Reading Time: 16minutes 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.
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.”
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.
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