Lady Arabella Cornwell sprinted as fast as she was able. Being forced to run naked all the way to the Royal Palace from N'Dula's villa was utterly humiliating. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable.
The Royal Notary had passed in the beautifully decorated official coach. She was wearing the finest robes to denote her position in the Royal Court. Both she and the coachman laughed as they passed poor, naked Arabella. Breasts bouncing, and everything on show. Blushing beet red with embarrassment.
Now Lady Arabella was completely on her own, wearing nothing but her slave collar. The road became more and more busy as she got nearer to the capital. Many of the Nataweans ogled her person, many making crude comments. Occasionally, if the bare aristocrat slowed down, she would feel a hand walloping her backside to encourage her to run faster.
There were many slaves walking the route into the city, but Arabella seemed to be the only one making the journey in the buff. N'Dula's decision to dispatch her in just her skin for the five miles into town was to demonstrate the slave girl's submission to the Notary.
Being a naked white woman amongst all of the clothed Africans was utterly degrading, but the aphrodisiac always turned her temperament towards eroticism and enjoyment of her forced exhibitionism. She was a rampant, collared slave girl running through town in her birthday suit. Although the embarrassment was intense, because of the aphrodisiac smeared around her sex it excited her beyond belief.
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As she came closer to the city, she saw another, naked white slave girl hurrying along the road. As she got closer, she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Alexandra!" exclaimed the bare Lady Cornwell. "What on earth are you doing here?"
Alexandra Wallingford was another friend of hers from Cheltenham Ladies' College. They had both been on the school hockey team.
Her body was just as Arabella remembered from the school changing room. Slim, athletic, fabulous pert breasts, and gorgeous red hair. She walked as though she was totally comfortable with her nudity.
"I see that N'Dula has got you on board as well, Arabella," laughed Alexandra."It's almost like a school reunion."
They chatted for a few minutes, Arabella trying to cover herself with her hands, while Alexandra stood with her arms at her side, exposing herself without a care in the world.
It turned out that Alexandra had been implicated in a scandal in government. She had had an affair with the Home Secretary, and his wife had hired some thugs to have her killed. Alexandra had found out, and been quite terrified. By coincidence, N'Dula made contact with her shortly afterward, and offered to sort things out. The rest of the story played out the same way as for Ursula and Arabella - submit to the collar in exchange for protection, until N'Dula had no more use for her.
"How do you cope with being naked like this," said Arabella, blushing. "I'm torn between pleasuring myself in public, and running to hide behind a tree."
"Yes, that's the fabulous effect of the balm they dose us with, isn't it?" replied Alexandra, smiling. "I've learnt to relish showing off my goodies in public now."
"How long have you been enslaved?"
"Oh, for several months, I think. N'Dula manipulates the slave markets. She makes sure the right people are present when we're put up for auction, rather than selling us directly. That means nobody suspects she has anything to do with the slave girls that she uses to spy for her."
Arabella was astounded. Would she eventually be put on the auction block naked, showing herself off to everybody watching? She could feel her loins tingling at the thought.
"There was an unfortunate mix-up on the day of my sale," continued Alexandra. "N'Dula's prospective buyer was late, and I ended up being sold to a brothel. My new owner forbids her slave girls from wearing garments. Showing us off like this is free advertising for her business. I've been on show to everyone in the city for over a week now."
"Does it get easier to bear?" said Arabella, perspiring from the heat and the excitement.
"Oh, yes. When I was first stripped naked I blushed a bright shade of red every time I was displayed," replied Alexandra. "After a while, and with being basted with the oil every few days, I started to enjoy showing off what nature blessed me with."
"This is all very new to me," said Arabella. "I have a lot to adjust to."
"Remember your place," said Alexandra. "You're a slave. You need to make sure that nobody suspects otherwise. Did N'Dula brief you about speaking with the pidgin dialect? That's essential if your cover is to be believed. And N'Dula's not going to give you your freedom until you've delivered what she needs."
Arabella had been well schooled by N'Dula regarding how to speak like the commonest slave. Bad diction. The barest grammar. And always an especially potty mouth.
"We both know what you're gagging for," said Alexandra, touching Arabella's breast and playing with her nipple. "The aphrodisiac oil smeared around our cunnies means we're always either at it, or dreaming of rutting."
She put her fingers to the nude aristocrat's pussy and rubbed Arabella's button.
"There's no sense hanging about when the opportunity presents itself," said Alexandra, grabbing her friend's wrist and dragging her into a ditch by the side of the road. "It should only take a few minutes, and you'll get some relief for a while."
The nude red haired slave pushed Arabella down and pressed her body down onto her companion. She pushed her knee between her friend's legs, and within seconds she was rubbing her pussy against Arabella's cunt.
Abruptly, she roughly turned her friend over and pulled her up onto all fours, teasing her clitoris. Arabella closed her eyes and began to buck her hips.
