“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.