=-= Part 1 - Jessie =-= "Bye Jessie, see you back here at 6." "Bye Jeff, remember everything I told you to do." I hop into my red Ferrari and drive away. Today I want to go to a new beach, relax, and work on my tan. Sam Browne, from last night recommended it. He said, "The people are friendly, but generally mind their own business. Some are dressed, some topless, some completely nude. It's very low-key, not many tourists. You might even see a couple making love. Nobody minds unless they're too noisy." It takes less then half an hour and I park within easy walking distance. There's a shaded path so I remove my sandals and cover-up. I only take a water bottle, suntan lotion, and a blanket. It's a beautiful beach with white sands and only a few seashells near the water's edge. There's virtually none of the trash you so often find on American beaches. I walk along the water's edge allowing the sea foam to swirl around my feet. I casually notice people in various states of undress. Those who frequent nude beaches become blase about nudity in a very short time. Out of the corner of my eye, I see several heads turn, noticing me. What they see is a leggy blonde in a red string bikini. A woman needs the right clothes to look really sexy. I stretch once or twice to tease them. My hair is a dye job, but few people can tell. My eyebrows are quite light and my armpits are shaved. Of course, I shave my pussy regularly so I can wear the sexy thongs that I favor. It barely covers me in front and there's only a thin strip of material traveling up the crack of my tight ass. There are two ties, one on each side. I have to exercise at least 30 minutes a day to maintain my 23- inch waist and 35-inch hips. My perky 34C breasts are high on my chest. My bikini top just barely covers my fat nipples. They poke out through the material even if I'm not excited. When I turn on the charm, It's a sexy package that most men find irresistible. It's rare that I can't "bag" one that I find attractive. My men must be attentive and obedient if they want to keep my favor. I don't hesitate to apply "discipline" if they step out of line. Using my sensuous assets, I know how to maintain control over a man. It only takes me about 15 minutes to find a relatively isolated spot. There are two groups of people about 50 yards away, but they seem preoccupied. I shouldn't be bothered. I stretching out my blanket on the sand. With one pull on the front tie, my bikini top pops open, freeing my 34Cs to be warmed by the sun. I shrug out of it then rub suntan lotion on all my exposed skin. I have to pay particular to my breasts. They're pale compared to the rest of me and I certainly don't want them to burn. After today, I shouldn't have a visible tan line above the waist. Leaning back, I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the ocean. It's very relaxing. Before long it lulls me to sleep. =-= Part 2 - Beach =-= I dream of a small slimy fish. He's playfully wriggling between my legs. Something is tickling my pussy. It must be the little fish. He swims up and down my slit, rubbing against the sides. I catch glimpses of his beauty as he stops for brief moments to tickle me with the tip of his hot slimy tongue. Then he dances away, letting me see every color of the rainbow reflected by his shiny, shimmering scales. The iridescent light seems to flow into my skin. Such a nice fish, such a pretty fish, giving me such nice feelings. I don't want to move or make a sound. That might scare the little fish away. I dream of a breeze making my nipples tighten. They start to tingle pleasantly as if calling for the little fish to come and rub them. The little fish ignores them. He prefers my slit because it is warm, wet and likes to be tickled. The little fish keeps swimming up and down my slit, rubbing against the sides. The tickling makes the sides of my slit start to swell and become even more ticklish. The little fish starts to swim faster. It makes the nice tickling increase. I can feel the power and love of the little fish exciting me and filling me. He makes me feel so special, so important. I want to return his love and tenderness. My feelings for the little fish grow and grow until I feel them flowing out of my slit like a warm tide to bathe the little fish. He must like it because he starts doing ever more wonderful tricks, flips and jumps, always rubbing against the sides of my slit. What a marvelous little fish he is. I dream of a lighthouse, growing from the top of the slit, where the sides end. The little fish likes it and swims all around the lighthouse. That makes the flame from the lighthouse get hotter and hotter. The lighthouse is even more ticklish then the sides of my slit. The little fish begins to lick the lighthouse with his hot slimy tongue. It becomes very hard to keep still and quiet. I start breathing faster, my hands ball into fists, I grit my teeth, to stop from moving or making a sound. I think the little fish likes teasing me. Suddenly the little fish grips the lighthouse between his lips. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moan unable to keep quiet. The heat from the lighthouse is burning the little fish and me. I try to be brave like the little fish. He doesn't run away, but starts sucking on the lighthouse. "Aaaaaaah," I gasp, unable to remain still. I try to rub against the little fish. I need to feel more of his hot slimy tongue on my wet slit. My legs spread wide, opening my slit for the little fish, hoping he will swim inside. . "Pleeesssee," I beg him, but he just keeps sucking on the lighthouse. I try to move the lighthouse away, but the little fish follows it everywhere. He keeps sucking and sucking and won't let go. He has me trapped. I hear a roaring in my ears. It's the sound of a tidal wave building. I can feel its tremendous energy inside me. My slit pumps up and down, but that only makes the tidal wave build faster. The tidal wave is coming closer and closer. I'm held in place. The little fish is so strong. I'm bound helplessly to his magic lips. The tidal wave builds and builds. The lighthouse begins vibrating with its power. The tidal wave is approaching quickly. I'm afraid of it. It's coming now. I can't escape. The roaring in my ears grows louder, deafening. Almost here, it's burning, Burning, BURNING, ... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," I scream at the top of my lungs drowning under the impact. Slowly, awareness returns. My eyes flutter open. I'm awake. The sun is high in the sky. What an incredible dream. My arms and legs feel like they weigh a 1000 pounds each. I'm exhausted, but I can't remember feeling so completely relaxed, content, and fulfilled. "Oooooooooh," I moan feeling a stab of arousal between my thighs. It's a man sucking my pussy! He must have untied and removed my string bikini bottom while I slept, leaving me naked. Drained by that unforgettable orgasm, I'm weak as a kitten. He easily holds me down while continuing to lick and suck my sensitive flesh. My arousal grows by leaps and bounds. I start to feel dizzy. Who is it? Could it be Sam Browne from last night? Did he set me up? I can't tell with his face still buried between my thighs. I'm still too weak to even lift my head. All I can see is the broad muscular back of a powerful athletic man. His deep tan and brawny physique is just what I'm usually drawn to. It could be almost anyone, perhaps some beach bum wandering by that thought I look like a luscious tidbit or some crazed mass murder that will slit my throat when he's done using my body. I'm flustered and confused. How could he take me so easily, turning my body's desires against me? He humiliated me. With a few touches, I became a writhing slut, his dirty sex-toy, and his nasty whore. Looking around, many people are watching us attracted by my scream, but they don't think to interfere. I'm intensely ashamed of myself. We probably look like two salacious exhibitionists making noisy love on a nude beach. I feel exposed, like a stripper giving a sex show to in a cheap theater. It's so embarrassing. "Aaaaaah," I gasp, feeling a spasm in my pussy. The exposure and the humiliation are turning me on. What kind of sick deviant am I? I dread the possibility that he could mount me in a second. Slide his hard cock into my defenseless pussy. Sopping wet from my climax, it would offer no resistance. Then he'd begin fucking me. "Ohhhhhh," my pussy shivers in anticipation. My aroused body prepares to welcome him. It's ready to be fucked. There's nothing I can do to stop him. Is there any way to end this degradation? My chest is still heaving. My nude tits tremble with growing panic as they rise and fall. Their pink nipples have turned a deep red, already hard with growing desire. I try to catch my breath so I can scream, "STOP HIM! HE'S RAPING ME!" I manage to lift my head a few inches. I watch his hungry sea- green eyes. They drink in my helplessness, my vulnerability. Between the soft mounds of my quivering tits, I see my assailant has short sandy hair. It's definitely not Sam Browne, but he looks familiar. Can he be a stalker, hunting me like an animal, waiting until I was most vulnerable to strike? I feel a stab of fear. If that's true then he could plan to drug me or kidnap me and keep me locked indefinitely in a basement as some sort of personal sex slave. Wordlessly, my eyes plead with him, "Please stop. Let me go. I won't tell anyone. Don't humble and humiliate me like this. Don't turn me into your whore." His rapacious eyes answer, "No you horny slut. What you want is meaningless. You're