Aryanne quickly left her office, and began to travel eastwards on foot. Obviously it was no trouble for her, she marched almost all day long with her troops, so her legs were built to handle all this walking.

The head of state traveled over mountains...through forests...across the sea...and through the sky. Just kidding! Germaneigh was mosty flat plains and farms, with a few large cities in between. A perfect funnel for an invading army, another reason she needed help.

All it took was a single day for her to enter Poneland, and half a day more to reach the eastern half of the country, where Maresaw was located.

Once Aryanne stepped into the gates of Maresaw, she was greeted by one very tall soldier, and one rather...skeletal-looking soldier. Both of them had tiny pins of their flags on their uniforms, Nechoslovakia and the Hooviet Union, respectively.

"Ahoj, dobre odpoledne...Can I help you?" the Nechoslovak soldier asked.

Aryanne nodded, remembering the password that Antall Novotny gave her over the phone.

"In unity we overwhelm."

The two soldiers looked at each other, nodding, and grabbing both of her hands. Aryanne jolted, but they both had a firm grip and teleported her before she could properly react.

Aryanne found herself in a dimly-lit basement, sitting in an enormous chair at a conference table. Suddenly, the lights brightened up, and she shielded her eyes.

Once she adjusted to the light, Hooviet leader Josef Stallion was sitting at the end of the table, in the flesh. Unlike many of his citizens, he looked rather healthy, and quite large.

"Ahhh, Aryanne, Führer of Germaneigh...Привет, честь познакомиться с вами," he said, "no need for that silly disguise, we are safe."

She nodded, shaking his strong hand, noting that he held onto it just a LITTLE longer than he should have. She took off her disguise, and attempted to ignore the fact that he kept looking at her rather strangely. Most of her citizens did that anyway, why would this be any different?

"Hmm, I expected there to be more than just the two of us here, but it seems Nechoslovakia is l-" Josef began, but then the door to the conference room opened. Through it came the Nechoslovak president, Antall Josef Novotny.

"Dobrý den, your excellencies. Apologies for my lateness, I was taking time to prepare my terms for signing this glorious alliance."

Josef Stallion coughed slightly. "Ehem, well then, now that we are all here, courtesy of my puppet president Bolesaddle Bierut...let us discuss how we are able to counter the significant advancements in recent years of the IFA."

Antall chimed in, leaning down and taking off his boots, placing his tired feet up on the conference table. "But first, I believe we could all use a little rest from our journeys. We all walked here on our own, did we not?"

Josef facepalmed and replied, "You COULD rest your feet without placing them on the expensive table...but if it strengthens the friendship between our nations, then I will participate as well."

As the Hooviet head of state removed his own military boots and rested his large, rough feet on the table, he turned to Germaneigh's supreme leader. "Perhaps, Aryanne, you'd like to rest your exhausted feet, like both of us are? I'm sure a more relaxed environment will get us all better terms on this treaty of cooperation and friendship."

Aryanne became a little apprehensive. She didn't wear any socks for the journey, and except in the presence of Anonymous, she didn't like them to be seen or touched.

But Josef Stallion was right about the terms. So, as she leaned down to remove her only layer of protection against prying eyes from her feet, her face turned a bright shade of red. She tried not to let her shyness be seen as the heels touched down on the expensive mahogany surface.

Both the other leader's eyes, even while focusing on their paperwork, somehow began to watch every little movement of her strong, yet so highly sensitive feet. So Aryanne tried to move them as little as possible, a habit that was quite hard to break.

Regardless of the two communist leaders eyeing up her slim white soles like they were big delicious Equestrian apples, the political meeting commenced. Much of the time was spent debating over how much control the Hooviets and the Nechs would have over their respective countries. But when Aryanne began to discuss military bases for both countries being built near her major cities, the two leaders of the stronger countries lost most of their focus on their terms of the treaty.

"...and, um...it would benefit us all if you stationed troops near my cities, kept them under your protection..." Aryanne explained, her feet rubbing together slightly out of habit, "And Germaneigh is prepared to aid in any sort of pre-emptive strike against other nations..."

Josef couldn't concentrate. Both he and Antall were thinking the same thing. He decided to break this uncalmable sexual tension, leaned over towards Germaneigh's glorious leader, and swiped his fingers up her right sole.

"EEP!!" Aryanne yelped, her bare sole yanking back at the feeling of Josef's adventurous fingers. "What...did you..."

