The air in the living room was thick with the stench of cheap whiskey and Vanessa’s cloying perfume as she dragged you to your knees by the collar of your shirt. Jake lounged on the couch like a king, his boots propped up on your coffee table, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he watched you struggle. Vanessa’s fingers dug into your scalp, forcing your face forward until all you could see was the bulge in his sweat-stained jeans.

"Time to earn your keep, sweetheart," your stepmother purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "From now on, this is your job—taking care of my man." Your stomach lurched as Jake grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you closer. "Better get started," he growled. "Unless you like disappointing us."

Vanessa leaned down, her breath hot and sour against your ear. "Don’t even think about saying no," she whispered, her long nails digging into your arm. "You don’t get a choice anymore." Jake’s free hand fumbled with his belt, the buckle clinking like a death knell. She shoved your face into his lap, the heat from his hard cock pressing against your cheek through his jeans. Vanessa’s laughter rang in your ears, high and sharp, as she settled beside him to watch. "Good baby," she cooed, patting your head like a dog. "Now show us how grateful you are."