The room was small, but well furnished. There was the stereotypical psychiatric couch, a desk, a black and white poster of Sigmund Freud and one of Carl Jung stared at each other from across the room. A brace of diplomas were on the wall, and a bronze ingot lay on the desk with the name, 'Janet Ross, PhD', carved roughly into the surface.
A young woman lay uneasily in the couch, large breasts barely confined in a tight white T-shirt, shoulder length flaming red hair, pale skin, dressed in a pair of skimpy shorts. An older woman sat slightly to the side, and behind her, taller, with a swimmer's body, long legs, short brown hair, small diamonds glittering from her ears. dressed in tan slacks and a simple white blouse. A tape recorder discreetly recorded the conversation in a corner, as the older woman tapped a pencil against a blank legal pad to attract the younger woman's attention, "Tell me Lucy, why are you here."
"I'm a bad girl." Lucy said sullenly.
"Why are you a bad girl?"
"I've had naughty dreams."
"What kind of naughty dreams?"
"Mmm, I dreamed I was my family's cumrag."
"I don't understand, could you explain that?"
"Well I have a father, a mother, and two older brothers. My dad works downtown in an international shipping firm. He found my mother in a brothel in Taiwan, and in-between fuckings, proposed and married her. My dad said he chose her because she was the most beautiful, and the one with the biggest tits.
"Then daddy fucked mommy to make my brothers, Ben and Adam. I was born because mommy's pussy wasn't available when Ben was gestating, and mommy hired an expensive fuck toy for daddy, and of course daddy knocked her up while mommy jealously watched, fingered her pussy, as some whore's mouth drank daddy's cum, and some whore's pussy got reamed my daddy's cock, instead of hers."
"Who was this other woman?"
"My mommy-whore is my next door neighbor, Fiona. Daddy occasionally fucks my mommy-whore because her pussy is super tight, compared to my mommy's pussy, which was loosened by two kids, or so my daddy tells me."
"What about the 'cumrag'?"
"I was getting to that. When I turned 18, the next morning as I was leaving for school, there was a problem. I remember slathering my makeup on like a slut, since I had the freedom now, I wore my skimpiest, thinnest, smallest, sheerest panties under my uniform skirt, and no bra underneath the starched white shirt. I felt my nipples rub against the roughness of the shirt and harden.
"I remember looking down and seeing the stiff little tips pressing against my shirt, and thinking, that with any luck a boy would drag me into the bathroom and rape my virgin pussy into womanhood. Or, if I was really lucky, a whole group of boys like the swim team. And if they were good little boys, they would paint me white with their cum as I was bouncing up and down on some guys cock.
"The swim teacher would find me, and after she sucked all the naughty boy's sperm off of me, and made me lick her wet, hairless pussy until she was satisfied, she would secretly call my parents. My mother would come and hold me to her bosom as my father and the swim teacher would speak privately in her office. Soon we would hear squeaks and moans from the office as daddy's cock conquered another pussy. My mother, jealous, would bend down and suck the cum out of my newly violated pussy as she rammed three fingers into her dripping cunt.
"She would beg me to talk dirty to her, saying 'talk dirty to me, talk dirty to mommy. Hurry angel, call mommy your cheap gutter slut. Please angel, call me a cum hungry cock queen!' with a strength I didn't know I had, I would grab her by the hair and force her into my pussy, saying, 'once a whore, always a whore, isn't that right you cheap fuck slut. How much did daddy pay to fuck your pussy? How much money to make you spread your legs and beg for it, ten dollars? Well, you're a five-dollar slut to me. Twelve men, mommy, twelve men came in my pussy, suck it out. Your daughter is probably already knocked up. I hope it's a boy, I want to show him how to please his mother, and his grandmother. I want him to be our personal fuck toy. Born and bred to fuck. We'll sleep in my room, chained to my pussy. They all had big dicks mommy, I could feel them on my cervix, my baby's going to have a big dick too.' And mommy would hungrily, loudly suck the cum out of my pussy, and that's how daddy and the teacher would find us.
"She would turn to daddy and say, 'I told you your daughter was a fuck slut. Like mother, like daughter.' And then daddy would slap her for her insolence. And instead of hurt, she would look wild, rubbing the palm print and looking at my daddy in need. My daddy would undo his pants, grab her by the hair, and roughly shove is cock into her mouth, silencing her. And daddy would stare at me as he fucked her mouth, and I would wish that it wasn't mommy's tongue in my pussy, but daddy's cock.
"I would imagine my daddy as a sultan, and we were all in his harem, ready to perform our duties anytime, anywhere he needed us. We would look at each other as we both climaxed, sharing a moment, and bonding like all good children do.
"Later, as mommy drove the van, daddy would take me in the back, and fuck me, and as he splattered my cunt with his cum, he would moan into my ear, 'Good girl, such a good little girl. Welcome to the family, my daughter-whore, your brothers are eager to see you.'
"Please may I touch myself?" Lucy begged, her hands gripping the sides of the couch desperately.
"I told you no masturbating. You haven't answered my question."
