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.