The New World

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The New World

Part 10

The Ambassador

Sir Terrance Grace was the product of the old school. Educated at Eaton, served in the army, having passed out of Sandhurst. Resigned as a full Brigadier, and went into the Civil Service. His career in the Service was just as meteoric and he was now at the pinnacle of his career. His first Ambassadorship! He had been posted to Washington, Berlin, and Moscow, but being awarded his first tenure as ambassador had to be his most rewarding achievement. He had been offered Tokyo, but much to the services surprise had declined. Instead he asked to be posted to one of the world’s worst human right spots. A country where the powers that be, ignored the world community, that had imposed news black out. True it was a tourist magnet, but only in the way Thailand was. They had thought him mad, but as no one else wanted the place, he had been granted his wish, he was the new ambassador to Quadi.

He’d had a good life, and as with his career, he’d married well. Cynthia Blackthorn, as she had been when he met her, came from a family that could trace its lineage back to 1066.  Her father was a Baron and was of the old money society. Cynthia had been to Cheltenham Ladies College and then completed her education in a Swiss finishing school. She was beautiful, well educated and rich, which were the qualities that had caught Terrance’s eye. The courtship had the blessing of the Baron, and the wedding was the society event of that year. Sir Terrance and his new bride honeymooned in the Caribbean, and that was when he discovered his new bride’s flaws. She may be one of the most beautiful creatures in society; she may have the manners and breading of a millennium of family breeding. She may be rich, and well connected. But she was a pure breed snob, tight with her money and frigid. Not that it bothered Terrance; he could satisfy his tastes outside the marriage quite easily. She had done the ‘act’ on the wedding night, but she made it perfectly clear that he shouldn’t expect her body on a regular basis.  Damned if she was going to get pregnant and go through the indignity of childbirth. But almost as bad, was the tight reign she kept on her money. Husband or not, the money was hers. Frigid and mean, Terrance soon came to rule the day he had wed the shrew.

Outwardly she played the dutiful wife, but in private, her legs remained clammed shut. The day Terrance had announced proudly he was to be appointed ambassador; she warned him it had better be somewhere that her society friends wouldn’t be ashamed to visits her. When a week later he had, with a smile, told her he had been posted to Quadi and could not get out of it, she threatened to leave him. Doors were slammed and voices raised! The servants just blocked her shrill voice out and felt sorry for poor Terrance. He was a likeable employer; it was just that damned woman.

Cynthia had packed and left for her family home the next day. But two days later, she came back sheepishly having been sent back by her father. She did not let up on her husband and continued to bend his ear, but she resumed the appearance of dutiful wife as far as the world was concerned.

Now six months on they were had arrived. A private jet, then due to their rank, they were whisked away from the plane by chauffeured limo. The chauffeur was a stunningly attractive woman, and she drove straight to the embassy. It was late at night and Cynthia had left the limos curtains drawn, as she was in no rush to see the damned flea pit of a county. 

Their luggage had arrived ahead of them and the embassy staff lined up to welcome the new ambassador and his beautiful wife. Cynthia spent her first day berating the staff and getting her possessions unpacked. She had all but lost her temper at the maid’s lack of respect and clumsiness. Quadi was as bad as she feared. She found the embassy was enclosed by a high wall, so she was unable to glimpse any sight of the country. She felt shut in, hidden away from something, but then that suited her. She could not imagine anything in the country that would appeal to her. They could have been posted to Washington, Berne, Paris, but no they were in this damned despot of a country!

A week after there arrival, Terrance informed his wife, that they had been invited to an ambassador’s reception at the palace. It would be a grand affair, and anyone who was anyone would be there. For the first time since her arrival, Cynthia had something to look forward to. She chose with care her finest dress; choose jewellery to compliment it, and the embassy hair dresser did wonders with her hair.

On the evening of the reception Terrance escorted his stunning looking wife, out of the embassy entrance and into the curtained limo. She may be a cow and a bitch, but she was the best arm candy he could imagine. He knew she would turn every head at the reception and that made him smile.

For once his wife was in a good mood, and she chattered all the way to the palace. This was more like it, she was in her eminent. The limo arrived at its destination and the door was held open by a uniformed servant. Cynthia raised an eye brow when she looked at the servant. She was dressed in a formal uniform, but it was not what she would have expected. Black thigh length boots, dark tights, a short skirt, and a formal jacket. But the fact that she was a she, and an amazingly beautiful one at that made Cynthia look again. She knew that where ever she went, heads were turned, but this lackey made even her feel drab and unattractive. As Terrance and his wife ascended the stairs from the limo to the palace entrance, Cynthia became aware that all the servants were female, were just as attractive and just as cold. They entered the palace entrance and were met by another servant. They were not alone, as the room was filled with the cream of the counties society. There were ambassadors, businessmen, tycoons, from all over the world, as well as their wives, and in some cases even daughters or nieces. All dressed in their finest, and passing among them were more female servants with cocktails on silver platters.

They drifted into the ball room, which was just as full, and was a sea of colour. Couples stood chatting in groups as more cocktails and

hors d’oevurs were offered by servants. Terrance and Cynthia fell in with a business magnet and his wife, and they spent a pleasant hour chatting away. They had also just arrived in country and the magnets wife was also just as ignorant on Quadi as Cynthia. As they chatted Cynthia looked round and it seemed to her that the room was not quite as full as it had been on their arrival. Small groups stood round chatting as is the way with such functions, some were couples and others all male. The cocktails were being passed around by the liveried servants, and it seemed the country tradition that male and females were offered different cocktails. She had no idea what the men were drinking, but there was no way it could be as good as the drink she had been offered.

