NATALIE'S THESIS
by
Joe Doe
GRADUATE STUDENT NATALIE USES A TIME MACHINE TO QUANTUM LEAP
THROUGH HISTORY. BUT, WITH A LUSTFUL PROFESSOR CHOOSING HER
ASSIGNMENTS, SHE SOMETIMES HAS TROUBLE FINDING ANYTHING TO WEAR.
[Part 1]
Natalie, well-trained in both history and languages, was the only
student in the history department who knew about the time machine
that Prof. Searchem had invented. The professor was Natalie's
thesis supervisor, and the time machine quickly became an
invaluable research tool.
In her first assignment, she had gone back in time to meet
Alexander the Great. Unfortunately, Alexander quickly vanquished
Natalie's husband's army. Queen Natalie was forced to march stark
naked and in chains behind Alexander's chariot, past cheering,
leering throngs.
The crowd was not shy about shouting out their assessments of
her charms, and they predicted delicious moments for her when
Alexander finally turned her over to his men for "humbling." With
her hands chained behind her back, she was totally exposed for the
crowd's examination, and she would have given anything for even a
scrap of clothing.
The parade was a long one, and Natalie found herself staring at
the rump of Alexander's horse in order to distract herself from
the lewd comments and whistles all around her.
She was nonetheless pleased to report that, later that night,
Alexander took her to his tent and lived up to his name.
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Natalie enjoyed the first few days of her next role as the pampered
daughter of a Roman Senator. But, when her father was falsely
accused of treason, she was stripped naked and marched to the slave
market. For days on end, the proud patrician was subjected to the
humiliating probings of her former "friends" who now delighted in
treating her like a piece of meat.
She was particularly enraged during a visit from Senator Pabulum's
wife, knowing that she was the one who had framed her father and
arranged his downfall.
"Oh, Natalia!" the woman said in mock sympathy. "How terrible to
see you here. It must be dreadful to be chained to the wall with
a dog collar. I must buy you and get you out of here."
The old cow smiled down at the blushing "Natalia" and crisply
issued her next command. "Why don't you slip out of your
delightful little slave tunic so that I can have a better look
at you? After all, if I'm going to own you, I have to know how
I'm going to use you."
Natalie could see that Lady Pabulum had brought two of Natalie's
former slaves just to make the "examination" all the more
humiliating. But as she watched the tubby Senator's wife tap
the little whip meaningfully against her palm, she knew she had
no choice but to obey each degrading command.
Natalie bushed furiously as she slid the tunic off her shoulders
and let it slide down her body to form a useless pile at her feet.
"Not bad...in a common sort of way," Lady Pabulum said, tweaking
Natalie's exposed nipples with the whip. "Not good enough for MY
GUESTS, but some of your former stable slaves might find your tiny
grapes amusing."
She turned to one of Natalie's former slaves, who was eyeing the
naked, blushing Natalie with obvious delight. "I tipped the slave
dealer, and he agreed that I could get a small demonstration of
Natalia's oral talents, to see if she was ANY use at all."
She turned back to Natalie and smiled. "Why don't you get on your
knees, you little slut, and show your former slave what that sassy
mouth of yours is good for?"
Natalie had never been so humiliated in her life, but she
obediently got down on her knees in front of her arch-enemy
and pleasured her former slave. Lady Pabulum made Natalie
stick out her tongue and show her the gooey load before
ordering her to swallow every drop.
Lady Pabulum didn't buy Natalie that day, although she did
return almost every day thereafter with someone who knew
Natalie in her former glory. Lady Pabulum always had some
fresh way to humble and shame the Senator's blushing daughter,
and delighted in reminding everyone of how haughty Natalie
had been when she had been a "person."
One day she brought along a love-sick Senator's son who had
unsuccessfully tried to win Natalie's heart. Natalie hated
having to bend over and grab her ankles in front of a clod
she had repeatedly turned down for dates. But the smiles
and sly comments from her former slaves were far worse, and
she was almost relieved when her former suitor finally
purchased her after proving her physical fitness through
an extended game of "naked fetch."
That night in bed, Natalie realized that she had made a mistake,
and she should have married the clod when she'd had the chance.
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Her next assignment, as the wife of Leofric, Saxon earl of
Mercia, seemed easy, although she couldn't understand why all
of her servants wanted so desperately to cut her long hair.
