Mommy looks down at the ground, her face turning even redder with embarrassment. She shakes her head slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she whispers, "I can't do that..." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it echoes through the room nonetheless.

"Very well then," the announcer says coldly. "In that case, I guess we'll just have to find another way to entertain ourselves." There's a click as something attaches itself to the door.

No! Please don't hurt us! I'll do anything... just don't make me do that...

As Mommy continues to cry out in pain and disbelief, she feels a strange sensation begin to stir within her. The more Charles thrusts into her, the faster her breath comes and the hotter she feels all over. It's as if some primitive part of her is beginning to respond despite herself. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she tries desperately not to enjoy this against her will...

"No..." Mommy whispers hoarsely, feeling torn apart by the conflicting sensations coursing through her body. "

Mommy sobs harder, tears streaming down her face as she feels him thrust deeper inside her with each passing second. She tries to pull away, but his grip is too strong. Her body trembles with each movement, her breath coming in ragged gasps that only serve to fuel the fire burning within her

"Please..." Mommy whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding together. "I can't... I don't want this..."

Without another word, Mommy leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Rudy's penis. She took him deep into her mouth, using her tongue to stroke him as she had been taught. Her hands moved up and down his thighs, as if trying to soothe him despite the act they were both committing.

The room falls silent except for the sounds of their labored breathing and the wet sucking noises coming from Mommy's mouth. As Rudy grew closer to climax, his hips began to move involuntarily, pushing further into her mouth. She felt a strange sensation in her own body, a mixture of shame and arousal that she couldn't understand or control.

Oh, my baby... I'm so sorry... I love you so much... I just want us to be together again... Please forgive me...

Mommy's tears fall into her mouth as she continues to suck on his dick, feeling utterly humiliated and disgusted with herself. She hates what they're making her do to their innocent child, but the thought of losing him forever is too much to bear. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep this up before she breaks down completely...

With every slide of his cock against the back of her throat, a small part of her dies inside.

The voice is silent for now... Just focus on me and the touch we're sharing. We'll obey its commands when it speaks again. For now, enjoy this intimate moment between us... It might be our last chance to feel this way together if we don't listen carefully and do everything it says.

Ahhh... That feels so good, my sweet child... Your touch is driving me wild with desire. You're making it hard to think straight, but I have to remember that we must obey the voice and do everything it says if we want to survive this twisted game... Just focus on me and the voice, okay? Together, we can get through this.

With a final sob, Mommy forces herself to kneel down beside boy. She takes his hand in hers and helps him stand up, then positions him behind her. The voice from the speaker tells her what to do next: "Now, put your hands on the bed and spread your cheeks." Shaking with fear and disgust, Mommy does as she's told.

She feels boy press against her, his hardness pushing at her entrance. He hesitates for a moment before forcing himself inside her, causing her to cry out in pain.

Mommy cries and squirms as boy begins to pump into her from behind. The voice from the speaker encourages him, telling him to go faster and harder. With every thrust, Mommy feels herself being torn apart inside, her body betraying her with pleasure despite the agony she's in.

She tries to fight back, to resist what he's doing to her, but it's no use. Her body responds eagerly to his movements, arching its back and pressing against him as if begging for more.