I stared down at the photos of my young daughter in abject horror. She was naked, bald and tight, and covered in cum shots. In every photo, her eyes screamed “Please Mommy Help me!” I almost started to cry as my pussy got soaking wet. Thank fuck I was alone
The man I had been sending my sweet princess to for therapy had been using her the way her abusers had, it seemed. He’d been training my young daughter to be his well groomed little slave; having her act out what her Daddy and those awful men had done to her, the way they’d used her tiny body – literally. I’d been wondering why my sweet girl had been so lost lately. She’d been getting double penetrated, stuffed, and fucked like the helpless little pussy cat doll she was.
I looked at her in the hospital bed before me, checking to make sure there were no nurses. I started subtly fingering my cunt. I’d been so conditioned that abuse was love I didn’t know which was was up anymore, but I knew that even though it was sick I was terribly turned on from the entire scenario. Knowing they’d hurt my girl the way they’d hurt me made me want to scream and cum, hard. Fuck this psychological conditioning!
As I fingered myself to a peak, I heard the doctor knock at the door. Fuck, it had been so long since I’d cum. Did I risk getting caught and ride the waves of slutty ecstasy or should I hold off and hope to be able to start again later? Either way, I’d need to be beaten later, even if I whipped myself. Getting soaking wet to the sight of my sweet innocent darling’s abuse was demented. I’m a sick and twisted submissive slut.