The year is 1927. Penelope is a very wealthy heiress who came out of mourning after her guardian died, and decided to embark on a period of sexual adventure. Her friend, and old private school crush, N'Dula visited, and educated her in the finer arts of bondage. Penelope is a willing submissive and exhibitionist, and decided to travel to Natawe, N'Dula's home country, to further her libidinous journey. Slavery still exists in Natawe, an archipelago off the west coast of Africa, and Penelope eagerly consented to be bonded.

On a later trip to America, Penelope eventually came under the influence of a new domme, Daisy Buchanan, who has now taken them both back to Natawe so that she can enjoy Penelope's slavery and submission to the full.

Penelope has now been lent to Queen N'Zana for a week, where she has met Lady Hermione Charlbury, a member of the British aristocracy who is currently enslaved in the bare while waiting for her ransom to be paid.

******

The two aristocratic, and quite naked, slave girls that served in N'Zana's palace were consoling each other after the respective punishments that had been applied to their buttocks.

Penelope Latton was on her stomach, on the mat that she occasionally slept on whenever she was not obliged to warm the bed of one of Queen N'Zana's business acquaintances. She had a sheet of paper, a quill and a small bottle of ink, and was propped up on her elbows drafting a letter to Daisy, her Mistress and lover. The loan of her person to N'Wana's court had been extended on condition that she be compelled to write a letter every week, detailing her sexual adventures. This was the time of day, when both of them were tending to each other's bruises, that she opened her heart to Daisy.

Lady Hermione Charlbury inspected the bruised bottom in front of her. It was bright red from application of the leather strap.

"You've certainly been in the wars today, my dear," said Hermione. "Those bruises can be seen from the next continent."

The nude Lady Charlbury picked up a bottle of ointment, poured some over Penelope's dimpled derriere, and gently massaged it into her skin.

"Gosh, that's just the ticket," said Penelope as the balm started to take away the soreness from her buttocks. "I just couldn't get anything right today. I spilt food that I was bringing to Her Majesty, and then I was late to attend to fucking Samuel Windsor again."

******

Dear Mistress

Another day in the bare, slaving and providing my body for the pleasure of the Royal Court. N'Dula spoke to me once about the way that exhibitionism, correction and having the Natawe aphrodisiac smeared around a girl's cunny take her to the stage of being a willing, devoted, submissive slave.

That's where I am right now.

Discipline and serving are core to our existence, and it makes me excited to ponder it. Our owners and the Maids feel free to touch and fondle us whenever they deem necessary, and it feels like a firecracker going off in one's sex. I start to wriggle and perspire, longing to be used. N'Deva, the Queen's Head Maid, will order me over and put her finger between my legs, massaging the lips of cunny, eventually touching my clitoris. She will rub firmly but gently, teasing me until I start to tremble and breath quickly. At the same time she cups one of my breasts, then strokes the nipple until my eyes start to close with anticipation. Suddenly she will order me back to my work without giving me the release that I desire.

I always delighted in showing off my body, but I'm now being exhibited to more people than before. All eyes inspect my person as I hurry about. As you know, I have been marched through the city in my birthday suit several times now, and I still find it quite troubling. There is an element of humiliation, as onlookers can clearly see my arousal, but this is nothing compared to the exotic delight of being owned and exhibited. My submissive status is forced on me so strongly that I am close to cumming.

The frightening part of this public exhibitionism is that it is so hard to preserve my dignity in such a situation. I was brought up to be a lady of the ruling classes, and yet my raised nipples and wriggling bottom make me look like the most brazen whore. I fight hard to keep my composure, as it's the one part of my soul that has not yet been corrupted since arriving in Natawe. Each time I am paraded in public I am concerned that the last vestiges of myself as a free woman will be dropped, and I will long for nothing else other than to be used.

Punishment is just as strict as that applied by N'Bunu. My fellow slave N'Suru makes sure that things are no different here as regards correction. Waiting for each stroke is frightening and reinforces my position more than anything else. But I know that after the strokes have been applied I will feel hungry for my person to be taken and used.

I spend most hours feeling fit to burst.

Being assigned to warm a free citizen's bed is when we find release, and this brings out an athletic, adventurous side me to that gets stronger and stronger. I know you try to push me harder so that my experience grows. You would be proud.

Lady Hermione is not quite to the same stage as I am. She is a natural submissive and exhibitionist, although she did not come to Natawe by choice, as I did. She throws herself fully into her enslavement, and is clearly excited at the prospect of being used for pleasure. However, she has not yet been marched naked through the streets.

Queen N'Zana has finally tracked down Lady Christina Burford. Christina apparently was quite a prude and was tricked into enslavement, and so I do not know how she fares in her current position. She has been here for many years now, and so I am sure that she has been trained to the same degree as both Hermione and myself. Tomorrow we are to be taken to where she is owned. Hermione will get a taste of what it is like to show her charms to all citizens on the walk there. Will she be excited, or humiliated, or both?

She is currently applying healing ointment to my bottom, which has received twenty strokes with the leather strap. You can imagine how I am feeling by being touched in this manner...

Your loving slave

Penelope

PS Please bring me back to serve you soon, Mistress xxx

******

Hermione continued rubbing Penelope's buttocks, gently kneading and stroking. They were both enjoying the sensation. The prone slave girl took a large intake of breath and lifted her hips a little. Hermione took the hint and moved her fingers between her fellow slave girl's legs, stroking Penelope's sex.

"What about you?" asked Penelope, as she started to pant with excitement. "Have you managed to escape a walloping?"

"Sadly not," replied Hermione. "My poor bum was battered by N'Deva for tarrying when I was serving guests. Ten with the rattan cane, and it hurts to sit down. Would you apply some ointment once I've done you?"

