Submission of Natalie (M/F)
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2018 9:47 pm
Dont worry I've had a busy life but I want to get back to my 'Daughter's Initiation' story. However I found a story that I had done the first act of. I hope the board likes it and please comment. Ill upload the chapters over the next week or so most likely.
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Natalie sighed and crossed her arms as she stood proudly in the Oval Office. "Really Dad, do you really need me there tonight?" She said rolling her eyes. Her father sat at the most famous desk in the world, sighing as he flipped through some papers. He was fairly young for a President, a lot more mature than some other ones, and his skin was much lighter than Natalie's. In fact when he first ran many were surprised to find out that Natalie was his biological daughter.
"Nat, its a diplomatic dinner. It's not exactly monumental for the President to have his family there. Archon Eienaar is bringing his son to the dinner." Natalie kept her arms crossed as she stared down her father.
"His son is twenty-two and unofficially part of his diplomatic team now." Natalie smirked at herself. "Granted, I just finished my last summer course to graduate from high school early." She said now smiling at her success.
"Yes we know you're very bright. A nice story, had to enter school late yet were so bright that you managed to graduate on time." Her father said not looking up from his desk.
"I could be certified as a genius if I wanted to." Natalie said proudly, she had always been the smartest one in almost all her classes, sans english, and was proud of it, as was her parents. "Still doesn't change the fact that I'm not on your diplomatic team."
"Again Nat, this is a dinner for me and the Archon to talk one on one-"
"You just called it a 'diplomatic dinner'."
"For Christ sake Natalie." Her father said sighing and looking up. Rouge nations were one thing, teenage daughters were another. "His family is going to be there. Am I such a horrid father for expecting that my family might like to join me?"
"Michael isn't joining us."
"You're brother is deployed in Korea!" Her father replied almost laughing from that statement. "I was in the Marine Corps as well. I'm not going to ask them to give him leave just to come back for a single diplomatic dinner."
"So its just a 'single diplomatic dinner' now." Natalie replied.
"Oh I'm sorry, do you live here, or do you live in the barracks on a base over 10,000 miles away?" It was her father's turn to smirk. "Listen if you want to skip college you can go join right now, I could even pull some strings and have Michael be your officer." Natalie rolled her eyes.
"A fate worse than death."
"Unlike this dinner. Which you are expected to come to."
"Fine!" Natalie said sighing and throwing her hands in the air. "But I'm not spending an hour changing into a dress." She paused. "Jeans and a blouse will be okay right?"
"I'm not going to argue with you over dress code. I'm not your mother that's here area of arguing. Just don't show up disheveled please." He muttered. "This is a huge moment for us. We're the beacon of the free world, and this is the last bastion of the peculiar institution. The goal is to finally rid the world of it. This is a possible historical moment." Her father said grinning. Natalie was forced to lightly nod, unlike many politicians, her father truly wanted to make the world a better place. This meeting was a policy goal of his administration since he won the election.
"Alright, alright." Natalie said holding up her hands. "Don't go in wearing my football jersey. Whatever." She said turning and walking out of the Oval Office. Walking down the hall she heard the TV on one of the news stations going on.
"In international news today, a plane has landed at Dulles carrying Wolfgang Eienaar, the High Archon of Dracon. Eienaar is considered almost as a liberal in his nation when he won the election for life three years ago after Archon Dominus passed away. While it is not politically viable to push for full abolition, Archon Eienaar has been notable for sending out messages in his speeches that he would be open to meeting to discuss the situation in Dracon. This is the first visit to the United States by an Archon in the last fifty years. Dracon is famous of course for being the last nation on Earth to have legal slavery. Not only that but the situation within the nation is that the slave trade is as vibrant as ever. Within the nation of 75 million, an estimated third of that are slaves. No longer based on race, the slave class spans the breath of humanity. Eienaar has been most noted for finally pushing through a law in the Hall of Masters to finally ban and severely fine traders and owners found to have slaves that have been kidnapped from other countries. A development that the international community pushed for years and caused much tension over the previous decades."
Natalie kept walking. "Disgusting nation, truly." She mumbled.
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Natalie of course waited as long as possible to enter the dining room. Not surprising. For Alexander Eienaar the entire trip was interesting. Even though he was son of the Archon he had visited the states a couple of times when he was younger. Knew his way around, the language of Dracon was english anyways. Having been settled by both British and Dutch settlers at the southern tip of Africa, an influx of what Dracon called 'refugees' came in the 1860s as about a thousand Southern Aristocrats fled the States during reconstruction. Dracon had not caught up with the rest of the world when it came to slavery, which he knew caused tension. The Eienaar family was one of the oldest and respected families in Dracon, indeed only five families had ever had a member elected as High Archon, which was a lifetime position, though of course the High Archon had checks and balances.
