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!”