EXTRACT FOR
Rachael Reborn
(Kay Nyne)

"That's a nasty scrape," he continued, "Best to get it disinfected pronto. Why don't you wait a moment, I've got antiseptic in my bag."

Rachael glanced down and suddenly noticed the barnacle scratches across her hip and ribs. Where the current pushed me against the rocks. The cold sea water had numbed the pain but now small trickles of blood mixed with the water on her skin.

"It's not as bad as it looks," she said quietly, "But thanks for your concern!"

This is surreal she giggled inside, I'm standing here, completely naked in front of three total strangers and it feels the most natural thing in the world.

"Let me look," the third fisherman insisted as he fumbled in a dark green canvas bag, "You have to be careful, those cuts can get infected so easily... a few seconds of cleaning now could save a hell of a lot of pain later."

"I like pain." Rachael said without thinking, "But okay, if you have something to clean me."

I like pain? 

What the hell made me admit that?

It was something that she had barely been able to admit to herself. How she had loved the sting of the whip when Adam had beaten her, how she had hidden her orgasm the time that he had struck too hard and raised a wicked welt across her breasts that seeped blood. 

Adam had almost cried he was that apologetic, and in her utter confusion Rachael had been too stunned to tell him it was okay, and why didn't he hit her again... but twice as hard.

"So you like pain!" the fisherman chuckled softly as he dabbed an antiseptic soaked handkerchief against the deep scratches that cut from her hip across to the shaven vee of her pubis. "Interesting!" He pressed hard against the deepest scratch and noted when Rachael winced.

"I didn't mean to say that," she replied quietly, "I meant to say that I have a high pain threshold, so it doesn't bother me that much."

"Really?" he looked up into her eyes as he tipped more disinfectant onto the cloth, "A high tolerance, that's interesting, so this isn't stinging now?"

"Of course it stings," she replied as he pressed hard against the smallest of scratches that ran onto her mound. "It stings but it doesn't hurt."

Now this is really crazy she groaned as she fought to keep the arousal from her expression. Here I am, naked on the rocks as a stranger touches my pussy.

"Give me that bottle!" the first fisherman was suddenly at her side brandishing a small wad of white material. "I'll clean her ribs."

Rachael shuddered as another hand pressed against her body, all embarrassment had gone, she was caught up inside an experience straight out of fantasy. How many times in life did events lead to such a situation? The current, her nudity, the scratches, the fishermen blocking her path back, the fact that they were bold and had antiseptic? All a chain of crazy coincidences? Maybe she decided, but such scenarios usually happened only once in a lifetime, if that often, so she was in no hurry to bring the experience to an end.