

***

Peggy welcomed the shower during her before dinner break.

After dinner Akeem took her to her tent. “You did better today, but I advise you to pay attention to Irma. You will not graduate to phase two unless you become proficient at going down on a man as well as a woman.”

Peggy's face burned at his pronouncement. “Why is all of this necessary? Whose sex-slave am I being trained to be?”

“That is not for you to know yet. Actually I really don't know anyway, but if I did I would be forbidden to disclose that detail to you.”

He then left her for the night and reminded her about the morning.

“I will not be late rising again Sir.”

To be continued

Akeem smiled broadly while he felt the front of his pants tighten when he approached her tent and saw the scantily clad spy, kneeling submissively in front of it. Impulsively, the pseudo-missionary returned the smile.

“There's hope for you yet,” the dark skinned, broad–shouldered man said as he reached down and softly caressed the side of her face.

Despite this horrendous situation in which she was currently embroiled, she was indeed a natural woman with human feelings. She couldn't help but notice Akeem's hard-on through his pants and suddenly she had a vision of her being thrown to the ground, having her clothes ripped off and being thoroughly fucked.

That reality could indeed occur one day, but not this day. Her pleasure was not the reason she was here and her trainer brought her quickly back to reality by placing the leash and collar on her and leading her immediately to Physical Training.

“Well, “ said Velda with a sarcastic laugh. “Looks like our spy-bitch is finally taking to the program.”

Akeem nodded. “But she still got a ways to go.” He replied with raised eyebrows.

“Looks like that nipple-torture improved her punctuality immensely.”

“It certainly helped. Thank you.”

The strongly built woman then looked at Peggy. “Alright bitch, drop and give me sixty! See you later Akeem.”

An hour later the sweaty, heavy-breathing “missionary” was led to the shower. A hardy breakfast followed and then Akeem led her in the usual manner to see Irma.

The short, dark-haired teacher was seated at her desk in the classroom when she looked directly at the now seated student. “Ready to suck pussy today?” She asked with an obvious edginess to her tone. Peggy really was taken back slightly by the forthrightness of the query. Nevertheless, a quick glance at that menacing riding crop that laid ominously on the teacher's desk hastened her forced reply and negated any adverse reaction. “Or would you prefer another cropping?”

“No ma'am,” Peggy replied resolutely.

“Then I want an answer! Are you ready to suck pussy?”

Red-faced, the native of Connecticut felt some pressure. She surely wasn't looking forward to another bout with that dreaded implement. Swallowing hard, she looked directly into the brown eyes of the questioner. “Yes ma'am.” She said softly.

“Yes ma'am what? What is it that you want to do?” Irma reached for the crop.

“Su...su...suck...suck pussy.”

Irma picked up the crop. “Louder! I couldn't hear you!”

“Suck pussy!” Peggy mouthed in a distinctly clear voice.

The teacher smiled provocatively and pointed to a spot on the floor beside her desk. “On your fucking knees, right there!”

Without verbally replying, the former preacher obeyed the command without hesitation. From this vantage point she could see, to her astonishment, that the instructor was nude from the waist down. An uneasy feeling rose inside Peggy and yet she was unexpectedly aware of the wetness that had formed between her own legs. True she had never ever considered going down on a woman before. Yet, there was little she could do to prevent that inevitable occurrence from happening.

“Surely, you recall yesterday's lesson,” Irma said with a smirk as she swivelled her chair so that her knees pointed toward her kneeling pupil who now had a clear view of the seated woman's crotch.

The befuddled student nodded. “Yes ma'am.”

Irma held the crop firmly. “Good, now get your ass over here!” She ordered as she spread her thighs. Sliding one knee in front of the other, the humiliated, hesitant female was soon facing Irma's wide-open juncture.

“By the way, if you fail to satisfy me, you won't get a cropping.” Peggy felt relieved. But that quickly changed. “It'll be another flogging!”

Peggy's brain stored that overhanging information and sent a message quickly to her mouth as it neared the soft, wet juncture.

“Just repeat yesterday's lesson.”

“Yes ma'am,” Peggy replied as she extended her tongue.

“Yeah, that's it,” Irma cooed. “Slower!” She said suddenly as she whacked the bent-over rump.

“Ow! Yes ma'am!”

“Yeah, that's better.”

Irma's face showed the sensual pleasure she was experiencing from having her labia licked. When the tantalizing tongue circled her inner lips, she grabbed Peggy's brown hair and jammed her mouth against her crotch. “Suck that clit, bitch! ...Oh yes!” She shrieked as her breathing became heavier.

Peggy was slurping and sucking for all she was worth, hoping to please the teacher. That she was. Irma threw her head back, reveling in the exquisite ecstacy until the pleasurable climax consumed her.

Once the satisfied woman returned to normal breathing she looked down at the juice-smeared face of the spy. “You did good for the first time, bitch.”

Peggy felt both satisfaction and debasement. Even though she was pleased that she was able to suck the woman off, the fact that she was coerced made the act seem unseemly.

Just then, the door opened and Peggy clearly heard the voice of her Physical Training Instructor. “How did our spy-bitch do Irma?” She with a partial laugh.

“Actually, she did rather well Velda, for her first time.”

“Glad to hear that. Now she's an experienced cunt-lapper.” Both ladies snickered.

The broad-shouldered PTI then walked over to where Peggy was kneeling and grabbed her by the hair. Peggy yelped at the pain in her scalp, but had no choice but to follow the strong woman across the floor on her knees. Velda slid her khaki shorts down her legs and then her silk panties. She sat in the same chair that Johannes had the other day and forced the face of the kneeling woman into her soft, wet crotch.

Never in her wildest dreams did Peggy ever think she'd be in this position...Her face pushed into another woman's pussy.

“Get that tongue in there, bitch!” The physical instructor gripped Peggy by the hair, keeping her mouth in the desired spot.

At that point Irma decided to join the action. “I think she needs some encouragement,” the white woman said. “Just think Velda, you're the first black woman she's ever sucked off.” She said as she swatted Peggy's protruding posterior. “Suck that cunt, bitch!”

The kneeling woman felt the searing swats from the crop, but her mouth was glued to Velda's pussy, so her verbal reactions were smothered.

By that time Velda was in the throes of ecstacy and her wild shriek signaled a thunderous climax as Irma kept smacking Peggy's bottom.

Finally Velda released her grip on the woman's hair as she slowly returned to normal breathing. She laughed. “Irma, wait until Coura hears about this.”

“Won't she be glad to know we have a new cunt-lapping slave girl,” Irma replied with a leer.

At that point Akeem had returned to retrieve his charge and was glad to hear how successful she was today with her “test.”

That did not mean, however, that Peggy would forego her daily spanking. Her continuous punishment for that missionary ruse was meted out severely by her muscular trainer in the same style as it was on her first day. Only, on this day was it done after her “test” with Irma.