Lady Charlbury's finger moved in and out of Penelope's cunny, and Miss Latton closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"Of...course...I...will..." replied the now writhing and moaning slave girl.

******

Lady Christina Burford was now forty years old and in her prime. The physical work and healthy slave diet had kept her figure trim and her muscles well-toned. Sex gives a glow to the skin, and Christina had partaken wholesomely on this front during her servitude.

She was naked apart from the gold slave collar around her throat. Light from the candles illuminating the room glinted off her oiled body. She rode K'Suta, the wealthy carpet merchant, who lay comfortably on his back watching the submissive white slave's breasts bouncing up and down as she moved. N'Wana had liberally basted Christina's sex with the Natawe aphrodisiac that morning, and so the bare white girl was desperate for release. Her large nipples stood up proud, and she groaned with pleasure as she moved.

"I think a slave should show more enthusiasm if her mistress wants to get a better deal, otherwise she'll find her backside introduced to the paddle," said the middle aged merchant.

Christina smiled and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. She moved her hips more urgently and moaned.

"Tell me how a titled English lady has ended up slaving naked for a carpet seller in Natawe," ordered the merchant.

When using her person for the purposes of coitus, clientele often liked to debase poor Christina by commanding to her to describe her fall from grace. The story of a wealthy titled aristocrat being made to serve nude and to copulate on command provided immense titillation.

"As you know, I was a wealthy, titled English lady," Christina spoke softly, as the effects of the aphrodisiac brought her closer to cumming. "I inherited a large part of Gloucestershire from my deceased husband, and lived in a huge Manor House."

Lady Burford closed her eyes. The act of coitus and the Natawe balm were making it hard for her to form sentences.

"Upon his death I decided to take an active part in the affairs of his business," she continued. "This was my undoing, and probably the last decision I made regarding my life."

Christine rubbed her breasts from side to side across K'Suta's chest.

"I found some discrepancies relating to trade with Natawe, and made the mistake of asking one of the managers, a lady called Harriet, what was happening," continued Christina.

K'Suta grabbed her hips tightly and took control of her movements. The poor slave girl was overwhelmed and found it hard to focus her eyes. She was close to release. The discipline and training that had been applied to her over many years brought about and reinforced a deeply submissive side to her libido. The retelling of her fall into slavery excited her as well as K'Suta.

"She invited me to travel here by ship to investigate matters with her. On the journey, she drugged me, and when I woke up I was dragged to the local slave market and sold to the Queen of Natawe, who forced me to work naked. I endured the harshest punishments and was forced to copulate with her courtiers in order to find out secrets within the Royal household."

Lady Burford leaned back, so that the merchant could see the sweat dripping down her pert breasts as she gyrated her hips. She swivelled round athletically to ride him in reverse, showing her bruised buttocks. He laughed and spanked her roughly. This underlined to Christina her current position in Natawe as a slave, and the overwhelming sense of submission brought her to climax. Her hips shuddered as she moaned.

"An exquisite performance," said K'Suta. "Now complete my pleasure with your mouth."

The nude, submissive member of the British aristocracy climbed off of the dominant free citizen, and put her lips to his cock. She took it deep into her mouth, moving up and down until she felt him reach the end of his journey. Christina then felt the cum squirt across her face.

"Very good, slave," he said. "I will sell the merchandise to N'Wana at the price she requested."

Lady Burford knew her place in N'Wana's business. She was used as a negotiating tool during working hours, and was N'Wana's lover after business had ended for the day. It was a contrast that had taken time to acclimatise to, but slavery was a part of every tier of life in Natawe, and it offered few choices to those that had been collared.

******

Penelope and Hermione were now immersed in each other's bodies. They had stopped noticing the bruising to their buttocks and were wrapped around each other on the floor eagerly fingering each other's cunnies. Their breathing was rapid and their eyes closed as they moved nearer to climax.

Their hips shuddered as they came. They fell back side by side with their legs and arms akimbo, trying to get their breath back.

"Are you up to putting some of that balm onto my backside now?" asked Hermione. "We're off to the Market Square tomorrow, so it would be nice if the stripes were a little less apparent. It'll be the first time I've been coffled bare in public."

One of the discomforting aspects of being permanently nude was that all and sundry would see when and how the two heiresses had been punished if they had failed to meet their owner's expectations.

******

After the merchant had left to speak with N'Wana, Christina wandered into the street. Still naked, she leaned over the trough in the square and washed the cum from her face and body that K'Suta had deposited over her. The square was crowded, and she still felt embarrassed and humiliated at showing her charms in public. However, her owner had realised that keeping the delectably submissive white woman on show appealed to customers and attracted business.

She wandered along the dusty street back to the shop. It was a wood and stone alcove off of one of the busiest squares in the capital, and had three rooms.

One room was for selling carpets, another was the bedroom where Christina and N'Wana slept and made love.

Finally, there was the bathroom. This was where Christina pampered and bathed her owner, but the nude white girl had to use the public trough to clean herself, along with the other slaves.

The building was very crude, like something from the middle ages, but it served its purpose and catered to the wealthiest customers. Thanks to the use of Christina's person for coitus by a select few of those that traded, it was an extremely successful concern. She was compelled to provide her body to the carpet merchant at the end of every month, and perhaps a couple of N'Wana's wealthier clients each week.

She saw her lover, N'Wana, speaking with K'Suta.

Her owner was smiling at the merchant, and the wooden paddle used for punishment was still hanging on its peg. These two observations conveyed to the bare white aristocrat that she had provided adequate service with her body, and that her bruised buttocks would not receive another punishment today.

Christina hovered near the shop front while business was concluded. She disliked being outside while she was naked as Eve, completely exposed to every African that walked past. However, if she interrupted the negotiation taking place inside she knew that N'Wana would wallop her backside in front of K'Suta and all of the other traders to put her in her place. The merchant eventually walked off, and the bare white slave girl walked inside.

