Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 11:20:22 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: Switching Sides, Chapter 16.

Switching Sides

Chapter 16


	The weekend was far too short.  We wanted to spend more time with
the boys and with the new drug dosage we'd received.  But ambassadorial
duties trumped all else.

	The first day of the week brought a new secret diplomatic pouch
from Aldig.  I distributed the contents and returned to my office.  My
calendar was open, but I had made a note on it to contact the Aldig
Intelligence Ministry and find out what seemed to be a withholding of
information.  My first contact was with the Minister himself.  We had
developed an excellent working relationship as well as a friendship.  After
exchanging pleasantries about families and so forth, he asked me what was
on my mind.  I told him about the conversation I'd had with my intelligence
attaché and his suspicion that information he needed was withheld from
him.

	The Minister asked for specifics about what was being withheld.
There was no way of knowing what I didn't know, so I told him what I did
know.  There was a pause at the other end of the conversation.  "You were
right to call me," the Minister finally said.  "You and your attaché are
missing some critical information.  I need to check on this end to see who
is doing the withholding and why.  Meanwhile, let me bring in the woman who
is in charge of the Faldo desk to give you a full briefing."

	"And I'll bring in my attaché so he'll hear what he needs to
hear, rather than have it filtered through me," I suggested.

	"I'll contact you again in ten minutes," the Minister concluded and
broke the connection.

	The Minister was late in returning my call, but he had his reasons.
I later found out that he was taking that extra time to remonstrate against
the supervisor of the Faldo desk for not knowing what her people were
doing.  Additionally, he told her that the person responsible for
withholding the information from us would be fired.  What made matters
worse was that she knew that the supervisor of agents who were the contacts
for the embassies was of the opinion that Faldo should fail.  She should
have supervised him more closely or asked specific questions of her
employees about their instructions on withholding information.

	Of course, the responsible person had protested his innocence.  He
said he was only giving the embassies solid information, not rumors or
probabilities.  His defense was so weak that he knew he was going to be
looking for other employment.  He was fired on the spot.  The Minister
reported this problem to the King.  To say that King was not happy would be
a profound understatement.  He was livid!  The miscreant was banned from
any future government service.  If the King could, he would have banished
him from Aldig.  But, the best he could do was to kick him out of the
capital city and ban him from ever returning.  The miscreant was entitled
to his opinion, but as an employee of the government, it was his duty to
carry out government policy, not circumvent or undermine it.

	After a full briefing by the Minister and the supervisor of the
Faldo desk, my attaché was satisfied that he had all the information he
needed to write another report for me that made more sense.  I asked him to
have that report finished by the end of the work week.  Again, he should
parse it into three sections, leaving out the fourth section that
pinpointed his problems with the Intelligence Ministry at home.  Depending
on how it was phrased, I would share at least some of this report with the
First Minister of Faldo.  Otherwise, I'd create my own summary to present.

	I asked my secretary to ask for an appointment with the First
Minister next week, at the minster's convenience.  The appointment was made
for the second day of the following week in mid-morning.

	Mid-week we decided that we needed another hit of the "horny drug"
that we'd enjoyed so much over the weekend.  We put the boys to bed a
little early, put a gelatin strip on our tongues and took a quick, soapy
run through the shower.  By the time we got into the bedroom, Persid had
his hard dick up my ass and was pounding me.  I got up on the bed on all
fours and he followed very closely, never allowing his dick to pull out.  I
looked over my shoulder and smiled.  His eyes were closed and he was
enjoying the building pleasure of his impending climax.

	Seconds later, I was flooded with a big load of his baby batter.
He couldn't stop fucking me, even though his climax was history.  I didn't
want him to stop, either.  However, my need to breed soon took over my need
to get fucked and I pulled away.  Before I could get him on the bed for my
turn, he had stuffed his face deeply between my ass cheeks.  He ate me out
like a starving man.  It felt so good that I forgot for a moment about my
need to load his ass.  But, I needed to breed.  I couldn't put it off any
longer.  But, Persid was insistent.  He pulled me back into position and
worked his tongue even deeper up my rump.  I may have already mentioned
this, but Persid is the best ass eater I've ever encountered.  He should
give lessons and charge for them.  We'd be millionaires!

	Finally, I got out of position and pulled him on to the bed.  His
hard dick waved at me as I flipped him on to his back and pressed my
dripping dick into his hungry manhole.  Persid grabbed my black ass and
pulled me hard into him.  "Yeah!  Just like that!" he moaned.  "Fuck that
ass, Baby!" he urged.

