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Hello horny readers. Guess who is back on therapist Laylene’s couch today? Hannah!
Read here, for a recap, but when we last left off it was a little unclear if we’d ever make a breakthrough with our little girl. Sure, it was obvious to you and me and everyone else with an internet connection (remember the internet is forever, which makes little Hannah an immortal) and eyes that Hannah had been molested by her cousin. Hard, fast, without remorse or a care in the world for her. A single-digit Fleshlight in the actual flesh, the best kind according to her cousin. But Hannah, silly Hannah, clung to her silly hopes and dreams and, well, self-told lies about ice cream cones and love and whatever other nonsense.
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We tried to get her to accept her spot. We used appropriate terms like cunt and molest, but stubborn little Hannah just wanted to talk about ice cream. Through tears, of course. Silly Hannah, who cries about ice cream? No one! Crying about your older cousin using your single-digit body as a cock holster? That’s more like it, but we let Hannah pretend it was the ice cream that made her cry and tremble and say “No Laylene” time and again.
Well, it took three times, but we finally got a breakthrough with Hannah. And what a breakthrough it was. Hannah told us what we all already knew; my cousin molested me. With his cock. In my mouth, my cunt, wherever he wanted to. It made me sad and it made me cry. And it made me feel cheap. It made me wonder why no one loved me enough to make it stop.
Well, add one more “made” to that, I thought. You just made me wet, and we’re only fifteen minutes into the session, I thought to myself. And then I shared that with Hannah. Your most miserable and formative experience ever. And it’s making your therapist wet. And thousands of strangers on the internet hard. Who would cry about that, I wondered. What an accomplishment, you little molested, damaged goods, cheap whore, I thought.
Anyway, enough about me. Back to our Hannah.
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She told me about the pigtails she had in her hair, and the panties with the little pink hearts that her cousin stared at as she climbed up into the treehouse ahead of him.
Nine steps up to the treehouse, was that a step for each birthday Hannah had enjoyed till then? Or the length of her cousin’s cock? Both? Neither? Call me and I’ll tell you in the meantime back to the details.
Hannah kept playing coy early on, with us and her cousin, until he told her to shut up. This made Hannah sad because “when an adult tells you to shut up it means they don’t love you”. Well, that was awfully harsh I thought, surely there had to be another reason for her cousin’s admonishment. “Maybe it just means he wanted you to stop talking and suck his cock” I suggested. A gasp and a “no Laylene” followed. Then tears. And more tears. Followed by “ok I sucked his cock.”
I know you can’t wait for Part Two so click here to read it.
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