"Customer soon come to buy," said N'Wana. "You all clean to show off rugs?"

"Yes, Mistress," replied the British girl. "I scrubbed myself in the square."

"Good," replied her lover. "All ready for business."

A well to do African gentleman and his wife came in and sat down. Christina's job was to unroll the carpets and hold them up, displaying the shop's wares. Having a beautiful nude white lady show off the stock brought in the customers, and her person was occasionally used as an incentive if there was any haggling over price or quantity. The gentleman's wife was eyeing Lady Burford's lithe figure, so it seemed likely that she would take the white girl into the back room to 'sample the goods' as it were.

Later, as the shop closed, N'Wana and Christina ate together and chatted. They invariably made love before going to sleep. The black woman was both her lover and her owner. The aphrodisiac kept Lady Burford flustered most of her waking hours, and this release became the most pressing thing on her mind by the time each day was ending.

******

Queen N'Zinga of Natawe, together with another British businesswoman, had tricked Lady Christina into enslavement five years ago, and subjected her to the most awful punishment and humiliation. She endured slavery for six months, with her person used in the most perverted ways.

Later, Lady Burford had come under Samuel Windsor's ownership as part of a trade deal he had done with the Queen. She naively thought she would be freed by the handsome Englishman when he gained ownership of her, but she was kept in slavery to both further his business interests and warm his bed. Both N'Wana and Christina were owned by Samuel, and slaved for him together.

It was undeniably fun providing pleasure with N'Wana to the handsome Mister Windsor, especially as the aphrodisiac was regularly applied while in his service. At the same time, she felt humiliated by her position as a slave, especially when her person was provided to assist the execution any of his business interests. The only consolation was that Samuel allowed her to wear clothing again, which was a huge relief and at last afforded her some dignity.

N'Wana was head slave, and would punish the British aristocrat whenever necessary. The black girl was quite dominant, and would strip Christina bare and ravish her whenever she felt the urge.

Her fellow slave helped Christina adjust to slavery and made it tolerable. She was always there to give her advice on how to serve, and also hugged and consoled her whenever she found her new life unbearable. N'Wana was the only person in Natawe who provided any sense of compassion and tenderness towards her, and they became lovers. N'Wana had been the closest person in her life for many years now.

N'Wana was smart and aided Windsor in his business endeavours. He was both grateful for this, and also aware that she had a great deal of knowledge of his less than legal business dealings. A bargain was struck between them that she would be granted her freedom and the loan of enough money to start a shop in the city as long as she kept quiet. She requested Christina also, and after some haggling the deal was struck.

Poor Christina was under the impression that this would entail her at last being freed from the slave collar. Again, she was disappointed. N'Wana saw no reason for their relationship or Lady Burford's circumstances to change. As far as she could see, they could still remain lovers, while Christina retained her current place in the hierarchy. Slavery was a complex thing for a titled Englishwoman to understand, and she constantly had to adjust to what would seem unfair in her own culture.

The now free black girl opened new premises, stocked it with the merchandise, and they began to trade. N'Wana was ambitious, and Christina enjoyed a degree of happiness. She had a deep, passionate relationship with her African lover. However, she was always subservient and was ordered to do most of the work. This kept the enslaved white aristocrat fit, young and glowing. N'Wana put on a little weight as all manual labour was left to Christina, but her slight voluptuousness made her all the more attractive.

The interest that Samuel Windsor charged on the loan was high, and he kept the right to foreclose at any time. This was his hold over N'Wana. If she breathed a word about his dealings, she and Christina would find themselves destitute. In turn, this kept Christina on her toes, as she knew that if the shop failed, she would be put up for auction.

Business was slow for months, until Christina suggested to her Mistress that they should appeal to a different type of customer. The white slave girl was responsible for keeping the accounts up to date, as well as pretty much everything else, and she noticed how much more the wealthier, titled customers were spending. N'Wana understood, and they put the rest of the money loaned by Samuel Windsor into the more expensive merchandise.

Her owner had an idea to make their enterprise more attractive to customers. The well to do needed an incentive to visit her stall, and what was more titillating to the Natawe aristocrats than a very well brought up white lady submitting to them?

She promptly announced that Christina was henceforth to slave in her birthday suit. The white girl's slim, attractive body would draw in customers and be the key differentiator between N'Wana's shop and the competition.

The unfortunate British aristocrat pleaded to be allowed to keep her smock, but to no avail. She was owned, and knew that in Natawe slaves did as they were told or suffered consequences. If only she had kept her mouth shut about attracting wealthier customers ...
With a small shop, there is no privacy, and so the traders and market stallholders were given a treat with the sight of Christina stripping nude and saying farewell to her days of being clothed.

The naked aristocrat had slaved in the bare at the carpet shop for months now. The exhibitionism and submissiveness brought out in her by the aphrodisiac conflicted with her continual sense of humiliation.

******

Daisy, Penelope's owner, read the letter from the girl who had consented to be her slave. Compelling her lover to write down the intimate details of her usage provided the most erotic reading.

Having the power to decide when Penelope would be allowed to return from this most arduous enslavement was a delicious meal that she intended to savour. Obviously, her slave would be allowed to return eventually, and before long they would be back in England. But Penelope didn't need to know this right now. Her letters were almost at the stage of pleading to be allowed to return.

Daisy put the letter down, and rolled over. N'Dula touched her breast and teased her nipple. They were both naked and had spent most of the afternoon rutting. While her slaves were being used by the Queen, Daisy and Penelope's old school friend had made the most of their free time.

"Her letters are better than pornography," said N'Dula, smiling. "Helplessness allows a slave to embrace her captivity more."

