Chapter 12: president's daughter
Elsewhere,
aboard a private jet en route to Canada, President Hartley's 19-year-old daughter, Charlotte, sat with a smile playing on her lips. She was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, her straight brown hair falling in a neat curtain over her shoulders. She was oblivious to the storm brewing back home, her eyes fixed on the news report playing on the small TV screen in front of her. The two Secret Service agents flanking her exchanged a worried glance as their earpieces crackled to life, the voice of President Hartley herself cutting through the pleasant hum of the jet's engines.
"It's time for my daughter to return home," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. "Make sure she's in compliance with the new rules by the time we land."
President Hartley's voice echoed in the earpieces of the two Secret Service agents, Thompson and Davis, who sat on either side of Charlotte. Their eyes flicked to each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Thompson, the more seasoned of the two, leaned slightly towards the young agent, his voice low enough to avoid detection. "We can't just strip her on a plane, sir. She's the President's daughter."
Davis nodded, his eyes darting to Charlotte, who was still engrossed in her tablet. "We need more details. How do we make this happen without her freaking out?"
Thompson pursed his lips, his gaze turning thoughtful. "We'll have to be subtle. Start with the shoes, maybe? Make it seem like a game or something."
very very hot girl in light-green t-shirt and jeans and minimal belt and earbuds sitting in airplane between two cute 30-year-old male agents wearing black suits as she is using a tablet.
Thompson's brows furrowed in thought, his gaze flicking from the oblivious Charlotte to the virtual reality headset tucked away in her carry-on. "What if we use the VR headset on her? Her vision and hearing would be blocked, and we could... facilitate the transition." Davis's eyes widened, then narrowed as he considered the implications. "You mean, like, slip her clothes off while she's immersed in the game?" Thompson nodded, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Exactly. And the new rules say that we can fuck her, right? So, why not?" Davis hesitated for a moment, his gaze darting to Charlotte. But with a shrug, he conceded, "I don't see why not. It's not like she'll know what's happening.
She'll be lost in that fucking game world, none the wiser to what we're doing." Thompson leaned in closer to Davis, lowering his voice even more. "And if she does figure it out, well, she'll just have to get used to it. This is America now, baby. Freedom isn't free anymore."
Davis nodded, a dark grin spreading across his face. "Alright, let's do this." He reached into Charlotte's carry-on, pulling out the VR headset and a pair of noise-canceling headphones. He handed them to Thompson, who quickly got to work setting up the device.
Charlotte looked up from her tablet, her eyes flicking between the two men with a hint of confusion. "What are you guys doing?" she asked, her voice casual and unconcerned. Thompson and Davis exchanged a glance, Thompson giving a subtle nod. Davis leaned in, his voice low and reassuring. "Just a little game, Charlotte. Your mom wants us to make sure you're relaxed for the flight. You up for it?" Charlotte's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, a playful smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Sure, why not?"
Davis winked at her, handing the VR headset to Thompson. "Great.
Now, just put this on, and we'll get started," Davis said, handing the VR headset to Charlotte. She took it from him, her eyes flicking between the two men, a hint of uncertainty flashing across her face. But she shrugged it off, placing the headset over her eyes and the headphones over her ears. Thompson gave a thumbs-up to Davis, who nodded back, a grin spreading across his face.
"Alright, let's get this party started," Davis murmured, his voice barely audible. Charlotte was already immersed in the game, her eyes fluttering closed as she was transported to a different world.
very very hot girl in light-green t-shirt and jeans and minimal belt and vr headset sitting in airplane between two cute 30-year-old male agents wearing black suits while looking at her and touching her shirt
Thompson leaned over to Davis, his voice low and barely audible. "Get the pilot to head toward America. We need to be closer to home for what's about to happen." Davis nodded, pulling out his radio and whispering into it, his eyes never leaving Charlotte. "Head towards American airspace, over," he said, his voice steady and commanding. He turned back to Thompson, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Done. Now, let's make sure she stays nice and toasty." He leaned over to the control panel, his fingers flying over the buttons as he cranked up the heat in the cabin. The air vents hummed to life, the warm air blowing out in steady streams, enveloping Charlotte in a comfortable blanket of heat. Thompson watched as she shifted slightly in her seat, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Perfect," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Let's start with her shoes. If we take them off, it'll make it easier to get to those tight jeans of hers." He nodded towards Charlotte's legs, their gaze lingering on the denim that hugged her curves like a second skin, the shape of her panties clearly visible beneath the fabric. Charlotte, still oblivious to their intentions, continued to respond to her headset, her voice animated and excited as she delved deeper into her virtual reality game.