After lunch Akeem led her once again down to the stables. Jack's gap-toothed smile welcomed the comely Connecticut woman. When her trainer had left, the overall covered man ogled her up and down.

“You're too good lookin' to be a preacher, little lady. With a body like that, you're enough to make any man smile.”

Red-faced, Peggy was taken back a bit by this bold talk, but on the other hand she was starting to expect it from this well-seasoned horseman.

“And you know, I will fuck you before long. But you know what? You will asked to be fucked.” His words burned her face. His voice seemed so nonchalant about it, like he was picking out a side of beef at the market.

“But for today, you may suck my big black cock.” When she hesitated, he raised his eyebrows. “Unless you'd rather get another whuppin!”

“No!” She blurted.

“No what?”

“I don't want a whipping.”

“Then tell me what.”

“I want to...to...suck your cock,” she said in almost a whisper.

“I can't HEAR YOU! Say it louder.”

“I want to suck your cock,” the demeaned damsel declared in a distinctly clear voice.

Jack showed his missing teeth again as he smiled broadly. “Atta girl,” the wizened veteran said as he unzipped his breeches. “You know what to do then.”

When Peggy had swallowed his cum, he reached down and softly caressed the side of her cheek. “You're gonna be alright girl. Just keep doin' as I say.”

“Yes sir,” she said as she looked up at him from her knees.

Once again Akeem allowed her some clean-up time after Peggy spent the next hour mucking out stalls.

Then it was time for her scheduled afternoon whipping. The lash, like her morning spanking, didn't show her any mercy. In fact it was the hardest Akeem had whipped her since she'd been there. The coarse tails bit into her body: back, buttocks, breasts, tummy and thighs. She hung limply by her wrists by the time he was done.

Peggy was most grateful for the down time again before dinner. She laid in her tent trying to ease the achiness.

That evening after dinner and after Peggy had recovered sufficiently from that brutal whipping at the hands of her trainer, the same man entered her tent, attached her collar and leash and led her with her wrists bound behind her down a path she hadn't been before. He led her to a large house with vertical columns on each side of a large stoop. He knocked once.

“Come in Akeem,” a female voice that Peggy recognized instantly announced. When her trainer led her into the spacious living room of Coura's house, she was somewhat surprised to see Irma and Velda. Not only them, but she also saw the two men who brought her to this camp, Tom and Johannes. Even Jack was there.

The thick-shouldered man compelled Peggy to kneel in the center of the room with six sets of eyes riveted to her. Ceremonially, Coura looked at Akeem. “Strip her!” Instantly he produced a switchblade and severed the two pieces of cloth from the kneeling woman's body. “You will remain naked at all times from now on during your training!” Coura proclaimed.

“Yes ma'am.”

“She hasn't anything to hide anymore anyway,” Velda added with a sarcastic laugh.

“Yeah,” Jack proclaimed. “I wanna see those tits and that pussy anytime.”

“Me too,” Irma said with a leer.

“Man, I wanted to fuck her the first time I laid eyes on her,” Johannes declared with a serious look.

“Easy now, big guy,” Coura said. “Your time is coming.”

“I wanna fuck the bitch now,” Jack added while he looked down at the now naked spy.

“During the next week, you all will have a chance at her, but for now, I have something else planned,” Coura said.

She then looked directly at the kneeling ex-missionary. “You will graduate to phase two of your training tonight,” the tall, willowy lady said pleasantly with a smile.

“Yes ma'am,” Peggy replied, ambivalent whether this was a good thing or not.

“First off, you must demonstrate how much you've learned this week.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“You are required to suck the cocks and pussies of everyone in the room.”

Peggy swallowed hard as that pronouncement sunk into her brain. “Yes ma'am.”

“You do have a choice though. You may choose a whipping instead. I see Akeem did a wonderful job on your this afternoon,” Coura said with a nod toward her official trainer.

“Thank you Coura.” Akeem answered politely.

“Oh please, I couldn't take another whipping today!” Peggy pleaded.

“I didn't think so,” Coura replied with a smirk.

Peggy remained silent.

“Very well then. Coura pointed toward Johannes. “Walk over to him on your knees and start.”

When Peggy had negotiated the distance and was preparing to wrap her lips around the head of the big man's cock, Coura looked at Irma. “Whip her until he comes!”

Johannes thought he'd gone to heaven when he felt the soft lips of this American spy around his dick. Peggy did find it a bit difficult sucking cock with her wrists bound behind her, but she managed the feat. Down the shaft to his balls she tongued him, drawing loud gasps of pleasure from his lips. This was in concert with the yelps Peggy was making every time she felt the lashes across her back and buttocks.

“Don't take your lips off his cock bitch!” Coura warned.

Peggy sucked faster and the man shuddered as he felt his juices about to explode. Irma eased up with the whip when he looked like he would cum at any moment. Sure enough, he grabbed Peggy by the hair and rammed his hard tool steadily into her orifice.

“That's it, suck that cock bitch!” Velda encouraged. “Swallow all his cum or I'll work you hard tomorrow!”

Johannes shot and Peggy swallowed furiously, not allowing a single drop hit the floor.

Coura smiled at Irma. “Looks like your training paid off. She's a first class cock-sucker!”

Everybody laughed uproariously. “Thank you Coura. I'm glad my remedial coarse was a success.”

“Or maybe they taught her how to suck cocks in spy school,” Velda added with a laugh.

“I'm sure she's experienced,” Irma added.

“You got that right,” Jack winked. “She sucked that cock not like any preacher, I'll tell you that!”

“Okay, Velda, your next,”Coura declared. “Of course you've already experienced what a cunt-lapper she is.”

“Yeah, but I can go for seconds,” she retorted as she pushed her shorts and panties down.

Akeem led Peggy by the leash over to where the P.T. trainer sat. “Go to it bitch!” Coura ordered.

“Ahhyesss!” Velda exclaimed when she felt Peggy's tongue on her labia for the second time that day.

“Jack, whip her until Velda comes!” Coura commanded as she handed the elderly groom the thirteen tailed flogger.

Soon Peggy was shrieking into Velda's cunt as the lashes landed.

The powerfully built black woman was shrieking herself, but for an entirely different reason. The lapping of this American's tongue again and again on her clit drove her to new heights of ecstacy.

Once Velda had gone over the top and flopped down on the sofa to recuperate, Peggy was led to the next cock. Jack was the lucky recipient of the spy's soft mouth. Of course he was more than familiar with her prowess since she'd sucked his cock twice already. This time it was Coura who wielded the whip until the man emptied his spunk down her throat.

Then it was Irma's turn, the brown haired American. Like Velda she'd also experienced Peggy's cunt-lapping ability. This time it was Tom who had the honor of urging the kneeling woman on.

“Suck that cunt, bitch!” Coura urged as Peggy's shrieks and tongue entered Irma's smoldering pussy.

It wasn't long until the brown haired American was in the throes of pleasure, throwing her head back and sighing deeply as her protégée lapped her clit repeatedly.

