Maybe I ought to rewind a tad. My other half's niece had arrived to stay with us. Forget 15 year old nymphos, when you get to our age, think more like... forty plus year old aging has-beens -except Sam wasn't. A has-been that is. Divorced yes, has-been no way. In fact that's really the problem. I trust the woman about as far as I can fling a grand piano. Which, with my back, is not a lot! Something was definitely not quite above board.The object of my concern had arrived a couple of hours before,. The next morning, Hippolyte saddled up and set out to hunt for bandits. She had made some effort to hide her weapons so that she did not look so dangerous. That was enough for two men to approach at a dead run while they waved clubs. Hippolyte chuckled as she drew her lance and turned her horse to charge at the men.The men were surprised and skidded to a halt. They were too close now to escape, and Hippolyte caught the first one before he could get set. She speared him in the chest and flipped. As mom and dad and the sisters got the upstairs rooms, they thought I might like a little privacy. It was nice. I had my own bathroom, and the door to the garage was right outside my door. Plus I could crank up my music and it wouldnt bother anyone as it was one the opposite end of the house. This had other advantages too. I could leave the walk in door to the garage unlocked at night, and my girlfriend, Tina, could sneak over for an evening. She lived two blocks over. It was kind of an open. He was not cuffed and grabbed by me the hair and put me on the ground like a dog, before the door of the cell closed. The cell was padded, there was a bed, and a mattress on the floor a metal toilet and a screen behind a large glass, and a camera filming in a corner. The other slave was naked too, he had the same kind of collar, but no cuffs. I immediately saw the torture objects on the wall, what looked like a straightjacket of an asylum, whips, shackles, it was horrible.He hold my hair and.