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A Visit To Holland

Provided by: BDSM Library

Synopsis: The man who goes to Holland to visit on-line friend gets
kidnapped.

A Visit to Holland

My adventure started innocently enough in the Yahoo! Clubs. More
specifically, Women Kidnapping Guys Club. Being kidnapped and turned
into some
woman's sex toy has always been a fantasy of mine, and being a member
of this
club helps me explore this fantasy. There is one problem with the club
however,
its male members naturally lust after the female members but the female
members
want nothing to do with the male members. What would be kidnapper
wants a
willing victim, where is the fun in that? It was this exact topic I
was
involved with other members of the club when I first heard from Tara.
Tara
supported my argument I was having with some other male members about
the men
that beg the women of the club to kidnap them and how that would never
happen.
Tara is a married woman of 38 that lived in the Netherlands. She is
interested
in erotica involving women kidnapping men. I had written a few stories
in the
club that she liked and we started corresponding. Tara was and is the
only
woman I have really ever corresponded to about my kinks. She is very
real and
loving. We enjoy this correspondence with each other because there are
no head
games being played. We are both in very happy marriages each with
children.
Both our spouses know of our kinks and indulge us to some extent. Tara
is the
first woman I have met in cyber space that wasn't after something or
wanting a
picture of my penis. I wrote a story titled "Tara's Revenge" and
posted it to
the club in honor of her and her kindness. Our relationship was a very
safe
cyber relationship. We were not looking for anything physical and we
were
separated by the Atlantic Ocean. This past winter that relationship
changed.

My company needed to send someone to a professional seminar in
Rotterdam. I never volunteer for these boring and tedious seminars but
a chance
to go to Holland and meet Tara was a chance I had to take. So I
volunteered and
was chosen for the seminar. All I had to do was gather information at
the 5-day
seminar. My company would not allow for my wife to come along. My wife
knows
about Tara and I was disappointed that I would be heading to Europe
alone. I
don't think Tara was thrilled with the news of my visit to her home
country.
She seemed to avoid the topic of a meeting. My intended meeting was
innocent
enough in my mind. I wanted to meet her and her family and speak face
to face
rather then through keyboards. I continued to pick Tara's brain for
information
to aid my travel to the Netherlands. Very suddenly Tara's whole
outlook on my
trip changed. Not only was she very excited about my trip; she took
over the
details of my itinerary. I was too happy about the change in her
attitude to
think about the reason behind the change. Tara had planned a big
surprise for
me and I was going to be the last to know about it.

Tara insisted that I fly into Amsterdam's Schiphol airport rather then
Rotterdam's airport. Unknown to me Tara had a friend named Moloko who
shared
her interests and worked for customs in Amsterdam. Moloko has always
fantasized
about taking a man against his will and having her way with him. She
has always
been afraid of getting caught. Tara saw me as the perfect victim for
her
friend. If things went wrong she knew I would never turn her friend
in. Tara
knew I was arriving 8:07 a.m. on KLM flight 607 from Kennedy airport in
New
York. She also had a physical description of what I would be wearing
and me. I
was told she and her husband would meet me at the exit gate. I had no
clue
about the trap Tara had set.

I was excited about going to Europe for my first visit. I had never
traveled out of North America. Being an American I have ancestry roots
to many
places. Holland was one of those countries. But all I knew about
Holland were
tulips, wooden shoes and windmills. I was also happy knowing that soon
I would
have a face to go with the name Tara.

The flight was uneventful. My wife saw me off at JFK. I was very
uncomfortable the whole time. Airplanes are not made for us big guys.
I could
never sleep in anything moving so I was cramped and exhausted as we
landed in
Amsterdam. After departing the plane I found my luggage with no
problem and
waited my turn to go through customs. I was a little surprised at how
all
airports seemed the same; it didn't matter what country you were in.
While in
line a customs agent came up to me and asked if I was Bob. She was
very tall
for a woman. She had short dark hair and was dressed in a white blouse
and a
tight navy blue skirt. I would not call her beautiful but handsome
came to
mind. On her blouse was a nametag that read Moloko. She demanded my
passport
and that I follow her. She led me to a small room. The room had two
stainless
steel chairs and a stainless steel table. Along one wall was a large
mirror.
The rest of the room was void of any character. It reminded me of
hundreds of
interrogation rooms I have seen on TV police shows. My assumption was
that the
mirror was a one-way glass and that I was in an interrogation room.
Moloko
ordered me to sit and keep quiet. She then produced a pair of
handcuffs and
cuffed my arm to the table. Again she ordered me to keep quiet and be
still.
She left the room. Moloko went into the room with the one-way glass
and met a
slender redheaded woman dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. "Tara do you
think
that's him"? "I hope so or we could get into a lot of trouble. He's a
lot
bigger then I pictured. Do you think you can handle him"? "Look at him
squirm
in there, its making me kind of hot already. Thanks Tara for this
opportunity.
Let the show begin." Moloko went back to start the show. From behind
the
mirror Tara too was becoming hot. She was going to get to see a
kidnapping take
place.

Moloko entered the interrogation room once more with a stern look
fixed
to her face. She was carrying a black gym bag and a police baton.
"Bob, you
entered the wrong airport at the wrong time." I opened my mouth to
protest my
treatment and my innocence but was cut off before uttering a sound.
"Don't you
dare say a word! You will speak only when I ask you to do so. Nod
your head if
this is understood." I nodded in shock. "Good then lets proceed with
searching
you. If you fail to cooperate with me, I can make it very tough on
you", she
said coldly as she slapped the baton into the palm of her hand.
"Stand"! As I
stood she walked behind me. "Free hand behind your head, now", she
barked. "If
you screw with me you will be sorry", the baton slapped the back of my
thigh
causing mild pain. A second pair of cuffs was attached to my free
hand. She
then pulled out the chair I had been sitting in and attached the cuff
to the
front rung below the seat of the chair. This had me stretched in an
awkward
way. She released the cuff from the table and attached that cuff to
the chair
rung too. She had me bent over the back of the chair with my wrists
attached to
the front of the chair. This left my ass in a very prominent position.
It was
also extremely uncomfortable for me. Moloko could smell her own
muskiness
rising as she was getting hotter and hotter. Moloko pulled a ball gag
from her
bag and forced it between my lips. She strapped it tightly around my
head, the
straps cutting into my fleshy cheeks. She pulled my shirttails from my
pants
and pulled the shirt over my head and shoulders as far as it would go.
I could
not see anything. She lightly ran her nails over my exposed back, her
fingers
trailing to the top of my pants.

The day before I left for Holland Tara instant messaged me. She
ordered
me to wear a pair of woman's silky pink panties on my plane ride. I
finally
relented and agreed to do this. I thought it was unusual for her to
request or
should I say command me to wear the panties. We really did not have
that kind
of relationship. She must have picked up on the turn on it was for me
to be
ordered to dress in woman's under things. Not that I am into
cross-dressing, I
feel ridiculous in such things. Although Tara knew deep down it would
turn me
on, she had an ulterior motive. That motive was going to be revealed
as Moloko
loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She pulled them down and the
pink
panties were revealed. I felt my face turn red as I heard Moloko
chuckle. I
did not hear the collective sigh of relief both Moloko and Tara
released when
they saw the panties. It was only then they were 100% sure I was their
man.
The sight of these panties also made Tara very wet with excitement.
Its not
that she enjoys seeing men in panties but she was amazed by the power
she had on
a guy that was half a world away. This feeling of power was very hot
for her.

Moloko slapped my pink pantied butt with her hand, "what are you some
sort of sissy boy", she laughed. I shook my head no but realized she
really
didn't care and could not see my head. She peeled the panties off my
ass
revealing my very shriveled manhood. I was very scared and the room
was chilly.
I heard the distinctive sound of rubber snapping on flesh as Moloko put
latex
gloves on her hands. "Time for the cavity search", she announced. My
sphincter
clenched. Oh no I though, she won't do this to me. But then I felt
the cool
touch of her hands on my ass. Slowly they made their way to my
rosebud. My
feet started to dance around in protest. Her hand slapped my ass
harder then it
had ever been hit before; if I could see my ass at that moment I would
have seen
a perfect red imprint of her hand. "Stop moving around", she screamed
at me as
her hand found its mark again. I froze, this is real I thought. I'm
in deep
shit.

