As I continued to eat, Keith next had to bring the two boys to their orgasms. This hurt me more than anything I had been through so far. My husband was now being forced to suck cocks, one belonging to his own son. I could not begin to imagine the shame and feelings of hopelessness that Keith was feeling, I was feeling so humiliated I almost could not hold my head up. Keith, to his credit, never seemed to hesitate or refuse. He moved from Amy over to Allen without incident.
Allen was beet red as his father wrapped his mouth around his small cock. Allen was 18 years old and only sported a 4" cock when it was rock hard. He must not have had many, if any blow jobs in his young life, because it didn't take Keith any time at all to obviously get him to cum. Then Keith had to fellate Robert.
Robert also put up a fight, a big fight. Robert's collar had to be used until Robert passed out. This of course caused quite a delay in the completion of the meal. Finally, after they brought him back to consciousness, he let Keith suck him off. That took forever also. Finally, however, everyone had had their orgasm and the meal was as finished as it was ever going to be. The sent us all back to our rooms except Keith. Keith was finally given his meal, but it seemed to be about half as much as any of us had gotten. I felt so sorry for him, I wanted to hold him and help him, but they wouldn't let me even say a single word of support or love for him out loud. Tears ran down my face seeing how he was being treated.
When we got back into our cell, April took me into her arms and held me as I cried. She knew how I hurt for Keith, and I found such comfort and caring in her arms, I just let it all go. I had been intimate with a woman back in college, and through my emotional torment, the softness and subtle sexiness of my daughter's nude body began bringing back fond memories of my times with my lover from years ago. Before I knew it we were both letting our hands wander all over each other, and then as I turned my head to look at my lovely daughter, her head turned also and our lips met. We kissed then, for the first time, no longer mother and daughter, but two women who needed each other. Her tongue snaked out, and I let it invade my open mouth, letting my own tongue entwine with hers. As our kiss continued, building in intensity and passion, our bodies moved into each other with more urgency. The moment our nipples brushed and then mashed into each other a tidal wave of passion swept through my entire body. I wanted and needed the pleasure April's soft subtle body was offering, and my body was responding, telegraphing my need to her. We both knew we were reacting to the drugs we had been injected with, but it no longer mattered. The need was all that mattered. We fell back onto the bed lips locked to one another and hands exploring the soft yet unfamiliar curves of each other's bodies. April had taken the lead, and I was only too happy to follow along.
Her mouth moved from mine, trailing soft butterfly kisses along my cheek to my ear. Her tongue snaked out and first flicked my earlobe, then licked and tickled behind and then even into my ear. This sent shivers of passion washing over me over and over again. Her hands were gently plying my breasts, as mine were hers. Then we were both suckling on one of the others breast, using tongue and teeth in just the right combination, teasing and toying with each tender inch of exposed skin. It was plain to see that April's nipples were as sensitive as my own from the groans and sighs she let escape as I suckled and nibbled on them. Of course my own body was responding to her slightly more forceful manipulations. Somehow she had figured out that I responded better to a little more painful breast stimulation, so she would bite down on my nipples a little harder, and was grabbing and pulling on my breasts harder than I was on hers. Her fingers would pull and pinch my elongated nipples, twisting and pinching them harder and harder. She had me panting with the desire she was building up in me. Her fingers of her other hand had found their way into my sopping wet pussy, and she had three fingers plowing into my flowing pot of honey, running in and out as well as twisting about, giving me good, full contact all through my open pussy. Her knuckles were rubbing up against my swollen clit as she twisted her hand about, causing wave after wave of pleasure to run rampant through my entire body. I was not being a selfish one though. My fingers were playing a duplicate dance of passion in her wet and willing pussy. After several minutes of her exquisite toying with my breasts, she moved on down. Her tongue and lips found my waiting pussy.
April took her tongue and danced it along my swollen labia, passing over my throbbing clit without touching it. Her teeth began to lightly nibble on my swollen lips as her tongue snaked in and out of my opening, swirling around as it went. As she nibbled, she would pull on them, stretching them out, given better access to my inner folds of tender tissue. I don't know where she learned to give such pleasure, but I was extremely glad she had, because it felt so wonderful. My own tongue and teet and lips were busy returning as much pleasure as I could. Her sweet young pussy had a very mellow, pleasing taste. I enjoyed lapping up her flowing juices, just as she was doing to me. We continued pleasuring each other, locked in the classic 69 position for a long time, both of us having had many orgasms already. We did finally bring each other over the hump, both cumming in a final release of tension and need. Then April crawled back around and we held each other, both bodies simply locked tight against each other, floating in the delightful haze of complete satisfaction.
We lay there together, all but drifting off into a peaceful and embracing sleep, when we were startled out of our mellowness by the command to enter the main room. We untangled ourselves and moved on legs made of jello out once more into the main room. There we saw Amy secured to two posts, each running from floor to ceiling and about a foot or so in diameter. They were spaced about six feet apart. Her feet were secured by locking ankle cuffs to a chain secured to the posts near the floor, and her arms were held out and a little up from her body, again secured by wrist cuffs and a chain which was also secured to the posts up near the ceiling. There were two male attendants one standing in front and to her right side, the other was behind her and off to her left side.
