Reading Time: 10minutes “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!”
“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.
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