Coura, the Headmistress of this
camp that teaches young women, and some men,
how to be acceptable sex-slaves to their clients around the world, smiled
smugly now that a potential slave-to-be had successfully completed her
“graduation” into phase three. Peggy had taken her group butt-fucking rather
well. Sure she passed out a few times, but once she gets used to having
cocks shoved up her ass, she’ll be fine.
Tomorrow, the spy-bitch, who entered this African country under false
pretenses will begin another phase of rigid education on the ins-and
outs of
being a well-accomplished sex-slave. The more polished they can make her the
more desirable she will become, and therefore, more valuable. Coura had
indeed received emails from several promising prospects, inquiring about any
current candidates. With that in mind, it was imperative that Peggy’s
training continue in a most efficient manner.
Sitting in her black leather chair, now that Akeem
had carried his charge,
fireman’s style out the front door and back to her tent, the still naked
lady-in-charge looked over at also still nude Velda
and Irma. Her two allies
had just completed a torrid sixty-nine, and were now seated with arms around
each other on the leather couch. The contrast between the two assistant
trainers couldn’t be more striking( one tall, muscular
and dark, the other
short, slightly plump and white), which made the pretty, slender-faced
mistress snicker.
The smile on her face, however, slowly transformed into a
blazing glare. She
interrupted the couple’s romantic bliss with a loud, “Irma!” Groggily, the
caucasian woman lifted her
head from Velda’s dark neck and looked over at
her superior with a quizzical expression. Pointing to a spot on the rug in
front of her chair, Coura snarled, “Get on your fucking
knees!” Even Velda
heard the crack in that authoritative voice, and immediately removed her
arms from around the shorter woman’s neck. Red-faced, Irma looked stunned
back at the seething woman’s blazing brown eyes.
“Right fucking now!”
It took two seconds for a confused Irma to place her short, paunchy body in
the desired position. Her bodacious bare breasts(38d’s)
with the aureoles
that resembled half-dollars and nipples that looked like pencil erasers,
rose and fell involuntarily as she looked up at her boss, who was obviously
steamed about something.
The tirade started immediately as the dark-skinned woman’s eyes narrowed.
“Who the fuck gave you permission to butt-fuck the trainee before tonight?”
“Well, I didn’t know we had to ask?” came the reply
accompanied by a nervous
laugh. Coura, however, didn’t join in the levity.
Instead, she purposefully
rose from her seat. With her left hand the towering lady reached out and
grabbed a handful of the kneeling woman’s brown locks. Irma yelped sharply
from the sudden, smarting ache in her scalp, as her superior then drew back
her right arm and slapped her hard across the face, snapping her head to the
side. An immediate backhander burned the other side of her face.
“You fucking cunt! I gave strict orders that she
wasn’t to be butt-fucked
until tonight!”
Irma’s whole demeanor changed quickly. “I’m sorry Ma’am,” she blurted out as
she cringed from the shooting pain in her scalp. The red-faced assistant
trainer’s mea culpa, however, didn’t deter Coura from
her scolding.
“You do not take it upon yourself to circumvent any directive I give!... You
didn’t think you had to ask!?”Coura mocked. Another
forehanded slap
accentuated the point.
“I’m sorry Ma’am!” Irma blurted out.
Then finally releasing the strong hold on Irma’s tresses, Coura
looked over
at Johannes. “Cuff this bitch to the horse!”
Irma’s brown eyes widened as she beseeched her boss. “Oh please no!” She
screamed as the strong African man grabbed her by the hair and literally
dragged her across the floor. She was still begging when Johannes forced her
wrists and ankles into the cuffs.
Velda was in a quandary. She had warm feelings toward
her colleague, yet she
most assuredly respected Coura. Besides, if Irma
broke the rules, she
deserves to be punished. When she saw the pasty white buttocks pointing
toward the ceiling, the strongly built physical trainer’s face creased
haughtily.
“Velda!” Coura
called out. The seated respondent’s eyes met her boss’s. “Go
downstairs to my dungeon and bring me the wide, wooden paddle.”
A few minutes later the ordered implement was handed to the dominant
taskmistress. With a determined squint, Coura walked
over to her bound,
motionless underling. Then standing slightly to the left of the wide rounded
rump, she held the handle of the shiny, wooden piece tightly and raised her
arm. With a speeding downward motion, the naked black woman’s smallish
breasts jiggled as she made a sharp smack onto the waiting posterior, which
depressed at the point of impact.
Irma yelped, but before she closed her mouth another smack landed. Then
another and another; she was in complete agony. Left cheek, right cheek, up,
down and in the middle, a steady stream of blows landed. The short, plump,
fat-assed lady of thirty yanked on her wrists and wailed, as her butt-cheeks
were burning brighter after each swat.
Not letting up until Irma’s entire bottom glowed red, Coura’s breasts heaved
as her breath came in short spurts.
A suffering Irma thought, gratefully, that her chastisement was finally
over.
Winded, the lady of the house handed the paddle to Velda,
who accepted it
willingly, thinking she would take it back down to the dungeon. That was not
the case, however.
