"She rolled off the side of the bed, took my hand and led me down to a big room with sliding doors. "This was the dining room," she said, gesturing at...the many ceiling to floor windows with their heavy drapery. "Now it's his torture chamber."Several cabinets, locked, stood along the walls and the only furniture was a huge sideboard and a collection of leather chairs and small tables, about the size of card tables. "He brings his friends here for cigars, brandy and me."I looked at her,. She looked in her late teens or early twenties, and he licked his lips; she would be the prettiest girl to date. Of course, this wasn't the first time he had done this. In the last six months, he had attacked in Carlisle, Manchester, Skipton, Hull and Nottingham; his nomadic existence meant that his attacks were never linked and five separate police forces were chasing him.They were never going to find him, he was sure of that. He ensured that he always wore a condom so that they never had any. But here? I mean, they can think together but they just won't?" You seemed to accept that rather rapidly," he pointed out."I wasn't getting anywhere, and I wasn't going to," she said. "All I was doing was getting her even more worked up. That's another one I've seen before, lots. People get emotionally caught up in their ideas, trying to be reasonable scares them. Didn't you see how upset she was getting? Her arms were going like windmills." I did notice that." Actually I think I went at it. Jeff knelt down and ran a clothespin over his sister's sex slick lips, nudging it at her pearl."You don't want this on your clit, do you, slave?"The young blonde nodded. Stephanie could just imagine the shear agony that that device would inflict upon her. She would do whatever the stranger wanted as long as he did not do that."Do you think I care whether or not you want this snapped onto your clit, slave?"Stephanie froze, not moving a muscle."I will do anything I want to, slave," Jeff.