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Subject: {ASSM} The Embassy
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The Embassy
 
    Today the group of men and women  will arrive at the Great City.  From 
the rumors that I have heard, they are  seeking the friendship of the 
Dreadful Leader.  Wise of them to seek to  appease rather then resist.  The Horde 
has flowed inevitably closer to the  civilized world at defined by those 
living in it.  Not sure that would be  the open interpretation  of this endless 
mass of warriors as they conquer  one after another country.  Subjugating 
each and every one to their  dominion.    
    Suing for the friendship of the  Dreadful Leader is often the best 
choice.  Having a facility for language  has given me the responsibility of 
being an interpreter often when a country  wishes to gain favor and additionally 
trading rights.  The fact that I was  once from one of the Western States 
adds to the Dreadful Leader's delight, when  he can show those that come to 
him that he can be benevolent to those who  do not resist.  Showing them the 
one hand of friendship and the other  of total destruction has worked well 
in conquest of lands.
    Exempt of my other duties that I  might read up on the visiting 
legation and prepare for the meeting.  A  massage and warm bath and then donning a 
simple form fitting dress of the finest  silk and soft slippers.  The gold 
jewelry gifted from my lord, adorning my  older; but still toned body.  
    Yes, in answer to your  question.  I would be considered part of his 
"harem."  He has  collected many women and men from all of the countries that 
he has conquered and  many he seeks to in the future.  This harem a visible 
sign of the control  of the various men and women of the world that he 
reigns.
    His sexual appetite varied in  whether using a woman or a man and in 
what way he uses their bodies.   Rarely is he soft in his needs and also 
rarely does a person die from the excess  of his kinky nature; but it does happ
en.  Many have physical and emotional  scars from his fixation on them.  It is 
not that a person is young or old  or beautiful or ugly, male or 
female..........it is just that he loves his  variety.  Enough of this sexual talk,  
suffice to say that with the  quantity of sexual partners choices there is 
little chance that he will bother  one much after the novelty has worn off.
    My footsteps soft movement over  the marble floors of the great palace. 
 The Great Palace and the Great City  being whichever one he is occupying 
at the moment.  There have been  many.
    Stopping at the entrance to the  throne room and waiting to be 
admitted, then walking with bowed head and  kneeling before the Dreadful Leader.  
Head bowed as I wait for him to  acknowledge and give me his instructions.
    A huge and powerful man. His  immense proportions are akin to his skill 
as a warrior and not obvious; his mind  as a statesman.  He may look 
barbaric and brutish; but his calculating mind  has done as much to conquer as the 
savage warriors he commands.
    Walking with my guards to the  waiting room, and finding that the 
delegation had already indulged in  refreshments and dressed to meet the great 
lord.  A goodly company of men  and surprisingly a number of women.  The dress 
of the women to impress the  lord with their sophistication and elegance.  
The western style elegance of  the gowns and jewelry showing off the 
superior airs of the west.  Or so  they suppose.
    Meeting with the head of the  delegation and going over a series of 
ground rules as how to behave and act in  the throne room.  Seeing the look of 
surprise at my ease with their  language as I explain to them what is 
expected and what is not  acceptable. 
     I speak many languages  very well and many others not as well.  That 
is part of my duties for the  Great Leader.  To be up on the language and 
customs of each country that he  entertains with embassies.  My particular 
specialty is the westerns lands  where I was born.
    He has more then one person that  speaks each language and even in my 
small party greeting this embassy there is  one to listen to what I say and 
make sure that I follow the lord's instructions  precisely.  
    Am I boring you with this  introduction to the life of negotiation.  It 
is what I do.  You wanted  to read about sexual quirts and kinks most 
likely.  With everything in  life, you must set the ground rules, the foundation 
and then go from  there.
