A WHORE IS BORN CH - 05

“Debbie, lovely to see you, it has been too long…” the General said as he kissed his niece. “I hope your husband has been treating you well. I know that we have been working the poor boy hard at the Ministry of Defence, but it is no easy ride when you want to rise up the ranks, isn't that right Justin, my boy…” Then, in an old comrade sort of way, he slapped Justin on his back. “And it is lovely to see you Freddie.” Debbie replied as she returned her uncle's kisses. “How is it all going, fighting those horrible people in Iraq?” “Oh not so bad, struggling on… Look your Aunt is over there, I know she is keen to say hello. I will catch up with you later, I just have some business with the Ambassador that I need to attend. I promise to spend some time with you later.” “Yes Freddie, you must. You know you have always been my favourite uncle and we do need to catch up…” “Yes my dear, we do, oh we do…” he replied, as he watched his niece walk off to greet her aunt, who also happened to be his wife. Debbie was actually not his niece through blood relation, rather she was related to him through his marriage. Debbie was his wife's brother's daughter. He had known her all her life. Although they had not seen each other recently, he had fond memories of her when she was young and they had always got on well. And of course it was he who had got her husband a job in the army and given his career a little push, whenever the need arose. As he watched her walk off, with her arms around her husband's waist, he wondered at the hypocrisy of the whole situation - here was this supposed loving wife who, just a few weeks ago, had participated in a lewd BDSM session in a dungeon, and was now playing happy families with her unsuspecting husband. And to cap it all off her uncle had, unbeknown to her, not only witnessed everything, but had set the whole lurid thing up. As he contemplated about how strange life could be, he could not help but focus on the young mother's wonderful tight little arse. At 36 years old, she was at the peak of her womanly beauty. She had chosen to wear a light, pink flowery summer dress which he noticed was quite short. In fact, it was shorter than what that Debbie usually wore as the dress stopped a good few inches above her knee. She was also wearing high heels. Very high heels in fact, the heel was at least 5 inches and this was definitely unusual for the normally shy, conservative Debbie. She was dressing like any whore for the Club would dress, the General thought. This was good… He then turned to look to see where the Ambassador was. They were actually at the Ambassador's private residence for a small parry. They were there ostensibly to socialise after a period of intense negotiation over a lucrative arms deal between the two countries. However the dinner had actually been set up for another reason, a more sinister reason. It had been set up in order for the Ambassador to fuck Debbie. Since it was such a beautiful sunny day in London, they were all outside. There were about 14 people milling about in the Ambassador's beautiful garden. And since this was supposed to be a social event, wives were also invited. Debbie and Justin were there because Debbie's husband, a Major in the army, had been part of the negotiations and was worthy of an invite. Or that was what Debbie and Justin thought. Little did they know they were there solely in order for the Ambassador to fuck Debbie. The General walked over to the Ambassador, who was talking to some of his fellow countrymen. Ambassador Umbutu was from a large rich African oil state. He was a huge man, around 6ft 6, had wide broad shoulders and, at aged 60, has the beginnings of a slight paunch in the tummy area. He seemed to be talking business with a couple of his diplomats, who he immediately dismissed when the General came over. “So, General, my dear old friend, I am glad to see you have brought over our little sweetener which should help clinch our deal.” The Ambassador then put an arm over the General's shoulder and led him towards a waiter who was carrying a tray of champagne. “Here, let us celebrate the imminent conclusion of our negotiations and of course, more importantly, the imminent fucking of the beautiful Debbie!” He then handed the General a glass of Don Perignon Champagne. They then clinked each other's glass in acknowledgement of their impending achievement and took a sip of France's finest. “And you are sure the bitch does not suspect a thing?” The Ambassador enquired, as he looked over with keen interest at Debbie, who was laughing sweetly away with her aunt, totally unaware that just a few feet away, two men were plotting her downfall. “Not a thing, Mr Ambassador, not a thing. She still has no idea that we witnessed her beating in the dungeon the other day. And since then, the Club has deliberately stayed away from her. We have been waiting for you to be free to take delivery!” “Yes, sorry about the delay, as you know I had to return home to iron our one or two details regarding our deal but yes, I am here now to take delivery of my white meat! Ha! Ha! Ha!” The Ambassador spoke with a loud, booming African accent and the General was slightly nervous of anyone overhearing. The Ambassador sensing the General's concern calmed him down, “Don't worry, she can't hear. And anyone who does is not important enough for us to be worried about.” For a few moments nothing was said as both men drank their Champagne and looked at Debbie. Finally it was the Ambassador who broke the silence as he could not help but feel smug at his impending conquest. “Oh, General my friend, how the wheel has turned.” “What do you mean?” “Well, only 50 years ago, my family and my people were essentially your slaves as you ruled over my land. Now look at us. You are prepared to hand over one of your finest white women for me to fuck so that you can sell us weapons! “General my dear, do you not see the irony in all this? Years ago, you and your people would have had me shot for just looking at her. Now you are handing me over, you wife's niece…” Indeed, the General did see the irony in all this. He and the Ambassador went back a long way, they had fought together in the civil war that had raged in the Ambassador's homeland and forged the type of close friendship that only men who had served in the army could understand. As such, not only did he know where the Ambassador was coming from, he was not offended by it either. The General may have been the worst type of sexual predator, but that did not stop him from being tolerant of other people's views. “Yes, times have changed. And you know what, I am happy that they have. You will enjoy Debbie, she is such an innocent bitch. I have always wanted to fuck her. Although you will get first crack today, my day will come, and come soon…” As they continued to eye up the stunning Debbie and both openly salivated at the prospect of fucking the poor girl, Debbie continued to play the role of a dutiful wife at her husband's work function. Mingling with guests, laughing at their weak jokes, blushing appropriately whenever someone would tell her how lovely she looked, no one could possibly have suspected that this sophisticated lady had a dark, terrible secret… Debbie, after her session in the dungeon three weeks ago, had initially been confused and horrified by what had happened to her. Confused because she could not explain why, in such a short space of time, she had turned into such a wanton submissive slut who was prepared to allow her body to be abused in such a violent manner. Horrified because, despite desperately wanting to put these feeling aside and carry on with her normal, mundane existence, she had deep down enjoyed every minute of her abuse and wanted to continue with her “training”. In essence, she wanted to be a whore. She wanted to be violently dominated and abused and, notwithstanding her religious upbringing and every sensible bone in her body telling her to behave, she could not deny what she felt. However as the days passed and she spent time away from the Club's dominating, intimidating members, it gave her the time to think rationally and she became determined not to allow those dark feelings, and the awful reality of who she was, deflect her from her normal married life. She told herself that provided she stayed away from the Club and was not tempted by their perverse needs, which she wanted to fulfil, then she would be ok and her life as a whore could be averted. As far as she was now concerned, her time with the Club was at an end. The return of her husband from a six month tour of duty in Afghanistan naturally helped. She was understandably delighted to have him home and seeing him again reminded her how much she truly loved him and what the awful consequences would be if he ever found out what she had been up. She was determined to ensure that never happened. And as was usual, whenever Justin returned from a tour of duty, there followed a sustained period of gentle love making. And as was also usual it only ever lasted for a few days before her husband immersed himself in work and became too tired to attend to his wife's considerable needs. And this time it was worse than usual since Justin had been posted at the Ministry if Defence in London, which meant more responsibility and longer hours. But at least he was no longer posted overseas, that should help her, Debbie thought… But it didn't. She still spent most of her free time thinking about her time in the studio and the dungeon, of being whipped by Jack, his big cock and so on and so on. Deep down she wanted to take things further. But she was married, she could not do that to her husband. Could she? So, to try and take her mind off things, Debbie immersed herself in her work, doing as much for charity and the church as possible. As fulfilling as that was, it did nothing to fulfil her own base needs. So Debbie decided to do what all women did when they were feeling down: she went shopping. A spot of retail therapy, with her husband's credit card, would surely make her feel better and forget all about Jack and the Club. But, when browsing through the aisles of Harvey Nicholls (London's premier store) she found herself spending an inordinate amount of time in the lingerie section. This resulted in her making several purchases of stockings, suspenders and g-strings. And, if that was not bad enough, most of her other purchases consisted of dresses and skirts that were all tight and short and shoes with very high heels. These were not her normal purchases. Debbie usually veered towards classy and conservative. Not classy and risqué. The fact of the matter was that Debbie was constructing a wardrobe that would have met with the considerable approval of The Platinum Club. Not that she for a minute recognised that brutal fact herself. And over the next few days, Debbie took great delight in wearing her new outfits. She took particular pleasure in wearing her new lingerie. She had never really worn stockings and suspenders on