EXTRACT FOR
Intrusive Delights
(Charmbrights)

Chapter Four 	The Return



Meanwhile in the Embassy, the ex-Ambassador's wife was appalled to find that she was locked in a small bare room, and her tongue had indeed been bound tight with string and that the string was getting tighter as it got damper.  Her daughter was in the Ambassador's study with the Acting Ambassador, Khalid Hourani, and was not enjoying the experience.



"Strip," he ordered her.



"Why?" she whined, "What is happening?"



"You heard His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, say that I was to protect you personally until a new Ambassador arrives.  Well I shall do that.  His Magnificence also said you needed training and that is the first thing I shall do.  Now strip as you were instructed."



When she had, reluctantly, taken off her Western dress and the brassière and knickers it concealed he roughly pulled her to the desk.  Sweeping the papers on to the floor, he pressed her face down on to it.  Holding her in position with one hand he started her training.



SLAP!



His free hand came down hard on her bare buttock, leaving a beautiful red imprint where it had landed and making her sob.  As she sobbed her buttocks quivered invitingly.  Khalid Hourani was not slow to accept that invitation.



SLAP!



The white buttock changed colour to match its fellow.  Khalid Hourani could not contain his lust any longer.  Beating this girl would not be as good as fucking her, especially if she were truly a virgin.  He mother was fit only for beating and that pleasure awaited him.



"Are you a virgin?" he asked the still sobbing girl.



"Yes, Master," she replied, hoping that this might save her.



Actually it was true, just.  One of her boyfriends at college had fingered her to orgasm and she had given him blow-jobs, but she had always managed to put off full intercourse, although he had wanted it.



"Not for much longer," said her temporary Master, freeing his engorged weapon from his shalwar, "Were you oiled for the Emir?"



"Y-yes, Master.  Oh please don't ...  Please!" she begged.



"Please don't what?" he inquired, "If I am not to do something, I need to know what it is."



"Please don't ... don't ... do me," she managed.



"Do you?  Be more specific.  Be exactly precise, if you want me not to do something."



He was enjoying this.



"Please," her voice was higher now as she became more agitated, "Please don't fuck me."



"What is 'fuck'?" asked her tormentor, "I don't know this word."



She realised exactly what he wanted, and knew her pleas were in vain, but on she went, "Please don't put your thing in my belly."



"What thing?"



"Your ... your penis."



"You mean like this?" he asked as he thrust it into her vagina to the hilt.



She screamed as her hymen burst and she felt an invasion for the first time in her life.  And yet, and yet, there was something satisfying about it.



"Sorry," he said, "I slipped."



He pulled out of her vagina and adjusted his aim, driving the head into the narrower, darker passage and causing her to scream much louder.



"Hold still, or it really will hurt," he warned.



Pushing hard he managed to get most of his penis into the narrow hot tunnel which felt so delightful.  And this was the bitch who wouldn't even speak to him most of the time.