Elke and Mikki
slept like the proverbial logs. Initially, Mikki had been
concerned that the chains connecting her collar, manacles, and
shackles might make noise as she rolled around on the comfy
mattress and keep Elke awake; but as it turned out... not so
much. They'd both had a busy day (to say the least) and
drifted off to sleep quickly and with no difficulty.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ z z z z z z z ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Up and at it, you two!"
The command had come from Lilly, who was standing in the open
doorway of the guest bedroom. Elke and Mikki opened their
eyes, used their hands (free and chain-manacle-encumbered,
respectively) to clear their tousled hair (blond and Ginger,
respectively) from their sleepy, startled faces, blinked their
eyes (blue and brown, respectively), stared at Lilly, yawned,
and tried to make sense of the world.
Lilly was wearing jeans and a black tank-top (as opposed to the
sexy-dominatrix outfit she'd worn late yesterday), and beaming
at the young house guests. And then, before they could say
something like "Good morning" or "What the hell is happening?",
Lilly turned and padded away. The bedroom door remained
A quick glance at the narrow gap in the mostly drawn drapes
confirmed that it was, in fact, dawn, also...
"Race you to the bathroom," Elke announced, then scrambled from
bed and padded out the door.
"Not fair!" Mikki wailed as she rattled out of bed and did her
best to follow. Her serving chains kept it from being much
of a contest.
By the time Mikki clattered into the bathroom, Elke was sitting
on the throne in mid-tinkle. Mikki affected a grumpy
scowl, stuck out her tongue, then clattered to the washbasin to
wet her face.
The BFFs completed their morning routines (and managed to stop
yawning), then Mikki followed Elke back to her guest bedroom to
watch her get dressed. What with the full set of solidly
locked chains around her neck, wrists, and ankles, Mikki going
to her guest bedroom to get dressed was a
nonstarter. So, having nothing better to do, she watched
as Elke removed and neatly folded her pajamas, then donned fresh
panties and bra... followed by the same jeans and t-shirt as
yesterday. The jeans had only been worn a little, and as
she'd managed not to spill mustard, brat-juice, or beer on her
black "Come to the Math Side" nerd-shirt during dinner, both
were wearable. Elke decided to remain barefoot.
Fully dressed, Elke turned to frown at her BFF. "What are
you staring at? Why aren't you in the kitchen already?"
Mikki executed a perfect smirking shrug, rattling her chains in
the process. "I'm a helpless, naked damsel in chains," she
explained. "You're supposed to drag me from place to
Elke rolled her eyes in disgust (and managed not to
smile). "Dweeb," she sighed, then padded from the bedroom.
Mikki followed as best she could, and despite her shining steel
bonds managed to reach the kitchen only three paces behind her
Donna was busy at the stove, resplendent in tan shorts and
another white blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Abby and
Lilly were seated at the kitchen table, sipping mugs of hot
coffee. Abby was wearing a pair of jeans and a white
tank-top. Lilly was still in her jeans and black
tank-top. The entire household, residents and guests, were
"Good morning!" Donna and Abby chorused in unison, smiling
brightly. Lilly drank coffee and smiled.
"Morning," Elke responded, then padded to the coffeemaker.
"Morning," Mikki added as she made her chain-encumbered and
slightly belated entry.
"Bacon, eggs, hash brown patties, and toast," Donna
announced. The aroma and sizzle of frying bacon confirmed
at least that part of the menu.
"Donna has offered to show you one of our hiking trails," Abby
said as Elke settled into a chair.
"Uh, thanks," Elke said, then took refuge in the dark, delicious
contents of her mug.
By this time, Mikki had her cup of coffee and was
settling into her chair. "That sounds like fun,"
"Not you, Dweeb," Lilly chuckled. "I promised you
a tour of my workshop, remember."
"I thought I was 'Little Red,'" Mikki pouted, mildly peeved by
Lilly's change of her nickname. She then shifted her glare
at Elke. "This is your fault."
Elke smiled, her blue eyes sparkling behind her glasses.
"My work here is done," she said quietly.
Abby, Donna, and Lilly erupted in laughter. Mikki
continued pouting and glowering (and blushing). Elke
sipped her coffee in smug triumph.
Lilly smiled at Mikki. "No hiking for you, today,"
she purred. "You're not getting out of those chains that
Mikki continued pouting. Donna continued cooking.
