She was an angel in bondage and for the next several weeks, Jeff would turn his stepsister into a sex slave to use as he pleased."The next game, slave..." Jeff's metallic voice said through the distorter, "is to test how well you listen and follow orders."Stephanie felt something cool and stiff being traced around her left areola, teasing her erect nipple."You feel this, slave?"The blonde captive nodded her head."This is a plastic clothespin, one of many."Stephanie felt the jaws of the clothespin. Jason was just finishing his breakfast in the hotel dining room. I took a vacant seat at the far end of the counter, by the restaurant front door.One of the "J's" dropped a cup in front of me and filled it. She added a spoon, a small stainless pitcher of real cream and a glass pour jar of sugar, rubbed my head and hurried away. I wonder which one that was?For a town totally isolated by tropical storm flooding, there were sure a lot of people having breakfast. I didn't think that many old men. “this is hotter than it should be for me” she said with guilt.“our daughter is not a little girl anymore, she has her Moms sex drive and free spirit”“shit” she said as she finished her wine and poured another.I was getting excited watching the screen so I grabbed Margo again and began kissing her neck.“stop we have screwed already” half heartedly.“I know that was for revenge” I began fingering her. “this is for the fact I still find you the most sexy b**st alive” I slipped her robe off her. I'm afraid that they are to no good but my Mom said that was probablymy imagination.One night the troubles at home were terrible, I hear my Mom said thatshe was going to leave my Dad and go to California, and he said someother things.I did not want to listen anymore so I went out of the house and seat onthe front porch.I saw this man coming and I looked at the big grin that he had on hisface, the last thing I saw was the black Van across the street. III wake up in a bright room, four lamps were.