“Looks like we have a blossom,” Helen remarked, taking note of the plant she had gifted me. I smiled. “Where ya been?” I inquired. “San Fran...cisco,” Helen replied. “I had to finish out some old business. Why? Did you miss me?” “Yeah,” I replied, “It’s just not the same without you here.” “We should trade phone numbers to keep up with each other,” Helen remarked. I agreed. I wrote my number on a scratch pad and stepped over to her porch. Helen handed me a business card that read 'Helen’s Garden.'. She slowly became aware of why her nose itched. She was lying face down on grass. Naked. Her hands were tied together, and tied to a post in the ground. As she tried to move she realized that her ankles were also bound, although they weren't tied together like her wrists. In fact, they were bound so that she couldn't move her legs together. There was something around her neck. It was stiff, like leather, not tight enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to notice that it was there."Damn,. Big tits and no tongue to talk back.” He smiled and cut open her the laces of her corset making her tits fall out.“Shit. This no look good horse. We stay out of it. No need to get self killed. They no pay me if I get killed.” I shook my head.“Now where going to take you both aboard and your going to show me how sorry you two are. Over and over again. You do a good job and we might throw you off somewhere close to shore.” He sneered.“Fuck.” I shook my head. “Flea. Go die now. Remember me horse.”. “Where should I start?” He questioned under his breath. I was too petrified to say anything, or even move. I kept my eyes shut tight praying this would all be over soon. Still holding my shoulder with one of his hands he started caressing the side of my face with the other one. He wiped at the tears running down my face and muttered, “Now that’s a good girl, be still.”Then I felt his lips on mine. Soft a first, laying gentle kisses on my lips. I stood as still as possible hoping that if.