One gloved finger circled like a vulture around my backdoor and then
proceeded to knock on it. I clenched as hard as I could but her finger
kept
going deeper. I have been penetrated many times anally, I like it
actually, but
I was feeling violated. I also stopped fighting it and tried to relax
so it
would not be as painful. Her finger went deeper still as I felt
another finger
slipping in. To my surprise and horror my cock started to betray me
and began
to stiffen. Moloko noticed at once. "You really are a sissy boy", she
chuckled.
Again my face turned a bright red. Her probing continued with a third
finger
inserted. Her free hand started stroking my fully erected cock as a
finger
found my prostate. It did not take long for me to shoot my load.
Moloko
squealed in delight. "You have messed your pretty pink panties, you
dirty sissy
boy". She withdrew her fingers from my ass. "Eewww, you are messy in
there
too. We are going to have to clean you out before we probe any
deeper".

Moloko uncuffed my hands from the chair and to my relief stood me up.
My hands were cuffed behind my back as I stood in the room with my
pants around
my ankles, pink cum-soaked panties hanging from my knees, my cock now
shriveled
still dripping cum, my shirt all rumpled and a ball gag shoved into my
mouth. I
was certainly a sight to behold as I looked at my self in the mirror.
Again my
faced turned red with shame as I looked at myself. Moloko roughly
shoved me
into the mirror, the side of my face smashed flat against it. Little
did I know
Tara was inches from that face enjoying the show. Moloko held a knife
to my
throat and threatened to carve her initials in me if I gave her any
trouble.
She trailed the knife down the side of my body until she reached my
knee. With
one quick stroke from the sharp knife she cut my panties off. She bent
down and
picked them up. I then felt her hot breath in my ear. "Do not utter a
sound,
I'm going to remove your gag for a moment and you better obey me", she
whispered. The ball gag came out. "Open wide, Bob, I want you to
clean my
trophy". I hesitated for a moment and I felt the knife increase in
pressure at
the small of my back. My mouth opened wide and she quickly shoved the
panties
in to it. "Suck on them boy, I want them good and clean". I could
taste my own
cum for the very first time. Moloko then strapped the ball gag back in
place
and my mouth was packed tight. I've been panty gag before but with a
woman's
panty, but these panties were a lot larger since they were mine.

With the police baton, Moloko hit me hard in the back of my knees
collapsing me to a kneeling position. "You will learn to worship me".
Moloko
hiked up her skirt revealing that she wore black stockings held up with
a black
garter belt and jade green panties. I noticed that the panties had a
very large
wet spot on them. She grabbed the back of my head by my hair and
pulled my face
into the wet panties. Her very strong musky scent filled my nostrils.
She
rubbed her mound up and down over the ball gag and my nose. She held
me very
tight and started humping my face. I could not breath and tried
yelling into my
gag. Behind the glass Tara's fingers found her own clit. She was too
turned on
by this whole scene. Moloko's thrust grew stronger and faster. Just
as I felt
I was going to die she exploded in orgasm. Flooding my nostrils with
her
juices. Tara too bought herself to a satisfying climax. Moloko
released her
grip on me and I started sucking gallons of air through my nose. Some
of her
juice went down the back of my throat and I could taste her. "Time to
pack you
up for your trip; then we will have some real fun". Tara was amazed by
how
deliciously evil her friend could be and was happy she was able to give
this
experience to her.

Moloko produced what looked like a black leather bootlace from her gym
bag. She roughly helped me to my feet and I was once more pressed into
the
mirror. Again I felt her hot breath on my ear. "I hope that tongue of
yours is
as good as your nose, you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would
you?" She
hissed in my ear. With the bootlace in hand she knelt down between my
legs.
With my pants around my ankles and my hands cuffed behind my back, I
was too
afraid to move for fear of reprisal. I felt Moloko tug gently at my
balls as
she proceeded to wrap them with the bootlace. I felt her wrap around
the top of
my sack, then around each ball. The wrapping grew tighter and tighter
as it
went on. Both of my balls felt as though they would burst from the
sack like
marbles through wet tissue paper. I was in extreme discomfort when she
was
finished. Tara was behind the glass, pressed up against it straining
to see
what Moloko was doing with the bootlace. She was angry that she could
not see.
"Don't move," Moloko ordered as she went back to her bag. She pulled
out a slim
chrome metal tube with a key protruding from the side of it. She
bought it up
so I had a better look, "do you know what this is," she purred? "This
will
remind you that you are here for my pleasure, not yours." She turned
the key
and the tube opened lengthwise revealing row upon row of pin sharp
teeth. "This
is a Kali teeth bracelet or better known as a KTB." Fear leapt from my
eyes, I
knew what a KTB was. "Oh good I see you know what it is for." She
grasped and
pulled my penis with one hand and bought the KTB up under it like a bun
for a
hotdog. Looking down I watched as she closed the KTB around my cock.
I
flinched as I heard the catch lock into place expecting pain. To my
relief none
came and I remembered none would as long as I did not get erect. I
knew I would
be feeling the fury of the KTB soon enough. I knew my body would
betray me.
Behind the glass Tara grew weak in the knees; she loved CBT (cock and
ball
torture). Seeing it instead of reading about it was almost too much
for her to
stand. She loved the color purple my balls had turned and could hardly
wait to
see me get sexually aroused so the KTB would be put to work.

Moloko pulled up and refastened my pants while tucking in my shirt.
She then produced some long black silk scarves from her bag. Tara had
told her
about my love of scarf bondage. One scarf was tied tightly around my
ankles.
The next scarf was tied securely around my knees. The third and final
scarf was
used to tie my elbows together. She pulled a plain black leather dog
collar and
black leather leash from her bag and attached the collar around my
neck. The
collar had a dog tag hanging from it. Before fastening it to my neck
she showed
me what the tag said. It read MOLOKO'S. She the hooked the leash to
the collar
and pulled it between my legs. With the loose ends of the scarf around
my
elbows she tied the leash in place. The leash dug into my already
painful
balls. The last thing I saw her pull from her bag was a half leather
hood. She
squeezed it over my head and pulled it down over my ears and nose. I
love the
smell of leather and that smell mixed with Moloko's musky scent was
very
intoxicating to me. Once she had the eyeholes lined up properly so I
could see,
she pulled a flap of leather down over my eyes that secured to snaps on
the
mask. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back," she laughed as I heard
her leave
the room.

Moloko entered the room that Tara was in. Moloko looked at her friend
with a little concern. "Are you Ok?" "I'll be fine, this is just too
much
excitement for me." "I know what you mean Tara it is all I can do to
keep it
together. This is some rush though and it's only just beginning."
"Moloko lets
get the cart and get him to your place quickly; I'm dieing to start the
fun."

Stashed in a custodial closet Moloko had a large laundry basket on
wheels that she borrowed from a friend at a nearby hotel. Tara and
Moloko
wheeled it into the room Bob was in. They wheeled it right up against
his
thighs. For the very first time Tara touched her cyber friend and she
felt a
small spark of excitement pass through her fingers. With all her might
she
pushed on his chest and he flipped over into the basket. Moloko threw
sheets
over him so he was hidden. Moloko said, "be quiet and don't move and
you will
be safe." They started pushing the cart. It was heavy for them and it
was all
they could do to steer it. They entered a loading dock where Moloko
had a small
truck waiting. They pushed the cart off the dock and into the truck.
The truck
was a rental that at first she did not like paying for, but now she
thought it
was a good deal. Tara stayed in back of the truck to make sure Bob
would be
safe. Moloko got behind the wheel of the truck and drove it out of the
loading
dock. A little further along she came to a guard stationed at the
entrance to
the service road. Moloko rolled down her window as she pulled up into
the
guardhouse. The guard inside smiled in recognition. She was a
middle-aged
woman with long blonde hair and perky breasts. "Did you pick your
package up
alright Moloko?" "Oh yes we did. Don't forget the party starts at
eight
tonight." "You couldn't keep me away. How many are you expecting?
Will we all
get our shot?" "Don't worry everyone will get a turn. And who knows
maybe
we'll have a send off party for him too." "Oh my Moloko you are so
bad. I hope
we don't kill him." The guard raised the gate and Moloko drove to her
house.

