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.
