Ursula was quite exhausted. The last leg of the journey to M'Tasa, where N'Kusa lived, was a twelve kilometre walk. N'Kusa decided that they would complete it in one stretch, rather than stopping to sleep overnight.
To be honest, this was a very easy decision for the curvaceous African woman to make. All she carried was a rattan cane to motivate the white slave girl.
Ursula, however, had to carry the metal jug on one shoulder, which she had been dispatched to deliver to the other side of the country. And, on the other shoulder, N'Kusa's luggage.
Her one advantage, if you could call it that, was that she was not burdened with the weight of any clothing. The British girl walked quite naked, apart from her slave collar, from which a metal chain led to her African taskmistress, who gripped the other end. Ursula's bare buttocks bore several red stripes from the application by her superior of the cane.
It was the year 1928, and somehow a very posh, privately educated British woman was slaving naked in public. The humiliation was excruciating. Especially as the Natawe aphrodisiac turned this feeling of vulnerability into sensuality and eroticism for the unfortunate white girl. Ursula delighted in flaunting herself as she walked. Every inch of her person was exposed to every clothed African that walked past. She longed to touch herself, but flushed with embarrassment at the thought of doing it in public.
"We're almost there, slave girl," said N'Kusa. "I have very much enjoyed owning you for the last few days."
"It has been an honour to serve you, N'Kusa," replied the naked white girl. "Do you happen to know somebody who would care to make use of this slave while she is here?"
This was a serious matter. Ursula had nothing except her slave collar. She had no right to clothing, money or food. She had to rely on her wits to carry out the task assigned to her - the delivery of the metal jug to P'Kula, another thirty-five kilometres north.
An errant slave, wandering around with no means of support, could easily be grabbed by slavers and sold at an auction in the Western Provinces. Her temporary circumstance as a slave would then become permanent. Ursula was at her most vulnerable. She was thirty-five kilometres from her owner, N'Dula. And thirty-five kilometres from where she needed to deliver the metal jug.
"This slave girl works hard, and knows how to please an owner," begged Ursula. "A naked white girl would be a decorative addition to any household."
"I can understand your predicament," said N'Kusa.
This was certainly not true, as the black woman clearly had no understanding of the daily struggle of a slave girl. N'Kusa had the right to freedom, clothing, money and to make decisions about her person. Ursula's social status, however, meant servitude. And a dose of the paddle or the leather strap if she fell short.
"I can see if my family need a girl to do for them," the black woman continued. "A pair of bare white titties bouncing around the villa would provide the most delectable view. I'm keen to use you for a little longer, so I'll put in a good word."
Ursula felt her domina tug the metal leash, which was a signal to stop. N'Kusa attached the end of the chain to a nearby wooden post.
"Put those things down," said the black woman, patting Ursula's white bottom, indicating that she should lean forward. "We need to get you ready for inspection."
The nude white girl knew exactly what was about to happen. She put down the jug and N'Kusa's bag, and leant forward against the post. She moved her legs apart. She could feel her Mistress's fingers against her pussy, smearing the aphrodisiac balm. N'Kusa's digits rubbed the oil around the engorged pussy, and began to move in and out of her cunt. She was being basted with the oil in public, just as dozens of other free citizens were passing them on the road.
Ursula began to writhe and wriggle her hips. She was now a stranger to modesty, and her brain was addled by lewdness, the aphrodisiac oil, and enforced nudity. She felt her pussy being invaded and stimulated by N'Kusa, at the same time as being completely vulnerable in public. She was owned, and understood that those that owned her had a right to use her as they wished. The submission excited her further. She began to moan.
"Look at that filthy slave girl," called a woman from a passing cart. "She's practically fucking herself against her Mistress's fingers!"
Just then, N'Kusa withdrew her fingers, and loudly slapped the white buttocks gyrating in front of her.
"No orgasms for you until you've been checked over by our Maid," said the domina.
A naked white girl, chained to a post, leaning forward with her legs open, perspiration running down her body.
"I think it's time we moved on," laughed N'Kusa, slapping the white slave girl's bare bottom a second time. "To pass the time, you can tell me about when you rut with the other slave girls in N'Dula's villa."
Ursula hesitated, as usual, in relating details of the plundering of her person. N'Kusa applied the rattan cane across her bare white bottom to motivate her.
The white girl picked up the jug and the bag, and began to relate the conquest of herself as she walked.
******
Ursula arrived at N'Dula's villa after the journey from England, sitting on the back of a wagon. It was just over an hour since the ship had docked in Natawe, and she was aware that her introduction to the country would involve firm discipline and some humiliation.
She wore a rough smock with nothing underneath, and the slave collar that N'Dula had fitted back in London. No trace of being anything more than a slave, apart from her posh Cotswold accent.
"Slave girl come quick!" barked N'Dula's Maid, N'Qunu. "Get ready for serve at villa."
Ursula looked at N'Dula, who smiled and winked at her.
"I'd hurry if I were you," said her owner. "My Maid can be quite heavy-handed when a slave girl is being bratty."
The British girl climbed down and walked into a large barn, where the Maid was waiting. In the middle of the barn was a smallish tin bath, filled with water.
"Strip bare, titties out!" shouted N'Qunu. "Get slave scrubbed ready for work!"
Ursula had been well versed in how to behave by N'Dula during the journey from England. Even though she was a tad apprehensive about baring her person, the aphrodisiac made her feel frisky at the prospect of forced exhibitionism. The Natawe oil won, and she pulled her smock over her head, standing bare apart from her slave collar. She stepped into the bath. It wasn't large enough to sit down, so Ursula had to stand, while soaping herself up and rinsing herself off.
As she washed, she was aware of two black slave girls entering the barn.
"Hello, new girl," said the tall, slender one. "I am N'Rupa, and you'll be slaving with us."
"And I am N'Daka," said the shorter, more curvaceous slave, ogling Ursula's naked form. "You'll be working and fucking with us while you're here. We're very excited to be able to explore such beautiful white skin."