a regular basis before and had never, until she was forced to by Jack, worn a g-string. But she now found it almost natural to wear these items on a daily basis. It was as if she would be betraying the principles of the Club if she did not dress in a way that would please its members and is seemed like that would be the last thing she would ever want to do. However, whenever she felt this way, she would try and tell herself that this was ludicrous, that she was merely experimenting with fashion, as was every woman's prerogative. But deep down she knew different, deep down she knew what was happening to her. She wanted to look and feel like a whore… Often, before she would put on her dress, she would stand in front of the mirror in order to see how she looked in just her heels, stockings, suspenders and g-string. Looking down at her shoes, she understood why men liked to see their women wear high heels (or fuck-me-shoes as some of her friends called them). They accentuated the calf muscles and of course raised a girl's bottom. Before she found them uncomfortable and would prefer to wear something with a smaller heel, or just flats. But not now. Now she found that her comfort was secondary to the way she would look to other men. Then came the stockings which accentuated her long, slender legs. Normal hose, which ended up around her waist, whilst being more practical, did not have nearly the same affect as stockings. Stockings would reveal the top of a lady's legs, the most sensitive and alluring part and, since the rest of her legs were covered, a man's eyes would naturally be drawn upwards. It was a definitely a case of wearing something can be more revealing than wearing nothing at all. The suspenders and suspender belt (or garters and garter belts as they are called in America), were a little old fashioned, but Debbie found that she preferred them to just hold-ups. Again, they drew a person's eye to not only a woman's thighs, but to her lovely flat well toned stomach. They also had the added advantage of framing a woman's pussy. Sometimes she would forgo the bra or merely wear a skimpy one which barely contained her big tits (as she was doing today). And any bra she wore would be see-through and often so small that her nipples would peep out of the top. But it was the g-string that made Debbie feel that extra bit special. The front just about covered her pussy, but it was the back, the piece of string which lay snugly between the valley of her cheeks, that made her feel most like a slut. This item of clothing for her, more than any other, symbolised what a woman should wear if she wanted to be taken seriously by a real man. This item was designed purely for their pleasure since it had no real use for the wearer. A man's eyes were immediately drawn to the string, meaning that each delicious bottom cheek was separated thus highlighting their beauty. Again, it was a case of less is more and, just like a lot of what she now wore, it may have been uncomfortable, but that was a complete irrelevance. A man's pleasure was the only thing of importance to Debbie, even though she was telling herself that man was her husband, and not the members of the Club with whom she swore she would have nothing to further do with. However her husband was too busy (or stupid) to appreciate, or really notice, the change in his gorgeous wife. So engrossed was he in his work and career that he either did not recognise the tighter and more revealing outfits or, when he did, he grunted in semi approval and merely commented that was “a little risqué” but offer nothing else. And Debbie now found herself dispensing with her old wardrobe completely and just wore her new clothes. She loved the way the new Debbie looked. She wondered why she had not dressed like this before. So many wasted years of dressing with her female friends in mind (nice and conservative) but not crucially thinking about what men would like and what they would make of her outfit. How stupid of her, she said to herself. It was men who desired her body so why shouldn't she dress to please them? And there was nothing wrong with this. She was not being unfaithful to Justin, she was merely dressing to please the opposite sex. And Debbie was happy to apply this wonderful dress policy for today's party at the Ambassador's residence where it could be safely said that she was wearing something a “little risqué”. She was wearing a newly bought pink flowery summer dress which was tight at the top and flared out at the bottom. Still Channel, but it was little bit less conservative than what she would usually wear. It was sleeveless and there were a few buttons at the front that did their best to contain her enormous breasts (the dress could have been a size bigger but Debbie had deliberately bought it because of the way it would accentuate her tits). Naturally, with this tight little wonder, she wore stockings (flesh coloured), white suspenders and white g-string. She initially wanted to go without a bra but decided at the last minute to wear one since she did not yet have the courage to go braless to such a high profile event. Finally, she wore five inch strap on pink heels. Once more her husband just about acknowledged how she looked but he failed to notice when she sat in the car, her short skirt rose up her delicious thighs to reach the very tops of her stockings. And as she mingled in the party, she was aware that all the men's eyes seemed to linger on her delicious body. In particular the black men. There were black diplomats, waiters and bodyguards who lingered longer than most and made no attempt to hide the fact that they were staring at her, savouring her tight, young white married body. Whilst Debbie had previously been happy to flaunt her body to the white men that frequented the rich parts of London, she found it a little different to do the same as black men. Their stares and looks were more predatory than mere wanton lust. She was now wishing that she had dressed a little more conservative. So it was with some relief when dinner was finally called and she could sit down and remove her body from these preying eyes. Unfortunately, her relief was going to be short lived… Initially she was pleased to discover that she was sitting next to her uncle, the General. But when she discovered she was also sitting next to the Ambassador, she felt a little nervous, not only because he was black, but also because of all the stares she had received from the other black people in the garden. She wondered whether he would also treat her the same. But her fears appeared to be unfounded for the Ambassador came across as a real gentleman. His English, although spoken with a posh African accent, was impeccable. She quickly discovered that he had attended all the right schools, went to all the right shows in London and was, at the beginning at least, nothing other than charming company. And that was handy since the General seemed to be fully engaged with someone else and had been unable to pay her much attention. It was only after the appetisers had been taken away and the wine glasses were being refilled, did things start to change for poor Debbie… The conversation had veered towards fashion, what was in vogue in London these days when the Ambassador made his move. “And I must say, Debbie, whatever they are wearing these days, you look delightful today…” “Why, thank you Mr. Ambassador. I actually just bought the other day from the Channel shop in Sloane Street. Does your wife go there….?” “Yes, and I do note that it is nice and short. And tight! Just as I like it…” Debbie was taken aback by this. To say something so bold did not fit at all with how the Ambassador has previously spoken to her. “Err, well, yes, I-I suppose so…” She nervously replied, conscience again that her skirt was very short. As she spoke, she tried to push her skirt down and when she did, the Ambassador made no attempt to conceal the fact that he was looking down at her legs. “Yes, although you are dressed slightly different from when we first met.” “First met? I don't believe we have ever met before. I would certainly have remembered meeting you, Mr Ambassador.” Debbie was now getting increasingly irritated with the Ambassador and where the conversation was heading. She had no time for a lecherous old black man. She was semi aristocracy and did not need to take this from him. She looked around the table for other people to talk. But the Ambassador pressed on. “Oh I don't think we were properly said that you were tied up at the time…” “Oh really, was it at Royal Ascot a few months ago, I am always busy there? Or was it at Wimbledon…” Debbie was relieved, she thought the conversation had moved on from her outfit. Hopefully she could quickly end the conversation and talk to her uncle. “No, it was when you were tied up in Jack's dungeon. You remember, when you were whipped like a whore?” Debbie froze with earth shattering fear. At first she thought it was a joke, some sort of sick joke that this man was playing on her. Surely she could not be so unfortunate, not to mention hideously unlucky, as to be sitting next to the man who was one of the witnesses to her debauched punishment? Surely God would not be that cruel to her, not here, not now, not with her husband sitting opposite. Naturally her immediate instinct was to deny everything, dismiss what he had to say with that stiff, upper lip sort of disdain that the British seemed to excel. So, with a measure tone and look of shock, so as to not alert anyone else and bring them into the conversation, she replied, “Excuse me! I have no idea what you are talking about. And I would appreciate it if you would not use that kind of language with me. I am a lady and…” “Oh you are indeed quite a lady, Debbie! Quite a lady!” As he spoke, the Ambassador put his hand under the table and, without alerting any of the other guests as to what was going on, calmly placed it on Debbie's knee. Of course she instinctively tried to remove his hand. This was getting out of hand, she thought. He can't have been there. He can't know what happened. She knew that somehow she had to end this with the minimal of fuss. But since the Ambassador was on to something, she could not risk making a scene and drawing other guests, in particular her husband, into the Ambassador's conversation. That risked discovery. And that was to be avoided. At all costs. “Please, what do you think you are doing?” She said quietly. Desperately hoping that this would all end. “I have no idea what you are talking about…” “Don't be so shy with me, young lady. I saw everything. I saw the way you were tied up that day, the way you allowed Felicity and Penelope to caress you. And then the way you allowed Jack to whip your little behind. Have the scars healed yet, my dear? Does your husband know about them? Does he know that you like to dress up like a slave and then get whipped in front of men you don't know? Do you want me to ask him now, you naughty bitch?” “Oh p-please, I-I don't know what you are talking