The brown skinned girl was nervous as she walked into the large and spacious room that overlooked a cliffside.  There were a good number of people there.  Mostly well dressed, fit, and spoke in Draconian accents.  Their heads often turned when they saw her.  She turned to the man next to her, standing on her toes to whisper into his ear.  “I think some people have taken notice of me Master.”  She said softly.

The man turned to look at her, smirking as she said that.  “Well you do look ravishing.”  He said to her before leaning down to whisper into her ear now.  “Slave.”  Natalie blushed as he said this, subduing an urge to shudder.  “Just call me Alex for the party though, have to be careful.”  He looked at her with his icy blue eyes.  “Right Natalie?”



“Of course, Alex.”  She said, running her hands along the black dress that clung to her figure.

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Alex shrugged.  “Besides, you are the first daughter after all.”  He said with a smile.  “Considering all that's happened recently, not surprising that your apparence here would turn heads.”  Natalie nodded again.  She had been in Dracon with Alex for almost six months now.  Six months as his slave; legally, but ironically unofficially.  To the outside world she was a 'goodwill ambassador' who was encouraging reform and even abolitionism in the wealthy pariah state.

Looking around she was relieved.  “I dont see to many slave girls.  That's a relief.”  She muttered, rubbing her bare arms.  Alex gave her waist a slight squeeze, making her wince.  Her dress wasn't very long, but it covered her midsection fully and much of her thighs.  Her belly was red and stung even as she walked due to the abuse that Alex happily dished out onto it.  And her thighs even had some whip marks.  The squeeze made her wince.

“I spoke with Chainhill before I came.  The guests might be a bit annoyed that there are only four slave girls in lingerie walking around with drinks, but while we are not full on political allies him and my family, well we get along.”

Natalie nodded.  “Isnt he one of the leaders of the Freeholders party?  Surprising, his family is old money.”

Alex chuckled and looked at Natalie.  “The Upper Chamber are all people with lots of money, old and new.  Very few exceptions.  Still, the freeholders are a massive voting bloc, one that his family have worked with for years.”  He said, speaking about the professional middle class of Dracon society.  “His interests are the economic interests of the Freehold.  And we can not get any legislation passed without them.”



Natalie nodded.  She had studied Draconian politics in her time in Dracon.  Alex made the brown skinned beauty study at least an hour or two a day.  Having a genius level intellect also helped.  “I know the term for the 'Loyalist' party changes depending on the Archon, but your father's loyalists are the Pragmatists.  They seem to align with the Freeholders often.”  She muttered.

“Yes.”  Alex replied.  “The Freeholders are most concerned with economics, and until recently thats where the Pragmatists were also focused.  Then an entire academy of girls goes missing in your country and well.”  He shook his head.  “Now we have to be more pragmatic with foreign policy.”  He said as they walked in.  Natalie nodded.  The Daphne Alba kidnapping is what caused the meeting between her father and Alex's.   The empathetic teen felt her stomach stir slightly as she saw two of the slave girls, shackled and carrying drinks around the party.  Nonchalantly groped, no response, even in their eyes as this occurred.  “Damn.”  Alex muttered.

“What?”  Natalie replied.

“Remember how I told you to basically just stay with me most of the time we're here?”  Alex said.  Natalie nodded.  “One of the main reasons I said that is here, stay well away from him.”  He said nodding towards a man.  Handsome, he reminded her a bit of Alex.  He looked a bit older than him, but was still a young man.  He also held a leash, a very short leash.  “Brought his own slave as well.  While not rare for formal parties such as this Chainhill had suggested in his invitations to leave our property at home.”  Alex muttered.  A air of distaste for the brashness to Draconian etiquette was on his tongue.  

Natalie looked at the man.  “He looks familiar.  “Augustus Rhonan.”  She said, the information coming back to her.  “Recently appointed head of the Internal Trade and Dominance Committee.”  She muttered; that committee was what her father would call a department.  Though one that wasn't under the Archon's control.  It oversaw the internal slave trade within Dracon, as well as likely having a hand within the blackmarket if it wasn't for the Archon agreeing with her father to crack down on it.  “A rising young star in the Nationalist party right?”  She asked turning back to Alex.