Peggy's back and buttocks were now crisscrossed with red stripes as she tongued Irma into an earsplitting orgasm. Akeem then led her by her leash over to Tom. He had the biggest dick yet, but the humbled spy soon had the head in her mouth, tonging the big man into heaven. This time it was Velda, who had recovered, who swung the tails that bit into the cock-sucker's back and buttocks. After Peggy licked her way down the shaft to his balls, then back up again, she slowly gathered the entire length into her mouth. She nearly choked when the ten incher touched the back of her throat.

Like the two men who proceeded him, Tom grabbed the kneeling woman by the hair with both hands and began fucking her mouth as his juices were forced out of his balls. Peggy swallowed furiously as he shot his wad, not letting a single drop hit the floor.

Finally Akeem led the still bound Peggy in front of Coura, the long-legged willowy woman who was in charge of this camp. The pretty African lady gazed down smokily at the captured spy.

“I told you the first day here that you'd eat my pussy, bitch!”

Peggy's overly worked jaws felt the discomfort from having gone down on five people, and her back and buttocks were stinging, yet she gathered enough inner strength to verbally acknowledge the regal lady's words.

“Yes Ma'am.”

Coura never took her eyes off the submissive as she pushed her shorts and panties down her legs. She then seated herself and spread her long legs, giving this humiliated woman a clear view of her open orifice.

“Come to me bitch!”

Obediently Peggy closed the short distance and soon had her nose was touching the black woman's pelvic hair. Coura then brought her legs up and wrapped them around the long haired woman's head, forcing her face snug into Coura's crotch, right at the proper spot. Peggy had no choice but to tongue the highly charged woman's labia. The potency of this woman's thighs overpowered the spy-turned-sex-slave.

“C'mon bitch, lick my clit!” Coura shrieked as her breathing became heavier. Peggy was grateful that nobody was whipping her this time as she lapped that sensitive nub over and over.

Coura's body responded just like the others as her orgasm neared, then over the top she went as she threw head back and reveled from the sweet pleasure.

Once Peggy, the pseudo-missionary and captured spy had orally satisfied everyone, Akeem led her back to the center of the room once again. From her knees she watched Coura, while the others looked on in support.

“Congratulations, you have graduated to phase two of your sex-slave training,” Coura announced officially. Peggy didn't know whether to feel elation or dread. “That means, as I informed you on your first day, that your scheduled spankings and whippings will be every other day. Furthermore, since you've had formal remedial training on oral sex, you will be required to ask anyone that you encounter at any time if you may suck their cock of pussy. Failure to do so will mean immediate punishment!”

Coura allowed those words to sink into Peggy's brain, who swallowed hard at the pronouncement. She also silently cursed her employer for not rescuing her from this barbarism

In addition, Coura informed her that her physical training would continue as well as helping Jack in the afternoon. But she would no longer need to report to classroom training. Something else was planned for her during those hours. The lady-in-charge coyly deferred disclosure of the exact nature of that “something else.”.

When Akeem led Peggy back to her tent for the night, there was one more cock she had to satisfy: His. And she did it with gusto, swallowing every drop.

Once her trainer had left her for the night, one thought invaded her brain. She wanted Akeem's cock in her cunt, despite all that was happening to her. As she laid there, she involuntarily spread her legs and with her finger reached for her own clit as images of him ramming his big black cock deep into her, prevailed until she shrieked her own orgasm.

Peggy went to sleep that night with a smile on her face.

Kneeling naked in the required position, Peggy smiled when she sensed Akeem
was approaching her tent. Since that first time when he punished her for not
being in such a state upon his morning arrival, the brown haired native of
Connecticut has never failed to have her hands clasped behind her, her eyes
down with her knees spread. She wondered if he could see her glistening
pussy. This enforced incarceration in this government sanctioned sex-slave
camp was most humiliating for sure, and yet a strange transformation was
occurring. The spankings and whippings, even though they were barbaric, had
aroused an inner, latent fire in her that had been smoldering for years just
under the surface.

She had, indeed dabbled in bdsm before and thought it to be exciting, but
when her boss at the agency gave her this missionary assignment she quickly
forgot about it in order to concentrate her efforts on religious matters.
However, since her pretense had been discovered, she was somewhat relieved
of the burden of carrying out the sham. In fact in a bizarre twist, Peggy
had grown to accept her daily punishments. Should she be shameful by the
fact that she actually was looking forward to feeling the paddle on her
backside or the lash upon her back?  Should she feel depraved by the hope
that someday Akeem would ram his big black manhood deep into her smoldering
cave?

From Akeem’s point-of-view his manhood took a giant leap, seeing the naked
body of this captured spy kneeling submissively just outside her tent. Her
breasts protruded like torpedoes attached to her chest, her neatly trimmed
bush beckoned him, yet he had to negate his natural urge. Coura would flog
his cock for sure if he ever fucked a trainee without permission.

So the muscular trainer purged those prurient thoughts from his mind and
concentrated on his assignment. Quickly cuffing her wrists and attaching the
leash to her collar, he led his charge to physical training.

Velda smiled wide when she saw the naked body of the former missionary and
now experienced cunt-lapper being brought toward her. When Akeem had
departed, the six-foot four, well-built physical instructor leered downward
as she faced this nude white woman, who had so brazenly entered this country
as a religious person. Peggy, with her hands still shackled behind her,
could do nothing to prevent the taller black woman from placing both hands
on her protruding breasts.

“These are so firm, but they’re so vulnerable right at this moment, cunt!”
Velda pronounced just before she slapped the hanging right orb viciously.
Peggy shrieked, but quickly absorbed another slap, this time to the other
breast. The ex-missionary tried to bend forward in an attempt to avoid the
blows, but the stronger woman grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face
upright with her left hand and continued the assault to her sensitive
glands. When a particularly hard slap landed squarely between Peggy’s legs,
Velda released her firm grip on her locks and the slim figured woman ate
dirt, bellowing in pain.

The big woman then placed her big foot down on the fallen woman’s neck,
forcing her face down into the ground.

“You fucking cunt!” Velda berated her.  “From now on, you will be my morning
bitch-slave! You will be mine for an hour to do whatever I want to your
lowly fucking body! You will lick my fucking boots if I say so!”

These words burned Peggy’s ears as she suffered from the shooting pain in
her breasts and cunt.. Velda then gripped a lock of the prone woman’s hair,
yanked her to her knees and dragged the yelping spy toward a big rock. Velda
stripped, sat and compelled the other woman’s face into her wide open cunt.
“Suck me bitch!” Peggy had little choice but to lap that folded, juicy
juncture, sending the big woman into orbital bliss.

When Velda had recovered, she once again took a firm grip on Peggy’s locks.
As the debased, kneeling woman groaned, the big woman spoke. “By the way, if
you don’t satisfy me, I will tie you to that hanging rope that is dangling
from that tree branch and whip you!”