Their motives became clear, though, when she walked out to the
stable yard with her grinning maid and the smirking stable
master. All of the leering servants were standing around in
a circle in front of an enormous white stallion.
"Good news, m'lady," the maid said, with a chuckle. "The
marketplace is NICE AND BUSY today, and EVERYONE is waiting for
you there. It's a PERFECT time for you to go on a nice LONG ride."
"The stable lads will lead the horse for you, m'lady, so that we
can make sure the horse doesn't go too fast, and you'll have a
nice SLOW ride through Coventry's busy streets," the stable master
added, slyly.
"The horse I shod for you is a nice tall one, m'lady," the grinning
blacksmith said. "It will give everyone...I mean, YOU...a perfect
view!"
Natalie was confused by their obvious pleasure in her ride until
she saw her name embroidered on the saddlecloth:
GODIVA
She blushed as she reached for the top button of her gown. Eagerly
her servants moved in for a closer look....
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Natalie had been excited to finally escape to America, since the
language and accents were easier. It had been a thrill to land
with the pilgrims, but her modern and liberated ways soon earned
her a trip to the village stocks.
She wasn't surprised when a group of the local ruffians sneaked
back to the stocks and stripped her naked as the day she was born.
But she was surprised when the town elders decreed that her
"shameful nakedness" was evidence of her "strumpetry" and sentenced
her to a paddling in front of the entire town.
She knew that her kicking legs and squirming bottom provided quite
a show. The crowd's shouts of "Make her dance," and "Show us some
fur again, Miss Prissy!" caused her face to burn almost as brightly
as her bottom.
Having to spend another day in the stocks stark naked was even
worse. The "decent" women of the town simply glared at her,
while the others winked at her or rubbed their backsides in mock
sympathy. The obscene comments and hand gestures from the men
were even more degrading.
The ruffians were back that night, and, although she never saw
their faces, she knew that each one left there a very pleased
pilgrim....
And she was one very satisfied sinner.
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As the wife of the Royal Governor of Massachusetts, Natalie was
able to meet many of the founding fathers and gather fascinating
information about Colonial America. But, when the Colonies rose
against England, the angry mob stripped her naked as a jaybird and
marched her through the streets of Boston to the Common.
Despite her previous experiences with colonial justice, she still
blushed crimson as the town scum loudly assessed her naked charms.
The revolutionary leaders took their time applying the tar and
feathers, and used it as an excuse to reveal and probe her most
intimate places before the laughing, drunken mob. Natalie gained
a whole new appreciation for Alexander Hamilton's insight that too
much democracy is mob rule.
Although the tar and feathers were quite uncomfortable, riding the
bouncing rail through the town was actually rather pleasurable....
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In the early 19th century, Britannia ruled the waves, and Natalie
enjoyed sailing through the Mediterranean to meet her husband. As
the wife of an English colonel, she was treated with deference and
respect on board, at least until the Barbary pirates attacked.
The black seamen regarded white infidel women as animals, and the
beautiful aristocratic ladies were soon stripped naked and chained
together flat on their backs in the stinking hold of the ship.
Natalie had the feet of two other women pressed against the side
of her head most of the trip, and she actually looked forward to
the times when the cruel pirates would take the women out of the
hold and "dance" them on the deck.
Of course, since she wasn't a virgin, she had to "entertain" the
lusty seamen while she was up top. But she was happy, because they
first scrubbed her down with rough brushes and seawater to wash the
"white stink" off of her.
The seawater felt good, and Natalie quickly realized that the more
pleasing she was, the longer she got to stay on deck. She soon
became a favorite of captain and crew alike.
The slave market was crowded, and there was something indescribably
shameful about being made to stand naked on the block in front of
the sea of dark faces. But the auctioneer's description of her
performance on the ship and his remorseless display of every inch
of her naked flesh ensured that the blushing beauty fetched a fine
price.
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Her time on the auction block helped solidify Natalie's views on
the evils of slavery and racism, and she was pleased to find that
her next assignment was with a group of Northern Abolitionists in
the days before the American Civil War.
She and several of her white sisters assured high attendance by
closing each meeting with a demonstration of the horrors that
their black sisters were subjected to in the plantation South.