He entered the dining room with his father and a couple of his closest advisers. The lights were dimmed just a little bit, candles were lit, and the plates were already set up. Looking across he saw the President enter, slightly younger than his father, forty instead of fifty, chestnut hair, caucasian. Behind him was his wife, a beautiful African American woman. Her skin wasn't charcoal black, more of a caramel color, indeed he remember a video he saw one time where she explained that she had grown up near the Mexican border and was mixed race and what was called in America as "Afro-Latina". He shrugged as his father shook hands with the President.
"It is an honor." The Archon said, replying to something the President said. They sat down, the Archon across from the President. The President's wife sat to his right, across from the Archon's closest adviser. Alex felt a pain of regret as he wished that seat was filled with his mother. He sat down to the right of his father, noticing the seat across from him was empty. Waiters came around to fill up their glasses with water.
"I'm glad we could speak largely in private. You obviously know my goals of these meetings." The President said smiling as he took a sip from his glass.
Alex's father returned the smile. The Archon was paler than the President, though ironically Alex was about the same tone as the President. "I do indeed. Though remember like you we have a Congress and Senate, though under different names." The Archon replied. "I have a bit more power over my nation in comparison with you and the American checks and balances. But I can not declare every slave free and rename myself Lincoln."
"Oh I know indeed." The President replied. Alex didn't know everything in the world, but he was still very bright and knew that the President had studied history and political science. He probably knew more about Dracon's system than some Draconians.
Alex decided to speak up. "Though my father was successful in pushing through a law making it very detrimental to be caught with slaves kidnapped from other countries." The President nodded; Alex didn't mention that it was Alex who proposed the law change. Indeed he lost count of the number of times he walked by an auction house, usually the ones selling pleasure slaves, only to see girls chained up that look latin, or indian, or east asian. These were obviously not from Dracon.
"That was a good policy cha-" The President paused as the door opened and a teen girl strode it. Alex's eyes went wide as she walked in, he knew this was the president's daughter, but seeing her in person was different that seeing pictures. She was between her father and mother in skin tone, a bronzed, brown, caramel color that was the color of her absolutely flawless skin. Her face had to have been sculpted by an angle, and she had greenish-brown stones for eyes that sparkled. She wore a blue blouse that looked good on her as well as khaki dress pants to go along with it.
"Hey dad." She said, hugging her father as she sat down in the chair across from Alex. He tried not to stare as Natalie gave him a small smile and nod as she moved up her chair. To Natalie she was surprised, in pictures Alex had worn a beard in college, but had shaved it now. She would never admit it at that dinner, but Alex was extremely handsome, with a very strong jawline, icy blue eyes, and nice face, along with a muscular frame that filled out his suit. Alex gave her a smile back.
"As I was saying Archon, that was a very nice policy change. What I am hoping to convince you of is to show change from the top." The President said, Alex was only half listening. Alex had seen Natalie as she walked in, her rear end and legs looked great in her modest khakis, and her chest looked like a woman in her blouse.
"You want me to set an example I suppose?" The Archon replied as the food started to be served.
"I'm just saying, your family has a few thousand slaves." The President replied. "Releasing some into freedom would be a great sign of goodwill." The President continued.
"We have put forward new systems to help newly free slaves integrate, get and education, and more." The Son said turning his head away from Natalie and towards the two leaders of two very different nations.
"From my research, those systems are best for helping those human beings escape and emigrate from the country were they have little connections in the real world and could be easily kidnapped back into a life of slavery."
Alex looked at the President's daughter, he knew her name was Natalie, with a raised eyebrow. "That could be so. But those systems that help them emigrate, are staffed by my countrymen, and was put into place by my father's administration."
Natalie smirked. "Yall still have about five-thousand slaves of your own." She replied leaning forward in her seat. Alex smirked as he looked at her beautiful face, her hair had obviously tried to been hastedly straightened, but her hair was naturally curly. It was a dark, dark, brown, and looked silky.
"Well perhaps something can be arranged then as a sign of goodwill." The Archon said, having finished most of the food on his plate.
"I mean I'm sure your son Alex here could get rid of one of his hundred or so sex slaves he surely has." Natalie said, placing her arms crossed on the table.
"Natalie, for Christ sake!" Her father replied.