	I set up a fucking motion that I knew we'd both enjoy.
Unfortunately, we were enjoying it too much.  He'd delayed me from my
hunger to breed, so it was all over a few seconds later.  I really did want
this to last a little longer.  Minutes, for instance.  But, I was far too
horned up to delay the effects of the drug.  With a strangled cry of
pleasure, I pumped a load of gigantic proportions into him.  He begged for
me to continue, so I fucked him harder and deeper.  He couldn't get enough.

	My climax receded slowly, but I couldn't stop.  He pushed me off
him and forced me to turn around.  His face burrowed into my ass again.  Of
course, I groaned with pleasure.  His hard dick was waving in my face and I
knew I couldn't resist the taste of a cummy dick that had just bred me.  I
closed my lips over his hard dick and sucked, pulling him as deeply as my
throat allowed, whipping my tongue over the sensitive head.

	Persid's hips thrust upward as a muffled cry vibrated my ass
cheeks.  I tasted fresh nutt in my mouth.  Yeah, he was nutting again and I
was getting it directly from his big, pink spigot.  This special drug was
miraculous.  So much nutt poured out of his dick after such a short time
since the last load.  He rolled me off of him, but didn't release me.  He
decided that I deserved the same kind of sexual release.  So, he pulled my
dick into his mouth and sat on my face.  I could taste and smell ass and
nutt immediately.  I dove in, working my face deeply between his beautiful
ass melons and savoring the scent and taste of a well fucked manhole.

	I blew a load down his throat almost as quickly as he's sprayed my
throat a few minutes ago.  The drug continued to work its magic.  That
caused more breeding to ensue.  I think it was pretty even as to the number
of times we bred and felched each other.  We knew we needed sleep, or we'd
be pretty wasted at the embassy tomorrow.  But, we needed to breed and nutt
more.  We did finally sleep, but it was interrupted every hour or so for
another round of cream delivery.  If it hadn't been for the nanny and the
boys making noise in the morning, we'd have slept at least two more hours.

	The rest of this week was mundane, which allowed me several
opportunities to entertain the boys in our residence.  Persid was able to
join me on several of those occasions.  But, there was one appointment near
the end of the week that was memorable.  Dispol and my intelligence attaché
told me of some very concerning rumors about the Patriarchs and the rumored
coup.  I shared that with the Aldig Intelligence Ministry immediately
thereafter.  The timing was still unknown, but the target was the First
Minister and his offices.  The Intelligence Minister told me to avoid going
to that building if at all possible.  I replied that I already had an
appointment with the First Minister and it would be rude to cancel on a
rumor.  The Intelligence Minister pressed the issue by reminding me that
the embassy was also in the rumor mill as a possible target.

	The First Minister knew of this rumor and had acted to beef up his
own security in the Ministry building with additional army companies on
alert.  They would be able to respond within two minutes of notification.
I hoped that was true and not bravado.  I had been invited to earlier
demonstrations of the army's prowess and was underwhelmed.  But, the First
Minister did promise to add additional army forces to the few that were
already providing security for the embassy beginning immediately.

	When we left for the appointment with the First Minister, I was
escorted by several well-armed army vehicles as well as by Persid as my
assistant, and Dispol acting as my driver and personal security.  My army
escort remained outside the First Ministry, but about a block away.  At
this point, there was no need to alarm the public.

	We walked in through the reinforced, glass front door of the
Ministry and told the receptionist that we were there to see the First
Minister.  He recognized me immediately and had someone else usher us into
the vestibule of the First Minister's suite of offices.  Moments later,
Persid and I were seated in his expansive office.  He offered us
refreshments (which we declined) and got right to the point.

	"First Minister," I began, "I have two report summaries I'd like to
share with you.  Unfortunately, due to their sensitive nature, I can't
leave copies with you."  He nodded his understanding.  "And because of that
nature, would it be possible for us to take a stroll in your gardens and
discuss them?"  I knew that the gardens had electronic scramblers placed at
intervals around the perimeter.  They would prevent any eavesdropping.

	He smiled.  "I understand the need for absolute secrecy on
potentially incendiary subjects.  There is always the possibility of our
conversations being intercepted by people who shouldn't be privy to our
deliberations."  He rose from his desk and ushered me outside.  Persid
stayed in the doorway to the gardens.  These were items that should only be
discussed between an ambassador and the First Minister.  I had handed him
one report about our understanding of what was going on with the Patriarchs
and their rumored coup attempt.  He read it with interest and then handed
it back to me.  "Yes, we are aware of the detail, but not of the timing.
However, you have given me a couple more names that I didn't have.  How
certain are you of the names of these conspirators?"