One by one, the proud white women were marched onto the stage
wearing nothing but cheap white shifts or old potato sacks. A
group member pretending to be a "slave trader" would then invite
eager audience members up on stage to "examine the merchandise."
There was never a problem getting volunteers from the audience.
On one memorable evening, Natalie was led out into a crowded
courtyard wearing nothing but an old grain sack held in place by
a shoe lace tied in a bow around her neck. To her horror, she saw
that "the buyer" who came up to inspect her was none other than
Col. Andrew Alexander.
She had gotten into a spirited argument with Col. Alexander at an
elegant dinner party the evening before. He had argued that women
were best suited for traditional roles, and she had playfully
proved him wrong by humorously besting him at every opportunity
during the conversation. Her sparkling wit had been the hit of
the party, even if the enraged Col. Alexander did leave early.
She shivered as she saw her elegantly dressed arch-enemy approach
the block for a "pre-sale examination." Col. Alexander had been
chosen for tonight's festivities because he was familiar with the
slave markets of the South and knew how to make a wench show her
wares. Natalie felt her buttocks clench as she saw the colonel
exchange his walking stick for a short riding crop.
The "auctioneer" explained the bogus "cover story" to the colonel
and the crowd. Natalie was a lovely young Yankee who was supposed
to have come south to claim an inheritance, but it was then
discovered that she was "in fact" 1/32 black...and thus legally
a slave. The auctioneer gently suggested that, since she had been
raised as a genteel white lady, Col. Alexander should try to
respect her modesty as much as possible.
"Bosh!" he replied. "I wouldn't buy a cow without seeing her
udders...particularly a cow with such tiny titties as this one,"
he said, flicking his crop against her chest contemptuously. "The
last thing we need is some fair-skinned darky acting like a white
woman. She's a nigger, and, where I come from, all slaves are
auctioned "nigger naked."
With that, he reached behind Natalie's neck and slowly, teasingly,
undid the knot. The crowd held its breath, wondering if he would
really strip the beautiful, well-educated beauty naked for all to
see.
They gasped when the knot at last gave way, and the old sack slid
off to reveal Natalie's charms.
As the colonel had demanded, she was now indeed "nigger naked."
The inspection could begin.
Natalie stared at her feet, too deeply humiliated to face the
crowd. But the colonel would have none of that and used his crop
to lift her face so that she could see the amused expressions of
the men and women who were gawking at her. Then he used the crop
to move her hands to her sides, ensuring that she was totally
exposed.
The night before, she had been the belle of the ball and had
laughed and danced and flirted with the same people who now
looked at her with undisguised lust, amusement, and contempt.
Although there were many smiles and whispers as she stood naked
and exposed before the throng, there wasn't a sympathetic
expression in the yard.
"I can see that, with those tiny dairies, she doesn't have much
black blood in her," the colonel sniggered, nudging his crop
against her nipples. "That flicker in her eyes shows a glint of
intelligence, but the crop will soon teach this little savage not
to be so uppity!"
He ran his fingers approvingly through her brown hair and expertly
examined her teeth, ears, and eyes as if he were buying a prize
horse.
He poked her with the crop, and she obediently turned, exposing
her lovely backside to the "Abolitionists" who would soon be
bidding on her naked charms. The colonel expertly ran his hands
up and down her legs. Then he picked up her feet as if shoeing a
horse, forcing her to awkwardly hop on one foot as he examined her
delicate soles.
He ordered her to place her hands on top of her head, punctuating
his command by tapping his crop against her bare bottom. Flushed
and humiliated, she quickly obeyed.
To her horror, she felt the crop tapping against the insides of her
thighs, and he commanded her to "spread your legs...nice and wide.
And don't try any of your monkeyshines!"
She spread her legs, but hesitated for a moment when he then
commanded her to "bend over, and put your paws flat on the block.
Stick that nigger rump of yours up in the air nice and high."
Her resistance to the demeaning command was met with a sharp SWISH!
of the riding crop across her naked backside.
"Don't get fancy with me, wench!" the colonel thundered. "I'll
chain you in the breeding shed with a dozen coal black bucks until
you've learned your place."
Natalie submissively bent over in the required position and tried
to ignore the titters from the ladies and the approving comments
from the gentlemen as her most intimate secrets were brazenly
exposed. The colonel handled her quickly and skilfully,
manipulating her privates and pointing out to the crowd
what a "hot, wet bitch" she was.
