After a breakfast that included more lewd comments from the food servers, Akeem once again led Peggy to see Irma. Kneeling submissively once her trainer had left, Peggy waited patiently as the short, slightly paunchy brunette finished reading some papers on her desk with her back towards the spy-bitch. Swiveling about, the well endowed white woman, who was dressed in a tight button down white blouse and black mini-skirt, that revealed her well-developed thighs and calves, peered down at the attentive sex-slave trainee.

Peggy gasped when she saw the woman pick up her riding crop. Irma snickered derisively. Heard you got your pussy whipped yesterday, bitch!”

Peggy’s face reddened. The whole camp must have overheard her wails, she thought. All of that because she got herself off. Damn!

“Open those thighs! Irma commanded as she thwapped the kneeling woman on the hip. The pseudo-missionary really wanted to kick this bitch’s ass, but complied with the lurid order. Wider!”Peggy, fearing another thwap, complied without hesitation.

Irma’s gaze lingered intently on the kneeling woman’s crotch, then traveled slowly up her naked body to her eyes. You need a trim down there, Irma said as a matter of fact. Peggy frowned. Most of our clients prefer neatly manicured pussies. At this point we don’t know who your owner will be, but you are much too hairy.”

Peggy felt embittered at that pronouncement, but replied between clenched teeth with a resolute, Yes Ma’am.”

“We will provide you with a razor that you may use in the shower. So I expect your pussy to be neatly trimmed by tomorrow. Irma emphasized her point by touching the handle of the crop.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now, the seated American continued. You have become quite proficient at sucking cocks and pussies, which is a plus, the brown haired woman said with a deviant smile. But there are other things that a good sex-slave must know.”

Peggy frowned. The term sex-slave repulsed her but she listened attentively.

“If you are told to display, that means: On your knees, thighs spread wide, your hands resting on the floor behind you and your back arched. That gives anyone total access to any part of your body.”

Irma allowed a few minutes for that disclosure to sink in. Peggy couldn’t believe she was actually hearing this and she once again cursed her Agency under her breath. Espionage was one thing, but this was something entirely foreign to her.

“Now, let’s see you do it.”Feeling absolutely degraded ,the discomfitted spy complied but with obvious distaste, showing off her most intimate part to this sadistic bitch.“Very good slave, but you must shave that pussy. Otherwise, you are quite lovely. You should bring a hefty sum.”

That thought revolted Peggy to the point of wanting to rise and run. The words hefty sum hit her like a ton of bricks. This was the first time that she realized that she was going to be sold to someone! Those fucking assholes! she thought as her mind wandered toward the heads of the Agency. The thought of being someone’s sex-slave repulsed her for sure, but the fact she was going to be sold like a piece of cattle, reviled her to the point that she revengefully thought about the balls of her boss in a vise.

“And, Irma continued bringing Peggy out of her outrage. If you are told ‘to present’, that means to bend forward from your knees, reach back through your legs and spread your butt cheeks wide. When Peggy saw the other woman waving the menacing implement around, she quickly assented to that order as well. Yelping as Irma whacked her on the butt for her hesitancy, Peggy felt utter indignation at being coerced into revealing her asshole to this perverted bitch.

Then ordering her slave back to her knees, Irma continued. However, the most important thing, is that your body be available to anyone at anytime. Hence, that is why we have that requirement here. The dominant woman emphasized her point by once again running her eyes all over Peggy’s body. “Your body is to be used. Irma said as if she were talking about toilet paper. Man or woman, it doesn’t matter. The term used made Peggy want to gag. Feeling degraded and trapped she, once again, had to fight the impulsive urge to bolt from the room.

Irma’s brown eyes seemed to be riveted to Peggy’s. Do you understand?”

Peggy swallowed hard. Yes Ma’am.”

Then spreading her muscular thighs, which revealed that she wasn’t wearing panties, the dominant woman leered at a disgusted but submissive Peggy. For the second time that morning, the spy’s mouth would intimately come in contact with another woman’s pussy.

*

After sucking and slurping Irma into wonderful bliss, Peggy was allowed a much needed comfort break. During that time she thought maybe they’d go easy on for her the rest of the day. Her muscles still ached from that particularly punishing workout Velda had put her through. Plus, she knew she wasn’t scheduled to be spanked today.

She was surprised, however, when Akeem led her into the building that house the dungeon. The broad-shouldered trainer pointed to a spot on the floor and ordered her to lie on her back. Looking up at him, Peggy then spread her legs wide, thinking that just maybe her trainer would fulfill one of her wishes. When he placed a metal spreader bar between her ankles, preventing her from closing her legs, she was encouraged even further.

With her pussy shamelessly on display, Peggy watched as Akeem walked out of sight for a moment. She frowned when he returned holding a four-foot leather leash. It had two separate ends with an equal amount of metal clamps protruding in opposite directions at the bottom. Her eyebrows raised when he knelt between her splayed legs. Peggy cringed when she felt him touch her right pussy lip with his thumb and forefinger, for she sensed what was coming. She wasn’t going to be fucked.

“Peggy, Akeem said, what I’m about to do will hurt, but you must be properly trained to take anything a prospective owner might require of you.”