RP The Ambassador's
An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton
The following is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.If you are not an
adult, or reading sex upset you, do not read any
further.
THE AMBASSADOR'S
Chapter 1
At The Palace
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The screamed!..Her hands bound behind her back, she
lay, face down, bent at the waist across the wide Iroko
table. A rope, tied around her neck, and passed through a
hole in the table top was tied to the rail underneath to
provide her only restraint.Not that it was doing her any
good. She had almost lost all of her skimpy servants
uniform, and the way the brute behind her was wielding the
whip, it wouldn't be long before she lost the rest. No
amount of waving her butt would bring relief, and she knew
it now!
Sitting in his raised chair, Major Ibo Ngoro smiled softly
to himself as he watched the pay for her refusal to
fuck him on-demand.He would not put up with refusal,
particularly since he now ran Gujanga's secret police. No-
one other than President Mwanda himself had as much
unconditional power.
"I see you have not lost your touch Ibo!", a deep brown
voice intoned behind him, bringing him swiftly to attention.
"I assume you can afford this little diversion because all
the necessary arrangements have been made for the Annual
Ball.I don't want any screw-ups". This is the social
highlight of the year.
"Indeed sir!, All is prepared."
Then maybe I should sample your entertainment myself, Mwanda
chuckled as he advanced on the hapless girl.
Chapter 2:
At the Embassy
===============
Mireille Sisterre eased her up he long, elegant
leg, admiring her figure in the long bedroom mirror as she
did so.
"Do we have to, darling? I never enjoy these things, you
know that!" "I know I have to play the diplomat's wife, but
these arrogant black bastards are difficult to take to. Why
could we not have been sent to Mauritius or Guadeloupe.
Somewhere warm but civilised?"
"Stop worrying! You are young, beautiful, and bound to be a
big hit with the General.They say he loves to play host to
guests of stature and class. It's part of his thing."
"OK, OK, how do I look? Good enough for a General?"
Luc Sisterre looked longingly at his wife, 26 twenty
years his junior, and wondered fleetingly whether he had
time to spread those pretty legs of hers before they left.A
quick glance at his watch persuaded him. He still had time,
even though it wouldn't do for the French ambassador to be
late for the Annual National Ball.He moved slowly behind
Mireille, slid his hands around her waist and nibbled the
lobe of her ear.
" Why don't we treat ourselves before we go?"
Mireille leaned back against him, and allowed the warm glow
of arousal to flood over her.She was always ready, and she
knew that Luc wouldn't take too long. Sometimes she was
grateful that his inability to make it last was perfectly
matched to her own ease of arousal.
His left hand eased it's way up to caress her silk-covered
breasts, and she emitted a sharp gasp as his other slid up
under her slip and gently stroked her already liquid
slit.Leaning forward against the mirror, she watched as his
grimace of pleasure reflected back at her.
He slowly eased his penis into her, and began to thrust
long, and slow. Mireille felt the first streaks of pleasure
as he teased her clitoris. Feeling her respond, Luc's breath
quickened, the thrusts became shorter, and within a few
minutes both he and his lovely came in a gentle climax.
They leaned together, supporting each other as the flow of
passion ebbed, before Luc glanced at his watch.
"Merde" he muttered, "if we don't get a move on we will be
late".
Mireille grabbed her robe and headed for the shower.
"We don't have time for that, my love" he muttered. " Give
yourself a quick wipe and lets go!" The Ambassador and his
wife left the front door of the embassy, and climbed into
the Limousine.As she slid into the back of the car,
Mireille's skirt rode up a little higher than was
appropriate, giving a flash of pale grey top to the
giant African chauffeur.I wish I'd put on something a little
longer she thought as she saw him stare at her crotch hoping
to see more.
"Why can't we hire our own Driver", she asked. "I hate the
way that looks at me.I don't trust him one bit. They
are all the same here!"
"Please be careful, lower you voice", Luc cautioned."All the
embassies have drivers assigned to them by the Ministry of
the Interior.We are all sure that they work for the Gujangan
Secret Service."
The rest of the journey was completed in silence, the driver
never taking his eyes off the rear-view mirror,
concentrating on Mireille's hemline, whilst Mireille kept up
a constant smoothing motion to ensure there was nothing for
him to see.Nevertheless, when they alighted at the Palace,
she could not avoid giving the African an eyeful of
cleavage, and was rewarded by a grin of such pure
unadulterated lust, that she felt an icy ripple down her
spine. She was glad to enter the glittering confines of the
Palace hallway.
Chapter 3: The Ball
====================
The inside of the Palace was magnificent - total contrast to
the poverty and squalor elsewhere in the country.Mireille,
in keeping with convention, bobbed slightly as she was
introduced, and offered the hand of her host.Ibo Ngoro
looked down from his six foot two at the demure Frenchwoman
before him. The scarlet cocktail dress contrasted starkly
with the soft brown hair, and even more so with the creamy
pink of her breasts.He peered down into her and
began to reassess his priorities for the evening.This was
one desirable woman.
