The Business of Samantha Ch. 01

Natawe is a closed off, secretive Kingdom to the west of Africa. It is still an absolute monarchy, with a number of idiosyncrasies that many twenty first century western countries would be unlikely to accept. However, most regimes can be tolerated, as long as there is business to be done, and profit to be made. Natawe provides many precious metals for the modern world's IT hardware, and so very few countries question the nation's retention of an absolute monarchy, as well as slavery.

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A pleasant breeze blew through Natawe's capital city as evening started to fall. In the slave trainer's building, just inside the city gates, Miss Samantha Barrington was being introduced to her new life.

K'Taba unbolted the cupboard, opened the doors and began to search for the appropriate implements. One whip, two paddles, and a rattan cane came immediately to hand. Yes, that should do for starters. This is only the first day, and it's important to ease in the recently acquired asset. Not that the rod should be spared!

He had nearly two decades' experience of correcting new purchases, and was the most experienced slave trainer in Natawe. Whenever untutored goods were given to him, three days later they would be presentable, respectful and submissive.

On the table was the property in question. The new slave was svelte, blonde and exceedingly attractive. A slender, pretty face with wide eyes and high cheekbones. She wore the customary slave smock, and a collar stamped with the name of her new titleholder. Clearly of upper class stock. Well, perhaps she was up until now! By the time her owner comes to retrieve her she'll know who's boss.

The unfortunate young woman was spread face down on the large bench. Her wrists and ankles were secured at the corners of the table with brass manacles. Caucasian slaves weren't commonplace in Natawe, but on the extremely rare occasions when they needed to be prepared they always yielded to his rigid discipline.

She was currently screaming at the top of her voice and wriggling. K'Taba didn't even bother listening to what was being said. They would always be pleading for mercy or, in the case of foreigners, it would be a quite abrupt demand to be freed.

K'Taba took hold of the hem of her smock, and roughly pulled it up to her waist, revealing her naked backside. Her delightful white bottom squirmed as he prepared to commence. Her legs were tanned from exposure to the sun, but there was a peachy-white area where her clothing had covered her rear. This part of her body would be a completely different colour in a few moments.

The trainer started with the wooden paddle. He placed it on the asset's delicious looking derriere and tapped a couple of times, readying his aim. The young female slave girl continued screaming at him, and so he raised his arm high.

He brought the paddle down as hard as he could on her left buttock. The sound of the impact could be heard out in the street, and her screaming stopped. As expected, she struggled to get her breath, and her eyes looked like they were bulging out of their sockets! Another wallop on her right buttock, and the only sound being made was a sharp yelp, followed by her quickened breathing as she was trying to cope with the stern justice being applied to her backside.

Twenty with each implement should do to begin with, followed by the same again each morning. As soon as she learnt her punishments, and started to submit, this regime could be re-assessed.

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Miss Samantha Barrington stood outside the slave trainer's workshop. She wore a simple smock, the same as the other slave girls lined up outside. She was well aware of being the only white slave on display. The other girls had dark African skin, but otherwise they were all of the same rank, wearing slave collars.

This had been a terrifying few days, she thought, as she rubbed her exceedingly sore bottom. Enslaved, collared, shouted at, and all manner of implements being used to wallop her backside. It seemed like there would never be an end to her poor buttocks being thrashed. She knew which punishments would be used for each misdemeanour, and understood which of them she feared the most.

She had naïvely signed that contract, and it would soon be registered. Her legal title was now in the possession of N'Pana. She felt so stupid, not reading the document properly. When it came to blunders, that was the biggest one she would ever make. Even though her situation seemed bleak, she knew she had to think on her feet if she was to find a way out of this predicament.

N'Pana, her new owner, appeared. The curvaceous, sensual looking black woman walked up to the line of new slaves, and stood next to Samantha. N'Pana looked exquisite in her gorgeous blue and green robe. Samantha's smock, which rubbed roughly against her skin, felt like it was made from an old sack. This made the poor white girl acutely aware of who was the owner, and who was the slave.

"Has my new acquisition been suitably tenderised?" she asked K'Taba, laughing.

K'Taba motioned for the poor white girl to turn round. Samantha complied, and lifted the hem of the smock to her waist, showing her naked bottom. K'Taba has trained her well, thought N'Pana. Samantha hated every minute. She had never been an exhibitionist, not even with former boyfriends that she had been intimate with.

The slave girl's backside was heavily blackened and bruised, with several stripes across it. K'Taba had clearly given this asset a good deal of attention.

"There's nothing there that won't heal in a week or so", said K'Taba.

He was a professional, and would never inflict anything that would reduce the rental value or purchase price for any of the commodities that were placed under his whip. She had screamed a lot at first, but once she accepted the inevitability of punishment she became quite submissive. A job well done!

N'Pana stroked Samantha's bottom, noticing that she was trying not to flinch too much. It looked like she was learning who was in charge relatively quickly. There would soon be a financial return on this careless white girl.

K'Taba directed N'Pana's attention to one of the nearby market stalls.

"We're already bringing in revenue from the white girl's belongings."

Samantha could see all of her expensive clothing on display, being haggled over and purchased. It was a compelling reminder that her old life was over. She felt miserable.

"It looks like there are some sophisticated items there, K'Taba. It should more than cover your fee," said Miss Barrington's new owner. "The slave girl is already showing a profit!"