Alex leaned back in his chair, clearly smiling. "Surely? Natalie was it? I'm sorry Miss Natalie, but I don't actually have any pleasure slaves." He grinned at her. "I don't have to command pretty girls to come to my bed, usually they just ask to come."
"I'm sure you make them ask." Natalie mumbled under her breath. Alex's eyes went wide, and had to quickly stifle a laugh at that, he wasn't sure if the two leaders of their respective nations heard that crude humor.
"I mean, I'll say it. I would free, oh lets say, six slaves of mine, just to spend a night looking at you Natalie. Wouldn't even lay with you, I would free half a dozen slaves just to spend the night looking at you." Natalie's face quickly gave him a look as his father slapped him on the back of his head.
"You insolent moron!" The Archon said sternly keeping his voice low. "You're making a crude argument with a teenager in the white house! Are you that petty and stupid!" Alex just looked at his father as the President rubbed his temples with his hand. "My apologies Mister President."
"Oh I have a teenage daughter. And I have a son Alex's age. I can understand foolish attempts to look masculine and-"
"You Draconians really aren't taught tact or etiquette are yall?" Natalie said sitting in her chair and giving Alex a look. It was one of a bit of anger, but also one of almost humor, and curiosity.
Alex shrugged. "I guess not Miss Natalie." He replied looking around. "Hey I apologize if that's crude, but I figured that it was a good offer, freeing a half dozen human beings from bondage is such a heartwarming story."
"Oh do shut your mouth Alexander." The Archon replied as they went back to their dinner. Natalie was still giving him that look.
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That night around midnight, Alex found himself up, sitting on the desk near his bed in his guest bedroom. It was a fairly good sized bedroom with a private bath. He was a bit of a nighthawk and focused on work. However, tonight he found himself browsing the web for images and information on and of Natalie. He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he had an infatuation with the President's daughter. In fact, her bedroom was just a bit down the hall, just thinking about her made his mind buzz. "Pretty girl." He muttered to himself as he flipped through different tabs. Eighteen and already has the body of a woman. He raised an eyebrow and closed his laptop as he heard a quick, soft, but still strong knock on his door. "Pretty late for my father to chastize me." He muttered again, the rest of the dinner was a bit awkward, but the two leaders did their best to get back on track. Natalie never lost that look on her face, as Alex and Natalie often times found themselves looking at each other. Alex had the much more cocky expression. He walked over to the door and opened it, only to have to fight with all his discipline not to have his jaw drop.
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Standing in front of him was Natalie, the teen girl wore a dark blue, almost purple robe, and her lightly curly hair was put into a ponytail. The thing was however, was that her robe was undone and pulled open. With one leg placed in front of the other as Natalie struck a sultry, but almost casual pose of leaning against the door. Alex was stunned as he saw her perfect and toned midsection, her luscious legs, and perfect breasts, all packaged in what could of been lingerie or just a pair of fancy bra and panties that were white with grey stripes and just a little bit of grey frills. The panties had a small bow on it, and both her bra and panties had a design of clubs, hearts, spades, and diamonds placed on them. Natalie seemed to enjoy Alex's expression as she spoke in a casual but still serious tone. "Were you serious about your offer?"
"What?" Alex asked softly, still stunned by the sight of the teen girl in front of him. Natalie spoke again.
"Were you serious about your offer." She said, her eyes a bit wider in annoyance. "I come in, no sex, but you free six slaves." Understanding dawned on Alex as he nodded.
"Well I was never expecting you to go for it. But since you're hear, yeah, that sound good." He replied, though before he was finished Natalie's constantly darting eyes looked straight ahead, forcing her way in and shutting the door behind her herself, almost throwing Alex off balance as he had his hand on the door.
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Natalie had been in a bit of a trance herself the rest of that dinner and that evening. What Alex had said stuck with her, at the very end. Every human life had feelings, and an entire story to tell. She hated the thought that a person could go and tell their entire life through the lens of slavery. Freeing six people would be a proud achievement for her, almost as good as people recognizing her intelligence more than her body. She sat on her bed, thinking for much of that evening, finally she formulated a plan. Her heart was beating as she locked her door and stripped nude, changing into one of her very few pairs of fancy bra and panties. She then put her robe on over her shoulders. She didn't wear it often, but it wouldn't look that strange if she got caught walking in the halls with it towards a tv or bathroom.
Alex's room she knew was right down the hall from her's. She looked both ways before walking as quickly and quietly as she could to it. Standing there for a moment she took a pair of deep breaths as she looked around once again. Then with nervous and shaking hands she undid her robe and pulled it apart. Trying to look as sexy as she could she knocked on the door before leaning against the side of doorframe. Her breath coming out in nervous rasps before she composed herself.
