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."
"She looks like she's fit to burst," said the neighbour's husband, ogling Ursula as she was rubbing oil into her pierced white breasts. "How long will you leave her hanging?"
The slave girl was being discussed in intimate detail, without even being allowed to join the conversation! The humiliation was both intense and arousing for her.
"I'm not at all sure," replied N'Fala, as Ursula was oiling her beautiful white buttocks. "It's delicious watching her wriggle her hips in public. The Natawe oil reduces any girl to nothing more than an item of writhing, submissive flesh."
They all stared as the bare white girl rubbed oil into her pussy, and could see her nipples standing firm and stiff. She finished, and stood still. The naked girl looked magnificent, every inch of her oiled body glinting in the sun.
"Time for your basting," said N'Fala. "Bend forward and move your legs apart so we can all see that delightful pussy of yours."
"In public, Mistress?" asked the white girl, sheepishly, hoping there was a chance for them to move inside.
"Modesty is no longer your domain, my darling," replied her owner. "Now assume the position while I get you done."
Ursula always hoped that her owner would forget the regular application of the aphrodisiac, but this was never the case. It occurred every two days, and was the reason for the British girl's libidinous attitude and lack of inhibition. Being basted in front of others was quite distressing, as the white girl lost what little control she had over her person as the aphrodisiac was applied.
N'Fala reached over to the table and picked up the bottle of liquid. She pushed Ursula's legs apart, and applied a glob of the balm across the trembling white pussy that was currently exposed to her. She began to rub the ointment around the slave girl's lips.
Instantly, Ursula could feel the fire erupting again between her legs. Her breathing became short and rapid as she found herself taken over by wave upon wave of erotic thoughts and sensations. She began to move her hips slightly.
All the while, the neighbours were witnessing Ursula's continuing humiliation. This, together with the display of herself she had just given them, made her blush.
The bare white girl could feel her owner's fingers penetrating her sex, moving in and out. Ursula could hardly focus her eyes, and couldn't stop herself from moving her hips back and forth, writhing against N'fala's fingers, trying to masturbate herself to orgasm.
Suddenly, the digits were removed, and Ursula felt a very forceful slap against her delicate pale buttocks.
"Control yourself, sweet thing," laughed N'Fala. "You know you're not allowed to come while you're being basted."
"I have an excellent suggestion that could alleviate your slave's predicament, put her in her place, and also provide us with some entertainment," said the black woman from next door.
Ursula gulped as the neighbour stood up and went back to her apartment. She returned a minute later with a small box and a wooden jug with a stopper, which she handed to the white girl's owner, giggling.
"Haha! I know exactly what this is!" exclaimed N'Fala, looking at Ursula. "You're in for a treat, my darling!"
N'Fala opened the box and lifted out a small egg shaped object, made of wood, and finely lacquered. She used both her hands to unscrew the top part of the egg, revealing that it was hollow inside.