Thompson leaned in, his fingers gently brushing against Charlotte's ankle as he carefully untied the laces of her left shoe. He worked slowly, deliberately, ensuring that she wouldn't feel his touch through the immersive game. As the laces loosened, he slipped the shoe off her foot, his eyes never leaving hers.
He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her pink sock, before kicking the shoe away, sending it sliding across the cabin floor. The other agent, Davis, quickly moved to her other foot, pulling the string of her shoe and carefully parting it, revealing her other pink sock. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he tossed her other shoe aside, joining its mate. Charlotte, still engrossed in her game, didn't seem to notice the loss of her footwear, her voice animated and excited as she continued to play.
Thompson leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Time to get those tight jeans off, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers tracing the hem of her denim jeans. He made quick work of the button, his deft hands unzipping her fly with ease.
As the zipper went down, the view of her innocent white cotton panties began to emerge, starting with the waistband peeking out from beneath her jeans. Thompson's heart pounded as he took in the sight, his breath hitching slightly. He glanced over at Davis, who smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Those jeans are tight, but I think we can manage," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But those panties, though..." he trailed off, his gaze lingering on the curve of Charlotte's hips.
Thompson nodded, his fingers gripping the waistband of her jeans, ready to pull them down. But Davis held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Wait," he said, his eyes narrowing as he watched Charlotte. "That's not going to work. She's sitting down, remember?"
Davis's eyes narrowed as he watched Charlotte, her arms stretched out in front of her, mimicking the movements of her character in the game. "But look at her. She's using her arms like wings. It's like she thinks she's flying." Thompson smirked, his gaze flicking from Charlotte to Davis. "That's perfect. That means she won't notice when we lift her shirt. It's the perfect time." He reached for the hem of her shirt, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric. Davis mirrored his action, their hands meeting in the middle, gripping the shirt tightly.
"On three," Davis whispered, his gaze locked onto Charlotte's face. Thompson nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to lift her shirt. "One... Two... Three." Together, they lifted the shirt, their hands moving in sync as they pulled it upwards.
Charlotte, still lost in her game, stretched her arms out further, as if trying to bring flight to her virtual character. The agents paused, waiting for her to settle before continuing their slow ascent.
As the shirt rose, it revealed her smooth, pale skin, the soft curve of her waist, and finally, her innocent white bra. The delicate fabric cupped her perfect, pert tits, the gentle swell of her breasts pushing against the cotton. The agents couldn't help but admire the view, their eyes lingering on her exposed skin.
"How will we get this over her head with the headset still on?" Thompson murmured, his gaze flicking from her breasts to Davis.
"We'll have to be careful. The shirt's tight, but we can't brush her skin." Davis nodded, his fingers gripping the fabric, their movements slow and deliberate. Together, they worked the shirt up over her head, the material slipping off her arms without a hitch. Charlotte's hair tumbled down, the disheveled locks falling into her face. She brushed them back, her hands moving automatically, her focus still on her game. "There we go," Davis breathed, his voice barely audible, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as they took in her exposed skin. "Now, the bra. While she's got her arms up like that, it's the perfect opportunity."
Thompson nodded, his gaze lingering on her pert tits, the delicate fabric of her bra barely containing them.
"We'll have to get this bra off too. The new rules... they say we can't leave anything on," he explained, his voice barely a whisper.
youthful girl in white bra and unzipped small jeans and black vr headset sitting in airplane between two cute 30-year-old male agents wearing black suits while looking at her and touching her back, her arms are straight out in front of her
Charlotte, lost in her game, leaned forward, her arms stretching out like wings as she mimicked the flight of her virtual character. Thompson took advantage of her movement, his deft fingers working the clasp at the back of her bra. Davis, however, grew impatient, his eyes narrowing as he watched Thompson's futile attempts. "Come on, come on," he hissed, his voice low but urgent. Thompson, focused on the task at hand, didn't notice Davis's growing frustration. "I'm trying, I'm trying," he muttered, his fingers finally managing to pop open the clasp.
Charlotte's bra loosened, her breasts instantly dropping from the loss of support. The agents on both sides carefully moved it down her arms, hovering the bra so it didn't graze her skin. Thompson's eyes widened as her tits spilled out, the nipples hardening in the cool air. He couldn't help but admire the view, his breath hitching slightly. Davis, however, was more focused on the task at hand. "Not too fast," he hissed, his voice low but urgent. "Or she'll feel the breeze on her tits." Together, they worked the bra down her arms, past her hands, and with a sigh of relief, flung it across the plane, next to her shirt. Thompson leaned back in his seat, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Now that's what I call progress," he murmured, his eyes lingering on her bare tits.