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Alex meanwhile turned around as Natalie casually let the robe fall from her shoulders. "I'm not taking off my bra and panties." She said, as Alex stared, almost in awe at her perfectly sculpted and toned bronzed body. Exposed almost completely to him. "Still a deal?" She said turning around and looking at him.
"Well that is disappointing." Alex replied with a smirk as he walked over and placed his hands on the chair by his desk. "I mean, each slave usually goes for an average of five grand, that's thirty thousand dollars I'm passing up on. You may think I live off of daddy's money, but actually I don't get an allowance."
Natalie smirked just a bit at him. "I thought that was your salary to be on his diplomatic team."
Alex grinned at Natalie, his eyes looking her over without a care in the world. "I'm afraid you underestimate me when it comes to that. I actually study and help my father out with his diplomatic practices."
Now Natalie was grinning at him as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "And did you study me?" She asked.
"Not as much as I should have." Alex replied, looking her over still.
"Well, do we still have a deal?" Natalie said looking at Alex with a raised eyebrow.
"Well I mean, perhaps we can do a bit of a compromise." Alex replied, this kept Natalie's eyebrow raised. "I brought a pair of shackles, a family heirloom." Natalie's eyebrow stayed up. "Again remember our culture, they're supposedly for good luck in my family." He waved his hands. "Anyways, you have a nice body, I wouldn't mind shackling you to the bed and tickling the hell out of you." He added a wink.
"Tickling?" Natalie replied with a raised eyebrow.
"I assume everything we talk about here is going to remain confidential."
Natalie spoke is a serious tone, her face locking up almost. "Listen, just because this room is soundproof doesn't mean you'll get away with anything you do to me if you do something without my permission." She said leaning forward just a bit.
Alex's face was befuddled. "I didn't even know this room was soundproofed, actually- I, huh?"
"I know pretty much everything about this place." Natalie replied proudly. "They soundproofed it so diplomats would have less fear of being bugged."
"Smart and sexy huh?"
"I could actually be certified as a genius if I asked." Natalie continued as Alex sat down.
"But again seriously why did you tell me that?" Alex asked still a bit befuddled, sitting back in the chair.. "I didn't know that, and why did you word it like that?"
Natalie was a bit flustered. "I mean. I don't trust you, and I figured you would know about that, so I wanted to reinforce that I l have bound-"
"Oh my god the idea of it turns you on." Alex replied smiling.
"What!" Natalie said, her face reddening. "I do not. How dare you, if you weren't freeing six slaves for this I would leave!"
"Uh huh. Sure you just don't like the idea of being bound and gagged. Dominated?" Alex said slyly.
"You trying to get me to leave?" Natalie retorted.
"Seeing if you'll agree to be shackled and tickled." Alex replied grinning.
"You know what, fine, I can do that." Natalie said taking her hair out of the ponytail and letting it fall past her shoulders. She sat on the bed, nervous as she laid down, placing her head on the pillows.
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Alex was stunned by her flawless beauty as he took out the four shackles. They were the perfect length as he attached one to each of Natalie's wrists, and then two more on Natalie's ankles. Looking her over he loved her dark hair, her flawless skin, perfect midsection, and deep round navel. "Okay so here's what we'll do, Its 12:30, I'm going to tickle you until 4;30." Alex said taking the shackles on the left side of her body and locking it around the steel bedrest.
"Four hours!" Natalie exclaimed. Her eyes wide.
"Well this is the equivalent to thirty thousand dollars." Alex replied, liking how the shackles were the perfect length to make it hard for her to squirm. "After those four hours I'll give your stomach a massage for half and hour, feel up your thighs and then let you head back to get some sleep." Alex said with a wink as he walked over and came back with a roll of duct tape. "Don't give me that look, gagged laughter sounds cute, and you said this place is soundproofed anyways."
"You better not do anything we didn't agree with." Natalie said, trying to sound stern but failing, she wanted to giggle in nervousness but held it in.
"You mean I can't grope those perfect breasts of yours. Disappointing."
Natalie rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Just make sure my bra and panties stay on okay, beyond that oooommmmmmmphh!" She wasn't paying attention as Alex placed two large pieces of silver duct tape and smooth it on her pretty face.
"I'm actually surprised you're okay with that." Alex said as he finished shackling her and got on the bed, straddling her hips and soaking up the sight in front of him. Running his hands down her perfect belly, enjoying the warm and silky smooth flesh. Natalie shivered and lightly giggled just at that. "Wow. That ticklish huh? This is going to be fun!"
