*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Alex? Mr. Conally? Is anyone home?!" the voicesaid from outside. I looked back into the kitchen where the rest of myfamily ha... been gathered, including James and Ally. It was clear fromtheir confused expression that we hadn't expected anyone, but the voiceseemed strangely familiar. "Please, PLEASE open up! I just... I don'tknow what's going on! I saw some really concerning things and Ithought... I thought... I don't know what I thought! Just please let mein!" The voice. .. please, John..." she groaned, raising her head to plead with her sodomizer as he labored up between her cruelly stretched thighs, "Please stop!" she begged him, realizing with horror that she had completely lost control of herself and was at his mercy, a mere object to be humiliated and further disgraced... ruined. But it was useless to appeal; he licked insanely on and on at her gaping wet loins until the unbelievable pleasure had reduced the young bride to a state of raw, pulsating passion. A slave kennel was a low cage meant for holding slaves in a Master'squarters. Of course a slave could be chained to rings on the wall orbound or restrained in many ways but at night it was common for them tobe held in a cage where they could move, if not freely, at least alittle, to prevent them stiffening up. A girl who slept badly and wassore in the morning couldn't easily do her work preparing her Master'sbreakfast, cleaning his clothes and her other duties. Best that she gota good night's. Night number six. The folks and little brother are out for the evening again with an ETA back home around midnight - 1:00 AM.I started another fire in the fireplace, and walked over to Jeans house.When I got there, Jean's mother asked me what we had eaten for dinner two nights earlier. I told her that we had stopped for pizza on the way to my house, and asked why she had asked.Her mother told me that shortly after I had brought Jean home, she has developed severe stomach cramps that had kept.