Chapter 17
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 took them both back to Natawe to enjoy Penelope's slavery and submission to the full.
Penelope was lent to Queen N'Zana for several weeks, where she met Lady Hermione Charlbury, a member of the British aristocracy who was enslaved while waiting for her ransom to be paid.
Both girls are currently serving in the Royal Palace, as naked as Eve.
Lady Cecilia, the manipulative domme who blackmailed Penelope and Hermione, has now been enslaved by Queen N'Zana. The Queen is using her in order to control the Bibury Trading Company.
Daisy has come under the influence of N'Dula, and has also consented to slavery. She has been lent to N'Tada, who runs a tavern in the capital city. Her days are spent serving customers in the bare.
Although Penelope started this odyssey as a consensual sexual adventure, it's becoming apparent that she needs to take action to extricate herself. Otherwise she will end up slaving in her skin forever.
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Penelope Latton was bent forward over the table. Lady Hermione Charlbury was bent forward on the opposite side, so they faced each other just a few inches apart.
They were both naked and collared. The piercing around each girl's clitoris was increasing the fire in her sex, bringing them both close to orgasm.
Behind Penelope was K'Tengi, thrusting his black cock into her cunt.
Behind Hermione was his friend K'Nuka, thrusting into Lady Charlbury's cunny.
The two black men chatted and laughed loudly. They had been best friends for years, and enjoyed using the slaves while discussing business.
The two white girls were dripping with perspiration. Their faces showed that they were in ecstasy and needed release.
"Where did you find these delectable tarts?" asked K'Nuka, while ramming Hermione. "They are willing to do anything we ask!"
"The Queen always knows where to find the most compliant slave girls," laughed K'Tengi as he thrust into Penelope. "Their cunts are smeared daily with the aphrodisiac, and the triangle has been fitted to their pussy lips to arouse them further! Isn't that right, slave girl?"
"Yes..... Lord K'Tengi," replied Penelope in a stifled voice.
He was absolutely right, thought Penelope. Both girls were in thrall to their desires. Having their situation described so openly reinforced the sense of submission and humiliation that kept them wet and excited.
"This is the key to enslavement," said K'Tengi. "Control of a girl's libido means she will submit to any task readily."
This was true. They longed for coitus at every opportunity, and desired to submit. But both of the well brought up young English ladies envisaged being free of the collar as soon as circumstances permitted.
The two slaves whispered to each other.
"We've managed to escape Cecilia's blackmail now," said Penelope, her head jolting forward each time K'Tengi thrust into her. "It's only a matter of time before one of us is freed."
"You're right, dear" replied Lady Charlbury, her body shuddering each time K'Nuka rammed her. "Either you'll be given back to N'Dula, or my ransom will be paid."
"Whoever is released first will purchase the other," suggested Penelope. "Surely it will only be a matter of time?"
"When we return to England, I will throw a huge ball at our family estate," smiled Hermione. "We will celebrate our freedom in style!"
Both girls lurched forward slightly with each thrust. The rings piercing their erect nipples glinted as their breasts bounced.
K'Nuka slapped Hermione's backside harshly.
"Apply yourself, slave girl!" he barked, grabbing Hermione's blonde hair.
"Yes, My Lord," replied Lady Charlbury, pushing her sex more forcefully against his groin to the rhythm. The ever more intense rutting brought her closer to orgasm.
"You don't punish your slaves for talking about freedom?" K'Nuka asked his friend.
K'Tengi laughed again.
"Slaves live in a different world," he replied, slapping Penelope's arse. She moaned with pleasure and closed her eyes. She was close to coming, and this was all that she could now think about. She felt his thighs hammering against her buttocks as he pounded her pussy.
"It seems as though these filthy girls were once wealthy aristocrats?" commented K'Nuka.
"I find it amusing to hear their fantasies about finding release from the collar," replied K'Tengi. "Their past lives are simply history. In reality, their bodies now exist for nothing but providing pleasure. Isn't that right, slave girls?"
"Yes, My Lord," both girls replied in unison, smiling.
"That's the correct answer," K'Tengi informed the women. "A trader is arriving today to take all of our slaves that are surplus to requirements. If you don't put your back into it, you'll find yourselves on the auction block!"
Penelope could feel his cock getting even harder inside her. Debasing well brought up slave girls excited him.
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As soon as they had finished servicing K'Tengi and K'Nuka, Maid N'Deva had despatched Hermione to Lady Cecilia Bibury's office.
She hurried through the streets. As she had not been given the chance to clean herself up, K'Nuka's juices were still visible on her chin and her breasts. The tiny bearings that vibrated inside the piercing in her sex were arousing her again, making her wriggle her thighs a little whenever she stood still.
She heard comments from slaves and free citizens, who were all given the dignity of clothing while she wandered around in her birthday suit.
"Look at slave girl show titties! They bounce proper nice!"
"White bum covered in bruises. She been walloped good today!"
The journey was both erotic and humiliating for the titled Lady Hermione Charlbury. There was nothing that put you in your place as forcefully as being forced to run bare in public while others were allowed garments. In Natawe, she was nothing but a naked, collared slave girl running through town, showing off a striped backside from where her taskmistress had applied the rattan cane.