Charlotte, still lost in her game, shifted her weight, her breasts swaying gently from side to side as she mimicked the flight of her virtual character. Davis looked over at Thompson, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Alright, we're going to have to work together for this next part. It's time to get her jeans off." Thompson nodded, his gaze flicking from Davis to Charlotte's hips, where her innocent white panties were clearly visible beneath the denim. He licked his lips, his eyes narrowing as he considered the task ahead. "We should pull her panties off at the same time. Our window is small, and if she feels anything, she might start asking questions." Davis grinned, his fingers gripping the waistband of her jeans. "You're right. We need to be quick and precise. Ready?" Thompson nodded, his eyes meeting Davis's.
"Alright, let's get her jeans off. We need to be precise, and quick. On three, she lifts her weight off her left butt, and we slide them down."
Charlotte, still engrossed in her game, miraculously shifted her weight, lifting her hips slightly from her left butt cheek, as if her virtual character had just taken a step. Davis, seizing the opportunity, carefully slid the waist of her jeans and panties down slightly, revealing the crack of her ass. Charlotte, still mimicking her character's movements, leaned to her right, giving Thompson the window he needed. He gripped the material tightly, pulling it down further, the denim and cotton sliding past the curve of her ass, inch by inch. Thompson glanced at Davis, their eyes locked for a moment, a shared sense of anticipation and urgency passing between them.
They slid more and more down past the hump of her ass, the fabric of her jeans and panties rolling slowly down her thighs, exposing the smooth curve of her ass and the soft skin of her upper thighs. With each inch, Thompson's heart pounded harder, his breath growing more ragged. They moved by her feet, giving the jeans and panties one last tug, and suddenly, they were down and off, leaving Charlotte's shaved pussy exposed, the sprouts of her pubic hair glistening in the dim light of the cabin.
side view of hot girl with brown hair completely naked with black vr headset sitting in airplane between two cute 30-year-old male agents wearing black suits while looking at her and touching her
Charlotte's breathing hitched as the cool air hit her bare skin, her nipples hardening even further. Davis and Thompson exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with shock and awe. They had done it. They had stripped the President's daughter down to nothing but her socks.
Thompson tossed the jeans and panties aside, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I can't believe we got away with this," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. Davis, however, was already moving, his eyes locked onto Charlotte's bare pussy. "Not for long," he growled, his hands moving to his belt, quickly unbuckling it. He yanked it off, his pants following close behind, his cock springing out, hard and ready. He stepped forward, his arms wrapping around Charlotte's legs, his hands gently pushing her knees apart as she remained blissfully unaware, still lost in her game.
Charlotte's body tensed slightly at the touch, her legs parting reflexively, her mind still focused on the virtual reality world. Davis's cock twitched, the sight of her bare pussy making him even harder.
He stepped closer, his knees brushing against the seat's edge, as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. Precum coated his length, allowing it to slide in circles around her sensitive nub, eliciting a gasp from Charlotte. She shifted in her seat, her legs parting slightly, her body responding to the unfamiliar sensation.
Thompson, not wanting to be left out, stepped behind her, his hands cupping her tits. He gently rubbed her breast, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipple. Charlotte let out a soft moan, her body jolting at the dual sensation. But then, reality seemed to dawn on her.
"Wait," she gasped, her hands flying to her body, patting it down in disbelief. "Where's my clothes?" She reached for her headset, a panicked look crossing her face.
"What's happening?" She tried to remove the device, but the agent, Thompson, swiftly smacked her hand away. "Too late for that, sweetheart," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Charlotte's eyes widened, and she tried to move away, but Davis, still behind her, held her firmly in place, his hands gripping her thighs.
Davis's cock, slick with precum, continued to tease her clit, the sensation sending shivers through her body. Charlotte's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt her body respond to the unfamiliar stimulation. Her pussy grew wet, the moisture coating Davis's cock as he slid it back and forth across her sensitive nub. Charlotte's body began to tremble, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to process what was happening.
"What... what's going on?" she stammered, her eyes widening as she felt the pressure of Davis's cock against her pussy. "What happened to my clothes? They're all gone? Even my panties?"
Davis smirked, his eyes never leaving her naked body. "All barriers are gone, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Just like your dear old mom, the president, ordered. You're ours now."
Davis chuckled, his voice dark and menacing. With that, he thrust his cock into Charlotte, breaking through her hymen, causing her to wince and gasp. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out, her hands flying to her head, trying to remove the VR headset. "What are you doing? This is crazy! I've known you two forever, how did you get my clothes off?"
Davis's thrusts were brutal, relentless, his cock pounding into Charlotte's tight pussy, causing her breasts to bounce with each thrust. The sight of her bare tits was a sight to behold, the nipples hardening and turning a darker shade of pink as her body responded to the intrusion. Charlotte's pussy lips spread apart, her juices coating Davis's cock, making it slick and slippery.