He almost sneered.  “Nationalist?  Yeah that's their name.  But everyone calls them the 'Hardliners'.”  He said, with slight anger in his voice.  “Dont get around him alone.  The Hardliners dont like my family.”  

Natalie had to hold back a giggle.  “That is well known.”  She said, rubbing her wrists and the faintest of marks, glad that the creams and oils that Alex used had made them fade.  The slave girl that was with Augustus wasn't so lucky.  Her wrists and ankles were shackled.  A collar around her throat.  The poor girl looked around Natalie's age.  Maybe a tad older, but Natalie wasn't sure if that was the case or if it was the fact that Augustus made his slave wear what looked to be a combination of a secretary's business attire and lingerie.  “The 'Hardliners' and Traditionalists often go against your father.”  She said to Alex.

Alex nodded.  “Yeah, they agree on a lot of things when it comes to the slave trade.  However the Traditionalists are more willing to budge on issues such as the blackmarket.  But they wont allow us to touch any of the domestic traditions we have.”

“I read that there was an argument between the leaders of those two groups recently.”  Natalie muttered.

Alex did laugh at that.  As they stood in the corner of the room, Alex's body language making it clear he didn't want to be approached yet.  “Yes there was a bit of a flare up.  Hardliners want to protect all of Dracon slavery.  Even the blackmarket; stubbornly the blackmarket.”  He said shaking his head.  “Blackmarket is the importing of at most ten-thousand foreigners as slaves every year.”



“At-most.”  Natalie said taken aback.  She paused.  “Sorry; sir.”



Alex smirked at her.  “You'll learn about that tone later.”  He said, and Natalie knew what he meant.  “I'm not saying that's acceptable, but thats the blackmarket at its high tide.  And for all your western media using us as convenient scapegoats and movie bad guys you have to realize stuff like the Daphne Alba raid is incredibly rare.  Usually if you combine all the kidnapped slaves from America, Canada, Europa, and Australia the totally is in the hundreds each year, not thousands, a single thousand if our slavers are profitable.  The overwhelming majority of the black market is foreigners from countries with extreme poverty where getting people for the blackmarket is not that hard at all.  And some governments even condone it.”



Natalie paused.  “Can I be blunt for two seconds.”



Alex thought for a moment, and nodded.

“That makes it okay then?”



Alex hid a smirk.  “No.  And actually I had half a mind to call out your media during our little stay in America about how they were concerned about three-hundred girls from America, but rarely spoke about hundreds of girls from poor Indian villages or war torn areas of the middle east and Africa.”



Natalie didn't reply immediately.  “That; isn't a bad point.  Sir.”



Alex did smirk now.  “Dont worry Natalie, our minds are numb to horrors in those areas of the world.  Three hundred all-American girls kidnapped from an academy in a single day?  Disappeared into a horror story for a life as a sex slave in Dracon?  Understandable your nation would be outraged.”  Natalie was silent for a moment.  “But we got distracted.  My point was that while the Hardliners are very pro-slavery in whatever form, they're almost aligned with the 'Youths' when it comes to sexism in Dracon.”  He paused.  “That's an exaggeration, they're still plenty sexist, but so is Dracon.  You told me a couple of weeks ago its like being in the 1950s over here if you're a wife, and that's not wrong now that I looked into it.  Traditionalists like it that way, hell if there was ever an expansion of slavery they would look at each other's daughters first and foremost.  The Hardliners wouldn't hate that idea, but they also respect women who prove themselves, and some of their leaders are women.  Traditionalists hate that almost as much as Hardliners hate the idea of closing down the blackmarket.”

“How classy of them.”  Natalie muttered.  Alex shrugged.  “So the Pragmatists, Freeholders, Traditionalists, and Hardliners.  Oh and the Youths, which back your father possibly even more than the Loyal Pragmatists.”



