Reading Time: 12minutes 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.
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.
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