"Why are you cooking?" I said with a low voice.He seemed lost. And finally he realized what I meant. "Ghauri, look at me. I like cooking, okay? You ca...n cook when you like and so will I." Ghauri", his voice was authoritative this time, "you are not my slave. You are my wife!"'If you let your husband step inside the kitchen, you fail as a wife." mocked my mother's voice as I came out of the kitchen.I began to open up with him, little by little. I didn't share any of my biggest secrets with him or. Meeting room perhaps.And there sitting down in one of the chairs tears running down her face was Anna. I couldn't help myself. I thought of how beautiful she looked even when sad. She looked up when I entered and in a second she had gotten up and the next thing I knew she was pressed up against me her arms wrapped around me and crying even louder. I could feel her boobs agains my chest and it cased my blood to rush south. "An..Anna what's the matter." She sniffed loudly before she looked up at. I pulled it aside to cool and sprinkled a little salt on it. After at least a day without food it tasted beyond wonderful. Afterwards I burned all traces of dinner in the fire, then went looking for standing long grasses. I used the hand-axe to cut a big double-armful. I lined the cavity with more bark then laid grass over the top of it. I went hunting for firewood for the night, and cut a few more saplings, this time about twelve to fourteen feet long. I leaned them across the hole then. They were also naked and their asses were filled with butt-plugs for now. Furthermore, they had ball gags in their mouths to ensure their silence.I could sense fear on their faces, and understandably so. Here, they were, drug, bound, nude, mind-controlled, and gagged, at the mercy of their nephew and son, respectively, to say nothing of their other remaining kin, namely Stacey, Uncle Manfred, and me. They were even more shaken when I flipped the switches on the vibrating butt-plugs in their.