The summer heat was intense, but the cool water provided respite to the slave girls. They lounged around the front of the boat, naked apart from their collars, as it sailed to the area where pearl diving would soon commence.
Ursula's labours would be quite arduous when they got to their destination, and the Maid on board had no hesitation in applying the paddle or cane for motivation. Ursula's bottom was still quite bruised from a robust walloping that had been applied earlier that morning.
The Maid made sure to apply the aphrodisiac balm to each slave girl's pussy every third day, keeping them all in heat and absolutely submissive. Having the balm rubbed around her cunt so regularly kept Ursula's mind addled. All she could think about was rutting, except when the rattan cane was applied to her bare bottom to direct her to whatever task had been assigned.
"You can oil your titties now!" barked the Maid who motivated and controlled the enslaved women. The bare girls were commanded to oil each other from top to toe every few hours to protect their skin from the sun.
The nude slaves all stopped and paired up. Ursula's white body stood out against the ebony skin of her peers.
N'Desa, a beautiful slim black girl, had been paired with the English slave. Ursula began by rubbing the oil over her ebony companion's arms and back, and then down onto her tight backside. It was so beautifully shaped, and it felt delightful to knead and rub those gorgeous black buttocks.
"Ouch!" yelped Ursula as the rattan cane made sharp contact with her bare bottom.
"Hurry up!" shouted the Maid. "You have to oil the rest of her! Don't take all day!"
Ursula continued, coating N'Desa's legs and stomach, and then dwelling on her breasts and pussy a little too long before being given a second stripe with the cane. She felt cheated, but knew she would find pleasure later after the day's work was complete.
"Now it's my turn," giggled Ursula, and stood with her legs apart and her hands behind her head, presenting herself fully and giggling.
Being oiled was utterly erotic. First her back and her legs, then her bum. Ursula loved to have her bare bottom played with, and took a sharp intake of breath as N'Desa lightly tickled the crease between her buttocks. The wind blowing across her most private parts stimulated her even further, underlining her position as a naked asset.
"You are beautifully inked," said N'Desa, noting the tattoo covering one of Ursula's buttocks. It showed illustrations of the awful implements used by N'Fala to motivate the British girl. Paddles, straps, canes and manacles were all part of the design.
"My last Mistress was most creative with my decorations," replied Ursula. She had come to like the way that her owner, N'Fala, had made cosmetic changes to her person. There was also a tattoo across one of her breasts, and the word 'Slave', written in beautiful copper-plate, just above her pussy.
Then she turned round and felt her fellow slave touching her most intimate places. Her breasts were kneaded and fondled. The black girl flicked the rings piercing the pink nipples, and Ursula's eyes glazed over.
And then her pussy. Ursula started to move her hips in time with the movements of N'Desa's fingers across her sex, hoping to achieve release.
"You have the triangle fitted!" giggled N'Desa. It was a ring piercing Ursula's clitoral hood, and curving round so that the tiny balls at either end rested tightly against her nubbin. Inside each was a ball bearing that vibrated as the blonde girl moved, stimulating her clitoris. N'Desa flicked it lightly and watched Ursula's thighs quiver.
Another yelp. Another stripe across her bare white bottom. And then they were finished oiling each other. And then back to work.
The nude slave girls dived off the side of the ship, all of them bare apart from their slave collars, and swam down under the surface. The quota of pearls had to be retrieved, otherwise harsh correction would be administered.
******
Two weeks earlier, Ursula had been laying on the bed with her owner, N'Fala. They were both naked and rampant. The intense summer heat made them desire each other constantly. Black and white skin engaging in carnal fury.
"That was very enjoyable," said the dark skinned N'Fala to her slave as they paused to rest for a moment. "You pleasure me exceedingly well."
"There's nothing I desire more than to rut with my Mistress," replied the white slave girl. "Are you ready to go again?"
"In a few minutes," said N'Fala, grabbing Ursula's blonde hair, pulling the English girl's face close to her own. "It's time for you to be basted again."
"But I was oiled only yesterday, Mistress?"
"Over you go," said N'Fala, pulling Ursula onto all fours. "An extra dose for you, my love."
The nude white girl knew she had no choice, and resigned herself to a further loss of self control as the balm was applied. She could feel N'Fala applying a glob of the aphrodisiac to her pussy and start to rub it around her loins. In seconds, the heat in her sex was taken to another level. She could hardly focus her eyes as N'Fala's fingers went in and out.
"The Natawe Security Service needs to obtain information on the port facilities in the City," continued the domina, teasing Ursula's most personal place. "We know that the owner of one of the boats will be purchasing a slave at this week's auction."
Ursula knew that her person would likely need to be provided in whatever scheme that N'Fala and N'Dula had cooked up. She was so rampant now she couldn't think of anything other than the hope of finding release again. She closed her eyes as her Mistress played with her, driving her wild.
"I'm popping you on the auction block today."
Poor Ursula didn't know what to say. She could barely speak.
******
Her delivery to the auction house had been timed to the same hour that the boat owners would be arriving. With a little bribery of the auctioneer, the nude British woman would go on the block without much competition from other buyers.
N'Fala had explained as they marched toward the auction house that her Deed of Title would be properly transferred to whoever purchased her, and she would remain in their ownership until the slave girl was sold again.
The naked British woman was too flustered from the recent basting to ask any questions. She was totally rampant and submissive, wriggling her hips whenever they paused to talk. All she could think about was rutting. Whatever N'Fala commanded she would willingly do, as long as she could achieve relief at some point.
Ursula's lover grabbed her by the hair, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply.
"If you don't provide the information that we require," said N'Fala, looking her slave girl in the eye. "Then you can forget about me ever purchasing you back. You're on your own now until you deliver the goods."
All that Ursula would be left with was to spy and work, naked, as hard as she could, towards an uncertain return to her lover, N'Fala.
"Your friend, Sophia is doing well at the Royal Palace," said N'Fala as they walked on. "Apparently she's absolutely rampant, and is adapting to her enslavement very well."