	"It would seem Minister that we should expect that all of them are
involved.  As you've read, of the twelve Patriarchs, only two names are
missing," I replied.  He nodded.  "And mentioned several times in our, uh,
`research' is the Grand Patriarch."

	"He hasn't been shy about his disdain for me and the powerbase that
doesn't include him.  He's been particularly vocal that there must be
membership of several of the Patriarchs on the Council of Ministers in the
government.  That, of course, is up to the people to decide, and they have
decided not to include them in their government."

	"Your people are wise," I smiled.  "And they've had two elections
already to determine otherwise.  It wasn't like the Patriarchs didn't put
up a slate of candidates.  They lost.  When the people speak, deal with
it."

	"I've mentioned that to them, but they don't think the people are
smart enough to make that decision," he sighed.  "I haven't made mention of
that to anyone outside of the government, so please keep that
confidential."  I nodded my agreement.  "But this planned coup of theirs
does have me very concerned.  We've added additional manpower to guarding
buildings and critical infrastructure, but we don't have the staff or the
funds to do this forever."

	"My sources tell me that their attempted coup will be sooner rather
than later," I suggested.

	"But, yet, we still don't know how soon sooner is, do we?" he
sighed again.  I shook my head to the negative.

	"The second matter may help you in cutting off the head of the
serpent," I suggested.  He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.  "It has come to
my attention that the Tax Department has information that directly connects
the Grand Patriarch and the Minister of Justice to the murder of Raddig."
Again, the First Minister raised an eyebrow.  "The perpetrators who
committed the murder were executed."  The Minister nodded.  "However, due
to the influence of the Minister of Justice, the person or persons behind
the murder were never sought out.  He had the culprits and didn't go
farther.  However, I have documentary evidence that the Grand Patriarch had
an audience with Raddig just a few days before the murder." I handed the
First Minister the report.  "As you can see in the report, funds were
transferred from the private account of the Grand Patriarch to the Minister
of Justice.  That same amount was split three ways to the convicted felons.
Bank transfers don't lie."  The minister looked up and nodded again.  "And
there is sworn testimony from the investigators, also included in the
report that they were told by the Minister of Justice that the perpetrators
had been apprehended and justice had been served.  There was no need to
waste Ministry of Justice funds in pursuing ghosts.  The investigators also
swear that they examined the bank statements of the murderers and found
suspiciously large funds suddenly appearing in their accounts immediately
before the assault.  Their agreed conclusion was that someone had paid them
to commit the murder."

	The First Minister glanced up for a moment and then returned to
reading the report.  After another minute, he closed the report and handed
it back.  "This creates a whole new possibility for me.  We have to handle
this delicately and not tip him off that there is an investigation
underway.  And it must exclude the Minister of Justice as well.  I never
did trust that man, but his credentials were impressive and I had no reason
not to appoint him.  And I'll need to have a quiet investigation into the
persons who recommended him to see if they are also implicated in the plot
to overthrow this government."

	"Clearly, this is an internal matter, First Minister," I said as we
turned and headed back toward his suite of offices.  "Most of this
information is already available to you.  I've included the names of the
investigators in the report.  It might be a good idea to have a short,
secret meeting with them.  You can always say that they came forward with
the information, but were afraid for their lives. So, they wanted that
secret meeting."

	"A sound approach," the First Minister replied.

	Persid and I left the First Minister at the garden doorway and
walked down the hallway to the front door.  Dispol met us there.  His face
showed grave concern.  "What's the matter?" I asked.

	"The same men have walked by the building several times," he
whispered.  "It looks suspicious, so I've asked one of the guards to
accompany us to our vehicle.  The Captain of the Guard has been alerted and
he's posted more men in the lobby just behind us.  If things start to go
sideways, I want you to run as fast as you can back into the building.  It
is safer there than on the sidewalk or in our vehicle.  Any questions?"

	I didn't know what to say, but Persid said it for both of us.  "Are
you sure this is about us and not the Ministry building and the First
Minister?"

	"It may be nothing and you're right.  You may not be the target.
But, considering what we know about how much love there is between you and
the Patriarchs, I think they'd be more than pleased to eliminate both of
you," Dispol added.  "Just follow my lead.  If I say run, RUN!"

	We nodded and warily left the building.  Less than half way to the
embassy vehicle, a man raced toward us.  He pulled out a sword and
brandished it over his head as he rapidly drew closer.

	"RUN!" Dispol shouted.