Moloko backed the truck into her driveway. The space was narrow and
hard to maneuver due to the closeness of the adjoining houses. Tara
opened the
back of the truck as Moloko came around to the back. Wordlessly the
two women
worked at positioning a metal ramp between the truck and a side door of
the
house. The ramp was at a sever angle but Moloko thought they could get
the cart
into the house. Since the angle was so tight they could not push the
cart
directly on to the ramp. They had to try to jump the rail on the ramp
to get
the cart fully on the ramp. My weight was making this very difficult
for them
to do this. The two women struggled with the cart. Just as they were
about to
give up they managed to jump the rail. The momentum of that final push
sent the
cart rocketing down the ramp. At the bottom of the ramp the threshold
of the
door was slightly higher then the end of the ramp. When the cart hit
the
threshold at a high speed, it flipped the cart over throwing the sheets
and me
across the kitchen floor. Tara and Moloko screamed as they watched the
cart
flip. They ran into the house and were checking me out for injuries.
It was
only then that I knew there were two women involved. As I listened to
them
speak quickly back and forth to each other in Dutch. The ball gag was
removed
and the now compacted saliva soaked panties removed from my mouth.
"Bob, are
you alright," Moloko asked? I knew I was going to have some bruises
but I
thought I was Ok. I tried to speak but my jaw ached from the gag; I
ended up
just nodding yes. "Bob, I'm going to leave the gag out but you are not
to
speak, if you do I have a bigger gag to put on you. Do you understand
me?" I
again nodded yes. "Good, then lets get you ready for your big welcome
party."
'Welcome party', I thought, what is she talking about?

Moloko untied my ankles and knees and untied the leash. She then
opened
my pants and pulled them off. I felt her cool hand rubbing my
sensitive balls.
"Woo, what a pretty color they are." I was wondering who the other
woman was and
where she was. Moloko roughly helped me to my feet by pulling on one
arm and
yanking on the leash. She then guided me to her bathroom. Tara's
husband had
installed several hooks in Moloko's shower at his wife's request.
Moloko now
tied a clothesline to a lower hook in the rear of the shower. The
other end she
tied tightly around the base of my nuts. She guided me into the shower
and then
placed a foot on the clothesline making it taunt. "I need to take your
handcuffs off for a moment. If you give me any trouble I may lose my
balance
forcing all my weight on the rope currently around your balls. If that
happens
it will rip your balls out by the roots." I nodded I understood and
prayed that
her balance was good. The cuff was removed from one wrist and my shirt
was
fully removed. My hands were re-cuffed in front. "Put your arms above
your
head. Higher! Get on your tip-toes!" She hooked the small chain
between the
cuffs to a swivel hook in the ceiling. It was all I could do to keep
my
balance. The rope was untied from my balls. "Don't you go anywhere
Bob, I'll
be right back to clean all that travel filth off of you," she said
playfully.

Moloko came back and joined me in the shower. She hugged me from
behind
and reached around to give my nipples a playful pinch. I swore I could
feel
bare breasts rubbing on my bare back. Moloko moved her breasts up and
down my
back and then quickly spun me around to face her. With a giggle she
unsnapped
the blindfold. I blinked several times to adjust to the light and
finally a
nude Moloko came into view. She had very nice breasts, not too small
but not
too big. Her nipples were very large and erect. "Do you like what you
see?" I
nodded slowly yes as I took in the rest of her. She laughed at my
response.
She had a very hairy dark bush, plus I noticed hair peeking out from
her
armpits, something not very common in the States. "I'm sure you are
filled with
a lot of questions, but I do not feel the need to listen to them. Lets
just say
you are a very lucky man to be chosen to be my slave for the next few
days. I
am having a few friends over tonight and you will be the main source of
entertainment. If you fail to please them you will be punished
strongly for the
next few days." Without thinking I spoke, "you don't understand, I
have an
important meeting to attend. If I'm missing they'll be looking for..."
Slap! A
shower brush that was hanging from the wall was planted on the side of
my ass.
Slap! Slap! Slap! "Owwwww," I howled. "I did not give you
permission to
speak, you sissy boy!" Slap! Slap! Slap! My ass was on fire. Tears
rolled
down my cheeks as to assault continued. Moloko's face was red and
twisted in
rage. Finally she stopped my ass was bright red and on fire. "Bob, I
want your
stay to be nice but you need to follow my rules. Bad sissy boys get
punished,"
she said in a very sweet voice.

Moloko turned the water on in the shower and the cold water hit me
right
on my inflamed ass. I hissed at the shock of the water. Soon it
turned warm
and Moloko started to soap us both up. She was running her hands all
over her
breasts and then running her soapy breasts over me. Despite everything
that has
happened to me I started to get aroused. Shock hit my face as my
erection
built. I tried to stop it but was powerless. Soon the needles were
digging
into my sensitive flesh around my cock. Moloko knew exactly what she
was doing
and Tara had a great view through the one-way mirror that was recently
installed. They both admired the work of the KTB. I was in agony and
trying to
lessen my erection. Moloko kept up her erotic soapy shower and my cock
despite
the torture the KTB was doing to it failed to obey my commands.
"Please stop,
please," I begged. Too late I thought as Moloko reached for the brush
again and
assaulted my backside once more. "Are all sissy boys as dumb as you
are? How
many times must you be told the rules!?" I howled in pain again. "I
was giving
you a treat of my body and you break the rules! How could you, sissy
boy? All
right you don't want to get clean the nice way; we'll do it the hard
way.
Either is fine with me." Moloko soaped up the bath brush and proceeded
to scrub
my balls with it. Again I howled in pain as the stiff bristles scraped
my
purple balls. "You don't like it this way either? Too bad we are out
of
choices." She scrubbed every inch of my body with that brush. It was
the
longest shower I had ever taken.

Moloko replaced the leather hood that came off during my cleaning.
She
figured the wet hood would be ruined by the time her fun was over but
it was
well worth the money. She slipped the blindfold down and I was in
darkness once
more. I was left hanging wet in the shower as I heard Moloko exit the
room. I
shivered from the cold. Silently Tara crept into the bathroom carrying
a wooden
paint stirrer and a ball gag. I never knew someone else was in the
bathroom
until the paint stirrer slapped my nuts. As my mouth opened to utter a
scream
of pain Tara shoved the gag into my mouth. It was strapped tightly
around my
head. From behind me she reached around to the front of my hairy chest
and
rakes her sharp nails over my nipples and down my stomach. She then
grabbed my
butt cheeks and sunk her nails into my soft flesh. I tried but failed
to dance
away from those nails. With paint stirrer in hand she struck me with
it on my
butt, thighs, stomach and chest. She then concentrated on my inner
thighs, cock
and balls. She realized that the blows to my cock were ineffective due
to the
KTB so she doubled the blows to my abused balls. During this assault I
realized
this was not Moloko, it must be the other woman I heard earlier. Her
sweet
smelling perfume gave her away. Moloko entered the bathroom once more
and gave
Tara silently disapproving look. Tara smiled and shrugged as if to say
she
could not help herself. She knew Bob was not into CBT but she didn't
care; she
was and he was here for her pleasure. She gave Bob's nuts one more
smack and
slinked out of the room. Tara took her seat behind the one-way glass
and felt
very fresh and alive.