Mireille was ready to leave.She was hot, sticky, and for
more hours than she cared to remember, she had wandered
around making polite conversation with people she found
difficult to like.Africans are promiscuous, she decided
after being groped for the umpteenth time by black hands.On
the other hand, their womenfolk seemed subservient, without
a thought in their heads, only interested in their Man's
ability to provide gold jewellery.The whites at the Ball
didn't seem much different.All were privileged, and all were
very guarded with their conversation.It had not been an
enjoyable evening!
"Please, dance with me!"
It sounded more like a command than a request, and Mireille
was in no doubt that she could not refuse.They drifted out
on to the dance floor as the band played a slow, romantic
number. Mireille was not amused, but Major Ngoro was smiling
to himself as the band followed orders.He was not naturally
a patient man, but tonight he knew he was on to a good
thing.
"Are you enjoying your stay in Gujanga? He asked, as he slid
his hand down her back to rest loosely on her
buttock.Mireille felt the hand move, and cast around looking
for Luc.She did not like the way this was going.
"It's quiet and peaceful" she replied, sounding calmer than
she felt as he gently forced his leg between her knees.
"What you need is a bit of excitement" he offered, "get
yourself an African lover to add some spice to your love
life". His hand had now drifted lower and was cupping the
cheek of her arse.This was getting out of control, she
thought, desperately looking for a way out.
"Major" she retorted, " I can assure you that my love life
is perfectly adequate, and I have no need of a way to spice
it up Thank You!"
At that, Ngoro slid his hand up her skirt, wiped his finger
along the length of her slit, and raised it in front of her
face.
"Smell that, and then tell me you don't have the hots for
me.What you need is a good fucking, and I'm just the to
give it to you!"
A look of horror crossed Mireille's face as his words struck
home. Leaving the Embassy without showering had been a
bigger mistake than she could have dreamed. The smell was
unmistakable and Ngoro had drawn the wrong conclusion.
Before she had time to think, she stepped back, swung her
arm, and slapped him across the face.
"How Dare You!! She screamed, spun on her heels and headed
for the door.
Luc stared in horror as the sound reverberated around the
room, and he saw the sheer malevolence on Ngoro's face,
glaring across the room following Mireille;s exit.That, he
thought as he ran to meet her, was a bad move.
"Feisty little bitch isn't she?" whispered President Mwamba,
enjoying the look of embarrassment on Ngoro's face."I never
thought I would see the day that you were put in your place
by a woman".
"She will learn just how stupid that was. Never fear"
"I'm sure she will, I'm sure she will" chuckled the
President. "Oh, and when she does, save some for me eh?"
Subject: RP The Ambassador's Parts 4-9
An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton
This is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.If you are not an
adult, or reading sex upset you, do not read any
further.
Chapter 4: Arrest
Mireille was frantic.Luc had vanished.One moment he was
leaving for work as usual, the next he had disappeared, like
magic.
"He can't have just left, He has an important job to do, and
we have resolved the tension we felt after the Ball last
month" Mireille explained to the French Envoy, newly arrived
from Paris.
"We believe he has been arrested. Something to do with State
secrets.We are doing what we can, but the only person who
really knows anything is Major Ngoro, and he's not saying
anything.Rumour has it that he is pretty pissed off with you
and Luc.Maybe he is waiting for an apology".
"Well he's not going to get one from me, that's for
sure"."If I were you, I wouldn't be too hasty, these charges
carry a Death sentence in this country, and Ngoro has a
reputation for playing hard ball."
"So you think I should just be a good girl, put my tail
between my legs and offer that black bastard an apology?"
"That's about all we can do.Our diplomatic relations are not
so strong that we can force any other solution. We don't
even know for certain that Ngoro is holding him".
"Well I suppose if that's what it takes, that's what I will
have to do!", but I am no happy about doing it.
Chapter 5: The Deal
====================
"The French Ambassador's is here to see you, sir.She
says she has no appointment." The lieutenant could
hardly conceal a smirk as he made the announcement.
"Show her in, Jacob.If all goes to plan, you know what to
do?"
"Yes sir"
"Madame Sisterre, I did not expect to see you so soon,
please come in".
Mireille strode forward, attempting to demonstrate more
confidence than she felt.She had prepared herself for this
moment, wearing her most severe business suit, rehearsing
what she would say, second-guessing any foreseeable
outcome.She was still not sure whether she was doing the
right thing. " I wish to offer an apology for the events at
the Ball, and to ask you to release my Husband, who I am led
to believe you have arrested."
