Mireille's Decision Pt1

MIREILLE'S DECISION Pt1 They were finally leaving; leaving, and it would be soon. She was pleased but unsettled. Luc was busy with a thousand and one details and the day stretched ahead of her wearily. The thought had been nagging her constantly and she tried in vain to shake it off. Finally in an effort to calm she took a shower. It didn't seem to help. She dressed almost automatically after the shower and only when she was partially dressed did she discover that she'd slipped on pale pink, transparent, nylon panties and a matching bra, showing her nipples to anyone who had the good fortune to see her wearing it--Luc playfully called them her "whore's underwear." She smiled grimly to herself as she realized the appropriateness of the description, because she knew that she was going to do it. She was going to visit Ngoro one more time. This time to make an important discovery about herself. This time there would be no leverage of her husband in prison to hold over her head. She knew that she must find out about the truth of her incredible arousal by the way that man had treated her. She left a note and took a taxi. Her adventure had begun. When she arrived at Ngoro's palace she was readily admitted by the guards into the entrance guard room. They told her to wait there and they would announce her. She looked demure enough, she thought, in her beige wrap creation, which buttoned fashionably at the waist and at the side. "If only they knew," she thought to herself, "That beneath this I'm dressed like a slut. But that's what I feel like." She smiled. Her reveries were broken by the entrance of a guards captain. He smiled at her and said that General Ngoro would be pleased to see her but first he had orders to strip search her. Mirelle went pale. Why hadn't she realized that this would all be played by his rules and not hers. She gave the captain what she hoped was a withering look and said imperiously: "I am the French Ambassador's wife; you will do no such thing." To which reply he smiled and said: "You are the General's French cock sucker and I will to it by force if I have to." He motion to the guards and they surrounded her. She noticed that he bore a long instrument in his hand and slowly realized that it was a cattle prod. "If you must," she said, reaching for the button on her dress. Somewhere a voice was telling her that she wanted them to see her in her slut's panties. She knew that it was happening again; she could feel her panties getting wet with her excitement. The dress fell to the floor leaving her standing in the midst of the soldiers dressed only in her panties, bra, heels, garter belt and stockings. They all grinned. Her breath was coming faster. "Hand me your panties so that I can check them," the captain said with a smile. He fingered his wicked looking cattle prod as he talked. She knew that he was hoping for a reason to use it and she was trying not to give him that reason. She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her pink panties and stepped out of them. The captain held them to his nose and sniffed avidly. "Lovely," he commented, a and held the panties up to Mirielle's face. She didn't know at first what his intention was but then when he gave the command "Open!" she knew and with an inward groan opened her mouth to receive the panties. "MM," the captain muttered, "I think that the French Ambassador's slut is getting excited, aren't you?" The soldiers laughed. Mirielle said nothing. He said "aren't you?" again in a more forceful manner and held up the cattle prod. She shook her head "yes" and he smiled and said: "I thought so. But let's continue. Off with the bra." She obeyed with no word of protest. She hoped that her nether juices were not sluicing down her inner thighs, she was so wet. The captain handed the bra to a soldier already holding her dress and reaching out grabbed her rather well shaped breasts by the nipples, first the right and then the left. Pinching the nipple incredibly hard, he lifted them up to "search" beneath them. Her groan at having her nipples rasped so terribly was heard by all. The nipples stood incredibly at attention due to the treatment they were receiving. "You are being so nice," the captain said, "perhaps he will send you back to us after he is done; would you like that, French pig?" She nodded "yes" before he had a chance to raise his cattle prod. He turned and muttered "chair" to a soldier, who brought one immediately. Mireille made to sit on the chair but he restrained her telling her to bend over the chair. He said that he had to do an orifice check Blushing furiously, she bent over the chair. "Spread you legs," he ordered, "I'm sure that you know what to do." Mireille obeyed and spread her legs wide, her only bother was that he was about to confirm the fact that she was intensely excited by the way that she was being treated. She secretly relished the names he called her: slut, cock sucker, pig. her mind was jolted back to reality by the insertion of his finger into her vagina. She groaned aloud as he moved the finger around and found her clitoris. "Remove the panties from your mouth and tell me what you are feeling," he said to her. She dropped the panties onto the chair seat and groaned again as he continued to frig her with his finger. "God that feels good," she rasped, "Is our little French cow excited?" He asked. "Yes, yes," she quickly added. "If he sends you back to us we will treat you like the pig you are but you'd like that wouldn't you." "Yes, I would," she admitted and leaned forward to lick the hand he held near her face. Mireille could feel any and all control slipping away; she knew now the answer to her almost desperate question about whether she was really a slut who liked to be made to suck Ngoro's cock or not. This captain was turning her on so much that she was almost beyond any control. "Good, bitch, let's continue here; spread your ass cheeks." She blushed as he told her to do this but complied readily, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands. His invading finger was quick to take advantage and was soon reaming her sensitive asshole. "Ah, very good," the captain said, as he removed his inquiring finger from her asshole. He wiped the offending finger on a cloth and then said with a smile: "Now, open your mouth." The command made Mireille shiver. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, only to have the captain slap her sharply on the ass. "No one told you to close your eyes, bitch; I want you to watch what we're doing. Now keep them open." "Yes, sir," she said with a meekness that even surprised her at this point. She could feel herself sliding more and more deeply into serving this demanding man. He presented the finger that was alive with her own secret smells and she took it into her mouth. "Mouth wide," he commanded and ran the finger around the insider of her open mouth causing her to drool a little. Her upturned eyes kept staring at him as she was told. He plunged his finger and then two into her mouth and out as though it were her pussy. She sucked on the fingers and drooled on his hand. He extracted the fingers and said to her: "Now it's time to go for your interview." She picked up her wet panties from the chair seat and slipped them on over her long, lovely legs. She turned and asked for her dress but he simply shook his head "no" and said: "You are dressed as you should be; you are presenting yourself to his excellency as the french pig that you are. We should by right not allow you to wear even panties. But they look so lovely, wet from being in your mouth. What do you think, french whore?" Still overcome with lust she reached out with her tongue and licked his lips saying: "Whatever you say, Captain, my captain." He slapped her unexpectedly, growling between clenched teeth: "You presume too much, french pig; I'll turn your mouth into my toilet for that, when you come back." Lashing out he prodded her left nipple with his lethal looking cattle prod and made the electricity surge through her bringing her to her knees. In the most abject voice imaginable she apologized for taking such a liberty and promised that she was prepared for anything that he would do to her, when Ngoro was finished. Grabbing her by the arm he marched her out a door and down a long corridor. It was filled with grinning guards who recognized this elegant, nearly naked woman as the wife of the hated french ambassador. Their amusement was made more poignant by the fact that her panties were wet enough to provide no cover for her pussy and ass at all. This effect was made even more sensual for these military on lookers by her apparently sincere submission to the captain at her heel. At Ngoro's door he left her, "until later," as he said. She was amazed with herself and the way that the electric prod increased her wetness, and the statement about using her mouth for his toilet brought to her fertile mind thoughts of submission that she tried not to dwell on but which played sensual sex scenes in her head. She opened the door hesitantly and was greeted with Ngoro's hearty: "Ah, you're back, please come in. I see that at least this time you are dressed as befits your role." The guards in the room smiled at Ngoro's humor. "But your panties, they're wet," he continued. She blushed and stammered: "Your captain made me put them in my mouth." "Good for him," he said smiling, "but I expect that you'd much rather have a cock in your mouth than just your slut panties?" He moved around where she stood as he said this. At her silence he suddenly lashed out as her nearly naked ass cheeks with the leather covered stick that he held, bringing a yelp of pain from her and instantly an answer to his question: "Yes, sir," she said quickly, "I would rather have a cock in my mouth but if it's my panties that I'm given, then that's what I'll have in my mouth." This made him smile. "Very proper attitude," he said. "I know that the captain will sincerely approve. I do believe that he wants you back for more of his games. Would you like that?" She blushed despite the continued heat that raged within her. "Yes, Excellency, I would but I will enjoy whatever you order me to." "Well, at last you have come to your sense. He might give you, however, something for your mouth that you do not anticipate. But you know how to submit to your betters now, don't you?" She didn't need to be hit again but hastened to reply with an affirmative, making her point by kissing Ngoro's hand. He pulled it away abruptly and reasserted himself: "But to business. I suppose that you have come to resume your role as my palace cock sucker?" She shook her head "yes," and averted his penetrating gaze. "Fine," he continued, "There are three of us men in the room," he nodded at the two guards as he spoke, "find two cocks with your mouth alone and then you can begin your little show for me personally." She stood rooted to the spot not having expected this; she did, after all, come precisely to get his huge, wonderful prick in her mouth again. She was somewhat disappointed and didn't know how to show it. "Do it," he shouted, startling here immensely, "or give me your panties and get out of here, french slut." At his order she turned and hastened to go to the first of the now grinning guards. "No, on your hands and knees," he ordered, "like the beast you are. If you use your hands, I'll have you bound and taken to a remote area where no one in the world would ever find you. And there you'd serve any length of time I wished as the resident cunt and cock sucker. Now be quick; I am not a patient man." Mireille sank to here knees just barely avoiding the temptation to play with herself and crawled toward her first guard. His grin was now huge. In just a little while Mireille was tired from her ordeal of sucking cock; her jaw ached and she felt that she had as much cum on her face as in her mouth and down her throat. But Ngoro seemed to be finished with her. He gave her leave to go, so she went to the chair where her clothes were. Ngoro had insisted upon her remaining clothed only in her stockings, garter belt and heels, while she serviced all of the cocks in the room. As she bent for her dress, Ngoro was upon her