Little Red's blue eyes flew open, and then her head began to slowly shake from side to side: "No! Oh no! I know what you want, but please..." her voice broke into what sounded like a sob, "don't make me say that...don't make me do it...please...I don't...I can't!"

"No safe word," Sam thought to himself, "so no mercy." Aloud he said: "What a nasty teasing little tart you are, Little Red. If you know what I want, you must have done it. I bet you've done it a lot, haven't you, you little whore? Remember I was listening to your little confession. You begged to suck the Woodsman's cock; now...