"I see!" scoffed Major Ngoro "you think a simple apology
will suffice?" I don't think you quite realise the
stakes.Your Husband has indeed been arrested, and will stand
trial in four weeks for spying.If things go against him, he
will be shot, so you had better put your mind to how you can
open negotiations quickly. There is no time to lose." "Look,
I am really sorry if I offended you, but I will do anything
to help free my husband".
"Accepted!"
"Pardon?" a puzzled look crept over Mireille's face. She
didn't understand what he meant.
"I said I accept your offer! You will do anything I ask to
ensure release of your husband". .An evil smile crossed his
face as he said it.
"That's not what I meant", you are deliberately twisting my
meaning, Mireille cried as the full weight of HIS meaning
dawned on her.
"It seems to me that you never say what you mean. But in
this case, the time for games is over." His hand drifted
down the front of his trousers, and he absent- mindedly
began to rub his groin."Your hand and mouth got you into
this problem, so you now have the opportunity to use them to
get you out of it".
Mireille slowly began to understand her predicament.This was
a development she had not forseen. He intended to make her
suck his dick, right here in his office.Humiliated and
disgusted, her mind went into overdrive. How could he do
this to her, and think he could get away with it.She felt
the pink flush of embarrassment rising up her neck. Turning
on her heels, she headed for the door.
"You are disgusting! She offered as her parting shot.
"And you are a stupid bitch who will learn that there is a
price to pay for embarrassing me in front of my people"
She stopped in her tracks, unable to see a way out."Look!,
this is silly. I'm sure we can come to some accommodation
over this little misunderstanding"
"You may call it a little misunderstanding, but if you close
that door behind you, I will not be responsible for the
consequences".
Mireille was trapped.There was no alternative she could see,
other than allowing this to humiliate her.Taking a deep
breath, she gathered herself, walked over to him, knelt down
and began to unzip his uniform.
"What do you think you are doing?" he barked.Mireille looked
up with a start.
"You have not asked permission! You will ask me to allow you
to blow me, you will then do it properly, swallowing
everything.Any stain on my uniform, and you will be
punished.Now! Ask!"
Shame and humiliation flooded through Mireille as the
situation finally got out of her control. With tears in her
eyes she stammered "Please? May I suck your cock"
"Sir"
"Please may I suck your cock sir?"
He nodded his assent, and Mireille got to work.The zip
opened easily enough, but she got the shock of her
life when his cock sprang free.She did not know such weapons
existed.Ten inches long, and as as her wrist, it was
already erect with anticipation.She had no idea how she was
going to get that monster in her mouth.
"Come on Bitch, get a move on" Ngoro croaked. "Open Wide"
A single tear splashed from her cheek as she opened her
mouth, extended her tongue, and licked the end of his
dick.Almost instantly, Ngoro grasped a handful of her hair,
and thrust his weapon between her lips and half way down her
throat."Nnggg!" she grunted at the shock of the movement.She
gagged as his dick hit the back of her throat, and only just
managed to avoid throwing up as the smell of him filled her
nose.He began to thrust, slowly at first, but soon he
developed a rhythm pushing into her face, then pulling her
head off by the hair.She was lost in concentration now,
knowing that at any moment he would ejaculate into her
mouth, and that she would have to it all.She failed
to hear the office door open.
The flash of the bulb took her by surprise.Being
unable to turn her head, she had to wait for several more
photographs to be taken before she could determine that it
was Jacob wielding the camera.As she did so, Ibo Ngoro
exploded in her mouth, filling it with warm viscous fluid.
She nearly choked but managed to enough to prevent
leakage.Feeling curiously pleased, she completed her task,
licking him clean, zipping him up, and raising herself to a
standing position before him.
"Not bad" Ngoro chuckled. "You have a natural talent. All
you need is practice. Do the same for Jacob on your way out,
and your Husband will be released on bail.
Chapter 6: Summoned to Dinner
=================================
Two weeks had elapsed. Luc had been released under House
arrest the day following his wife's encounter with
Ngoro.Somehow, she had managed to reconcile her feelings
with her behaviour, helped in part, by the knowledge that
she had taken the only action possible.If Luc suspected her
involvement, he never said so.
"RRRingg".Luc glanced at his watch, wondering who could be
at the door. It was 9.30, and there were no appointments in
the calendar."RRRRRingggg".
"Hold on!, I'm coming" he shouted as he responded to the
impatient ringing of the doorbell.He pulled the door open to
face the Chauffeur in full uniform.
"What are you doing dressed up like that at this time of
night" he demanded.
"I have been instructed by Major Ngoro to bring you and your
good lady to the Palace for dinner."
"We have already eaten, thank you," he lied, "so please tell
the Major that we graciously decline his kind invitation".
"He anticipated such a response, and asked me to tell you
that the other dinner guests include members of the Military
tribunal trying your case.Tonight would be an opportunity
for you to aid your defence".As he spoke, Mireille came to
see what the fuss was about, and the Chauffeur's eyes
followed her closely." additionally , he continued, it will
give your lovely chance to charm your Judges before
your trial.
