Diplomatic Immunity, Part One

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

The Western World and Its Wonders

Delilah

Being allowed to come to North America to finish my schooling, just after I became eighteen years of age, was a dream come true!

At first I was completely amazed with the profusion of merchandise and foods, the unending streams of automobiles, and especially, the freedom of the women! For a teenaged girl from a remote palace outside of Islamabad, it was a true wonder to see these things, and even though I immediately became deeply involved with my studies, my newfound girl friends at the college soon took me under their collective wing and began to educate me in the way things happened in the West. My women’s college was in the upper class, Ivy League echelon, but its demanding scholastic requirements certainly did nothing to tame the spirits of the students, and all the young women took a boisterous delight in life and their happy, privileged place in society.

My father had, at the behest of my mother, researched diligently to find this ‘proper’ school for me to continue my education, even though he still disparagingly referred to the West as ‘The Great Satan’, but this was the best that money could buy, and so here I was. Being from a strict religious sect, he was not prepared to allow me the freedoms of my classmates and so I had my own suite of rooms and while there I was constantly attended by two, older female governesses. He had also, unknown to me, sent a pair of male escorts along to both protect and guard me. They were to be my undoing, and the reason for my descent into this hell I currently exist within.

For the first six months, I was the very soul of a hard-working and nearly monastic student, but one night, I managed to slip out and, I thought, away from surveillance, joining a party of my classmates at a local bar. Again, I was amazed at their freedom and how they dressed; showing off their bodies and teasing any man they thought needed it! My clothing, by contrast, was demure to the point of being nun-like, and I felt like a frump amidst the peacock colours and short skirted outfits that were so prevalent and the norm! My newfound girl friends told me laughingly, but to my secret pleasure, that with my olive skin and face and startling violet coloured eyes, I was ‘exotically beautiful’ and would have no trouble attracting male attention, but first they had to get me some ‘decent clothing’. I had a substantial allowance, and so one afternoon we all cut class and they took me to their favourite stores where they all spent the time and my money with happy abandon, dressing me from the skin out. Some of the garments at first appalled me, but during the course of that afternoon, I discovered my actual sizes for the first time!

I am 5’ 4”, or as I preferred to think of it, 1.6 metres and weigh about fifty-five kilos. In one of the lingerie shops, they had me strip completely, and with a lot of giggling, I was measured then fitted with some absolutely wicked, in my view, underwear. It turned out that my ‘vital statistics’ were 34-22-34, and I discovered that I had a DD cup for the bra size. Until then, I’d been rather embarrassed about being so well endowed, but the girls told me to be thankful for nature’s kindness and to make the best of it. At first, I was a little reluctant, but soon I had bought over a dozen bras of varying design, and then we got into the acquisition of all the other underwear. I’m sure I must have blushed constantly, but we all laughed and enjoyed the process and soon were on our way to other stores for shoes, make up, dresses, and all sorts of other stuff that seemed, to me, to be somewhat frivolous. However, they insisted, and I took all of my new apparel to one of the girl’s places who lived close by, for storage.

I dared not take it back to my residence. My new clothing would, without doubt, cause an explosion and a lot of awkward questions to be asked, and so I’d go to her place and change into my new finery before venturing out. I wasn’t back in the Middle East, and I wanted desperately to blend in with the local scene, for I knew, when I returned home, I would once again have to wear the all-concealing garments my society required for women when they were in public, and much of the time, even in private.

Over the next months, I went on more and more nights out on the town and really enjoyed dressing up and showing off my body. Soon, I even began to drink a little of the local beer and some of the fancier drinks, then on one of the nights, some of the girls passed around a pot cigarette and I tried that too! Then, another night, for some really stupid reason, a dare perhaps, I sniffed some other drugs and completely lost control. One of the young men who had been hanging around our group, and with whom I’d become increasingly friendly, offered to drive me back to my residence, and stupidly, I accepted. Of course, the inevitable happened, and being as inexperienced as I was, even at eighteen, I was vastly curious about s*x and all of the wonderful things it promised, or so my friends told me. He stopped the car along a quiet road out in the country, and within minutes, my clothes and inhibitions had flown to the four winds. We were happily and awkwardly making love in the back seat; fumbling and laughing with delight at our mutual joy and cleverness, and I found I enjoyed the experience immensely after the initial discomfort, enthusiastically wanting more and more! The discovery of my body and its capabilities of delivering pleasure was a total delight and made me hunger for increasingly wild s****l adventures as the weeks passed. Although I wasn’t aware of it, my reputation as a wild and willing s****l partner spread rapidly around the campus, and I soon had no end of handsome young men from nearby Harvard who wished to date me.

Then came the fateful night.

I was happily ensconced in the back of a friend’s van, naked, half-drunk and ready to party, when in the midst of our kissing and fondling entwinement, bright lights suddenly speared through both steamed side windows, illuminating our writhing bodies. I froze and then frantically tried to find my clothes while the door was jerked open with a shattering crash of steel being torn asunder. My male friend cursed angrily and shouted for the light to be turned off, then a voice carrying an accent I knew only too well, spoke harshly.

