The year is 1927. Penelope Latton 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 was 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.
The two girls have in turn been lent by the Queen to serve in a carpet shop in the market square.
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Penelope Latton and Lady Hermione Charlbury sat up on the floor of the carpet shop, nude, with their legs apart and their knees lifted. They presented a clear view of their shaved, smooth cunnies to each other. Both had expressions on their faces showing that they were near orgasm, and were perspiring.
"Try not to move," gasped Penelope. "It's the only way to get any relief from these bloody things."
"I'm trying, my dear," replied Hermione. "I just hope the feeling abates a little. It's as much as I can do not to fiddle with myself, even though I know that would make things worse."
The source of their consternation was their recent piercings "down south", as it were. A curved bar went through the fleshy hood above each slave girl's clitoris. This bar curved round almost in a full arc, ending with tiny circular balls at each end, nudging up against the poor girl's clitoris. This was known as the 'Triangle' by local slavers. Inside each tiny ball were even smaller metal bearings. The result was that whenever the slave moved, vibrations from the movement of the bearings would be transmitted to the poor girl's nubbin.
Both slaves were regularly humiliated in public by having the immensely powerful Natawe aphrodisiac applied to their most intimate parts every three days. They would both be ordered to stand with the palms of their hands against the side of the shop, and their bottoms displayed, with their legs apart. N'Vuna would pull up a stool and sit down behind each slave in turn, holding a jug of the powerful balm, and lather it around the girl's cunny, pushing her finger in and out of the slave's sex. They would be shaking with lust while all the passers-by ogled them submitting in the most lascivious way.
The new piercings, combined with the aphrodisiac, meant that these naked white girls were now constantly subjected to the most unbearable stimulation and desire. Any movement by either girl seemed to trigger a firecracker going off in her sex, leaving her desperate to orgasm.
The raised nipples of each slave girl were now pierced with rings to give them an exotic, sensual appearance. Their tongues were also pierced with a small stud to improve their ability to perform cunnilingus and fellatio.
How low the two members of the British upper classes had fallen. They looked like the most libidinous tarts, and had given up on any sense of decorum or modesty.
There was obviously no consultation about the adornments, as it was made clear at all times that a slave's appearance - dressed, nude, pierced - was none of her concern. They would experience the consequences of whatever their owner decided as it occurred.
They had been marched off that morning by N'Vuna to the local slave merchant, who ordered the slave girls to lie down on a wooden bench while he applied the metal enhancements. They were tied down and given a rag to bite on for the brief, painful insertion of the adornments.
As they got up from the bench and moved, the vibration from their movements stimulated the most intimate part of their persons. Wave after wave of desire overtook them as they were marched back to the shop, and their hips visibly trembled as they walked.
After returning to the shop, they spent the afternoon putting the newly received carpets on display. Hermione had already tried fiddling with herself once while they moved about, and then realised that this just made the tiny bearings vibrate more, making the sensation unbearable. Penelope was constantly close to cumming, and found it hard to concentrate. Now that the task was finished, they sat down opposite each other, quite motionless, trying to regain composure.
Slavery here was so degrading and devoid of any sense of modesty. Being pierced in the most private parts of one's person without any consultation certainly taught aristocratic white ladies their place in Natawe society.
N'Vuna entered their shop and saw the two naked women sitting up.
"Good grief," exclaimed N'Vuna. "Lazy slave girls sitting on their backsides!"
The two girls quickly got up, realising that the Punisher or the Bruiser would be applied to their derrieres if they slackened. The movement made the tiny balls vibrate again, and both women started rubbing their thighs together, which just made things worse. Penelope was breathing rapidly, trying to achieve any sense of calm or control over her quite rampant libido.
"They're going to have to get used to their adornments," said N'Vuna's husband, K'Doma, as he joined them. "They'll either find the discipline to control themselves, or we'll instil it into them."
He held up the carpet beater that the two slaves were compelled to refer to as the Bruiser. This wicked implement lived up to its name, leaving a slave girl's buttocks coloured black and blue.
Hermione and Penelope spent the rest of the day fetching and carrying for their current taskmaster and taskmistress. They were close to cumming almost the entire day, and constantly found it hard to focus.
Penelope was sent to deliver merchandise to the other side of the city again. As she walked naked through the streets, passers-by noticed that she was aroused, and also commented loudly on her piercings.
"White girl properly owned now! Rings in nipples and triangle fitted!"
"She proper horny all day!"
Her vacant and delirious expression confirmed what was said about her as she hurried to make the delivery.
On her way back to the shop, she ran into a quiet alleyway and started to masturbate herself rapidly. However, her frantic fingering made the sensation even stronger. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her.
"I thought I saw you run down here so I followed you," said N'Tumi, the naked black slave girl that Penelope sneaked off to rut with most days. "You couldn't wait for me today, then?"
Penelope was desperate.
"Oh, N'Tumi," replied Penelope, hardly able to catch her breath. "I'm in an awful situation. Look what N'Vuna and K'Doma have done to me."
Penelope put her hands through her hair and moved her legs apart, showing the nipple rings and the piercing in her sex. Her hips wriggled for a second until the movement clearly made her excited again. She draw a sharp breath, and then the slave girl did her best to stay completely still.
"Crikey!" exclaimed N'Tumi. "I'm not surprised you're flustered. You must be ready to boil over. Having a quick wank won't give relief for very long."
N'Tumi had clearly picked up some vulgar British vernacular while she attended her English public school. She grabbed hold of Penelope, spun her around and bent her forward, slapping her backside.