Faced with no alternative, Luc and Mireille accepted and
went to get changed. Dark thoughts clouded her mind as she
pondered on his words, and the way in which they were
delivered.She was sure that Ngoro was up to something, but
nevertheless by 10.30 they were dismounting from the
limousine in front of the Palace.
The meal!
"So far, so good" Mireille thought to herself as she
surveyed the small group. The Eight dinner guests were
seated at a large round table.To her left, General Chakka.
Six foot plus of hardened soldier, rough manners, and a
brutish attitude to foreigners, women, and life in
general.To her right, Colonel Schmidt, reputably a mercenary
military adviser, thrown out of East Germany when the wall
came down. A little slug of a man, she knew him by
reputation as a cold-blooded killer, and a well-known
Francophobe.The Envoy had been right. Things did not look
good for Luc.Still, the conversation had at least been
polite, if a little stilted.
This had not been helped by the fact that the ladies
accompanying the three Gujangan soldiers were no more than
teenagers."Specially selected for their acquiescence I
shouldn't wonder" she mused to herself, as the last course
was served.
Suddenly, the conversation took a more disturbing turn.
"You may wish to know that we have set a date for your trial
Mr Ambassador" General Chakka announced.You have four weeks
to prepare a defence."
Luc stiffened in his chair, and the two flanking
him became noticeably nervous, unsure of what was about to
happen.
"I assume I will be given full diplomatic protection, and
therefore have no need to answer these trumped up charges".
"Not so", interrupted Schmidt. "Diplomatic relations were
broken off this morning.Everything will depend on your
willingness to co-operate.If I were you, I would be trying
to find ways of helping us get what we want."
As he spoke, Mireille felt a hand brush gently against her
thigh.She stole a swift sideways glance at Schmidt, who was
staring fixedly across the table at Luc.A second hand,
Chakka's, fell lightly on her knee.No pretence at accidental
contact this time.Mireille realised immediately what was
going on. It was HER co-operation they required. SHE was
what they wanted.Poor Luc, he was simply a victim of his
wife's stupidity.Why on earth had she slapped Ngoro.
"My spies tell me you are familiar with Jenga the tailor and
his wife.Is that so?" As Chakka spoke, his hand slipped
between Mireille's knees, forcing her thighs apart.Hidden by
the tablecloth, Schmidt also moved his hand into the space
created, sliding it up until it cleared her
top.Mireille felt her own sharp intake of breath and hoped
poor Luc wouldn't notice.
"Of course" Luc replied, clearly puzzled by the question. "
He makes my suits, he is the best tailor in town."
"He is also a French spy.He has confessed, and has
implicated you!" Mireille heard Chakkas words, but none of
it registered.His hand had now reached their goal, and his
finger was rubbing slowly up and down the outside of her
panties. To her horror, she felt a familiar tingle as the
silk became moistened by her own juices."Please don't let
this happen to me, she cried inwardly, to no avail.She was
becoming aroused, despite her best efforts to prevent it.
"I don't believe it" she heard Luc say in the
background."It's a conspiracy". He could have been a million
miles away as the Generals finger began sliding in and out
of her channel.
"I've had enough of this!" shouted Ngoro. "Guards! Take him
away, Lock him up, Get him out of my sight!"
A protesting Luc was dragged away, and as he was, Mireille
started to stand to follow him.Schmidt's hand on her
shoulder stopped her before she had the chance.Ngoro
muttered to the three girls, who slowly got up and departed,
leaving Mireille to face her husbands jailers alone.
Chapter 7:
And after..
============
"Stand up!" Ngoro demanded, all pretence at civility now
stripped away. "Put your hands on the table."
She stood up, her dress high on her thighs, held there by
her tormentors, and leaned forward as instructed.She knew
she should be protesting, but there was clearly no point,
and the fact that she was becoming sexually stimulated was
not helping.
"She's a willing little slut, chuckled Chakka, "but she
needs to learn a thing or two before she can free her
husband.Beats me why she bothers. He has such a little dick
he hasn't even broken her in properly."
"Aaarrgh" Screamed Mireille.Schmidt had decided it was time
for indulging some of his tastes and had forcefully pinched
her clitoris.The spear of pain shot up and down her spine,
causing her knees to buckle, and making her fall forward on
to the table.
"Save that for later, if we need to", said Ngoro, raising
himself out of his seat, and standing beside the quaking
girl. "Come on Bitch, show my colleagues what you have
learned already".