about. P-please stop touching me…” “I bet you were disappointed that Jack didn't fuck you afterwards. Did you know that he was ordered not to order that I could be the first to fuck your tight pussy?” “P-please, take your hand off my leg. You must be confused with someone else. It was not me, I assure you. I am happily married…” “Of course you are… Look enough of this bullshiit. Do you see those two men standing over there, by the entrance to my house?” Using his other hand, the one not caressing her leg, the Ambassador pointed towards two men who were standing on either side of a doorway. They were both huge black men, must have been around 6ft 6, wore identical black suits, dark navy blue tie, had on black sunglasses, were both bald and quite ugly and also seemed to be incredibly well muscular. Not men you messed with. They had their hands clasped in front of them and one of them, the one standing on the right, held a plain brown envelope. “Those men are my bodyguards. And you see the one on the right, the one holding the brown envelope?” The Ambassador must have indicated something to him because at that moment, the man held up the envelope in order for Penelope to get a better look. “Well, his name is Bem, and do you know what is inside that envelope?” Debbie said nothing and instead just shook her head. She was now too terrified to speak. “Well, inside are some nice clear pictures of you getting whipped. You were secretly recorded in the basement and I took the liberty of printing out some pictures. “I must say, you do look wonderful in your tight black outfit, the way your tits hang out. All rather splendid, I think. Now, unless you agree to do everything I say, Bem over there is going to walk over to your husband and hand him that envelope. When your husband takes a look, well I fear he will not be happy. What do you think?” “No! No, it wasn't me. Please. Please don't do this to me. Please…” “Debbie, you are being ridiculous and I am sorry, I really don't have time for this.” The Ambassador then nodded his head towards Bem and immediately Bem set off towards the dinner table. Debbie looked on with utter fear, incredulous that her life was taking this dark turn. Debbie began to think quickly. Clearly this man either had been there, or had been told what had happened. He knew too much to be bluffing. But were there really pictures of her being whipped in that envelope? Either way, was she prepared to call his bluff? Was she prepared to risk her marriage and the public humiliation that would follow? For if there were pictures, in all probability not only would her husband now see them, but in the commotion that would surely follow, the other guests would get to see them too. And that included her aunt and uncle. Oh my God, then all of her family and friends would find out! That could not happen! So trapped, believing that there were no options left open top her, as Bem came to stand behind her husband, she said “Stop! Please, stop!” “I can stop it my dear, if you admit to me now, that you are a whore and you will do what I say.” “P-please…” “Say it or I will give the final order. He is seconds away from handing over the envelope.” Debbie once more looked towards Bem and desperately tried to see if there could be a way out of this. Meanwhile the Ambassador, ever confident of success, moved his hand up her leg, so that it came into contact with the naked flesh above her stockings. He knew that there was actually nothing in the envelope other than blank pieces of paper. The General and he were never going to risk showing such pictures here (they did exist). For one thing people would eventually ask how he got hold of them and neither he nor the General could risk their own sordid life being exposed. But she did not know that and the Ambassador was correctly assuming that in her current disorientated state, she would not be able to make such a calculation and even if she did, the risk of her being exposed far outweighed any collateral damage to the Ambassador. Debbie looked towards Bem again. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out. Briefly she thought whether she might ask her uncle for help? Sitting next to her, was he aware of what was going on? Had he seen the Ambassador place his hand on her leg? Could he see how distressed she was? She looked over at him and saw that he was engrossed in conversation with someone else. Clearly he had seen nothing. She then looked over at all the other guests, in particular her husband, to see if he or anyone else had noticed something was awry with her. But they all seemed to be having a lovely time, laughing away, enjoying the wine and the company, and no one was paying her any attention. In any event, even if they had, what could she do? Had they asked her what was wrong, what could she feasibly say? I am being sexually harassed by the Ambassador. And what would he do and say? Deny it and proceed to reveal the pictures to everyone. There was no way out for her. She was a now a caged victim of the Club and in that split second she realised, with a due sense of fear and dread, that her only option was to concede her body to this man and serve him. So, as Bem took a step towards her husband, she whispered, as loud she dared, “I am a whore and will do what you want.” As soon as she did, the Ambassador nodded his head towards Bem, who immediately backed off. Justin all the while had been completely unaware that he was ever behind him. Bem then made his way back to once more stand next to his colleague by the door. “Good my dear. Good. I am glad we cleared all that nonsense up and we can proceed. I think you are going to serve me very well. Very well indeed…” Debbie shuddered at this. She was now about to fulfil her destiny as a whore and was about to do it with a black man. A big black man. She then recalled how big this man's dick had looked in the dungeon. Although her view had been obscured, what was clear was that he possessed an abnormally large penis. And she was going to be forced to serve it. Here, now, with her husband present. Her heart beat became that bit faster as this terrible fate dawned on her. That was perhaps understandable. What was not was the fact that her pussy, ever since the Ambassador had placed his hand on her leg, had become wet. Very wet in fact. She had not really noticed this until now, so shocked was she by the Ambassador's ambush. But she could now feel her love juices leaking out of her pussy and causing her g-string to become damp. She desperately hoped that the Ambassador would not discover this terrible secret. To even think this, however, showed how naïve poor Debbie was still. Meanwhile the Ambassador's hand was happily stroking the lovely flesh above the bitch's stocking. “Very nice. I take it you are wearing stockings?” “Yes.” She nervously whispered, thankful that all the action was taking place under the table, away from everyone else's attention. “And I note you have on suspenders. Very good. Very good. Do you normally dress like this, my dear?” he asked that as he turned his head to face her, gently smiling. If anyone was looking at them now, they would have seen nothing untoward. The Ambassador could have been talking to her about the weather, rather than verbally assaulting her. Debbie had no choice but to answer truthfully and honestly. “No, I don't normally wear these items… Well I should say not since…” “Not since Jack introduced you to the joys of the Club?” “Yes.” “And you have worn them ever since?” “Yes.” “Why, is that Debbie, why are you choosing to dress more like a slut?” Debbie was humiliated by this line of questioning. The cruel Ambassador was quizzing her in such a controlled cold manner that you could not help but be impressed by his confidence. And as this man molested her legs, Debbie looked over at her husband, who was happily chatting away to another one of the guests, blissfully unaware what was happening to his poor wife. “P-please. Stop this. My husband is just sitting over there. P-please, have some mercy on me…” “Your husband!” The Ambassador then let out a chuckle. Then, calmly picking a glass of white wine, he drank away as he looked at Justin. “Your husband, well, you didn't give him much of a thought when you agrees to be photographed naked, or when you allowed Jack to cum all over your face, or indeed when you agreed to be tied up and whipped like a wanton whore, did you?” “Oh, p-please…” “Now, be a good girl, and answer my question.” The Ambassador calmly took another sip of white wine, looked at her husband and said: “Or I will have no choice but to direct Bem to show your husband those delightful pictures of you being whipped.” “Oh, you are being so cruel… Yes, I have chosen to dress this way because I want to feel more like a slut.” “Good! Good. Now, my dear, I let you off there for not answering me immediately, but you will not be permitted to ever disobey one of my orders again. You saw what happened to poor Felicity who broke the rules, and your punishment would seem minor in comparison. So please, for you and your husband's sake, you will answer all of my questions and do exactly what I say. Do I make myself clear?” Debbie, knowing exactly what the Ambassador was implying, realised she was well and truly trapped. Looking at her husband, she replied to the Ambassador: “Yes, will do exactly what you say.” “Excellent, now tell me why you want to feel more like a slut?” “Because I want to be dominated by men. By men who want to treat me badly.” “You mean treat you like a whore, Debbie?” “Yes, like a whore.” “And you want to become a whore, don't you Debbie? Spread your legs for me.” Debbie immediately spread her legs allowing the evil Ambassador to place a hand on the inside of her thigh. It was clear that Debbie was no longer in control of her destiny. The Ambassador was. To save her marriage, it had become quickly apparent to her that she would have no choice but to obey him, unconditionally and regardless of how lewd his requests were. And despite Debbie telling herself that she was not enjoying being forced to behave like a whore, her pussy told a different story. The Ambassador's hand then gradually moved up Debbie's inner thigh making its way towards her pussy. It was now inevitable that in a matter of a few seconds, the Ambassador would discover the truth about Debbie, the fact that she liked to be dominated, humiliated and generally treated like a bitch whore in heat. “Spread your legs a little more, I want to touch your married white pussy. And I asked you a question, you want to become a whore, don't you?” As Debbie spread her legs, she replied: “I want to become a whore because, ooh, because I think I want to know what it feels like to be dominated and abused at the hands of a man who possesses a big cock. Ooh, p-please…” The Ambassador's hand had finally made contact with the wet g-string and Debbie's body was responding accordingly. “Oh, my dear Debbie, after all your protests it seems that you body is responding like a true whore's would. Not like