Josef Stallion chuckled at Aryanne's flustered reaction. "дорогой, the Hooviet Union is as strong as ever. You and I both know that Germaneigh barely has any troops, or resources for that matter, to even speak of. No, what the Union wants...what I want...is full, unbridled access to a DIFFERENT sort of resource that Germaneigh has...a jewel, you might say. A pair of them, and I'm not talking about ones you would find between my legs."

Antall, President of Nechoslovakia, scooted closer to the Führer, and poked his fingers into her left ribs, causing her to jolt. "Nechoslovak troops would be happy to help Germaneigh repel any and all invasions from IFA if their leader got hands-on access, permanently, to what's in those boots of yours...as well as the rest of your uniform..."

Aryanne began to sweat profusely. Were these two leaders asking...to...do things to her feet? And that's what she had to give? On the one hand...anyone except her Reichsmarshall touching her bare skin was a no-go (despite feeling all too good) and on the other hand...depriving her people of protection was also a no-go...

As the two leaders reached down and began to grope both of her feet, causing her to pant and her mind to haze over, she finally shouted out.

"ORDNUNG, ORDNUNG!! F-for my people...if my body must suffer...it is agreed..." Aryanne gasped, curling her toes and pulling her feet out of their grasp. But she knew it was only for a short time.

"Excellent, 'Mein Führer'...I have written up the treaty, will you sign it?" Josef inquired, sliding the treaty towards her, already signed by Nechoslovakia.

Aryanne read through the terms of the Maresaw Pact. The terms were simple: the ability for either, or both, leaders to enter Germaneigh, and have unrestricted access to her nude body, whatever she happened to be doing. In exchange, both nations would station troops all around Germaneigh and provide resource aid.

And reluctantly, Aryanne signed her name. The Maresaw Pact was done, the countries were bound.

Josef Stallion grinned, lustfully, staring into Aryanne's eyes. "And we'll have our first session of 'access' right now, glorious Aryanne...but we need to do it in a more secure location..." he said, as Antall Novotny grabbed Aryanne's chest through her military uniform. She scowled at him, trembling and blushing madly, but she couldn't do anything to stop him. Nor could she stop Josef from teleporting all of them away, leaving her precious boots behind and sealing the fate of her soles.

All three of the leaders materialised in a deep, dark hallway of a Ponelish prison. Antall and Josef held onto the Germane head of state tightly, as Josef led them along the various cells. Aryanne noted that oddly, none of them contained any prisoners. But as they approached the end of the hallway and looked to the left, Aryanne began to shiver a little.

Both leaders led her into that cell, larger than the rest, and sat her on the cushioned metal table in the middle of it. Shackles for the wrists, stocks for the ankles, toe cuffs on the stocks all were unnerving features built into the large table...and when she saw the small, slightly-ajar chest in the corner of the cell...she knew what she was in for.

"As bare, helpless and exposed as your delicious feet are right now, Aryanne...I think I can speak for us both when I say, I demand you to remove the rest of your clothing," Antall said, grinning maliciously.

Aryanne nodded softly. It was part of the treaty, after all. As Josef Stallion knelt down to feel and inspect her perfect feet, she tried her best to ignore it and opened up her military top, exposing a lacy pink bra that had the same design as her cutie mark, and two rather ample breasts behind it. Ashamedly, she also pulled off her trousers, allowing her legs, strong and shiny from marching all the time, to be exposed to her two captors.

Both of the leaders pointed to the stocks and the shackles. "Now, you wouldn't FORCE your new allies to put you in there themselves, would you?"

Even though Aryanne knew what would happen if she were to be stuck on this table...she obeyed, placing her feet in the stocks, and they were locked very quickly by the Hooviet Union supreme leader. Next, he took great joy in locking every one of her toes up, one at a time, to be as restrained as they could be. Josef couldn't let her go anywhere, these feet were his to have fun with.

The same thing happened to her wrists, with the Nechoslovak president swiftly closing them around her limbs. Aryanne let out a nervous sigh, unable to cover herself. At least her bra and panties were doing the job.

But then, Antall grabbed hold of each article of clothing, tearing them up with one swift motion for both of them.

"Sorry, Aryanne...these have to go," he said, as he tossed the ruined undergarments onto the floor. Now that she was taut, completely bare, and exposed, the two leaders sat in front of her feet, laying their hands on each one.

Aryanne was defenceless. There was nothing she could do now.

Author's Note

Nechoslovak translations:
Ahoj=Hello, Hi
Dobre/Dobrý=Good
Odpoledne=Afternoon
Den=day

Hooviet translations:
Привет, честь познакомиться с вами=It's an honour to meet you
дорогой=My dear

Germane translations:
Ordnung: All right