As the pain in her crotch subsided, Mireille Sisterre,
of the French ambassador, leaned over and the cock of
the giant African like a common whore.Her mouth gaped as the
fearsome weapon sprung to attention, and, just like a
professional she began to inch more and more of it down her
throat. Chakka gripped the back of her dress, and tore it
from her body, leaving her naked except for bra,
shoes and stockings.Within seconds he bra joined her ripped
up dress on the floor, giving Schmidt the opportunity to
inflict more pain by tweaking her prominent nipples.Tears
welled up in her eyes and she would have felt sorry for
herself but for the awful realisation that she was beginning
to enjoy it.
She was working hard now, and blowing on Ngoros cock
as though her life as well as Luc's depended on it.Even so
she was completely taken by surprise when, with a single
thrust, Chakka impaled her on a weapon at least as large as
Ngoro's.What surprised her even more was the ease with which
he penetrated her.She was so wet she could have taken a
railway train.Almost immediately she climaxed, shuddering as
her orgasm ripped through her body.
"Thank god!" she thought, but Chakka showed no sign of
stopping.Ngoro's climax burst in her mouth, but still Chakka
ploughed on.A second Orgasm sliced through her
consciousness, shattering any composure she might have left.
"YES, YES, Fuuccck me!"
Suddenly Chakka stopped, leaving her hanging on the edge of
her third climax. She looked down to find him sitting on the
floor. "Sit on me!" He ordered. "She complied, without
hesitation, helped by the fact that Ngoro had grabbed a
handful of her hair, and lifted her bodily on to Chakkas
dick. Chakka grabbed her hair as Ngoro let go, dragging her
face down to kiss him. His foul breath simply added to her
sense of debauchery, but even in this state, she was
unprepared for Schmidt's next move.
She felt his finger slide up the crack of her arse, teasing
the little rosebud. As she guessed his intention, any drift
towards her orgasm stopped as her blood ran cold.Her
protests ignored as he wormed first one, then two digits
into her virgin rectum.Her protests were getting more
frantic now, and she was relieved to find Schmidt withdraw
his fingers.Too late she realised that the relief was only
temporary.The bulbous head of his cock pushed hard against
her entrance, the pain was appalling, and suddenly slid its
full length deep into her bowels.
Her scream of agony rent the air, only to be replaced by a
choking gasping sound as the excitement created by the two
members rubbing against each other mounted.The relief, when
it came, took her by surprise and knocked any breath she
still had out of her body. She collapsed, face down on
Chakka's body as the two Africans fucked themselves to a
finish.
She lay on the floor, gasping with the sheer physical
effort, unsure what to do. Her clothes lay in tatters beside
her, and she had no idea what Ngoro had in store for her.
She was, however soon to be put out of her misery.
"I have decided to be lenient" Ngoro announced to her
astonishment. "You may have your wretched Husband back ā..
for now!, Give her a robe!"
Chapter 8:
Back at the Embassy
=====================
"What the hell is going on here?", Envoy Phillipe Trenchant
asked quietly to himself."Ngoro must be playing some sort of
game. First he arrests an ambassador for spying, ā.An
ambassador for Gods sake!, Next he almost apologises to the
French government and releases him on bail. Before the dust
has settled he invites him for dinner, āand promptly has him
re-arrested and thrown in to the shittiest dungeon on the
planet.Now here he is! the self- same ambassador sitting in
front of me as bemused as I am, wondering what will happen
next.
"My dear Luc", he started."We have been contacted by the
Gujangan government to say that they are prepared to reach a
compromise over your 'situation'.It appears that they still
believe you are a spy, but also have no wish to further
antagonise the diplomatic community.They are prepared to
allow you to f ly home in two weeks, providing that you and
your keep a low profile, and provide complete co-
operation between now and then."
"There is nothing we can tell them anyway, so hopefully they
will leave us alone" replied Luc, somewhat perplexed.He
still had no idea what this was all about.
Mireille also had Ngoro on her mind. In the few days since
Luc's release, she had found herself looking back at the
dinner party with decidedly mixed feelings.One part of her
remained appalled at the way she had been treated, but
another part of her longed for a continuation of the
licentious brutality she had endured, and which had finally
allowed her to enjoy her latent sexuality.At heart she now
knew she was a slut! It was therefore with renewed curiosity
that she opened the elegant envelope presented to her by
Ngoro's runner.
"Luc, my darling!" she exclaimed."We have been invited to
another of Ngoro's parties. He says he is laying it on to
say farewell to us".
"Tell him No Thank you."
"But Luc", remember what Trenchant the Envoy said.If we
upset Ngoro now, he might prevent us leaving, and who knows
what might then happen to you? Why don't we just go, stay
for a short while, make our excuses and leave."
Chapter 9:
Farewell Party
==============
Mireille leaned casually against the door frame, a glass of
wine in her hand, watching events unfold around her.She had
been expecting to be Ngoro's centre of attraction for the
evening, but that was proving not to be the case. She had
been circulating around the room for more than an hour
before she felt his warm breath on her shoulder.