	Persid and I turned and dashed for the building entrance.  After
entering, I turned to look at what was transpiring behind us.  The
assailant was racing headlong toward Dispol with his sword still raised
above his head.  Dispol assumed a crouch.  As soon as the assailant took
another step, Dispol stepped into him and hit him with a throat strike with
his left hand.  His right hand wrenched the sword from the man's hand as
the assailant fell to the ground, clutching his throat.

	A second man raced past Dispol and pulled out a knife to attack the
security guard that had accompanied us down the sidewalk.  He knocked the
guard to the ground and raised his knife to stab the soldier.  With
lightning reflexes, Dispol ran through the second assailant with the sword
he'd grabbed from the first man.

	A third man raced by Dispol, heading toward the Ministry door.
Dispol swiveled quickly and took one step.  He swung the sword at the man
who'd just run by him.  Ordinarily the sword would have slashed at the arm
of the assailant, but he was a short man.  Instead, the swing of the sword
separated the third assailant's head from his body.  The head bounced
across the grass and landed in the shrubbery to Dispol's left.

	Two large vehicles roared up from the right and left.  Knowing he'd
be greatly outnumbered, Dispol grabbed the security guard who'd accompanied
him and sprinted toward the door to the Ministry.  They skidded to a stop
inside.  "Call out the guard!" he shouted.  Three men who were already in
the lobby raced for the door.  Additional men poured out of adjoining rooms
and took up defensive positions at windows nearby.  "Mr. Ambassador, call
the embassy and warn them that they may be attacked.  And tell them to
alert the other embassies, too," Dispol added, turning back to the outside
aggressors.  I pulled out my personal assistant and made the call.  I told
them to get the boys into the secure bunker in the basement of the embassy.
Then, take all necessary precautions to repel an attack.

	Five men left one vehicle and dashed toward the First Ministry
building.  One of the guards shouted, "I'll take care of this!"  He pushed
the door open just far enough to get his weapon outside.  He pulled the
activator and four men fell to the ground in four dazzling bolts of light.
The fifth man dove behind a stone pillar.  The guard flipped a lever on his
weapon and fired at the pillar.  The stone shattered into splinters no
larger than pebbles.  The man hiding behind the pillar was impaled by the
stone fragments, leaving not much more than a heap of red, torn flesh.
More fragments pinged and bounced off the building and reinforced window
glass.

	The men in the second wave didn't learn from the first group and
were cut down just as easily.  More large personnel carriers arrived.
Additional assailants stormed the building.  These men had a more military
precision about them and tried hiding behind their vehicles rather than be
caught out in the open like the first assaults.

       However, the men inside the building targeted the fuel tanks of the
vehicles.  Men ran from that cover just in time.  They knew what was going
to happen.  The vehicles blew up, incinerating anyone nearby.  The
survivors regrouped and charged the building.  The result was the same as
the first attack.  The curved nature of the building caught the aggressors
in a withering crossfire that they had no chance of surviving.

	Moments later, very large, armored personnel carriers arrived.  It
was the army.  Wisely, several attackers threw down their weapons and
surrendered.  Those that didn't met the same fate as their earlier
comrades.

       But, the men inside the building weren't taking any chances.  They
insisted that the leader of the army show his credentials and give the
password or they'd meet the same fate as the assailants.  With credentials
and passwords shared, the assault was over.  Those who had surrendered were
rounded up and taken to interrogation rooms to find out who was behind the
attempted coup.

	Not all of the assailants were dead.  Several medical personnel
attended to their wounds while others interrogated them.  The only thing
they would reveal was that they had done this for their religion, but
wouldn't say who organized or funded it.

	The First Minister had joined us a minute later.  I suggested that
it might be a good idea to check the bank accounts of some of these men and
see if there were suspicious deposits made.  I was willing to bet that they
were paid by Patriarchs.  "A pretty safe bet," the First Minister smiled.
"The Tax Ministry will be busy for a few days chasing down these leads.
However, we have new interrogation devices that we recently received from
some friends of ours."  He smiled knowingly.  "They are supposed to be very
effective.  Would you like to observe?"

	Not sure what he meant, I nodded and brought Persid with me.  I
gave instructions to Dispol that he should monitor the situation at our
embassy and let me know if anything was happening there.  He nodded his
understanding and left us.  The First Minister led us to a large room with
metal tables.  Several of the men who had assaulted the building, but had
surrendered, were strapped down.  The First Minister narrated the scene
before us.