“Yes ma’am!” Peggy replied in a penitent voice.

By the time Akeem came to pick up his trainee, a thoroughly debased
ex-missionary was more than willing to be led to breakfast. After wolfing
down her bacon and eggs, she was allowed a comfort break, before being led
to the make-shift dungeon.

Akeem informed her that since her spankings were now every other day, this
would be her initial one; then not tomorrow and so-on. Since she was already
naked, all she had to do was lie across the familiar spanking horse and take
it. There was nothing to take off and she’d become used-to these paddlings.

She couldn’t understand, though, why Akeem had bound her to the sturdy
wooden implement. He hadn’t done that in a while. She certainly had no
intention of trying to escape. Then he showed her the shiny wooden paddle.
He had always used the leather one before. This menacing looking instrument
was long enough to reach both cheeks with one swat. She felt the cool,
smooth oaken piece touch her rear and tried to steel herself from the
inevitable impact. Nevertheless, the high-pitched wail that was forced from
her lips reverberated around the walls of the room. The non-giving nature of
this hard paddle substantiated the necessity of her bondage, for she
thrashed about violently each time upon impact.

By the time he’d finished, her tears dripped and her posterior sizzled.
Gratefully he’d only do this every other day, she thought and she began
having second thoughts about her craving to be paddled.

Red-assed, Peggy was then led to see Irma. Since her classroom training had
ended, Peggy was no longer compelled to follow Akeem toward the schoolroom.
However, in it’s place Coura had ordered the trainer to take her to a small
study, which had a desk, a computer and two chairs in it. The brown-haired
teacher was seated in one of the black chairs with brown arm rests. She
swiveled around and looked into Peggy’s eyes. “Why aren’t you on your knees
bitch!?” She blared after Akeem had left.

Obeying immediately, Peggy swallowed hard. Then her eyes opened wide when
she saw the riding crop that Irma retrieved from a drawer.

“You need to be taught a lesson, slave!”

“I’m sorry!” Peggy pleaded as she recalled that brutal cropping she’d
received before.

“Too late for sorry, cunt! Lie on your back!”

When Peggy hesitated, Irma’s voice raised an octave. “Do it now or I’ll have
you dragged to the whipping post!!” Peggy thought that might be an
acceptable alternative compared to the awful dread she feared.

When the supine woman next heard, “Spread your legs!” she began to plead.

“Please no...not that!”

Irma snickered sarcastically. “You think I’m going to whip your pussy?” A
tear dripped out of one eye as Peggy contemplated that horrifying thought.
As Irma bent down to chain the woman’s wrists to the legs of the desk, the
naked woman’s mind raced

“Keep those legs spread, slave. If you try to close them, I will whip your
pussy!”

The other American woman then stood over Peggy and extended the narrow head
of the crop toward the lying woman’s left thigh. Then holding the handle
firmly, Irma raised the thin implement slightly and swiftly thwacked the
head downward onto the tender flesh. The squeal that followed was music to
the crop-wielder’s ears. The threat of having her pussy whipped, impelled
the hurting woman to keep her legs wide. Then another thwack and another and
another. Red splotches appeared in a neat row along the wall of her thigh.
Her endurance surprised even Peggy as Irma matched the red marks on the
shrieking woman’s other thigh.

Finally it stopped as Irma looked down at the tearful Peggy. “Think you can
remember to get on your knees before you enter tomorrow?”

For the second time morning Peggy was forced to utter a repentant, “Yes
Ma’am.”

“Good, now get back on your knees! We’re not done yet.”

Suffering, the spy managed to comply. Just then, Johannes entered the small
room and sat in the other chair. Once his presence registered in Peggy’s
brain, she heard Irma once again.

“Crawl over to him and take his cock out of his pants!” Painfully, she put
one knee in front of the other and negotiated the short trip. Conveniently
he spread his thick thighs so she could easily reach for his zipper. In
seconds his big black manhood popped out in all its glory. Her cock-sucking
training paid off as she willingly proceeded to lick him from the head down
the shaft to his balls.

Then Peggy heard some commotion behind her, but since she had her mouth full
of cock she couldn’t look around to see what it was. She could sense that
Irma was directly behind her. The other woman’s hands grasped the kneeling
bent-forward Peggy’s butt-cheeks and spread them apart, revealing her anus.
A bulbous object then touched the entrance to her rear passage.

“Keep sucking that cock bitch!” Irma commanded as she pushed forward slowly
and her strapped-on dildo inched its way into Peggy’s narrow opening. The
captured spy was being double-teamed. She kept slurping on the big black
cock in her mouth as she was slowly being butt-fucked.

Once Irma had pushed the entire ten inches in Peggy’s ass, she started a
rhythmic motion...in and out, in and out. Peggy was wailing and sucking
simultaneously. “You keep getting fucked til he comes bitch and you better
swallow all of his cum!”

Sucking faster, Peggy soon felt Johannes’s jism hit the back of her throat
and she furiously swallowed every drop. But she still wasn’t done. Irma
pulled out but grabbed Peggy by the hair and forced the wailing slave across
the room on her knees and compelled her face to her crotch. “Eat it bitch!”
Once more, the ex-missionary slurped and sucked for all she was worth until
Irma shrieked with joy.

“See you tomorrow,” Irma said pleasingly when Akeem returned to retrieve his
trainee.

After lunch and after he afforded her another comfort break, it was back to
the dungeon for her first of her every-other-day whippings. Since her ass
and inner thighs were both still tender from the morning activities, surely
he’d go easy on her.

Wrong. Peggy shrieked when she felt the tails of the flogger flash fluently
into the middle of her back as she hung suspended by her wrists. Every inch
of her back, buttocks and thighs felt the flames soar. Her cries, however,
were not only from the searing sensations but from her own incendiary urges.
Each time the lashes landed she craved for more; like she was becoming a
pain-slut. The more he whipped her, the more she wanted. Additionally, never
before had she felt the urge to be fucked, and fucked hard.

That was not to be however, as Akeem freed her from her bondage and allowed
the aching woman some time to herself. Peggy, despite the stinging
sensations emanating from her back and buttocks, could not resist the primal
urge that had been evoked. Her finger found her engorged clit.

When Akeem led Peggy to see Henry down at the barn, she was still feeling
the affects of that flogging, but she also felt a lot better about things
thanks to her self-satisfaction. The gray haired black man was leaning
against open door leering at her naked body as she neared him.

“Akeem, it looks like you did a superior job on her earlier,” Henry
complimented.

“Well thank you sir,” the trainer replied with a wide-toothed grin.

“I think the bitch liked it too from what I heard,” Henry added wryly.

Peggy’s face reddened when she heard Akeem’s retort. “Yes we all heard it.
Sound travels well here.”

“Didn’t anyone tell you that getting yourself off is against the rules,”
Henry said calmly as his eyes bore into the woman’s.

“N–No sir,” she stammered.

“Well it is!” Akeem assured.