"You look relaxed," he whispered."Obviously our party proved
to be to your liking".
"Please, leave me alone.I just want to go home tomorrow and
forget all about the way I have been mistreated by you and
your friends."
"Maybe you're right.I had planned additional entertainment
for tonight, but it doesn't have to include you." As he
spoke, his hand moved in lazy circles over her buttock,
sliding into the crevice occasionally before resuming its
stately progress.She couldn't help herself, and before she
knew it was pushing herself gently against his exploring
fingers."I will decide later!"
She was about to offer a rejoinder when she noticed that a
young woman had grabbed his attention from across the
room.She was young, mid-20s, small, dark haired, and
extremely attractive.She was also scared to death. Her hands
clung firmly to the sleeve of a middle-aged who could
only have been her husband, and who also looked as though he
was being hunted.As they watched, Colonel Schmidt sidled up
to the couple and muttered something to them.The shook
her head, silently mouthing "No! No!, but her protestations
died as her husband leaned towards her and whispered in her
ear. Looking even more terrified, the couple slowly made
their way out of the room through the main door with Schmidt
in close attention.Ngoro gave Mireille a sly smile."Until
later,.perhaps" he whispered.
Ngoro chuckled silently to himself as the evening's events
slowly unfolded. He gestured to the barman, who quickly
replenished Luc and Mireille's drinks. They were not to know
the drinks had been doctored, but he did!
"Oooh, I feel terrible" gasped Luc, his face slowly draining
of all colour. "Come on, love, I have to leave. I think I am
going to be ill." Ngoro appeared as if by magic.
"I will get a driver to take you home" he announced."Don't
worry about your wife, we will look after her, and make sure
that she gets home safely". Mireille tried gently to
disengage her arm, but his grip was firm, and his intention
clear.Not for the first time, Mireille grew concerned about
what they had in store for her if she stayed.At the same
time, she could feel herself warming to the idea as the
aphrodisiac in the drink began to take effect.
"I'll be OK darling" she re-assured him as he was led off to
the car. Almost immediately she found herself being
propelled towards a door at the rear of the room, as the
other guests slowly began to leave,
Subject: RP The Ambassador's Parts 10-End
The Ambassador's An entertainment for Adults only. By
James Anderton This is fiction, and should be treated
as such.
The following is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.If you are not an
adult, or reading sex upset you, do not read any
further.
Chapter 10:
The Trial.
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The room was unlike any she had ever seen.At one end, an
area to the side had been curtained off with what looked
like very expensive damask drapes. The remainder had a
slightly raised floor, almost like a stage, covered by
cushions and rugs, giving the impression of a large
bed.Knowing Ngoro's predilections, she had no doubt about
the use to which it was to be put.The occupants of the room
were all men.At her entrance, they all turned to look at
her. Schmidt and Chakka she recognised.Two others she did
not.One was a white man, pale and skinny, as though he
hadn't eaten or seen the sun for weeks.There was something
about him that she did not like.His mouth curled in a slight
smile that was not reflected in his eyes. The other reminded
her of Arafat the Palestinian.He was short, stout, with
classic Arabic features shaded by his burnoose. Beside him,
their leads in his right hand sat two of the most beautiful
Salukis she had seen.
As if on cue the lights dimmed, and Ngoro shepherded her to
one of the sofas arranged in a semicircle facing the
stage.She started to say something, but Ngoro placed a
finger acoss her lips in a clear gesture of silence.
"Begin!"
Immediately the curtains parted to reveal a man, sitting
upon a chair. His ankles were tied to the legs, and his arm
were presumably (for she could not see them) tied behind his
back.It was the she had seen in the ballroom earlier.
Chapter 11:
A Lesson in Humility
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Schmidt took centre stage.
"Gentlemen! ā and lady" he announced.A ripple of humour ran
across the room as he referred to Mireille.She felt ashamed,
they clearly all knew of her experiences."The you see
before you is Eduardo Rochas, Gujangan citizen, and
erstwhile owner of the Rochas estate.He is here because of
his French wife. She has been found guilty of spreading
dissension and organising opposition to our government.After
due consideration we have decided not to jail her, but to
teach her, and him a lesson.We anticipate that this could be
entertaining, and we are therefore pleased to welcome our
special guests, Frans Walwijk and Sheikh Raschid.I trust you
will enjoy yourselves
The door at the back of the stage area opened, and a
woman was pushed through it into the glare of the lights.
"Lady and Gentlemen, may I present Madame Alexandra Rochas".
The stood in the spotlight. Her cuffed hands shading
her eyes, trying to see the audience, as behind her the huge
figure of Tembo, Mireilles Chauffeur, loomed menacingly.She
was dressed in a plain black cocktail dress and high- heeled
shoes and her eyes darted around the room, desperately
searching for re- assurance.
"Tell us why you are here" demanded Schmidt.