He held up a hand.  “On some issues.”  He muttered.  “Closest thing you'll get to.  Whats the group in America?  Hippies?”



Natalie gave him a look.  “Been reading to much about the 1950s and 60s if thats the analogy you come up with.”  She said, Alex gave her a genuine grin.  “Still that's five, when I look at a chart of your lower house there's six colors.”



Alex almost laughed.  “Well there's a party called the 'Domination' party that holds two seats there.”  He said shaking his head.  “They make the Hardliners and Traditionalists seems subtle in their vices.  Domination party on one hand would love to enslave every beauty on the planet and put the Dracon flag over every mine and other resource.  All the while would also settle for making every woman who's actually free in Dracon just another piece of merchandise.”  He paused for a moment.  “Not ones for protests or speeches either.  At least the ones they disagree with.”



Natalie nodded.  “When my father was running he had to spend more time beating down the far right members of his party than he had to spend arguing against his opponent in the actual election.”

“Yeah I think our fathers, for all the animosity, found a bit of common ground in that regard.”  Alex said looking back over, the look on his face souring.  “Well, here comes Rohan, even though Im standing near the doorway damn near at attention.  Etiquette is not something he cares about.”

Natalie paused, spotting Augustus Rohan walking over to them.  His slave girl on the very short leash.  Natalie winced, the poor girl's belly very well could have been redder as her's.  Her thighs certainly were.  Too Natalie's surprise the girl looked- latina?  “Ah, if its not the Archon's son and his American Mis- Goodwill Ambassador.”  He said, a smile on his handsome face.

“You really think you can say whatever is on your mind don't you gatmoroon?”  Alex replied, placing his hands into his pockets.

Augustus smiled at him.  “My, such language from the Archon's son.”  He muttered back.  He looked at Natalie, his eyes slowly ran up and down the teen's figure.  “You're even more beautiful in person.  Such a lovely first daughter.”  He said, obviously undressing her with the eyes.  “Of course, I know ways to make you look even more beautiful.”  He said, giving the leash the slightest of tugs to make the poor girl lean forward.

Natalie took a breath.  “For diplomacy's sake I'll-”



Alex held up his hand.  “You can't be this arrogant of a fool Augustus.”  He muttered back sharply.

Augustus just gave an innocent expression.  “Come now Alex, you know that in Dracon that's just a way to compliment a young woman on her beauty.  And my, you did rob the cradle didn't you?”  He paused.  “Oh wait, I don't think I can say that when the person I'm saying it too is so young and only has any position of his due to his father.”



Alex's hands became clenched in his pocket's.  “Where do I begin on that statement?  The fact that you're insulting the age of someone who will likely be accepted into Yale?”  He said looking over his shoulder at Natalie with silent pride.  “Or the fact that you insult me for nepotism.”  Alex leaned forward.  “Should we take a look at your father and grandvater?”

Augustus shrugged.  “You shouldn't allow yourself to be so thinskinned Mr. Einaar.  Besides, you're mad at my comments about Natalie, but I've heard some very reliable stories, from multiple sources.  What did you offer her?  The freedom of five slaves just to look at her in bed or something?”  His look turned towards Natalie, who's eyes had gone wide for a moment but quickly went back to normal.  Still, Augustus noticed something else.  “Ah, from the blush on those brown cheeks I have to wonder miss Natalie, did Alex keep his promise?”

“Enough.”  Alex stated firmly.

Augustus just smiled at both of them.  “The Archon's son; yet you still haven't even begun to form your information ring?  I had information on the upper chamber when I was barely into secondary school.”  He looked over his shoulder.  “Anyways, hope you'd like to meet my slave, her name is Arianna.  Very skilled, in many ways.”  He paused and gave her leash another tug.  “Not only are her screams as sweet as her body, but after a bit of training I found she makes a fine Secretary.”  He grinned.  “Besides, who else to better help my offer when it comes to slave auctions and transfers than one with such pristine first hand experience!”



“You're such a savant at job creation like the rest of your hardliner group, well done.”  Alex replied.  “If only the rest of the parties abandoned worrying about things like the economy and foreign affairs like your party so often does.”



