Ursula and her African peer, N'Daka stood outside the auction house, waiting for their owners to collect them. They stood submissively to attention in a line near the wall, legs apart and hands behind their heads.
N'Daka wore a clean white smock. After being marched naked on the coffle from P'Kula, she had the chain removed from her collar and was given the garment to wear. As she and Ursula were only being transported to their owners, and not sold, they were sent straight into the collection area, and not put onto the auction block.
"That was the most exhausting journey," said N'Daka. "I'm glad to finally be given clothing again. I've never been marched bare on the coffle before."
Ursula grimaced at the unintended reminder of her situation. The British woman stood completely naked, apart from the metal collar around her neck.
The white slave girl's collar bore the indented marks indicating to all that a Covenant had been added to her Deed of Title, stipulating that she was never to wear clothing again, regardless of who purchased her. Slaves who were badly behaved were occasionally Covenanted Bare to reinforce to them their position in Natawe society.
"There's no fairness to this," said the nude caucasian slave girl. "Enslaved by my lover, and now forced to spend my days in my birthday suit."
"My dear, slaves in Natawe have to adjust to all manner of humiliation," replied N'Daka. "It's not a decision of yours, so why trouble yourself about it? There's absolutely nothing you can do to change your situation."
"This is all so alien to me, N'Daka," explained the British slave girl.
"I'm sure your lover, N'Fala, will be pleased with your being so completely exposed," laughed N'Daka. "Everyone here will be delighted to see a pair of bare white titties bouncing around as you hurry to your chores."
N'Daka's words reinforced Ursula's enslavement. Her nipples stood up, tight and pointy, as the aphrodisiac balm turned the white slave girl's forced exhibitionism into a desire to rut, in the same way that alchemy might turn base metal into gold.
Both girls had been led naked on the coffle all the way from P'Kula. At the end of each day's march the aphrodisiac was applied. The line of slaves would be ordered to bend forward with their legs apart while the slave trader's assistants applied the balm. Each evening Ursula would feel the oily substance smeared around and inside her pussy, making her short of breath and unable to focus her eyes as the fire between her thighs consumed her. After a minute of being teased and edged, she would start wiggling her hips in ecstasy. Then, suddenly, she would feel a harsh slap to her backside, and the basting would be over.
At night, the slave girls would eagerly devour each other's bodies in a writhing mass of breasts, tongues and pussies until they fell asleep, exhausted. During the following day they would often masturbate as they marched, desperate for release. Then, by evening, it would all be repeated again.
The damned balm never let up for a moment. Ursula coveted the modesty that N'Daka had been afforded simply because forced nudity addled the basted girl's mind, bringing about an intense need to submit and be taken. Her lewdness knew no bounds, but she reasoned that a simple smock to cover herself might help her regain some control.
She rubbed her thighs together, and immediately felt a leather strap make rough, sharp contact with her buttocks.
WHACK! The sound of leather striking bare maiden flesh. Another red mark across her bum.
"Stay in line while you wait to be redeemed!" barked the auction house Maid who had just administered correction to Ursula's beautiful bottom.
"You're just going to have to bear it," continued N'Daka. "And because of your Covenant, more discipline will likely be applied. Outside of P'Kula, only very badly behaved slave girls labour in just their skin."
From where they stood, they could see the auction block. Each sale followed the same process. There were so many beautiful black slave girls being sold, one after another.
First, the girl would be marched onto the block.
Occasionally, if the girl was new to slavery, she might struggle a little. She would be ordered to pull off her smock, showing her person. For a few seconds she would try to cover her nudity with her hands, until the auctioneer's assistant walloped her backside with the leather strap.
If the girl had been marched here on the coffle, then she would already be bare and dosed with the aphrodisiac. Away with the fairies, smiling and exhibiting herself without a shred of modesty.
As the auctioneer called for bids, the girl would then be commanded to move around, showing her person to the crowd.
As the final bid was heard, the auctioneer would bang his gavel on his lectern, as his assistant gave the nude girl's bare buttocks a final whack with the leather strap.
The auctioned girl would finally be handed a white smock. As she dressed, she would be led down the steps to the collection area, where Ursula and N'Daka stood, to wait for her new owner to collect her. It seemed so unfair that these African slave girls were being dressed, while Ursula stood there in the buff.
The nudity and submission taking place on the block started to excite the bare white girl again. If only the slave trader watching them would disappear for a few minutes, she would have an opportunity to pleasure herself, and gain a little relief.
"Watching the slave girls being sold is making you rampant again" laughed N'Daka. "We can all see your stiff nipples and the wiggle of your bottom."
Ursula blushed as the other girls that were lined up for collection giggled at her predicament. They surmised that she was a stranger to modesty and was some sort of savage.
"Naughty nudey girl showing off pussy!"
"She's never worn clothes, has she? Imagine being so brazen that you walk through the streets in the bare."
Ursula tried to argue otherwise, but there was certainly no evidence to contradict the first impressions made of her.
Naked. Aroused. Red marks across her delicate white bottom.
******
N'Dula arrived to collect her slave and lover, N'Daka.
As Ursula had presumed, she brought papers of manumission. N'Daka was delighted to be given her emancipation.
"We'll go to the market and find you some more appropriate clothing," said N'Dula as the blacksmith removed her lover's collar. "You're free now, my darling."
N'Daka grinned. She couldn't wait for the opportunity to wear fine clothes, spend her own money, or choose whatever she wanted to do. All the things denied to slaves.
Ursula had been completely ignored during the conversation, and so took the liberty of interrupting.
"Mistress, is there any news of when I will have completed my service to you?" said the British girl. "You remember our agreement when I signed myself over to you as a slave?"
"My dear Ursula," replied N'Dula. "This is no longer anything to do with me. N'Fala asked for your Deed of Title to be transferred to her as compensation for her wrongful conviction. As that conviction involved Queen N'Zana, it was entirely out of my hands. I was bound to put things right for her without involving the Royal Palace wherever possible."
"But it was my secret message to you that resulted in N'Fala's freedom!" begged the exposed white girl. "She would still be enslaved otherwise. And the sending of that message to you was the very thing that has resulted in my permanent immodesty."
"To be frank," replied N'Dala. "It was quite rebellious of you to contact me the way that you did. Any taskmistress finding her slave being so treacherous would be quite within their rights to have her Covenanted Bare."
Ursula was at a loss for words. Her action to rescue herself and N'Fala seemed to have benefited everybody around her, but the only result for herself was to have lost the right to wear garments.
"And don't interrupt a free citizen again, slave girl!" said N'Daka, walloping Ursula's backside so hard that a red handprint was visible on one of her delicate white buttocks.
"Yes, Free Citizen," grimaced the white girl, acutely aware of N'Daka's new status in relation to a lowly naked slave.
N'Dula and her newly freed lover walked off, arm in arm, laughing and chatting.