Moloko unhooked the cuffs from the swivel hook in the ceiling. My
shoulders were very happy that she did this. Moloko then commanded me
to kneel
in the tub. The cold hard porcelain hurt my knees; I guess I'm not as
young as
I used to be. She grabbed hold of my cuffed wrists and attached the
chain to
another hook in the rear wall. I could hear Moloko fumbling around
with
something and wondered what I was in store for next. What Moloko was
doing was
preparing an enema bag. She placed a mild rose scented soap in first
and then
filled the bag with warm water. She hung the bag from the showerhead
and made
sure the fill tube would reach my anus. I then felt her lubricated
fingers
grease my backdoor. Lucky for me she did not spend a lot of time doing
that; my
cock was still feeling like a pincushion from the KTB. She then slowly
inserted
the nozzle into my butt. "Its time for that cleaning out I promised
you earlier
sissy boy." She opened the valve and the water began to flow in to me.
I was
able to put two and two together and realized I was on the receiving
end of an
enema. I moaned as the pressure started to increase in my belly. This
was the
first enema I had ever gotten. Soon the bag was emptied and she
commanded me to
hold it while she removed the nozzle. She quickly shoved a very large
butt-plug
in to act as a stopper. Even if I wanted to I could not relieve
myself. Moloko
then left me there. My knees were aching and I felt my insides start
to cramp
up. I started to shake after awhile as sweat started pouring out from
me. Just
when I thought I couldn't hold out any longer Moloko showed back up and
released
the cuffs from the wall. She aided me in standing though I could not
stand
straight due to the cramping going on in my body. She backed me to the
toilet
and reached for the plug. "Do not release until you are seated, you
will be
punished for any mess you make." She yanked the plug out as she pushed
me down
on the toilet. It took all my will to delay the expulsion for just
that second.
As soon as my butt hit the toilet my insides exploded out. It felt so
good but
the smell was awful and overwhelming. I thought I was going to vomit.
I heard
Moloko retch at the smell too as the exhaust fan came to life. Once I
was
emptied and we recovered from the odor, Moloko started the whole
process over
again. This time when I emptied out there was the smell of roses. I
was rinsed
off in the shower and then patted dry with a towel. The leash was
attached to
my collar and Moloko lead me from the room. She had a very big smile
on and
pride in her eyes. She thought to herself this is what I was made for,
leading
a man around by a leash.

Moloko led Bob to a bed. She pushed him down on it and the softness
felt good to him. Moloko climbed up on top of Bob and straddled his
chest. I
could tell she was wearing jeans. She got busy attaching leather cuffs
to each
of his wrists and then spun around on his chest and inched herself down
to
attach cuffs to his ankles too. She then secured each ankle to a
bedpost. Bob
heard the distinctive sound of a folding knife locking into place.
Cold steel
rested against his chin. The steel cuffs were unlocked from his
wrists, but the
knife warned him about trying anything. The leather cuffs were secured
to
bedposts and Bob was tied in a full spread eagle on the bed. Moloko
whispered
in his ear, "rest my little sissy boy you are going to need it."
Moloko got off
the bed and left the room. Bob was exhausted he thought this ordeal
had lasted
days not hours. As he was drifting off to sleep he felt the bed shift
as if
Moloko had gotten back on the bed. It was Tara that had crept into the
bedroom.
She gently gave a light squeeze to his balls. A soft moan escaped the
ball gag.
Tara started untying the leather bootstrap from his balls. Bob started
pulling
against his restraints as the pain from blood rushing back into his
balls
increased. Soon the pain decreased as Tara gently massaged his balls.
The
massage grew more pleasant and soon Bob felt himself becoming erect
again. Tara
let a little laugh escape her lips as she watched Bob's discomfort grow
along
with his cock. Once he was as hard as he could get with the KTB in
place, Tara
unlocked the KTB and Bob's cock sprang to full length. Tara marveled
at all the
tiny pinprick marks that peppered his manhood. She got up off the bed
and left
the room. Bob was asleep moments later.

A few hours later 6 women had gathered in Moloko's house. Bob was
still
sound asleep as Tara and Moloko prepared for their friends. The six
women
shared a common interest in femdom activities. Another thing they had
in common
is that they all had read and enjoyed the stories Bob had written and
sent to
Tara. You could say they were Bob's Dutch fan club.

It was decided that Molly would start things off. Molly was the short
blonde security guard who waved Moloko's truck through earlier at the
airport.
All the women gathered quietly around the bed. Tara, knowing Bob's
fetish for
silk scarves started softly stroking his flaccid cock with one. Soon
he was
fully erect which drew a few giggles from the women. Slowly Molly put
a condom
on the erection. She then softly straddled Bob, easing herself down on
his
cock. She motioned for her little purse, which Moloko handed to her.
She
withdrew a set of nipple clamps and opened them around each of Bob's
nipples.
She let the clamps close around each nipple and Bob was instantly
awakened to a
sharp searing pain. He had no idea where he was. He could not see,
his arms
and legs would not move and the scream he tried to release was trapped
behind a
gag. He soon remembered he was bound spread eagle to Moloko's bed.
There was a
weight on his groin area and realized he was being fucked. He heard
laughter of
several women around him as they watched Molly ride him. Molly was
living her
fantasy of fucking a guy against his will. She held the thin chain
that was
attached to the nipple clips and gave it a tug. It was such a rush for
her to
hear Bob's muffled screams knowing she was the cause. She increased
her
pounding and despite his pain and his situation, Bob's body responded
in typical
male fashion and met her downward thrusts with upward thrusts of his
own. All
the women were enjoying the show and shouted encouragement to Molly.
All too
soon Molly felt Bob shoot his load. This made Molly increase her tempo
even
more. Bob was screaming for her to stop but of course the gag stopped
anyone
from understanding him. Sweat broke out on both Molly and Bob as her
fucking
reached a fever pitch. A low guttural sound of pleasure started
escaping Molly.
As she climaxed she ripped the clips off of Bob's nipples and sank her
teeth
around one as she continued to grind her pussy into him. She let out a
scream
and collapsed on to Bob. Everyone broke into applause.

Two of the other women helped Molly off of Bob. Moloko then mounted
Bob
and once more her hot breath was in his ear. "That, Bob, was only the
beginning
of a very long night we have planned for you. Consider this a 'welcome
to the
Netherlands' party for you. You will please my guests. Do not
disappoint me or
it will be one long nightmare of a visit for you. We are going to
untie you
from the bed and your gag will be removed. Do not speak unless you are
asked
to. Do not struggle; there are six women here and you can't fight us
all." The
bonds holding his wrists and ankles were all being loosened at once.
Moloko
removed his gag and then using the leash still attached to his collar
she pulled
his mouth into her awaiting mouth. Her tongue probed deep and long as
she got
cheers from the rest of the women. Still holding onto the leash she
pulled Bob
until he was sitting in an upright position. Another woman bought a
glass of
water to Bob's lips and commanded him to drink. He drank long and
hard.
"Good", this new woman said, "you are going to need your strength."
All the
women laughed in agreement.

Still blind folded, Bob was led off the bed by his leash. As he
stumbled forward he could sense the women around him. Every now and
then a hand
would reach out and touch him. Whispers in Dutch mixed with laughter
were all
around him. A hand halted his forward motion. "Kneel", came the
command from
Moloko. Hands at his back pushed his torso forward over something hard
and
cold. He put out his hands to break his fall but both arms were
grabbed and
pulled forward and down. He found himself bent over something wooden,
a coffee
table maybe. His wrists were lashed to table legs as well as his
knees. His
head and neck hung over one end of the table as well as everything
below his
waist at the other end of the table. The table Bob was tied to was
slid
forward. Bob could feel a person's body heat and the unmistakable
musky smell
of a very excited woman. Finger tips probed Bob thick salt and pepper
curly
hair. The fingers in his hair turned to fists as two handfuls of his
hair were
grabbed and his face pulled into a very wet and warm pussy. "Pleasure
me", came
the simple order from the woman who had Bob between her legs. Bob
hesitated and
got his hair pulled tighter until his tongue, lips and teeth went to
work. He
also recognized the hint of a familiar perfume on this woman. This was
the
woman who has been with Moloko since the start of his ordeal. Little
did Bob
know the woman he was pleasuring was his cyber friend Tara.

