Lady Christina hung from her wrists, completely nude, in the city square as she told Samuel Windsor the tale of her capture and enslavement. She was up on her tiptoes, stretched out before Samuel and his clothed slave girl, N'Wana. Previously so prudish in her old life, Christina now found exhibitionism was another sensation that roused her libido. The effect of all the passers-by staring at the naked member of the British upper classes was starting to fan those unbearable fires down below.
"Crikey, that's an awful tale, Lady Christina", said Mr Windsor. "There must be something that I can do to ease your situation?"
"Master, can you not see slave girl need to cum again, she desperate?" said N'Wana.
"She's right, Mr Windsor. I'm lathered up with the Natawe aphrodisiac every week and was given an extra dose today. I'm quite flustered and frantic." Lady Christina was rubbing her legs together and wiggling her thighs.
Well, I'll be damned" said Samuel. "I usually only give N'Wana a couple of drops, and that's enough to keep her rampant for weeks. Heaven knows how you must feel."
N'Wana glared at her master for spurting out something so personal and embarrassing.
"Off you go, N'Wana, give Lady Christina some relief."
N'Wana put her hand to the naked white girl's crotch again and fingered her furiously. The nude aristocrat writhed, wriggled and moaned as the black girl's fingers played with her sex furiously. Lady Christina was as wet as the monsoon rains, thought the slender black girl.
The nude white girl was exposed and stretched out on display while N'Wana fiddled with her sex, feeling totally humiliated and debased in front of the locals that had gathered around to watch. If only she could control this overpowering tingling in her loins. She shook as she bucked and rode the black girl's hand. She realised she was the lowest of slaves, completely robbed of all dignity, having no control over her body. It was then that she climaxed, clenching N'Wana's fingers between her thighs as she shuddered. Perspiration poured off of her body.
"Thank you so much, N'Wana. It reaches a point where I'm about to explode. I've never had so much of this stuff applied to me before. My owner rarely lets me climax, so my head becomes addled and I lose all willpower. It's a most potent way to control a girl."
Christina progressed with her tale.
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Lady Burford stumbled along tethered by her bound wrists to the stirrup of Harriet's horse. She was stark naked, so all those that she passed could see where and how she had been punished. Her backside had been sore for so many days she had given up all hope of ever being able to sit down.
Harriet was amazed how quickly Christina's demeanour had changed. The haughty, resistant aristocrat had been made docile in just ten days. Just over a week ago she'd not been seen bare by anyone but her husband, and now she's running around as naked as Eve.
"You've just started your journey, Christina" said Harriet. "We're on our way to the palace now, so that your owner can inspect you. You've been told about knowing who's boss. Well, Queen N'Zinga is the BIG boss. You'd better mind your P's and Q's when you're in her presence, or things will take a turn for the worst. You can be a little more open with her maidservants, but don't push it or you'll find that backside reddened again."
"Honestly, Harriet, I'll do whatever you say. I've had the most frightful time working in the fields" replied Christina.
It seems strange hearing a naked slave girl speaking with such a plummy, educated voice, thought Harriet.
"What did you call me?"
Christina's heart sank. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I forgot myself"
"What's the punishment for not showing respect to a free person?" asked Harriet.
"Fifteen with the cane, mistress"
Harriet got off her horse. She pulled out a rattan cane from the saddle pouch. Christina bent over and braced herself.
Harriet didn't hold back. Each stroke was loud, painful and made Lady Christina scream out. The cane is extremely painful on a nude girl. She had to count each stroke, and by the end she was in tears.
"Thank you, mistress"
"You're very welcome, slave" said Harriet as she got back on her horse.
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They arrived at the palace and went through the servants' entrance. Christina was untied and led through to the kitchen.
There were several black slave girls toiling away on various tasks. They all wore the same non-descript smocks that she had seen her peers wearing while she was nude on the coffle. It seemed strange to see slaves wearing clothing after the forced nudity of the last ten days, but she felt happy that, now she had learnt her lesson, she would be allowed some dignity again.
A tub was filled with water, and Lady Christina was scrubbed clean by the other slaves while Harriet watched. A good deal of ointment was applied to her bruises to help them heal more quickly. She stepped out of the tub dripping wet, knowing the African heat would soon dry her off.
"Am I to wear clothes, mistress?" Christina asked Harriet, hopefully.
"I'm afraid you've rather blown that one, sweetheart. The Queen sees you as being special. Special, as in trying to mess up financial affairs of state through your meddling in Burford Trading Company accounts. Long and the short of it is that you shouldn't count on covering up in the near future. Or the far future either" Harriet chuckled. "And N'Zinga will likely have that thatch between your legs removed, so every last inch of you will be on show."
Lady Christina cursed herself. Why on earth did she decide to get involved with her late husband's business? If she hadn't poked her nose in, she would be at home in the Manor House, instead of being the lowest slave in an African Queen's palace.
"Now, first thing's first," said Harriet. She held up a jug of oily liquid. "This stuff will put hair on your chest" she said with a huge grin. "Now up against the wall, spread your legs and stick your backside out, or you know what'll happen."
Christina was too dazed by all this to resist. All she knew was that she wanted a break, however brief, from the cane and the strap and the paddle for just a little while. She complied, putting her hands on the wall, legs apart and stuck her bum out.
Harriet cupped a handful of the oil and spread it between Christina's legs. The naked white girl wondered what was going on for a few seconds, and then it hit! The tingle went through her sex like electricity and made her start to sweat. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. Although the field workers received harsh punishments, they were spared from anything sexual in nature. The only physical experience she remembered was from her arranged marriage to a much older man, who was no longer very interested in pleasures of the flesh. This was a wholly new sensation for her. She could feel herself becoming more aroused and wet inside.
Harriet applied another smothering on the naked girl's labia and rubbed it around her clitoris. Christina was taken over, and wanted to wriggle with the excitement, but just wasn't sure what she should do.