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N'Pana rode in her horse-drawn carriage, with Samantha tied by her wrists to the back of the trap by a long rope. Even though the horses moved slowly, she had to run to keep up. Being barefoot didn't help, and it was all she could do not to stumble as they travelled. She found all of this quite iniquitous. Samantha was from a well-bred family in Gloucestershire, and had been to the best schools. She was a very wealthy businesswoman. Now she had lost it all through trusting N'Pana!

They arrived at the residence after a couple of hours. It was a large, walled villa with extensive grounds. There seemed to be no other estates nearby, which made the slave girl feel isolated and afraid.

Samantha's new titleholder stepped down, and was greeted by her husband who had just come through the front door. He was a stout, proud looking man who walked arrogantly towards them. He and his wife hugged tightly, and then wandered over to the unfortunate slave girl.

"What have you captured for us, my love?" he asked her with a smile on his face, as he took in the beautiful, blonde white girl. She looked miserable and unkempt, wearing a smock that looked like it was made out of sackcloth. Her collar unmistakeably defined her slavery to all who saw her. She had learnt to look at the ground so as not to provoke any accusations of haughtiness.

"Some profit for us, K'Tunu," she laughed. "And some fun for later" she said, winking at him.

An older, strong looking woman came outside.

"Lady of house back home now, good. Whole house miss you lots. You brought new slave with you too!"

"Yes, Maid N'Sisi, I now own her legal title," replied N'Pana. "She's been at the slave trainer's for a few days while I did some shopping and caught up with friends. She needs to know who's going to administer correction when she doesn't do as she's told."

"Will put white madam in her place, good and proper," said the maid.

N'Sisi gripped the rope tethering Samantha's hands and dragged her through the house, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was roughly bent face down across the kitchen table, with her bottom sticking out.

"You don't have to beat me. I'll honestly do whatever I'm told," said the frightened Miss Barrington. She just wanted a break from being caned, whipped, paddled and smacked.

"White slave has posh voice! We soon put her in her place!" said the maid.

There were several women working in the kitchen. None of them wore collars, so she realised they were all free citizens of Natawe. They gathered round to view the entertainment.

N'Sisi lifted the hem of the smock to reveal Samantha's striped and blackened rear end. What an introduction to the household! Having her nude, bruised bum put on show for the staff. She didn't think it was possible for her face to go redder.

It was clear that she was not only being punished. She was also having her place in the villa demonstrated to all and sundry, as well as to herself.

"Plenty bruise, real sore," said the maid. "Few more wallops for you. You stay still, you only get six."

Samantha gritted her teeth. She'd learnt during her training that struggling or causing a fuss just increased the number of strokes.

N'Sisi picked up a cane. Miss Barrington's heart sank. This was the article that she feared the most. It terrified her, but she had to force herself not to move. The maid moved closer and lifted the cane in the air, ready to strike.

Whack! The poor girl yelped sharply. The pain stung like a knife.

"One" called out Samantha.

She had been taught that if she didn't count loudly and clearly, the strokes would start all over again. She could feel her buttocks stinging, and knew that they would become more painful with each clout that was administered.

After the sixth stripe across her behind, she held position as N'Sisi put the cane away. This was humiliating and undignified, as well as being excruciatingly painful. The other women found the whole performance very amusing, and stood giggling. Samantha was sobbing.

"White girl bum walloped good now! She know who boss."

"Thank you for correcting me, N'Sisi. I promise I'll do my best to be a good slave," said Samantha, through gritted teeth.

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N'Pana and her husband sat down on chairs in the garden. Samantha Barrington's first task had been to bring them a pitcher of lemonade. She felt the grass on her bare feet as she carried the jug to her owners.

N'Pana held up her cup and the white girl filled it, the same for K'Tunu. Samantha moved back a few feet and stood holding the pitcher.

"You can put that on the table," said N'Pana.

The slave girl did as she was told, and put down the jug. Her owner's expression intimated that she wanted to demonstrate her power over the new slave girl. Samantha surmised that this would either be painful or demeaning.

"Let's have a look at you," said N'Pana. "Lift up your garment."

The poor white girl froze. They couldn't be expecting her to reveal herself outside. Up until now she had only been bared briefly during punishments. This was a new level of indignity altogether.

"Hurry up, we want to look at our new asset!" said K'Tunu "Otherwise you'll be given another six of the best. You've only been here an hour, and you're already looking at being corrected for the second time!"

Samantha knew to do as she was told or face the consequences. She lifted the smock up to her neck, revealing her pert breasts, her tight, bruised bottom and her sex. She blushed again, as she hated being displayed like this. She was grateful that none of the other servants were around.

"It looks nice and smooth down there. N'Sisi will have to make sure it's shaved regularly."

"Yes, I'll instruct her accordingly. She has a wonderful slim figure. I'm looking forward to using her for pleasure" said K'Tunu.

The poor slave girl couldn't believe the use of her person for the act of coitus was being discussed so openly in front of her.

Her owners walked closer and examined their latest investment. They openly discussed Samantha's most personal parts between themselves. They opined on the firmness of her buttocks, the pertness of her breasts and the shape of her pubic mound. This was a most shameful experience, and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

They dismissed her. Samantha quickly pulled down her smock to cover herself, and hurried off.

"Our new asset is quite docile, but she'll need further enhancement if she's going to afford a good return," said K'Tunu. "Regardless of the fun that we'll have with her, this slave is a business proposition first and foremost."

"We'll pop her in the orchard tomorrow," replied N'Pana. "That should tone her up properly and remove some inhibitions. Then I have plans for moulding her into a particularly gainful asset."