It was evening in Natawe, and a cool breeze blew through the palace. N'Zinga adjusted the front of her sheer night clothes. The gold leaf and green silk complemented her beautiful black skin, and set off her tall, curvaceous figure splendidly. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling both powerful and sensual. Her wardrobe was the finest in Africa, financed by the Kingdom of Natawe's trading of precious metals with the British Empire.
N'Zinga was the ruthless ruler of Natawe, an archipelago off the west coast of Africa. The country's fortunes had vastly increased during the five years of her reign. Britain needed her country's minerals, and other concoctions. By bribing and supporting the colonial masters of most of the nearby continent, she had secured wealth and control. Her British private school education meant that she understood the nature of the imperialists and the structure of English society. She wore the finest clothes, had several palaces, and held court to Natawe's nobles.
She liked to dazzle all who saw her. She was well aware of first impressions, taking advantage of the way that the colonists judged a book by its cover.
Lady Christina Burford was in a different boat altogether. A beautiful, but prudish heiress. She had been the model of Victorian modesty. Wife of the late Lord Burford, privately educated at the best schools, every advantage that life could bestow. Inherited thousands, as well as half of Gloucestershire, when her husband passed. Every male in South West England admired her beauty and desired her wealth.
Until she was tricked and sold into the possession of the Queen of Natawe. The phrase "reduced circumstances" didn't begin to describe her new position in life.
"Slave girl! Here, now!" called the Queen.
Lady Christina hurried into the room. Every minute of her day the poor aristocrat detested her predicament, and vowed to avenge herself against the person who put her here. But for now she had to make it through each humiliating, degrading day. And that meant submission to her black mistress in every way, otherwise she would be punished in the crudest manner. Queen N'Zinga and her maids were terribly creative when administering discipline.
"You look exquisite, your Highness" she said in her plummy, high-class voice, bowing her head.
N'Zinga owned many wardrobes full of the most resplendent clothing in the region.
Lady Christina stood naked, wearing nothing but a gold collar, engraved with the name of her owner.
"Yes, I'm aware how I look! N'Zinga is the greatest queen, don't you think? I dress finer than that frumpy old witch, Queen Victoria!"
Christina knew what would be in store for her if she did not pander to the queen's ego.
"Yes, my Queen! You are look outstanding!" She knew she had to bite her lip, speaking with all the enthusiasm that she could muster.
N'Zinga loved her control over this titled British woman. The enslaved white Lady was a symbol of the Queen's power, and demonstrated her mastery over the greedy, empire hungry English who would do anything as long as trade flowed in their favour. The slave was kept naked for various reasons - making sure that she knew her place in the palace, and to show how N'Zinga was powerful enough to strip this example of British nobility of all dignity. She also loved to ogle the beautiful white girl, and used her assets to the full.
Last but not least, it was a lesson to silly English girls of exactly what would happen to them if they interfered in matters relating to Natawe's business interests. There was an element of punishment here.
It was hard for this educated, titled English lady to bear her nudity most days. She remembered how angry her late husband became over mixed bathing at the seaside. And this was with swimsuits that extended from one's knees to the bottom of the neck! Now she wore nothing but the collar, attached after her sale to show her legal ownership.
Being forced to show all of her person to everyone felt like the most egregious error. Why should a privately educated, titled, properly spoken white woman from the world's greatest empire be exposed completely to every African that she came into contact with?
"Slave, show yourself to your Queen!"
The poor girl put her hands behind her head to give an unrestricted view of her body, with her legs two feet apart. She had a healthy, toned figure, kept fit from running around the palace to satisfy the whims of all who had control over her. Her tummy was tight, and her skin soft. She was 25 years of age, and her body was at its peak.
Christina's pubic hair was conspicuous by its complete absence. This was regularly shaved by one of the maids, and had the effect of making her feel even more exposed.
Her breasts were firm and shapely. By placing her hands on her head, their pertness was accentuated, highlighting her large, outstanding nipples.
Her long, chestnut coloured hair was tied with string so that it would not get in the way when she was scrubbing, or cleaning, or carrying, or fucking, or any of the other tasks that were assigned to her.
