"Welcome, my dear friend! You must be Isabel. My name is Mickey" She jumped, catching her breath. This was not a pleasant voice. This was no savior. "...ou don`t know who we are and why we are here. And you probably would like to know. I will tell you, all in good time. But first some simple facts: You are now our property. You no longer have a will of your own. How does that sound??She couldn’t utter a single word. How could she with her mouth taped? ?Well then? the Mickey said ?Since you are. Sister Lucia donned such clothes as there were quickly, and with some relief; then she sat and ate the bread and cheese and drank the tea eagerly, as she had not eaten for some thirty-six hours.Some time after that, the servant appeared again, and put an admonitory finger to her lips. Evidently there was a rule of silence in this establishment, at least between the servants and the inmates. Obeying the servant's gestures, Sister Lucia followed her along a corridor and was directed through a. Nibbling harder now her breath grew more rugged, he looked up to see the list on her face, her lips pouted lightly, her face flushed red, she smirked down at him, and as she looked him in the eyes she brought his hands up to her mouth, taking one of his fingers she gently licked it, lightly kissed the top her tongue slid across it, he felt his groin tighten, she knew what she was doing to him and she loved it. She was now gently sucking it her tongue working as she did, he groaned still looking. Ned circled her, examining his female mate without touching her. She was lithe, muscular and short, her head only reached Ned’s shoulder. Ned stopped behind, running a finger slowly down her spine. She shivered, revealing her high sense of anticipation. Ned rummaged beneath the table and retrieved two sets of cuffs: wrists and ankles. Kiki politely raised her hands before her, offering both wrists for cincture. Ned circled the bands in place. Each was a leather strap, buckled in place and.