Abby, Lilly, Elke, and Mikki continued sipping coffee and
waiting patiently for breakfast.
Elke had been
warned that hiking might happen, so she'd packed
appropriately. An hour after breakfast she emerged onto
the main deck wearing Kletter-style hiking boots, thick wool
socks, khaki cargo shorts, a long-sleeve, sun-protection shirt
in a pretty shade of ocean-blue that more-or-less matched her
eyes, a tan, floppy "booney hat" with a wide brim, and her REI
day-pack (in "Frosted Meadow" green). The boots were a
little scuffed and her hat and day-pack showed visible
wear. Clearly, Elke was not a tenderfoot hiker.
The others were waiting. Abby, Lilly, and Mikki's costumes
were unchanged, but Donna had changed into hiking boots,
coyote-brown cargo shorts, a very pretty, long-sleeve
plaid shirt in a mix of greens and brown, and an oat-tan,
wide-brim, cowboy-style hat. Her nylon day-pack was also
from REI and was two shades of gray. The degree of wear
suggested Donna was a veteran hiker.
"Water?" Donna inquired.
"Check," Elke grinned.
"Full charge on your phone?"
Abby pointed to a zip-lock bag with two sandwiches, several
granola bars, a banana, and a red apple. "Your half of the
"This is a lot," Elke noted as she loaded the food into her
"Be prepared," Lilly quoted. "If your guide—" She
nodded at Donna. "—gets eaten by a bear, you might have to
spent the night under the stars. Always bring extra food."
"Point taken," Elke nodded.
Abby stepped forward and planted a kiss on Elke (who blushed in
response). "Have fun, Little Blue Eyes," she purred.
Lilly was next. She also kissed Elke's lips. "Don't
do anything I wouldn't do," she said, smiling into Elke's
"I think that's my line," Elke responded. Her
slightly worried gaze was focused on Mikki.
Abby, Donna, and Lilly laughed. Mikki smiled at her BFF in
gratitude. Elke continued blushing.
Mikki stepped (clattered) forward and kissed Elke as well.
"I'll be fine," she promised.
How Mikki could say that, Elke had no idea. "This is
nuts," she muttered. "You're nuts."
"I'll be fine," Mikki reiterated, then took a step back.
Abby kissed her spouse, Lilly smiled and waved at her big
sister, and the hikers shouldered their packs and stepped off.
Those remaining behind watched and waved as the hikers descended
the trail down into the valley. Donna and Elke paused to
wave one last time as they paused at a turn in the trail.
Abby, Lilly, and Mikki waved back, then the hikers continued
forward and were lost from sight.
Abby kissed Mikki's cheek, then smiled at Lilly. "Play
nice, or I'll give both of you a spanking," she purred, then
spun on her bare heels and padded back into the house.
Mikki gazed at Lilly (with the appropriate degree of
Lilly gazed back for several seconds (with the required evil
smile), then shook her head, grabbed hold of the vertical chain
just below Mikki's collar, and led her away. "Don't try
and seduce me, Dweeb," she chuckled.
"It was worth a shot," Mikki whispered under her breath.
She wasn't at all happy her informal moniker was now "Dweeb," as
opposed to "Little Red," which had been kinda cool, like she was
a younger version of her cousin Abby. When Elke got back
from her hike, Mikki decided she'd beg her to try shifting the
balance back in that direction. Or, if by that time she
was finally out of her chains, she'd tie up Elke and tickle her
until she complied. Going all villainess on her BFF was
unlikely, of course, as Elke's Wounded Pout of Profound
Disappointment was more or less Mikki's kryptonite, but she
resolved to find some way to regain the Little Red pet
Workshop was a standalone outbuilding on the same side of the
mansion as the driveway and garage. The Modern
architecture and materials used matched the mansion and other
With Lilly's hand still clutching the vertical chain of her
steel restraints, Mikki clattered across the threshold and found
herself in a large... workshop. Yes, Lilly's Workshop was
a workshop. Go figure.
Anyway, Mikki wasn't big on do-it-yourself culture, but even she
was impressed. There were worktables, machine-tool
workstations, rolling tool cabinets, a welding rig, racks of
metal stock (rods and sheet metal), similar racks of wood stock
(plywood sheets and cut timbers). And set back in a small
office behind a glass wall Mikki could see a utilitarian desk
with a comfy office chair and an impressive computer. The
very faint aromas of sawdust, hot metal, and lubricants hung in
the air. There was a little clutter on the work
surfaces, but the floor was swept and there were no signs of
sawdust or grime. Lilly ran a taut ship, so to speak.