Temper flared up in Peggy’s eyes. “Oh please!”

That’s when Akeem’s meaty hand reached out and gripped the American woman’s
hair. “How dare you raise your voice to me!”

“Let’s take her in the barn. I think she needs a lesson in manners.” Henry
suggested.

“You’ve got that right Henry!” Akeem agreed as he compelled his trainee
forward by her leash.

The horse trainer threw a long piece of rope over the rafters and brought
both ends down and formed a noose, while Akeem held his struggling spy-bitch
firmly. Quickly they attached the rebellious woman’s wrists inside the loop
and tightened it. In addition, they pulled each leg wide and anchored her
ankles securely. This left the ex-missionary suspended by her wrists so that
her feet were barely touching the ground.

“Now we got her!” Henry boasted.

Memories of that awful day in that underground dungeon filled Peggy’s mind
as she hung there while these two men leered at her vulnerable body.

“Haven’t you fucked this bitch yet Akeem?” Henry asked as he reached out and
pinched a nipple.

“Oh Henry, you don’t know how bad I want to fuck the bitch!...But you know,
Coura would cut off my cock if I did.”

Henry’s smile widened as he looked at his friend. “But...she could suck your
cock though. That ain’t against the rules.”

Akeem’s teeth showed. “Yes she could.”

“But first, she needs to be punished for getting herself off without
permission,” Henry added.

Akeem then looked directly at the red-faced Peggy. “You were told that you
could be punished at anytime for any infraction!”

She hung there silently.

“You know Akeem,” Henry said with raised eyebrows. “It is said that the
punishment should fit the crime and that if an offense is committed with a
certain part of the body, then that part should be cut off.”

The broad-shouldered trainer grinned. “Well, we won’t cut this part off, but
it definitely should be punished.”

“Right!”

Henry then strolled over to one of the horse stalls and picked out a long
thin riding crop.

“Oh yeah!” Akeem urged. “Irma tells me that Peggy has become quite
acquainted with that implement.”

“No! Please no!” Peggy pleaded.

“You have no say in the matter, cunt!” Akeem said as he reached out and
pinched a nipple.

“Think we should gag her?” Henry asked while he stood directly in front of
the suspended form of the spy-bitch.

“Nah, let her scream as loud as she wants. I’m sure the others will enjoy
listening to her wailing.”

“I’‘ve got an idea though,” Akeem continued. “The chief told me about how
much she enjoyed having these put on her,” he said as he dropped a bag of
clothespins on a small table beside him..

“Ah Akeem, I like the way you think sir,” Henry said enthusiastically.
“Let’s decorate her first.”

The two men took turns placing the ever-pinching devices on the clear canvas
so to speak, until there were thirty clothespins hanging on Peggy’s front.
She writhed and whimpered while they ogled her as she hung there in agony.

Henry then boldly reached between her legs. His smile increased as he
removed his fingers from her cunt. “Akeem my friend, I think she likes
this.” he said as he held up his glistening fingers that were smeared with
her pussy juice.

“Well, well, let’s see how much she likes the next part.”

Firmly gripping the black handle of the crop, Henry stood directly in front
of her and swung the narrow head upward, barely touching it to his intended
target. He held it steady. He waited. The constant ache from the clothespins
showed in her eyes as well as a desperate pleading. He waited somemore,
antagonizing her. Tears began to show.  Then he drew back his hand and
snapped his wrist. The narrow head of the crop thwaped her wide-open pussy
hard, which caused Peggy to throw back her head and emit a devastating wail
that surely could be heard throughout the camp.

“One more time,” Akeem urged his friend.

The second blow to her most intimate place left Peggy hanging limply by her
wrists with her disheveled brown hair matted to her forehead. If it hadn’t
been for the chains holding her up, she would have collapsed to the ground
for sure.

That evening, Peggy missed her dinner. Akeem had to carry her fireman style
back to her tent. It would be a long restless night for the spy-bitch, who
wondered how much more of this she could stand.

He would see her in the morning.

The next morning while Peggy laid in her tent just before it was time for
her alarm to go off, she thought about her situation. Still aching from that
particularly brutal day yesterday, something gnawed at her insides.

Whose sex-slave was she being trained to be? A sultan or sheik? Some filthy
rich businessman?

Also, what is Akeem? Besides being her official trainer, what was his status
here? Was he Coura’s personal slave? The biggest question though, is why
hadn’t he showed the slightest interest in her sexually? Recalling when
Henry asked him if he’d fucked me yet and what his strange reaction was, she
thought it to be rather strange. Obviously, Akeem is indeed under Coura’s
control, but how much?

Hearing the annoying alarm, Peggy dragged herself toward the shower. The hot
water soothed her aches enough, so by the time Akeem arrived she was mostly
awake and ready.

Ready for what though? More training on how to be somebody’s sex-slave? This
was a far cry from the real reason she was sent to this country.
Furthermore, she wondered who the hell the asshole in Washington was that
sent that email outing her? She gritted her teeth. Somebody’s balls would
pay for getting her into this mess.

The sight of his naked trainee  kneeling submissively, waiting for whatever
was planned for her– like she really had a choice– always made Akeem happy.
He wondered if she’d noticed his hard-on that was extending the front of his
kacki shorts. It took every ounce of restraint for him to obey Coura’s
strict order. Furthermore, he could tell by the wanton look in her eyes that
Peggy wanted him as well... Maybe one day, soon!

Understandably, the muscular well-spoken African man had sensed her aversion
to the idea of becoming someone’s sex-slave, yet he also sensed that she was
becoming more accustomed to the ways of this training camp.

With her eyes affixed downward, Peggy smiled when she felt his hand caress
the side of her face. Being in this position, however, she was able to see
his crotch and could detect a definite bulge pushing out the front of his
shorts. The fact that he was a black man made this even more intriguing.
Even though all of her previous lovers were Caucasian, the thought of being
fucked by this hunk-of-a-man made the crotch of her panties wet.

“Peggy, you will graduate tonight to phase three.” Akeem said softly as if
he were talking to a teenage daughter about some sensitive subject.

Just what she wanted to hear, she thought sarcastically to herself.
Actually, there were only two things she cared about: one, that she was
going to be freed from this hell-hole; Two, that he was going to fuck her.
What he actually said will just enable his captors to use and abuse her body
even more, she thought disgustedly.

The strongly built trainer tilted her face upward and looked seriously into
her brown eyes.  “You’ve been through a lot so far, and the idea of becoming
someone’s sex-slave probably is extremely repugnant to you.”

“It makes want to puke,” she replied thinking she could be punished for
answering so boldly, but at this point she really didn’t give a rat’s ass.
What more could they possibly do to her?

“That’s understandable,” he replied in his slight British accent. “But you
know,” he continued sternly  “we could have had you executed.”

Peggy raised her eyebrows.“Executed? Me? A Woman?” She asked firmly.