******

As the sun came up, Lady Burford awoke. The heat always brought her round and made her aware that another day of servitude had started. She got out of the bed that she and N'Wana shared, careful not to disturb her owner.

She pulled back the curtain and entered the small shop area. Her first task was to put the wares outside on display to draw in customers. She stopped in front of a mirror to look at her backside. The last punishment she received had left some marks which were now receding. The well to do couple who had viewed the carpets yesterday left without making a purchase, which resulted in a few strokes for Christina with the Walloper.

Her owner used three tools to punish the naked white girl. They hung on different pegs on one of the walls, always close at hand.

First, there was the Walloper. This was a lacquered wooden paddle which was always N'Wana's first port of call. Any lack of dedication on Christina's part was dealt with by several forceful strokes across her buttocks.

Next, there was the Tickler. This was a leather strap that her owner would often take with her if they had to journey to see other traders. It was easy to carry, and the sharp application to Lady Burford's splendid bottom would make her yelp, as well as encourage better behaviour.

Finally, there was the Striper. This was a rattan cane, which Christina feared the most. Serious misbehaviour would result in ten stripes burnt into her delectable derriere.

Lady Burford was always mindful of five things. She was perpetually aware of the aphrodisiac that was smeared around her cunny every few days, which heightened all of her experiences and made her yearn to be owned and ridden. Next, her permanent nudity both humiliated and excited her. Then there were the three punishment tools - the Walloper, the Tickler and the Striper. These five things kept her compliant and obedient, and always underlined her present social status.

******

Although the couple left yesterday without buying anything, the wife returned on her own later the next afternoon. Upon speaking with N'Wana, it became clear that her husband was no use at all in choosing décor for their home. She decided that she would deal with matters, and he was happy to leave her to it so that he could go sailing with his male friends.

Christina again stood unrolling carpet after carpet in the shop, while N'Wana and the black lady sat observing. Eventually, the client made her choices. The nude Lady Burford had to then roll all of the merchandise up again, while the free citizens haggled.

As she had put the last carpet away, she was summoned by her owner.

"Buyer want to sample goods," called N'Wana, and the customer winked at her as she walked into the bedroom area. Her owner handed the Walloper to the black woman to ensure that Christina gave her all.

******

Penelope and Hermione were chained together. The small metal links went through their collars, keeping them coffled. N'Deva, the maid, gripped the end of the chain, marching them naked through the streets of Natawe's capital city.

The two enslaved white girls had left their modesty behind some time ago. Everybody they encountered always saw them bare, which was humiliating but at the same time appealing to their exhibitionist nature. It was made clear to them that their state of dress (or undress) was actually none of their business, as their nudity had been decreed by their superiors.

It was better to try and show some dignity by exhibiting good deportment and grace as they were led along, demonstrating their upbringing. Even though they tried to keep an aristocratic composure, this was sometimes difficult when being dragged naked through the streets by a common servant girl with a potty mouth.

"Can see white titties bounce good," laughed N'Deva as she tugged the chain. "You step faster and give folks good show."

Penelope was put in her place and stepped lively. Hermione was adjusting to being paraded nude outside the Royal Palace for the first time. She was clearly excited about being exposed, but blushed beet red all the same.

******

N'Deva and her coffle arrived at the carpet shop, and N'Wana came out to greet them. The chain was attached to a nearby wooden pole, leaving Penelope and Lady Hermione to be ogled by passers-by.

"You want buy carpets? Nudey white girl be out to serve in a minute," said Christina's lover.

"We here on Queen's business," barked N'Deva. "Need talk to you about white slave."

Just then, Christina hurried from the sleeping area of the shop, clutching her bottom. The lady customer appeared a second later, with the walloper in her hand.

"She provided splendid service," said the wealthy client. "Very filthy and skilled. I only had to correct her a couple of times."

N'Wana made Christina remove her hands from her dimpled, white bottom and turn round. Two noticeable bruises were starting to rise. The customer had clearly not held back when providing encouragement.

******

Penelope and Lady Charlbury stood in the middle of the street, being ogled by passers-by. Even by the standards of the decadent Nataweans, two naked aristocratic white ladies chained to a wooden post was an exotic, and very pleasant, sight.

"I'm getting flustered again," said Hermione, rubbing her thighs together. "There's an utterly beautiful man on the other side of the street eyeing me up and down. I just want to devour him."

Penelope looked forward and saw the handsome, muscular black gentleman with his eyes clearly set on the blonde Hermione. Penelope put her hand to her fellow slave's breast and lifted it, stroking the nipple. Lady Charlbury's eyes closed in ecstasy, and the free black citizen smiled.

"You never know," said Penelope. "There may be a chance for him to give you a good rogering while you're here."

******

The two slave girls were not privy to what was being discussed about their immediate future. After half an hour of being exposed to all and sundry, N'Deva exited the shop, pulling the bare Christina by a chain attached to the poor girl's collar.

"Carpet shop slave going to serve Queen for two weeks," said N'Deva. "You take her place while she gone."

Penelope was dumbfounded, and her eyes bulged wide. It appeared they were to spend fourteen days slaving in the capital's main market area in the buff. The realisation made Penelope blush from head to toe, but the fire in her cunny was fanned by the obvious humiliation and submission involved.

Hermione was coping better. She still had her eyes fixed on the free citizen that was ogling her. Her nipples stood up like soldiers on parade.

"Make sure listen good," barked N'Deva at the slave girls. "You tell all that you hear to Queen."

N'Wana stood at the entrance holding the wooden paddle, waiting to welcome the two white slaves. N'Deva tugged Christina's chain, and Lady Burford obediently trotted off.

******

The bruises stood out clearly on their backsides as they hurried down the street to collect water for N'Wana's bath.