some reluctant, good little housewife. “I take it that is a g-string that you are wearing?” “Yes.” “And are you wearing a bra?” “Yes.” The Ambassador them looked intently at Debbie, who looked back, and replied, in hushed tones and in a business like manner: “Well, whilst I am a big fan of the g-string, the bra is completely unnecessary. You should never wear one. I have seen your lovely big tits and they are so pert and supple, it is a crime to ever wear one. As such, before the starter arrives, I want you to visit the bathroom and remove the bra. And whilst you are at it, take the g-string off, you no longer require it. Your pussy will certainly need to be made available to me during the course of the day so you might as well take that off too. “Put the bra in the bin, but when you return, give me the g-string. Do I make myself clear?” Debbie froze and was once more stunned into silence. So much of importance had been said to her in such a short space of time that she could not quite take it all. Firstly, he was asking her to remove her most intimate items of clothing during this dinner party. And, if that wasn't bad enough, secondly he had then gone on to tell her that her “pussy will certainly need to be made available to me during the course of the day”. That could only mean one thing: this big black man was going to fuck her. And no doubt would fuck her hard. The full enormity of what was going to happen hit her. Her trembling hand reached over for her glass of white wine and, hand still shaking, brought the glass up to her mouth and took a big gulp. She needed something to calm her nerves. However, despite shaking with fear, she was still able to carefully, and correctly, analyse the situation: be unfaithful and save your marriage? Or be faithful and ruin your marriage? That was the awful dilemma for poor Debbie and there seemed to be no way out for her. The only thing she knew was that she had to try and delay the inevitable and see if there was any possibility that she could save her pussy from this terrible fate. But, for that to happen, she had to comply with the Ambassador's current lewd order. So, without saying a word, she took another sip of wine, picked up a white napkin from the table, wiped her mouth and slowly got up. As she did, the Ambassador swiftly removed his hand from her legs and Debbie, as graceful as ever, lowered her dress in a way that meant that no one could have known that it had been lifted up. In no time, she was making her way towards the back entrance of the house where the two huge black bodyguards were standing. As she approached them, she had no doubt that these two thugs were eyeing her up. Despite wearing black shades, the way the men moved their heads towards her and moved them up and down, it was clear to her that they were ogling her body. And as she got closer, she began to really appreciate their size. At 6ft 6, and built like a shed, they were huge and just seemed to tower over her. They were also hideously ugly. Both were bald and had various scars on their face. As she passed Bem, he gave her an enormous smile, as if to acknowledge the fact that they were blatantly appreciating her young, white married body, which was so wonderfully displayed to them in her tight outfit. Passing such huge, intimidating thugs, who were clearly sexually aroused by her body, had a curious effect on the young wife. Sure, she felt terrified that these men found her attractive and no doubt would want to do some very nasty things to her. But at the same time her body was responding in a way that suggested perhaps being fucked by some rough blacks actually appealed to this conservative, rich white housewife. Debbie had heard about respectable middle class white women being fascinated with big rough black men. Previously, she had always dismissed this as a rather disgusting fetish, something that she herself could never contemplate. She had virtually no dealings with the black community in her day to day life and, even when being initiated into the Platinum Club, it was always at the hands of respectable, white upper class people. And even now, although the Ambassador was black, he was as upper class a man you were ever likely to meet. However, these bodyguards were a different kettle of fish. These men were thugs. She imagined that they could have even been trained killers in their previous life, before they had been employed by the Ambassador. Furthermore, she felt that they were men who would quite happily rape her if she refused to submit to their will. That thought that more than anything else that had happened to her today, almost made her cum. Fantasising about being raped by two black thugs - being gangraped - was this really what ultimately appealed to Debbie? At first, she refused to recognise this, but again her pussy was telling her something different. She quickly found the bathroom, entered and locked the door. She was now panting out loud. Her pussy was releasing its juices and her nipples seemed to be ready to burst through her flimsy bra. This could not be happening to her, she told herself. She was supposed to be finding a way out of this situation, not allowing her body to get turned on by it. She told herself that she could let this happen here. Not with her husband present. She frantically ran through her options - maybe she could run away, take the risk that the Ambassador would feel pity on her and not show the pictures? Or maybe she could bargain with him, offer him her body when her husband was not present? Briefly she thought that one of these options might work, but deep down she knew what kind of man the Ambassador ultimately was. He was not a man to make a deal with a whore, especially when much of the pleasure would come from humiliating her in front of her husband. So, in an almost trance like state, she moved over to the wash basin and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew that by complying with the Ambassador, there would be no way back for her. She may try and convince herself that she could delay things, but it would be inevitable that the Ambassador would eventually fuck her. And if she tried to resist, he would just rape her. The alternative was to risk the end of her marriage and her standing in society since, once the story of her being tied up and whipped was revealed that none of her friends would want to have anything more to do with her. She would become a social pariah and her life, as she once knew it, would be at an end. And God only knows what her daughter, Alice would make of it all… So, with no options left, she started to remove her bra. A click of a strap and a few tugs later, her bra was being dragged off from under her dress. She then looked for somewhere to hide it. Looking around, the only place was the bin. She placed it at the bottom, concealing it by covering it with a pile of tissues. Next came the g-string. She raised her skirt, and slid it off, noting how wet it had become. Whatever was about to happen to her, somehow her body was responding in a contrary way to what the sensible part, the part that wanted to be a loving, faithful wife, was telling her. As she stepped out of the g-string, she screwed it up into a ball in one of her hands, lowered her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She was still breathing heavily. Inside a whore was being born and there was nothing she could from stopping it. She was being cruelly forced into this but that did not prevent her from feeling like a horny whore. She then saw that her nipples were aggressively pointing out against the thin material of her dress. This was not good. Thankfully it was getting dark outside so her husband and most of the other guests would not notice. But she knew that the Ambassador would. Steeling herself for what was to follow, she made her way out of the bathroom and back to the dinner table. Now that her big tits had been freed by the unnecessary constraints of her bra, she could feel them shake up and down with each step. Strangely she felt more natural this way. She approached the two bodyguards who, upon hearing her approach, turned their heads to look back. They must have seen her tits shaking deliciously and her fat nipples pointing out through her dress for they immediately looked down at her chest and smiled. Debbie, with as much confidence as she could muster, walked through the doorway and between these two black thugs. As she approached the table, she saw that a starter of fish soup had been served and people were too busy eating and chatting to notice Debbie returning from the bathroom. As quickly as she could in order that no one would notice her bouncing tits, she sat down next to the Ambassador. As she did, the Ambassador looked over and politely smiled as you would when one of your guests had returned. “Very nice.” He said. “I can see that you have removed your bra. You should never wear one. It is important for a whore to have her tits free, it makes them more accessible for her man, for her Master… “And do you have the g-string for me?” Debbie was still holding the g-string tightly in her right hand. It had been screwed up into a ball in order to disguise it as a hanky. Discreetly she passed it to the Ambassador under the table who greedily grabbed it from her. “Very nice and damp I see” he said that as he held her most intimate item of clothing. “Clearly you are a horny little slut who loves to be treated like a bitch whore.” Then, calmly as ever, he lifted the g-string up to his nose and smelt it. It was still crumpled up in a tight ball so anyone looking would have thought that he was merely using his handkerchief to dab his nose. As he inhaled, he closed his eyes and savoured the sweet smell of Debbie's pussy. Debbie naturally was mortified at his behaviour. This man, in front of her husband, was brazenly and unashamedly, smelling her underwear. It was positively humiliating. And yet still such a turn on… “Oh that is marvellous, the aroma of a bitch in heat is really something to behold…” As the Ambassador taunted her, Debbie, hands trembling, began to eat her soup. She was terrified that people would begin to notice that something was amiss so she wanted to appear as normal as possible. The Ambassador, to Debbie's relief, put down her g-string and shoved it into his trouser pocket. For the moment at least, potential disaster had been averted. The Ambassador then started to eat his soup, kept up the pretence with the other guests by exchanging a few pleasantries with them and, for a brief time, normality reigned. Of course, it would not last. As the soup course was being finished, the Ambassador's left hand snaked under the table and he placed it on top of Debbie's right knee. Without a word being exchanged, he slowly moved it up her leg, until it came to rest on the lovely white flesh above the tops of her stockings. As he finished off his soup, and without looking directly at her, he whispered, “Spread your legs.” Debbie obeyed as she struggled to maintain her composure under this