Enslaved

N'Zinga was hosting the grandest gathering of the year at her palace. There were hundreds of guests, all dressed to the nines, looking resplendent. State officials, British diplomats and business men intermingled and weaved schemes for trade between them. Slave girls ran around serving them wine and food, their common smocks exchanged for white robes for the evening.

The finest food was being served -- a buffet combining local Natawe delicacies together with British favourites such as Pate Foie Gras and roast beef. The nation's finest chefs had been assembled, and the finest wines from around the world were being served.

Entertainment was extravagant, including singers, musicians, jugglers, comedians.

And Lady Christina Burford.

Christina would perform every hour on the hour in a number of entertaining tableaux. The first one was the gauntlet.

In the middle of the marble ballroom was a long thin object, covered with a red cloth. It appeared to have a number of protuberances rising from it, but it was impossible to make out what it was.

The naked Lady Christina walked into the room, a big smile on her face, with N'Tomo behind her, carrying a paddle. The red cloth was pulled away to reveal a bench, ten-foot-long, with four phalluses along its length, each one progressively larger than the last. The audience gasped.

N'Tomo whacked the nude Lady Burford's buttocks with the paddle, encouraging her to dart forward to the bench. A slave holding a jug of oil poured some into Christina's hands, and Lady Burford used it to lubricate both the first wooden cock and her sex. The naked slave stood astride the artificial member and gently lowered herself onto it, pushing gently at her lips until it slid in. She sat down fully on the phallus, covering it completely, grinning with pleasure. She knew to show enjoyment or feel the rattan cane, and truth be told the aphrodisiac applied today allowed her to very much enjoy the moment. Being watched by the crowd humiliated her, which sent a sensual tingle down to her sex. She gyrated and writhed on the false cock.

"Good girl," shouted Lord Bibury. "I can vouch for her perversion -- I enjoy Lady Bibury every Wednesday afternoon."

Some members were disgusted, others found it amusing, and members of N'Zinga's royal court mostly agreed that it corresponded with their experience of the naked member of the British aristocracy.

Bibury's four slave girls were there also, wearing gold tunics to complement their collars. N'Sama walked towards Christina and took hold of her breast, fondling the nipple.

"Naked posh lady get more and more rude every day," said N'Sama. "She always naughty in Lord B's fun room."

Christina felt debased. She was nude, masturbating herself on a wooden cock in front of the gentry, while everyone else was dressed. A common slave girl was fondling her breast and talking about her as though she was the most sordid harlot. And the aphrodisiac meant that she was becoming more and more excited about this state of affairs.

It was time for another cock. Again, she was given oil to lubricate herself and the next phallus. Bibury's other three slave girls walked across. They held Christina's shoulders and arms and lowered her onto the cock.

"Dirty white girl loves big todger in her," said Bibury's Malaysian slave girl, and the audience laughed. "Look at her grin!"

Christina undeniably smiled, for she knew what the consequences would be for a slave girl performing sexual service while exhibiting a dour expression.

The naked aristocrat contorted herself with zeal on the phallus. She writhed as the aphrodisiac ointment took over her senses.

N'Sama whispered more filth into her ear. The way they spoke of her was utterly demeaning.

"Time for bigger cock. Filthy English Lady wet for huge dingus."

Christina rose off of the appendage and moved along. The next was larger and would require some concentration from the nude and quivering Lady Burford.

Bibury's slaves greased the phallus and rubbed oil into Christina's sex. Their fingers tickled her bud and rubbed her labia.

"You are soaking now, my dear," said Bibury's Indian slave.

The nude white slave girl eased herself down onto the next cock. She had to do it inch by inch, stopping for a second to relax the muscles of her most private parts. The audience stood silent, absorbed in her predicament, and wondering whether she would triumph over the task in front of her.

Christina slowly moved her sex downward, consuming the phallus, and eventually rested her buttocks down on the bench. Sweat poured from her brow. The audience cheered loudly. The atmosphere was similar to a closely fought cricket match.

"One more to go, you dirty girl" said Bibury's Swedish slave. "We will help loosen you up."