Also, scattered about were what Mikki suspected might be
works-in-progress, most of them shrouded by dust-cloths—and
prominent among the not shrouded objects was a tall,
rectangular cage of steel bars. Its base was about
two-foot square and its height maybe... six-feet?
Lilly noticed Mikki's interest (meaning wide-eyed terror),
strolled to the cage (taking Mikki with her), and swung open the
door. "As you can see," Lilly explained, "this thing isn't
quite finished. I need to grind and polish a few of the
welds, move it into the sand-blasting chamber for a full polish,
then into the spray-booth for its undercoats, color-coats, and
final clear-coat. The result will be black... or maybe
dark gray. I haven't decided."
Mikki gazed at the cage's decidedly cramped interior with naked
horror (literally naked, not counting her chains).
"It's already fully functional, of course," Lilly
added, spun Mikki around so they were face-to-face, then pushed
her into the cage, closed the door with a clang, pulled
out a key ring, selected and inserted a barrel-style key in the
lock set in the door, and gave it a full turn.
"Lill-yyyyy!" Mikki whined. The cage was just as
cramped she thought it would be. She was able to tuck her
elbows against her ribs and raise her hands just enough to
clutch the bars of the closed and locked door. She had no
choice but to stand upright with her bare feet on the cage's
smooth steel base. Mikki supposed she could slump
against the sides, if she so desired, but would remain
more-or-less fully erect, regardless.
Lilly pocketed her keys, then pointed to the office beyond the
glass window. "I have a 3-D printer in there I use to
fabricate plastic prototypes of the more complicated parts so I
can test them out and fine-tune the design." She smiled
brightly. "Isn't that great?"
"Uh... yeah," Mikki muttered. "Great."
"Such enthusiasm," Mikki chuckled, then strolled to one of her
works-in-progress that was covered by a dust
cloth. She grabbed the cloth, turned to smile at Mikki,
then whisked it away.
Mikki heart started pounding, her stomach fluttered, and her
eyes popped wide. She had an excellent view of the
object revealed. It was several seconds before she found
Lilly waited patiently, a broad (wicked/gloating) smile curling
"Lill-yyyyy!" Mikki finally whined.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Lilly sighed, shifting her amused gaze
from Mikki to the object in question.
Mikki knew exactly what she was looking at: a "John
Arguably, the stand was a variant of the classic medieval
"Horse" torture device, and had been unleashed on the world's
imagination in the pages of Sweet Gwendoline and The Missing
It was a vertical steel post with a pair of rigid ankle-cuffs, a
"saddle" that was actually a thick strip of steel with a row of
wicked saw-teeth on its top edge, and a curved steel plate
studded with short spikes was welded to the back of the
saddle. A damsel unfortunate enough to find herself
straddling said saddle with her ankles locked in the shackles
would have no choice but to stand over the saw-teeth with the
plate's spikes poised to punish her butt if she moved! And
depending on how the height of the saddle/plate had been
adjusted, she'd be be trapped somewhere on a continuum from
standing perfectly still so as not to prick her crotch and/or
her heinie—all the way up to riding the saw-teeth in
It was designed to be a cruel predicament, forcing the damsel to
adopt the pose imposed by the stand and her bondage (whatever
that might be), and require her to stand perfectly still.
It could be used for actual torture, of course, but
Mikki was sure, in her heart of hearts, that while Lilly was
definitely a Top, but not a true sadist.
Mikki stared at the Willie Stand for several long seconds...
while Lilly smiled and assessed (savored) her naked prisoner's
reaction. Finally, Mikki licked her lips, tore her gaze
away from the stand, and focused on Lilly. "Uh... we need
to talk about a safe word."
"Safe word?" Lilly purred.
Mikki swallowed. "Yeah, I'm supposed to have one. A
safe word is—"
"I know what a safe word is, Dweeb," Lilly
chuckled. "What makes you think you need one?"
"Oh... gee... let me think," Mikki mumbled, then shifted her
worried stare back to the Willie Stand.