“Yes we believe in capital punishment here for certain crimes...and
espionage is one of them. The fact that you’re a woman is irrelevant.” When
she opened her mouth again, he cut her off. “The alternative is that we
could have been sent you to prison for a long time, and let me tell you
something. If you think this camp is tough, this is a country club compared
to the women’s jail! They’d love a fresh piece of ass in there... especially
a white one!”

Peggy swallowed hard for she perceived the veracity of his words. Even in
this horrendous situation in which she found herself , there was something
comforting and reassuring in his voice. Furthermore, the thought of being
gang-raped by a hardened group of women didn’t set too well either.

Akeem continued pleasantly but forthrightly. “Furthermore, there will be an
end to your stay here. We don’t keep people forever.” Her eyes were riveted
to his.  Then his voice rose an octave. “You, however, could be kept in
prison for twenty years!... Get my drift?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied as the image of herself being butt-fucked every day
for twenty years hovered in her brain.

“Now let’s go, I’m sure Velda’s waiting.” The thought of the big woman
suddenly didn’t seem so repugnant to Peggy and she looked up at Akeem with
considerably more respect.

The lady who was in charge of the physical training smiled slyly, when she
saw her prized pupil approaching in the usual manner and waited patiently as
Akeem freed the trainee’s wrists and removed the leash.

Once the ladies were alone, the tall dark skinned African lady reached
inside a paper bag. When she pulled out a brightly colored clothespin, Peggy
gasped aloud. She immediately recalled the day when she was arrested and
that police chief put them on her breasts and between her legs as well.

“I believe you’re quite familiar with these nasty little devices, bitch!”
Velda said with a villainess tone as she sneered at the captured spy.

Peggy swallowed hard. “Yes...Ma’am.”

“I wonder how many I can get on these big tits of yours?”

The kneeling woman’s face reddened, but she kept silent.

“Of course,” Velda said with a snicker, “you will be required to perform
your usual one hundred push-ups, but with these little beauties attached.”

The CIA agent had to fight the urge to rise and put her martial arts
training to use, but thought better of it when her peripheral vision caught
a glimpse of a sniper watching the proceedings from a rooftop– not the time
for any insurrection.

Watching the muscular woman hold open the plastic pin, Peggy cringed, but
breathed inward sharply when she felt the unrelenting pressure on the fleshy
part of her right breast. That occurrence repeated itself, one at a time,
until the muscular woman had placed sixteen clothespins on each of the
writhing woman’s breasts. The ones on her overly sensitive nipples hurt the
worst, since the sadistic bitch purposely teased those sensitive buds to
hardness before applying the squeezing devices.

Peggy wasn’t sure which hurt worst; the unrelenting pressure on her nips or
the demeaning verbal taunts( “fucking spy-bitch and cunt-lapper”).
Surprisingly, however, Peggy’s determination allowed her to withstand this
most uncomfortable exercise. To add to her pupil’s misery the vicious vixen
whipped Peggy’s butt-cheeks, left and right, with a thick leather strap each
time the trainee reached the highest point of the push-ups. Of course, Velda
took pleasure hearing the kneeling woman shriek thirty-two times when she
removed the caustic devices one at a time.

Then to add to Peggy’s degradation, the overpowering overseer forcefully
jammed the face of the exhausted spy to her crotch in order to perform her
obligatory, oral duty.

*

After a breakfast that included more lewd comments from the food servers,
Akeem once again led Peggy to see Irma. Kneeling submissively once her
trainer had left, Peggy waited patiently as the short, slightly paunchy
brunette finished reading some papers on her desk with her back towards the
spy-bitch. Swiveling about, the well endowed white woman, who was dressed in
a tight button down white blouse and black mini-skirt, that revealed her
well-developed thighs and calves, peered down at the attentive sex-slave
trainee.

Peggy gasped when she saw the woman pick up her riding crop. Irma snickered
derisively. “Heard you got your pussy whipped yesterday, bitch!”

Peggy’s face reddened. The whole camp must have overheard her wails, she
thought. All of that because she got herself off. Damn!

“Open those thighs!” Irma commanded as she thwapped the kneeling woman on
the hip. The pseudo-missionary really wanted to kick this bitch’s ass, but
complied with the lurid order. “Wider!”Peggy, fearing another thwap,
complied without hesitation.

Irma’s gaze lingered intently on the kneeling woman’s crotch, then traveled
slowly up her naked body to her eyes.. “You need a trim down there,” Irma
said as a matter of fact. Peggy frowned.  “Most of our clients prefer neatly
manicured pussies. At this point we don’t know who your owner will be, but
you are much too hairy.”

Peggy felt embittered at that pronouncement, but replied between clenched
teeth with a resolute, “Yes Ma’am.”

“We will provide you with a razor that you may use in the shower. So I
expect your pussy to be neatly trimmed by tomorrow.” Irma emphasized her
point by touching the handle of the crop.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now,” the seated American continued. “You have become quite proficient at
sucking cocks and pussies, which is a plus,” the brown haired woman said
with a deviant smile. “But there are other things that a good sex-slave must
know.”

Peggy frowned. The term “sex-slave” repulsed her but she listened
attentively.

“If you are told to display, that means: On your knees, thighs spread wide,
your hands resting on the floor behind you and your back arched. That gives
anyone total access to any part of your body.”

Irma allowed a few minutes for that disclosure to sink in. Peggy couldn’t
believe she was actually hearing this and she once again cursed her Agency
under her breath.  Espionage was one thing, but this was something entirely
foreign to her.

“Now, let’s see you do it.”Feeling absolutely degraded ,the discomfitted spy
complied but with obvious distaste, showing off her most intimate part to
this sadistic bitch.“Very good slave, but you must shave that pussy.
Otherwise, you are quite lovely. You should bring a hefty sum.”

That thought revolted Peggy to the point of wanting to rise and run. The
words “hefty sum” hit her like a ton of bricks. This was the first time that
she realized that she was going to be sold to someone! “Those fucking
assholes!” she thought as her mind wandered toward the heads of the Agency.
The thought of being someone’s sex-slave repulsed her for sure, but the fact
she was going to be sold like a piece of cattle, reviled her to the point
that she revengefully thought about the balls of her boss in a vise.

“And,” Irma continued bringing Peggy out of her outrage. “If you are told
‘to present’, that means to bend forward from your knees, reach back through
your legs and spread your butt cheeks wide.” When Peggy saw the other woman
waving the menacing implement around, she quickly assented to that order as
well. Yelping as Irma whacked her on the butt for her hesitancy,  Peggy felt
utter indignation at being coerced into revealing her asshole to this
perverted bitch.

Then ordering her slave back to her knees, Irma continued. “However, the
most important thing, is that your body be available to anyone at anytime.
Hence, that is why we have that requirement here.” The dominant woman
emphasized her point by once again running her eyes all over Peggy’s body.
“Your body is to be used.” Irma said as if she were talking about toilet
paper. “Man or woman, it doesn’t matter.” The term “used” made Peggy want to
gag. Feeling degraded and trapped she, once again, had to fight the
impulsive urge to bolt from the room.

