The Heiress Ch 11

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 in the bare while waiting for her ransom to be paid.

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The two aristocratic, and quite naked, slave girls that served in N'Zana's palace were consoling each other after the respective punishments that had been applied to their buttocks.

Penelope Latton was on her stomach, on the mat that she occasionally slept on whenever she was not obliged to warm the bed of one of Queen N'Zana's business acquaintances. She had a sheet of paper, a quill and a small bottle of ink, and was propped up on her elbows drafting a letter to Daisy, her Mistress and lover. The loan of her person to N'Wana's court had been extended on condition that she be compelled to write a letter every week, detailing her sexual adventures. This was the time of day, when both of them were tending to each other's bruises, that she opened her heart to Daisy.

Lady Hermione Charlbury inspected the bruised bottom in front of her. It was bright red from application of the leather strap.

"You've certainly been in the wars today, my dear," said Hermione. "Those bruises can be seen from the next continent."

The nude Lady Charlbury picked up a bottle of ointment, poured some over Penelope's dimpled derriere, and gently massaged it into her skin.

"Gosh, that's just the ticket," said Penelope as the balm started to take away the soreness from her buttocks. "I just couldn't get anything right today. I spilt food that I was bringing to Her Majesty, and then I was late to attend to fucking Samuel Windsor again."

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Dear Mistress

Another day in the bare, slaving and providing my body for the pleasure of the Royal Court. N'Dula spoke to me once about the way that exhibitionism, correction and having the Natawe aphrodisiac smeared around a girl's cunny take her to the stage of being a willing, devoted, submissive slave.

That's where I am right now.

Discipline and serving are core to our existence, and it makes me excited to ponder it. Our owners and the Maids feel free to touch and fondle us whenever they deem necessary, and it feels like a firecracker going off in one's sex. I start to wriggle and perspire, longing to be used. N'Deva, the Queen's Head Maid, will order me over and put her finger between my legs, massaging the lips of cunny, eventually touching my clitoris. She will rub firmly but gently, teasing me until I start to tremble and breath quickly. At the same time she cups one of my breasts, then strokes the nipple until my eyes start to close with anticipation. Suddenly she will order me back to my work without giving me the release that I desire.

I always delighted in showing off my body, but I'm now being exhibited to more people than before. All eyes inspect my person as I hurry about. As you know, I have been marched through the city in my birthday suit several times now, and I still find it quite troubling. There is an element of humiliation, as onlookers can clearly see my arousal, but this is nothing compared to the exotic delight of being owned and exhibited. My submissive status is forced on me so strongly that I am close to cumming.

The frightening part of this public exhibitionism is that it is so hard to preserve my dignity in such a situation. I was brought up to be a lady of the ruling classes, and yet my raised nipples and wriggling bottom make me look like the most brazen whore. I fight hard to keep my composure, as it's the one part of my soul that has not yet been corrupted since arriving in Natawe. Each time I am paraded in public I am concerned that the last vestiges of myself as a free woman will be dropped, and I will long for nothing else other than to be used.

Punishment is just as strict as that applied by N'Bunu. My fellow slave N'Suru makes sure that things are no different here as regards correction. Waiting for each stroke is frightening and reinforces my position more than anything else. But I know that after the strokes have been applied I will feel hungry for my person to be taken and used.

I spend most hours feeling fit to burst.

Being assigned to warm a free citizen's bed is when we find release, and this brings out an athletic, adventurous side me to that gets stronger and stronger. I know you try to push me harder so that my experience grows. You would be proud.

Lady Hermione is not quite to the same stage as I am. She is a natural submissive and exhibitionist, although she did not come to Natawe by choice, as I did. She throws herself fully into her enslavement, and is clearly excited at the prospect of being used for pleasure. However, she has not yet been marched naked through the streets.

Queen N'Zana has finally tracked down Lady Christina Burford. Christina apparently was quite a prude and was tricked into enslavement, and so I do not know how she fares in her current position. She has been here for many years now, and so I am sure that she has been trained to the same degree as both Hermione and myself. Tomorrow we are to be taken to where she is owned. Hermione will get a taste of what it is like to show her charms to all citizens on the walk there. Will she be excited, or humiliated, or both?

She is currently applying healing ointment to my bottom, which has received twenty strokes with the leather strap. You can imagine how I am feeling by being touched in this manner...

Your loving slave

Penelope

PS Please bring me back to serve you soon, Mistress xxx

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Hermione continued rubbing Penelope's buttocks, gently kneading and stroking. They were both enjoying the sensation. The prone slave girl took a large intake of breath and lifted her hips a little. Hermione took the hint and moved her fingers between her fellow slave girl's legs, stroking Penelope's sex.

"What about you?" asked Penelope, as she started to pant with excitement. "Have you managed to escape a walloping?"

"Sadly not," replied Hermione. "My poor bum was battered by N'Deva for tarrying when I was serving guests. Ten with the rattan cane, and it hurts to sit down. Would you apply some ointment once I've done you?"

Lady Charlbury's finger moved in and out of Penelope's cunny, and Miss Latton closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"Of...course...I...will..." replied the now writhing and moaning slave girl.

