Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 15:03:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: the new world part 10

Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content offends you or
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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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 Thailandwas. 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 CheltenhamLadiesCollegeand 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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