“Spank her some more,” Coura ordered breathlessly.
Even Velda widened her
eyes at the sadistic nature of the proclamation, but she didn’t dare
challenge her superior’s judgement. Although she was loathe to spank her
friend, going against Coura’s wishes would be a
dreadful mistake.
The tall, muscular African woman soon stood next to the upturned buttocks of
her colleague. In a nanosecond, she brought the unyielding, wide paddle down
hard, blistering Irma’s plump rear end with rapid, forceful swats that had
the bound spankee wailing aloud. If anything Velda was hitting harder than
Coura.
Finally Irma’s brutal spanking ceased, but the lady superior wasn’t quite
through with her underling’s punishment. She looked over at Johannes with a
haughty scowl. Pointing at the still bound white woman, she ordered.
“Butt-fuck her!”
The tall, muscular African man smiled sadistically, then
gazed over at the
bare, caucasian form before him. Her now reddened
buttocks beckoned him.
Still whimpering, she blubbered a loud, incoherent
protest when she felt his
strong hands part her nether globes.
“No please no!” she cried out when she felt the lubrication grease up her
anus.
“Shut up, cunt! Take that cock up your ass!” Coura said with a sneer.
“Yeah, let’s see if she can take what she gave,” Velda
joined in.
At that point Johannes slipped the smooth head of his long, black cock into
the tight opening. Then slowly he inched his phallus in. “You’re gonna
fucking break me in half!” Irma shrieked in a high pitch wail.
“That’s it Johannes, fuck the bitch good!” Coura encouraged. The big man did
just that as he reached for the fuckee’s brown hair
and used it for leverage
as he took her violently. The extended, shooting pain was too much for Irma,
however. She passed out.
“This bitch is not getting out of it that easy. Velda,
get the smelling
salts!” Coura ordered.
Reawakened, the American’s butt-fucking continued. She shrieked anew as the
big cock plundered it’s way in and out of her tight
ass.
“She acts like she’s got a virgin ass.” Velda
commented. “Maybe she does?”
Coura agreed.
“You fat-ass cunt! Ever been
fucked up the ass before!?” Coura asked
cruelly. Irma, however was in far too much discomfort,
than to reply to the
inquiry.
Finally, the dark skinned man bellowed aloud as he buried his seed deep into
the bent-over woman’s ass.
“Damn I’m wet!” Coura whispered to Velda as the scene before her unfolded.
The taller woman then put an arm around her superior. “Would you like me to
take care of that for you?” She asked with a leer. “Use the strap-on. I need
to be fucked.”
Not paying any attention to the fact that Johannes had pulled out of Irma’s
anus, Coura laid on the
couch and spread her long legs, while Velda donned
the harness. In what seemed like no time at all, the muscular physical
trainer was plunging her hard, plastic cock deep into the writhing woman’s
cunt, fucking her faster and faster.
“Oh yes!” Coura shrieked with pleasure. “Give it to
me!” Velda certainly
didn’t disappoint her. Once again, in what seemed like no time, both women
were breathing heavily.
Johannes was enjoying the view, but poor Irma could only hear the rhythmic
slapping of Velda’s thighs against Coura’s, as the taller woman’s muscular
butt-cheeks rippled each time she plunged inward. Coura’s
song of joy soon
echoed around the room, and Velda rolled off, spent
herself.
They all rested a while before Velda, Irma, Johannes
and Henry called it a
night. Each of her associates gave Coura a hug before
leaving.
Five minutes after they all left, a knock came upon the Head Mistress’s
door. “Come in boy,” Coura called out. Akeem once again that evening had
entered the home of the sexiest woman he’d ever seen and whom he dreamt
about. Sinking to his knees immediately, the broad shouldered, well-spoken
African man and chief training officer, kept his eyes downward in front of
his Mistress. “Were you disappointed tonight, boy, that you
didn’t get to
butt-fuck your precious pet?”
The verbal humiliation stung worse than a whipping, for Coura
knew how to
debase him cruelly. She knew that he was indeed a normal man, who had
hormones and feelings and just like any other man got a hard-on at times.
But he was not permitted to fuck any of his trainees, much like him not
being allowed to stick his long, thick dick into Coura.
In fact he was
forbidden to fuck any of the females in the camp without Coura’s
explicit
permission.
“Too bad boy!” She tall woman taunted. Akeem said nothing, not knowing what
to say. Then she spoke again. “I’ve had an exhaustive night boy, and I don’t
really need you to get me off. So I have decided you will stay with me
tonight, but as my pet.”
After answering with a confused, “Yes Ma’am,” she ordered the kneeling man
to strip. A minute later, she led him by the leash that she connected to the
leather collar she placed around his neck into her bedroom on his knees.
Then ordering the burly man to lie flat down on the carpet beside her bed,
she tied his wrists with rope and forced his arms behind his back. Then
bending his legs backward, she drew the long, thin cord toward his splayed
crotch. Very carefully she wound the rope around his balls and tied it off.
His thick manly wrists were now tied to his balls, and any sudden movement
by him would cause immediate discomfort to his sensitive orbs.
She then laid in the bed and slept.
