"You know, that new rep from the feed-firm is coming again tomorrow." The man spoke in a high, silly sounding voice with an impediment which made him say "wep" instead of "rep".
"Yes Milord. Have we any particular requirements or just the usual standing order?"
"You know, the last two visits, she rebuffed me?"
"Really, Milord? How unnecessary of her."
"Yes, rather. Just sort of giggled and gave me a direct no-no! It's a jolly bad show, you know?"
"So shall we give her the special tour, your Lordship?"
"Hmm, yes. The special"
The new territory was, if anything even more beautiful than her previous sales area. And she didn't have to deal with that awful place, "Sunnyside Farm"; it was someone else's problem now.
Today Jill was driving to visit the fodder buyer for a safari park. This had been a stately home until the impoverished owner had been forced first to open the house to the public and then to build the famous drive-through zoo.
The owner was a well known eccentric earl who preferred painting and womanising to running the park. Despite this he had ensured that he was present at both her previous visits, ostensibly to discuss business with her and his buyer. Both times he had managed to get her alone and proposition her, inviting her to become one of his "wifelets", the name he used for the concubines that he picked up and discarded at frequent intervals. She had treated this as a joke and laughed it off and he had not seemed to take offence; she had been awarded a good bonus-earning order.
Jill did not wish to become romantically involved with such a buffoon, no matter how wealthy. She had found it amusing to flirt with him, and she had decided to tease him a little today. Under her severe charcoal business skirt she was wearing a tiny lace thong which she would be sure to let him glimpse.
She drove in along the service road which allowed staff and deliveries to avoid the queues of tourists' cars. She parked the shiny red Ford Focus in the small courtyard at the back of the barns and storage buildings. As she walked across the yard she was aware of some of the animal keepers in their "Jungle Jim" style uniforms, murmuring to each other as they watched her go by. Entering the office she was met by the buyer, Martin Jakes.
"Hello, Miss Brent. We've been looking forward to seeing you again", he said, smiling as he shook her hand. Jill was surprised to hear that; sales reps were usually regarded as pests by buyers who would have preferred to order their supplies by fax, without being persuaded to try out the new products.
"Thank you", she replied. "Will his lordship be joining us today?"
"He'll be along shortly, just finishing off some plans he's working on. We'll have a coffee while we wait." They had been chatting for a few minutes when Earl Showering entered the room.
"Hello my dear, so glad to meet you again!" he boomed in his jolly voice with the slightly silly lisp. Jill was going to stand up but he insisted she remain seated. "Do drink your coffee, my dear! So sorry to keep you waiting, but I've been making some last minute arrangements."
When he said this, Jill seemed to sense an unspoken message pass between the two men. Martin had sort of sly smile on his face, "why don't you give us your sales pitch right now and we'll give you a tour of the place later, if you have time?" he said.
"Oh! Okay." This was unusual; to be asked to give a pitch, and be offered a guided tour by a client? "Thanks very much." She picked up her briefcase and took it to the desk and spread her catalogues and brochures on it. The next fifteen minutes were spent with the men discussing prices and quantities with her. Once, when their interest seemed to ebb a little, she managed to accidentally drop a brochure on the floor, giving her the opportunity to momentarily expose her bottom, framed by the lace thong as she picked it up.
Having perked up their spirits Jill asked for the deal and wasn't really surprised to win a very good order for her firm.
With the documentation done, the Earl invited her to join him for lunch in his private dining room. At the table she managed sit down demurely yet with a quick flash of her thighs for His Lordship. They ate a light but tasty lunch and drank a bottle of wine and then the Earl made his move. They had moved to a comfy leather settee with their wine glasses when he pushed his hand well up her leg, almost touching the tiny strip of material between her legs. She pushed his hand away roughly, laughing and telling him to be a good boy. He invited her to become a "wifelet," but she refused with a smile. He tried once more before apparently giving up.
He picked up the phone and pressed a button, "Ah, Martin. Yes the tour is on. That's right, that one, for our special guest Miss Brent. Meet us in the yard."
As they made their way, Lord Showering explained that the safari-park was closed that day for necessary maintenance. The stately home was open to the public, but that was a mile or so away, across the decorative lake and the woods.
The sun was shining as they left the building and entered the large cobble-stone yard. This wasn't the same one where she had parked; it was closer to the high fence of the animal enclosures. Four uniformed keepers were waiting by one of the service vehicles, a zebra striped pick-up. The buyer Jakes was there also. As soon as Jill appeared he became sharp and business-like.
"Okay, get the cunts kit off!" he snapped. For a moment, Jill couldn't make sense of what he had said; surely he hadn't used that word? The keepers moved quickly toward her, grabbing her by the wrists, gripping her painfully tightly. She tried to pull free but they were too strong. Her blouse and skirt were ripped from her and her bra pulled off, causing her firm breasts to quiver.
"Oh, my!" she screamed, "What are you doing? Your Lordship, stop them!"
"Dear, dear me, don't make such a fuss," he replied, giggling. "You didn't want to be my wifelet so you have to pay a forfeit. Don't worry, a clever girl like you will manage somehow. And get that silly string thing off her!"
A keeper happily obeyed the last instruction, pulling the thong away until it tore off.
The naked woman was dragged to the rear of the truck and was man-handled up into the back where three of the men sat with her, holding her safely.
The Earl waved as Jakes and the fourth keeper climbed into the cab and drove away.
The pickup bounced over the rough roadway, banging her bare bottom repeatedly. The men took the opportunity to feel her up, squeezing her breasts and pushing each others hands away from her vagina.
"What are you doing to me?" She asked plaintively, "please, just let me go!"
"You must have pissed off his highness big-time." One of them answered, "He's giving you the special tour." The others laughed.
The truck was passing through one of the large, reinforced gateways that opened into the enclosures. They drove for a while through the safari park, passing groups of lions, some elephants and on by a muddy pond with hippos basking in the afternoon warmth.
"Where are we going?" she asked, through tear clogged eyes.
"You'll see, soon enough."
After about ten minutes of rough track they came to a halt. Jill was dragged out of the truck and allowed to stand unheld. She tried to cover her pussy and breasts with her hands.
Jakes came from the cab. "Okay, cunt, this is the situation. You are taking the special tour. This is an opportunity not often available. You get the chance to explore the park, unaccompanied by anyone, without the confines of a vehicle. You can sample the sights and smells of Africa close to hand, so to speak. With a bit of luck you should be able to reach one of the gates without being eaten. A word of advice; if you are still in the open at nightfall, try to take shelter until daylight. Apart from that, it's up to you. Before we go though, you need to be anointed." One of the keepers brought an aerosol and sprayed her over her back, belly and bottom. Jill gasped at the musky smell of the spray.
"That should make you more attractive to a wide variety of our guests! Good luck, cunt." He was laughing as he returned to the cab; the others jumped up on the pickup as it began to roll, unwilling to give up their view of the helpless female standing forlornly alone.
"No, please don't leave me!" she cried, but a moment later the vehicle had left her behind.
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