    As I speak with the head of the  group, my eyes are observing the other 
representing this country.   Politicians, merchants, warriors a combination 
of notable men; and women to show  off the beauty the realm.  A mistake for 
sure, bringing women of great  beauty to this meeting.  I can picture the 
lust building as Great Leader  speaks with the men; but responds to the 
beauty of the women in this legation  and also some of the men.
    Shaking my head as I finish my  meeting with the group and give them 
time to make their final plans before  taking them to the Great Leader.  
Little do they know what is in store for  them.  I have done too many of these 
meetings and they rarely if ever have  gone as the visiting  delegation had 
planned. 
    I am not a beauty if you are  wondering.  Tall for a woman,  taller 
them most men.  My dark  hair shorn to my smooth pate, except for a long dark 
braided top knot that hangs  just below my shoulder.  A look I don't like; 
but not a choice, as I have  very little choice in my looks and dress.  My 
nose a bit aquiline and my  mouth wide for my face.  Hazel eyes, gleaming when 
my lips brake into a  wide smile.  My complexion not dark, but a complete 
tan from head to  toe.  Nudity a part of life in the harem area.  My shoulder 
wide and  breasts small cones with pointy tips.  Belly still smooth with 
just a small  hint of roundness to pubic area.  My genitals bare as is the rest 
of my  body of hair.  Lower lips pouty and noticeably hanging.  My hips a  
little wide; but legs long and toned.  
    My body swaying naturally now as  I have learned to at all times walk 
with a sensual movement.  A stinging  lesson to be sure.  Many lessons have 
been learned in the years since I  have been with the Great Leader.  And much 
have I learned of my body and  what pleases others.
    I did mention that I am not a  willing part of this harem.  I wear a 
fine gold collar around my  neck.  As I do wear small gold rings in each of my 
nipples and the hood of  my clitoris.  A fine chain of gold linking those 
three rings to the  collar.  Small rings of gold in each of my ear lobes and 
a loose bracelet  of gold on each wrist and ankle.  That is my jewelry that 
I have  mentioned.  The wrist and ankle rings loose enough for a strap to 
slide  under them, but not loose enough for them to slip off my hands or feet. 
  Each bearing the mark of my master, the Great Leader.  They look fragile  
and delicate and rich; but are really part of my bonds.
    The procession wending it path  through the guarded corridors of the 
palace.  The soldiers in the legation  looking with disdain at the warriors in 
their battered war worn gear.  A  big mistake to discount these men of war; 
because of their look.  The eyes  of the merchants wide with the vast 
wealth displayed on the walls and along the  way.
    Waiting a the large double door  of the throne room while the embassy 
is announced to the Great Leader.   Wondering how these people feel, as even 
I am a little antsy as I wait, and I  know a bit of what to expect.  Not 
all; but enough.  The Great Leader  is not that predictable.
    Are you bored yet?  That is  what missions to other countries are, 
mostly boring.  However, this is not  a normal situation.  You have a very 
unstable man waiting this  group.
    Walking to the throne in a slow  stately procession.  My hips swaying, 
as I proceed the slow parade to the  dais.  The form fitting silk sheath, 
conforming to my ample hips and  swaying alluringly behind me, or so I hope.  
The disapproving look of the  delegation, well the women mostly, at my 
attire and lack of garments other then  the simple silk dress, still fresh in my 
mind.  The hard nipples of mine  swelling more and becoming more pronounced 
as I think on group behind me.   Wondering if any of the women are excited 
by my twinkling ass cheeks as they  shift under the silk.  
    Stopping in front of the  elaborate throne, and the not unappealing 
man, clothed in clean soft  leathers.  His hair pulled back with a leather 
throng, his hands looking  clean and not smelling of horses and sweat for a 
change.  His muscles  flexing as he sits up straight and looks through me to the 
milling group of  petitioners.
    Lifting the hem of my skirt and  kneeling in front of my master, 
kneeling head to the floor and kissing the floor  in front of me.  Wondering if 
those behind me will also kneel and incline  their heads in bows or bend knees 
in curtsies.  Not my problem at this  time.
