Thank you to those who review and PM. I am working on multiple stories at the moment. But will be getting this one out in a more regular fashion with any luck. Feel free to offer your insights.

-16-

Callie sat at the dining table and glanced across the lavishly appointed meal setting to her host. Reese sat on the opposite side of the table, smugly watching his captive consuming her meal. Under normal circumstances Callie would not have been able to eat in the same room with him. But he had intentionally deprived her of food the entire day and she had felt faint having gone nearly 24 hours without sustenance.

"How is your feijoada, my dear?" He asked with a smile.

Callie couldn't stand the sound of his voice. Everything about him disgusted her. If she hadn't been famished, she would be refusing the meal. "The food is fine." She said offering Reese a brief acidic stare. "The company on the other hand..."

Reese smiled broadly and laughed, gesturing to the richly appointed dining room. "Surely you must find this dining experience much more pleasing than your somewhat cramped quarters."

Callie looked about the opulent surroundings and rolled her eyes. "Yes, such a wonderous experience. I do find it amusing that you are serving a peasant dish like feijoada on a five hundred dollar plate."

Reese grunted appreciatively as he ate, then gestured with his fork. "Actually, my dear, feijoada is a dish that comes from the slave population. So, I thought it would be appropriate that it be served to you. Surely, you understand your place here."

Callie had noted the separation of classes that Reese had been presenting to put her in her place. Her captor was wearing a well tailored tuxedo. She was given a simple pair of black sweat shorts and a sleeveless white men's undershirt to wear. The shirt was made of thin, almost sheer cotton. She remembered it was often referred to as a wife beater shirt. "How appropriate." She thought.

She took another bite then looked up. He apparently expected a response judging by his raised eyebrows. "Oh, I was supposed to acknowledge your supreme authority over me? Sorry, how rude of me."

"Well, I am sure you know your place, my dear."

Callie took a sip from her glass of wine. "How could I forget. So, what is it to be tonight, James Earl? Am I to be slapped around again? I mean this white shirt would surely look better with some blood on it, don't you think?"

Reese returned an amused look as he looked down at her shirt. "Well, it wouldn't be my first choice. The shirt is quite lovely, my dear. The way your ample bosom presses against the thin material. It's really quite mesmerizing… for a woman your age."

Callie looked at him. His smug expression made her sick. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. You like them young, don't you?"

Reese offered her a nod of acknowledgement. "Indeed, I do, my dear." He paused as he watched her take another drink of wine, doing her best to maintain composure. Her eyes finally met his and he smiled to her. "In fact, I love the body of a nubile young woman. Her shape, smell…I especially love the smell. Their pheromones betraying their own anxieties. Especially when they are first touched." He took a deep breath and smiled again in reflective pleasure.

Callie closed her eyes. It was all she could do not to strike out upon him. But she knew he was likely armed. Or at least had those who were close by. She swallowed hard and looked back at him. "What makes you want that? I mean a child?" Her voice seething to a low angry gasp.

Reese's laughter only managed to sicken her further. He shook his head slightly. "A child? Only according to man's law. The Lord did not send forth this doctrine saying thou shall only covet those over the age of 18. We are all animals, my dear." He sat back and gestured towards a nearby window. "And the animal kingdom does not make such pointless distinctions. If man's law applied to animals, then surely almost every species would be guilty of incest."

Callie could not fathom this man's belief system. She took a deep breath. "And your point is?"

Reese shook his head. "That I am only guilty of violating man's law. A law which is inherently flawed, so therefore not a valid offence. You will pardon me if I feel that every other living species has it right. Some people have this inflated sense of what they think is just and right. Then they judge others. All the while most of them are complete hypocrites."

"And how did you determine that?" Callie asked, still sickened by the man's sense of logic.

Reese pushed his chair back and slowly stood up. He walked over to Callie and looked down at her. He could sense her apprehensiveness as he neared her. "We are still animals, my dear. We all have an innate sense. A need to procreate. It's our biological default by nature. And the fact that in many species it happens within a familial environment shouldn't be of surprise. You may not know how it feels since you have no son. But perhaps when you were growing up, if maybe dear old dad wasn't such a religious prude, he would have broken you in to the way it was supposed to be."

The thought nauseated Callie. "That is sick, James Earl. Truly sick."

Reese shook his head and gave a light chuckle. "Not even close, my dear. Maybe we need to see it from a different perspective. Let's consider your gallant husband, Chet. You know I have learned a great deal about him since he was playing the undercover child trafficker."

