Akeem smiled broadly while he felt the front of his pants tighten when he approached her tent and saw the scantily clad spy, kneeling submissively in front of it. Impulsively, the pseudo-missionary returned the smile.

�There's hope for you yet,� the dark skinned, broad�shouldered man said as he reached down and softly caressed the side of her face.

Despite this horrendous situation in which she was currently embroiled, she was indeed a natural woman with human feelings. She couldn't help but notice Akeem's hard-on through his pants and suddenly she had a vision of her being thrown to the ground, having her clothes ripped off and being thoroughly fucked.

That reality could indeed occur one day, but not this day. Her pleasure was not the reason she was here and her trainer brought her quickly back to reality by placing the leash and collar on her and leading her immediately to Physical Training.

�Well, � said Velda with a sarcastic laugh. �Looks like our spy-bitch is finally taking to the program.�

Akeem nodded. �But she still got a ways to go.� He replied with raised eyebrows.

�Looks like that nipple-torture improved her punctuality immensely.�

�It certainly helped. Thank you.�

The strongly built woman then looked at Peggy. �Alright bitch, drop and give me sixty! See you later Akeem.�

An hour later the sweaty, heavy-breathing �missionary� was led to the shower. A hardy breakfast followed and then Akeem led her in the usual manner to see Irma.

The short, dark-haired teacher was seated at her desk in the classroom when she looked directly at the now seated student. �Ready to suck pussy today?� She asked with an obvious edginess to her tone. Peggy really was taken back slightly by the forthrightness of the query. Nevertheless, a quick glance at that menacing riding crop that laid ominously on the teacher's desk hastened her forced reply and negated any adverse reaction. �Or would you prefer another cropping?�

�No ma'am,� Peggy replied resolutely.

�Then I want an answer! Are you ready to suck pussy?�

Red-faced, the native of Connecticut felt some pressure. She surely wasn't looking forward to another bout with that dreaded implement. Swallowing hard, she looked directly into the brown eyes of the questioner. �Yes ma'am.� She said softly.

�Yes ma'am what? What is it that you want to do?� Irma reached for the crop.

�Su.su.suck.suck pussy.�

Irma picked up the crop. �Louder! I couldn't hear you!�

�Suck pussy!� Peggy mouthed in a distinctly clear voice.

The teacher smiled provocatively and pointed to a spot on the floor beside her desk. �On your fucking knees, right there!�

Without verbally replying, the former preacher obeyed the command without hesitation. From this vantage point she could see, to her astonishment, that the instructor was nude from the waist down. An uneasy feeling rose inside Peggy and yet she was unexpectedly aware of the wetness that had formed between her own legs. True she had never ever considered going down on a woman before. Yet, there was little she could do to prevent that inevitable occurrence from happening.

�Surely, you recall yesterday's lesson,� Irma said with a smirk as she swivelled her chair so that her knees pointed toward her kneeling pupil who now had a clear view of the seated woman's crotch.

The befuddled student nodded. �Yes ma'am.�

Irma held the crop firmly. �Good, now get your ass over here!� She ordered as she spread her thighs. Sliding one knee in front of the other, the humiliated, hesitant female was soon facing Irma's wide-open juncture.

�By the way, if you fail to satisfy me, you won't get a cropping.� Peggy felt relieved. But that quickly changed. �It'll be another flogging!�

Peggy's brain stored that overhanging information and sent a message quickly to her mouth as it neared the soft, wet juncture.

�Just repeat yesterday's lesson.�

�Yes ma'am,� Peggy replied as she extended her tongue.

�Yeah, that's it,� Irma cooed. �Slower!� She said suddenly as she whacked the bent-over rump.

�Ow! Yes ma'am!�

�Yeah, that's better.�

Irma's face showed the sensual pleasure she was experiencing from having her labia licked. When the tantalizing tongue circled her inner lips, she grabbed Peggy's brown hair and jammed her mouth against her crotch. �Suck that clit, bitch! .Oh yes!� She shrieked as her breathing became heavier.

Peggy was slurping and sucking for all she was worth, hoping to please the teacher. That she was. Irma threw her head back, reveling in the exquisite ecstacy until the pleasurable climax consumed her.

Once the satisfied woman returned to normal breathing she looked down at the juice-smeared face of the spy. �You did good for the first time, bitch.�

Peggy felt both satisfaction and debasement. Even though she was pleased that she was able to suck the woman off, the fact that she was coerced made the act seem unseemly.

Just then, the door opened and Peggy clearly heard the voice of her Physical Training Instructor. �How did our spy-bitch do Irma?� She with a partial laugh.

�Actually, she did rather well Velda, for her first time.�

�Glad to hear that. Now she's an experienced cunt-lapper.� Both ladies snickered.

The broad-shouldered PTI then walked over to where Peggy was kneeling and grabbed her by the hair. Peggy yelped at the pain in her scalp, but had no choice but to follow the strong woman across the floor on her knees. Velda slid her khaki shorts down her legs and then her silk panties. She sat in the same chair that Johannes had the other day and forced the face of the kneeling woman into her soft, wet crotch.

Never in her wildest dreams did Peggy ever think she'd be in this position.Her face pushed into another woman's pussy.

�Get that tongue in there, bitch!� The physical instructor gripped Peggy by the hair, keeping her mouth in the desired spot.

At that point Irma decided to join the action. �I think she needs some encouragement,� the white woman said. �Just think Velda, you're the first black woman she's ever sucked off.� She said as she swatted Peggy's protruding posterior. �Suck that cunt, bitch!�

The kneeling woman felt the searing swats from the crop, but her mouth was glued to Velda's pussy, so her verbal reactions were smothered.