    "Rise my Raven."  His words  loud and clear in his native tongue.  
"Come here and introduce our guests  and what they desire."  Gracefully rising 
to my feet and climbing the three  steps to the throne level and turning to 
kneel alongside of his left hand.   Lifting my head as I reach to my collar 
and hand him a fine chain of gold, that  he attaches to his throne.  
    Leashing me as his property,  letting those in front of him know my 
status as a slave.  My eyes lowering  for a moment and then kneeling upright.  
My chest thrust forward, hard  pointy nipples pushing at the fine silken 
material.  Darting out the  swollen tips and outlining the circle of the rings 
through each sensitive  nub.  Repressing a soft moan as the material glides 
over the erectile  tissue.
    "My Lord, may I present:   The Earl of Mawfry, who represents the Isle 
nation of  Britannia.   With him are nobles of the realm and merchants.  
They are interested in  forming a treaty pact for the mutual benefit of both 
realms.  They have  brought chests of goods and monies for you.  Will you talk 
with them my  lord?"  The nodding of one of my escort to meet these people 
nodding that I  have translated what we briefly talked about earlier.  I am 
the official  translator; but the Dread Leader trusts no one that speaks a 
language he can't  understand.
    As the conversation moves back  and forth between the Earl and my Lord; 
my lord is looking at those behind the  Earl and finally leans to me.  A 
short conversation and then I point to the  group and ask the Earl to have 
various men and women step forward.  Lined  up now are four women and two men.  
Looking through my half closed eyes and  nodding as I see the allure that 
each offers my Lord.  
    The Earl questioning me about  why they have been picked out from the 
rest of the group.  Seeing fear in  all the women and one of the men.  The 
other standing defiantly, most  likely a soldier and brave man in his own 
right.  
    The conversation becoming boring  for the most part as a deputy steps 
forward to iron out points of conflict in  the proposed pact.  The Dread 
Leader sitting back and looking at those who  he chose to step forward.  His 
gaze directed at the women as he absently  rubs the leather britches of his 
confining pants.  The obvious bulge  attracting the attention of the defiant 
man and others in the group.  A  muttering behind the Earl as he tries to 
soothe feelings of the Leader.  
    My words bringing a smile to his  face, as he has gotten the reaction 
he wanted from the Earl.  A willingness  to ignore certain protocols  in 
diplomacy.  And most certainly a  willingness to bargain, not only with goods 
and lands and money; but also with  human bodies.  
    Nodding as he listens, and one  of his men bring his favorite wolfhound 
to stand alongside of the Dreadful  Leader.  His hand absently stroking the 
huge four legged beast.  The  animal standing higher then the arm of the 
throne.  
    My Lord offering me a sip of  wine as I lick my lips from the constant 
conversation.  Holding the cup to  my lips as I kneel upright, arms to my 
sides.  Deciding that I needed to  drink and how much.  Markedly not offering 
any refreshment to those  standing in front of him.
    Feeling his huge hoary hand  rubbing the silk at the back of my dress.  
Eyes closing for a second and  then my voice which had fallen low, rising 
to a normal level again as I try not  to respond to his touch.  His hand 
moving to the collar, toying with it and  pulling my top knot braid back as he 
lifts the fine links of gold chain from the  collar.  Tugging the end to lift 
my breasts and nipples to caress the silk  of my dress.  A soft moan of 
sensation washing over me distracting me for a  moment as my eyes close and my 
words stutter to a stop.  
    Trying to focus as he continues  to toy with the gold chain.  Tugging 
not only my nipples; but also the  connecting chains from nipples to my 
clitoris hood.  My fingers curling  into fists, as my nails dig into the palms of 
my hands to keep from being  distracted.
    I know all too well this form of  distraction.  It being not for my 
pleasure; but to make those in front of  him discomforted by his blatant sexual 
contact.  The women not looking at  the Leader directly; but looking in 
hooded glances at the movement of my dress  and the body language as I shift on 
my knees, trying to keep from letting my  arousal distract me.