Irma’s brown eyes seemed to be riveted to Peggy’s. “Do you understand?”

Peggy swallowed hard. “Yes Ma’am.”

Then spreading her muscular thighs, which revealed that she wasn’t wearing
panties, the dominant woman leered at a disgusted but submissive Peggy. For
the second time that morning, the spy’s mouth would intimately come in
contact with another woman’s pussy.

*

After sucking and slurping Irma into wonderful bliss, Peggy was allowed  a
much needed comfort break. During that time she thought maybe they’d go easy
on for her the rest of the day. Her muscles still ached from that
particularly punishing workout Velda had put her through. Plus, she knew she
wasn’t scheduled to be spanked today.

She was surprised, however, when Akeem led her into the building that house
the dungeon. The broad-shouldered trainer pointed to a spot on the floor and
ordered her to lie on her back. Looking up at him, Peggy then spread her
legs wide, thinking that just maybe her trainer would fulfill one of her
wishes. When he placed a metal spreader bar between her ankles, preventing
her from closing her legs, she was encouraged even further.

With her pussy shamelessly on display, Peggy watched as Akeem walked out of
sight for a moment. She frowned when he returned holding a four-foot leather
leash. It had two separate ends with an equal amount of metal clamps
protruding in opposite directions at the bottom. Her eyebrows raised when he
knelt between her splayed legs. Peggy cringed when she felt him touch her
right pussy lip with his thumb and forefinger, for she sensed what was
coming. She wasn’t going to be fucked.

“Peggy,” Akeem said, “what I’m about to do will hurt, but you must be
properly trained to take anything a prospective owner might require of you.”

The supine white woman screamed aloud when her trainer attached one of the
clamps on the highly sensitive piece of flesh. Instinctively she wanted to
close her legs. Prevented from doing so, she thrashed around on the floor,
but Akeem held her down.

“Breathe inward sharply, then let it out slowly” he said instructively as he
looked into her pain-filled eyes. Peggy, who had never felt such discomfort
her life, willingly obeyed. With tears in her eyes, she calmed down a bit.

“One more time, but breathe immediately when I put them on. It’s imperative
Peggy that you learn to take these!”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered teary-eyed.

She then shrieked anew and writhed wildly about as her strong trainer held
her down. The shooting pain was nearly intolerable, but she absorbed it with
an inner strength she didn’t know she had. Akeem let the constant biting of
her tender flesh continue for a minute. She might have been better off with
another paddling, she debated with herself. Despairingly, there was no way
she’d ever get used to these dastardly devices, she thought.

Of course she shrieked again when the nasty implements were removed,
whimpering like a puppy who got her first shots.

*

After lunch Peggy had an unaccustomed easy afternoon. Since she was not due
a scheduled whipping today, Akeem allowed her to rest, which she gratefully
accepted.

Even Henry went easy on her. He didn’t work her very hard in the barn that
day, and for the first time in a long time she was not required to suck his
cock.

*

Feeling refreshed, Peggy was actually smiling when later that evening her
trainer led her toward the lady-in-charge’s residence. Feeling ambivalent
about this “graduation”, the native of Connecticut was surely relieved to
know she would only be spanked and whipped once a week, but what was in
store for her now, she wondered.

Upon entering the slender, attractive African lady’s house, Peggy saw the
authoritative woman seated in a black leather chair along the far wall
toward the center. All of Coura’s associates, Velda, Irma, Henry and
Johannes, were seated around the room. Akeem led his charge to the center of
the vast livingroom and placed her on her knees, before taking a seat behind
his trainee near the door. Another thing, they were all naked accept the
trainer.

Coura spoke as she looked down at Peggy who was in her required position,
knees parted, eyes down, palms on the floor behind her. “Slave, you have
done well so far.” Peggy’s response of “Yes Ma’am” was a far cry from the
cantankerous reply she gave this lady in that first meeting. Besides, the
American recalled Akeem’s admonishment, not to fuck with Coura.

The lady of the house continued. “By the recommendation from Akeem as well
as your assistant trainers, I have decided that you shall enter phase three
of your training. That means as you know, spankings  and whippings are once
a week.” Peggy obediently kept her eyes down, but replied, “Yes Ma’am,” in a
respectful tone. “You still will, however, be required to keep up with your
physical training,” she said as she looked over at a beaming Velda, whose
eyes were affixed on Peggy’s yawning cavern. “Fitness is most essential.”
Another “Yes Ma’am” followed.

“Not only that, to prepare you for what will come after you leave here, from
this night forward, your body will be used as a pleasure toy by anyone in
the camp.” Those words burned Peggy’s face. “If one of our outside workers
wants you to suck his cock in the middle of the street, you will! If one of
the cooks in the dining hall wants to fuck you, you will let him.”  Only the
thought of being dragged to the whipping post prevented any verbal objection
by a most indignant Peggy. “After all,” Coura declared in a raised voice. “A
sex-slave is basically a toy, to be used as her Master or Mistress sees
fit.”

This vile tirade filled the normally loquacious lady with anger and fear,
but she remained silent, looking daggers into the floor.

“Remember,” Coura went on, “the alternative to being made someone’s
sex-slave, is either a long imprisonment or death.” Seemingly reading
Peggy’s mind, Coura reached downward and grabbed a hank of the kneeling
woman’s hair and yanked her face upward.  “Listen bitch! It was you, who
entered this country under the false pretense of being a missionary. So
don’t act as if you’re being persecuted!”

Peggy gritted her teeth, but had no reply other than, “Yes Ma’am.”

“Very well then, let us begin your ‘graduation’ ceremony.”

Without giving the naked spy woman a chance to respond, Coura spoke quickly
and pointed to the specially made bench sitting to her left. The smooth,
wooden implement resembled a carpenter’s saw-bench, and stood about three
feet high. Conveniently built-in was a raised, padded plank. It’s purpose
was rather obvious. To the front and rear of the contraption, leather
restraints were screwed into each side near the bottom.

Akeem then led Peggy on her knees by the leash over to the device. He then
proceeded to chain her, butt high, to the bench, so that her arms and legs
were both pointed downward at a thirty degree angle both front and back and
immobilized.

Irma and Velda were laughing at Henry, who was making lewd remarks about
Peggy’s position. “Looks like her best side is up,” and, “She’s nuttin’ but
a good piece a ass.”

In her now bent over position an extremely indignant spy was once again
cursing her bosses at the Agency, as well as thinking about what Akeem had
said about being abused at the women’s prison. What the fuck did he think
this was? In this position she was either going to be spanked or fucked.
Since this was not one of her “spanking days”, Peggy knew it would be the
latter.

Snickering at Henry’s remarks, Coura then urged her cohorts on. “Who wants
to go first?”

