The beating of drums could be heard in the distance from musicians that were entertaining the royal court nearby. The sound drifted across the evening air, seemingly giving a rhythm to the slave girl's steps as she was led through the palace.
On their way to N'Zinga's chambers, Christina noticed several slave girls making their way along the corridor. As they passed, each stopped and bowed to their Queen. Only one of the beautiful, slender black slaves was naked -- she had either just been punished or was heading back downstairs after warming the bed of a member of the nobility. Nudity was not common in the household. Only Lady Burford was obliged to perform all of her duties in the buff.
They reached N'Zinga's bedchamber and the Queen sat down on a stool. She moved her legs apart and pulled her nightclothes up to reveal her sex. A quick pull of the chain brought the English girl to her knees, and her head to N'Zinga's crotch.
The slave knew not to hesitate. Christina's submission only increased the fire in her cunny. Her mouth went forward to the juicy black labia in front of her. She flicked left to right with her tongue and found the clitoris. She worked to the rhythm of the nearby drums, using the sound like a metronome as she played her Queen's sex like an instrument. Her Majesty rolled her head back and shut her eyes. The slave girl's abilities were clearly progressing well. The naked slave thrust her tongue faster and more fiercely, bringing a moan from N'Zinga's lips.
Lady Burford was in a pickle. The debased slave girl was naked, on her knees and pleasing another woman orally. During her formative years, she was taught this was a sign of the deepest corruption. Yet her submission in the sexual act made the fire inside her seem like a volcano ready to burst. She desperately wanted to reach down with her fingers and masturbate herself to orgasm as she licked. But she had been conditioned by N'Tomo to never touch what belonged to her owner. N'Zinga decided when Christina was to orgasm, and this happened all too rarely.
The Queen's hips moved faster and faster as she neared orgasm, pulling Lady Burford's head closer. The drums outside seemed to beat faster, and after a few more minutes of frantic movement from the slave's tongue, N'Zinga began to moan and shudder and then rammed the white girl's head into her crotch as she came.
After a few seconds her grip on the chain was then released. She commanded her slave to stand.
"Remove my night clothes, slave"
The nude white girl stood behind N'Zinga and undid the back of her garment, catching it before it fell to the floor. Christina folded the clothing carefully and placed it on a bench.
There was a marble table in the room with a cushion at one end. The Queen climbed onto the table, then laid down on her stomach with her head on the cushion.
N'Zinga's slave poured oil from a large glass receptacle into a jug. She then placed the jug by the fire for a minute to warm. When it was at the right temperature, she took it to the table and began to massage her owner. She poured oil onto the Queen's back and stood at the top of the table by the cushion, close to the Queen's head. She started to knead along her owner's shoulders and down the middle of the spine. Her Majesty liked a lot of pressure to be applied so that her muscles relaxed fully. This continued for a few minutes, with the naked slave girl putting all of her strength into kneading her owner's back.
After a while, as the slave continued with the massage, N'Zinga's arm moved forward and stroked between Christina's legs. Her fingers found Lady Burford's labia and started to rub slowly. The naked white girl took a sharp intake of breath as the heat between her legs began to rise again. She started to perspire. Then suddenly the Queen's finger slid up inside the slave's well lubricated sex!
Christina found it hard to move her body with the Queen's digit placed so. She was somewhere between ecstasy and discomfort. But she knew to continue working on N'Zinga's back. She rubbed from her owner's neck in one movement all the way down to that delicious backside, which she kneaded for a few seconds, and then back up to the top of the spine. She repeated this over and over, so that her body moved forward slightly to reach those sensual black buttocks, and then moved back on the return. This had the effect of moving her gently forward and backward on N'Zinga's finger to the beat of the drums, and thus deviously masturbating herself.
The Queen could clearly feel what the now humbled aristocrat was up to but decided she would let Christina get a little closer to release before making her stop. She was aware of how Lady Burford was desperately trying not to be noticed while masturbating on her owner's finger. This was a profound demonstration of her submissiveness.
"What are you doing, slave?" N'Zinga said gently.
Christina froze. She abruptly stopped all movement of her hips, while continuing the massage around her owner's neck and shoulders. She was at a loss what to say.
"I asked you a question girl. What were you doing?"
The black Queen's finger was still deep in the heated cunny of Lady Burford. The slave was terrified of the consequences that would follow. Her mind was so addled with lust that she couldn't think straight, but knew she had to say something. All that was left, regardless of the humiliation entailed, was to own up.
"I was trying to release myself using your person, your Highness" she whispered in shame.
"I can't hear you, slave. Would you mind repeating that?"
Christina knew what was expected of her. She saw that she had been set up, and that the only way out was to debase herself as much as possible.
"My sex was on fire, your Majesty, and I tried to ride your finger like the shameless whore that I am!" Lady Burford blushed bright red.
"And I thought you were a titled aristocrat when I purchased you!" N'Zinga feigned an air of disappointment in her voice and tutted. "You're quite correct about being a harlot now. You behave in the filthiest manner, don't you?"
"Yes, your Majesty. Your slave is behaving in the obscenest manner. I beg your forgiveness."
"Filthy little slaves need to be punished, don't they?"
"Yes, your majesty"
N'Zinga sat up, moved her legs over the side of the table and stood up.
"Choose me something to paddle you with" she commanded.
Christina never had to go far to find an instrument for her punishment. N'Zinga kept paddles, straps and whips in all of her rooms, ready for when punishment was to be administered. She returned with a wooden paddle.
"This is an excellent choice, but I will need two"
The slave girl quickly retrieved a similar instrument from one of the Queen's drawers.
"Good. Now lay down on the table, face down"
She quickly complied. As she laid there, she could feel the Queen climb on top of her. N'Zinga sat down on the slave girl's back, facing down towards her bare white bottom, a leg by each side of Christina's body, in a kneeling position. Christina could feel N'Zinga's weight on her chest, pinning her down. The drums were beating in the background, and Christina could sense that something painful was to be inflicted on her. The Queen reached forward and stroked Lady Burford's buttocks.