Tara has had oral sex many times before this day. She enjoyed it most
when she was dominating her husband. There was nothing spectacular
about Bob's
technique, although he was more then adequate. But this was by far the
best
head she ever got. Just the feeling of power she held over her victim
pushed
her to the edge.

Tara watched as Jean, a very petite Asian woman was adjusting a
strap-on
to her hips. Jean thrust the large black dildo forward a few times to
test it.
Laughter broke out as she masturbated her new member. She coated the
dildo with
lube and then stepped to Bob's rear. She gave Bob's ass a few hard
smacks with
her bare hands causing him to jump and for Tara to order him to keep
his mind on
pleasuring her. Jean inserted a well-lubed finger into Bob's backdoor.
Bob was
having a hard time concentrating on his task. Jean nuzzled the head of
her
dildo up against Bob's rosebud. Jean held it there for a few seconds
and then
plunged it into him. Bob screamed into Tara's pussy. It was a
sensation she
never felt before; it was great. Once the dildo was in all the way
Jean flicked
on a switch that was hooked onto the side of her strap-on. It operated
a silver
bullet vibrator she had inserted into herself earlier. She felt the
pleasurable
vibrations it produced. Bob also felt these vibrations deep within
himself too.
Again Tara shouted at Bob to keep his mind on his job. Jean started
slowly
fucking Bob.

Bob's mind was reeling. He was living his biggest fantasy. He had
always dreamed of orally pleasuring one woman while getting fucked in
the ass by
another. It was very hard for him to focus on the woman he was
stimulating with
his tongue and she repeatedly reminded him of his task by pulling on
his hair.
Despite just shooting his load a little while ago, Bob felt that he was
rock
hard again. This new situation did not go unnoticed by the women
spectators.
One of them crawled under the coffee table and attached a very tight
cock ring
to Bob's swollen member. They wanted to make sure Bob didn't cum until
they
wanted him to.

Jean had seen a porno movie a few years back where a woman used a
strap-on with a guy. It had really turned her on but she had always
been afraid
to approach the subject with any of her boy friends. Now she realized
all of
her future boy friends will be bend-over boy friends. Jean increased
her
thrusts as she was reaching her peak. Tara seeing Jean in pure ecstasy
ordered
Bob to increase his licking. Jean let out a scream and thrust the
dildo to its
hilt. Bob screamed at the force behind Jean's final thrust. Bob's
scream sent
Tara over the edge. The other four women stood there opened mouth as
they
watched their friends explode with pleasure. It was a sight to behold.
Tara's
legs clamped onto Bob's head as Jean laid on top of Bob's back and dug
her nails
into his shoulders. As they both were coming down from the experience
the other
women helped them to their wobbly feet. Bob was left panting on the
coffee
table frustrated from his lack of release. With the dildo remove he
felt cold
and empty.

"That was some show you put on", it was Moloko speaking to Bob. "You
truly are a sissy boy aren't you"? "Nooo....", Bob was interrupted.
"How dare
you speak! Are you that stupid that you can't remember our simple
rules?! You
will be punished for this. You have embarrassed me in front of my
friends." Bo
started to protest again but caught himself before sound escaped him.
"I got
just the thing for a sissy boy who can't shut up." Moloko shoved a
large fat
penis gag into Bob's mouth and buckled it tightly in the back of his
head. Bob
could feel the rubber tasting head of a penis in his mouth. He was
very
humiliated. Moloko and a girl named Nadia untied Bob's legs from the
table.
Nadia was tall and large built. She had very long black hair that had
neon blue
streaks running through it. She was dressed in nothing but a black
leather
jacket with a lot of metal zippers. Moloko and Nadia started working a
pair of
black pantyhose onto Bob's legs. "Now you will look like the sissy boy
you
are", Moloko said. With the pantyhose on it made Bob's skin tingle and
his face
turn redder with humiliation. Nadia produced a knife from one of the
zippered
pockets of her jacket and thumbed it open. A few of the women gasped
at the
sight of the blade. They knew Nadia had a mean streak and wondered
what she was
going to do with the knife. "Hold very still sissy boy, I don't want
Nadia
cutting off anything important", Moloko chuckled. Nadia plunged the
blade into
the thin material of the pantyhose. The point of the cold steel blade
came to
rest at Bob's backdoor. Bob flinched at the touch. "Hold still sissy
boy or
you'll have a new ass hole ripped for you." A bead of sweat ran down
the side
of Bob's face. Nadia grabbed hold of Bob's still rock hard cock and
rested the
sharp end of the blade on it through the pantyhose. Bob held his
breath in fear
as well as some of the women. Nadia plunged the knife and several of
the women
jumped. The blade tore a hole in the fabric and Nadia reached through
this hole
and pulled Bob's cock and balls through. "There all done", Moloko
said. "Now
sissy boy is dressed appropriately but all the important parts are
accessible."

"Its punishment time sissy boy and Nadia here will be administering it
to you." Nadia had a big wide grin on her face. She truly loved to
cause males
pain. In her hand she held a big wooden paddle that had the word SMACK
carved
into it. She straddled the coffee table and Bob and swung the paddle
in a high
long arc. Slap! Bob's world exploded in pain behind his blindfold.
Slap! His
ass was on fire as he screamed into his gag. Slap! Tears were rolling
out from
under the blindfold. Slap! Bob's body shook with the force of the
blow. As
the paddle was coming down again she yelled in Dutch to stop the
punishment.
She didn't want to see Bob hurt. He wasn't here to torture, at least
not like
this. Nadia was not happy but she already had gotten a rush from using
the
paddle. Nadia demanded that she get to fuck the sissy boy next. All
the women
agreed. Moloko knelt down next to Bob and whispered in his ear as he
sobbed
behind the gag. In a soft motherly voice she said, "I don't want to
see you
punished any more Bob. If I remove your gag will you be a good sissy
boy?" Bob
nodded his head yes.

As the gag was being removed, Nadia was fastening a bright red dildo
about her hips that had many ribs on it. Natasha, the sixth girl in
the group,
sat down in the chair Tara had occupied. Natasha was young with brown
curly hair
that looked like a librarian or a kindergarten teacher. Bob and the
coffee
table were pulled forward and Natasha gently placed her hands on Bob's
head.
Here we go again Bob thought. Bob could smell the familiar musk smell
but the
hand on his head made no attempt to plunge his face into the waiting
pussy.
Nadia was lubing up her dildo and ready to plunge in. A quiet voice
whispered
to him, "eat me, please." The hand on his head never added pressure to
force
him down but he felt complied to follow what almost seemed like a
desperate
requests. As his tongue found its mark he heard a sharp in take of
breath,
followed by a sigh of pleasure. Nadia, not being one to beat around
the bush
plunged her dildo in with one heavy thrust. An 'oh' escaped Bob's
mouth as he
felt slight pressure added to the hands on his head, a gentle reminder
to remain
quiet. Nadia's thrusts increased in speed and her ribbed dildo created
a new
sensation in Bob's ass. At first it was very painful but as time went
on and
Nadia's heavy thrust increased it became more pleasure then pain. Bob
thought
if they hadn't tightened that cock ring around him he would have
exploded
without ever being touched. Nadia felt Bob trying to meet her thrusts
and that
really turned her on. So did the heat coming from his ass that she
caused with
her paddle. Bob felt his head being moved slightly to direct him in
the right
direction. Natasha's clit was very hard and Bob gently clamped his
teeth around
it. Natasha literally exploded with pleasure and a scream. Bob face
was
sprayed with Natasha's ejaculate. He thought at first she was peeing
on him.
He never knew a woman could do that. Natasha's hands gripped his head
as she
ground her pussy into his face, screaming in a newfound pleasure.
Nadia soon
reached her own orgasm and humped Bob for all he was worth.*

Natasha was helped to her feet, her face was beet red but smiling.
Nadia unbuckled her strap-on and left it impaled in Bob's ass. Bob was
left
exhausted and tied to the table as he could hear the women engaged in
talk
amongst themselves. Most of the talk was in Dutch but every now and
then he
heard his name or words like 'strap-on' and 'dildo' in the
conservation. Soon
he felt activity around him as he was being untied from the table.
Someone
pulled the dildo out of his ass and made some sort of joke that made
the rest of
the women laugh. Bob was pulled roughly by his leash to a standing
position and
led to the bathroom where he was washed down in the shower by a few of
the
women. They took delight in pinching all over as they cleaned him. It
amused
them when he jumped at the pain. After he was dried off he was given
some sort
of fruit punch to drink. He didn't realize how thirsty he was until he
started
to drink. Bob was led back into the room with the table and told to
sit. Bob
felt around but could not find a chair. "Sit!" The command was much
more
forceful and Bob sat straight down on the carpeted floor. It was very
painful
on his bruised ass to sit.