intimidating and powerful assault (she was afraid that at any moment she could drop her spoon and create a scene, such was the fear cursing through her body). Slowly uncrossing her legs, she spread them as far as she dared. As the black waiters cleared up the diners plates, the Ambassador's hand moved up to the very tops of her thighs and started to make its way towards the bitch's sopping wet cunt. Debbie was looking at her husband, who was holding the entire table's attention with one of his war stories. Fortunately he was not looking directly at her since he may have noticed that she was struggling to keep her composure. Her breathing had intensified and she felt her big nipples thrusting up against her thin dress. The Ambassador's hand inevitably moved down on to Debbie's inner thigh and made its way towards her pussy. Debbie's mouth was now open and she was panting with desire. She was looking directly at her husband as, for the first time in her life, another man made contact with her married cunt. As the Ambassador's big black finger delicately grazed her wet clit, she let out a light gasp. The feeling of being an unfaithful wife and whore was wonderful. She had desperately hoped not to feel this way but her true feelings were coming to the fore and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The Ambassador then skilfully began to massage her clit. He had of course expected her to be nothing other than wet and hot, he after all had witnessed her whorish behaviour in the dungeon so was well prepared for her reaction. As he rubbed her, he too looked over at the man whose wife he was abusing and feigned interest in his war tale. Whilst he watched him, he could hear the whore lightly pant. He knew that had she not been sitting with her friends and husband, those light pants would have been more like whorish screams. He also knew that being humiliated and dominated in front of her husband was all part of the sordid attraction for her so he decided to take things a step further. Looking at Justin, the Ambassador decided to engage the poor chap in conversation whilst he played with his wife. “Yes, it must have been horrendous for you in Iraq, especially when you have such a lovely wife here at home.” The Ambassador then looked over at Debbie, politely smiled, and increased the pressure on her clit. It took all of Debbie's will power not to scream out loud and cum. Hands trembling, she managed to pick up her glass of white wine and take a sip, thus helping her cover up her emotions and calm her nerves. “Yes war can be tough, but as a solider you just have to get on with things as best you can.” Justin, always mindful of his career, paid more attention to the Ambassador, a man he knew he needed to impress in order that his country secured the lucrative arms deal, than to his lovely wife. This was fortunate for Debbie. “Yes, I do admire your bravery, fighting in a foreign land, so far away from home and your loved ones…” The Ambassador said that once more looking at Justin. “Yes, it has been difficult, Mr. Ambassador. But I understand that you also fought in your own country's civil way some years ago, that must have been difficult, fighting against your own people?” “Yes, Justin, it was difficult. Killing is always. But sometimes, you have to be ruthless, and take what you want, regardless of the consequences.” He then increased the pressure on the bitch's clit. “Sometimes, people need to be conquered and defeated, regardless of who they are.” Debbie took another sip of wine, her eyes were now closed, she was close. She knew that the Ambassador was describing her, that it was her pussy that was being conquered and defeated, and she had no way to fight back. Indeed, in an act of surrender to the Ambassador and without any prompting, Debbie spread her legs further allowing him to gain better access to her married pussy. “I agree, Mr Ambassador, war is a dirty business and you often have to do things, and make sacrifices, that you normally would never contemplate.” “That is very well put, my dear chap. Sacrifices and doing things you would not normally do is exactly what war is about. “I know men, and women, in my country who had to do things, bad things, in order to save their families.” At the entire table was transfixed at what the Ambassador was saying. A charismatic and charming man at the best of times, the Ambassador was once more holding court as people wondered what sacrifices he was referring. That is all except Debbie who was still in a complete state of turmoil. “What sacrifices are these, Mr Ambassador, if you don't mind me asking?” Justin asked. The Ambassador looked solemnly at Justin, paused for effect, and then replied, “My dear chap, desperate times called for desperate measures and often, when the aggressor would arrive at a village or a town, women were given a clear choice: submit to the whims of their attacker, or their husbands would face the consequences.” Debbie was now gently thrusting her pussy against the Ambassador's hand, willing him to caress him as she allowed her body to be taken by her attacker. “What do you mean, Ambassador?” This time it was Lady Jackson, the General's wife who spoke. “Lady Jackson, these men did things that I dare not speak. Especially in front of a lady…” “Oh my dear, friend, you and I go back a long way. And we are all adults here. Let's not beat around the bush, are you saying that those dreadful men raped these women?” The Ambassador had a look of sorrow on his face, one couldn't be sure whether he was genuinely concerned or it was merely for the benefit of his dinner guests. One feared the latter. He first looked directly at Lady Jackson before lowering his eyes and replying: “Yes, these cruel men raped these women. They raped them because otherwise they were told their husbands would have been harmed.” The guests were now all silent as they digested this dreadful tale, contemplating the horrors that existed in the world, a world that most of them were fortunate enough to be far removed from. All except Debbie of course who, rather than taking a philosophical moment to reflect how cruel life could be, was empathising with the tribeswomen. Yes, she was too being forced to yield her married pussy to a cruel attacker in order to save her marriage. She too could see herself giving up her pussy to another man's cock if it meant stopping the Ambassador from harming her husband. For the poor defenceless tribeswomen, read poor defenceless Debbie. The Ambassador them slid two fingers deftly into her throbbing cunt and started to skilfully finger fuck her. Debbie gasped at this sudden intrusion. It was not completely unexpected but still, another man's fingers entering her pussy was a further escalation in her domination. Her pants got even louder, but fortunately they were only audible by the Ambassador. Her big tits were heaving up and down and she wished she could release and play with them. Nevertheless she was grateful that she had been forced to remove them from the unnecessary confines of her bra as it allowed her sensitive nipples to graze her dress. Squelching noises could now be heard as the Ambassador finger fucked her hard and Debbie, once more following her natural whorish instincts, spread her legs wider so keen was she to allow him further access to her cunt. The finger-fucking got even harder, as did the panting. Others may have been alerted to his if it wasn't for the Ambassador's wise decision to speak once more. “Friends, let us not spend too much time on this. It is all in the past and my people have moved on. “Indeed, everyone here today should focus on the present, and in particular what makes us all happy. After all, we are all happily married people, we all have loving partners. So tonight let us not dwell on the horrors of the world. Instead, let us rejoice to what is good in the world. Here, I propose a toast to our loving partners who bring us so much happiness.” The Ambassador then picked up his glass, held it in the air, and said that “To marriage!” Everyone then raised their glassed and said that “To marriage!” Even Debbie, who was still being finger fucked, just about managed this but when her eyes glazed over towards Justin and she saw him smile at her, in that loving tender way, Debbie came. With those fat black fingers fucking her, and Debbie finally experiencing the joys of being an unfaithful whore, seeing the man she loved so innocently smile at her, and in a way that told her that he loved her, well that proved just a little bit too much. As the beginnings of her orgasm began to hit her, she was able to quickly put her glass of wine up into her mouth and she groaned into it concealing the fact to her husband. Once she had finished cumming, The Ambassador, removed his hand from her pussy and reached into his pocked to pull out her g-string! Still crumpled in a ball, he started to wipe his sweaty face with it. As he did, Debbie looked on, dumbstruck at this man's brazen behaviour. He in turn looked down at her smiled, and said that “Excellent work my dear. Excellent!!” As he continued to mop his brow, the main course of monk fish was being served. “Let us eat! Let us eat!” He told everyone, as he put her g-string back into his trouser pocket, started to eat his dinner and struck up conversation with another one of his guests. Normality again reigned and no one would have had any idea of the debauched activities that had just taken place. Once the main course had been finished, the Ambassador once more moved. Leaning over towards Debbie, he whispered, “My Dear, in a few seconds I am going to excuse myself. A couple of minutes later, you are going to leave and go to the bathroom where I will be waiting for you.” Before Debbie could even react to this, the Ambassador was standing up and politely excusing himself, telling everyone he had a little “business to attend.” That “business” was of course Debbie and she sat there in utter fear as to what was going to happen to her. A couple of minutes seemed to pass in a blink of any eye and suddenly Debbie found herself needing to make her way towards her Master. This was quite an extraordinary turn of events for this once faithful housewife. As her she got up, she felt light in her legs and feared that they could buckle at any moment. With as much composure as she could manage, and in a sleepwalking state of bewilderment, the poor bitch made her way towards the bathroom and to her Master. As she walked, she felt her big tits bounce up and down once more, her nipples were still bullet like in stiffness and her pussy was dripping wet. She had been ruthlessly stripped bare by the Ambassador in order to make all holes and tits available to him. This was how any whore should dress, she thought. And disturbingly, she liked it. As she again approached the bodyguards she could see that they were both grinning widely and nodding their heads in approval. As she passed them, she looked towards Bem, he was still grinning and as she passed but as she walked on, she could hear him