"Gosh, I don't want to have to endure that beastly Walloper again while we're here," said Penelope, rubbing her bottom. "It feels like I've sat on a wasp's nest and been stung a thousand times."

"She's bloody strict, isn't she?" replied Lady Charlbury. "We've not even done anything wrong yet, and my backside's glowing bright red."

"I guess we know who's boss," grimaced Penelope. The market area was a harsh environment, and she realised she would have to stay on her toes if she wanted to retain her dignity.

******

Penelope carried the carpet over her shoulder. She'd been slaving at the carpet shop for just a few hours now, and was finding every minute humiliating. Previous naked excursions had been quite short, and there had always been a free citizen with her, which afforded some protection of sorts. The current situation would be all day, every day, and she was sent off on her own, leaving her feeling extremely vulnerable.

This particular errand was to deliver a rug to the other end of town. She had to run along, with her breasts bouncing, and exposing her bruised backside. She was continually flustered and yearned to touch herself, but there was no opportunity in public. She had to steel herself to keep her composure.

Penelope arrived at the purchaser's home, and was ordered to stand with her hands behind her head while they inspected the merchandise. At the same time, the buyer's family and servants inspected the bare white girl.

"Look at those perfect white buttocks," said the wife, slapping the slave girl's backside. Meanwhile, one of the servants was cupping Penelope's breast.

"Bet she give good fucky," said the maid. "She rub thighs together, ready for rutting."

Although this sounded crude, it was certainly an apt description of Penelope's current state.

After a few minutes, the nude white girl was dismissed, and hurried back down the street towards the market. As she walked, she noticed a beautiful, slim black slave girl, also quite bare, who winked and smiled at her.

Penelope had been brought up properly in polite society, and was always graceful and chatty to guests at any of the balls that she had previously hosted, and so she was torn between two courses of action. Stop and converse with this seemingly friendly black girl, or hurry back to avoid another encounter with the Walloper?

Her upbringing got the better of her, and she went up to say hello.

"My name's Penelope Latton," said the white slave girl. "Pleased to meet you."

N'Tumi hugged her.

"My names is N'Tumi," said the black girl, touching Penelope's breast. "Why is a beautiful white lady slaving here in the markets?"

Penelope could see the lustful look in N'Tumi's eye, and stood with her hands at her side, allowing the black girl full access to her person.

"I've been lent to the Queen, who then now lent me to a carpet seller," she replied. "To be honest, I have no say in what is done with me, and often don't know what will happen next. It was decided that I won't be wearing any garments whatsoever, which is a little hard to bear in public when surrounded by so many people."

"Yes, that's the life of a slave, isn't it?" said N'Tumi. "You European girls always seem to lose your knickers whenever you visit Natawe. If that white skin is so superior, then we should all get an eyeful of it, don't you think?"

N'Tumi's hands moved down to Penelope's stomach.

"I see that you're also slaving in your birthday suit," declared the naked white girl, her voice trembling as she felt N'Tumi's touch.

"I was enslaved five months ago," replied N'Tumi. "I'd been educated at the best private schools in England, and lived a very different life. But my family fell into debt, and so I was taken over by the administrators of their estate."

The black girl's hand reached Penelope's sex.

"I was found to be very haughty and disobedient while I was on the auction block," continued N'Tumi. "Because of this, the administrator placed a covenant into my slave papers mandating that I'm never to wear clothes, regardless of who ever purchases me. He said it was the best way to let me know my new position in society. That, together with the aphrodisiac that they apply, makes me quite captivated by your body, Penelope. I'm ravenous to taste you."

Penelope was frozen to the spot, while N'Tumi touched her sex. She was naked and being seduced in the middle of a busy marketplace. The black girl's touch was making her lose all self-control.

"I can't stay long," said the white slave. "My current taskmistress has a firm wooden paddle that she calls the Walloper, and will apply the wretched thing to my backside if I'm delayed."

"They all have names for these beastly tools," said N'Tumi. "My owner calls hers the Corrector, and laughs whenever she applies it. You have to ask yourself a question..."

The black girl pushed a finger inside Penelope's cunny.

"Are you prepared to risk punishment for pleasure?" asked N'Tumi. "When you're that desperate for release, but accept it comes at the price of being punished, then you're truly a slave, regardless of where you were brought up or how much money you come from."

N'Tumi grabbed Penelope's hand and led her down a quiet alley. There were only a couple of residents around, looking out of their window. N'Tumi pushed her against the wall and kissed her full on the lips, while pushing her finger into Penelope's sex. The white slave returned the favour, and a few seconds later they were fingering each other's cunnies furiously, moaning and perspiring.

They looked each other in the eye, perspiring heavily, as they fiddled. Their hips bucked as they came within a few seconds of each other, grunting loudly. N'Tumi kissed Penelope and they could feel each other's tongue's.

"I think we have time to go round again," said N'Tumi, and began to suck Penelope's nipple. The white girl was hungry to rut once more.

N'Tumi spun Penelope around and bent her forward, slapping her backside. The black girl pushed her fingers into the white cunny in front of her and started to play. Penelope's eyes closed and her breathing quickened as N'Tumi played, and then smacked her bottom again. The white slave girl felt completely dominated and humiliated, demonstrating her place as a slave. She was close to cumming for second time.

Suddenly, they both felt themselves doused with freezing cold water. They looked up and saw one of the residents holding a bucket.

"Slave girls fucking in middle of street! You come here again, you get another cold shower!"

Penelope was completely humiliated. She had been caught rutting in the middle of the street like a dog, and had a bucket of water thrown over her to calm her down. How she had fallen!

They both hurried back into the middle of the street, water dripping down their nude bodies.