Bob was seated facing Jean and Molly. Jean put one of her feet into
Bob's face and said, "make love to my foot", her big toe touching his
nose. Bob
was unsure what to do and his hesitation cost him as Molly hit him with
a riding
crop. "Get sucking, pig", Jean ordered. Bob opened his mouth and Jean
slid
half her foot in so that Bob nearly gagged. He backed off a little and
started
licking between her toes. "Oh, now that's much better slave", Jean
said with a
smile. For the rest of the night Bob was passed from woman to woman.
He sucked
toes and feet, breasts and pussy for what seemed to be endless hours.
The women
started to leave as the night was turning into morning. As they left
they each
gave Bob a deep tongue filled kiss and stroked his still rock hard
cock. A few
of the women gave him several smacks on his ass. Nadia delighted the
most in
doing this. All the women told Moloko and Tara how grateful they were
to them
for allowing them to live out their fantasies.

Soon Bob was alone with Tara and Moloko. Moloko asked Tara why she
did
not use a strap-on on Bob. Tara said she wanted to wait till now to
make it
more special. She asked Moloko to take Bob to the bed.

Bob was happy to be once more lying in the soft bed. He thought at
least for now his ordeal was over with. He of course was wrong again.
Leather
cuffs were strapped to his wrists and ankles once more. When he felt
the ropes
being passed through the wrist cuff he expected his arms to be pulled
to the
upper corners of the bed or up over his head, but instead his arms were
pulled
down his sides and tied off at the foot of the bed. Bob found this very
strange
being tied in this way. He figured he just had to move down closer to
the foot
of the bed and he could get plenty of play in the ropes to untie
himself. This
idea faded quickly as ropes were passed through the ankle cuffs and
then through
pulleys at the corner of the headboard. His legs were slowly pulled up
and over
his head toward the corners of the headboard. Bob thought his body was
going to
be ripped down the middle. As his legs reached as far as they could go
the
women admired their handy work and marveled at how exposed Bob's ass
was to
them.

Tara fumbled with her new never before used strap-on harness.
Strap-on
sex has always intrigued her but her husband was hesitant to try it,
even though
he liked to be probed anally by her. She saw this as a great
opportunity to try
this out and if she liked it her husband would learn to like it because
there
will be no turning back. She attached a very slim neon pink dildo to
the black
leather harness. The dildo had a sharp upward curve to it that Tara
thought
would really drive a man's prostrate crazy. She ran her fingers up and
down her
new shaft. She looked at herself in the mirror and was expecting to
look
ridiculous but instead she found herself very sexy and turned on as she
watched
herself give a few experimental thrusts.

Tara climbed on to the bed and kneeled in front of Bob's presented
ass.
She rubbed her hands gently over his ass and thighs smiling. Moloko
handed her
a tube of lube. She slowly and erotically lubed up Bob and used the
excess to
rub up and down his still erect shaft. Moloko climbed on the bed and
sat her
ass down on Bob's face and watched Tara start to penetrate his ass.
Tara slowly
sunk the dildo to its hilt and just as slowly pulled it back out. Each
thrust
increase in speed, just a little bit. She was going to take her time
to enjoy
this moment. Moloko had positioned Bob's nose so that it was knocking
on her
backdoor. She slowly rocked back and forth on his face. Tara looked
flush and
she was starting to break a sweat. God she was enjoying the thrill.
Moloko
turned around and grabbed hold of the headboard and started grinding
her pussy
into Bob's face. When Bob didn't put his tongue to work, Moloko
grabbed his
hair and pulled. Bob got the message and started pleasuring Moloko.
Tara
started really pounding Bob's ass. Both Bob and Tara were finding her
fucking
very pleasurable. Tara reached for and then un-snapped the cock ring
that had
kept Bob hard the past couple of hours. Moloko started bouncing up and
down on
Bob's face as her climax hit. She then clamped down on his face as she
rode her
orgasm to completion. Bob could barely breath but he didn't seem to
care as
Tara's dildo rubbed his prostrate one too many time and he exploded
with such a
force that some of his cum hit Moloko's ass. Watching Bob exploded and
really
feeling the power she had over her victim sent Tara off to one of her
most
powerful climaxes ever. Her first coherent thought was ' is her
husband going
to get it now'.

Bob was released and all three of them took a long hot shower. Moloko
and Tara put on nightgowns and they cuffed Bob to the headboard of the
bed and
ball gagged him. Tara got the KTB out again and locked around Bob's
flaccid
penis. Bob was in the center of the bed and the two women lay down on
either
side of him. Soon they were all sound asleep, it was a very long day
for all of
them.

Bob awoke in pain. His normal morning erection had rudely awakened
him.
Bob's distress woke the women who watched in delight at his discomfort.
Moloko
released Bob from the headboard and led him into the bathroom to
relieve his
bladder. She bought him back to the bed and threw him on his stomach.
Both
women took turns playfully smacking his ass until it turned cherry
pink. Tara
then took hold of his leash and guided him to her waiting mound.
Without
instruction Bob knew what was expected of him and started pleasuring
Tara with
his mouth. Tara soon reached a climax. She then got up took a shower
and
dressed for work. Before she left she gave Bob's balls a slap and a
squeeze.

Unlike Tara, Moloko had taken the rest of the week off. As soon as
Tara
had left she removed Bob's blindfold for the first time in a long time.
It took
Bob's eyes a little time to adjust but they soon focused on Moloko who
was
wearing an almost transparent nightgown. Where as Bob thought she was
handsome
yesterday at the airport he now found her very pretty. Moloko smiled
at him and
then pushed him on his back and straddled his face. She realized that
this was
her favorite way to have a man. She had Bob service her to several
climaxes.
She had always counted herself lucky at not ever getting too sensitive
after an
orgasm. She placed Bob in bondage again and took a long shower and
dressed in a
tee shirt and jeans.

She placed leg irons on Bob and removed the KTB. She liked to see a
man's erection. She then wrapped a small electronic dog collar and
showed Bob a
remote control. She gave the button on the remote and smiled as she
saw Bob
jump in pain. "That was only the lightest setting. Disobey me or try
anything
funny and I'll fry your nuts." Bob lowered his head.

She released him from the headboard and put a frilly pink apron around
him. It had a satiny feel to it and was very transparent. The
material rubbing
against his groin gave him an erection. "There goes my sissy boy",
Moloko
chuckled. Bob's cheeks burned in embarrassment. She gave him several
housecleaning chores to do as well as taking sexual advantages from him
during
the day. She even had him give her a pedicure. As the evening drew
near Bob
was once more blindfolded and tied to the bed. That night he was used
and
abused by a few women but not as many as the night before. Bob was not
sure any
of the women were the same except the one whose perfume he recognized
as
Moloko's accomplice; the woman who gave him the best strap-on fucking
of his
life.