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Natalie sighed and crossed her arms as she stood proudly in the Oval Office. "Really Dad, do you really need me there tonight?" She said rolling her eyes. Her father sat at the most famous desk in the world, sighing as he flipped through some papers. He was fairly young for a President, a lot more mature than some other ones, and his skin was much lighter than Natalie's. In fact when he first ran many were surprised to find out that Natalie was his biological daughter.
"Nat, its a diplomatic dinner. It's not exactly monumental for the President to have his family there. Archon Eienaar is bringing his son to the dinner." Natalie kept her arms crossed as she stared down her father.
"His son is twenty-two and unofficially part of his diplomatic team now." Natalie smirked at herself. "Granted, I just finished my last summer course to graduate from high school early." She said now smiling at her success.
"Yes we know you're very bright. A nice story, had to enter school late yet were so bright that you managed to graduate on time." Her father said not looking up from his desk.
"I could be certified as a genius if I wanted to." Natalie said proudly, she had always been the smartest one in almost all her classes, sans english, and was proud of it, as was her parents. "Still doesn't change the fact that I'm not on your diplomatic team."
"Again Nat, this is a dinner for me and the Archon to talk one on one-"
"You just called it a 'diplomatic dinner'."
"For Christ sake Natalie." Her father said sighing and looking up. Rouge nations were one thing, teenage daughters were another. "His family is going to be there. Am I such a horrid father for expecting that my family might like to join me?"
"Michael isn't joining us."
"You're brother is deployed in Korea!" Her father replied almost laughing from that statement. "I was in the Marine Corps as well. I'm not going to ask them to give him leave just to come back for a single diplomatic dinner."
"So its just a 'single diplomatic dinner' now." Natalie replied.
"Oh I'm sorry, do you live here, or do you live in the barracks on a base over 10,000 miles away?" It was her father's turn to smirk. "Listen if you want to skip college you can go join right now, I could even pull some strings and have Michael be your officer." Natalie rolled her eyes.
"A fate worse than death."
"Unlike this dinner. Which you are expected to come to."
"Fine!" Natalie said sighing and throwing her hands in the air. "But I'm not spending an hour changing into a dress." She paused. "Jeans and a blouse will be okay right?"
"I'm not going to argue with you over dress code. I'm not your mother that's here area of arguing. Just don't show up disheveled please." He muttered. "This is a huge moment for us. We're the beacon of the free world, and this is the last bastion of the peculiar institution. The goal is to finally rid the world of it. This is a possible historical moment." Her father said grinning. Natalie was forced to lightly nod, unlike many politicians, her father truly wanted to make the world a better place. This meeting was a policy goal of his administration since he won the election.
"Alright, alright." Natalie said holding up her hands. "Don't go in wearing my football jersey. Whatever." She said turning and walking out of the Oval Office. Walking down the hall she heard the TV on one of the news stations going on.
"In international news today, a plane has landed at Dulles carrying Wolfgang Eienaar, the High Archon of Dracon. Eienaar is considered almost as a liberal in his nation when he won the election for life three years ago after Archon Dominus passed away. While it is not politically viable to push for full abolition, Archon Eienaar has been notable for sending out messages in his speeches that he would be open to meeting to discuss the situation in Dracon. This is the first visit to the United States by an Archon in the last fifty years. Dracon is famous of course for being the last nation on Earth to have legal slavery. Not only that but the situation within the nation is that the slave trade is as vibrant as ever. Within the nation of 75 million, an estimated third of that are slaves. No longer based on race, the slave class spans the breath of humanity. Eienaar has been most noted for finally pushing through a law in the Hall of Masters to finally ban and severely fine traders and owners found to have slaves that have been kidnapped from other countries. A development that the international community pushed for years and caused much tension over the previous decades."
Natalie kept walking. "Disgusting nation, truly." She mumbled.
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Natalie of course waited as long as possible to enter the dining room. Not surprising. For Alexander Eienaar the entire trip was interesting. Even though he was son of the Archon he had visited the states a couple of times when he was younger. Knew his way around, the language of Dracon was english anyways. Having been settled by both British and Dutch settlers at the southern tip of Africa, an influx of what Dracon called 'refugees' came in the 1860s as about a thousand Southern Aristocrats fled the States during reconstruction. Dracon had not caught up with the rest of the world when it came to slavery, which he knew caused tension. The Eienaar family was one of the oldest and respected families in Dracon, indeed only five families had ever had a member elected as High Archon, which was a lifetime position, though of course the High Archon had checks and balances.