Bibury was proud of his diverse group of slave girls. Over the last few weeks, they had moulded and shaped the poor naked aristocrat into the submissive that she is now. Every Wednesday afternoon for the last two months, Christina had showed up to the Bibury residence, naked, displaying herself with a smile on her face after being lathered up with the aphrodisiac. And each of these afternoons was an extreme exploration of perversion, that ended with Christina having to run back to the palace with the evidence of the session visible on her person.

The slave girls rubbed Lady Burford's sex, while watching her nipples stiffen. Christina was quite overwhelmed and close to climax. She lowered herself onto the last wooden cock. It pushed against her sex, and she struggled while Bibury's girls teased her labia. Lady Burford seemed to be losing the battle to mount the last dildo. The audience were on tenterhooks.

N'Tomo stepped forward and gave a cup of the aphrodisiac salve to Bibury's slaves.

"Lather dirty posh girl more, then she mount cock."

Christina was lifted up, and felt the Malaysian girl rubbing the sexual ointment around her private places. Christina started to buck and gyrate her hips.

"Slave girl not rub herself, else she get rattan cane" said N'Sama. Christina did her best to pull herself back, but the throbbing in her sex was greater than she had ever felt.

The girls lowered the naked upper-class white girl onto the cock again. She pushed down and felt the cock slide into her slowly. Half way she had to stop for a second, and then she sat down with the phallus inside her.

The whole room cheered loudly, as though they had just seen the crown lowered onto Queen Victoria's head at the coronation. Christina felt completely filled, and at the same time humiliated. Aided by the extra dose of salve that was applied, she started to wriggle and writhe on the wooden member. She could hardly focus her eyes, and her breathing became erratic.

N'Tomo came forward and spoke.

"If lewd white lady go further, she get rattan cane!"

Christina realised the situation and begged the four slave girls to help her.

"Naughty posh lady get whipped again for trying to pleasure herself!" they laughed.

The debased, naked aristocrat gritted her teeth and put her hands to the bench to push herself up. Slowly she came away and was free. She felt dizzy and dripped with perspiration.

The audience cheered, and she quickly realised she should smile broadly if she didn't want to be paddled. Christina took advantage of her moment of triumph and darted off through the crowd.

As she reached a secluded annex of the ballroom, she felt a hand grab her arm. N'Wana, Mr Windsor's slave girl, pushed her against a pillar and kissed her hard on the lips. The black slave's hand went to Lady Burford's crotch, and she pushed her finger into the nude slave girl's sex.

"White slave girl need release, like we did in market square", whispered N'Wana into her ear.

The black girl's finger rubbed Christina's labia and played with her clitoris, and she stroked as hard and as fast as she could. Lady Burford's thighs closed on N'Wana's hand as her lower half shuddered. Lady Christina's tongue reached further into N'Wana's mouth.

Christina had found relief without the threat of correction, together with a tenderness and passion that she was not used to.

******

An hour later, Christina was on display again for her next performance.

In the middle of the room, heaving with guests, was a wooden plank on the floor, with four holes that looked like they were the right size for wrists and ankles. The plank was flat, so to be placed in these stocks would mean that the poor occupant would have to stand and bend fully over.

Lord Bibury came forward, produced a key and opened the stocks, so that Lady Burford could place her hands and feet into the open semi-circles. Lord B closed the stocks and locked them. The naked white girl stood, bent fully forward, with her bottom in the air, and her legs apart. Looking from behind, the audience could see her spread sex, her upside-down breasts, and her panicked looking face.

Bibury's four slave girls went over to poor Christina and started to play with her sex. The Indian girl gently tickled Christina's labia. Lady Burford could do nothing but put on the smile that she was compelled to wear when giving sexual service.

"White slave already filthy again! Look at her nipples stick out!"

"Lady Christina will be taking part in the orgasm sweepstake," Bibury said to the crowd. He held a stopwatch.

"Can you all please write down your name and a length of time?" he announced. "I'd guess she won't last more than half an hour. Place your pieces of paper in the hat that's being passed around, and I shall start my stopwatch. As this delectable slave girl cums, I shall stop the watch. Whichever estimate matches the time on the stopwatch, that person will be pleasured by Lady Burford!"

N'Sama brought up a glass jar containing a beetle, which was bouncing around inside the jar quite violently. The Swedish slave girl had a wooden phallus, which she unscrewed at one end.