"I'm still calibrating your tolerance levels, Mikki," Lilly
explained. "But don't worry. I'll grant you a safe
word before we start playing on a regular basis."
Mikki nodded absently as she stared at the stand. Truth be
told, the saw-teeth of the saddle didn't look all that sharp.
They were more rounded and dull than anything else, probably
unable to saw through their way through anything more
substantial than a block of jello. Also, the butt-plate
spikes looked more uncomfortable than dangerous. Would
riding the damn thing with her full weight on the edge of the
plate be painful? Hell yes! Given her
druthers, Mikki would just as soon give the entire exercise a
Suddenly, Lilly's last statement registered, her eyes widened,
and her jaw dropped. "R-regular basis?"
Lilly stepped close to the cage, reached between the bars and
gently clutched Mikki's chin, then pulled her forward until they
could kiss... and they did.
Mikki thought it was very sweet, or would have if she
wasn't so terrified (and conflicted). "B-b-basis?" she
stuttered when Lilly released her chin and took a step back.
Lilly smiled. "Big Red has something she'd like to discuss
with you, Little Red."
Mikki blinked several times. "Abby?"
"Yes," Lilly chuckled. "Abby." Her blue eyes focused
on the workshop's main doorway. "Speak of the devil."
Smiling her beautiful (quirky) smile, Abby padded into the
workshop, still wearing the jeans and white tank-top she'd worn
to breakfast. (No bra, pokies, and panties status
unknown.) The Lady of the Mansion padded to Mikki's cage
and mimicked Lilly's actions, meaning she cupped Mikki's chin,
gently pulled her young cousin's face to the bars, leaned close,
and planting a warm kiss on Mikki's lips.
"Oh, Mikki," Abby purred, "You look so beautiful in
Lilly's new cage, all naked and in chains and helpless. I
believe if it had been possible for John Willie to see you like
this, he would have made Sweet Gwendoline a redhead instead of a
blonde." She released Mikki's chin and padded towards
Lilly and the stand.
Mikki licked her lips. "Uh... thanks?"
"Laying it on a little thick," Lilly drawled, "don't ya think?"
"Not at all," Abby purred, then pulled her tank-top over her
head and handed it to Lilly. Next, she unzipped, pulled
down, and stepped out of her jeans, then handed them to Lilly as
well. The panties question was now resolved. Abby
hadn't been wearing any, and now she was gloriously nude.
Lilly carried Abby's clothes to a nearby workbench, folded them
neatly and made a stack, then returned. "You sure you want
to go through with this?" she inquired.
"Quite," Abby answered, then stepped onto the two-foot by
two-foot square of boilerplate steel that was the stand's base,
and gingerly (pun not intended) eased herself onto the
saddle. More precisely, she eased herself over the
saddle and stood on tiptoe with her pussy hovering just
above the saw-teeth. Obviously, the stand had been
adjusted to exactly the "correct" height.
"Okay, but just remember," Lilly purred as she knelt and locked
Abby's ankles in the shackles, "I'm doing this under protest,
and only because you're ordering me to do it."
"I'll keep that in mind," Abby chuckled, smiling at Mikki.
Mikki gazed through the bars at the spectacle of Abby straddling
the Willie Stand. Her older cousin was... Glorious!
There was no other word for it! Stunningly beautiful in
only the way a redhead (like Mikki) could be stunningly
beautiful, curvaceous, fit, with a peachy-pink complexion (like
Mikki), and a glorious mane of ginger curls and pretty
brown eyes (like Mikki)... Glorious! Mikki
was impressed, as well as relieved that the victim of the stand
was Big Red and not Little Red. Also...
What the hell is going on?
Meanwhile, Lilly had strolled to a cabinet, opened its door and
reached inside, and was now returning to the stand with a
generous coil of coyote-brown, 3/8", braided nylon rope!
Mikki swallowed nervously (on Abby's behalf) and watched as
Lilly released the retaining hitch, found the center, and
readied the rope for use. It really was a
generous coil, so this took a while. A lot of delicious
preliminary slithering, sliding, and flopping was involved.
Abby, still directing her dimpled, gorgeous smile and sparkling
green eyes in Mikki's direction, folded her arms behind her back
in the classic box-tie position and waited patiently.
Her preparations finally complete, Lilly set to work.