He entered the dining room with his father and a couple of his closest advisers. The lights were dimmed just a little bit, candles were lit, and the plates were already set up. Looking across he saw the President enter, slightly younger than his father, forty instead of fifty, chestnut hair, caucasian. Behind him was his wife, a beautiful African American woman. Her skin wasn't charcoal black, more of a caramel color, indeed he remember a video he saw one time where she explained that she had grown up near the Mexican border and was mixed race and what was called in America as "Afro-Latina". He shrugged as his father shook hands with the President.
"It is an honor." The Archon said, replying to something the President said. They sat down, the Archon across from the President. The President's wife sat to his right, across from the Archon's closest adviser. Alex felt a pain of regret as he wished that seat was filled with his mother. He sat down to the right of his father, noticing the seat across from him was empty. Waiters came around to fill up their glasses with water.
"I'm glad we could speak largely in private. You obviously know my goals of these meetings." The President said smiling as he took a sip from his glass.
Alex's father returned the smile. The Archon was paler than the President, though ironically Alex was about the same tone as the President. "I do indeed. Though remember like you we have a Congress and Senate, though under different names." The Archon replied. "I have a bit more power over my nation in comparison with you and the American checks and balances. But I can not declare every slave free and rename myself Lincoln."
"Oh I know indeed." The President replied. Alex didn't know everything in the world, but he was still very bright and knew that the President had studied history and political science. He probably knew more about Dracon's system than some Draconians.
Alex decided to speak up. "Though my father was successful in pushing through a law making it very detrimental to be caught with slaves kidnapped from other countries." The President nodded; Alex didn't mention that it was Alex who proposed the law change. Indeed he lost count of the number of times he walked by an auction house, usually the ones selling pleasure slaves, only to see girls chained up that look latin, or indian, or east asian. These were obviously not from Dracon.
"That was a good policy cha-" The President paused as the door opened and a teen girl strode it. Alex's eyes went wide as she walked in, he knew this was the president's daughter, but seeing her in person was different that seeing pictures. She was between her father and mother in skin tone, a bronzed, brown, caramel color that was the color of her absolutely flawless skin. Her face had to have been sculpted by an angle, and she had greenish-brown stones for eyes that sparkled. She wore a blue blouse that looked good on her as well as khaki dress pants to go along with it.
"Hey dad." She said, hugging her father as she sat down in the chair across from Alex. He tried not to stare as Natalie gave him a small smile and nod as she moved up her chair. To Natalie she was surprised, in pictures Alex had worn a beard in college, but had shaved it now. She would never admit it at that dinner, but Alex was extremely handsome, with a very strong jawline, icy blue eyes, and nice face, along with a muscular frame that filled out his suit. Alex gave her a smile back.
"As I was saying Archon, that was a very nice policy change. What I am hoping to convince you of is to show change from the top." The President said, Alex was only half listening. Alex had seen Natalie as she walked in, her rear end and legs looked great in her modest khakis, and her chest looked like a woman in her blouse.
"You want me to set an example I suppose?" The Archon replied as the food started to be served.
"I'm just saying, your family has a few thousand slaves." The President replied. "Releasing some into freedom would be a great sign of goodwill." The President continued.
"We have put forward new systems to help newly free slaves integrate, get and education, and more." The Son said turning his head away from Natalie and towards the two leaders of two very different nations.
"From my research, those systems are best for helping those human beings escape and emigrate from the country were they have little connections in the real world and could be easily kidnapped back into a life of slavery."
Alex looked at the President's daughter, he knew her name was Natalie, with a raised eyebrow. "That could be so. But those systems that help them emigrate, are staffed by my countrymen, and was put into place by my father's administration."
Natalie smirked. "Yall still have about five-thousand slaves of your own." She replied leaning forward in her seat. Alex smirked as he looked at her beautiful face, her hair had obviously tried to been hastedly straightened, but her hair was naturally curly. It was a dark, dark, brown, and looked silky.
"Well perhaps something can be arranged then as a sign of goodwill." The Archon said, having finished most of the food on his plate.
"I mean I'm sure your son Alex here could get rid of one of his hundred or so sex slaves he surely has." Natalie said, placing her arms crossed on the table.
"Natalie, for Christ sake!" Her father replied.
Alex leaned back in his chair, clearly smiling. "Surely? Natalie was it? I'm sorry Miss Natalie, but I don't actually have any pleasure slaves." He grinned at her. "I don't have to command pretty girls to come to my bed, usually they just ask to come."
