Two small rings pierced each one. "I too am a slave here, but I was chosen by the masters to help orientthe new slaves. I receive some special tr...atment, but not much. And sometimesthey single me out for some really vicious treatment." As she spoke the womanuncuffed Jessica and removed the gag. Jessica rubbed her sore wrists andmoved her jaw, trying to get the kinks out of it. "Why am I here? Who did this to me?" "You'll find out when it's time to find out. Until then, you are in. Inside the basement is divided into two sections. We are standing in the smaller of these. There is nothing here but a small wooden stool. The two areas are divided by bars. That side is the cage side. The bars are thick and close set and the door is heavily bolted. In the cell is an old rather decrepit looking bed and a heap of blankets. On the floor was Byron's dinner, an uncooked leg of beef. Edgar must have brought it down while I was getting Byron.He walked into the cage and I shut the. He felt a tightening in his loins and then clamped down on his imagination as he remembered this was his daughter.But he couldn't deny she suddenly looked like a woman."Daddy!" said Mandy as she realized what he was doing. She tried to bat his hands away and he held her hands in his."Sweetheart, you're going to catch pneumonia if you don't get dry and warm"."I know, but... I'll do it" she said. She moved her fingers to the buttons down the front of her soaking nightgown but couldn't manipulate. I wasnt sure if he had orgasmed with me, but at the moment I couldnt care less, I was too winded to think about him getting off. I couldnt even give some tort quip at calling me a baby. He knew that I would cry at how good he could make me feel and he would always make fun of me for it. If I hadnt been out of breath at the time I would have told him that 15-year-old teenage girls are not babies. My father chuckled at me dryly. A weird, monotonous laugh that I had always hated about him. I.