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{\title Not Gouda, Not Tonight }
{\author Alexander Polsky}
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\f0\fs24 \cf0 Not Gouda, Not Tonight \
(c) 2000 Eiffel Crisp\
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If Kathy had found her way to the Rijksmuseum, none of this would \
have happened. \
\
But on the way to see "The Laughing Horseman" she managed to take a \
wrong turn, down past the Oudekirk, and one or two wrong turns later \
Katherine Scott Warren, -the well-coiffed, well-dressed, well- \
manicured, on the Stairmaster at 9.30, lipstick a shade of pink that \
was only very subtly different from the color of her lips-blonde hair \
pulled in a pony tail pulled tight with matching grosgrain ribbon, - \
that Katherine Scott Warren, was staring through a plate glass window \
at what was, if not Amsterdam's most diverse collection of sexual \
appliances, then representative of a wide range of human sexual \
_expression, and consequently more varied than one might encounter in \
daily life in Grosse Pointe. \
\
But it did happen, and while her husband Mike spent the day at the \
Schiphol Airport Conference Center, evaluating wiring harnesses and \
brakepads at "Eurocomponent 2K", Kathy did spend perhaps longer than \
one would have thought likely regarding the assortment of leather \
chaps, anal distenders, friction gloves, vaginal clamps and nipple \
jewelry. \
\
And first, wrinkling her nose and making appropriate blushes of \
revulsion-- out of force of habit, as there was no morning audience \
to approvingly note her distaste, she felt herself becoming wet. That \
was the problem; she knew it. She shouldn't give in to these \
things . . . well, there was the very chaste ivory vibrator she kept \
by her bed, and her long morning cums . . . but that was miles \
removed from these dildos, great things in all colors, veined and \
detailed, looking very much like the vandalized statuary of the \
ancient world had deposited its Herculean castrations here in an \
Amsterdam sex shop vitrine. \
\
She turned with a start as slurred voice spoke to her. . .in what \
language she couldn't say. He looked like a junkie of some sort, and \
she hustled on, her lizard shoes pattering out a staccato click-click \
on the cobblestones. Around the corner, a tout loafed by a sign and \
when he called to her, bidding her come see a "sexy show". . .well, \
for some reason, perhaps her fear of the tramp, perhaps the warmth in \
her belly, she turned down the narrow stairs. \
\
The tout, a little man with a droopy mustache seemed just as \
surprised as she that she had accepted his offer. . .blurting out the \
entrance fee of 75 florins, he opened the door for her and led her to \
a narrow theatre. It was dark, and the air was heavy with the prior \
evening's smoke. A pervasive smell of sweat clung to everything, \
exhaling from the upholstery as she sat back into her seat. From her \
spot, perhaps three quarters of the way toward the back of the \
theatre, she could ponder her madness in a comforting shadow. Who \
were those lumps in the seats forward-- men, she supposed, and men \
she would rather not meet. What if one of them saw her, raped her? \
Heat ran into fear as she bundled up the courage to bolt from and run \
to the street. \
\
A small shudder in the velvet curtain. The little man again, \
announcing for the sparse audience "Rex Nubis" \
\
The curtain parted, revealing a cheap stage set-- perhaps a middle \
school production of "Caesar and Cleopatra"? - complete with papier \
mache Sphinxes (mysteriously, there were two) and a vaguely \
hieroglyphic backdrop. \
\
Kathy was ready to go. This promised to be awful. If only she could \
get out, get back to her hotel, everything would be just fine, this \
morning's insanity would disappear like forgiven sin. . . \
\
And then she saw him. A black man . . .not like she knew. Not brown, \
not chocolate, not African-American-- a black man with skin like coal \
and eyes that shone like brilliant beacons. He was bare chested, his \
head and body equally hairless,\'ca and as he moved, his muscles \
rippled, glowing under the sheen of oil. His lips parted slightly, \
revealing bone white teeth. He put his hands to the belt of his long \
billowy trousers, and released them. \
\
And what she saw next fixed Kathy in her seat. A huge penis, long and \
jutting out at a perfect right angle to its bearer. The African \
turned this way and that, so that his audience could admire its \
length, and perfect solidity. And then he lay back on what was \
perhaps meant to be a palanquin or altar, his jet erection pointing \
straight up. \
\
From offstage, two small men emerge, one of them the ubiquitous \
droopy mustache. They are dressed in what is a hopeful approximation \
of Egyptian costume. But what draws Kathy's interest is what they \
lead at the end of the eight foot leather tethers. . .a young woman, \
arms bound behind her back, with a collar drawn by these leashes. \
\
She has blonde hair, that spills over her shoulders in a golden wave, \
and is wrapped in a robe of some shiny manufacture. \
\
"Hier Marijka!" shouts droopy mustache, as he pulls the robe from her. \
\
And standing there, in the cold light, is the most beautiful, most \
vulnerable girl. Big face, with broad high cheekbones, and slightly \
slanted eyes-- slightly Mongol, like a Russian or Ukrainian. Her full \
lips slathered with a fiery lipstick, her breasts large and firm, her \
hips swollen and feminine. \
\
She regards the African, his giant erection rigid and vertical and \
her eyes widen. \