    Wondering as I kneel if my mound  has swollen enough to show my arousal 
at the juncture of legs and crotch.   Wondering if the silk is showing a 
dark spot in the material, as I feel the  moisture oozing onto the fullness of 
my labia.  Feeling heat in my cheeks  and a flush of warm in my upper body, 
as I am sure that I am blushing in  embarrassment.
    Turning to my lord and starting  to ask him to please stop.  The 
startled look in my face, registering even  before I see his look of disapproval.  
Knowing I have earned punishment for  my lack of total obedience.
    His hand now slipping down under  the top of my dress and finding my 
right breast.  Cupping the small mound  with his hard hand and fingers and 
squeezing steadily as I try not to wince and  pull away.  The pain rushing in a 
pounding heat to my head.  The nerve  ending inflamed with pain and 
pleasure as two finger pinch the nipple and ring  and then releases it.  His head 
leaning to mine,  "you will be  publicly punished today, here for your 
insolence.  Tell that to those  petitioners."  His voice loud with the final words.
    My translation, gaining the  attention of the men and women.  Fear and 
curiosity in the face of  some.  All of the conversation between the deputy 
and the Earl could be  made in a more private audience; but the Dreadful 
Leader, wants them to be  uncomfortable, unsure and afraid.
    Control and terror, how he  rules.  Not surprised as his hand pulls as 
my dress and rends it open in  the front.  My breasts exposed, showing the 
golden rings through the thick  sensitive tips and the fine golden chains 
running from each nipple ring down to  the waist of my dress and hidden 
beneath.  The series of black tattoos on  my body, no longer covered by my dress.  
Letting them think about those  chains for long minutes as I try to continue 
translating without acknowledging  that I am kneeling half naked.
    His soft words interrupting the  negotiations as he instruct me to take 
off the dress.  Using my hand to  push the ruined dress down over my hips 
to pool around my knees as I continue to  talk.  Eyes on the Earl as his 
drift lower to see the fullness of my labia  and the golden ring nestled at the 
top of my slit.  The fat lips glistening  with my dew, as I kneel legs 
shoulder length apart.  The bareness of my  woman parts, not hiding the wetness 
of my sex.
    Feeling a shiver as I try to  continue as if fully clothed.  His hand 
draping over the arm of the throne  and  squeezing my ass cheek and then 
moving around to possessively squeeze  the fat lips of my cunt.  My eyes closing 
as I hesitate for a moment and  then remembering the words, translating 
again.
    The cruel hand distracting all  in the room as I try to continue with 
my duty as translator.  My body  wrrithing and wiggling on his hand and 
engulfed fingers as he massages the slick  walls of my greasy hole.  My blood 
engorged clit and cunt lips crawling  with sensation my walls grasp his thick 
fingers and spasm again and again on his  hand, finally from the ultra 
sensitive pleasure/pain caress of his cruel  fingers, reaching my hand to his to 
try to stop the assault to my ragged  insides.  My juices coating his fingers 
and hand as I ride his hand to a  gut wrenching orgasm.  My moans and 
screams of pleasure and grunts of pain  from the over stimulated nerve endings 
filling the vast room with rolling echos  mocking me as I collapse, bent over 
in orgasmic bliss.
    The loud roar of his laughter  filling the room as moments ago my 
screams and whimpering's had.  The  guards joining in the raucous noise.  My 
breath ragged as his hand slips  from impaling my body and wipes the grease from 
my hole.
    His hand reaching into his  breeches and pulling out his huge man cock. 
 The uncut head peaking from  the fold of skin half hiding the mushroom 
cap.  The barrel of the cock  thick and long and buried in a dark thatch of 
curly hair and a nasty heavy sack  of his cum filled nuts.
