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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Penelope had been at N'Zuru's for a couple of days now. N'Zuru kept her slaves completely nude, and the white girl was having to adjust to this. Her body was now tanned all over, and she had been relieved of her pubic hair. The fact that somebody else could have her person adjusted in this way was very controlling. She became aroused just thinking about it.
Every night in bed with N'Dula and K'Jena became more of a submissive adventure. They were both using the leather strap now to encourage her. They had given her another dose of the aphrodisiac, and so the prospect of discipline was becoming even more arousing, even though the strap stung when it was actually applied. She had a few marks across her buttocks, which made her blend in with her peers.
"Come on, my little Lady Godiva," said N'Dula. "We're going for a walk into town."
The nude heiress guessed that this moment would come eventually. She was excited by her forced exhibitionism in the villa, but it was a little easier to be naked here for two reasons. Firstly, the other slaves were also nude, which seemed to make this easier to bear. Secondly, the audience at N'Zuru's was considerably smaller than a busy market square.
She was also somewhat concerned about her arousal. Her nipples would be standing up, and the frantic wriggling of her bottom when she was in heat would be more easily noticed without the smock that she used to wear. The aphrodisiac didn't let up for a moment.
"Please, Mistress..." began the naked Penelope.
"I know you're a bit nervous," said her owner. "But your embarrassment is not a concern of mine. You'll have to deal with this yourself."
Penelope's eyes bulged wide as her owner produced a length of chain and attached it to her collar.
"You're surely not going to walk me on a leash?"
"They're not my rules," laughed N'Dula. "You're treated the same as N'Zuru's slave girls while we're here. We don't want your peers getting jealous, do we?"
N'Zuru noticed Penelope's leashing, and wandered over.
"I see your little slave is ready for her first journey into town."
Penelope was feeling uneasy about the situation, being quite dominated and controlled, which was having an unhelpful effect on her body. She started to rub her thighs together. N'Zuru noticed this and put her hand to the white girl's crotch.
"She's looking forward to this!" said N'Zuru, staring her in the eye. "I can feel her wetness."
The black woman started to tease N'Dula's slave again, tickling her labia to get her excited, and then smiling as she stopped. It was unbearable! Why couldn't she just allow Penelope release? Then it started again, she had found the white girl's clitoris, and started to gently rub it. And then abruptly stopped again.
Poor Penelope. More rubbing of thighs. Her nipples were even harder.
N'Zuru's husband, K'Seta, walked over. He had a handsome face and a muscular frame, as well as a jovial manner.
"Time for the town to get a treat," said K'Seta, rubbing one of Penelope's nipples. N'Zuru had started playing with her sex again.
"It looks like the volcano will erupt if we stoke the fire any further," said K'Seta, and both the free women laughed.
N'Dula led the nude, flustered slave girl through the front gate, and they started to walk towards the town.
"Will N'Zuru and K'Seta be using me for sex?" asked the slave girl.
"Very likely. Don't concern yourself about it, as nobody has asked your opinion on the matter."
"Won't you be jealous?"
N'Dula laughed.
"My dear, while you're in Natawe, you're just a slave. Loaning you to N'Zuru and her husband to warm their bed is no different to loaning somebody a cup of sugar."
Penelope was so aroused she wanted to reach down and touch herself.
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The journey into town had begun with embarrassment as she was ogled and commented on by all who viewed her person. Penelope seemed to be the only nude slave in this town. All the others seemed to be clothed, which seemed somewhat unfair.
The town itself, the same as all of Natawe, was like a step back in time, perhaps a hundred years. The place was certainly prosperous, but no modern conveniences or machines were evident. Penelope walked barefoot on dusty ground.
Whenever N'Dula saw somebody she knew, she would stop and chat for an age, which was humiliating for poor Penelope, as she had to stand there in her bare skin, keeping quiet. Eventually, whichever acquaintance that her owner was talking to would start to comment on the nude white girl's body, which would then lead to them touching and examining her in the middle of the street. At some point, they would play with her nipples or her crotch, and then she would be lost in an erotic haze. There would then be a discussion on the matter of how easily aroused she was.
By the time they arrived at the coffee shop, Penelope was perspiring and fit to burst. N'Dula attached her chain to the post outside and wandered in. Penelope's hands were at her sides, exposing herself completely to everyone who walked past. She wanted so desperately to be given release.
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N'Dula had been in the coffee house for some time, chatting with her friends. The naked Penelope had been exposed outside for what seemed like an age.
"What's a pretty young white girl doing showing herself off like this?" asked the woman who had walked up to Penelope. She sounded upper-class British, and wore a one-piece dress, as well as a hat to protect herself from the sun. She looked older than Penelope, perhaps in her late thirties. She certainly looked confident and in control, and there was no denying that she currently had the advantage over the nude, chained slave girl.
The naked heiress was floored. She didn't expect to be exposed to her own peer group while she was slaving.
"I've been enslaved," she replied, blushing beet red all over. There was no way to hide her excitement, and her erect nipples were clearly visible. She was wriggling with both awkwardness and arousal.
"I can see that, as you have a collar," said the free white woman. "But how did you end up here? I see you're also wearing a leash. And where are your clothes?"
"It's a long story, but I'm now compelled to go about my duties nude," said Penelope. "How have you found yourself here, Ma'am?"
The English woman was slim and athletic looking. She was eyeing up Penelope intently, noticing her arousal.
"Lady Cecilia Bibury, pleased to meet you," she replied. "I've recently inherited my late uncle's business, and am here to sort out the accounts."
Just then, N'Dula came out of the door of the coffee shop. She saw Penelope and Cecilia talking, and took her leather strap from her bag.