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Lady Christina Burford was now forty years old and in her prime. The physical work and healthy slave diet had kept her figure trim and her muscles well-toned. Sex gives a glow to the skin, and Christina had partaken wholesomely on this front during her servitude.

She was naked apart from the gold slave collar around her throat. Light from the candles illuminating the room glinted off her oiled body. She rode K'Suta, the wealthy carpet merchant, who lay comfortably on his back watching the submissive white slave's breasts bouncing up and down as she moved. N'Wana had liberally basted Christina's sex with the Natawe aphrodisiac that morning, and so the bare white girl was desperate for release. Her large nipples stood up proud, and she groaned with pleasure as she moved.

"I think a slave should show more enthusiasm if her mistress wants to get a better deal, otherwise she'll find her backside introduced to the paddle," said the middle aged merchant.

Christina smiled and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. She moved her hips more urgently and moaned.

"Tell me how a titled English lady has ended up slaving naked for a carpet seller in Natawe," ordered the merchant.

When using her person for the purposes of coitus, clientele often liked to debase poor Christina by commanding to her to describe her fall from grace. The story of a wealthy titled aristocrat being made to serve nude and to copulate on command provided immense titillation.

"As you know, I was a wealthy, titled English lady," Christina spoke softly, as the effects of the aphrodisiac brought her closer to cumming. "I inherited a large part of Gloucestershire from my deceased husband, and lived in a huge Manor House."

Lady Burford closed her eyes. The act of coitus and the Natawe balm were making it hard for her to form sentences.

"Upon his death I decided to take an active part in the affairs of his business," she continued. "This was my undoing, and probably the last decision I made regarding my life."

Christine rubbed her breasts from side to side across K'Suta's chest.

"I found some discrepancies relating to trade with Natawe, and made the mistake of asking one of the managers, a lady called Harriet, what was happening," continued Christina.

K'Suta grabbed her hips tightly and took control of her movements. The poor slave girl was overwhelmed and found it hard to focus her eyes. She was close to release. The discipline and training that had been applied to her over many years brought about and reinforced a deeply submissive side to her libido. The retelling of her fall into slavery excited her as well as K'Suta.

"She invited me to travel here by ship to investigate matters with her. On the journey, she drugged me, and when I woke up I was dragged to the local slave market and sold to the Queen of Natawe, who forced me to work naked. I endured the harshest punishments and was forced to copulate with her courtiers in order to find out secrets within the Royal household."

Lady Burford leaned back, so that the merchant could see the sweat dripping down her pert breasts as she gyrated her hips. She swivelled round athletically to ride him in reverse, showing her bruised buttocks. He laughed and spanked her roughly. This underlined to Christina her current position in Natawe as a slave, and the overwhelming sense of submission brought her to climax. Her hips shuddered as she moaned.

"An exquisite performance," said K'Suta. "Now complete my pleasure with your mouth."

The nude, submissive member of the British aristocracy climbed off of the dominant free citizen, and put her lips to his cock. She took it deep into her mouth, moving up and down until she felt him reach the end of his journey. Christina then felt the cum squirt across her face.

"Very good, slave," he said. "I will sell the merchandise to N'Wana at the price she requested."

Lady Burford knew her place in N'Wana's business. She was used as a negotiating tool during working hours, and was N'Wana's lover after business had ended for the day. It was a contrast that had taken time to acclimatise to, but slavery was a part of every tier of life in Natawe, and it offered few choices to those that had been collared.

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Penelope and Hermione were now immersed in each other's bodies. They had stopped noticing the bruising to their buttocks and were wrapped around each other on the floor eagerly fingering each other's cunnies. Their breathing was rapid and their eyes closed as they moved nearer to climax.

Their hips shuddered as they came. They fell back side by side with their legs and arms akimbo, trying to get their breath back.

"Are you up to putting some of that balm onto my backside now?" asked Hermione. "We're off to the Market Square tomorrow, so it would be nice if the stripes were a little less apparent. It'll be the first time I've been coffled bare in public."

One of the discomforting aspects of being permanently nude was that all and sundry would see when and how the two heiresses had been punished if they had failed to meet their owner's expectations.

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After the merchant had left to speak with N'Wana, Christina wandered into the street. Still naked, she leaned over the trough in the square and washed the cum from her face and body that K'Suta had deposited over her. The square was crowded, and she still felt embarrassed and humiliated at showing her charms in public. However, her owner had realised that keeping the delectably submissive white woman on show appealed to customers and attracted business.

She wandered along the dusty street back to the shop. It was a wood and stone alcove off of one of the busiest squares in the capital, and had three rooms.

One room was for selling carpets, another was the bedroom where Christina and N'Wana slept and made love.

Finally, there was the bathroom. This was where Christina pampered and bathed her owner, but the nude white girl had to use the public trough to clean herself, along with the other slaves.

The building was very crude, like something from the middle ages, but it served its purpose and catered to the wealthiest customers. Thanks to the use of Christina's person for coitus by a select few of those that traded, it was an extremely successful concern. She was compelled to provide her body to the carpet merchant at the end of every month, and perhaps a couple of N'Wana's wealthier clients each week.