"At least it's washed some of the sweat off," said N'Tumi, giggling. "Come down here again soon and see me. Or I might find an excuse to visit your part of the market.

Penelope hurried off, contemplating her behaviour as she ran. She was quite powerless against her enslavement.

******

Hermione saw her opportunity. N'Wana was drinking coffee with one of the neighbouring stallholders and would probably be busy for a while.

She ran across the street. The handsome black man she had admired when she arrived owned the shop opposite.

Hermione walked inside found him sitting there, eating his lunch. He put down his food when he saw her splendid naked body. She kept her arms at her sides so he could fully view her person.

The man walked towards her and grabbed her hips, pulling her close to him, putting his mouth to hers. Their tongues intertwined, and he dropped his trousers. She could feel his penis against her, hardening. His finger moved to Hermione's sex, stroking her clitoris urgently.

He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her. She put her arms around his neck and held on as he entered her. Lady Charlbury could feel him going in and out of her, using his powerful arms to move her up and down. He was gorgeous, and she was completely dominated. She could hardly focus her eyes.

He thrusted harder and harder, pushing her against the wall, until her hips shuddered and she moaned loudly. He withdrew, pushed her down on her knees, and came across her chest.

Hermione felt dizzy, and was just about to speak with him, when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up onto her feet. She was spun round, and he walloped her backside with his large hand, ushering her towards the door, laughing.

She hadn't even had a chance to speak with him, and was now being dismissed roughly. She ran across the street with cum running down her breasts, just as the soaking wet Penelope arrived.

N'Wana stood outside her shop holding the wooden paddle.

"Filthy girls should be working! N'Wana tell you when you fuck!"

"Oh, crikey," muttered Penelope. "We're for it now. She's brought out the Walloper again."

******

Each girl was ordered to confess to her what she had been up to in front of the crowd.

"I was fucking with another slave girl in an alley, Mistress, and the residents threw water over me," said Penelope, with her hair still soaking.

"I rutted with the shopkeeper opposite while you were drinking coffee," confessed Hermione, the cum clearly visible on her breast as it started to dry.

British aristocracy didn't look very distinguished at the present moment.

"Hands against wall," barked N'Wana. "Stick bums out!"

The naked white girls took their positions and received twenty firm strokes each with the Walloper. The crowd laughed and cheered as they yelped. By the end, their backsides were bruised, red and purple.

"How will I pay debt to Mister Windsor if slave girls are fucking rather than working?" shouted the black Mistress. "Go wash in square now!"

Penelope and Hermione hurried off to the public wash trough, clutching their sore bottoms. They cleaned each other in front of the jeering crowd.

"Blimey," said Penelope as she washed the residue off of Hermione's breast. "That's twice with the Walloper in one day. My bloody bottom's going to be covered in bloody bruises if we're stuck here for two bloody weeks!"

They had provided a good deal of entertainment, and now fully understood their place in the market's social hierarchy.

******

Lady Burford was in a situation most unbecoming for a member of the British upper classes.

She was on her knees, leaning forward, her head pressed against the stone floor, and her bottom was in the air. A short chain, perhaps six inches in length, linked her collar to a ring in the stone flooring, trapping her in a very undignified position.

Her legs were parted, and N'Deva leaned forward in her stool, where she sat with a view of Christina's splendid rear. Queen N'Zana sat on a large chair a few feet away, watching and listening as the Maid used her training on the bare white slave.

The Slave Mistress had her fingers inside the white slave girl's sex, moving them in and out. Christina was wet and her cunny lips were relaxed. N'Deva held a riding crop, which had administered several nasty bruises to the white girl's buttocks. At her side was a jug of the Natawe aphrodisiac, which had been liberally plastered around the most intimate areas of Christina's person.

"That better, dirty slave well frisky now," said N'Deva. "You almost there, just open pussy more! Bit wetter too!"
"Yes...Mistress...I'm...trying..." said the unfortunate white girl.

Christina had been basted with so much of the Natawe oil that it was impossible to think clearly. N'Deva knew she had total control of the silly white slave girl, and she would answer any question posed to her without thinking.

"Now, tell N'Deva how your owner able to run carpet shop..."

******

The Queen was satisfied with what she heard from Christina. Not only did she learn how Mister Windsor had facilitated Christina's further fall from grace by selling off her home and assets. The slave girl also related how Samuel had defrauded the Royal Office by submitting false accounts.

This, she felt, allowed her to be as forceful in disposing of Samuel Windsor as she chose, using whatever means necessary. These pesky Empire builders had defrauded enough of the African continent. Natawe was not going to be hoodwinked as well.

There would be a simple solution, leading not only to N'Zana being able to open trade up to other European competitors, but also getting the white girl and N'Wana out of the country so that they couldn't be called as witnesses in further legal challenges.

It may take a few more weeks, though. She would contact Daisy to let her know that her slave would be required for a little longer.

Things couldn't have fallen together more perfectly.

******

Dear Mistress

Hermione and I have been slaving in the markets for several weeks now, and have no idea when we will be returned. Am I to be enslaved here forever? Will I be permanently under the whip? Will I never have the collar removed? Will Hermione's ransom ever be paid by her relatives?

Or are you simply trying to push me further?

The first week serving N'Wana was the harshest. The Walloper, the Tickler and the Striper were applied unremittingly. Our backsides were like raw meat after seven days.

The street market area is the harshest environment. Whilst here, we are perpetually humiliated and exposed. We're compelled to run around the city in the bare on errands. N'Wana applies the aphrodisiac to our cunnies in the middle of the street every few days, and we willingly serve her clientele with our bodies.

