Ursula

Ursula couldn't bear it much longer. The constant nudity for months on end. Having the aphrodisiac applied to her sex, every other day now. The piercings in her sex, which contained the tiny ball bearings that moved and vibrated against her clit and aroused her every time she moved.

The nude British slave girl was unable to concentrate on anything other than her libido. She knew that if she was unable to make herself focus, then she would undoubtedly drop something, and then be punished again. Her bottom had already been reddened by the paddle a couple of hours ago because of her clumsiness when preparing breakfast.

All of her immediate duties had been completed, so she scurried off behind a pillar and began working to gain release.

First, the nude slave girl lay back on the floor. Then she pushed her knees apart, exposing her sex as fully as possible. With one hand, Ursula caressed her left breast, kneading it and occasionally flicking the ring that pierced her nipple.

With the other hand, she began to play with her nubbin, rubbing it rapidly. Her fingers began by moving up and down her pussy. After a while she would stop and use one of her fingers to penetrate herself, thrusting in and out rapidly. Then she would remove her digit and use her fingers in a circular motion against her clitoris.

She pushed her hips forward with her legs wide open, and felt the cool breeze coming in through the window against her pussy lips. Ursula needed release urgently, and hoped she would be able to get away without an audience this time.

In her mind she was on a slave coffle, being marched to the auction house. A line of naked girls with their oiled black skin. Apart from the bare Ursula, with her tanned white body standing out from the rest of the slaves on the chain. A posh white girl, completely exposed, with a bright red bottom from where the taskmistress' strap had corrected her.

She rubbed her clitoris more rapidly as she pictured herself being ogled by free citizens who passed by on the road.

Ursula could feel the breeze against her sex, imagining she was on the open road, gently masturbating as she stepped in line with the other slave girls. Her bare breasts bouncing in public, her bare bottom on display, her pussy on show as she fingered herself.

******

N'Rena and her Mistress, N'Buka enjoyed the most satisfying and passionate physical relationship. The curvaceous slave girl was sure she would eventually be given her freedom by her lover and owner.

The black girl was pleased that N'Buka, the Port Office Clerk, had decided to purchase another slave. After 'borrowing' Ursula, the nude white slave girl, for an afternoon of physical enjoyment, the clerk decided to put in an offer for the girl's Deed of Title.

Both N'Rena and N'Buka walked over to the nude white girl's owners, K'Wata and N'Jura, who had been using the girl to dive for pearls, whenever she was not providing carnal pleasure.

The introductions were brief and to the point. N'Buka, as Port Office clerk, held power over all of the pearl fishers, as she granted their licences to use the port.

"We had a splendid afternoon yesterday playing with your slave," said N'Buka. "You certainly picked up a bargain when you bought such a posh white girl. She is absolutely rampant, and knows how to use her tongue well."

Ursula stood naked, her legs apart, and her hands behind her head, as she had been commanded. She smiled as submissively as possible, while at the same time blushing a little as her sexual adventures were being discussed in front of her. She wasn't even allowed to join in the conversation!

"We were very lucky with the bidding at the auction," said N'Jura. "Her papers contain a Covenant preventing her from ever wearing clothing. That is usually only added to a slave's Deed of Title if she has been badly behaved or lazy. It may have been the reason for her lower price."

N'Buka and N'Rena proceeded to examine the bare white girl thoroughly. She was bent forward and her pussy examined inside and out. Her breasts were fondled, checking any stimulation to her nipples.

They examined the tattoos that a previous owner had applied to Ursula's naked body, on one of her buttocks and the inside of one of her breasts. The word 'slave' was neatly tattooed above her pussy. Looking down further, they saw the piercing in her sex that contained ball bearings, stimulating the girl's nubbin as the bearings vibrated, making her even more rampant whenever she moved.

The rings through her nipples made her look delicious. Another ring in her nose to remind her of her position as a slave. She was commanded to stick her tongue out so that they could see the piercing in her tongue, put there to improve fellatio and cunnilingus.

Finally, N'Rena loudly slapped the delicate white bottom, leaving a red handprint. The girl stood up, displaying herself again. She was commanded to wriggle and shake her breasts by her owners, who were hoping to get the best price for her.