When the proverbial dust settled, Abby was box-tied; however, it
wasn't a "standard" box-tie with her forearms horizontal and her
hands clutching their opposite elbows. Nor was it a
"sadistic" box-tie with her folded arms raised past the
horizontal and her wrists crossed and lashed against her spine.
Abby was in a "reverse-prayer" box-tie! Her hands
were palm-to-palm with her fingertips at the level of the nape
of her neck!
Mikki already knew Lilly was a competent rigger, but she was
truly impressed by the grinning brunette's dexterity and speed.
A total of six horizontal, individual, brown strands of braided
nylon were neatly stacked above Abby's shapely breasts, with six
more neatly stacked horizontal strands below. Also, eight
horizontal strands encircled and constricted Abby's waist with
corset-like tightness. The waist-bands seemed to be there
to act as a lower anchor for the tie, although, in Mikki's
limited experience, waist-ropes were generally part of a
crotch-tie and not a standard box-tie element.
Unfortunately, the majority of the hitching and cinching action
was taking place behind Abby's back. Fortunately, however
(with respect to curiosity, anyway), Lilly was maintaining a
running commentary. The Prisoner of the Cage suspected
Abby had ordered Lilly to further her education.
"It's important to maintain uniform tension," Lilly
lectured. "You do this with repeated use of the finger
test..." She slid her right forefinger under the ropes
below Abby's breasts, her knuckle nudging and lifting the
breasts in the process.
Mikki was sure Lilly nudging Abby's lower boobs was pure
happenstance, of course.
"It's also fun," Lilly added.
Okay, maybe the boob-nudging was gratuitous,
Mikki mentally conceded.
"But most important of all," Lilly lectured, "is to have the
final composition firmly fixed in your mind, so you know when to
allow temporary slack..." She cinched the ropes yoking
Abby's shoulders (causing her to flinch). "And
when to take it in... and by how much."
All the action was happening behind Abby's back and her body
(and boobs) were blocking Mikki's view, but as far as Mikki
could tell, Lilly was also binding Abby's hands, thumbs, and
pressed-together forearms, making them a part of the box-tie.
"I'll try and make sure you get a good look at this from all
angles when it's time to let Big Red off the stand," Lilly
purred. It would seem she'd noticed Mikki's craning neck
and obvious interest.
Mikki was worried on Abby's behalf. Reverse-prayer bondage
might be photogenic, but she was sure it had to get
very old, very fast, no matter how flexible and fit the bindee
might be. "Lilly," she whined quietly (but loud enough to
be heard). "Please don't hurt her. Please?"
"Oh, such a sweet girl," Abby sighed as she beamed at
Lilly rolled her eyes, strolled to a nearby workbench, and
returned to the stand with a ball-gag.
Abby stopped smiling. "Lilly!" she scolded. "Don't
Mikki blinked in horror. The ball was apple-red, at least
two inches in diameter, and Lilly had buckled its inch-wide
black leather strap tight enough to make Abby's rosy cheeks bulge.
All things considered, it looked to be a quite effective
gag. Also, Lilly had made sure none of Abby's glorious
ginger locks were trapped under the strap. Mikki
approved. Aesthetics are important.
Abby might have agreed with Mikki about aesthetics, but she was
not happy. "Mrrrrr!" she complained, staring angry
daggers at Lilly.
Smiling and not at all concerned by Big Red's obvious ire, Lilly
strolled to Little Red's cage (her hips swinging in what Mikki
considered to be a sexy and/or scary manner).
Mikki stared at Lilly with worried brown eyes, trying not to
think of herself as a goat staked out as a Tyrannosaurus rex
"Now," Lilly purred, "Abby has something she'd like to discuss
with you. If you want out of this cage before sundown,
you'll be respectful and pay close attention."
She leaned close to the bars.
Mikki realized Lilly's intentions and leaned close as well,
without thinking. Lilly kissed her lips. A thrill quivered
between her legs. Lilly's lips were soft.
The rest of her was not.
"Well, things to do," Lilly purred, then turned and strolled
towards the workshop's side door.
Mikki stared at the departing Lilly in disbelief—shifted her
gaze to the Abby, who (of course) was still up on her toes,
straddling the Willie Stand, box-tied, ball-gagged, and
naked—then back to Lilly. "Wait!" she yelped.
Lilly paused and turned back. "Yes?"
Mikki nodded at Abby. "The gag?"
