The tall, muscular African woman soon stood next to the upturned buttocks of her colleague. In a nanosecond, she brought the unyielding, wide paddle down hard, blistering Irma’s plump rear end with rapid, forceful swats that had the bound spankee wailing aloud. If anything Velda was hitting harder than Coura.

Finally Irma’s brutal spanking ceased, but the lady superior wasn’t quite through with her underling’s punishment. She looked over at Johannes with a haughty scowl. Pointing at the still bound white woman, she ordered. “Butt-fuck her!”

The tall, muscular African man smiled sadistically, then gazed over at the bare, caucasian form before him. Her now reddened buttocks beckoned him. Still whimpering, she blubbered a loud, incoherent protest when she felt his strong hands part her nether globes.

“No please no! she cried out when she felt the lubrication grease up her anus.

“Shut up, cunt! Take that cock up your ass! Coura said with a sneer.

“Yeah, let’s see if she can take what she gave, Velda joined in.

At that point Johannes slipped the smooth head of his long, black cock into the tight opening. Then slowly he inched his phallus in. You’re gonna fucking break me in half! Irma shrieked in a high pitch wail.

“That’s it Johannes, fuck the bitch good! Coura encouraged. The big man did just that as he reached for the fuckee’s brown hair and used it for leverage as he took her violently. The extended, shooting pain was too much for Irma, however. She passed out.

“This bitch is not getting out of it that easy. Velda, get the smelling salts! Coura ordered.

Reawakened, the American’s butt-fucking continued. She shrieked anew as the big cock plundered it’s way in and out of her tight ass.

“She acts like she’s got a virgin ass. Velda commented. Maybe she does? Coura agreed.

“You fat-ass cunt! Ever been fucked up the ass before!? Coura asked cruelly. Irma, however was in far too much discomfort, than to reply to the inquiry.

Finally, the dark skinned man bellowed aloud as he buried his seed deep into the bent-over woman’s ass.

“Damn I’m wet! Coura whispered to Velda as the scene before her unfolded. The taller woman then put an arm around her superior. Would you like me to take care of that for you? She asked with a leer. Use the strap-on. I need to be fucked.”

Not paying any attention to the fact that Johannes had pulled out of Irma’s anus, Coura laid on the couch and spread her long legs, while Velda donned the harness. In what seemed like no time at all, the muscular physical trainer was plunging her hard, plastic cock deep into the writhing woman’s cunt, fucking her faster and faster.

“Oh yes! Coura shrieked with pleasure. Give it to me! Velda certainly didn’t disappoint her. Once again, in what seemed like no time, both women were breathing heavily.

Johannes was enjoying the view, but poor Irma could only hear the rhythmic slapping of Velda’s thighs against Coura’s, as the taller woman’s muscular butt-cheeks rippled each time she plunged inward. Coura’s song of joy soon echoed around the room, and Velda rolled off, spent herself.

They all rested a while before Velda, Irma, Johannes and Henry called it a night. Each of her associates gave Coura a hug before leaving.

Five minutes after they all left, a knock came upon the Head Mistress’s door. Come in boy, Coura called out. Akeem once again that evening had entered the home of the sexiest woman he’d ever seen and whom he dreamt about. Sinking to his knees immediately, the broad shouldered, well-spoken African man and chief training officer, kept his eyes downward in front of his Mistress. Were you disappointed tonight, boy, that you didn’t get to butt-fuck your precious pet?”

The verbal humiliation stung worse than a whipping, for Coura knew how to debase him cruelly. She knew that he was indeed a normal man, who had hormones and feelings and just like any other man got a hard-on at times. But he was not permitted to fuck any of his trainees, much like him not being allowed to stick his long, thick dick into Coura. In fact he was forbidden to fuck any of the females in the camp without Coura’s explicit permission.

“Too bad boy! She tall woman taunted. Akeem said nothing, not knowing what to say. Then she spoke again. I’ve had an exhaustive night boy, and I don’t really need you to get me off. So I have decided you will stay with me tonight, but as my pet.”

After answering with a confused, Yes Ma’am, she ordered the kneeling man to strip. A minute later, she led him by the leash that she connected to the leather collar she placed around his neck into her bedroom on his knees. Then ordering the burly man to lie flat down on the carpet beside her bed, she tied his wrists with rope and forced his arms behind his back. Then bending his legs backward, she drew the long, thin cord toward his splayed crotch. Very carefully she wound the rope around his balls and tied it off. His thick manly wrists were now tied to his balls, and any sudden movement by him would cause immediate discomfort to his sensitive orbs.

She then laid in the bed and slept.