Lady Cecilia Bibury's Bentley arrived at the entrance to Buscott Manor, and was waved through at the gate.
As the car motored along the long tree-lined driveway, she wondered to herself how Penelope Latton and Lady Hermione Charlbury, the enslaved girls that she was blackmailing, had performed during their time under the whip of Lord and Lady Buscott.
Cecilia had provided the slave girls to butter up Lord Buscott, so that he would be more inclined to invest in the Bibury Trading Company's renewed ventures in Natawe. It was an utterly carnal form of corporate entertainment.
N'Suru, the slave girl from Daisy's villa in Natawe, walked out to greet her. She wore a black housekeeper's uniform, which looked very fetching and elegant. Combined with her metal slave collar, the beautiful black girl looked both smart and sensual.
"Good afternoon, Mistress," said N'Suru. "I hope your journey was a pleasant one.
N'Suru was quite the paradox. She was stark naked when Cecilia first met her, owned by a harsh Mistress who did not permit her slaves to wear clothing. During that time she laboured all day in nothing but her skin.
However, she had the most perfect diction, manners and comportment. She also seemed to be quite well educated. Often, slaves in Natawe had come from higher social levels. Her drop in status could be due to the girl falling in debt, or even due to insolvency of her parents. Whatever the reason, it wasn't important. Cecilia currently had a very well brought up young black girl enslaved and ready to do whatever was commanded.
The same often happened to white ladies who visited, as could be evidenced by the enslavement of Penelope Latton and Lady Hermione Charlbury. Cecilia had extended their servitude by tricking them into signing forged documents implicating them both in Samuel Windsor's fraudulent activities on an international scale. If she chose to reveal them to Her Majesty's Government, the two women could be imprisoned for many years. If the papers were revealed to the Natawe administrators, their slavery would be made permanent. Due to this, she was able to bring them to England while still keeping them in servitude.
As an encouragement, Lady Bibury told them that if they applied themselves (and their bodies) diligently, she might destroy the papers. She could decide later whether or not to follow through with this bargain, as Penelope and Hermione certainly had no leverage in the matter.
Lady Bibury walked with N'Suru around to the back of the house, where Lady Persephone Buscott was sitting by a garden table sipping tea. The summer weather had been delightful so far, bathing everything in warm sunshine.
"Cecilia!" called Persephone, standing to greet her friend. "It's wonderful to have you back at Buscott House."
The two women hugged tightly. Cecilia kissed Lady Buscott full on the lips. Persephone pushed her tongue into her friend's mouth and gently held her head. They stayed, clasped together, for nearly a minute before pulling away, breathless.
"Gosh, that makes one feel absolutely vibrant," said Persephone, winking. "I suppose you're wondering what's been going on with the two little tarts that you lent me?"
"As you very well know, they're very wealthy, upper class young ladies," laughed Cecilia. "It's amazing how the leather strap and the Natawe aphrodisiac can awaken a girl's subservience and entirely remove her modesty."
"Well, let's go and have a look!" replied Persephone, leading Cecilia to the water garden.
"Come with us, girl," she called to N'Suru. "And drop your knickers!"
N'Suru immediately pulled her uniform over her head and dropped it to the ground. She quickly removed her shoes and stepped out of her underwear, then hurried on in front of the two aristocrats as naked as Eve, apart from the slave collar around her neck. The black girl darted along like a gazelle, clearly comfortable with being naked while those around her were clothed.
"Her buttocks move beautifully as she runs, don't you think?" said Lady Buscott, watching the muscles in N'Suru's backside ripple. The sun on her flesh delineated the dark curves perfectly.
"Yes, they're delightful to watch," replied Cecilia. "Have you made use of her charms?"
"Absolutely! She's quite diligent and applied herself to my cunny with vigour. However, I've kept her dressed most of the time, mostly to reinforce to the white girls that N'Suru is superior to them."
They wandered down the steps, past the fountains and water features. Lining the walkway on either side were statues of nude ladies in all manner of erotic poses. Examples of Persephone's erotic sculpting abilities were all around them. There were representations of cunnilingus, fingering, use of double ended phalluses and several other sexual entertainments.
"These pieces are very well done, Persephone," said Lady Bibury. "The form is exceedingly accurate and life-like. They're also quite filthy. But where are the two white slaves?"
"Let's see if you can spot one of them from a distance," said Persephone, laughing.
