The year is 1928
The cast list:
Ursula is a well brought up young lady from England. She went to Cheltenham Ladies' College, the best private school in the country, where she met her friend N'Dula. Unfortunately, her marriage to a gentleman with a gambling habit had left her with huge debts and an angry mob of gangsters pursuing said debt. The beautiful blonde Ursula took up N'Dula's offer to curtail the thugs, but had to sign a contract of slavery to pay the debt and journey to the African Kingdom of Natawe to wear the collar. She will not be given her freedom until Lord Ponsonby, an enemy of the Natawe state, has been apprehended. Every time the unfortunate Ursula attempts to find freedom, she ends up in a more impossible situation. For instance, a Covenant has been added to the Deed of Title covering her ownership. This Covenant forbids her from ever wearing clothing, which causes the English girl both distress and a degree of excitement.
N'Dula is the Head of the Natawe Secret Service, and is currently pursuing Communists that are endeavouring to infiltrate the Kingdom of Natawe, with its plentiful supply of rare minerals. She uses her network of spies and soldiers to solve problems for her ex-classmates from Cheltenham Ladies' College, in exchange for them agreeing to contracts of slavery. These contracts are only ended when N'Dula is happy that the required assignments have been fulfilled.
N'Fala is Ursula's owner and lover. She was unlawfully enslaved by her sister and met Ursula while they were chained together on the coffle. Due to Ursula sending a secret message to N'Dula, N'Fala was freed. She decided to keep her lover enslaved instead of giving her her freedom. The beautiful African girl now works for the Natawe Secret Service with N'Dula.
N'Daka was N'Dula's slave. As the two women were lovers, N'Dula granted her her freedom.
Sophia was Ursula's teacher at Cheltenham ladies' College. After Ursula graduated, they enjoyed a relationship, with Ursula as the submissive. Years later, the redheaded Marxist Sophia tried to infiltrate Natawe, under the guise of being an artist. She was caught and enslaved to the Royal Palace.
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Ursula adored being taken roughly by her Mistress in the shower first thing in the morning.
Since having her Deed of Title transferred back to N'Fala, her African lover and owner, rutting had been intense for the well brought up white girl.
It had been a hectic few months for the English slave. Well educated at the best private school, Cheltenham Ladies' College, and brought up in an upper middle class home in Kensington, Ursula's fall from grace was certainly complete. Covenanted in her slave papers to serve in the bare at all times in the African Kingdom of Natawe, with the aphrodisiac applied every other day, the unfortunate British girl was rendered totally submissive.
The day began, as her domina woke, by being dragged abruptly to the shower. Her owner lifted her from the bed by her hair and walked her on her tiptoes to the shower, like a naughty schoolgirl being led to the Headmistress's office. Then, they experienced the cooling water cascading over N'Fala's black skin, and across the slave girl's pale, sun-tanned hide.
N'Fala leaned her girl forward and slapped the beautiful white backside hard several times, making Ursula wriggle with delight. Suddenly, a finger was inserted into the British girl's sex, rapidly playing and teasing her like a well tuned musical instrument, until she started to moan. Then the fingers were withdrawn before the white girl could climax. Brought near to the boil, but then taken off the stove before the kettle could whistle with delight.
Ursula now knelt before her domina, and applied her mouth to N'Fala's smooth black pussy. The blonde girl's owner held her slave by the hair as she relished receiving cunnilingus.
N'Fala came gently, leaning back against the marble enclosure as she arrived at her destination, and then quickly stepped back from the face of her white toy. She grabbed a towel and departed, leaving Ursula with an urgent need to orgasm.
The slave girl felt cheated. She had given her all in cunnilingus, and wondered why she was left hanging. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy lips were swollen. She was wet both inside in her sex, and on her skin from the water still cascading over her stiff nipples.
"I know you're desperate to explode, my darling," said N'Fala, giggling and putting on a robe. "If you want me to give you release, then you're going to have to make me a nice cup of tea."
Ursula knew exactly what was required of her. She knew she would receive correction across her delicate white bottom with the wooden paddle if she hesitated. She was also desperate for release.
"Off you pop," laughed N'Fala, delighting in subjugating her slave girl.
Ursula hurried off to the kitchen. She lit some wood under the stove and warmed the kettle. The nude girl desperately needed to climax, making it extremely difficult to concentrate. She wriggled her bottom and rubbed her thighs together in frustration and began to perspire. Hopefully it wouldn't be long now before N'Fala finished her off.
At last, the tea was ready. She put the teapot on a tray with a cup and brought it to the bedroom. N'Fala had gone.
"I'm out on the balcony, poppet," called N'Fala. "And I'm quite thirsty. Chop chop!"
The domina sat, wearing her dressing gown, looking out across the city. The nude white girl realised she would have to step out, showing herself in public. The prospect of exhibitionism both humbled and thrilled her.
Ursula brought the tray out onto the balcony and set it down on the table in front of her owner. Free citizens on the surrounding balconies got a delicious view of the naked, collared white girl.
"You're going to be dispatched for some training before we go to England," said N'Fala, stroking Ursula's delicate pale bum cheeks. "And you're going to be on your way shortly."
Ursula was dumbstruck. N'Fala, her owner and lover, was giving her leash over to another? How could she do this? And what was she going to be trained for? It was surely obvious that she was to be provided for some form of sexual service, but it was humbling to not be told how she was to be used. As though the plundering of her person was none of her business.
Unfortunately, naked slaves have no rights or means to complain about their usage. The British girl could not have felt more humbled.
The black domina pushed a jug of oil towards her and waited expectantly.
"You're going to have to oil yourself all over before you trot off, as it's very hot today. We don't want the sun to damage that delicate skin, do we?"
Ursula had come to realise that a slave girl had two choices:
Either do as she was told;
Or receive a firm paddling across her buttocks, and then do as she was told.
The nude white girl took some oil from the jug and began to oil her arms and her legs. She was rubbing it into her stomach when the neighbours from the next door apartment walked onto the balcony that they shared with N'Fala. They sat down at the same table and enjoyed the delightful view of a naked white girl oiling herself.
"Your slave is looking quite frisky today," said the African woman, sitting next to N'Fala. "Have you been making use of her this morning?"
"Yes, and she hasn't been allowed to pop yet," replied N'Fala. "She's desperate to come, and I'm not at all sure whether I'm going to allow her."