The evening passed swiftly and Cynthia felt herself relax. The party seemed to be very male orientated and she was sure there had been more ladies here at the start, but maybe she had got that wrong. She sipped on her cocktail. Maybe this flea pit of a county wasn’t so bad? The friends they had made during the evening were pleasant enough. She took another proffered cocktail and sipped at it, as Terrance and she chatted to a newspaper owner and his wife.

It was after about two hours into the evening that the servant came up to them, dammed she had fine legs, and asked if they would be so kind as to accompany her. The two husbands and their two wives’s fell into step behind their guide, as she led them through a door way and into another room. As they entered the double doors behind them shut silently behind them and Cynthia found that the four of them were in a room with about ten servants.

The two husbands stopped just inside the door way as the two wives, unaware of losing their husbands followed their guide. They both had developed mild headaches during the evening and felt dizzy. It must be the heat, was Cynthia’s conclusion. She noticed four servants approach them, and each took an arm. With no desire to resist or ability to think clear thoughts, they were guided to the far end of the room. The husbands sat at their ease on some proffered chairs and sipped their untainted drinks. Cynthia found the servants grip increase in firmness, almost hurting, as she was parted her from the other wife.

The two servants who had remained with her, stood looking Cynthia up and down, their eyes seemed to sparkle with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. One of the servants walked round behind her, and for the first time alarm began to form in Cynthia’s mind. But as much as she started to panic her limbs seemed to have a will of their own. They failed to respond to her concern, and her panic grew when she sensed the zip of her dress being pulled down. Cynthia wanted to scream and call for her useless husband, to be a man for once and get her out of her. But her mouth would not obey her mind and behind her, Terrance sat back in his chair, a noticeable bulge growing in his trousers. A reaction that his companion sitting next to him, shared.

The dress feel to the floor and the servant helped Cynthia step out of it. Now stood in her hold ups, panties and bra, Cynthia’s mind screamed. But her limbs were refusing to act. She was stripped of her jewellery which was passed to her masturbating husband. Years in the army had given him many opportunities to share his secret sexual tastes, a taste that his wife neither knew nor suspected. Now he sat watching his wife being undressed by two lesbian servants. He was wearing her panties and hold-ups, taken from her wardrobe earlier that evening. As he watched, he noticed the other wife was also being stripped, her husband in similar attire to Terrance and performing an identical act with his own erect cock. He sat there, his erection on full view, his eyes switching between his wife’s dilemma and naked cock of his partner in crime. He had never been bothered as his wife’s frigidity, but her meanness was something he had to act on.  When news of his wife’s tragic death, he would inherit and could then indulge the lifestyle he so wanted, here in Quadi.

Cynthia felt herself being led by the hand and she found herself facing the other wife. She to was stood there in her lingerie and also showed no resistance. Cynthia felt the servant whisper in her ear, and for some unknown reason she wanted nothing more than to kiss the beautiful, semi naked woman in front of her. But as much as she wanted to, part of her mind remained free, and reeled at the sheer thought of it.

She stood there, trying to resist the urge, but her companion wasn’t as strong willed. She closed the gap and stood face to face with Cynthia. She slipped her hands round Cynthia and rested them on her silk covered bottom. Then she leaned in, pulling herself closer. Cynthia could smell her perfume and it filled her mind. She felt herself crumbling as she was kissed for the first time by a member of her own sex. She felt the soft warm wet lips touch her, and she felt herself respond. Their lips parted and tongues sought tongues. As their passion increased and their kiss became more intense, Cynthia’s hands slipped round and felt between the wife’s skin and her panties. She cupped the bare flesh and pulled the two of them closer together.

The kiss was broken when a guard ordered them to part. The next sensation Cynthia had was of the wife’s hands removing her panties and bra, leaving her naked. Her mind knew this was wrong, and tears coursed down her face, ruining her make up as she looked over her lovers shoulder and saw her husband, who was no longer paying his wife any attention. She was no longer relevant in his mind as he was able to indulge in his true tastes, and his hands were rested on his own lover’s head, as he performed felliato on Terrance. For the first time in years he was happy, able to smile and feel that he was finally going to be as rich as he had always dreamed off.

Cynthia stood naked, her hairy mound on view, and she didn’t flinch as a guard ran the end of her leather cane over her smooth skinned buttocks. She felt the guard run the tip between her buttocks, and then push the cane in between them. She felt the tip teasing around her arse hole, but her eyes were fixed on the wife. She had been undressed by a guard who then whispered orders in her ears. Cynthia noticed tears staining her lover’s cheeks, as she obeyed and knelt down. Then with a hand resting on each of her legs, she parted Cynthia’s thighs. The panic in her mind grew until it was silently screaming. How could this be happening to her, and what was her faggot of a husband doing? The tears ran down her cheeks but her body reacted to a separate will. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and her pussy becoming wet. As much as she commanded it to stop, she felt the wetness increase. The knelling woman could see the wetness, could see the aroused lips now prominent from the long pubic hair, and could smell the scent of arousal. Cynthia felt the first touch of the lovers tongue on her pussy lips, and felt them being sucked on. She felt her lovers hands part her cheeks, and with the entrance exposed the guards cane push in deeper to her anal pussy. She felt her nipples give her arousal away, as her lips were sucked into her lover’s mouth, her juices drank, and the first penetration of her arse. At this her mind revolted, but her body welcomed it. She was no longer in command of her own body, which had betrayed her and sold her out.

Comments welcome. There will be more to this plot, as there will be with the previous story line. But I welcome correspondence from like minded people of either sex, and will always have the manners to reply.

Sharon

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