Lucia grinned shyly up at Angelo as she licked his cock clean of the residue of his fluids. With a fatherly pat on her cheek, he guided her up out of his lap, and began to redress himself. He took one last lustfully satisfied look at Lucia's naked body as she re-wrapped herself in her blanket, and smiled contentedly as he recalled the earth-shattering orgasm she has just brought him to.
"And now that we have had our pleasure, bella, I must attend to business." Angelo announced with a wry grin of disappointment. "I wish that I could spend eternity with you and your luxurious body, but alas, work beckons."
Lucia stood in the centre of the room, unsure of what she should do, or where she should go. She wondered if in his mentally addled state, he would leave her alone, giving her the chance to escape. Despite her enjoyment of sucking him off, she was under no false impressions about the likely end this night, and had no intention of going willingly into an early grave. To her disappointment, Angelo went to the door and beckoned, calling for Giovanni.
When his lackey arrived, Lucia overheard Angelo giving him quiet instructions. "Gio, lock her up in the bathroom... separate from the boy... be gentle." The last part she caught had a severe finality in his voice.
Gio nodded and strode towards Lucia confidently. "Get into the bathroom." he said, his voice a low rumble.
Lucia meekly led the way, holding her blanket tightly around her body. She shivered in the slightly chill air, and hoped that she would find a way to escape the bathroom once she was left alone. When she entered the bathroom, she paused at the sink and leaned over, cupping her hands under the water flow to take a drink. She rinsed her mouth, trying to remove at least some of the acrid and salty aftertaste of Angelo's cum from her mouth. Gio looked on with a mocking grin.
"I'll bet the old man's cum is pretty potent." he mused. "The old guy probably hasn't cum since 1985! HA!" he guffawed at his own joke.
Lucia sincerely doubted that was true, but his cum had been very potent; something she had noticed in a few older men she had sucked over the years; as if their cum became more concentrated over time. She spat one last mouthful of water into the sink, and then moved to sit on the toilet, perching on top of the seat.
"That's a good girl, now hold still." Gio commanded, producing several zip ties.
With a surprising speed and dexterity, Gio fashioned two sets of shackles, one for her ankles and the other for her wrists, and zipped them into place. So much for escape, Lucia thought to herself.
"Fuck, Ang doesn't have bad taste though." Gio said as he manhandled her body in to position to be tied.
Lucia quickly realized where this line of thinking was headed, and shot Gio a dagger-like stare. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your hands to yourself. I'm Angelo's property." Lucia announced, hoping to nip his ill intentions in the bud.
"Is that so?" Gio demanded. "Oh, well then, I guess I better be careful huh?" With a mocking laugh, Gio suddenly reached out and pulled down the front of her blanket where it covered her chest. "Nice tits hunny." He said with a grin.
"Hands. Off!" Lucia exclaimed, near tears.
"Listen bitch, you're going to shut your fucking mouth, or I'll stick my fist in it and claim you were trying to escape. Angelo is busy with work, and you're going to do what I fucking tell you." Gio emphasized his statement with a sharp slap across her face, not hard enough to leave more than a pink cheek, but enough to mentally alert her to his violent temper.