The next couple of days were the same. Moloko grew more and more
demanding of him during the day. Her interests in forcing Bob to wear
feminine
clothing grew stronger each day. By night Bob was just a total whore
for the
faceless women he was forced to serve. The day came when Bob's plane
would
leave for the States. Moloko made sure she had Bob alone that morning.

She had wrapped the electronic dog collar around his balls once more.
She then presented Bob with a paper bag. "Here sissy boy, put these
on. You
are going to be my bitch today." Bob looked horrified into the bag.
There was
a padded satin pink bra, white stockings, a pink garter belt, ruffled
pink
panties, pink leather stilettos and a sheer pink baby doll nightgown.
Bob's
face turned red at the thought of putting this stuff on; putting on a
pair of
panties was one thing but this was too much. Moloko punched the
remote. Bob
shouted out in pain a collapsed onto the floor. "Don't keep me waiting
sissy
boy! We both know you want to. Time is short." Bob did not want to
feel the
jolt from that cursed collar again so he started putting on the
stockings.
After more threats and prodding from Moloko, Bob was dressed in the
ensemble she
had provided. The pumps were killing his feet and he wasn't even
standing. He
found the stockings and panties to feel very erotic next to his skin.
The same
for the nightgown, but the bra just made him feel ridiculous. "Now we
need to
whore you up some sissy boy". Moloko placed a big haired blonde wig on
his head
and then make up to his face. She added bright red lipstick to him
last. She
helped him stand in the heels and turned him so he could see his self
in the
mirror. At first Bob didn't recognize the ugly whore that stared back
at him.
He couldn't believe want she had done to him. Moloko removed the
collar around
his balls and guided him back to the bed. Bob could see the look of
lust in her
eyes. The power she had over this sissy boy was almost too much to
take. She
pushed him on his back and then flipped him on his stomach. Bob gave
no
resistance to her. All the fight had long since left him. Moloko then
went to
the nightstand drawer and pulled out several pink and white silk
scarves. She
tied his wrists behind his back with one and tied his elbows with
another. Next
were his ankles and knees. Lastly she tied his wrists to his ankles in
a
perfect hog-tie. Bob could see himself in the mirror and even he was
turned on
by what he saw. Moloko patted him on his cheek and said "don't go
anywhere,
I'll be right back." Where was he going to go he thought?

After what seemed like an hour Moloko entered the bedroom. Bob lost
his
breath at the sight of her. She wore black and red patent leather
knee-high
boots with a 5-inch heel. Black seamed stockings with tight garters
connected
to a black leather corset. Elbow length black leather gloves and a
black
leather biker hat completed her dominatrix outfit. His whole time as a
captive
this was the first time he saw a woman in fetish gear. Bob now focused
on the
most predominate addition to the outfit. Moloko wore a strap-on with a
very
large most realistic dildo Bob had ever seen. Moloko also carried a
black and
red leather flogger with her. Despite his predicament Bob found
himself growing
hard underneath his pink ruffled panties.

"Now my sissy boy I want to see what a good slut cock-sucker you are."

Moloko shoved her cock in his face. When Bob's mouth did not open
right away
she hit him on his hog-tied legs with the flogger. "Suck it now
bitch!" Her
flogger found its target again. Bob's lipstick clad lips parted to
allow
Moloko's large member in. Moloko eagerly thrust her cock into Bob's
mouth. Bob
gagged on the large dildo. Moloko pulled out somewhat, "show me the
good little
cock sucker you are, sissy boy!" Her flogger swung down on Bob's nylon
clad
legs again. "Suck it!" Bob had a hard time moving due to the hog-tie
Moloko
had placed him in. Also Moloko's dildo was very large, but he started
moving
his head up and down with his red lips wrapped around the phallus.
Moloko could
see Bob sucking her strap-on in the mirror and the sight sent shivers
through
her body. Looking down at her bound sissy boy leaving smears of red
down her
shaft was even a bigger turn on. Look at what she reduced this guy to;
she
could not believe it. Moloko reached out and grabbed the back of Bob's
head
with a leather-covered hand. She started humping Bob's mouth. Bob had
a gag
reflex each time she thrust forward. Moloko was being stimulated very
little
but just the sight of this cocksucker was bringing her closer to a
climax. She
bought the flogger down heavily on Bob and caused Bob to moan in pain.
This
sent her over the edge as she experienced the strongest orgasm of the
week. She
withdrew her cock from Bob's mouth as her legs were finding it hard to
stand in
the high-heeled boots. She was only slightly aware of the choking
sounds coming
from Bob. Bob was happy about Moloko's withdrawal. He had been having
trouble
breathing. Bob turned and faced the mirror, shame redden his face.
The wig was
half off his head. His lips and surrounding face were smeared with
red. He saw
the lipstick smears on the dildo. But for all the shame he felt, he
could tell
his cock was as hard as a rock and this shamed him even more.

After resting a few minutes Moloko got busy once more. She knew her
time was getting short and she wanted to fuck sissy boy good and hard
one last
time. She released Bob from the hog-tie. Bob's muscles convulsed as
they were
released but he was grateful nonetheless. Moloko removed the scarves
that tied
Bob's legs. With his help she pulled his legs and waist over the
footboard of
the bed. She attached leather cuffs to his ankles and tied his legs
off to the
corners of the footboard spreading his legs wide. She then released
his arms
and attached leather cuff to his wrists. She tied them off at the side
rails of
the bed. She went and got the penis gag and shoved it into his mouth.
"Suck on
that for a while sissy boy. We don't want you scaring the neighbors."

Bob was worried. He had been fucked by strap-ons too many times these
last couple of days and to be frank he had enjoyed it. But Moloko's
was much
bigger then anything he had been penetrated with in the past. He was
afraid she
would damage him. He struggled against his bonds and realized that he
could not
stop her. Moloko enjoyed watching Bob struggle as she prepared him for
mounting. Slowly she pulled Bob's pretty pink ruffled panties down
exposing his
ass that still showed bruises from Nadia. Bob quivered as she lightly
and
slowly ran her gloved hands up and down his stocking covered thighs.
One gloved
finger trailed up a satin pink garter that cut deeply into Bob's thigh.
Soon
her fingers were dancing over his exposed ass causing him to wiggle in
his
bonds. One gloved hand wrapped itself around Bob's stiff cock. Moloko
was
happy to feel how excited Bob was, "can't wait for it slut can you?"
Moloko
started to smack Bob's ass with one hand while stroking his cock with
the other.
Moloko stopped stroking all together and rained duel blows on Bob's
unprotected
ass. Soon Bob's ass was bright red and tears were rolling down his
cheeks.
Moloko removed a glove from her hand and lightly rubbed her bare hand
over the
inflamed ass. "Mmmmm, that's nice and hot sissy boy." With the bare
hand she
took hold of Bob's swollen member, "you really do like this stuff,
don't you
sissy boy? You look so pretty for me, you are making me soooo hot. A
pretty
slut like you needs a good hard fucking." Bob shook his head no in
protest.
Squeezing Bob's cock Moloko said, "your head says no but your cock is
saying
yes." With that Bob felt well-lubed fingers invade his ass. Moloko
watched
herself in the mirror as she stroked her cock with a well-lubed hand.

Moloko rubbed her cock up and down Bob's ass crack. Slowly she
nuzzled
the head of her dildo against Bob's anus. Ever so slowly she started
filling
Bob's ass. Bob screamed in pain as the strap-on threatened to split
him open.
After what seemed like an eternity to Bob, he felt Moloko's thighs up
against
his red ass. Just as slowly Moloko started to pull back out. This
went on at a
slow but steady pace. Moloko really loved it. This is the ultimate in
domination. The pain was subsiding for Bob. He could not believe he
was taking
that large dildo Moloko was fucking him with. Moloko increased the
pace and she
was surprised to see that Bob was pushing back wanting it deeper. "You
like
this sissy boy, don't you?" Bob shook his head no, but he knew that was
a lie.
Moloko forgetting that Bob's head of hair was a wig, pulled on his hair
and
succeeded in only ripping the wig off. She tossed the mane aside and
grabbed a
handful of Bob's real hair. "Tell Mistress the truth sissy boy, you
like
getting fuck!" Slowly Bob shook his head yes. "You are my slut!"
Again Bob
shook his head yes. "You are my bitch!" Yes was the answer again.
Bob was her
total whore; she loved it. She felt herself approaching the point of
no return,
so she reached down and started stroking Bob's cock. It didn't take
too many
strokes to pull Bob's trigger. Bob exploded in a violent climax,
screaming into
his gag. Hearing that scream Moloko turned and watched her fuck Bob in
the
mirror. She too exploded in orgasm. As she was coming down she
collapsed her
body onto Bob's back. She felt both of them were breathing heavily and
sweating. Her ear to Bob's back, she could hear his heart pounding
away. She
laid there and felt content. She felt really good. Moloko did not
want this to
end.