    Pulling me roughly around to the  front of his throne and using my top 
knot, quickly impaling my face on his hard  organ.  Spittle flying from my 
stretched lips as he buries the head and  foreskin in my mouth and savagely 
fucks my face with the use of my  hair.
    Gasping and choking as I hold my  hands at my sides, my naked ass 
wiggling obscenely in the air legs braced wide  as I service my Lord.  Tongue 
thick pressed to the bottom of my mouth as he  shoves his swelling cock head 
deeper into my mouth, plugging my throat with the  thick man cork.  My nails 
digging into the skin of my thighs as I sputter  and gasp for oxygen.  My 
face growing a bright red and my veins bulging in  my face as my lungs burn, 
aching for fresh oxygen.  Feeling myself becoming  lightheaded as my hands 
relax and my body shuts down slowly to the skull  fuck.  Eyes wide, tears 
rolling down my cheeks as I  gasp with a  combination of saliva and snot and 
tears, pooling on my chin as he pulls back  and I gasp raggedly for precious 
air.  
    Then after a few deep lung fills  of oxygen, feeling his cock again 
take my face and quickly empty his thick seed  deep into my throat, the creamy 
seed slipping down into my stomach as he pulls  my face off of his cock and 
pushes me away his seed still squirting in thick  white ropes to coat my 
body with his cum.   My body shaking as I lay  at his feet.  The room totally 
silent, except for the crying of one of the  women in the legation.
    Pushing myself weakly up on my  hands and knees and lowering my face to 
kiss at his feet.  His feet pushing  me away to roll down the steps, spread 
obscenely on the marble  floor.
    The guttural sound of his native  tongue buffeting my ears, as I push 
myself up and look into his face.  His  words already registered in my mind 
as I turn sideways to the visitors and kneel  on all fours.  Bowing my head 
to the floor and raising my ass in the  air.  Legs spread wide as I wait 
patiently.  My fate already known to  me, but the Dreadful Leader playing it out 
for the embassy.  Then at a  signal one of his men leading the huge 
wolfhound forward and letting him sniff  between my legs.  
    My body jerking at the contact  of the cool wet nose and my fevered 
cunt.  Closing my eyes as I feel the  first lash of the long wide tongue as it 
snakes it way over and into my sloppy  wet cunt.  The gasp from the gallery 
loud and maybe a woman or a man has  fainted at the impending joining of 
male and female parts.  My eyes rolling  behind my closed eyelids as my tongue 
wet my lips in anticipation.  My hips  wiggling in response to the long deep 
swipes of tongue into my molten  hole.  Panting and whimpering as I feel 
the tongue withdrawn from my nether  parts.  Moaning in loss for a moment, 
then feeling the weight of the huge  animal as it lifts up and plants it 
mammoth paws on my back.  My knees  collapsing a little as I brace my head to the 
floor, legs going spread wider to  support the doubling size.  
    A loud grunt of pain as the  aroused pointy red cock jabs as my inner 
thighs, Stabbing the soft flesh with  the dog bone.  Then a load moan as the 
long thick doggy cock slides easily  into my waiting bitch hole.  My body 
shaking as I feel it bottoming out  against my cervix.  The dull jab of pain 
as it pushes against the  opening.  Then his  paws sliding down off of my 
back to grasp at my  hips.  The sharp claws furrowing long red lines on my skin.
    My eyes rolling up in my head as  the back legs tiptoe closer, forcing 
the cock deeper, into the opening of my  womb.  The quick jabs of dog meat, 
filling my stretched tunnel, my thighs  tensing and body rocking as we 
complete the mating process.  The thump of  his tight ball sack against my cunt 
lips and thighs, as I feel the thick knot of  his, pushing into the opening 
of my cunt.  
    Along low keening moan of need  and release as my cunt spasms on his 
red cock, my walls clenching again and  again as my body quivers with release, 
not even aware of the cock spewing deep,  coating my cunt and womb with the 
vast quantity of thin dog cum.