Suddenly, Alexandra slapped the nude aristocrat's backside loudly. Arabella blushed.
Slap! The red haired slave girl continued to pound Arabella's buttocks until they were bright red, and then resumed fingering her. Arabella was close to orgasm.
"If you want to finish the journey, there's a price!" said Alexandra, pulling her friend round so Lady Cornwell's face was close to her pussy. She grabbed her friend's hair, pushing the girl's face into her cunt. "Off you go!"
Arabella used her tongue and sucked Alexandra's clit for all she was worth, dining on the moist pussy pushed into her mouth. She could feel Alexandra's hips start to buck. Within seconds, the naked red head was screaming and writhing as she came.
Arabella could hear clapping and cheering. She looked up and saw a crowd of free citizens staring down into the ditch. Lady Cornwell blushed an even deeper shade of crimson.
"They're clearly enjoying the show, so let's go for round two," said Alexandra, bending Arabella forward and pushing her legs apart
She continued alternating between slapping Lady Cornwell's delightful derriere, and fingering her cunny. Each time Alexandra's fingers brought Arabella close to climax, they would be withdrawn and the pummeling of her bare bottom would resume. The crowd cheered, which somehow excited Arabella even more.
"And now for the finale!" said Alexandra, rubbing her friend's clitoris with one hand, while pushing her finger into Arabella's anus. The humiliation and stimulation were just too intense. Lady Cornwell bucked and screamed as she came, and she could hear the bystanders clapping and cheering.
Alexandra grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the ditch. They were both quite filthy, covered in mud, and Lady Arabella's bare bottom felt quite raw from the spanking.
"Don't forget to talk like a tart," said Alexandra, wiping the dirt from her body.
Arabella stood with her hands at her sides, exposing herself to the crowd that had gathered. It was the strangest feeling. As though she felt proud of the performance that she had given.
Just then, a local Natawean man noticed the two bare slaves. He walked closer and began to examine Alexandra. She stood straight, pushed out her bosoms, moved her legs apart and placed her hands behind her head. Totally obedient and submissive.
The man started to play with Alexandra's nipple. She wiggled her body and shook her breasts in a playful, suggestive manner.
"Good citizen like titties?" said the smiling redhead. "Brothel down road where slave suck cock good!"
"Do you work in the brothel as well?" asked the man, looking at Arabella.
"No, slave on way to Palace for serve and do fucky!" blurted the bare aristocrat, blushing as she realised what she had said.
"Off you go, then, lazy slave," said the man, walloping Arabella's bare bottom. "Don't tarry, as your Queen is very impatient!"
Arabella took the hint and sprinted off, leaving Alexandra to display the brothel's wares.
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The first letter had been delivered from the Royal Palace as part of N'Dula's agreement.
N'Dula would have to scan through to pick out the relevant information about Roger Witherington and relate the useful parts to her contact in the British Secret Service.
After this, the letter could be forwarded on to Shirley back in England, who would certainly be interested in the sexual games that the slave girl was being used for.
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Dear Mistress
This is my first letter to you.
I have never felt more enslaved and owned as I do now. It is a strict regime, and I am expected to do as I am told immediately, otherwise swift and harsh punishment is delivered.
The journey to the Royal Palace was utterly humiliating. I didn't foresee this when the Notary performed my assessment, but as I was expected to demonstrate my obedience, I had no choice but to comply immediately.
I had to deliver myself naked to the Palace. I ran in my birthday suit all the way from your villa, where you walloped my backside and told me to get on my way.
Being so intimately reminded of my status as a slave, bereft of any modesty, brought out my lustful side once more. The further I ran, the more distance there seemed to be between myself and any prospect of ever being clothed again. Naked, libidinous, exposed and vulnerable. I was a slave girl, provided to give pleasure at the Royal Palace.
I arrived at the Palace, and found the slave entrance at the rear. One of the Maids opened the door, saw me, and then called other members of staff outside to see this shameless, nude white girl flaunting herself. N'Zana's senior maid, N'Bunu, grabbed me by my hair and roughly marched me inside, as though I was a naughty child that had been caught stealing candy.
N'Bunu made great stock of how I was running around the city bare. She noticed that I am tanned all over, and decided that I must be a stranger to wearing clothes. Apparently only the commonest slaves performed their duties au naturel in public. Perhaps I was more used to working in the fields? She reasoned that there was no sense trying to dress lamb as mutton. What would be the point of giving clothing to a slave who had already shown everybody her charms?
Accordingly, it was decided that I shall serve my time in the Royal Palace as nature intended. As I am the only one here who serves in the bare, while all others are clothed, N'Bunu's mandate has caused me no end of humiliation.
I have been harshly judged due to my lack of garments upon arrival, and because of this am now without either dignity or modesty. Due to regular application of the aphrodisiac, this situation has spurred on my libido, and I am constantly seeking opportunities to find release.