"The Natawe Digging Beetle is going to enjoy you, slave girl!"

Christina was horrified, wondering what was going to be done to her person.

N'Sama put her hand in the jar and grabbed the beetle, then popped it into the hollow wooden phallus. The Swedish girl quickly screwed back the end of the cock, sealing the violent beetle inside, and placed the wooden member on the marble floor. The phallus vibrated loudly from the violent movement of the insect, and so quickly that the phallus wobbled around the floor like a mechanical toy that had been wound up and let go.

N'Sama picked up the vibrating wooden cock and brought it near Christina. She teased the poor naked slave girl by touching her sex for a few seconds, and then taking it away. Christina had never felt anything like this vibrating plaything in her life before. Every time it touched her private places, she felt a jolt of heat inside her like never before.

The slave girls took it in turns to place the toy against her sex, then her anus, and then her nipples. She was trapped in the most uncomfortable, humiliating position, with all of her person displayed widely to the audience, but this just made her pussy even wetter.

"She's absolutely shocking, isn't she?" said the Indian girl.

As Christina had been attending to Lord Bibury every Wednesday afternoon, the slave girls had begun to see themselves as being just as responsible for her discipline and humiliation as N'Tomo was.

The Swedish girl poured oil from a jug into the crease between Christina's buttocks. She kneaded the oil into the nude slave girl's labia and between her cheeks. Then Lady Burford felt pressure against her anus, before a finger slid in. The Indian girl started to rub the sex toy against her clitoris.

Christina's hips started to gyrate, but she knew she would be punished if she reached orgasm. She felt humiliated, exposed and controlled. The four girls, Lord Bibury and the audience were playing a game with her sexual release which she had no say in, and her increasing need to be submissive meant that she was becoming even more excited.

The Malaysian girl slapped the poor nude slave's backside hard.

"Mucky white girl getting wet and hot!" she giggled.

The Indian girl touched the vibrating toy to the lips of her cunny and pushed. As it slid in, Christina experienced the most intense sensation she could ever have imagined. She held her breath and willed herself to stay calm, even though the heat in her sex was becoming uncontrollable.

After a few minutes, Lady Burford could no longer hold back, and her hips started to buck and gyrate. She could see the faces of the crowd, who all looked upside down to her as she was bent over. Her movements became quicker and more energetic until she stopped, shuddered and moaned. Her eyes closed.

N'Sama pinched her nipple.

"Dirty girl get punish now!"

******

In an alcove off of the main room, Samuel Windsor was in discussion with Queen N'Zinga.

"This is certainly an awkward situation, your Majesty," he said gravely.

The fraudulent activity that Lady Burford had noticed had come to light and was being investigated by the British Board of Trade. N'Zinga's realm relied completely on trade with the British Empire, and this was founded on absolute trust. Any suggestion of impropriety could leave Natawe's economy grounded. How could this information have been discovered, thought N'Zinga?

"This could seriously damage trade between our countries," she said.

There was a loud whack, followed by a scream from poor Christina. Samuel had no idea what was being done to her, but it was loud and clearly painful.

"Perhaps we could limit the damage that has been done," suggested Samuel.

"I will listen to any suggestion that you have, Mr Windsor. I have come to trust you greatly since we first met a few weeks ago."

Another loud whack, another scream from Christina. Samuel could hear her starting to sob. This continued while they spoke.

"Well," Samuel began, "it seems that if the fraudulent activity could be made to look like the fault of the Burford Trading Company, and if your majesty were seen to have taken all steps to apprehend those responsible, then your nation would sustain no damage to its reputation. Indeed, the British government would be pleased that you had taken action."

"A sensible suggestion, but how could this be engineered?" said the Queen.

"This was passed to me by one of your loyal subjects," he passed a letter to N'Zinga.

The Queen looked at the letter and gasped. It was written by her dear friend Harriet and addressed to the British Foreign Office. In the letter, she attributed all of the wrongdoing to N'Zinga. It was a clear attempt to incriminate her old friend in order to avoid punishment.

As they were speaking, Christina hurried past, rubbing her reddened backside. K'Peti had won the sweepstake, and she knew she had to satisfy him before her next performance, which was in less than an hour.