Eventually, we both realised that any attempt to think of ourselves as aristocratic ladies of the Empire was futile. We accept that we are simply naked, libidinous slave girls that have to be disciplined and controlled. Any thoughts of decorum and modesty are now far from my thoughts, and I now love to walk around the streets with my person on display. Neither Lady Charlbury nor myself can resist any opportunity for sexual release, even if it leads to a very public punishment.

This morning we were commanded to pleasure the carpet merchant. N'Wana uses us as a softener for her deals with him, and any savings we achieve in cost through pleasuring him result in less punishment for us. To be honest, we will now do anything for sexual release and to keep the Walloper from our backsides.

The merchant took us into N'Wana's bathing room, holding the Tickler in his hand. Hermione and myself started by washing and oiling each other in front of him. Lady Charlbury has an exquisite body, with wonderful full breasts, and so it was pleasurable to perform with her in front of the free citizen.

We washed and fondled each other, toying with each other's nipples. We spent a good deal of time cleaning our cunnies in front of him. As we dried off and started to oil each other's skin, the merchant handed us N'Wana's double ended phallus and ordered us to play.

We stepped out of the bath and got on all fours, backside to backside, and then inserted the toy into each other's sex. We grinded away in front of him for several minutes, and the utter humiliation was perhaps symbolic of our current predicament.

As we fucked, he removed his clothes and stepped into the bath with the hugest erection! We realised immediately what was required, and stopped playing with each other. After removing the instrument from our persons, we joined him in the water and began to scrub. Needless to say, it was not long before we were on our knees fellating him. I felt his cock at the back of my throat, while Hermione put her mouth to his balls. Before long, he exploded across our faces.

We were then ordered to masturbate in front of him, and this was the challenge he set. He knew that we were both eager for release, but he decreed that whoever came first would be given ten strokes with the Tickler.

The competition was harsh. Each time I came close to release, I removed my fingers from my sex for a few seconds. The merchant would then order me to carry on and not tarry.

Lady Charlbury and myself must have looked like the most depraved whores, laying on the floor fingering ourselves and moaning, with our faces covered in his semen.

Eventually, I could not stop myself. A characteristic of the Natawe aphrodisiac is that orgasms are quite explicit and visual. My hips bucked and my thighs shuddered. Upon seeing this, Hermione realised that she was now allowed to reach her destination without punishment, and fingered herself more furiously until she started to writhe, shudder and moan.

I stood and bent forward, dreading the sting of the beastly Tickler. Ten painful strokes later, and we ran from the washroom. I clutched my reddened bottom with both hands as I hurried from the room.

Hermione cannot resist nipping over to the muscular Adonis who owns the shop opposite. He has never given her the consideration of speaking with her, and each time she runs back with his seed splattered over her person. If she is caught (and this happens often), the Striper is applied to her buttocks. I can't remember when I last saw her without several red lines across her gorgeous bottom.

I am regularly sent to deliver carpets across the city. Marching in the bare flusters me hugely, and I now take every opportunity to flaunt my person to passers-by. I often take a diversion on the way back to the shop, through the area where N'Tumi slaves. Whenever we see each other we find the nearest place to fuck. It's as much as we can do hold off until we can find somewhere quieter. I swear one day we will not be able to delay, and just fuck in the middle of the square. We go behind barrels, down alleyways, behind carts and we have been doused with cold water by the residents numerous times. My wet hair always gives me away when I get back to the shop. Even though the Tickler is applied harshly, the pleasure is always worth the pain.

Please let me return to you. I beg you. I promise that my body will delight you even more than it has done in the past.

Your loving slave

Penelope XXX

******

Daisy read the letter from her slave. It excited her that slaves in the market area referred to their owner's punishment tools with names, as though a wooden paddle was actually a person. This clearly reflected the fact that a paddle, strap or cane were superior to them and were to be afforded the appropriate respect.

Queen N'Zana needed Penelope for a while longer, and keeping her slave girl needy was clearly having the desired effect on both her character and her libido.

Daisy rolled over onto her stomach, exposing her bottom to N'Dula. Five red stripes were plainly visible across her dimpled buttocks. The voluptuous black woman picked up the rattan cane.

"Has Mistress Daisy been a good girl, or does she need to be punished again?" asked N'Dula.

"I'll let you decide," said Daisy, giggling. "Are you going to try the Natawe oil on me? I'm dying to know what it feels like."

N'Dula lifted Daisy's hips so that she was on all fours, and moved her legs apart to reveal her sex. She poured a few drops into the palm of her hand.

"Are you sure you are ready?"

"Go ahead," said Daisy, with a huge grin on her face. "I'm not the submissive sort, so I've nothing to worry about."

"As long as you're sure," said N'Dula. "This often leads to big trouble."

N'Dula rubbed the oil into the white woman's cunny, and around her pussy lips. Daisy wondered for a second what all the fuss was about, but a few seconds later wave upon wave of lust flowed across her body, emanating from her sex.

The dominant black woman pushed her fingers in and out of the white lady's most private place, as Daisy's eyes closed and her breathing became more rapid.

******

The events happened extremely quickly, taking Christina and N'Wana by surprise.

Thanks to information obtained from the slave girls, Samuel Windsor was convicted of fraud by the Royal Court, and had all of his Natawe assets confiscated. He was banished from the Kingdom, and moved to Asia to begin rebuilding his business.

Now that the contract with Windsor's company could be torn up, N'Zana was able to make the different merchants compete for Natawe resources, lowering costs for her, and thus keeping more profits for her country.

To get N'Wana and her slave out of the country, putting all legal matters to rest, the details of how Windsor sold Lady Burford's property were leaked to the British government. All of Christina's assets, as well as her stately home, were returned to her. She could go home!

N'Wana was initially apprehensive about moving to Gloucestershire.

"How former slave like N'Wana going fit into posh British society?" she asked.

Christina reassured her, and put in place the necessary environment to make sure that her owner and lover felt comfortable.