Velda stood up and said in her clear African accent as she stepped forward.
“Give me that strap-on! I’ve wanted to fuck this bitch since I first saw
her.” The tall, muscular physical trainer, who didn’t seem to have an ounce
of fat on her, donned the belt as her 36C’s with smooth areolas and pointed
nipples swayed and bounced.

“Give it to her!” Irma encouraged with a sadistic smile.

Eying the bound spy-bitch as she circled the stationary bench, Velda stopped
at Peggy’s downward pointing head. Reaching down and gathering a hank of the
chained woman’s brown locks, she forced her face upward and pointed the head
of the hard dildo toward her lips. The words, “Suck my cock bitch,” burned
Peggy’s inner self as she felt the intruder press insistently inward. “Henry
says you’re a great cocksucker. Don’t make a liar out of him,” she said with
a chuckle.

“Do yourself a favor, cunt! Lubricate that cock with your saliva,” Irma
spewed caustically.

By now, Velda was fucking Peggy’s stretched mouth repeatedly, using the
suckee’s hair for leverage. Then without warning the tall, muscular black
woman pulled out. A minute later Peggy felt a pair of strong hands part her
nether globes, exposing her puckered anus to the world.. A smooth, bulbous
object was pushed against the opening.

“Bet they never taught you about this in spy school, did they, cunt!?” Coura
taunted, as the bent over woman yelped when she felt the head of Velda’s
cock penetrate her ass.

“Yeah,” Irma added with a sneer. “Whoever talked you into the idea of a
missionary, didn’t warn you about the possibility of taking a butt-fucking
for your trouble!”

The invading intruder inched it’s way slowly but steadily and parted the
walls of Peggy’s asshole, as the fuckee shrieked in pain. “Hold still,
bitch!” Velda admonished as she pushed in to the hilt as the jack-knifed
female began thrashing around and yanking on her chains. Peggy thought she
was being split in two, as the relentless Velda began fucking her ass with
short purposeful strokes.

“Take that cock you fucking slut!” Henry needled from his position.

Tears ran down the suffering sex-slave-to be’s face. The big black woman was
rocking her pelvis now, drilling the wailing white woman’s asshole. The pain
was so intense that after a particularly hard thrust, the fake lady preacher
passed out.

Johannes quickly stepped forward with some smelling salts. “She’s not
getting out of this that easily,” said Coura cruelly as Peggy’s eyes popped
open.

“What a fucking wus!” Velda complained disgustedly and withdrew the dildo
from Peggy’s ass.

“Wonder if she had a virgin ass?” wondered Velda. “She felt really tight.”

“Nope!” Irma answered assuredly. Coura shot her a meaningful glare, but
quickly looked back down at a newly revived Peggy.

Breathing heavily and swooning in her pleasurable aftermath, Velda staggered
toward the couch and flopped down on her back.

Deeply humiliated and agonizingly aching, Peggy was relieved that the
vicious vamp had finally pulled out, but then she heard Coura’s voice.
“Next!”

“No please no, no more!” Peggy begged tearfully.

“You have nothing to say about it, cunt!” Coura said with a sneer as she
reached out and pinched one of the jack-knifed slave’s nipples.

“Guess our spy-bitch doesn’t like getting butt-fucked! She shoulda thought
about that before she snuck in here posing as a fucking missionary!” Irma
uttered with a snarl. “Velda, let me have that strap-on!”

“Go to it Irma, fuck the bitch good!” Johannes urged.

“Listen Irma,” the wizened veteran Henry boasted, “this bitch sucks my cock
every day, except today. That’s because I’m gonna put it up her ass
tonight!”

The thought of being gang raped made Peggy think that she would be no better
here than if she were in that women’s prison Akeem warned her about.

That’s when once again she felt the hard bulbous head forge its way into her
already violated ass. “Just like the first time, cunt!” Irma bragged. “Your
asshole is still too tight, although I’m glad Velda opened it a little.”

Coura once again shot Irma a glare. “What do you mean, ‘just like the first
time’?”

“That time in the classroom, when she sucked Johannes’s cock. I fucked her
in the ass while she was sucking him.”

“I see,” Coura replied evenly, who then looked back at the spy who now had
her ass full of cock.

Peggy felt like a cheap whore whose body was being used and abused, as
Irma’s ten inch dildo relentlessly went in and out. She was grateful in a
way for the way Velda had widened her ass so she could take another fucking.
She even stayed conscious enough to hear Irma’s satisfied shriek.

As Irma pulled out,  Henry jumped up and went directly toward Peggy’s head.
Like Velda he yanked her head up by the hair. “Lubricate my cock, bitch! You
know how do it!” Soon the jack-knifed brown haired caucasian woman was
sucking the black man’s cock with which she’d become so familiar during her
incarceration. “That’s my girl!” Henry encouraged sarcastically as he
withdrew his rigid tool from her wide mouth.

Assuming the position behind Peggy’s bent over posterior, he parted her
bottom cheeks. “I’ve too wanted to butt-fuck this bitch since she got here,
but I knew this day was coming!” The forty-something African man boasted as
he pointed his hard cock toward the exposed hole. She gasped when he entered
her. He grunted. Slowly, but steadily, he pushed forward, aided dually by
Peggy’s own saliva juices and by Velda’s powerful way in which she reamed
Peggy’s ass.

Then, in-and-out, in-and-out, Henry fucked her ass as he reached down and
held onto her hair.

Gasps and cries of anguish were mixed with sighs and moans of pleasure as
Irma and Velda were now engaged in a strange looking sixty-nine, with the
tall, powerful physical trainer’s face buried in the shorter woman’s crotch,
while she had her legs wrapped around the other woman’s face.

It wasn’t long before Henry called out wildly and bucked his hips forward
repeatedly as he buried his seed deep in Peggy’s ass. The older man was
breathing heavily as he pulled out and reeled over to a chair, not paying
any attention to the crotch-to-crotch action taking place on the couch.

Coura then smiled wickedly at Johannes. She knew first hand how good a
cocksman he is. The piece of manhood hanging between his legs was enough to
keep a woman satisfied for a long time. She even felt envious of Peggy,
although the woman-in-charge never experienced that dick up her ass. It
certainly had visited her cunt enough though.

From Peggy’s standpoint she certainly recalled how much her mouth hurt after
sucking Johannes’ enormous cock that day in Irma’s classroom. To have it
jammed up her ass was something she didn’t know if she could withstand. His
was the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

Peggy’s shrieks filled the room as the impending intruder invaded, pushing
past her sphincter muscles. Johannes was so turned on by this entire scene
that it didn’t take long for him to shoot into her. The intense pain was
more than Peggy could take and mercifully alleviating blackness overtook
her.

When she awoke, Peggy felt herself being carried over a broad shoulder. The
cool breeze of the night air helped her regain her senses. Akeem then laid
her down inside her tent. “You took a lot tonight, sleep well.”

Leaving his charge by herself,  the short broad-shouldered dark skinned man
began walking back to Coura’s house. The night was not over for him.