He asks for the cops

Making up his mind, Declan grabbed a fresh sheet of paper. He frantically scribbled on it, writing in big bold letters: ‘CALL POLICE, NEED HELP, PLEASE SOS’. He kept the message short and clear, nothing that could be mistaken for anything else. Satisfied with it, he crumpled the paper into a tight ball, opened the window quietly and leaned out as far as he could without falling. He began wildly waving his hands, hoping the motion would catch the 34 year old black woman’s eye.

It worked. A few seconds later Mrs. Spears looked up at the window of Declan’s bedroom with a confused expression.

Declan felt a rush of relief as Mrs. Spears looked up at him. He didn’t waste any time. He tossed the crumpled paper ball toward her yard. It landed softly in the grass right next to her flowerbed. Mrs. Spears bent down, picked it up and opened it. She smoothed the paper out with her hands and read the bold letters. Her eyes went wide. The confusion on her face was clear even from the first-floor window.

Declan pressed his palms together in front of his chest and begged her silently, mouthing the word “please” over and over. She stared at him for a long second, then gave him a small, quick nod. She got to her feet fast, brushed the dirt off her knees and ran back into her house. Declan’s heart pounded hard in his chest as he waited. A few seconds later she emerged again, holding a wireless phone receiver to her ear. She was talking quickly, gesturing with her free hand while looking back up at him. She gave him a clear thumbs up.

For the first time in a week, Declan felt something close to hope. The police would come. This nightmare could actually end. He allowed himself one deep breath before the relief was ripped away.

"Hey shitface, get in here. I am bored," Lucas yelled from downstairs, his voice carrying loudly through the house.

Declan froze at the window. His stomach twisted. He knew he had to pretend just a little longer. If the police were already on the way, he just needed to buy time. He closed the window quickly, left the room and rushed downstairs. His legs felt heavy on every step.

When he reached the living room, the scene in front of him made his blood run cold. Lucas was now sitting comfortably on the large couch like it was his throne. Ciara was snuggled tightly against his side, her huge bouncy natural breasts pressed into his arm. She had one leg thrown over his thigh, her short skirt riding up so her thick creamy thighs and plump ass were almost fully visible. Their mother Maeve stood in front of them submissively, hands clasped in front of her, eyes lowered to the floor. She was still completely naked except for the apron, her massive freckled breasts hanging heavy on her chest. Aiko stood behind the couch, massaging Lucas’s shoulders and back. She looked a bit troubled, her petite body stiff in the revealing French maid outfit, her perky breasts and smooth pussy still on full display. Niamh was curled up with her head resting on Lucas’s lap, eyes closed like she was sleeping. Lucas casually caressed her face and auburn hair with one hand while the other rested on Ciara’s thigh.

Declan stood in front of them, shivering slightly with a mix of fear, anticipation and deep anger. "You called for me Master," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah assmuncher, who else would call your stupid ass here?" Lucas replied with clear contempt. He kept playing with Niamh’s hair as he spoke.

"I want you to entertain me so you’re going to give us a show and fuck your dearly beloved wife in front of all of us."

Declan was stunned. This was the first time Lucas had suggested something sexual that involved him directly. For the entire week he hadn’t been allowed to even touch Aiko, while he had to watch her get used, fucked and humiliated by Lucas. Now this.

"You... you want me to fuck Aiko in front of all of you?" Declan asked, his voice strained.

Lucas laughed loudly, the sound sickening to Declan’s ears. He pointed his finger directly at Declan. Declan knew what that gesture meant. Lucas believed he was controlling him now, so Declan had to play along with whatever came next. He assumed Lucas had read the reluctance on his face about fucking his wife publicly, but Lucas’s twisted mind had something much worse planned.