quickly. He demanded her attention with a tremendous slap to her naked ass. Her head snapped up, and she glanced into his imperious face. Now her intense excitement, which had never faded from the moment she entered the cab that morning, was mingled with a touch of fear because of the cruelty that she saw in his face. "Leave your clothes," he demanded. "You are a foul mouth, French cocksucker and do not deserve to be clothed, while you are in our palace." Mireile knew that he was serious and didn't know what she'd do, if she had to return home nearly naked. In an almost panic she sunk to her knees in front of Ngoro, applying her more than wiling mouth to the front of his trousers, seeking his hidden cock with her lips. He pushed her roughly away, causing her to land on the floor. "That man," he shouted at her, "do you see that man," he was pointing at one of the guards. She mutely shook her head "yes" to indicate that she did. "Crawl to him and rim his asshole, and you get your clothes back." Mirielle was far beyond hesitation at that point and immediately did as she was bid. In no time she was kneeling behind the soldier, had his pants and underwear down, and, reaching around to hold his stiffening cock in her small, white hand, she applied her tongue to his ass, as she had been told. She had only ever rimmed her husband once but this was different. It was exciting in a way that she couldn't possibly explain to herself. The man came on her hand and on the floor, as she finished. Without being told she scurried around to the front of the man on her hands and knees, not daring to get up, and licked the floor. Ngoro was smiling as he told the same guard to return her to the captain of the guard. "I hope that we meet again, my lovely French whore," he said as she was about to leave. Mirielle took her clothes, put her panties back on and, not daring to put any other clothes on, shocked even herself by kissing Ngoro's hand before she left. His smile never left his face as he stroked her hair with one hand and said to her in parting: "yes, I understand." They went back down the hall amid the leers of Ngoro's soldiers on the right and on the left. Mireille was constant vision of lust dressed, as she was, only in her pink panties, thigh high stockings and heels, clutching the rest of her clothes to herself. The soldier escorting her indicted a door for her to enter, and, as she stepped through the door, ran his large hand over her panty covered ass. Mireille hesitated long enough for him to get an extra good feel of her barely covered ass cheeks. She went into the room, and found herself in a kind of locker room. She saw the captain immediately, standing in front of a mirror and straightening his tie. To her great consternation, and excitement, she also saw some totally naked soldiers step from a nearby shower room, glistening with water from a recent shower. Her gaze was riveted on the strong looking cocks hanging between their legs. "Still hungry, and not satisfied, French slut?" The captain said with a leer in his voice. This time Mireille new her place quite well, after the unintentional faux pas which she had committed earlier. She went quickly to the captain, knelt and kissed his hand. "I am hungry for whatever you will provide for me, excellency" she said with a shaky voice. The captain was pleased with her sign of abasement, and allowed his hand to linger in front of her for a moment. She met this further challenge by licking his fingers, putting them in her mouth and sucking on them as though they were his prick. "Ah, yes," was his reply. "Still hungry, I see; well, we have a little treat for you. Come with me." She scurried to follow him but stopped, when he turned and said: "What you're wearing is fine; leave the rest hear to be retrieved later." She obeyed and walked slightly behind him, still clad in her pink panties, heels and thigh high stockings. Her nipples were stiff and pointy at the end of her lovely sloping breasts; a sign of her intense heat and longings. She knew that she didn't care at all where this almost regal man pushed her to. He was much more masterful even that Ngoro, for with him, after all, it was a matter of love for the man's cock and hatred for the man. This man was pure stimulation for her The turned a few corners and went down a flight of stairs and were admitted to the lower level of the palace, which, she observed, served as the dungeon/prison. "You will like this, French whore," smiled the captain, "it will excite your appetites, I think." "Yes, excellency," was her quick and subservient reply to this. At the end of the corridor down which they were proceeding, Mireille noticed two soldiers with a hose spraying into an enclosure. She reached the area, and was told to stand back a bit by the captain. In the barred enclosure were four prisoners whose bodies were lathered with soap and who were being rinsed off by the soldiers with the hose. Mireille sucked air in at the site of the naked men and, again, hanging cocks, which caused her to become wet again between her thighs. The captain said something to the men with the hose, who then stopped their spraying, and one of them proceeded to open the barred gate. To her great surprise, Mireille felt the captain take her by the arm and force her into the cell. The eyes of the naked men glowed at the sight of the pretty, almost naked French Ambassador's wife. Then the hose was turn onto Mireille herself. The effect of the wetting down was to make her pink panties completely transparent. In a commanding voice the captain said: "This woman is a french cock sucker; it is a sign of my favor today that I've given her to you so that she can perform this specialty talent of hers on each of you. Enjoy her but do it quickly." With no further hesitation, she was surrounded by the naked bodies claiming her near nakedness. Fingers groped her, were shoved into her mouth, pinched her nipples and made insistent demands, demands which she strove to met and satisfy. She spent the next half hour, until she was retrieved by the captain, sucking cock in that jail enclosure. 4219 1.57/512345