    My knees buckling as I lose  control of my body and collapse forward, 
the knot still buried as the dog steps  over my body with a scratching 
movement of his claws and the dog's whimpering to  be free of his bitch adding to 
the roar of sound in my ears.
    A loud pop of sound and release  of pressure as his cock breaks free, 
after dragging me ten feet across the  floor.  My knees and face scrapped, 
nipples burning from the dragging,  wondering if the rings have been pulled 
from of my nipples.  Feeling my  cunt lips bruised and sore, thighs bruised 
from the stabs of cock, and my folds  slack and dripping with dog cum and my 
own skanky release.  
    The string of a leather thong  whipping across my body and between my 
legs as I struggle to a kneeling  position.  
    "Tell them that is your  punishment for resisting me.  Tell them I am a 
harsh master, demanding  total obedience."  My voice quavering as I 
translate his words.   Breaking as he has broke me in front of these visitors.  
Kneeling waiting,  feeling the slow drip of dog cum from my mashed folds, a 
puddle of the thin  semen forming between my legs.
    "Now, tell them that I except  there proposals and gifts.  And that I 
will have three of them kept as  hostages to insure they fulfill their 
pledge.  I want those three.   The woman who fell to the floor, the soldier and 
that woman with the look of  disdain on her face.  They will be my hostages 
and I will except no other  terms.  They may return to their land and send me 
the tribute that they  have agreed upon and I will send them back their 
people when they have completed  everything.  Tell them that negotiations are 
finished.  
    "Oh, and tell them that you are  one of there kind.  Where you have 
come from and how long you have been my  slave.  And explain the significance 
of your tattoos.  How you are not  only my translator; but mistress of my 
kennel and bitch to my dogs.  That  is the place you have earned in my court."
    The man sitting back as I slowly  recount all that he has mentioned as 
to the hostages and  my background as  one that was once from there part of 
the world.  Seeing the consternation  on the Earl's face and instant protest 
to the terms of hostages.  Repeating  my words again, as I kneel upright 
and explain how I was once a hostage and my  country did not meet the terms of 
the agreement.  How I was once of the  royal family and now I am bitch to 
dogs.  The shame and humiliation filling  my cheeks with a burning as I look 
to each in the assembled embassy and let them  gaze on my status.
    "You refuse the Dreadful Leader  his hostages willing, he will take 
them by force.  You meet the terms in  the agreed on time frame the hostages 
will be returned to you.  You don't,  then they will all become slaves as am 
I.  That or they will meet the fate  of those that you will see on the way 
out of the palace.  Decide  now."
    The two women weeping  uncontrollably at their fate to stay behind, the 
man standing stoically awaiting  the Earl's decision.
    Standing and walking to the  Earl, taking his arm in mine and leading 
him from the throne room to the outside  of the palace, as the others wait 
behind.  Showing him the walkway from the  palace, now lined on both sides 
with men and women impaled on long wooden  spikes, their bodies wriggling like 
spitted fish as they slowly are suspended in  the bright sun of the 
afternoon.  Their deaths will be a long slow  process.
    Stepping away from the Earl as  he spews the insides of his stomach on 
the ground.  The brutality of the  Horde on public display for all of the 
delegation to see.
    The Earl weakly walking back to  the throne room and assenting to the 
conditions totally.  Not speaking to  the rest of his people as they walk to 
the outside to view the fate of those  culled from prison to be part of this 
display.  
    Needless to say that the most  stouthearted of the embassy could not 
keep his stomach from roiling in disgust  at the screams and moans of the 
dying.  Entrails still attached and  feeding a variety of birds and insects.
    As for the man and women who  were kept as hostages.  Well they were 
returned when the contract was  completed.  All three totally broken by the 
Leader and his men and by  his kennel of wolfhounds.  As for me, my stubborn 
nature earned me a  week in one of the military brothels servicing all who 
entered and wanted a  bitch girl........... 
    
    
    
    
    
    
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