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 while waiting for her ransom to be paid.
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Samuel Windsor was an important link between the British Empire and Natawe. His trading company facilitated the movement of Natawe's abundant precious metals and minerals to the Empire. He had what amounted to a monopoly here, as N'Zinga the old Queen had such distrust of all the other European businessmen. He was determined to make sure that N'Zana would not reverse this situation now that she had ascended to the throne.
Windsor was now fifty, but kept himself fit and healthy. Samuel's good looks, muscular frame and perfect English, as well as his gentlemanly manners, meant that he received a good deal of admiration from the women of the Natawe Royal Court. He dressed smartly, and was always well-groomed and dressed by the girls that he owned. Since living in Natawe, this British entrepreneur had learned to accept and enjoy the benefits of slavery.
The Maid ushered him in, and informed him that the young Queen N'Zana was currently taking her bath.
"When in the presence of Her Majesty, you will refer to her as Ma'am," instructed the black servant. "You will speak when spoken to, and only sit when Her Majesty explicitly states that you should."
"Of course," replied Samuel. "I understand Royal protocol, and am grateful for being received."
The Maid opened the doors and Samuel walked in.
As Samuel entered, he saw two completely nude white girls, one blonde and the other brunette. They held up a huge white sheet, protecting the Queen from the view of any visitor.
How degrading, thought Samuel. Their charms were on full display, while they had to hold up a sheet protecting the black Queen's modesty. They were clearly slaves, as they wore nothing but a collar showing their ownership. Both of them blushed red, presumably because they were now being exhibited nude to other white visitors, rather than just the native Africans. Being paraded like this in front of their peers would impress on them the degree to which their circumstances had been reduced.
He could see the bruises across their buttocks. From his experience of disciplining slaves, and the shape of the marks, he estimated that the leather strap and a riding crop had been applied sometime today. Natawe royalty never hesitated when it came to correction.
Both girls rubbed their thighs together occasionally, and wriggled their bottoms. This was a clear sign that they had recently had the Natawe aphrodisiac smeared around their cunnies. In spite of their embarrassment, he could see their clearly erect nipples. They were now at a stage of arousal where they would do anything commanded in order to find release.
"Sit down, Mr Windsor," ordered the Queen, and he complied. "I presume you're admiring my very well brought up white ladies?"
"They are most exquisite, Ma'am," replied Samuel. "They're both quite aristocratic looking, and I notice from the colour of their backsides that you don't tolerate disobedience or laziness."
"Quite right, I don't put up with idle slaves," replied the Queen. "Isn't that right, girls?"
"Yes, my Queen," they replied in unison, both gleefully smiling at Mister Windsor. Any slave reporting directly to the Queen had to show enthusiasm for being allowed to serve her. Anything less than a happy disposition would result in speedy correction.
"I have decided that you should stay in the Royal Palace for the next two days," decided the Queen. "This will give us an opportunity to discuss trade arrangements going forward."
"Thank you, Ma'am," replied Samuel. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement that will be mutually beneficial. As always, I'm loyal to the Natawe Royal family."
"I will allow you some use of my personal slave girls while you're here," said N'Zana. "You will find them eager to service you and give pleasure. Make sure to let me know if they are lacking."
"That is most generous of you, Ma'am," replied Windsor, and he was then ushered out the door by the Maid.
N'Zana giggled to herself. She lent the slave girls to anybody in the Palace who she saw as being potentially useful. While they engaged in the act of coitus, they were instructed to find out any information that would be useful to the monarch.
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Samuel Windsor stood in his room, wearing his dressing gown. The servants had filled the large metal bath with hot water, and he was now awaiting the slaves that were promised for his entertainment.