say “Perform well, little lady, your time has come…” She almost froze with shock on hearing this, but somehow her legs kept moving and they carried her towards the bathroom. The bodyguards were part of this conspiracy, she thought. They were fully aware that her body was going to be abused by their boss. This made them accessories to this act of sexual aggression. This act of rape. As a result she felt even more trapped and cornered and she wondered whether she would be forced to serve the bodyguards as well, genuinely terrified at the prospect. But before it even came to that she had the small matter of the Ambassador, her immediate Master, to serve and please. She arrived at the bathroom and opened the door. It was unlocked and she walked straight. The Ambassador was standing by the wash basin, smiling, waiting for her. “Lock the door.” He said. She obeyed, turned the key and waited for his next order. The Ambassador then looked at her, blatantly eyeing her up and nothing was said for a few moments. Debbie remained standing by the door like a cornered animal in a hunt, terrified at what could follow. She was convinced that she would be ordered to pleasure his great big cock. In what manner she was still unsure. And yet despite this, just as it had always been when she was asked to behave in a whorish manner, her tits and pussy responded in a way that any whore's body should. Finally the Ambassador spoke. “Bitch, we do not have long but I need by cock pleasured. So, if you don't mind, please come over here, remove my dick from my trousers and suck it until I cum down your throat.” The order was given in such a calm matter-of-fact way, you could not possibly have thought that the Ambassador was actually forcing this poor housewife to do something that she did not want to do. In strict legal terms, the Ambassador was going to rape poor Debbie. And like almost all rape victims, the victim had no choice but to obey her attacker. Indeed Debbie did not even bother to muster even a hint of protest. Following the Ambassador's order, she merely walked over to where he was standing and dropped to her knees so that her face was now directly in front of his groin. She could now clearly see the outlines of his massive cock, which was pushing away at his pants. It looked enormous, beyond anything that she had previously had to deal with, including Jack's impressive member. She placed her hands on either of the Ambassador's legs and just looked at it. Even when concealed, she was utterly mesmerised by it. The Ambassador looked down at her and saw that she was impressed. However he was conscience of the time and knew that they would have to get back soon or people would start to wonder where they had got. “Bitch, we need to be quick. Take my cock out and suck it like a good whore.” The Ambassador now spoke with a little more urgency. He was clearly aroused by the situation. Debbie, who was now following all orders without question, moved her trembling hands towards the zipper and opened it. She then reached inside, fished for his cock and, with some difficulty since it was so big, removed it. When it was released, it sprang our and almost slapped her in the face. “Oh my God!” She screamed out. She was truly taken aback with its size for, staring menacingly at her, was a 13 inch pole of black man flesh. “Oh my God! That's so big, that is so big…” She screamed out, genuinely horrified at what she was looking. However, she did not move from her kneeling position, nor did she stop looking at the cock. “Yes my dear, it is big. Have you ever seen such a big cock before?” “Oh no! No I haven't! Jack's was big. But nothing like this. I did not realise they could be so big. Or wide. Oh my Lord, I don't know if I can…” And as poor Debbie babbled, without even realising it herself, her hands had moved up, taken hold of the enormous member and she was subconsciously rubbing it. “So big! So big! I don't know if I can take it all…” “Yes it is big, bitch, and you will take it all, whether you like it or not!” “Oh, p-please, I don't think I can…” “Don't question me, bitch. Open your mouth, and suck my big black cock.” Debbie looked up at the Ambassador. Her big blue eyes were wide open and she had a look of fear about her. She still clung to the forlorn belief that somehow she could plead with him for mercy. But, as the Ambassador looked down at her, his look of pure evil satisfaction told her that there would be no leniency, there would be no way out for her and that to save her marriage, she would have to commit adultery with this man. At the end of the day, sucking another man's cock had become the only way to save her husband from discovering the awful truth about her. The Ambassador was now getting impatient in the extreme and he raised his voice in a clear demonstration of anger over the Debbie's refusal to suck his dick. “Bitch, if you don't start sucking my cock immediately, I will have no choice but to order my bodyguards to show your husband those pictures. It is your choice, but I think it is about time you realised that the true purpose of your body is to pleasure my big black cock.” However much she wanted to deny it, deep down she knew that this was true. She was a whore and she needed to pleasure and serve this cruel man. She might pretend not to want to suck his cock, but the fact that she had instinctively grabbed hold of it and was happily rubbing it, well that told her all that she needed to know. So, looking up at him, she opened her mouth and her head moved towards his cock. Finally, after all the rubbing, spanking and whipping, Debbie was going to commit an act which, not only demonstrated that she was a true whore, but was also a brazen act of unfaithfulness on her part. She was going to commit adultery with another man. A black man. She may have been forced to do it. But that did not prevent her from enjoying it. She had to open her mouth as wide as possible, so much so that she could hear her jaw cracking, in order for the enormous plumb size head to enter. And as the cock finally entered her mouth, Debbie became a true whore. She started to suck it, savouring the size and flavour. Previously she had only sucked her husband's six inch little pecker. This however was an entirely different proposition. This was cock sucking in the major league, rather than the little league. She sucked on it gently, before removing it so that she could plant loving little kisses all over it. As she did, her hand moved to his big balls and she gently squeezed them, this elicited from the Ambassador a deep groan of approval. “That's it bitch, play with my balls… Oh yes, you are a natural, a natural whore… I knew you wanted to suck my big black cock you filthy bitch…. Oh yes…” Debbie, delighted that she was pleasing her Master, once more took his cock into her mouth, but this time she sucked a good three inches. “Oh yes, suck that cock you bitch, such it, suck it good…” The Ambassador was now delirious with delight and pleasure. “Oh yes, you are a good bitch, I won't be long. Oh yes! That's it! That's it! Oh, show me your tits. Take your married white tits out of your dress, you dirty whore.” Debbie obeyed. Making sure his cock remained in her mouth, she moved her hands to the top of her dress and pushed it down. With very little effort, her big white tits sprung out and were revealed in all their glory to the greedy eyes of her black attacker who moved his hands down in order to cup them. He roughly squeezed them, flicking her nipples, causing the poor housewife to groan into his cock. Debbie then looked down at her tits and saw the contrast between her innocent, pure white flesh and his big ugly black hands. Rich sophisticated white women, like her, were not supposed to fraternise with big black men, she thought. Society forbade it. However none of this prevented Debbie from moving her head up and down, dutifully fucking her black Master's cock. To justify her whorish behaviour, she told herself that this was rape and therefore she could do nothing to prevent this sexual taboo from taking place. She then looked up again at her attacker and noted how much pleasure he seemed to be deriving from her actions. She now had almost six inches, the size of her husband's cock, and, although about seven inches remained outside her mouth, she was quietly impressed with her work. However the Ambassador was far from satisfied. Despite groaning out loud and enjoying raping this bitch's mouth, he felt that she should still take in more of his cock. “Bitch, put your arms behind your back… That's it, right behind your back… That is the correct position to adopt whenever you are sucking on your Master's cock. Oh yes! Oh yes… “Now, you need to learn to take in more of my cock, much more… Move your head further down… That's it you have managed to suck a couple of more inches… But look up at me, always look up at me… Good… Good… Oh, yes that is much better, much better, but I still think you can take in more, much more. Come on you dirty fucking whore, suck all of my big, black cock…” The Ambassador's patience then finally ran out as he roughly grabbed hold of Debbie's head and pushed it down on to his giant cock. Debbie looked up, eyes pleading for him to be gentle and for him not to be so rough with her. However she did not try to resist as her mouth was cruelly raped. Indeed, she kept her arms pinned behind her back, ever the submissive whore, as the Ambassador managed to get all of his gargantuan 13 inch member down her throat. “Oh yes bitch, take it all! Take all of my cock. I knew you could. I knew you were a good whore. Now I am going to fuck your mouth. Oh yes…” And true to his word, the Ambassador, still holding on to the poor girl's head, began to move his cock in and out of her throat, fucking her cruelly. Debbie did nothing to resist, she merely looked up at him, utterly shocked at what was happening to her. She starting to make loud gagging noises as her throat somehow adjusted to this unnatural invasion. Saliva dripped out of her mouth, on to her chin and then on to the floor. However, throughout this vicious attack, Debbie was still able to keep her arms behind her back maintaining the position of a dutiful slave. She had at least learnt from her session in the dungeon that regardless of the pain and discomfort for the woman, pleasing your man was all that mattered. And after a minute or so of mouth fucking, tears started to stream down Debbie's face and her huge tits shook from the violent assault. The Ambassador started to grunt louder and louder and it became clear to Debbie that he was close. Very close. “Oh bitch, you suck cock good… Very good… You are a good whore… Oh yes, I am going to cum… Cum… Oh Lord! Take all of my cum you dirty whore…” The Ambassador then threw his head back and started to let out an almighty roar. He still held on to Debbie's head as he slammed his cock into her mouth. He had no consideration for how she would feel, or indeed whether he was causing her any pain. All that mattered was that he