helpless body is under my control. I'll use it for my pleasure and force you to covet more. I laugh at your feeble resistance." I've almost recovered enough to scream. As I take a deep breath, his head dives back between my legs. His mouth fastens on my hot, wet pussy. "Nooooooooohhhhh," I moan feeling molten heat flare between my legs. My head drops back down. In a moment, my hips start pumping again. I try to fight the incredible feelings. That only makes them more uncontrollable. Grabbing my ass tighter, he pulls my pussy against his maddening lips. I have to surrender to the overwhelming powers he's unleashed in my body. Between gasping breaths, I can only whisper my plea, "Ohhhhhh, please stop, aaaaaahh, not again, ooooooh, can't stand it, aahhhhh, drive me insane." Ignoring my words, his touch demands total dominion over my body. He forces me into carnal submission. My flesh writhes under the assault of his slimy tongue. His hot lips start sucking my clit again. I feel a second tidal wave, no orgasm building. It will be infinitely greater then the first. I'm terrified. Its molten heat will incinerate me. "Aaah, Aaahh, Aaahhh," I gasp continuously, wheezing for breath, I've lost the power to speak again. He's a devil who knows just how to drive me into a mindless sexual frenzy. I feel the tidal wave coming closer, closer. I can't stop it. My hips thrash wildly, trying to drive his demon tongue into my pussy. "Noooooooooooh," I wail feeling his sucking lips shift away from my clit to my pussy. The climax is so close. Another few seconds would have been enough. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moan as his hot slimy tongue plunges into my welcoming cunt. In and out, in and out, it moves. My hips jerk upward trying to force him deeper. My big tits dance nakedly on my chest. I feel my climax receding like the tide. I slap my sides in frustration. This is more terrible then anything else, being denied the release that my body is screaming for. "Ooooooooooooh," I pant as his starts licking and sucking my clit again. The tension quickly rebuilds inside me. I feel like a pressure cooker ready to explode. It builds and builds, even higher then before. My head jerks from side to side, whipping my long blonde hair about. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moan. The roaring in my ears is deafening. I feel it. Growing nearer, nearer. I want it. I must cum. Terrified of the unimaginable power, I know it will destroy me. I don't care. I need it. It's coming closer, closer. Almost here ... "Noooooooohhhhhh," I wail feeling his demon tongue return to my pussy. He's toying with me. Playing with me like a yo-yo. Bringing me to the brink or orgasm and then pulling me away. Every nerve in my body howls in frustration. I feel my mind cracking. Drool dribbles from the corner of my mouth. My hands lift to my tits and start to rub them, hoping for the stimulation I need to achieve release. I feel his head lift and hear his commanding deep voice. "Beg for it like a hot dirty bitch," He demands, growling in a low base timbre. My eyes open in surprise at his words. In horror, I see a dozen people standing nearby watching my debasement and humiliation. Stripped naked before them literally and figuratively. Writhing like a bitch in heat. The ignominy of that moment fills me with shame, yet I can not tear my hands away from my tits. I'm frantic, desperate, and insane with the need for release. I don't care about my much-valued pride or self-image. Tears streaming down my cheeks I beg, "Pllllllleeeeeaaaaaaaseeee, help me, let me cum." Pitching his voice so only I can hear he commands, "Louder you filthy slut, scream it out like the foul mouthed whore you are, beg to be fucked like a hot bitch!" "Aaaaiiiieee, Aaaaiiiieee, Aaaaiiiieee," I cry as he begins stabbing at my clit every few seconds. Each time a lightning bolt sears my flesh making my body jerk savagely like a rag doll. It doesn't matter that I'm being raped, played like a guitar, or used like a dirty rag to vent his animal drives. I don't care if the watchers think I'm the most depraved basest vulgar whore. I'm ready to do anything, say anything if he'll only let me cum. "AAAIIIIEE! LICK MY DIRTY SLUT CUNT! AAAIIIIEE! SUCK MY CUM COVERED CLIT YOU BASTARD. AAAIIIIEE! WHIP ME! FUCK ME LIKE A HOT BITCH AAAIIIIEE! THEN REAM MY ASS AND AAAIIIIEE! I'LL BLOW YOUR HARD COCK UNTIL AAAIIIIEE! YOU COVER ME WITH YOUR STICKY SCUM!" "Again! Louder!" he orders, stopping his attack to savor my utter surrender. "LICK MY DIRTY SLUT CUNT! SUCK MY CUM COVERED CLIT YOU BASTARD. WHIP ME! FUCK ME LIKE A HOT BITCH THEN REAM MY ASS AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HARD COCK UNTIL YOU COVER ME WITH YOUR STICKY SCUM!" With my last word he dives back between my legs to attack my clit. The tide rushes back. I feel the irresistible energy of the tidal wave reborn just beyond. My debasement and humiliation make it a 100 times more powerful. My hips thrash spastically. My fists pound my flanks. Long manicured fingernails dig into my palms, drawing blood. I revel in the pain. Wordlessly, I beseech my conqueror, "I submit. I beg. I plead. Don't snatch it away again. Let me surrender to you. I'll be your slut, your whore, your slave if you only let me cum." There it is again. I feel it. Coming closer, closer. I need it. I don't care if I'm consumed in the explosion. I must cum. All my thoughts center on my cunt. I am a cunt, desperate for release. The blinding power and ... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," I scream and scream. A nova blast incinerates my loins. My brain explodes. It goes on and on. The flesh is seared from my bones. I yearn for oblivion. Finally, My mind dissolves. Sightless eyes roll up into my sockets. Everything goes black. =-= Part 3 - Taken =-= Sluggishly I think, "Where - am - I - ?" My head is jerked to the right ... "Who - am - I?" ... then the left ... "What's happening?" ... then the right ... pain explodes in my cheek ... "Stop!" I cry. Once more the man slaps my face. I feel the fiery imprint of his hand on both cheeks. "The bitch is finally awake." He declares. "Bueno, I get her cunt first." "I want her ass." "I'll use her mouth now, but I want her cunt next." Still weak, disoriented, I don't have time to clear my head, before the first guy removes his shorts, lays on a blanket and pulls me down on top of him. "Nooooooohhhh," I wail as his rock hard cock impales my cunt. It's still wet, so he slides halfway in immediately. It feels like a telephone pole between my legs. "Too big." I whine. "You're gonna be fucked by a man sized cock, chica." Lifting me by the hips like a doll, he moves my body up and down on his cock. In a few moments, my cunt adjusts, forced to accept him. "Oooooooohhhh," I moan when my thighs slap against his belly. His cock is lodged against my cervix. It's at least 10 inches and very fat. "Next," he calls. My lips are pried open and a second cock is rammed into my mouth. "Suck it good chica, if you don't want me to rip you a new asshole." "Fearing what he means, I rub my tongue all around it, trying to wet it with a thick coating of my saliva. Impatiently, he pulls out and calls to the others, "Bend the slut over." He moves behind me and with no preparation pushes his hard wet cock against my little rosebud. Using my hips for leverage he uses all his power to ram his way in. "Ooooooooooooh," I moan feeling his cock force it way past my sphincter, deep into my ass. He starts thrusting, pushing aside the muscles in my rectum. In three strokes he's buried to the hilt. It must at least 8 inches, maybe nine. "This whore has had it in the ass before, but she's still nice and tight." He says. The last one waves a knife in front of my eyes and then placed against my throat commanding, "Open your lips, cunt." I obey, letting his meat plunge into my mouth. He's the shrimp of the group, only about 5 inches. The knife moves down to my right breast then he threatens, "If I feel any teeth I cut off your nipple, comprende?" My mouth is filled with his cock. I can only nod. "If you want to live after we're done fucking you chica, you better give us a good ride, Si?" Again I nod and begin to suck, being very careful to put my gums over my teeth. The other two begin sawing their cocks into me. I try to move my hips back and forth, at least pretending to enjoy it, but I'm still tired from my last unbelievable orgasm. It all rushes back to me now, the beach, the little fish, the helplessness, the degradation, and the erotic intensity. But, how did I get here? Why am I being fucked? Slowly, the haze lifts from my brain, but it's not easy to think while being speared by three cocks at once. I try to split my mind. Part concentrates on moving my ass to keep my assailants happy. The other part tries to figure out what's going on. From the glimpses I catch, I think there are only three, probably brothers. Spanish heritage, they're about 18 or 19 years old and very athletic. Any one of them can probably break me in two. I try looking around as much as I can. It appears that I was taken from the beach to an isolated stand of trees. There are no traffic sounds, but I can still hear the ocean in the far distance. Even screaming, I doubt that anyone will hear me. My empty water bottle is on the grass. They brought my blanket. It's beneath me. My clothes are nowhere to be seen. Neither is my sandy-hair "little fish". I must have passed out on the beach, my mind overloaded by the intensity of my climax. Did the "little fish" fuck my unconscious body? Did