She saw her lover, N'Wana, speaking with K'Suta.

Her owner was smiling at the merchant, and the wooden paddle used for punishment was still hanging on its peg. These two observations conveyed to the bare white aristocrat that she had provided adequate service with her body, and that her bruised buttocks would not receive another punishment today.

Christina hovered near the shop front while business was concluded. She disliked being outside while she was naked as Eve, completely exposed to every African that walked past. However, if she interrupted the negotiation taking place inside she knew that N'Wana would wallop her backside in front of K'Suta and all of the other traders to put her in her place. The merchant eventually walked off, and the bare white slave girl walked inside.

"Customer soon come to buy," said N'Wana. "You all clean to show off rugs?"

"Yes, Mistress," replied the British girl. "I scrubbed myself in the square."

"Good," replied her lover. "All ready for business."

A well to do African gentleman and his wife came in and sat down. Christina's job was to unroll the carpets and hold them up, displaying the shop's wares. Having a beautiful nude white lady show off the stock brought in the customers, and her person was occasionally used as an incentive if there was any haggling over price or quantity. The gentleman's wife was eyeing Lady Burford's lithe figure, so it seemed likely that she would take the white girl into the back room to 'sample the goods' as it were.

Later, as the shop closed, N'Wana and Christina ate together and chatted. They invariably made love before going to sleep. The black woman was both her lover and her owner. The aphrodisiac kept Lady Burford flustered most of her waking hours, and this release became the most pressing thing on her mind by the time each day was ending.

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Queen N'Zinga of Natawe, together with another British businesswoman, had tricked Lady Christina into enslavement five years ago, and subjected her to the most awful punishment and humiliation. She endured slavery for six months, with her person used in the most perverted ways.

Later, Lady Burford had come under Samuel Windsor's ownership as part of a trade deal he had done with the Queen. She naively thought she would be freed by the handsome Englishman when he gained ownership of her, but she was kept in slavery to both further his business interests and warm his bed. Both N'Wana and Christina were owned by Samuel, and slaved for him together.

It was undeniably fun providing pleasure with N'Wana to the handsome Mister Windsor, especially as the aphrodisiac was regularly applied while in his service. At the same time, she felt humiliated by her position as a slave, especially when her person was provided to assist the execution any of his business interests. The only consolation was that Samuel allowed her to wear clothing again, which was a huge relief and at last afforded her some dignity.

N'Wana was head slave, and would punish the British aristocrat whenever necessary. The black girl was quite dominant, and would strip Christina bare and ravish her whenever she felt the urge.

Her fellow slave helped Christina adjust to slavery and made it tolerable. She was always there to give her advice on how to serve, and also hugged and consoled her whenever she found her new life unbearable. N'Wana was the only person in Natawe who provided any sense of compassion and tenderness towards her, and they became lovers. N'Wana had been the closest person in her life for many years now.

N'Wana was smart and aided Windsor in his business endeavours. He was both grateful for this, and also aware that she had a great deal of knowledge of his less than legal business dealings. A bargain was struck between them that she would be granted her freedom and the loan of enough money to start a shop in the city as long as she kept quiet. She requested Christina also, and after some haggling the deal was struck.

Poor Christina was under the impression that this would entail her at last being freed from the slave collar. Again, she was disappointed. N'Wana saw no reason for their relationship or Lady Burford's circumstances to change. As far as she could see, they could still remain lovers, while Christina retained her current place in the hierarchy. Slavery was a complex thing for a titled Englishwoman to understand, and she constantly had to adjust to what would seem unfair in her own culture.

The now free black girl opened new premises, stocked it with the merchandise, and they began to trade. N'Wana was ambitious, and Christina enjoyed a degree of happiness. She had a deep, passionate relationship with her African lover. However, she was always subservient and was ordered to do most of the work. This kept the enslaved white aristocrat fit, young and glowing. N'Wana put on a little weight as all manual labour was left to Christina, but her slight voluptuousness made her all the more attractive.

The interest that Samuel Windsor charged on the loan was high, and he kept the right to foreclose at any time. This was his hold over N'Wana. If she breathed a word about his dealings, she and Christina would find themselves destitute. In turn, this kept Christina on her toes, as she knew that if the shop failed, she would be put up for auction.

Business was slow for months, until Christina suggested to her Mistress that they should appeal to a different type of customer. The white slave girl was responsible for keeping the accounts up to date, as well as pretty much everything else, and she noticed how much more the wealthier, titled customers were spending. N'Wana understood, and they put the rest of the money loaned by Samuel Windsor into the more expensive merchandise.

Her owner had an idea to make their enterprise more attractive to customers. The well to do needed an incentive to visit her stall, and what was more titillating to the Natawe aristocrats than a very well brought up white lady submitting to them?

She promptly announced that Christina was henceforth to slave in her birthday suit. The white girl's slim, attractive body would draw in customers and be the key differentiator between N'Wana's shop and the competition.

The unfortunate British aristocrat pleaded to be allowed to keep her smock, but to no avail. She was owned, and knew that in Natawe slaves did as they were told or suffered consequences. If only she had kept her mouth shut about attracting wealthier customers ...