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, 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.
Slave girls in Natawe regularly have the country's exceptionally powerful aphrodisiac smeared over their sex, keeping them in a constant state of arousal. This keeps the girls submissive and eager to please their owners.
After her two month enslavement, on a later trip to America, Penelope 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.
Daisy has hired a beautiful young taskmistress, N'Bunu, to apply correction to Penelope. An extremely dominant new slave, N'Suru, has also recently been added to the household, and together they are keeping Penelope on her toes.
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The naked Penelope was on her knees, scrubbing a stubborn stain from the wooden floor in the kitchen. Her face was close to the floorboards, while her bottom was sticking up in the air. The tiny bells attached to her nipples and her sex jangled as she moved.
N'Suru sat behind her on a stool, dressed in her white smock, with her finger in the white slave girl's sex. The bare heiress had a number of small bruises on her buttocks that had been inflicted by the riding crop in N'Suru's other hand.
"That stain is quite hard to remove, isn't it, Penelope?" said the dominant black slave girl. "Keep scrubbing away until it's gone."
"Yes, N'Suru," moaned the unfortunate white girl. "I'm scrubbing as hard as I can."
N'Suru continued to play with Penelope's sex, pushing her finger in and out, and occasionally removing it to play with the nude girl's clitoris.
"How does that feel, you little tart?" asked N'Suru. "I want you as wet as the monsoon rains."
"Yes, N'Suru, thank you for playing with my cunny," gasped Penelope, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. Her sex had been smeared with the aphrodisiac again this morning.
"That's the correct answer," said the dominant black girl. "Keep going, you filthy girl. I'm sure you'll manage to satisfy my demands if you just try a little harder. Don't forget, you're not allowed to come until I give you permission."
N'Bunu entered the kitchen.
"You finish scrubbing floor, slave?" she barked.
"I...I...I'm scrubbing as hard as I can, N'Bunu," replied the perspiring white slave girl.
"Has the laundry been hung out to dry?"
"Yes... Taskmistress... I finished it... first thing... this morning."
Penelope could barely speak. She was so aroused, subjugated and desperate for release it was hard to mouth the words.
"Good to hear," said the taskmistress. "After lunch I use you both for pleasure. Big suck and lick fun."
"Yes, taskmistress," both N'Suru and Penelope replied in unison.
A new hierarchy had formed in the household. Daisy Buchanan, Penelope's lover and domme who had brought her back to Natawe, was the Mistress of the house. She had hired N'Bunu as taskmistress to keep the slaves in line and allocate their tasks.
N'Suru and Penelope were both slaves and answered to all of the free citizens in the villa. They were also regularly used to service the sexual needs of both Daisy and N'Bunu. However, N'Suru turned out to be extremely strong-willed, and her nature put her higher in the hierarchy than Penelope.
As Penelope was right at the bottom, and totally powerless, the other staff in the villa also helped themselves to her person as they chose. She experienced this part of her enslavement as particularly deviant and exhilarating.
Daisy found this relationship between the two slaves quite sensual, and so the naked white heiress did the majority of the work, so that N'Suru could devote more time to punishing and sexually tantalising her naked peer.
Penelope's life at present was one of humiliation, punishment, exhibitionism, hard work and sexual elation. Daisy, N'Bunu and N'Suru seemed to get more and more carried away with use of her person for their amusement. They constantly thought up new situations in which to toy with her.
Truth be told, the nude white heiress enjoyed every moment. She was absolutely submissive, and had reached the stage of enslavement where she delighted in exhibiting her person and being used however her superiors desired.
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The naked N'Bunu laid back on her bed, with the two bare slaves pleasuring her. N'Suru poured oil over her own breasts and sex, and then used her body to rub it over the taskmistress. She began by rubbing her breasts over N'Bunu's full bosoms, across her stomach, and then back again. After a few minutes, she started to massage her superior with her sex. They both gasped as they became more excited with each rub of their bodies.
Penelope, being at the bottom of the pile, had her face buried in N'Bunu's cunny, licking her labia and sucking on her clitoris. There was a riding crop on the bed, which both N'Bunu and N'Suru used whenever they felt that the heiress needed encouragement. She had still not been permitted to cum today, even though N'Suru had teased and edged her since they had both awoken.