"I will arrest Harriet Wilkinson-Smythe," said N'Zinga, "and let the British government know that I have apprehended the villain. This should put the matter to rest, don't you think?"

"An excellent idea!" said Samuel. "You will need another company to trade with."

"Obviously, I will use your company instead, Mr Windsor," she replied. "I am incredibly grateful. Is there anything that you require from me?"

"Your white slave girl would be useful," he suggested. "I can use her to entertain British businessmen who visit and require further incentives to invest. There's nothing like posh white pussy to get an investor to part with his or her funds."

"I am beginning to tire of her anyway. You can have her. I shall use Harriet in her place after she has been arrested!"

******

The poor naked white girl had been used fully and most sadistically by Harriet that morning. As Harriet was having a post-coitus nap, Christina lay on the bed with an exhausted tongue and a glowing red bottom. She got up and put away the strap on, paddles, leather straps and whip that she had had to endure.

As she put the various devices used to humiliate her into Harriet's drawer, she saw the letter. The envelope, addressed to the British government, was not yet sealed, so she read what was inside. She kept the original letter and placed a blank piece of paper into the envelope. As long as Harriet didn't take the letter out before posting, Lady Burford might get away with this.

******

Lady Christina couldn't believe it! The letter that she had provided to Samuel had the desired effect.

"Thank you, Mr Windsor. You are the last gentleman left in this country. You have saved me."

Samuel doffed his hat.

"You are most welcome Lady Christina. I saw Harriet being marched off by N'Zinga's personal guard. The penalty for this sort of thing in Natawe is slavery, I understand."

"The beastly woman will hopefully get a taste of her own medicine," replied Christina.

******

Their plan had worked out perfectly. His business had taken over from the Burford Trading Company, and he was rapidly becoming extremely wealthy. Samuel Windsor is an obsessive, driven, practical businessman. The British Empire thrives because of those that make this their number one priority. Trade and financial sense go hand in hand with power and influence.

Things hadn't gone quite the way that Lady Burford had envisaged. After N'Zinga gave Christina to Samuel, she thought that she would be freed. Samuel had to explain, in some detail, how slaves were an expensive purchase, and their freedom wasn't something that could be given away trivially. After a few strokes with the leather strap she began to get the message. She knows who's the boss now.

Mr Windsor didn't tell the British government that Christina was still alive. Instead, he acted for Lord and Lady Siddington in the purchase of Burford Manor, Christina's old home. This was such a profitable enterprise that they both considered investing in Samuels' company, and have travelled to Natawe to assess any possible investment. As an incentive, Samuel lent them two slaves for the evening -- one slender black girl, and one very well-spoken white Lady. He also included two riding crops, one for the discipline of each slave if they failed to perform.

The two slaves were pleasuring Lord and Lady Siddington. Both were quite naked, and their collars were joined together by a long chain. N'Wana rode Lord Siddington, while Christina gave cunnilingus to his wife.

Christina had pleaded with the Siddingtons to help her. Instead they roughly applied the riding crops to her bottom. Her buttocks were walloped until they turned black and blue, which persuaded her to apply herself to the task at hand.

Any pity that they may have had for her was trumped by the English obsession with Empire, trade and sexual perversion. The British class system was founded on knowing one's place, and so it was important for Christina to understand her new position in society.

"Now get your head down, tongue out, good girl. You've work to do," said Lady Siddington, as Christina started to lick her sex.

N'Wana leaned back while gyrating her hips on Lord Siddington's cock. "The regimental cannons are about be fired!", he shouted, and the beautiful black girl dismounted. She leaned forward and received the white man's fusillade into her mouth.

"Now let's watch them fuck," said Lady Siddington, walloping the poor white girl's backside again with the riding crop.

The chained slaves moved towards each other, kissing, and exchanging Lord Siddington's semen between their mouths. Their breasts rubbed together, dripping with sweat. Each put their fingers to the other's sex and fingered hard. Each rubbed their cunny athletically against the other's hand.

They both came in front of the Siddingtons. N'Wana wasn't troubled in the least, but Christina flushed with embarrassment as she climaxed in front of her former peers. Servicing someone of her previous status underlined the fact that she was still owned.