"Slave girl titties juggle good!" said N'Rena, giggling. "White boobies bounce proper nice when she walk round city."

"You'll have to put her in her place," said N'Jura. "She went to the best private school in England, and behaves like the Queen of England if you don't show her who's boss."

The nude white girl knew what was coming next. She closed her eyes for a second as her owner's methods were explained.

"She is buggered regularly," said N'Jura. "My husband makes sure to fuck her up the bum, which very much reinforces her position in the household."

N'Rena giggled as the slave blushed.

"Look, white slave girl bright red all over now!"

A price was agreed, which kept N'Jura and K'Wata happy. The chain was attached to the slave's collar, and off they trotted. A new life suddenly began for the white girl.

******

Public onanism was their way to ensure that the girl understood her place. Bringing oneself to orgasm in front of others made it difficult for a well brought up white girl to see herself as being above anyone who was watching her.

To this end they increased the application of the aphrodisiac. It was smeared around and inside the white girl's sex every other day by N'Rena, who would order the poor girl to bend forward with her legs open so that it could be applied. This left poor Ursula rubbing her thighs together and desperate to fuck every second that she was awake.

At some point she would sneak off to find a place to give herself relief. N'Rena or N'Buka would always find her and make sure that she had an audience.

******

"You can carry on," said N'Buka, who had just entered the room, walking in on Ursula pleasuring herself. "Get it out of your system, or your clumsiness will mean more dropped plates. I can't be bothered to wallop your backside again."

Ursula moved her knees further apart, completely uninhibited, and fiddled faster.

"Thank...you, N'Buka," said Ursula, breathing rapidly, grateful to be able to progress to her destination. "I'll... be as... quick as I can."

"That's fine," said her Mistress, looking closely at the nude white slave girl as she diligently fiddled. "Did you finish sweeping the yard?"

"Yes, N'Buka," replied the very well brought up English lady, looking her owner directly in the eye, as any slave should when being questioned. "And... I also... hung the washing... on the line... to dry."

Ursula rubbed and played faster, thrusting her hips out in the most debased flaunting of her person.

N'Rena joined N'Buka, doubling the size of the audience.

"I have a dildo if that will get you there faster," said the Mistress, taking a lacquered wooden cock from her pocket. She held it out for the slave girl.

"Thank... you, N'Buka," said Ursula, taking the implement with one hand while she continued to pleasure herself with the other. It was textured, with bulbous veins carved into it, so as to give the deepest pleasure to any slave that urgently needed relief.

The bare white girl put the magnificent toy inside herself. She used one hand to play with her nubbin, while the other drove the wooden dingus in and out of her cunt.

"I'll give you five minutes," said N'Buka. "If you're not done by then, I'll give your buttocks another reddening, and you won't be allowed to wank again until this evening."

"Yes, N'Buka," said Ursula, putting all her effort into climaxing as quickly as possible, pushing her hips out and exposing herself, desperate to orgasm in front of her Mistress, who could command the naked, collared slave to do anything she decided.

"What made you feel that you needed to rub yourself off?" asked N'Buka, keen to debase the nude girl by depriving her of all modesty and decorum. "Tell me, or I won't let you pop."

Ursula knew that she had to be open and honest about her sexual desires and needs if she wanted any release.

"I was... walking naked... on an errand... and I was overcome... by passers by... ogling my body," replied Ursula, trying to look at her owner whilst barely being able to keep her eyes open.

"Which part of you do you think was most enjoyed by the free citizens?"

"My... breasts bounce quite... forcefully as I... walk along.. Mistress," replied the nude slave girl. "They get me... quite a lot... of attention..."

"Do you like those citizens watching your beautiful balloons as they jiggle?"

"Yes... Mistress," said Ursula as she blushed a little more. "Exposing... myself... makes me feel owned... and I suddenly need... to rut."

The nude slave girl moved herself around onto all fours, with her knees apart, arching her back, and she reached down between her legs to her cunt. She pushed the wooden dingus in and out of her pussy as her hips gyrated.

"And what are you thinking about right now as you wank yourself?" asked Ursula's owner.

"I'm on a... slave coffle... all of us slave girls are bare... I have bruises on my bottom... from where I've been... walloped," continued the poor girl as she masturbated even more furiously. "I'm touching myself... as all the free citizens walking past... watch my breasts bounce and my buttocks wobble... as I trot along... on the chain."