******

Christina woke, with the soft European sunlight streaming through the windows. It was glorious to be back in England, back with all of the things that she loved and remembered. To be back home was all that she could think of while she was away.

The bell rang. Lady Christina jumped up from the mat she slept on in the kitchen, wearing nothing but her slave collar. She ran up the stairs, past the uniformed servants, to N'Wana's room.

She knocked on the door.

"Come in, slave," called N'Wana.

The naked white girl opened the door and stepped in.

N'Wana lay on the bed, holding the Walloper, which she had brought with her from Natawe.

******

Christina had been trained to know her position as a slave for fifteen years. Even though they no longer used the aphrodisiac, Lady Burford had still retained her wanton nature, both extremely libidinous and shamelessly exhibitionist.

She was nude at all times while in her grand Manor house, and the servants were specially chosen for their ability to keep tight-lipped about their employer. They were also commanded to discipline Christina from time to time.

While in town, she was allowed clothing, but N'Wana kept her on a leash as they walked around the local village. This raised a few eyebrows, but the wealthy aristocracy can get away with what it wants. That was how Empires are run.

******

Dear Mistress

The carpet shop has new owners, K'Doma and his wife N'Vuna. We did not know about this until N'Wana and Christina left, and the couple arrived to take over.

I must stress that I know it's not the place of a slave girl to question her circumstances, and so I submit to your wishes without question.

The first thing they did, after we unpacked their belongings for them, was to introduce us to our new superiors, the Punisher and the Bruiser.

The Punisher is the size of a school ruler, but much thicker and made of oak. It is extremely painful when used to wallop our backsides. After ten strokes each, Hermione was red-faced and I found it hard to get my breath.

The Bruiser is a carpet beater, and does exactly what its name suggests. The next ten strokes with this awful instrument left our backsides like raw meat, and the following day our buttocks were black and blue for all to see.

K'Doma and his wife N'Vuna take us to bed with them each night, bringing the Punisher with them to keep us on our toes. We feel totally vulnerable and controlled while sharing their bed, as even during sleep and awakening we know that our bodies are available for their pleasure whenever they choose to make use of us. They are most inventive and physically athletic.

This morning as I awoke I felt K'Doma's penis thrusting into my cunny. It was an extremely pleasurable way to regain consciousness. We lay side by side, and I could see N'Vuna fingering Hermione next to me. Each time Lady Charlbury came close to release, the Mistress would take her finger away, leaving her slave girl trembling.

A quick application of the Punisher by our Mistress, and Hermione had swivelled around so that her face was in N'Vuna's pussy and her cunny was against my face. K'Doma thrust into me while I licked Hermione out, and in turn she sucked on our Mistress' cunny. If either of us slackened, we were sharply encouraged by the Punisher.

I cannot tell you how intense this usage of our persons was. K'Doma's groin slapped rapidly against my backside as he thrust, and he repeatedly smacked my backside, which increased the pleasure immeasurably. I came twice before K'Doma withdrew, covering me in his seed. Hermione and N'Vuna followed shortly after in finding release.

Our days are composed entirely of rutting and serving, other than when we are being walloped by the Punisher and the Bruiser. I find it difficult to summon up any ideas of being a wealthy, dignified member of the British upper classes nowadays, and fear I have embraced the life of slavery to the exclusion of all else.

I love you, Mistress Daisy, and will do anything to serve you again. Please return me to your ownership so that I can pleasure and serve you at all times. I beg you to take me back and use me.

Your loving slave

Penelope XXX

******

Penelope was soaking wet again.

She and N'Tumi had found a place to rut where they thought they would not be disturbed, behind one of the wagons that was parked in the square. They were fingering so intensely, and had their eyes closed, so they didn't notice when the driver pulled the reins of the horses and the wagon moved off. They were now fucking openly in the middle of the square!

N'Tumi's owner doused them with cold water, and subjected them both to the Corrector in front of the crowd.

Penelope walked back to the carpet shop, water running down her body, with her buttocks stinging, when she saw N'Dula and N'Bunu with a naked white slave. As she got closer, she saw that slave was none other than Daisy! A chain ran from her slave collar, which N'Bunu tugged, making her trot forward.

She looked flustered and excited. Whenever they stopped, she could see Daisy's bottom wriggle - a sure sign that she was under the spell of the aphrodisiac! Her owner's hands were at her sides at all times, showing her body to everybody who walked past.

Penelope walked closer.

"Mistress, what are you doing?" asked Penelope, clearly worried about what was happening.

"This is my first time in public," replied Daisy, trembling with the obvious excitement that the aphrodisiac confers on any incidence of exhibitionism. "We've been to N'Zuru's villa, where I was introduced to slaving nude."

"Daisy, you don't realise what you're getting yourself into..." began Penelope.

"It's all fine, my love. I can stop this any time I choose."

She turned to N'Dula.

"Lady N'Dula, what is to happen to me?" asked Penelope. "Will I return to the villa soon?"

"I honestly haven't decided yet," N'Dula shrugged. "In any case, it is none of your business, as nobody has asked your opinion on the matter. It may be harsh for you, but you will just have to get through it."

Penelope was frozen to the spot, trying hard to work out what she was to expect now that Daisy had submitted. Leaving the harsh environment of the market streets was dependent upon Daisy, but it was obvious to anyone apart from her Mistress that this was quite unlikely.

"I suppose if you dither, you will be punished by the shop owners?" continued N'Dula. "you are already soaking and have clearly been walloped. I presume more discipline will be applied when you get back, bearing in mind the state that you are currently in."

"White girl soaking wet and got red bum," N'Bunu laughed. "More bruises to come."

Penelope hurried off, anticipating that her present status was going to continue for the foreseeable future.