\
Her handlers give the leash a tug, she lurches forward. Kathy \
squeezes her legs together. How degrading! To be brought here, before \
an audience, like cattle. A slave brought before an audience, forced \
to abase herself, to reveal herself as nothing more than another hot \
slit. . .Kathy adjusted herself in her seat, leaning back and easing \
into the chair. \
\
Again the handlers pull and "Marijka" resists, giving a shout and a \
cry, finally on her knees, plaintively looking for assistance that \
does not come. \
\
Droopy mustache yells something at her and she is drawn to her feet. \
\
He pulls her over to a railing that is perhaps waist high. Her head \
and shoulders are pulled across it, her arm shackles are buckled to a \
rope from overhead that is then tightened. She is pitched forward, \
her bottom face back to the audience. \
\
Her tormenter takes a short leather crop, and delivers a flurry of \
blows to her buttocks. Kathy watches with astonishment, and feels a \
familiar wetness creep into her loins. She looks over her shoulder-- \
is anyone behind her? Will anyone notice if she were to pull up her \
skirt and slip two fingers inside her panties? \
\
No, the shadows in the front are quiet. She hikes up her skirt \
slightly, and slides a finger under the elastic legband of her \
panties. There, just there. \
\
The girl's bottom is leathered by her tormenters, twisting under the \
lash, Kathy guiltily exults over the little shrieks. As her bottom is \
colored and heated by the crop, Kathy feels the shame of her wetness \
seeping down. Her panties will smell with it; to avoid staining her \
skirt she sweeps it up in behind. . .she wonders about all the semen \
that's been spilled on this very spot . . .a seventh grade girlfriend \
once told her she could get pregnant this way -- or more or less, the \
whipped slavegirl not being a part of the story at the time. \
\
And Marijka is being whipped, reduced to tearful evasions with her \
bottom. She twists and turns, hoping to avoid the punishing leather, \
but cannot. She is sweating, and the whipping stops. \
\
The men handle her crudely from behind, droopy mustache spreading her \
lips wide to show his comrade, who squats down for a better view.\'ca \
And Kathy watches with a special fascination, the degradation, the \
humiliation of a fine young girl. She is on display, her vulva and \
anus objects of curious sport, her bottom a welted cushion.\'ca Kathy \
should get up, call a stop to this-- that is her PTA instinct \
speaking to her. But something else is as well, something about the \
rhythm of Marijka's hips under her beating; something about the \
sudden shriek and the flash of her shocked and frightened eyes as one \
of her tormenters decides to explore her bottom, something ancient \
and distant. \
\
How can she watch another woman humiliated so? The thought creeps \
through her head as the two little men essay a greasy black anal \
plug, consult, and then noting the girl's apparent capacity, try a \
somewhat larger one. \
\
It occurs to her then, that she might like such a thing. This thought \
does not come completely unbidden. Her Hanro panties are by now \
sodden and pushed down, a circlet around her lizard shoes. A busy \
finger is massaging her clitoris, stopping only every so often for \
insertion into her now lubricated cunt. \
\
"How does it feel?" is the thought that comes bidden by her \
masturbation. How does it feel to be bare-ass naked, tied over a \
trestle, whipped, handled, exposed to an audience?\'ca Shameful, yes, \
but anything else? Marijka exists only to be spanked, displayed, \
spread, and penetrated for prying male eyes . . .nothing but \
a "fucktoy", thinks Kathy, as she imagines herself for a moment, just \
for a moment, bent and spread, handled by dirty little men. . . \
\
Marijka is released from her trestle, and made to stand above the \
African. Oh this is too much. . .thinks Kathy as he hand becomes a \
blur. The girl is pulled down, impaling herself on the rigid black \
shaft. She moans and winces at the size of it. And then the girl \
looks out at the audience, and begins to pump her hips on her rigid \
pinion. \
\
She moves and writhes, rather like a rider posting on a fine horse, \
Kathy thinks. . .where do they get such men; the African is stock \
still, rigid and unmoving. As Marijka rises, Kathy can watch the pink \
folds of her cuntlips drag upwards along the phallus, fascinating \
Kathy with the slick trail of shiny wet they leave. \
\
Kathy looks up and for a second, meets her gaze. . .it shouldn't be \
possible; the stage is lit, and the little hall is dim. But Marijka \
sees her, their eyes lock.\'ca Kathy, demure and blonde, Marijka naked \
and debased. And for that second, thinks Kathy, she knows. The girl \
knows, somehow, as her mouth curls up slightly into a smile . . .a \
smile that disappears as Kathy squeezes shut her eyes and brings \
herself to explosive relief. \
\
That afternoon, Kathy disappoints her husband Mike when she tells him \
that she needs to get a little more shopping done and is going to \
stay in Amsterdam tonight, missing the \
Conference's farewell dinner . . ."but darling", he says \
plaintively, "we're all going to Gouda.. . \
\
And then: "You wouldn't want to miss the Festival of Cheese, \
Holland's famous for it". \
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A moment's pause. \
\
"I'd love to go, I really would . . .I'll have something to look \
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\cf0 forward to for our next trip, then, won't I?"
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