Callie tossed back the remainder of her glass of wine. She didn't like where he was going. "Oh… what about him?"

"Well, as I hear it, he is a pretty open minded guy. I mean to enjoy the fact that his own sister and wife have a long, ongoing thing certainly speaks volumes. It certainly says a lot about you. I mean having an active sexual relationship with a brother and sister at the same time."

Callie looked down, hoping to find another bottle of wine. "I am not sure where you get your intel, but we have never had a threesome… I mean not in the conventional sense. I may have engaged in relations with them in close succession, but never at the same time. That is just sick if you think Chet and Iola would ever do anything like that."

"I never said they did anything with each other." He laughed. "Though I'd bet all your husband's current tech stock on the fact that he has no doubt lusted after his sister at some point growing up."

"You are disgusting!"

"No, we haven't gotten there quite yet, my dear." He placed his hands together briefly and looked up, then he reached over and found a bottle of liquor from the nearby buffet. "Bushmills on ice, my dear?" he asked with a gesture of the bottle.

Callie slowly nodded, knowing she would need as much of an alcohol buffer as she could get as Reese seemed intent to toy with her. "Yes." She said passively, wishing to be anywhere else than where she was.

Reese poured her drink and placed it before her. "Here you are." He turned and placed the bottle on the table. "Now, as I was saying…" He looked down in amusement as Callie had already drawn the glass to her lips. "Your prince charming, Chester, has demonstrated his open mindedness. One could reasonably say that he enjoys sex. He likes having it with your own lover, we know for certain. By the way, how did you take it? I mean him impregnating a woman of 23. And one which you were so close to."

Callie downed her glass of whiskey and placed it back down. "It wasn't the most pleasing day of my life." She admitted quietly.

Reese let out another spontaneous chuckle and shook his head as he walked back and forth near Callie. "No, I should think not. But I am sure it would be equally displeasing to you if dear old dad took interest in a girl that we both know."

Callie looked up with a glare. "Don't you even think it!" She snapped. "He would never do that! Ever!"

Reese enjoyed having struck a nerve. He smiled his sickeningly lecherous expression down upon her. "So, you know for an absolute fact that our lovely little Maddie has never been introduced to the art of fellatio by her dear father? That all those times you went out on drunken benders leaving him at home with the kids that it never happened? How about when you went to Atlantic City to fuck Iola, Frank and Aimee?" He looked down at her and raised his brows with a smirk. "Sorry, did I miss anyone, love?"

Callie reached over and poured herself another drink. She then looked up at him with disgust. "It wasn't like that!"

Reese's eyes flashed open, and he smiled curtly at her. "Wasn't like what? I have it on good account you serviced all of them that weekend."

Callie shook her head. "I didn't mean that, you sick fuck! I mean that there is No way that my husband would have ever abused our child!"

He nodded and offered her a soft expression of concession. "You are probably right, my dear. He seems far too stupid to have taken all those golden opportunities to break our dear Madeleine in. But…" he paused and looked back down at her. "It was only my love of money which initially curbed my desire to do what I should have done." He walked around looking thoughtful for a moment. "Ah yes, I was such a fool. I thought I was practicing such good self control."

Callie still felt sick. The alcohol intake was allowing her not to rise up and engage him physically. But she wished above all else that she had a gun at that moment.

Reese sensed her attempting to stay restrained. He smiled and sat down next to her. "I suppose I should offer more detail. I mean one must really compliment how much I restrained myself. That wasn't always easy, my dear. Ah yes, the first time young Madeleine was standing before me without as much as a stitch of clothing on." He reflected with a smile. "Oh, my dear you should have seen those cherry blossom nipples. They were so pronounced from the excitement of having me touch them." He took a deep breath and gave a pleasured expression. "My dear, they felt exquisite. Sooo firm. More so than yours, I'm afraid." He added with a gesture towards her chest. "And then the first time I took pictures, it was so thrilling for her. She was bent over in front of me and looked over her shoulder at me. I could see by the gleam in her eye that despite everything, she was truly excited. It took all my willpower that day not to mount her like any man would." He took another deep breath and looked into her eyes. "I cannot wait until I am reunited with Miss. Madeleine. She will enjoy that long overdue ride."