"I have been accused of being disrespectful of the country
and it's government."
"Accused?"
"Yes", I flatly deny it, and in any case you have no right
to subject me to this indignity without alerting the French
Consul."
Schmidt ignored her, turned to the audience, and waved his
hand in a grandiose gesture. "as you can see, the bitch
needs to be taught a little humility. A simple apology is no
longer enough.She has already been found guilty, and must be
punished.
As he spoke, unseen by the now fearful girl, a hook on a
simple pulley slowly dropped from the ceiling and stopped
about a foot above her head.Tembo stepped forward, grasped
her hands, and before she could protest, slipped the short
chain between the handcuffs over the hook.She stood, stock
still, gazing up at the hook in disbelief.She began to jump,
short little hops, trying to dislodge the chain, but as she
did so, the pulley retracted slowly into the air, until she
found herself standing, not quite on tiptoe, but just on the
balls of her feet.As the truth of her situation became clear
her efforts subsided, and her demeanour changed to one of
silent insolence.Tembo sidled up behind her, pressing the
bulge in the front of his trousers against the small of her
back. As she struggled to avoid him, she realised that she
was being forced into thrusting her pelvis in the direction
of the audienceā. Not something she intended to continue.
Despite her determination to give them no satisfaction, she
heard herself mutter "Leave me alone you black bastard" to
the smiling chauffeur behind her. She could probably have
predicted his reaction, but the movement of his hands around
her waist, then slowly sliding up to cup her through
her dress, still came as a serious shock.
"Get on with it" Shouted Walwijk. "We're not here just for
you to get your rocks off!.. Show us more of the bitch".
As Alexandra began to mutter her protest, Tembo slowly slid
his hands down to her hips, and with slow, circulating
motion, slowly raised the hem of her dress.Slowly, the tops
of her were revealed, to the obvious delight of
the watchers., and as her bright came into view
they generated gasps of appreciation from the guests.
Schmidt broke the growing tension. " As you can see bitch,
we are not prepared to take your insolence any longer.By the
time we have finished with you, you will be grateful to be
alive." He paused for effect." Tembo, lets see her squirm"
Tembo continued slowly easing up her dress, as though he had
not heard the comments, until it was bunched up around her
waist. Then, grabbing the hem, he lifted it in a smooth
motion up over her until it hung loosely round her
neck.A quick flip, and the cloth covered her head,
fashioning an extremely effective, if temporary
blindfold.Alexandra began to struggle as the light went, and
suddenly she realised how helpless she really was.
"Spread your legs girl".Tembo issued the instruction,
knowing full well that it would have the opposite
effect.Without the realising, he stepped back from her,
picked up a slim, whippy cane, and struck her a smart blow
across one buttock.The unexpected pain sent an arc of fire
up Alexandra's left side, causing her to yell out loud.Her
buttocks clenched with the pain, causing her to squeeze her
thighs even tighter.
Two more strikes still failed to achieve the desired effect,
but added significantly to the audiences enjoyment as
Alexandra wriggled furiously to escape the pain.Tembo
decided that the time for foreplay was over.He stood
silently behind her, ran his hands slowly round her front to
cup her breasts, and whispered in her ear.
"I said spread your legs.I'm sure you don't want me to
continue beating you when you can make me stop so
easily.Now! Do as I say"
Alexandra, realising that her options were limited slowly
parted her thighs until they were a few inches apart.Even
so, in order to keep them on the floor, she was now
straining on tip-toe.
"Do you want to be lowered?" Tembo whispered.
"Please" sobbed Alexandra.
"Any sign of disobedience, and I will re-hang you. Do you
understand? Any sign!"
The woman silently nodded her assent as the tension
left her arms. Still hooked over her head, she could now
bend them slightly as she stood, feet slightly apart, in
front of the big Gujangan, who, unnoticed by the nodded
at the front row.
Walwijk got up out of his seat went up to the girl, still
shrouded in her dress, reached out and grasped her left
tit.Taken by surprise, Alexandra squealed as the pain hit
her. Immediately, the South African grasped her nipple and
twisted for all he was worth.Alexandra burst into tears not
only from the pain, but because she now knew there was no
hope of any reprieve.
Behind her, Tembo reached up, unhooked her arms, and pulled
her dress over her head.With a single rip he tore it from
her arms, leaving her still handcuffed, but naked in front
of Walwijk.His grip on her nipple never faltered as he
pulled her downwards until she knelt before him.Without
bidding she did what she knew he had been waiting for.Her
hands pulled down his zip, freed his dick, and she swiftly
took it into her mouth.The taste reminded her of socks,
and she had to concentrate to avoid throwing up, but she
knew this was her only hope.As her ministrations became more
frantic she felt his excitement grow until with a guttural
groan he sprayed his semen down the back of her throat.After
a short pause, only long enough for her to lick Walaijk
clean, Tembo,s dick replaced it before her
lips.Walaijk released his grip on her sore nipple, and moved
aside out of her vision, as her mouth opened as wide as she
could make it, encompassing the huge girth of Tembo's now
rigid tool.
