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 temporarily bonded.
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.
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.
Cecilia got her revenge by tricking a local slave trader into having both Hermione and Penelope marched to the Western Province's slave auctions to be sold.
Penelope is now owned by Harriet Wilkinson-Smythe, who owns the local spa. She has been lent to her old suitor, Algernon, who is working for Harriet.
Lady Hermione Charlbury has just been sold to the owner of a resort that caters for both local Nataweans, as well as westerners visiting to enjoy the sensual delights of slavery.
Queen N'Zana has tasked N'Tumi, a slave girl, and the free Jemima Thrupp to rescue Penelope.
N'Suru and Daisy are two other slave girls who have been despatched to retrieve Hermione.
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The nude Penelope Latton woke up next to Algernon. Since being lent to him by her owner, Harriet, her person had been used extensively for his entertainment.
She rolled towards the free citizen and watched him laying on his back, asleep. He looked so peaceful now, which contrasted completely with the way that he continually devoured her. As soon as he awoke, she knew that he would ravish her again.
She had to admit that her rutting with Algernon, although coercive, was energetic, athletic and imaginative. He didn't provide much in the way of personality, but it was a physical relationship that excited her.
She turned her head to look at her bottom. On one buttock was a tattoo of ownership, added at the slave auction where she was sold to Harriet. Her Deed of Title stated that she was Covenanted Bare, which meant no clothing whatsoever, not even a metal collar. The tattoo was a more attractive alternative to branding favoured in the Western Provinces where she now slaved.
There were also numerous bruises across her dimpled derriere. Harriet's Maid visited every day, and administered the strap or the paddle according to N'Lika's report on her behaviour. It was clear that these reports exaggerated any of Penelope's misdemeanours, causing harsher punishment, to ensure that the nude slave girl was never complacent. Each time, Penelope would be dragged naked into the Market Square by her hair, ordered to put her hands against a wall and push her bottom out, and then receive her correction publicly while passers by ogled and cheered.
The punishments were abrupt and left her bottom stinging, but after the strokes were administered, the domination and humiliation always left her feeling rampant.
The other aspect of the Covenant was that she had to have her sex basted with the Natawe aphrodisiac every day without fail, which was already starting to bring her to the boil. She rubbed her thighs together, acutely aware that she needed a good rogering.
The slave girl gently pulled the sheets off of Algeron, revealing the beginnings of his morning erection. The Master needed gently waking, and she needed to rut. There was an equitable solution which would satisfy both requirements.
Penelope moved closer and put her lips around his member, gently bobbing her head up and down. Algernon was half way between sleep and consciousness, not bothering to move. Why should a free citizen exert himself when a slave was there to provide pleasure?
She teased his member until it became hard and erect, then she moved over and mounted him. Miss Latton kneeled across his torso, with his cock inside her, and began to ride him, playing with her breasts as she bounced up and down.
As a slave, she put in all the effort to satisfy the free citizen that had control of her. She began to perspire and closed her eyes in ecstasy, moving faster and faster. She knew that she was owned and provided for his service and pleasure, and she worshipped his cock as she rutted. She knew that, as a naked slave girl, she was honoured to have the Master's rod inside her. As slavery and submission took over the very fibre of her being, she came loudly, moaning and bucking her hips.
Algernon smiled as Penelope dismounted and moved her mouth back to his cock. She bobbed her head up and down slurping loudly for several minutes until she felt his jizzum spurting into the back of her throat.
"Penelope," laughed Algernon, opening his eyes. "You are the most perfect alarm clock!"
The slave girl swallowed down his load and giggled.
"Thank you, Master," she replied, smiling broadly.
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Lady Charlbury's interactions with free citizens at the resort depended on whether they were western or native Nataweans.
With the locals - the visiting Nataweans, and also the Maids at the resort - Hermione was a naked slave girl who should know her place. There was no time for manners - she followed the commands that were barked at her, or else further bruises were added to her backside.
The western guests were quite different. They were extremely polite and well mannered. There was no mistake - her position as a slave was absolutely clear. She was to provide her person in any way required, and present a happy disposition when doing so.
However, conversations were more convivial, and she was usually referred to by her title. The guests found it titillating to have this extremely posh tottty provided for their pleasure, and polite interaction made this more apparent.
N'Wasa, her owner, introduced her, in a pastiche of formality, fully aware of the eroticism conjured up by this role play.
"Mister Coxwell, may I present Lady Hermione Charlbury, for your pleasure."
Hermione stood nude, with her hands lifting her blonde hair, presenting her breasts pertly for the gentleman who had requested her. Her skin had been freshly oiled just before she had been brought here. She exuded vitality, and looked exquisite. Her eyes conveyed that she needed to fuck, and she rubbed her thighs together with anticipation.
"Pleased to meet you, your Ladyship," replied Geoffrey Coxwell. "I must say, you look quite outstanding!"
"You are too kind, Mister Coxwell," replied Lady Charlbury, smiling.
"Here are the implements that you requested, Mister Coxwell," said N'Wasa, holding out a pair of handcuffs.
Geoffrey took the handcuffs, and the naked white girl lowered her arms and offered her wrists to him, smiling with anticipation.
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Lady Charlbury lay on her back on the bed in one of the guest rooms. Her wrists were handcuffed to the headboard, which her submissive side was very much enjoying. Mister Geoffrey Coxwell rutted her voraciously. He was firmly inside her, and she had her legs firmly around his hips, with her ankles tight against his buttocks. He was fit and muscular, and thrust most forcefully, jolting Hermione's body and making her grunt and moan each time. This was bringing the slave girl closer and closer to the climax that she desired.
"I must say, Lady Charlbury," Mister Coxwell spoke. "You're quite magnificent when you're on your back."
Hermione's body shook each time he thrusted.
"Thank...you.......umph....Mister...Coxwell," replied Lady Charlbury, finding it difficult to speak as he plunged into her. She closed her eyes as she neared release for the third time in their marathon rutting session.
The naked slave girl was perspiring, as sweat rolled down her breasts and over her stomach. Her breasts jiggled with each firm thrust.