he empty his seed into my unresisting cunt after forcing my surrender? He obviously departed when he was done with me. He left me on the beach, exposed and vulnerable. Isn't what's happening now his fault? Unconscious, naked, and alone, it was probably easy for these three to carry me away. Maybe they wrapped me in the blanket to minimize questions asked. Who knows what story they told people? It's possible that nobody even realizes that I was kidnapped. So I can't count on anybody looking for me. Jeff won't call the cops until well after 6 o'clock and they won't do anything for 24 hours after that. I'm on my own, cut off. There's nobody to help me. Now, I'm naked and helpless, being fucked by three strange guys at once. Perversely, I find it exhilarating. "What a depraved libertine you are." I chide myself, "After the obscene way you acted on the beach, you deserve to be treated like a whore." "Pay attention, Bitch!" The one in front of me reaches down to pinch my nipples hard. "Oooowwww," I wail around his cock thinking, "I must have gotten distracted." I start rocking my hips again. I feel so stuffed. My body welcomes the invaders in my cunt and ass. I feel my inner muscles caress them. The combination of pain and powerlessness is beginning to turn me on. It makes me feel like a depraved slut. Isn't that what I called myself on the beach? It's hard to remember. These boys probably decided to see if I am the hot bitch that I claimed to be. If they didn't do it then I'm sure somebody else would have. How could they resist after seeing me writhing obscenely like a wanton whore? But these guys are much more dangerous then the average beach bum. They won't be content with a simple fuck. If I can't please them or if they think I'll rat on them, they'll probably slit my throat. My fate, my life lies in my mouth, cunt and ass. I'll do whatever is necessary to survive. I have to satisfy their animal passions, become their sensual dream girl. I can't hold back or they'll kill me. They have to believe that I love whatever they do to me, no matter how degrading, degenerate, or perverted. I need to let myself go, release all my dark fantasies of being bound, tortured, and raped. This is a challenge that will test my skills to the limit, but I'm confident. I know about creating fantasy. Having decided what's necessary, I begin immediately. My fingers lift to caress my own turgid nipples. Erotic images fill my thoughts. I feel myself getting hotter and wetter. Every way I move a hard cock pierces my body. The four of us begin to synchronize moving as one great fucking beast. I start moaning around the cock in my mouth. Hands grip the back of my head, trying to drive it deeper. I relax my throat and swallow until my nose is buried in dark pubic curls. His musky scent fills my nostrils. My sucking lips caress the shaft. My tongue tickles the sensitive underside of his manhood, tasting its flavor. My fingers reach up to caress the hairy balls. The power of their thrusts increases, as growing waves of arousal wash over us. I feel like a tiny leaf in eye of a hurricane of lust. Assaulted from every direction, I feel the approach of my own orgasm. I try to hold it back so at least one of them cums first. More would be better. Then through my tongue, I feel a familiar tremor. "Yyyyeeeeeeaaaaa," Yells the one in front. The cock in my mouth shoots it's hot load down my throat. I manage to swallow most of the cum, but some dribbles down my chin onto my tits. The cock is pulled from my mouth. Still twitching, it shoots again into my face. The excess of cum drips onto my belly. I feel my control slipping. The depravity is electrifying. My cunt and ass clamp down on the other intruders, milking them until they begin to jerk and spray into my loins. That pushes me over the edge. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," I scream as loud as I can, drowning out the triumphant shouts of my ravagers. I stretch it out until my lungs are empty. Once spent, we collapse onto the blanket, with me sandwiched between. When their softening cocks are finally removed, I feel the cum leak out of my holes and run down my ass and thighs. I wonder at the strangeness of the situation, "Why do I feel so empty without their cocks in me? What is happening to me? Am I really turning into a horny bitch? Is the actress becoming the role?" "That was fantastic chica, you really are a great puta, a natural whore. Maybe we'll keep you for a few months." "They're trying to scare me," I think, so I pretend to shiver in fear. Inside, I'm smiling in the knowledge that these words are the best sign that I will live out the day. Since they are young guys it doesn't take them long to recover. They switch positions so each can use me a different way. Twice more they fuck