“Such arrogance from a supposed Prag-”



“Gentlemen!”  A voice called out.  Natalie looked to the left and saw an older gentleman approach.  He had a bit of a silver fox to him, as he looked fit even as his hair was largely gray, though well trimmed.  “I hope you find my party well.  An honor to have a Rohan and Einaar here this evening!”  He said with a smile.

Alex nodded.  “Mister Chainhill, an honor, thank you for the invitation.”  He said reaching out and shaking the older gentleman's hand.

The man nodded.  “Of course, thank you for coming!  And I'm glad to see you two engaging in dialogue!  I must say I hate when they say we can not be civil and talk calmly when not in the halls of the chambers.”  Chainhill said with a smile as he looked at the younger men in front of him and the brown beauty each of them had at their side.

Augustus nodded.  “Of course.  And your party has been a pleasure so far.  I hope to enjoy it more.”  Augustus said with a smile.

Chainhill nodded.  “No doubt you will.  We have some fine seafood being prepared, and if I remember right that is your dining of choice?”  Augustus nodded.  “Good.”  He turned to Alex.  “I hope we can talk soon.  Please, enjoy this get together, we will talk no doubt.”  Chainhill said with a smile.  “First Daughter.”  He said, nodding and holding out his hand.  Natalie shook it, both liking the air of professionalism with which he spoke but also almost shivering a bit from the look in his eye.  

“We'll speak soon Chainhill.  It looks lovely tonight thank you.”  He said, as he guided Natalie away with a hand on her waist.  “Chainhill is a very powerful member of the Upper Chamber as you've likely gathered in your studies.  Even Augustus won't act like a manchild around him.”



“Wow, that is real power.”  Natalie said with some flare.



Alex chuckled.  Leading Natalie over to get some food before a voice called out.  “Is that the Archon's son?”  Natalie paused, the woman spoke with an American accent surprisingly enough.  She seemed to be in her forties, though didn't show it too much.  Her legs were open, and a slavegirl of her own was on her knees, ankles shackled, her wrists as well behind her back, as a ring gag filled mouth worked on the woman underneath the table.  The woman had a look of bliss on her face as she pushed the slave away.  “Tom, clean her up please once you're done with her throat.”

She walked over to them as a blonde haired man smiled.  Grabbing the leash and pulling the slave girl between his legs.  “I recognize you.”  Alex said.  “Julie correct?”  



The woman smiled.  “Yes.  A pleasure.”  She said with a smile.  “Just got back to Dracon.  Assisted in.  Well a thorn that even your father had to recognize needed to be pulled out for the sake of some people's sanity.”



“I see.” Alex muttered darkly.  

Julie turned to Natalie.  “And I recognize this face.”  She said with a smile.  “Natalie right?  Beautiful, absolutely stunning.”  She said.  “Love the dress, does amazing work with your figure.”

“Thanks.”  Natalie muttered.

Julie smiled.  “Heard you were spending sometime in Dracon.  You are beautiful.”  She muttered, making Natalie blush uncomfortably.  “Hope you dont mind but I voted against your father during the primaries.”  She said playfully patting Natalie's arm.

Natalie was confused.  “You voted?  In America?”



Julie just returned a wide grin.  “Lets just say I sought out to prove my use.  Dracon deemed me worthy of citizenship; the boons to my life have been-”  She looked over her shoulder at her slave which was now being used by her husband.  “-exquisite.”



Alex leaned down to whisper into Natalie's ear.  “Don't ask about her.”  He said, before looking at Julie.  “Yes, I hear you have a very beautiful slave yourself.”  He said dryly.  “And that you're a very stern Master.”



Julie gave him a knowing look.  “Well, you know about sparing the rod.”  She paused.  “I've found that she performs quite well when given out.  Tell me if you ever want to try her.  When I'm out of the country usually Alridge is looking after her, he adores torturing her; but he would also happily share with you.  It would be an honor to have my Marisa whipped and ravage by you.  Its what her body is good for.  Now.”