"I'm sure you make them ask." Natalie mumbled under her breath. Alex's eyes went wide, and had to quickly stifle a laugh at that, he wasn't sure if the two leaders of their respective nations heard that crude humor.
"I mean, I'll say it. I would free, oh lets say, six slaves of mine, just to spend a night looking at you Natalie. Wouldn't even lay with you, I would free half a dozen slaves just to spend the night looking at you." Natalie's face quickly gave him a look as his father slapped him on the back of his head.
"You insolent moron!" The Archon said sternly keeping his voice low. "You're making a crude argument with a teenager in the white house! Are you that petty and stupid!" Alex just looked at his father as the President rubbed his temples with his hand. "My apologies Mister President."
"Oh I have a teenage daughter. And I have a son Alex's age. I can understand foolish attempts to look masculine and-"
"You Draconians really aren't taught tact or etiquette are yall?" Natalie said sitting in her chair and giving Alex a look. It was one of a bit of anger, but also one of almost humor, and curiosity.
Alex shrugged. "I guess not Miss Natalie." He replied looking around. "Hey I apologize if that's crude, but I figured that it was a good offer, freeing a half dozen human beings from bondage is such a heartwarming story."
"Oh do shut your mouth Alexander." The Archon replied as they went back to their dinner. Natalie was still giving him that look.
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That night around midnight, Alex found himself up, sitting on the desk near his bed in his guest bedroom. It was a fairly good sized bedroom with a private bath. He was a bit of a nighthawk and focused on work. However, tonight he found himself browsing the web for images and information on and of Natalie. He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he had an infatuation with the President's daughter. In fact, her bedroom was just a bit down the hall, just thinking about her made his mind buzz. "Pretty girl." He muttered to himself as he flipped through different tabs. Eighteen and already has the body of a woman. He raised an eyebrow and closed his laptop as he heard a quick, soft, but still strong knock on his door. "Pretty late for my father to chastize me." He muttered again, the rest of the dinner was a bit awkward, but the two leaders did their best to get back on track. Natalie never lost that look on her face, as Alex and Natalie often times found themselves looking at each other. Alex had the much more cocky expression. He walked over to the door and opened it, only to have to fight with all his discipline not to have his jaw drop.
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Standing in front of him was Natalie, the teen girl wore a dark blue, almost purple robe, and her lightly curly hair was put into a ponytail. The thing was however, was that her robe was undone and pulled open. With one leg placed in front of the other as Natalie struck a sultry, but almost casual pose of leaning against the door. Alex was stunned as he saw her perfect and toned midsection, her luscious legs, and perfect breasts, all packaged in what could of been lingerie or just a pair of fancy bra and panties that were white with grey stripes and just a little bit of grey frills. The panties had a small bow on it, and both her bra and panties had a design of clubs, hearts, spades, and diamonds placed on them. Natalie seemed to enjoy Alex's expression as she spoke in a casual but still serious tone. "Were you serious about your offer?"
"What?" Alex asked softly, still stunned by the sight of the teen girl in front of him. Natalie spoke again.
"Were you serious about your offer." She said, her eyes a bit wider in annoyance. "I come in, no sex, but you free six slaves." Understanding dawned on Alex as he nodded.
"Well I was never expecting you to go for it. But since you're hear, yeah, that sound good." He replied, though before he was finished Natalie's constantly darting eyes looked straight ahead, forcing her way in and shutting the door behind her herself, almost throwing Alex off balance as he had his hand on the door.
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Natalie had been in a bit of a trance herself the rest of that dinner and that evening. What Alex had said stuck with her, at the very end. Every human life had feelings, and an entire story to tell. She hated the thought that a person could go and tell their entire life through the lens of slavery. Freeing six people would be a proud achievement for her, almost as good as people recognizing her intelligence more than her body. She sat on her bed, thinking for much of that evening, finally she formulated a plan. Her heart was beating as she locked her door and stripped nude, changing into one of her very few pairs of fancy bra and panties. She then put her robe on over her shoulders. She didn't wear it often, but it wouldn't look that strange if she got caught walking in the halls with it towards a tv or bathroom.
Alex's room she knew was right down the hall from her's. She looked both ways before walking as quickly and quietly as she could to it. Standing there for a moment she took a pair of deep breaths as she looked around once again. Then with nervous and shaking hands she undid her robe and pulled it apart. Trying to look as sexy as she could she knocked on the door before leaning against the side of doorframe. Her breath coming out in nervous rasps before she composed herself.
