


RP The Ambassador's Wife 

An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton.


The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, 
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.If you are not an 
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any 
further.



            THE AMBASSADOR'S WIFE - A POWER BROKER Story


Chapter 1

At The Palace
==============

The Girl 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 girl 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 stocking 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 young 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 wife 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 stocking 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 animal 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 cleavage 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 man 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 Wife Parts 4-9 


An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, 
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.If you are not an 
adult, or reading sex stories 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 wife is here to see you, sir.She 
says she has no appointment." The young 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 Pig 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 young 
life when his cock sprang free.She did not know such weapons 
existed.Ten inches long, and as thick 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 swallow it all.She failed 
to hear the office door open.

The flash of the camera 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 swallow 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 wife 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 young girls 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 stocking 
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, wife 
of the French ambassador, leaned over and sucked 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, panties 
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, sucking 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 wife 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 man 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 girl 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 Wife Parts 10-End



The Ambassador's Wife An entertainment for Adults only. By 
James Anderton This story is fiction, and should be treated 
as such.

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, 
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.If you are not an 
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any 
further.



Chapter 10:

The Trial.
==========


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 man she had seen in the ballroom earlier.





Chapter 11:

A Lesson in Humility
====================


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 man 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 young 
woman was pushed through it into the glare of the lights.

"Lady and Gentlemen, may I present Madame Alexandra Rochas".

The girl 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 breasts 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 stockings were revealed, to the obvious delight of 
the watchers., and as her bright red panties 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 breasts 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 girl 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 young 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 girl 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 old 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 enormous 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 cunt 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 animal lapping at her behind 
impossible.

As the animal 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 dog 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 Dog was preparing to make things worse than even 
Alexandra realised.

Unable to direct his cock, the dog 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 dog 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 enormous 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, wife 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 revenge 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 boys of course!


THE END


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