The next thing I knew, Jake was dragging me down the stairs. I had to crawl quickly so he wouldn't jerk the leash and pull me down the steps. When we reached the bottom, I quickly observed the layout of the house. The front hall, kitchen and living room were all connected and very open. It would be very difficult to escape out the front door with no one seeing, I thought. I'll have to learn their routines and escape when no one's around.
The shiny wood floor felt cool and hard beneath my bare knees and hands as I crawled into the kitchen behind Jake. Shay had been in the living room watching TV until he heard us come into the kitchen. He got up from the couch and came over by us.
"Sit up, pet," Jake commanded and pulled on the leash until I kneeled up and sat on my heels. I instinctively tried to cover myself. He handed the leash over to Shay, then bent down and placed my head in a bowed position, pushed my shoulders back, put my arms behind my back and made me grasp my wrists, and spread my knees wide open. I looked at him as he stood back up.
"Look down at the floor!" he yelled, and I quickly lowered my eyes. "We are going to go over the rules right now so we can get busy. First, you will call both of us Master or Sir. If you use any other name, you'll be beaten. You were brought here to be our slave for whatever we desire. You no longer have a life other than here, so don't plan on leaving this house any time soon. As our slave, you will satisfy all of our needs without question and you will always be lower than us. When you serve us, you will always kneel in this position and never look us in the face unless we tell you to. You are to follow commands without hesitation or you will face punishment. Oh, and you are not allowed to speak unless told to. If we ask you a question, you will answer appropriately with 'Master or Sir.' Finally, as of this time, you have no liberties. You must ask permission for everything. If we ever feel nice enough to give you any liberties, we'll let you know. But we don't see that happening for a long time. Understand?"
I sat motionless, too stunned and numb from Jake's words to answer. "I said, do you understand me?!" he bellowed, jerking my collar and forcing me to look up into his eyes. My own eyes wide with fear, I nodded slightly. For that, I received a swift backhand to the face. The force knocked me to my side and I lay, curled up in a ball, on the cold floor holding my face and crying out at the rage I felt toward them.
"What's the matter, girl?" Shay mocked, "I thought you liked it rough. You sure seemed to enjoy it with your hubby."
That set me off, realizing they had seen Ryan and me that night after the dance club, and then having the gall to joke about it when they knew how much I missed him already. I shot up off the floor and attempted to attack Shay but they were ready. I only managed to hit him in the arm as Jake pulled me away and wrestled me to the floor.
Holding my face in his hand, he sneered, "Looks like you're going to have to learn through punishment, I guess. But first, get up and make some breakfast, pet. We'll deal with you afterwards." Jake pulled me up by the neck and shoved me toward the kitchen counter. "You have 15 minutes. I suggest you hurry." With that, the two of them walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
Thinking this was my chance, I bolted toward the front door at full speed, grabbed the handle and pulled. It didn't budge. I frantically tried unlocking the deadbolt but the door still wouldn't open. Frustrated and angry, I pounded on the door and screamed at the top of my lungs hoping someone outside would hear. This did nothing except piss them off.
I turned around to see Jake calmly waltzing toward the door, the expression on his face making me freeze. "By the way, did we forget to mention that all the doors and windows in the house are locked? Oh, and the windows are bulletproof glass, just in case you decide to try breaking one. So don't worry, you won't get out so easily. Now get the fuck back in the kitchen! Don't make me say it again," he threatened through clenched teeth, pointing toward the kitchen. "You have 13 minutes."
I quickly slipped past and he went back to the living room. I started looking through all the drawers and cupboards, looking for a knife or some kind of weapon, but all I found was a plastic spoon and paper plates. No glass, no sharp knives, not even a metal fork. Defeated for the moment, I figured I should probably throw something together before they got even angrier.
I happened to see some peanut butter, jelly and bread in the refrigerator, so I decided to make PB & J toast. I pulled out three plates, the ingredients and the flimsy plastic spoon. I popped some bread slices into the toaster and poured some orange juice while they got hot. I pulled the toast out and spread the peanut butter and jelly on individual slices with the back of the spoon. I put the slices on the plates and took two plates into the living room and set them down on the coffee table in front of Jake and Shay before retrieving the paper cups of juice.
After setting it all down in front of them, I turned to head back to the kitchen to devour mine when Jake jerked my leash, forcing me to fall sideways toward him. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? I never said you could make your own breakfast! We have something else for you to eat this morning." At that, Jake and Shay laughed as they glanced at each other. I was afraid to find out what they meant, but I didn't move or say anything.
"Get over here and pull out my cock, bitch," Shay demanded. "DO IT!"
Realizing what they had in store for me, I cringed as I hesitated and then slowly crawled over to him. I knelt in front of him and tentatively reached my hands toward his pants. Shame and anger burned through me and I vowed they would regret this, somehow. Reaching the waistband of his pants, I unsnapped and unzipped them, pulling his semi-erect cock from beneath. Looking at my wedding ring still on my left hand, I felt a surge of guilt flow through me at what I was about to do, even though I knew I was being forced. I felt nauseous. With trembling hands I just sat there holding Shay's cock, afraid to move.
"Now put it in your mouth and suck it, nicely. Don't even think of trying anything funny," he warned, taking out the sharp blade he pulled on me in the car and lifting my chin with the flat of its tip until I was looking into his eyes, "understand?"