Lilly smiled. "You want one too?"
"What? No!" Then, Mikki realized Lilly was
messing with her (in oh-so-many ways) and affected a Neutral
Pout (so as not to earn herself additional punishment).
"Abby can't tell me what she wants to tell me if she's gagged,"
she observed (desperately hoping Libby wouldn't reward her
temerity with some horrific torture).
Her smile never wavering, Lilly strolled to Abby and the
stand. "I knew I was forgetting something," she chuckled
as she parted Abby's tousled red locks, unbuckled the ball-gag,
then re-buckled the strap on its first hole. "Like I
said," she chuckled as she spun on her bare feet and strolled
back towards the door, "things to do."
And with that, she was gone.
Mikki stared at the closed door... then shifted her gaze back to
Abby. She was just in time to witness the conclusion of
the epic battle between Abby's jaws, lips, and tongue and the
oversize rubber ball plugging her mouth. The glistening
red ball dropped, bounced on Abby's chest once, then hung there
by its strap, like some truly ugly fashion accessory.
"That girl!" Abby huffed as she worked her jaw and licked her
"It was mean of her to gag you," Mikki said
solemnly. Lilly was gone, so she felt safe about
expressing her opinion of the Evil Brunette's recent perfidy.
Abby smiled. "Of course it was mean," she chuckled, "but
when you're the Top, you're the Top. You get to
decide what's mean and what's nice. Of course, a good Top
has detailed knowledge of her Bottom's limits, and always acts
accordingly. Gagging me was a prank, mostly for your benefit."
"I thought you were the tip-top-Top around here," Mikki stated.
"Oh, I am," Abby, chuckled, "which is why whenever I allow
myself to sample life as a Bottom, Lilly takes full advantage.
It's okay, she knows I'll punish her for it... at some point."
"Of course," Mikki said quietly.
"Anyway," Abby continued, I was wondering, Mikki..."
"Do you like it here?" Abby inquired.
Was it Mikki's imagination, or was Abby a little nervous... and
blushing, just a little. "Oh yeah!" Mikki
answered, and she meant it. "Not in this cage, of
course, or down in the basement, but in general?
Yeah! The landscape is a little dry, but you've got a really
nice place, Abby... upstairs, anyway. So... yeah."
"Thank you," Abby smiled.
"Oh, and you're being very educational," Mikki
added. "I like education." She rattled her cage,
metaphorically. Lilly's new cage was too solid and well
constructed to rattle. Mikki's chains, however, did rattle.
"Actually," she said in a near whisper. "This cage is
impressive, and I've only seen a little of what's
downstairs... so... anyway... yeah."
"Well," Abby continued (and Mikki decided she was definitely
blushing, just a little), "I'd like to suggest that your
search for a place to live and write might be over. Stay
here, Mikki. Stay with us."
Mikki blinked in surprise. "What about a job? I'll
still need a job."
"Help with the chores and I'll give you a generous allowance,"
Abby smiled, "and Lilly keeps yapping about how much she needs
an assistant to help in the workshop. But don't worry, I
told her I'd allow her to hire you only if she pays you
on a salary commensurate with your contribution to her
"The workshop?" Mikki started blinking again. "This
workshop? I'm not all that... handy."
"You'll learn," Abby chuckled. "And I'll make sure you
have plenty of time for your writing."
"Don't give me your final answer right now, Mikki," Abby said
with a warm smile. "Talk it over with Elke when she gets
back from the hike. Talk it over with Donna and Lilly, as
well. Take all the time you need to make up your mind."
Mikki nodded, again.
"And I have the perfect room you can move into," Abby
added. "It has a big desk for writing and one of our best
views of the mountains. I'll show you as soon as this is
Mikki nodded, yet again. Obviously, "this" referred to her
being naked, locked in serving-chains, and incarcerated in a
tall, cramped, newly constructed steel cage, as well as Abby
being naked, straddling the Willie Stand, box-tied, and with a
ball-gag dangling around her neck. "And when will that
be?" Mikki inquired. "When will this be over?"
Abby's dimpled smile widened. "Whenever Lilly decides it's
over. She's the Top, remember?"
Mikki sighed, shook the bars of her cage (which were still rock
solid and immovable), and rattled her chains. "It's kinda
hard to forget." she muttered.
"Delightful," Abby chuckled.