was taking pleasure in her mouth. As the first shots of his spunk started to hit the back of Debbie's throat, rather than feeling a sense of revulsion, as any normal married woman would when being raped by some black man, Debbie felt a huge sense of pride that firstly she had been able to accommodate such a big cock in her mouth and secondly she was able to pleasure this man. It was a rather perverse judgment to make, but it was the one of a true whore. Debbie frantically tried to swallow all of his spunk. Previously, when blowing her husband, she had never had any difficulty swallowing. But this was different. This was very different. The sheer quantity was something else and she could not swallow quickly enough. And, as one could expect, spunk started to dribble out of her mouth and on to her face, defacing her once pure, angelic beauty. “Oh bitch, swallow it all… Oh yes, swallow it all, my glorious whore!” He then removed his hands from the poor woman's head but still moved his cock in and out of her mouth. “Try and swallow it all, bitch, I know it is difficult, but it is what whore's need to learn to do… “…Oh you poor thing, you can't cope. There's too much, spunk isn't there? I bet your pathetic white husband never forced you to swallow so much? “Oh yes, let me just clean my cock on that pretty face of yours, you dirty bitch!” The Ambassador had removed his cock from Debbie's mouth and started to wipe it all over her face. There were the last remnants of spunk dribbling out of his deflating cock and he smeared them all over her beautiful features. She in turn, just stared up at him, mouth open, still in an utter state of shock at what was happening to her as she allowed her beautiful face to be sullied with the Ambassador's evil spunk. “There, we are done. That wasn't too bad, was it? “Well, I must be getting back to my guests, they will be wondering where I got.” The Ambassador then started to zip himself up, took a handkerchief from the nearby sink and started to wipe his sweat covered face. Debbie remained as she was, her face covered with his spunk. “Yes, that was most satisfactory, most satisfactory indeed… “Well, I will be off, you might want to stay behind a few minutes and clean yourself up before returning. My wife keeps some makeup in the cabinet over there, if you need any.” The Ambassador was now behaving like a concerned father rather then a brutal sexual predator. Debbie was speechless at this transformation. It just made her feel even more like a dirty whore. As she watched him leave the bathroom, she just looked at him with nothing than admiration. Five minutes later, Debbie remerged at the dinner table. It seemed like the guests had not really noticed that she had been absent for a good few minutes. Nor would they have noticed that she had just sucked their host's cock since, with the help of his wife's makeup, she had cleaned herself up nicely. She sat down just as dessert was being served. It was strawberries and cream. There was lots of cream and it was very thick. It looked strangely familiar to Debbie… Thirty minutes later… Debbie found herself standing in the Ambassador's private study. She was standing at one end of the room, by the door, whilst the Ambassador was standing at the other, looking out of a window. Standing on either side of Debbie were the Ambassador's two bodyguards, Bem and Akin. Several minutes earlier, Debbie had been out in the garden chatting away to some of the other dinner guests. There had been a brief moment of normality and she had almost been able to put the Ambassador, and what was happening to her, out of her mind as the conversation had turned to one of her favourite subjects- her charity work. She was happily explaining to everyone what she did for the local community when the Ambassador once more ruthlessly moved in for the kill. He expressed an interest in her work and said that he would want to make a sizeable donation. Why didn't she come up to his study where they could discuss her work in more detail and where he would write her a big cheque… It was a brilliant ruse to get Debbie alone and for a sustained period of time. As the Ambassador made his generous offer, the whole table expressed their delight at his supposed generosity and, before Debbie knew it, she was being led by the Ambassador back into the house, up some stairs and into his study. When they passed the bodyguards they immediately followed the couple. They walked behind Debbie and she could sense that they were eyeing up her up, in particular her tight, petit bottom. She had assumed that they would remain outside the study, guarding it in case anyone approached. But it was with much surprise, and not a little concern that they entered with her, closed the door and locked it. Debbie was now alone with three big black men. She was at their mercy, they could what they wanted to her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. As she contemplated being gangraped, her pussy and tits responded as any whore's should. The Ambassador was still looking at something, or someone, out of the window. The window appeared to be one of those old fashioned sash windows, the ones that open by sliding a panel up or down. The bottom panel had been pushed up and was three quarters open. The window however was covered by a net curtain and had thick silk curtains which, although drawn, were still marginally open allowing the Ambassador to peer through. “My dear, don't stand over there all alone. Come over and take a look outside, you have a wonderful view of the garden.” Debbie, her legs now almost shaking with fear, gingerly walked over to the Ambassador. The bodyguards came also, following her from behind. When she got to the Ambassador he moved out of the way and asked Debbie to take a look out of the window, which she did. Indeed, from the top of the house, you did get a wonderful view of the Ambassador's lush garden. However, in addition you could also got an excellent view of all the dinner guests, and that was what Debbie focussed on. And in particular she focussed on her poor, unsuspecting husband who was merrily laughing away, talking to the other guests and blissfully unaware of what was happening to his wife. As Debbie looked down at the man he loved, she wondered how it had ever got to be like this? Before she could dwell on that for too long, she noticed that the Ambassador had moved to stand directly behind her. The two bodyguards then moved to stand on either side but, unlike the Ambassador, they stood so Debbie could clearly see them. As she looked at each of them, she realised that she was surrounded by black thugs. She correctly felt trapped. It was any good white housewife's worst possible nightmare. For some sort of desperate salvation, she refused to look at them and instead turned her head and again looked outside, down at her husband. With the curtains being mostly drawn and the fact that it was getting dark (the outside lamps meant that she could see the table clearly) it fortunately meant that none of the guests would be able to see her looking at them but she could see all of them clearly. And as she focussed on her husband Justin, looking ever so handsome dressed in his tuxedo and laughing merrily away, she wished she could forget about the black men who wanted to abuse her body. She then desperately wished that she had never sent in those photos to that wretched club. Perhaps then she would never have discovered what she was actually, which was a whore. A whore for big cock. Even big black cock. She could have spent the rest of her life not knowing that her real purpose was to pleasure men such as those eyeing her up now and died in blissful ignorance of this painful fact. But she was where she was and that meant that these men wanted to take whatever they wanted and that unfortunately meant fucking her. The Ambassador then came to stand directly behind her so that his groin ground into her bottom and she immediately felt the power and size of his enormous cock which had regained its former glory after she had been forced to blow it. As he thrust his groin into her delicious, perfectly formed bottom, he moved his head down so what he could talk into her ear. “I see you are looking down at our guests. They all look so happy, don't they? In particular your husband, Justin, such a charming and intelligent man. I understand from your uncle that he has real prospects with the army. Of course, it always helps to have a loving wife when you are climbing the career ladder, hey Debbie?” The Ambassador then began to kiss her under her ear and ever so slowly move down toward her neck. Debbie was slightly taken aback with this moment of kindness, it was totally unexpected, but still, as she appreciated the gentle nuzzling of her neck, she looked down at her husband. In the silence it was even possible to hear what people were saying down in the garden. But before she could properly listen, the Ambassador spoke again: “Yes, you are a loving wife, aren't you Debbie? You are just a whore also. “Tell me, what are you thinking when you look at your husband down there? Are you wondering what he would think of you if he knew what was going on up here? If he knew that his wife was surrounded by three black men. That she was about to be fucked. Against her will. Raped. What would he make of that Debbie? What would he make of that…?” As the Ambassador cruelly taunted her, he continued to nuzzle on her neck, kissing and licking her there. Debbie said nothing, her breathing just got heavier and she focussed on one word that had been spoken to her: “Rape”. Rape was, for so many women, their darkest, dirtiest fantasy. Especially being raped by a black man. And this would not be just rape. This was likely to be gangrape. Even nastier. As these dirty thoughts swirled through her head, the Ambassador's hands moved up towards her heaving bosom and he began to maul her huge tits. Debbie threw her head back and groaned as her attack began. “Oh, you are a dirty bitch…” He then very smoothly lowered the top of her dress, scooped out her massive mamaries and started to roughly maul them. “So big, so firm… Oh bitch, you want to be fucked, don't you? You want to be raped by some big black cock whilst you look at you husband, don't you? Don't you?” “Oh p-please, no, I am a good wife… P-please be gentle with my tits… Oh, I don't want to be fucked… Oh, I don't want to be raped…” “Well, bitch you are going to be fucked. You are going to be raped.” “No, p-please don't. I don't want this anymore. I don't want to be a whore. I don't want to be raped. P-please, stop… Oh…” The Ambassador had started to roughly pinch her nipples. “Your thoughts are irrelevant, bitch. I thought Jack would have made that much clear to you after your session in the dungeon? “Now, spread your legs, thrust your arse out to me… That's it, put your hands on the window for support, I need you legs a little bit wider… Yes, and now thrust your bottom out towards me… There you go…” The Ambassador stopped mauling her tits and