Cecilia looked down the row of erotic figures and noticed one near the end of the path with her hand touching her sex. She noticed a slight wiggle of the girl's hips, certainly due to the aphrodisiac being regularly applied to her cunny, and the piercings in her sex that aroused the poor girl further. She could pick out the rings in the slave's nipples.
Of course! Lady Buscott had applied a layer of grey paint to the girl's skin. She was now serving as a live decoration in the statue garden! There was a barely perceptible movement of her hand as she surreptitiously attempted to masturbate.
The trio walked over to examine the living statue.
"What have you been told about fiddling with yourself?" enquired Lady Buscott.
The paint applied to her body covered up Hermione's blushes.
"I'm sorry, Lady Buscott," replied the naked Lady Hermione. "I just get so flustered, and find my heat so hard to control."
"N'Suru, fetch the cane," ordered Persephone.
The naked black girl hurried off to retrieve the implement of punishment. Her backside rippled beautifully as she ran to the house.
The blonde British aristocrat felt completely vulnerable. The blackmail by Lady Bibury had lowered her status to that of a naked slave girl serving her clothed fellow countrymen.
"Where is the brunette?" asked Cecilia. "Is she being made useful? I can't abide a lazy slave."
"She's assisting with a picnic near the village," laughed Lady Buscott. "With the good weather, I think it's good for her to get the air to her body, don't you think?"
Both women laughed. The humiliation that Penelope would be feeling, being paraded naked near Buscott Village, must be excruciating.
******
Back in the African state of Natawe, Daisy was in a pickle.
The title to her person had been signed over by N'Dula for three months to N'Vuna, owner of the carpet shop. She had slaved there for three weeks now, culminating in yesterday's debauchery at the temple, where she had been used in a display of copulation for the pleasure of the congregation. Whenever she thought back to this she became wet with excitement, due to the daily application of the aphrodisiac to her cunny.
N'Vuna's plan had become clear. She had decided to capitalise on the remaining part of the slave girl's lease.
Most people in the city had either seen or heard of her lascivious display in the Temple. The decadent Nataweans were now aware of this exotic, rampant white girl. It was clear they would pay a hefty price to own this delicacy for the several weeks remaining of her lease.
The white slave girl had been marched to the central square on auction day. Several collared, black girls stood in a row for passers-by to appraise. They all wore the usual white smock common amongst Natawe's slaves. Apart from Daisy, who was as naked as the day she was born.
The summer heat was unrelenting. Perspiration dripped down Daisy's body. The central square was noisy, and the sound of drums could be heard from a building nearby. It was the most crowded area of the city, and it seemed that the white girl's person was being ogled by all of Africa.
A voluptuous black woman stepped forward and played with Daisy's breasts. The unfortunate American girl knew she would be punished if she flinched or tried to cover herself, so she stood motionless as she was examined. The black woman stroked the slave girl's nipples and watched them rise.
"She is as immodest as we've all heard," exclaimed the free citizen examining Daisy, putting her fingers to the white girl's cunt. "And as wet as the monsoon rains!"
The crowd laughed as the nude slave girl was groped and examined. Daisy wriggled with excitement. She blushed crimson as her arousal became visible to the crowd. If only the prospective purchaser would continue rubbing her cunny until the job was done.
"She's been well trained," responded N'Vuna. "The little tart will not only work hard, but also warm your bed ravenously!"
Daisy felt quite uncomfortable being referred to in this way, but there was no denying that she was aroused.
"Do you include clothing for her in the purchase price?"
"There is a covenant in her primary lease forbidding the wearing of clothes," responded N'Vuna. "This means that she knows her place, and there is no laundry to attend to. It's so easy to keep the slave presentable - just wallop her backside and point her in the direction of the nearest horse trough to wash herself down."
"That is indeed convenient," responded the potential purchaser. "It will be delightful to watch those wonderful breasts bounce as she runs to her errands."
"And to see those perfect white buttocks after you have corrected her!"
Daisy knew that this was her cue to turn round and show her beautiful dimpled bottom. There were bruises on each buttock, from where she had been recently paddled. Her purchaser patted the two delectable, bruised peaches being presented and grinned.
Hands shook, money was exchanged, documents were signed. A chain was affixed to the nude white girl's collar. A quick tug, and off Daisy trotted at the behest of her new owner.
******
The naked Penelope carried the basket of food along the back road from the Buscott estate. Very few residents of the village used this route to the open field near the pond, but one local woman spied her as she walked.
"Another one of his Lordship's tarts running around with her fanny out!" called the villager.