Natalie felt a sense of dread the longer she heard Julie speak.  As though there was a story she did not know but would sicken her if she did.  

Alex gave her a polite smile.  “I thank you for your generous offer.  From what I hear your explanations of how exquisite she is are completely true.  Still, considering my company let us talk about your other concerns you may have.”  He said with a smile towards her.

Julie looked at Natalie and laughed.  “Ah, being polite to your guest of honor huh?  And here I was hoping you had enslaved her.”  She said bluntly as Natalie just stared at her.  “She clearly has the body for it, not to mention a haughtiness that needs breaking.”



Natalie's mouth partially dropped.  “Excuse me.  But you don't even know me Miss Julie.”  She said.  “Yet you act like an expert on me.”



“Sweetheart I raised a girl like you for over a decade and a half.”  She spoke with a smile and an arrogant voice that seemed lighter than air.  “Trust me I know good slave material when I see it.”  She reached out and poked Natalie in the midriff, making her wince and back up.  She paused.  “Interesting.  Firm midsection thats flat, yet soft to the touch, and her reaction.”  She looked at Alex.  “She must have a sensitive belly to react like that.”



Alex opened his mouth.  “Yes maybe she-”



“See a reaction like that from my slave often times.  You need to have fun with that belly Alex.”  She paused as she looked Natalie up and down before looking at Alex.  “If you haven't already of course.”



Alex bit his tounge.  “I don't intend to start a war.”  He said with a playful chuckle.

Julie rolled her eyes.  “Dont have to do anything drastic.  Two young people such as yourself.  My Marisa was around your age when she was put into her proper place.”  Natalie's stomach dropped as she observed the back of the bobbing head of her slave.  Starting to piece it together.  “Its only natural to try new things, to take risks.  Wars shouldn't start over foreplay.”  She said with a smile.

Alex took Natalie's hand.  “Was a pleasure seeing you.”  He said with a smile as he started leading Natalie away.  “Hope to see you again some day.”



Julie smiled as they started walking away.  “Please, bring her over to my Estate sometime.”  She said.  “Let me show you Marisa and how I can help you with her.  I won't tell anyone what I observed here if you do.”  



Alex paused, dropping Natalie's hand as he spun on his heel.  “Is that a threat?”  He whispered to her.

Julie smiled at him, her eyes predatory.  “In a crowded party such as this?  Nonsense.”  She paused.  “I just want to help you put her into her proper station.”  She paused.  “When I made Draconian contacts I fantasized for so long about putting my sweet Marisa into her proper place.  We're not different, I see what you want; you might already have it.  Let me help you secure her into a mental state.”



“Enough.”  Alex muttered.

Julie held up a hand.  “Just one more thing, then I am done Mr. Einnaar.”  She said with a smile.  “My Marisa broke easily from the pain.  But the mental aspect?  Oh getting her to admit to being a slave was easy.  I whipped her every day, me and my husband, my dear friend Alridge as well, we all used her every day.  She sputtered and pleaded and sobbed for the first month at my estate.  Yet she just thought she was a free girl who had been forced into slavery.”  Julie paused smiling.  “The mental part, the part where she realizes that no, she was just a slave that I had been allowing to exist and pretend to be a free girl.  That her brains, beauty, kindness, everything was something to be owned.  Her pain to provide others pleasure and that was her proper place in life.  That took time.  And I can tell from her that she might enjoy you but she doesn't fully comprehend that you own everything about her.  Not just her body, but her mind and soul.  I'm happy to help with that.”



Alex looked at her as Julie looked over her shoulder at her slave-daughter.  She had a look of love in her eyes, but not love that anyone would have placed upon them.  Yet a voice in Alex's head was placed.  Natalie went along with him, the pain, the sex, the orders.  Still though, that was her body.  Her mind was brilliant, and still one that was largely independent no matter how faithfully she listened to her new Owner's orders.  Her soul?  Her soul was still her own.  “We can chat again.”  Alex muttered walking away.  “For now I have matters to attend to.”  He said sternly.  “Enjoy the party.”