took a couple of step back in order to allow Debbie room to comply with his orders. And as a captive woman, Debbie felt that she had little choice but to obey him. She placed her hands on the window, arched her back, moved her legs out and then spread them so that they were a good metre and a half apart. She then thrust her bottom out towards her attacker which had the effect of making her small dress rise up her legs leaving the flesh above her stockings on display. Her tits hung heavily down, fully exposed, waiting to be abused. The Ambassador quietly admired how quickly and effectively the bitch had got into the required position and offered her body to him. This may technically have been rape, since she was apparently not consenting, but deep down they all knew the bitch wanted it and badly needed it. “Good. Very good.” The Ambassador said as he flipped her little dress up to reveal her perfectly formed arse, lovingly framed by her pretty white suspenders. “Oh, yes, you have a beautiful bottom, my dear. Beautiful. Your husband is a lucky man. And so am I. “Bitch, I want you to know that I now own this bottom, it is mine to do with as I please. Do I make myself clear?” And to emphasise his ownership rights, he placed his big black hand on to her beautiful innocent white flesh and began to stroke it. “Magnificent, my dear. Magnificent. I am going enjoy fucking you, but first, I think I am going to prepare your bottom. Do you know what your Master is going to do to your bottom?” Debbie knew perfectly well what this cruel man was going to do to her bottom. She knew that he was going to spank it. She knew that powerful, domineering men like the Ambassador would want their bitch's bottom's a nice shade of red before they were fucked. She also knew that subservient whores needed to be spanked, whipped and generally abused since their sole purpose in life was to sate their Master's enormous, perverse sexual appetite. As such, Debbie replied promptly and honestly, like any good whore should: “You are going to spank me, Sir.” No sooner had she replied and the Ambassador had brought his big black hand viciously and cruelly down on to her innocent white flesh. Spank! “Oh! P-please…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You need it bitch! You need to be punished. You need your white bottom punished by a big black man, there, take that you dirty whore…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Deep down, Debbie knew that the Ambassador was correct. She needed to be punished regularly. Not only because she was a naughty housewife who required to be punished and abused, but more importantly, because she enjoyed it! The Ambassador then proceeded to spank her at will and poor Debbie accepted her punishment by ensuring that her bottom was, at all times, raised for her Master. As the spanks rained down on her defenceless cheeks, a period of relative silenced enveloped the room as no one spoke and all could be heard were the sound of hand on bottom flesh. As Debbie yielded her body to her Master, she looked out of the window and down on to the dinner party. Voices could be heard drifting from below. She could hear laughter and the sound of people talking. Clearly all were having a good time, the kind of time she had expected to have when she first arrived. Then, amidst the sound of the spanking, she swore she heard her name being mentioned. Her ears pricked up and she listened intently to the conversation… “Yes, it must have been difficult for you leaving Debbie for such long periods of time. How did you cope?” It was a woman's voice but Debbie did not recognise it, but it was clear that the question was being directed towards her husband. “Yes, it was difficult, but when on duty, you try not to think about these things too much. You do your job and be thankful that you have a loving faithful wife waiting for you when you return…” Spank! Spank! Spank! Faithful wife? Debbie contemplated the fact that she had just been forced to blow another man and soon she was going to be forced to fuck another man too. The conversation down below continued… “And what about Debbie, how does she cope? It must have be difficult for her, you being away for so long? I always think it is harder for the wife, all alone, worrying about their husband? “Well, I know Debbie loves me…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh! Oh! Oh!” “…And I know when I am away, she is always thinking about me, and that helps…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh, my bottom… You are spanking my poor bottom… Oh! Oh! Oh!” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Yes, she is such a nice girl. You are so lucky to have found her…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh, you are hurting my bottom… P-please be gentle…” “Yes, I am lucky to have married someone so understanding…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “… and she really does care about me, I know when I am away, she will never do anything which I would not approve. I trust her implicitly…” “Oh, please, stop spanking my bottom. I love my husband, this is wrong… P-please stop, my bottom hurts. It hurts. Oh! Oh! Oh!” Spank! Spank! Spank! “… you know, some marriages just work well. I just suppose that I am a lucky man…” “P-please, I want to be a faithful wife…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You are a naughty wife that needs to be punished…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “… and I am sure Debbie, feels the same about her marriage. She is always there for me, offering me support when I need it…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh, I am not a naughty wife, I want to support my husband… Oh, my bottom, my bottom… Oh! Oh! Oh!” “Yes, you are a lucky man. I know a lot of marriages within the army that don't work out so well…” The Ambassador then stopped spanking Debbie and started to unzip his trousers… “… you know sometimes the wives find it so hard to cope without their husbands and well…” He removed his thirteen inch cock. “… how can I put it, sometimes their marriages aren't as strong as yours and…” He then placed his cock at the entrance of poor Debbie's married pussy. “… things don't go as they intended…” He then forced his cock into Debbie's cunt. “Yes, I know what you mean….” “Oh God! P-please, take your cock out of my pussy. It is too big, p-please, stop, it is too big…” “I suppose I am lucky because I know that Debbie will always be a loving faithful wife to me…” “Oh God! Please stop! You are raping my pussy… Oh, please stop raping my poor little pussy… “Oh! Oh! Oh! That is so big. That is too big! Oh God, your big black cock is too big for my little pussy… Oh! Oh! Oh! You are fucking me hard. Oh that feels so big…” “Yes, you are a lucky man. And she is such a kind caring woman especially doing all that charity work. What does she do exactly?” “God, that pussy is tight, bitch. Give it to me, bitch. Give me your body, you dirty fucking whore. Yes! Yes, take all of my big black cock in your little married white pussy. Take it! Take it!” “Yes, she spends a lot of time giving herself over to the needy…” “Oh God bitch, your pussy needs my cock, it is so tight. You have never been fucked properly, have you bitch?” “… always making herself available whenever the need requires…” “Oh God no! This is fucking… Oh I have been made love to but not fucked… Oh my it so big… You are fucking my pussy. You are raping me, oh you are using my body… Oh you raping my poor little pussy… Oh! Oh! Oh!” “… doing what is right…” “Take my cock, bitch, you love it, don't you?” “… and generally helping those who need her help…” “Oh God, it is so big… My pusssy hurts… Oh! Oh! Oh! That feels good. Oh, rape my pussy. Rape it hard…” “And I just hope the Ambassador can help her any way he can…” “Oh God, you are fucking me. You are fucking me hard. Oh Master, I need it, I have never been fucked like this before… Oh Master, rape my pussy… “Yes, I am sure the Ambassador will give her exactly what she needs…” “Oh, yes bitch, I knew you needed my big cock. I knew you were built to handle my big back cock. You love being raped, don't you? You love the feel of a man dominating your little married pussy. Uh! Uh! Take it bitch! Take it…” “Yes and I am sure she will be grateful for whatever the Ambassador gives her…” “Oh yes! Give me your cock. I need your big black cock in my little white married pussy. I need it! I need it! Oh, I need it… Oh, Master, your cock is ripping me apart… Rape me Master… Rape me…” As Debbie lost all sense of reality she no longer paid attention to what her husband or the other guests were saying. All that mattered for Debbie now was serving the Ambassador and his enormous black cock. The Ambassador, who was now violently pounding away at this young wife, grabbed hold of Debbie's long blonde hair, yanked her head back and, with his other hand, resumed spanking her bottom. All Debbie could do was scream, and as her screams got louder Bem, the bodyguard, quickly moved over to the window and shut it. Naturally they did not want the guests to be aware of what was going on above them. There then followed a few minutes of relentless fucking as the Ambassador subjected poor Debbie body's to a reaming that she had never experienced before. The poor wife had no idea that fucking could be so base or so animalistic. Justin had always been such a tender, caring lover, conscience of her needs before his own. And whilst this could be appealing, to a certain degree, she however now knew what she really needed - to be treated like a whore; to be treated as nothing more than a piece of fine meat whose existence was solely to pleasure her Master. And her current Master, the Ambassador, was ruthlessly taking his pleasure. He has zero regard for her feelings. His only interested was enjoying her tight pussy, which clung deliciously to his big cock, and in spanking those bottom cheeks, thus causing the whore the type of pain that not only did she deserve, but enjoyed. As the Ambassador got close, he stopped holding her hair spanking her and instead cupped her big breasts, which were shaking up and down in response to his attack. Debbie was also close, she had been close for a while, but wanted to prolong her climax, such was her enjoyment at being raped. And for the first time since her rape began, Debbie looked to her left at Akin and she saw that he had already unzipped himself and was stroking his enormous black cock. If anything, it looked a couple of inches bigger than the Ambassador's. She then looked to her right and saw that Bem had also taken out his cock, which was of similar size to Akin's and was stroking it. Terrified, she looked up at him, and saw him smiling down at her. As the Ambassador began to cum in her pussy and let out great big screams of delight, she now knew for definite that she would have to serve the two bodyguards also. Her ordeal was far from over. Her life as a whore was just beginning as she was now about to be gangraped… The bitch came at the prospect.