So no, she was not a happy woman. She sat leaning against the wall, the window above her shining a golden ray of light into the otherwise barren room....She herself was quite dirty. I believed she could be real, a true captive in some old estate, possibly in Europe for all I knew. Everything in the picture said desolation to me. Who could know what vicious secrets were hidden then or today in the remote homes of hunters of humanity?It was one of my favorite memories of my young adolescence, so. Every potential relationship since had failed terribly. Each woman I'd been with either wanted to change me, wanted me to open up about the past too soon into the 'getting to know you' stage, or they were really only into me once they knew how much money I had. And the sex wasn't overly inspiring either. Sure I'd slept with some right stunners. But I was either so far away whilst it was happening or they'd be on another planet whether they were boozed up on alcohol or high on whatever d**g they. "That's quite enough of that. Yes Nicki, I think a spanking is very appropriate, as are a few other punishments as well, but I'm going to need your help. We're working without a lot of the equipment we have at the house, so I'll need you to restrain her."And so it was that Kelly ended up lying down on top of Nicki, facing in the opposite direction. Nicki's torso poked up between Kelly's legs and she'd wrapped her arms around the victim-du-jour's legs, locking her hands together to make sure. Within the haziness or her clouded mind, the tanned woman felt the bug’s tendrils touching her head, but far from feeling frightened, she enjoyed an unconscious anticipation. The insect moved it’s agile antennae to each side of Miranda’s head and pierced both her ears. Immediately, the relentless microwaves reverberated from left and right, colliding in the middle of her brain and accelerating the transformation process. The void in her empty mind was suddenly filled with three words that made.