“b***h! Whoring cunt!” it snarled. “You have dishonoured your family’s name for the last time! Cover yourself, you b***h! You will be taken immediately back to the residence to pack your things!

“As for you, you snivelling worm,” the speaker snarled evilly, turning towards my friend, a long glittering blade slashing the air before his blanched face, “you’ll sit there and be quiet, or I’ll remove your testicles and make you eat them while you bleed to death! We are taking this whoring cunt from the cesspit of your country back to her home, where she will be disciplined for her behaviour! Stay as you are until we are gone! Say one word of what has happened here tonight, and I shall return and carry out my promise!”

A full, traditional robe of the style that older women wore at home, a chador, was thrown into the van while I still searched frantically for my clothes.

“Put that on, you brazen w***e! Now!!! You’ll never need any of those other things again!”

I began then to weep silently, knowing I had passed far beyond the boundaries I’d been supposed to observe while here at school. So with tears streaming down my face, I slipped into the hateful, all-enveloping garment and pulled the veil up over my lower face and nose, leaving only my eyes showing.

“Get in the car! Back there!” he commanded harshly, flicking the beam of the flashlight towards a large, black Mercedes limousine parked on the road about 50 metres behind the van. I stumbled, scurrying on bare feet along the icy tarmac of the road and climbed into the back seat, then I sat on the cold leather, shivering and whimpering with terror at what I’d been caught doing. They’d found me, literally red-handed, and although I wasn’t aware of it at the moment, they also had every one of my escapades on video tape in living colour and sound.

I had damned myself utterly by my actions, but just how severe that damnation was, I had no idea at the time. A moment later, the two men slid into the front seat, the door locks snapped closed, and we hissed into the night leaving my male companion alone and shivering fearfully in his van. What other things they’d said and threatened my erstwhile lover with while I ran to the limousine, I never found out, but he was obviously so frightened that he didn’t pursue the matter of my semi-abduction, and I never saw him again.

Within thirty minutes, we were back at the residence and in my suite of rooms. The men stood guard, watching me closely, while, with the aid of my equally as frightened governesses, I flung my clothes and effects into suitcases, still sobbing in bitterness at my misfortune. They paid my misery no attention whatsoever, and shortly thereafter, they escorted me back downstairs to the waiting vehicle. The two, black clad, and silent governesses carried my suitcases, while the men each kept a snaring grip on my arms so I wouldn’t try to escape. I sat in the middle of the back seat between the older women, and in frightened curiosity about what was to happen next, I finally got up enough nerve to speak.

“W-where are we going?”

“w***e! b***h!!!” the man beside the driver turned his head and raged at me over his shoulder. “It is none of your concern, but just so you know, we’re taking you to the embassy compound. You’ll be kept there until your father decides what is to be done with you! Now shut your stupid face!”

I subsided against the buttery soft leather seat in fresh tears and stayed that way, in abject misery for the duration of the four hour long trip. Upon our arrival at the embassy, I was immediately escorted to a small, featureless room in the lowest basement and locked inside and from that point on, my meals were passed through a small slot at the base of the door. At first, I just sat or lay on my bed in a haze of terror at what my father would say and do. I’d heard some rumours while I was growing up of what happened to ‘bad’ girls and women, but I had forgotten them ... until now, considering then that they were only tall tales to frighten disobedient children. I was so wrong! They weren’t rumours at all; they were fact, as I would learn to my continuing, consuming horror and misery.

The room I was kept in was nothing more than a concrete-walled box, apparently at one time having been a residence for one of the menial employees of the embassy. On one side was a partition with a toilet, shower stall, and sink. That was all. I quickly discovered that I couldn’t turn off the light, and so it burned constantly. Eventually, the door was opened, and I hastily covered my face with my veil, for the only clothing I had now was the chador and its head covering ... nothing else. A tall man in Western clothing entered, and the thick portal closed behind him. He stared solemnly and silently at me for the longest time, then at last, he spoke.

“Delilah Mahjalis! You have dishonoured your family and your father’s trust. You should be deeply shamed by your behaviour at that school and all of the things you have done with your decadent friends there!” he snarled at me.

“I-I-I ...”

“Be silent, girl!” he roared. “You are a disgrace!! Especially here, of all places! Your father has been informed of your transgressions, and he is deeply infuriated by your sluttish behaviour! I am told that he only sent you here with grave misgivings and as a result of your mother’s unceasing begging, but now, you have fulfilled your destiny, as all females seem to want to do, and fallen into instinctive, fornicating ways! You younger women are nothing but animals!!!

“He has sent detailed instructions in the diplomatic pouch, and I will have them in my hands tomorrow. Once I have read them through, you will be dealt with here initially before you are sent home to face his full wrath!

“In the meantime, you will be kept in this room until the decisions have been made as to what should become of you!”

He turned and rapped harshly on the heavy oak door, and then when it opened, he left without further word. I spent the next week in there alone with nothing to do but worry about what was going to happen next.