The Missionary

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.