Callie could take no more. The idea that this sick bastard would ever get a second chance at her daughter was utterly frightening! "You sick fuck!" She grabbed a nearby steak knife and lunged towards Reese. Due to her alcohol intake, her reaction time had been slow and her attempt inaccurate. Before she knew what was happening Reese grabbed the knife from her and jumped up holding the edge against Callie's throat. "My dear, that was not a very bright move!" Anger flared in his eyes. "I should really teach you to be a more compliant guest!"

His face bent over and came within an inch of her own. Callie felt his free hand firmly running along her torso and ultimately reach into her shorts. She felt his fingers probing her and she gritted her teeth. She closed her eyes as she felt his hot breath against her face. "Just fucking do it already!" She gasped.

Reese stopped and stood back up. He lowered the knife and their eyes met. "Do what, my dear?" He asked in an eerily calm tone. She was taken off guard by his abrupt change from hyper aggressive to calm.

She felt frightened, but also was wanting his game to simply end. Even if it meant giving him what he wanted. She took a breath and exhaled slowly. With their eyes still locked, Callie pulled her shirt off and shimmied from her shorts. Standing before him she turned and with a swift motion pushed a section of dishes and glasses away and leaned back against the table. "I know where this is going, so let's get it over with. Just rape me, beat me, and then throw me back in my cage."

He took a step and stood in front of her, taking a breath. He placed a hand around her breast for a moment, then shook his head with mock disdain. "Definitely not as firm as young Maddie's breasts. So, I am afraid I will have to take a rain check and take my liberties with you another time."

Callie had not expected this and heaved an internal sigh of relief. "Well, if there is nothing else then, I can just go back to my cell for the night." Callie sputtered as she started to reach down for her clothes.

"Not so fast." Reese cautioned with a raised voice. He returned his usual sickening smile. "I would hate for a woman who just throws her clothes off and demands sex to go to sleep disappointed."

"Demands sex?" Callie mouthed without speaking the words.

Reese nodded and pulled out his cell phone and began to tap on it. He placed it back in his pocket and looked back to her. He drew his fingers before his nose and nodded. "Yes, my dear. Demands. Judging by your smell I would say you are in need."

Callie couldn't help but return an incredulous look and blinked several times. "Well, considering where those fingers were…" She rolled her eyes. "I don't think you could say I was emitting a scent suggesting I was feeling amorous. Given your sickening dinner conversation I would state that I am feeling anything but."

He shrugged. "No matter, my dear. I do require some entertainment for the evening. So, we will come up with something pleasurable for both you and me."

A moment later a quiet knock sounded against a nearby door. "Come." Reese said in a commanding tone. A moment later the door opened, and the young servant concubine Isadora appeared. She walked over to him, and he smiled and gestured towards Callie. "Isadora, dear girl, our guest has been seeking some physical companionship this evening. No doubt you know exactly what to do." She nodded to him obediently.

Callie's eyes opened wide as she looked at him fearfully. She then looked over to the young Brazilian girl who nodded her understanding. "Yes, sir." She said quietly. Isadora pulled off her pale yellow dress and it dropped to the floor. Her dark skin, tight and toned met his eyes with approval. He motioned to her, and she took a step towards Callie.

"Reese, you aren't serious." Callie asked with a stutter. "I can't,,,can't do that. Please don't make me." She fretted. Callie was not at all comfortable being made to engage in sexual activity with anyone. Much less a girl this young!

Reese laughed and smiled. "Relax, my dear. Isadora is quite seasoned at pleasuring both men and women. I suggest you open your mind up. Surely you aren't opposed to engaging in such activity with a younger woman. I dare say you know your way around the bed when such a scenario presents itself."

Callie shook her head. "That is different you bastard! Aimee is an adult."

He stepped forward and urged Isadora to proceed. The girl began to run her small hands along Callie's body. "I suggest you get into it, my dear. You wouldn't like the alternative. And I know you want to still be breathing when your daughter visits. To say nothing about how Isadora might lose another digit for not being capable of stirring some arousal with her touch." To emphasize his words, he pulled out a small pistol from his jacket.

Callie started to weep as she realized there were no real options but to comply. She closed her eyes as she felt his young subservient touch more sensitive areas. "There will be a special place in Hell for you, Reese!" She gasped as her body fell back onto the table allowing Isadora to climb on top of her.

Reese sat back in a chair and proceeded to watch them with great pleasure. "Well, I guess I will be seeing you there, my dear…."