	"One part of the device is attached to the back of the neck.
Another part is attached to the forehead with appendages adhering to the
temples.  This machine," he indicated a monitor nearby, "will tell us if
the subject is telling the truth or a lie.  We can't extract actual
information, but we can tell by the questions we ask if we are correct in
our assumptions of what the person knows.  The operator begins by asking
the person information that we know to be true or false.  That gives us a
baseline reading of how their mind works."

       We waited a few minutes until the technician was ready for the
important questions.  When he was, he nodded to the First Minister.  "Was
this attack on the building part of a larger attempt to overthrow the
government?"  We glanced at the technician.  He looked at the reading
device and nodded.  "Was it mounted for religious reasons?"  Again, the
technician nodded.  "Do you know who was behind the attack?"  Once more,
the technician nodded.  "Was it someone in the Palace of the Patriarchs?"
The technician shook his head to the negative.

	"Perhaps, he doesn't know?" I ventured.  "He's likely only a foot
soldier and wasn't privy to that knowledge."

	The First Minister nodded and then smiled.  "Was this assault
coordinated and instigated by someone in the Ministry of Justice?"  The
technician smiled broadly and nodded.  "Was it the Justice Minister?"  The
technician frowned and shook his head.  The First Minister sighed.

	"Do you have an organization chart for the Ministry of Justice?"
Persid asked.  The First Minister smiled and understood where Persid was
going with the question.  He dispatched an aide to find the appropriate
organization chart.  A few moments late, the aide returned.

	The First Minister began reading off names of the Deputy Ministers.
He got a hit on the Deputy Minister for Criminal Prosecutions.  "So, we
know one name, but we need to know if this goes higher," the First Minister
mused.  "Perhaps, there's a way we can find that out."  He told the
technician to raise the table so that the captured man could look at the
other men in the room who were also being interrogated.  He gave the man
time to look over the room and noticed immediately when his gaze fell.  The
table was moved in that direction with the Minister asking if the man
before him was his commander.  After four tries, the commander was found.
"Change the device over to this man," the First Minister commanded.

	"You won't get anything out of me," the man snarled.

	"We'll see about that," the First Minister smiled.  Within half a
dozen questions, the First Minister knew that the Minister of Justice and
the Patriarchs were behind the attack.  Additionally, he knew that the
funds came from the Patriarchs and had been paid to the soldiers already.
And we found out that there were no more imminent attacks.  If this attack
had been successful, others would have followed immediately on the other
Ministries and the power grid.  Embassies would be closed and booted out of
the country.  Religious rule would once again prevail.

	Immediately, the First Minister ordered the arrest of all the
Patriarchs, the Minister of Justice and his Deputy.  Others in the Ministry
of Justice would be asked to remain in the building until further
interrogations could be held.  Unfortunately, another 20 people in the
Ministry were implicated.  After they had been arrested, the employees were
allowed to resume their lives.  But, 35 of those didn't show up for work
the next day, having left for the remotest provinces.  But, the First
Minister knew their names, so he had warrants for their arrest issued.  The
Patriarchs blamed each other and protested their innocence.  No one
believed them.

       The scandal rocked Faldo to its core.  The religious leaders were
tried and sentenced to death for treason.  The Grand Patriarch and the
Minister of Justice were also tried for the murder of Raddig and found
guilty.  No one rose to their defense on any charges.  The next layer of
religious men below the Patriarchs tried to reconstitute the Order of the
Patriarchs, but they had very few followers left.  The assets of the
Patriarchs were confiscated and used to benefit the needy.

       The religion based on hate and suppression of minorities faded into
oblivion.

	By the afternoon, calm had returned to the capital city.  The First
Minister broadcast a message about the attempted coup and that the
perpetrators had been arrested.  The trial would begin soon he said.

	We returned to the embassy and hastened to hug and squeeze the boys
until they protested.  They had been on an adventure and didn't see what
all the fuss was about.  I dictated a message to Aldig that laid out the
particulars of the assault as I'd seen it and thanked them for giving the
First Ministry the interrogation tools that broke open the entire cadre of
miscreants involved.

	Persid cancelled our appointments for the rest of the day, so we
could enjoy the boys and decompress from the attempted coup.  It was a day
well spent.

	We did take that vacation Persid's parents told us to take.  We
brought Dispol and Pronin along.  A good time was had by all, especially
because we shared the drug with them.

	The boys grew bigger and more fun.  Our time at the embassy ended
in two years when a new ambassador was appointed.  We returned to Aldig and
lived out our lives.  The boys were delightful and adventurous.  Both had
met special men and fell in love.  They seem to be as happy as Persid and I
are.

	The best thing I ever did was Switching Sides!


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