Kurz Weber laughed and joked with the girls while keeping
up his phony cover. Though, this did become harder after the
seventh, and consequently eighth, drink. He tried to push his
glass away, but Ms. Kyoko Tokiwa smiled and poured him
another the moment she saw his it was empty.

"No, really ladies, I must go. Thank you for such a glorious
evening!" he said with his fake accent.

The three parted ways outside the restaurant and went in
three different directions. Little did Kurtz know what the
night had in store for him.

As he walked past a light post near the park, he felt a sharp
sting to the back of his neck before his world went dark.

He woke with a start, but the lights still did not come back
on. He could feel his arms chained above him that kept him
suspended with his legs collapsed beneath him, a hard
rubber vball strapped into his mouth, and the leather
blindfold buckled around his head. The blonde struggled for
a few seconds before shifting to his feet so he could asses
his situation.

"I NEVER SAID STAND!"

Weber felt the sharp sting of a bamboo cane against his
calves and he collapsed again. His grunts filled the air before
silence overtook them again.

'Okay, I'm naked and chained. Who is this? Her voice . . . I
kinda' know it.'

"Naughty little foreigner. You thought you could just come
and play in my country like a care-free little schoolboy, didn't
you?"

'Wait, it can't be.'

"You should know that bad girls like me are lurking around
every corner here. And we love eating up little boys like you."

She then proceeded to thrash him mercilessly about his back,
thighs, and buttocks as he squirmed against his chains. She
let him settle down again before she continued her play. She
ran a leather-gloved finger along his spine and blew into his
ear while he caught his breath.

"I'm going to let you worship me a little now. I'll see what I
want to do with you after that."

She let some slack into the chain so he could fall to his knees.
Once in place, she sat down in a metal folding chair and
crossed her right leg over her left. She rubbed the toe of her
thigh-high leather boot against his cheek.

"What are you going to do, baby-boy?"

Reluctantly, Kurtz lightly pushed his cheek against her boot
and stroked it up and down.

'Okay, Kurtz, just turn on the charm and play along. She can't
do anything too crazy. She has to let me go eventually."

"Good boy," she praised before giving him two light,
approving taps on the back with her cane. He gradually
worked her legs apart and managed to rub his cheek against
the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Mmmm, I might just keep you for a little while. You don't
have to leave too soon, do you?"

Kurtz froze, but slowly returned to his gentle ministrations.
He very slowly worked his way to her warm center and
stopped just short of touching her most special place.

"Good, you know your place. Now I want you to make my
outfit shiny." The girl reached behind his head and released
him from the gag that kept him silent. She gently pushed two
fingers into his mouth and pumped them in and out. "I want
your tongue all over my leather, understand?"

Kurtz nodded and stuck his tongue out so he could begin
licking her palm. He moved on to her other fingers before
kissing and licking down the long, full-length glove, to her
still-covered elbow. Once he finished her first glove, he
moved to her other hand and repeated his performance.

"Good, my little lost boy." She stood, turned around, and
buried his nose in the middle of her butt. "Keep going."

He let out a soft moan as he continued. Over the next
several minutes, he licked, kissed, and sucked his way over
her light purple leather body suit. By the time he made his
way to her boots, she was sitting in her chair again. He licked
the toe of her shoe as she pushed down on his head with
the heel of her other thoroughly shined boot.

Once she decided he was finished, she pushed him down
onto his back and straddled his face. He grunted as she
bucked and ground against him until she reached a small
climax. She crushed his head between her thighs as she rode
her way down from her orgasm.

"Good boy," she moaned.

She climbed off him and collapsed to the floor beside him.

Kurtz could only hear her soft, sweet, heavy breathing. After
composing herself enough to sit back up, she placed a hand
on his chest before speaking to him again.

"Thank you," she cooed, "I guess I should do something for
you now. You've been hard this whole time, haven't you?"

He felt her firm leather grip close around his shaft and begin
stroking him up and down.

"No, I'm not going to add any lube. Rough stuff probably gets
you off, doesn't it?"

He settled into her steady rhythm and began bucking against
her.

"You are turned on by this; you dirty pervert."

Kurtz stopped thinking about what was happening and
decided to enjoy the situation he found himself in. His
breathing became heavier and his pulse quickened with each
stroke she gave.

"Oh, yes . . . I'm going to tease you, but I don't want you to
cum. Do you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Yeah . . . Hold it . . . Are you excited? Do you really want to
cum?"

"Yes."

"You're so playful. Now I'm going to stroke you slowly; up
and down . . . up and down . . . don't you dare cum."

She delicately stroked him with one hand while circling the
head with the fingers of the other.

"Hold it," she encouraged with a breathy whisper.

He whimpered as she stopped to massage his testicles.

"Good boy . . . I said hold it and you did. Do you feel excited?"

"Yes," he gasped.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," he answered a little louder.

"Answer me! Do you like it?"

"Yes!" he screamed.

"Too loud," she said playfully before pushing the gag back in
his mouth. The girl did not bother to clasp it around his head
since he bit down and held on furiously.

"Now, hold it. Don't cum," she ordered. "Hold it . . . hold it . . .
hold it . . . is this torture for you? I love it. Hold it, hold it, hold
it . . . good boy."

Kurtz strained against her unrelenting touch, but managed to
hold himself together.

"Now! Do it now! Cum for me, baby boy!"

The blonde screamed from behind the gag as he gave in and
shot a thick rope of semen into the air. Each subsequent
burst was weaker and weaker, but the girl did not stop her
ministrations and, in fact, sped up; working the boy into a
frenzy.

"Are you sensitive? Does this hurt? I love it!"

Kurtz's screams slowly became a pained and tears welled in
his eyes as the girl reduced him to a dithering pile on the
floor; she only stopped when his body went slack in the
chains. His captor kissed his cheek and pulled the gag away.

The girl cleaned him up a little and poured a big shot of
whiskey down his throat. He coughed a little, but she waited
for him to relax and continued giving Kurtz his medicine.

"I have to keep your buzz going," she giggled.

After three more shots, she gave him one final strike with
the cane.

"Now, all of this will be a nice memory. You will never talk
about it again and you will never try to find me."

She wrapped her arms around him from behind and
whispered into his ear.

"This was all a pleasant dream, my little lost puppy. When
you wake up, get dressed and go home."

That was when Kurtz felt the sharp sting from the Tazer
again.

He awoke in a dumpster with his clothes resting in a bag
right on top of him. Very slowly, he put them on and made his
way back to the team headquarters.

Kaname and Kyoko sat at their desks waiting for their first
class to begin.

"So that guy that last night was pretty weird."

"Yeah, he was pretty weird, I guess."

"You don't think so?"

"He was . . . interesting."