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Alex meanwhile turned around as Natalie casually let the robe fall from her shoulders. "I'm not taking off my bra and panties." She said, as Alex stared, almost in awe at her perfectly sculpted and toned bronzed body. Exposed almost completely to him. "Still a deal?" She said turning around and looking at him.
"Well that is disappointing." Alex replied with a smirk as he walked over and placed his hands on the chair by his desk. "I mean, each slave usually goes for an average of five grand, that's thirty thousand dollars I'm passing up on. You may think I live off of daddy's money, but actually I don't get an allowance."
Natalie smirked just a bit at him. "I thought that was your salary to be on his diplomatic team."
Alex grinned at Natalie, his eyes looking her over without a care in the world. "I'm afraid you underestimate me when it comes to that. I actually study and help my father out with his diplomatic practices."
Now Natalie was grinning at him as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "And did you study me?" She asked.
"Not as much as I should have." Alex replied, looking her over still.
"Well, do we still have a deal?" Natalie said looking at Alex with a raised eyebrow.
"Well I mean, perhaps we can do a bit of a compromise." Alex replied, this kept Natalie's eyebrow raised. "I brought a pair of shackles, a family heirloom." Natalie's eyebrow stayed up. "Again remember our culture, they're supposedly for good luck in my family." He waved his hands. "Anyways, you have a nice body, I wouldn't mind shackling you to the bed and tickling the hell out of you." He added a wink.
"Tickling?" Natalie replied with a raised eyebrow.
"I assume everything we talk about here is going to remain confidential."
Natalie spoke is a serious tone, her face locking up almost. "Listen, just because this room is soundproof doesn't mean you'll get away with anything you do to me if you do something without my permission." She said leaning forward just a bit.
Alex's face was befuddled. "I didn't even know this room was soundproofed, actually- I, huh?"
"I know pretty much everything about this place." Natalie replied proudly. "They soundproofed it so diplomats would have less fear of being bugged."
"Smart and sexy huh?"
"I could actually be certified as a genius if I asked." Natalie continued as Alex sat down.
"But again seriously why did you tell me that?" Alex asked still a bit befuddled, sitting back in the chair.. "I didn't know that, and why did you word it like that?"
Natalie was a bit flustered. "I mean. I don't trust you, and I figured you would know about that, so I wanted to reinforce that I l have bound-"
"Oh my god the idea of it turns you on." Alex replied smiling.
"What!" Natalie said, her face reddening. "I do not. How dare you, if you weren't freeing six slaves for this I would leave!"
"Uh huh. Sure you just don't like the idea of being bound and gagged. Dominated?" Alex said slyly.
"You trying to get me to leave?" Natalie retorted.
"Seeing if you'll agree to be shackled and tickled." Alex replied grinning.
"You know what, fine, I can do that." Natalie said taking her hair out of the ponytail and letting it fall past her shoulders. She sat on the bed, nervous as she laid down, placing her head on the pillows.
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Alex was stunned by her flawless beauty as he took out the four shackles. They were the perfect length as he attached one to each of Natalie's wrists, and then two more on Natalie's ankles. Looking her over he loved her dark hair, her flawless skin, perfect midsection, and deep round navel. "Okay so here's what we'll do, Its 12:30, I'm going to tickle you until 4;30." Alex said taking the shackles on the left side of her body and locking it around the steel bedrest.
"Four hours!" Natalie exclaimed. Her eyes wide.
"Well this is the equivalent to thirty thousand dollars." Alex replied, liking how the shackles were the perfect length to make it hard for her to squirm. "After those four hours I'll give your stomach a massage for half and hour, feel up your thighs and then let you head back to get some sleep." Alex said with a wink as he walked over and came back with a roll of duct tape. "Don't give me that look, gagged laughter sounds cute, and you said this place is soundproofed anyways."
"You better not do anything we didn't agree with." Natalie said, trying to sound stern but failing, she wanted to giggle in nervousness but held it in.
"You mean I can't grope those perfect breasts of yours. Disappointing."
Natalie rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Just make sure my bra and panties stay on okay, beyond that oooommmmmmmphh!" She wasn't paying attention as Alex placed two large pieces of silver duct tape and smooth it on her pretty face.
"I'm actually surprised you're okay with that." Alex said as he finished shackling her and got on the bed, straddling her hips and soaking up the sight in front of him. Running his hands down her perfect belly, enjoying the warm and silky smooth flesh. Natalie shivered and lightly giggled just at that. "Wow. That ticklish huh? This is going to be fun!"