Finally she rose up off of Bob unburying the dildo from his ass. She
removed the strap-on and then Bob's gag. Bob flexed his mouth; his
jaws hurt
from the gag. He was staring at Moloko wondering what was next. Moloko
stood
tall and proud in front of Bob, in all her dominatrix glory. "So sissy
boy do
you like what you see? Am I not beautiful?" Bob, afraid to speak just
shook
his head yes. She was beautiful. Moloko mounted the bed and placed
her booted
legs on either side of Bob's head and moved herself down until her
pussy was
below Bob's face. Softly she said, "Worship me." Bob's tongue went to
work.
Bob's tongue had become a very skilled tool over the last few days and
he put
all he had into pleasing this goddess. He loved her musky scent and
was
enjoying pleasing her. All too soon he heard her gasp and felt her
boots lock
around the back of his head. Moloko could not believe she was coming
again.
Bob had become very skilled.

Moloko got off the bed and started undressing in front of Bob. When
she
was completely nude she went into the shower leaving Bob tied to the
bed. While
she was in the shower the thought occurred to her that she should keep
Bob as
her slave. No one knew where he was and her friends wouldn't tell on
her since
they would use him too. Bob would just become another missing person.
She
dried herself and dressed casually. She went back in the bedroom and
sat on the
bed. She stared deeply into her victim's eyes. She reached over to
the
nightstand and grabbed the telephone; she would call Tara and let her
know there
was a change in the plans. Tara was luckily available when Moloko
called. Tara
listened in shocked silence as her friend told her of her intentions.
"You
can't do that Moloko; are you crazy? Bob has a family waiting for him
at home.
What you want to do is wrong and illegal. If you go through with this
I'll
report you." Moloko pleaded for Tara to listen to her. Tara would
have none of
it. "Tara if you tell on me you would get in trouble too." "I know
that
Moloko, but I can't allow you to take my friend away from his family.
So if I
get in trouble that is the price I have to pay to do the right thing.
Moloko
you are my friend right now your head is clouded, but I know you know
what you
want to do is wrong. We all had our fun. Most people don't get to
live out
their fantasies. Don't ruin it; do the right thing." Bob had no idea
what was
going on but he saw Moloko angry and now she was sobbing. "You are
right Tara.
I've got to go or Bob will miss his plane." Moloko, I promise if you
want to
live that lifestyle I'll help you find the perfect slave. Send Bob my
love."
"Tara, thank you for all you have done for me. This has been the best
five days
of my life."

Moloko hung up the telephone and wiped her tears away. She sat there
and stared at Bob for a long time. Bob was not sure what was up; the
telephone
conversation had frightened him. Finally Moloko untied Bob from the
bed and
ordered him to take off his sissy things. Moloko led him into the
shower and
ordered him to get cleaned up. "You don't want to go home messy, do
you?"
Home, Bob thought. She is releasing me? It felt good to hear the word
home.
"Just continue to follow my every order and you will get home safely.
Bob
showered with zeal; he was going home. He dried himself and found real
clothes,
his clothes laid out on the bed for him. Moloko handed him the pair of
pink
ruffled panties. "Put these on. A souvenir to remember me by." The
panties
went on and Bob blushed as Moloko rubbed his cock through the silky
material.
Bob dressed in his clothes. When he was done Moloko tied his wrists
behind his
back with a black silk scarf. She shoved a ball gag in his mouth and
put the
leather blindfold back on him. She led him out to the waiting truck
and tied
him with rope to the wall of the truck. She then loaded a briefcase in
the back
of the truck with Bob and closed the door. Moloko then drove to the
airport
crying to herself on the way.

Moloko stopped the truck at the guardhouse; Molly was inside. "Moloko
where have you been, I was worried about you? Is everything all right?
Why
have you been crying? Did Bob hurt you? "No Molly, everything is
fine. Bob
was great this morning. I'm just sad to have to give him up." "I know
what you
mean. I am very grateful to you and Tara for allowing me to live out
some
fantasies. You better get going or he'll miss his flight. His luggage
has
already been checked in." "Molly, don't forget about dinner at my
place next
Tuesday. Bye." Molly waved the truck through.

Moloko parked at the loading dock and led Bob out of the truck.
Luckily
no one was around and she was able to sneak Bob back into the
interrogation room
where everything started. She removed the gag and blindfold. She put
the
briefcase on the table and told Bob all the information from his
seminar was in
it. Along with his plane ticket, passport and wallet. Moloko told him
one of
the women, whom he serviced, husband took his place at the seminar.
Moloko then
grabbed a handful of his hair on the back of his head and kissed him
long and
hard. When she finally released her embrace she said, "Tara sends her
love."
Bob's eyes grew wide. Moloko laughed at his surprise. "Yes, Tara, she
planned
all this for you." Bob should have known but he was so caught up in
this Tara
never entered his mind after his kidnapping. He smiled in wonderment.
"You
need to hurry or you'll miss your flight. Good-bye my sissy boy. If
you are
any good with knots, you should be able to untie yourself." With that
Moloko
abruptly turned and left the room. Bob was good at knots and was free
in no
time. He shoved the scarf in his pocket. He made it on his flight
just before
they closed the gates.

He had plenty of material to look over on the flight. He needed to
make
sure he knew everything that was at the seminar. His mind kept
drifting back to
the events of the last couple of days. He was scared during his ordeal
but he
truly enjoyed himself. A lot of his fantasies were realized and he had
Tara to
thank. Inside the briefcase there were also photographs of the sights
around
Rotterdam and explanations as to what they were. Then it hit him. He
was in
Holland for five days and the only sights he saw were the inside of the
airport
and the inside of Moloko's house. And he never saw Tara!

During the long flight he also kept getting a whiff of a familiar
perfume. He soon realized it was the same perfume that the woman who
helped
kidnap him was wearing. The same woman who gave him the best ass
fucking he
ever had. He soon realized the perfume scent was coming from him or
more
correctly the scarf inside his pocket. He pulled the scarf out and
inhaled
deeply. Instantly his cock grew hard. And then he knew it was Tara's
scent.

Bob's flight arrived at JFK and once again Bob was reunited with his
luggage. He waited to be processed through customs again. A tall
buxom black
woman came up to Bob and requested his passport. Her eyes cut through
him as
she waited for him to comply. No, this can't be happening here he
thought as he
handed her his passport. After looking it over thoroughly, she roughly
grabbed
Bob's upper arm and ordered him to come with her. "What is this all
about", he
demanded. "Shut your mouth boy, haven't you learned anything?" As
soon as they
were away from public view she flung Bob up against the wall and kneed
him in
the back. Steel cuffs clamped down on his wrists. She had hold of his
arm and
grabbed a handful of hair and pushed him down a hallway. She opened a
door and
flung him on a table. The room looked exactly like the one in which
Moloko
kidnapped him from. He watched wide-eyed as the woman hiked up her
skirt to
reveal a bare pussy. "I hear you are a very good pussy eater. I'm
going to
find out. If you please me I'll let you go. I you don't we made just
have to
hold you for a couple of days", she laughed as she squatted over me.
Just as
her thighs squeezed my head I heard her say, "Moloko sends her love."

THE END.....for now