The supine white woman screamed aloud when her trainer attached one of the clamps on the highly sensitive piece of flesh. Instinctively she wanted to close her legs. Prevented from doing so, she thrashed around on the floor, but Akeem held her down.

“Breathe inward sharply, then let it out slowly he said instructively as he looked into her pain-filled eyes. Peggy, who had never felt such discomfort her life, willingly obeyed. With tears in her eyes, she calmed down a bit.

“One more time, but breathe immediately when I put them on. It’s imperative Peggy that you learn to take these!”

“Yes sir, she whimpered teary-eyed.

She then shrieked anew and writhed wildly about as her strong trainer held her down. The shooting pain was nearly intolerable, but she absorbed it with an inner strength she didn’t know she had. Akeem let the constant biting of her tender flesh continue for a minute. She might have been better off with another paddling, she debated with herself. Despairingly, there was no way she’d ever get used to these dastardly devices, she thought.

Of course she shrieked again when the nasty implements were removed, whimpering like a puppy who got her first shots.

*

After lunch Peggy had an unaccustomed easy afternoon. Since she was not due a scheduled whipping today, Akeem allowed her to rest, which she gratefully accepted.

Even Henry went easy on her. He didn’t work her very hard in the barn that day, and for the first time in a long time she was not required to suck his cock.

*

Feeling refreshed, Peggy was actually smiling when later that evening her trainer led her toward the lady-in-charge’s residence. Feeling ambivalent about this graduation”, the native of Connecticut was surely relieved to know she would only be spanked and whipped once a week, but what was in store for her now, she wondered.

Upon entering the slender, attractive African lady’s house, Peggy saw the authoritative woman seated in a black leather chair along the far wall toward the center. All of Coura’s associates, Velda, Irma, Henry and Johannes, were seated around the room. Akeem led his charge to the center of the vast livingroom and placed her on her knees, before taking a seat behind his trainee near the door. Another thing, they were all naked accept the trainer.

Coura spoke as she looked down at Peggy who was in her required position, knees parted, eyes down, palms on the floor behind her. Slave, you have done well so far. Peggy’s response of Yes Ma’am was a far cry from the cantankerous reply she gave this lady in that first meeting. Besides, the American recalled Akeem’s admonishment, not to fuck with Coura.

The lady of the house continued. By the recommendation from Akeem as well as your assistant trainers, I have decided that you shall enter phase three of your training. That means as you know, spankings and whippings are once a week. Peggy obediently kept her eyes down, but replied, Yes Ma’am, in a respectful tone. You still will, however, be required to keep up with your physical training, she said as she looked over at a beaming Velda, whose eyes were affixed on Peggy’s yawning cavern. Fitness is most essential. Another Yes Ma’am followed.

“Not only that, to prepare you for what will come after you leave here, from this night forward, your body will be used as a pleasure toy by anyone in the camp. Those words burned Peggy’s face. If one of our outside workers wants you to suck his cock in the middle of the street, you will! If one of the cooks in the dining hall wants to fuck you, you will let him. Only the thought of being dragged to the whipping post prevented any verbal objection by a most indignant Peggy. After all, Coura declared in a raised voice. A sex-slave is basically a toy, to be used as her Master or Mistress sees fit.”

This vile tirade filled the normally loquacious lady with anger and fear, but she remained silent, looking daggers into the floor.

“Remember, Coura went on, the alternative to being made someone’s sex-slave, is either a long imprisonment or death. Seemingly reading Peggy’s mind, Coura reached downward and grabbed a hank of the kneeling woman’s hair and yanked her face upward. Listen bitch! It was you, who entered this country under the false pretense of being a missionary. So don’t act as if you’re being persecuted!”

Peggy gritted her teeth, but had no reply other than, Yes Ma’am.”

“Very well then, let us begin your graduation ceremony.”

Without giving the naked spy woman a chance to respond, Coura spoke quickly and pointed to the specially made bench sitting to her left. The smooth, wooden implement resembled a carpenter’s saw-bench, and stood about three feet high. Conveniently built-in was a raised, padded plank. It’s purpose was rather obvious. To the front and rear of the contraption, leather restraints were screwed into each side near the bottom.

Akeem then led Peggy on her knees by the leash over to the device. He then proceeded to chain her, butt high, to the bench, so that her arms and legs were both pointed downward at a thirty degree angle both front and back and immobilized.

Irma and Velda were laughing at Henry, who was making lewd remarks about Peggy’s position. Looks like her best side is up, and, She’s nuttin but a good piece a ass.”

In her now bent over position an extremely indignant spy was once again cursing her bosses at the Agency, as well as thinking about what Akeem had said about being abused at the women’s prison. What the fuck did he think this was? In this position she was either going to be spanked or fucked. Since this was not one of her spanking days”, Peggy knew it would be the latter.

Snickering at Henry’s remarks, Coura then urged her cohorts on. Who wants to go first?”