"Faster bitch" Walwijk demanded, and as he said so, he dealt
her a lashing blow across her buttocks with the buckled end
of his belt.Alexandra screamed as the strap bit in to her
flesh, and almost clenched her teeth to resist the pain.At
the last moment she gained sufficient control to avoid
damaging Tembo, who responded by pushing his cock even
farther down her throat Walwijk was enjoying himself now,
and several more blows landed on her arse, leaving glowing
stripes which stung at the lightest touch.Only protests from
Tembo, fearful of losing his manhood eventually stopped the
sadistic Dutchman, who grunted his dissatisfaction at having
his fun terminated.
Alexandra's pain was almost unbearable, and she wondered
whether she would ever get relief. Suddenly, behind her, a
cool tongue began to lap at her.The salving effect slowly
dulled the pain, which slowly changed to pleasure as the
tongue concentrated on her cuntlips.She began to squirm,
firstly in an attempt to get away from it, and then from a
growing sense of excitement as she realised how arousing it
was.
Over in the audience, Mireille gasped as she saw the Arabs
Saluki move silently behind the kneeling girl.As she did so,
the huge figure of the President himself slid in to the seat
beside her.Without preamble he pulled her legs apart, ran
his finger up her slit, raised his finger to his nose,
and declared "Ah, I see you are ready for me!".
On stage, Alexandra began to recognise something was
wrong.Her excitement was growing as the long tongue rasped,
sandpaper-like across her clitoris. At the same time, the
panting behind her alerted her to the presence not of a
human but a dog,.Panic crossed her face, and she tried to
pull away from Tembos groin.He, however, was having none of
it.Grasping a handful of hair, he pulled her to him, filling
mouth and throat with his meat, and at the same time making
movement away from the lapping at her behind
impossible.
As the scrambled up her back, she realised with
horror that this was going much further than she had
expected, and that there was nothing she could do about
it.Each attempt to pull away was met not only by a tug on
the hair from Tembo, but also by the most excruciating twist
if her nipples, once more in the hands of the vicious
bastard Walwijk. She resigned herself to her plight and the
thought of the fucking her in front of the audience.
Things could not be worse.
On her seat next to the president, Mireille was on the verge
of her own climax. His fingers ferreted about in her
moistened slit."Come with me he demanded", grabbing her by
the arm and leaving no room for discussion."We have some
negotiations to conclude". Mireille stood up and followed,
pausing only to glance back at the stage where the now
rampant was preparing to make things worse than even
Alexandra realised.
Unable to direct his cock, the slid it up and down
Alexandra's slit, lubricating it until it was slick with her
juices. With a sharp stabbed, he hit the target.Not, as she
expected her cunt, but her arsehole. A stab of pain shot
through her that she was unable to suppress even with
Tembo's dick shoved down her throat.All pretence at pleasure
was now gone.Her initial arousal was instantly replaced by
pain and fear as the began to hump her faster than she
could possibly imagine.Tears streamed down her face as Tembo
looked down with contempt in his eyes.
"Think yourself lucky girl," he chuckled. "You were going to
get my dick up your arse, but I don't intend to
follow HIM.Now stop wailing and finish me off.Her
degradation complete, she had no alternative but to do as he
instructed, swallowing every last drop of his semen as it
splashed into her mouth.Excellent! He muttered.I will look
forward to more of that when I come to visit you on the
estate.
Alexandra looked up at him bemused."You said Ngoro was going
to confiscate the Estate and keep it himself"
"So he is" laughed Tembo, but I will be running it, and I am
appointing Monsieur Rochas as my Estate Manager.I wonder
what role we will find for you?..
Epilogue:
Mireille Sisterre, of the French Ambassador looked
admiringly around her new surroundings.Her time in the
Gujangan Republic had ended most unexpectedly.After the show
at the palace, the President had extracted full for
her treatment of his First Minister, but at least had kept
his word.She had been driven home that night, after Mwanda,
Ngoro, and two of their servants had taken their pleasure
from every bodily orifice she had to offer.
Luc had been recalled, promoted and reassigned, and now,
here she was, in one of the most beautiful Palaces in the
Arabic world.She had so much to look forward to.
"His Excellency the Sheikh" pronounced the servant at the
door, as a small, vaguely familiar figure marched in to the
room.
"My dear Ambassador, and your lovely wife, of course,
welcome to my home.
The colour drained from Mireille's face as two Salukis
padded in to the room behind him.
"Lovely to see you again Mireille, it has been a long
time.You know my of course!
If you liked this, let me know, I am not sure if I have the
energy to write another.
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