The unfortunate white slave yelped as N'Suru urged her on with the crop. More bruises on her delicate white bottom. She sucked harder on N'Bunu's clitoris, and eventually the taskmistress closed her legs around Penelope's head as she shuddered.
"My turn now," said N'Suru, pulling Penelope's head to her sex. "Off you go, start licking!"
The black girl put her head back and relished the ministrations of the submissive white slave.
"Filthy white tart going to be busy later!" exclaimed N'Bunu. "Mistress got plan for training."
"Yes, you're going to be put through your paces, my dear," said N'Suru to the half-dazed Penelope. "Our owner is getting extremely inventive with her exhibitionist slave."
Both of the black women giggled. They were clearly in on some secret to do with the unfortunate white girl's fate.
N'Bunu put on her robes, and N'Suru pulled her white smock over her head.
Penelope was still bare, as Daisy had decided that her British girl would spend her days naked amongst the clothed. Although it was humiliating, the slave greatly enjoyed the forced exhibitionism, and had now reached the stage where she loved to be marched naked past others who were clothed, showing off her body. The heiress wriggled and rubbed her thighs together, making the tiny bells pierced into her nipples and sex give a tinny ring. Modesty and decorum were now a thing of the past for her.
The two slaves were led by N'Bunu into the main part of the villa, where Daisy was seated with Lady Cecilia Bibury. The awful Lady Bibury had become friends with Daisy, which could only lead to more humiliation for the unfortunate Penelope.
Cecilia's uncle was the late Lord Bibury, a wealthy entrepreneur who achieved status in the court of Queen N'Zinga, and who was the most awful sexual deviant. It seemed to run in the family, as his niece spent her time subjecting slave girls to the most depraved acts.
"You're going to be helping Cecilia with her new project for a couple of days," said Penelope's American owner. "We've both decided that you'll be the person to put her new venture on the map."
"Absolutely!" said the deviant aristocrat. "You'll be the star of the show."
A few months previously, Penelope had been lent to this awful woman for several days, where she was subjected to the most awful degradation by two slave girls. She had been dildoed, spanked, chained, toyed and used in all manner of ways, including being forced to engage in the most outrageous shows of public masturbation. It was all captured by a seedy photographer, and sold as pornography under the counters in both Europe and America. During the few weeks between leaving Natawe and Daisy bringing her back from America, she had been constantly winked at as she walked down the street by strangers who had evidently been looking closely at the material.
What was in store for her this time?
"Cecilia is opening a brothel in the middle of town!" exclaimed Daisy.
Penelope stared slack jawed. She was absolutely dumbfounded, but her body was excited and started to tingle at the prospect of even more adventurous rutting. Although her upbringing told her that this was completely inappropriate, her nipples started to become erect. Her libido and her mind were at cross-purposes yet again, which was one of the effects of the aphrodisiac and enforced nudity.
"The citizens of Natawe are much more sexually sophisticated than the prudes who visit tawdry knocking shops in the East End of London, my dear," explained Lady Bibury. "It's more of a hobby that couples engage in here. It's perfectly respectable for a man and a woman to choose to indulge during a night out."
"You'll find out about your new duties when you get there," said Daisy. "I'd ask you to pack your things, but you don't have a single thing to your name, not even clothes. Lady Bibury is going to take you tonight. N'Suru will accompany you to make sure that you perform to the best of your abilities."
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Penelope stood proudly at the entrance of the brothel. Her exhibitionism had got the better of her, and she proudly showed off her assets to passers-by, who ogled her as they came near. She wriggled and rubbed her thighs, which made the tiny bells ring again, attracting attention from even more members of the public. The nude slave girl placed her hands behind her head, accentuating her breasts.
Again, she was the only person without clothing in the establishment. The slave girls working inside covered up when they were not providing services for clients. Penelope was now used to this, and strutted around proudly showing off her naked form, with her nipples standing up like nails. She could feel a constant tingle in her sex.
The brothel was an elegant, old-fashioned stone building that apparently used to be the Swedish Embassy. It was ornate and located in a nice part of the main thoroughfare. What Cecilia said about whorehouses being respectable places of entertainment appeared to be correct.
When they arrived yesterday, N'Yuni, the brothel manager, took her through her duties.