Then he invited the audience to come up and "examine the
merchandise" before the auction began.
It was bizarre to Natalie that the same men who had doffed their
hats and bowed when they were introduced to her just a few hours
before would now slap her bare bottom if she didn't jump high
enough when ordered. Chivalry had disappeared as quickly as her
lovely ball gown.
The female "buyers" used their hands less, but they seemed to
delight in making her squat and fetch and jump to "show off the
goods." Natalie had expected a bit of sympathy from the women who
had so recently been treating her like a sister, but, if anything,
they seemed to delight in her humiliation even more than the men.
The conclusion of the evening's activities was a "mock auction" in
which the Natalie and the other women Abolitionists were auctioned
off as "slaves for the night" in order to raise money for their
cause. During her extensive tour, Natalie had raised thousands
of dollars and met nearly every important political figure of the
impending Civil War.
Col. Alexander wasn't the only future leader of the Confederacy to
attend. Ostensibly they came to denounce the unfairness of the
"Yankee propaganda." But Natalie noticed that the fine Southern
gentlemen and their wives were always the first in line for the
examinations, and they were never stingy during the auctions.
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During the days that led up to the Spanish-American War, Natalie
once again found herself at sea. The Spanish attacked her ship,
and, under the guise of "looking for papers," the Spanish captain
ordered that the most beautiful American women be brought on deck
for a public strip-search.
Although the Spaniard told the other passengers and the crew that
they could go below decks in order to "espare the delicate
sensibilities of the women," everyone on board agreed that they
should watch the whole procedure from start to finish in order
to lend the furiously blushing women "moral support."
Natalie didn't like having to strip to the buff in front of the
British cabin steward who had spent the previous evening polishing
her riding boots. The smile on his face did not seem to be overly
supportive.
"It's about time someone taught these bloody American bitches a
lesson," she heard him sneer as she stood naked on the deck, her
hands clasped tightly behind her head.
The search was bad enough, but, when she reached shore, she was
horrified to find that news of the incident had spread like
wild-fire, thanks to the yellow press. The Hearst newspapers,
in particular, had splashed Natalie's pictures and lascivious
accounts of her ordeal across the front pages for days on end.
Natalie was greeted with knowing smirks and sly winks wherever she
went, and the "War Bonds" tour turned into quite a chore.
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As a double agent during the waning days of the Second World War,
Natalie was able to uncover a treasure trove of information about
both German Intelligence and the French Resistance. When she was
arrested after the war as a "collaborator," she naturally turned
to her friends in the Resistance to establish her innocence, but
they insisted that even now her work was too important to "blow her
cover."
But Natalie had very little cover to maintain when she was stripped
naked and marched through the streets of Paris. The crowd cheered
lustily as her head -- and other more sensitive areas of her
anatomy -- were shaved as bare as a billiard ball.
Natalie wasn't surprised to see the local scum turn out to see her
beauty exposed, but she was surprised to see that all of her
"friends" in the Resistance had gotten themselves front row seats,
and led the cheers to "shave her bare!"
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Natalie's assignments had been chosen by Prof. Searchem, and she
had to admit that he had done a good job of selecting a variety
of times and places that illuminated the roles women played in
various historical periods. But she was amazed that, no matter
where (or when) she went, she always seemed to end up naked. She
joked that she should change the title of her thesis to "Guys Never
Change."
The time machine also offered Prof. Searchem the opportunity to
record each of her adventures, and she noticed that he seemed to
watch the videos of her various ordeals over and over again.
The professor was obviously a man who loved his work, but Natalie
was starting to suspect that he might have an ulterior motive.
She was pleased that her next assignment was in the recent past,
since it required less research prior to her trip. It seemed that
there had been reports a few years back that a Deputy Duffy had
been improperly detaining female suspects, and she was sent to
investigate the interrelationship of "Law Enforcement, Traffic
Stops, and Gender-Based Profiling in Early 21st Century Vermont."
She was dressed in just a halter top, sneakers, and denim shorts
as her red convertible cruised down the road doing seventy miles
an hour. The radio was so loud she didn't hear the siren behind
her....
Edited by C. Lakewood