The year is 1927. Penelope is a very wealthy heiress who has just come out of mourning after her guardian died, and she has decided that she is going 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 has decided to travel to Natawe, N'Dula's home country, for two months 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 to N'Dula for the two months of her stay.
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The ship would be docking in Natawe in half an hour. N'Dula showed Penelope the collar and her signed deed of title.
"It's not too late to change your mind. Just stay on the ship if you're not sure, my lovely," said N'Dula.
"Not on your Nelly," replied the soon-to-be-enslaved Penelope. "I want you ravishing me every day for the next two months."
"I'll be doing whatever I please with you and your body, whenever I feel like it," replied N'Dula.
Penelope felt the urge to touch herself.
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The voyage had been fun. Beautiful weather almost the whole way, together with regular submission to N'Dula's sexual whims.
Penelope had been receptive to everything that her ebony domina had suggested, even during the periods when she didn't have the aphrodisiac balm applied. Her black friend decided it would be appropriate to lather her up with the balm no more than once every two weeks, so her head had a chance to settle. However, the previous evening, while K'Jena and N'Dula were enjoying her, it was decided that she would be given a large dollop. Penelope didn't have much say in this, as she was tied to the headboard of the bed at the time, and had N'Dula's sex pushed firmly into her face.
Due to the balm, she'd had the most erotic morning of her life as the ship came into port, and was feeling light-headed and positive about everything.
After the oil had been rubbed into her cunny, K'Jena and N'Dula rode her frantically. She was on all fours, with her head pushed into N'Dula's cunny, while K'Jena thrust himself into her sex from behind.
They used a riding crop on her backside. During the journey, K'Jena had been gently introducing more corporal punishment to each scenario, to prepare her for when she may have to be corrected as a slave. Penelope responded well, and loved to look at the marks that had been left on her bum when she stood by the mirror.
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Penelope affixed the collar around her neck, and they stepped down the gangplank, with the white slave girl walking behind carrying the luggage.
As they reached the dock, there were no customs to clear. They simply walked straight through the gates to the city, with N'Dula showing papers for all three of them.
"Remember what I said. You have to be fairly quiet in public as a slave until you get used to how things work. You don't want to get yourself into any trouble for saying the wrong thing," said her ebony skinned owner.
Things didn't really feel different yet. They all boarded a horse-drawn wagon to the other side of the city, where N'Dula lived. Penelope had to sit on the board at the back, rather than the comfortable seats, but this didn't alarm her. It just seemed like the staff travelling second class. As the wagon bounced up and down along the road, it aroused the sensations in her sex again. She fanned herself as she became flustered.
They arrived at N'Dula's villa an hour later, and they were met by her middle-aged maid, N'Qunu. As they got off of the wagon, N'Qunu called to Penelope.
"You, slave girl, come with N'Qunu. Get you ready for new life."
Penelope looked at N'Dula, and was given a dismissive "Well, what were you expecting?" type stare.
She was marched into the kitchen, where a wooden bath was being filled with water by the staff.
"What you wait for? Get knickers off quick!"
Penelope had been warned that there would be nudity on some occasions as the Maids managed her. She undid her smock and let it drop to the floor. Then she stepped out of her knickers, as bare as a new born. All she had on was her collar.
N'Qunu checked her over. "Hands behind head, legs apart, stick tits out. Good."
The Maid was quite crude, which wasn't expected.
But here she was. She'd made her bed for the next two months, and would take the rough with the smooth.
N'Qunu then put her hand to the nude white girl's crotch. Penelope blushed scarlet from head to toe.
"Natawe special oil been rubbed into cunt. This slave going to be right filthy tart," she exclaimed in front of the other staff.
The unfortunate white girl realised that N'Qunu had a point. As the aphrodisiac had only been applied that morning, she was struggling to stop herself from rubbing her thighs together.
"This N'Qunu's best friend," said the Maid, as she pulled a leather strap from the pocket of her apron. She lifted the strap and brought it down hard on the kitchen table. It made the loudest crack.
"If slave not work proper or do as told, she get twenty whack on buttocks from N'Qunu's best friend!"
Penelope was definitely intimidated, but N'Dula had explained earlier that she would have to do something outrageous in order to be given harsh punishments by N'Qunu. Usually, the most she could expect would be a quick wallop with the riding crop.
The slave girl climbed into the bath and washed herself, while the servants watched. The forced exhibitionism was arousing her again, and her nipples were plainly standing to attention.
"Look at white girl's titties! All upstanding!" laughed one of the staff. "She be giving Mistress N'Dula plenty fun tonight."
After she was dried off and dressed, she was sent up to N'Dula's bedroom. She knocked on the door.
"Come in, my delectable slave girl," said her owner.
"Thank you, Mistress," laughed Penelope.
N'Dula walked up to her newly acquired asset and pulled the white girl's smock over her head, leaving her nude. She put her hand to Penelope's crotch and started to fiddle. In seconds, the naked slave was wriggling in heat, begging to be taken.
"Please, please, please..."
Her owner grabbed her by the hair and dragged her roughly onto the bed. She walloped Penelope's backside with the palm of her hand, and the white girl waved her bottom in the air expectantly. N'Dula put in two fingers, and then slid them in and out. The slave girl began to moan.
The dominant black girl turned her over, and lifted her own skirt, pushing her sex into her submissive's face. She leaned forward and started to lick Penelope's sex. They rutted, head to cunny, for several minutes until they had both achieved release.
"So, what's it like being owned, my little white slave?"
"The Maids are a bit crude, but being owned is once again getting me hot and flustered. Are you going to keep ravishing me?"
"I'll do as I bloody well like with you," replied the slave owner, without any emotion.
Penelope could feel herself becoming aroused again.
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The nude heiress was given tasks around the villa by N'Qunu, who liked to make a noise with the leather strap. It was all about frightening the newly enslaved white girl, but there never seemed to be any actual punishment. She whacked the leather strap hard against a large wooden chair.