Ursula balanced the flat end of the dingus on the floor and rose up and down on it. With her hands she rubbed her breasts and flicked the rings in her nipples.

"What's it like being watched right now as you ride that veinous cock with your cunt?" asked the white girl's owner. N'Buka always tried to be as crude as possible as she interrogated her slave.

"I know that I'm a slave," replied Ursula forcefully, her head turned round to look at N'Buka as she became more excited. "A naked, rampant slave, with a red bum from being spanked, and who needs to be fucked. A bare girl who's riding a wooden dingus, and needs to come soon before she's given another paddling across her bare bottom!"

The feeling of being utterly naked, depraved and humbled took the nude white girl over the edge. Her hips quivered and jerked as she screamed loud and long.

She felt completely relaxed. All tension had gone.

"When you're ready," said N'Buka..

Ursula removed the dildo and licked it clean, then handed it back to N'Buka. The bare white girl stood up and displayed herself, hands behind her head, with her legs apart.

"Thank you, N'Buka," said the slave, blushing again from her display. "That feels much better. I shan't drop anything for the rest of the day, I'm sure."

"Off you go, slave girl!"

N'Buka watched her slave girl's splendid buttocks wobble as she ran off to be given her next task.

******

"Honestly, I'm in heat all the time," said Ursula, as she furiously coupled with Sophia. "My fanny is on fire from dawn to dusk."

Sophia was another white slave girl who had been entrapped by N'Dula's security apparatus. Ursula had assisted in capturing the beautiful redhead who used to be her art teacher back at school. Just like Ursula, she had been Collared Bare, exposing herself to all and sundry.

"I'm just grateful for some relief," said Sophia as they both fingered each other's sex. "I don't get to pleasure myself like you do. No orgasms without the express permission of my taskmistress!"

The redheaded slave girl was Ursula's go-between. Any information the blonde slave girl found would be related back to the Royal Palace and N'Dula through Sophia. To any citizen walking past, this was just two rampant slave girls fucking while their owners weren't looking. The perfect cover.

******

Their rutting completed, the two slave girls lay down behind a tree, completely spent. This was the only time when Ursula's mind was clear enough to relate what she had found out.

"The Port Office Clerk also deals with Lord Ponsonby to supply arms to the Communists," related Ursula. Looking up through a clearing in the tree canopy above them. "All of the fifth columnists seem to have links to him. Apparently he's in England now, so I'm not sure what other information I can find."

"Looks like you might be slaving in the Port for much longer than you had expected," said Sophia. "I know I'm going to be in the Royal Palace permanently, since they arrested me for treason. Apparently my red hair and white skin are the favourite of the Royal Court."

"Such is the life of a slave girl, I suppose," said Ursula. "That aphrodisiac balm doesn't let me think of anything else at present."

"To be honest, copulating with the Natawean nobility is all I think of when I wake up, all I think of at the end of the day," declared Sophia. "And all that I dream of when I am asleep."

"Have you met Ponsonby?" asked Ursula. "All of these communist schemes seem to lead back to the filthy Lord and his penchant for pornography."

"He has an eye for 'artistic imagery', does he?" responded Sophia. "He would adore living in Natawe, with all this naked white flesh running around."

"Apparently I was one of his favourite subjects," said the blonde slave girl. "Two pornographers, Agnes and Maude, tricked N'Fala and I into posing whilst we were enslaved in P'Kula, and apparently he was their best customer."

"Good grief!" gasped Sophia. "Those rotten women didn't get you cavorting in front of their camera lens, did they?"

"It sounds like you've encountered them before?" giggled Ursula."Where was this? I'm dying to know the details!"

"It was just before I went off to study fine art," replied the bare redhead. "During the summer holidays."

And Sophia began the story of how she was swayed by the cause of Marxism.

******

Sophia Honeywell had finished her last year at school, and had the most promising future ahead of her. She was now eighteen years old, and had gained a full scholarship to the Royal College of Art in London.

These were salad days, with no worries about the future that was now secured for her.