me, filling every hole. Both times, I am able to satisfy each of them and myself. It feels amazing to be fucked by three hard cocks at once. A total sexual experience to have ever hole filled. My own orgasms are genuine, but don't compare to the intensity or satisfaction of what I experienced on the beach. The most difficult moment is having a 10-inch cock rammed down my throat. I keep gagging until I am finally able to relax my throat muscles enough to accept that huge meat. That's not easy when you have a razor sharp knife pressing against your breast. "Look at the dirty slut." I'm covered in cum from head to toe. The ones who didn't demand I lick them clean used my hair to wipe their slimy cocks. Both my hair and body are caked with their seed and my own dried juices. It is getting dark now. The time for my critical performance is drawing near. "What do we do with the cunt next?" "Hey man, I don't know about you, but my prick is sore." "Mano, I know what you mean, what a vigorosa puta, fabulosa." Rolling on by back I spread my knees wide, displaying my well used pussy, cum still oozing out. In a low sexy voice I plead, "Please, I've never been fucked like that before. I want to stay with real men like you. Keep me with you. Let me be your whore, your puta." "It's late and we got business, chica. No more time for a puta, but if you want to get fucked again by real men then be back on the beach next week. We'll see you and give you what you need." "Hey man, you said no witnesses." "Don't you question me mano, or I'll cut off your balls and make you eat them." "I say the cunt earned her way." "You're right, mano. In fact, we should pay her like any good puta." Laughing and joking they leave me after stuffing a $20 bill in the crack of my ass. "$10 payment for a natural puta," said the leader, "the other $10 for the blanket," which they took. I paid $50 for it. Stinking like a whorehouse, filthy, exhausted, but exultant, I tell the setting sun, "I did it. I survived." Naked and alone, I walk towards the sound of the ocean. It only takes about 20 minutes to find the beach. In the fading twilight, I see I'm not far from my original spot. Skinny-dipping in the warm waters, I work to get all the sticky clumps out of my long blonde hair. Finally, I feel reasonably clean. I promise myself, "I'll still take a hot shower when I get home." It's dark by the time I leave the water. There's no way to find my bikini. Another $100 lost. The breeze feels cool on my bare skin. It makes my nipples tighten. They feel sore, but not as much as my abused ass and pussy. I shiver thinking, "It could have been much worse. They'll feel better in a day or two." I walk back to my car using the parking lot lights to guide me. It opens with a combination pad. I get dressed in the spare clothes that I left in the back. "Damn," I snarl, "I forgot to pack a bra." I haven't eaten since this morning, not counting all the cum that I swallowed. My tongue licks my lips, still savoring the salty taste. I'm starving. I stop at a fast food place to get a salad at the drive through window. The pimply teenage attendant gapes at my tits. Without a bra, they're easily visible through my shear white halter top. In no mood for such nonsense, I lift my eyes, prepared to stare him down until he looks away. Suddenly, I feel a hot flash deep in my cunt. Despite my soreness, an image of being fucked by the teenager and two of his buddies fills my thoughts. I lower my eyes, submitting to his rapt gaze, feeling my nipples harden in response. I drive away after receiving my salad, sneering at myself, "Shameless slut, you even arched your back to give him a better view. Was that just a momentary impulse or have the day's events truly changed me?" =-= Part 4 - Home =-= When I open the door, Jeff looks up from the couch. His face is a mixture of concern and relief. "Are you OK? You're almost three hours late. I would have come after you, but you said ..." "I'm fine and I don't want to talk about it. I need a hot shower first and a massage." In the shower, Jeff's strong fingers rub the tension out of my neck and shoulder muscles. Finally, I feel myself truly relaxing. I turn so that my nipples brush against Jeff's broad muscular chest. I feel them crinkle. Reaching down, I grasp Jeff's cock. It's already rock hard. "You didn't cum today, did you?" "No." "Too bad." "Perhaps not." "It must have been difficult." "Very." "Were you aroused?" "Incredibly." "But you remembered my instructions." "Always." "Did you forget how to address me when I'm holding your cock?" "No." "So you `forgot' on purpose." "Yes." "Because you knew how much I'd want to whip you tonight." "Yes, mistress." I look into his sea-green eyes, reaching up to tousle his short, sandy hair, "That's why I love you, Little Fish."