During her time at an all-girls school she had enjoyed a number of trysts and been the object of several crushes, but she was not at all experienced. She longed to share her young body, but living at her parents' estate in the countryside left very little opportunity to experiment.

Sophia spent many hot summer afternoons laying on her bed, naked, imagining coupling with one of the classmates that had fantasised about her. All those missed opportunities.

Her curly red hair, her pert breasts and her peachy bottom should have been worshipped and caressed by now. Carnal pleasure should have been hers to enjoy.

"Sophia!" shouted her authoritarian father. "Be in my study in ten minutes!"

******

Her father's decree was disheartening. He didn't approve of Art School. However, since Sophia had a full scholarship based on her academic achievements, he didn't have the means to stop her going.

However, before she began her studies, she was going to learn how to behave like a lady, and hopefully become wife material for when her dalliance with portraiture had dissipated.

George Honeywell had a sister who was married to somebody in the French diplomatic corps, based in French Indochina. His daughter would spend the summer there, learning etiquette and improving her French.

******

Sophia hated Vietnam. The ship took a week to get there, and she had been in Saigon now for four days. Regardless of how high she turned up the speed of the large ceiling fan, the temperature was too hot to bear.

She would awake, lying naked on top of the sheets, perspiring. And then at 7.30 the breakfast bell would ring, and she would have to dress quickly before hurrying downstairs.

The day would begin with her aunt Gertrude lecturing her on how to behave as a lady, and trying to find fault with her.

Then she would be introduced to various visitors who Gertrude thought would be a good influence. A procession of haughty expat women who were trying to bring civilization to the colonies.

Sophia would be expected to indulge in only the most trivial aspects of polite conversation, but most of the time she was to keep her mouth shut and look demure.

******

Miss Honeywell sat on the sofa, smiling pleasantly at Lady Persephone Winchcombe, while her aunt was outside harassing the Vietnamese maids who had apparently not warmed the pot before adding the tea. An unforgivable omission, it appeared, according to grumpy Gertrude. A very apt nickname.

Lady Winchcombe seemed much warmer and more friendly than previous visitors. And very attractive. She must have been in her early thirties, thought Sophia, slim and dressed very elegantly, with bobbed dark hair.

"I hear you're quite good with a paintbrush," said Persephone, winking and smiling at her. "I may have an opportunity to give you a little break from your current duties."

Sophia looked around to make sure that Gertrude was still outside, lecturing the Maids.

"Anything to have a break," said Miss Honeywell. "Does it involve painting or sketching?"

"Not quite," replied Persephone. "Some ladies and I are learning the photographic process. Gertrude's two maids are going to pose for us. We'll need an assistant to help with setting up tripods and replacing flashbulbs."

"When can I start?" asked Sophia, putting down the porcelain cup containing the inappropriately prepared tea.

******

It was easy, but enjoyable work. Sophia had the job of holding reflectors to reflect light into the faces of the subjects, and carrying a camera bag for Persephone.

There were four ladies apart from Miss Honeywell. Persephone, her friend Patricia, and the two trained photographers, Maude and Agnes, who seemed slightly older than Lady Winchcombe, but just as attractive.They all had bobbed hair, as was the trend in the 1920s. Very stylish and practical, compared to Sophia's long red locks, which kept getting in the way as she loaded Persephone's Leica camera. They were all athletic and slim, compared to Sophia's teenage clumsiness. She worshipped all of these sexy, independent women.

The two subjects were Lieu and Kim, Gertrude's Vietnamese maids. Sophia suspected they were there to keep an eye on her and report back to her domineering aunt.

They hiked to different locations to photograph the two maids, who wore very colourful traditional dresses. They were always separate from the English ladies, never daring to join in conversations. Maude or Agnes would gently give them instructions in how to pose, in French, but otherwise there was no communication. As though they lived in a separate world.

At night they stopped to camp, either at lodges they knew on the way, or tents. The ladies did not indulge in setting up or cooking. A middle aged Vietnamese man would arrive with a truck, putting up tents and cooking food for them, and then driving off after clearing up the plates, and taking the exposed film back for developing.

Not exactly roughing it.

At dinner time, one of the English ladies would hand a couple of plates of food to Lieu and Kim, where they sat separately. They would sit cross-legged eating it with their chopsticks.