[MF] [non-con] [inc] Dr. Daddy Issues (Part 3)

She called me. The night before our session. Said she wouldn’t be able to make it. “Sick” she said. Once. Then twice. Then the third time, I told her if she kept this up, I would have to report her to the court, she’d end up in jail. “You are so close to the end” I almost pleaded with her. “Just come in for your last few sessions and then we can all move on.”

I was scared she’d report me for what happened at the cabin. But I also genuinely care about Kaley. She was a sensitive girl who needed more love than she had ever gotten. And her poor coping skills did the rest. It’s a common theme out here in Montana: mental health is seen as a burden, and the consequences show.

So, she came back. She sat down on the chair. I asked her a few obvious platitudes. She gave me single word answers. And she got the point before I even had the courage to breach the subject.

“Yes, I did it” she said
“Did what?”
“You know what”
I mean, I knew, but did I really know? “Tell me” I said
“I fucked him. I fucked my father, ok?”

I felt like something had punched my stomach. It was jealousy. I wanted her to fuck me. But instead she went to the true source of her feelings. She went back to that night, to that fishing trip. And she took what she couldn’t have then. She fucked him. I could never be him. She used me. As a tool to find the courage in herself. And then she went ahead and used that newfound courage to do what she needed to do.

She started talking. There was no stopping her. No matter how much every word of hers hurt me, I listened

“After the cabin, I went to his house. He wasn’t home. I waited. It took a while. But he came back.
He didn’t seem too happy to see me. The usual. Jerk!”

I nodded, and she continued
“He asked me what I was doing there, why I hadn’t called. What if he was busy. Or with someone. All the excuses he had. Every single dumb reason why he could never take care of me, why he never loved me.
I blurted out. I asked him why he didn’t love me. Why he never gave a fuck about me. And you know what he said?

He finally admitted it. He wasn’t ready to be a dad. He just wanted to go at it raw. That’s what he told me! What kind of a fucker tells his own daughter he wants to have unprotected sex! And that’s why she is here today! That was it. To him, I was a slightly better orgasm!”

I must admit, there was something awe inspiring in Jack. Honesty. Wilfulness. The man wanted a raw nut, and he took it. The man didn’t want to be a father and he didn’t. And now he wanted his daughter and her daddy issues off his back, and he said it. He didn’t care for shit. Everything wrong with Kaley, to same extent, he caused it. Not through sheer malice. But by means of his force of will and his neglect for others and for the consequences of his actions. And he couldn’t be bothered to even deny it. For a psychiatrist, the man would have been so interesting to talk to. But, of course, folks like Jack rarely end up in the patient chair. So all I got was this view of the man, filtered by the eyes of the daughter that loved and hated him with such fierce intensity.

“So”, Kaley continued, “I told him to take it. Take that raw nut you want so bad I told him. And with that, I took my clothes off, and I laid on the grass, my legs spread, my tits out there. I felt the breeze on my body. I felt the blades of the grass poking at my back. And I felt my father’s eyes on my naked body. He looked. He looked, you know. I could tell something in him was going on. Like he liked what he saw”

“You’re crazy” he told me. “You’re crazy. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“It’s all you ever cared about in life”, I told him, “so take it. Take it now. I know you want nothing more than to fuck me.”
“And what makes you think that?” he asked

“He was going to reject me, you know? He was going to reject me one more time! I couldn’t have that. It would have hurt too much. So, I did what I had to do.” Kaley continued. She sighed. And then kept telling the story.
“I jumped up, ran to him, shoved him onto the ground, and with my hand I cupped his cock. I could feel it hard even against the fabric of the pants. Aha! He was hard. His body did the talking. He did want to fuck me. The old greasy pervert
He tried to fight me back, to push me away. I think I was possessed. I have never been stronger in my life than I was then. It was almost beyond natural. You know? It’s crazy”

“It’s the adrenaline”, I interjected. “Your fight response in full swing. It can make you immune to a lot of the sensations that would normally keep your actions in check. Boundaries. Pain. Tiredness. It all goes away. It’s usually meant for survival”

“That must be it. The adrenaline. You’re right. So, then, well, he tries to push me off, but I didn’t let him. I couldn’t let him. It would have hurt me so much. The rejection. He couldn’t even empty his balls in me. What kind of garbage human am I, you know?”
I can’t say that I did know. I can’t say many, or really any, of my other patients had ever judged their worthiness as people by their own dad’s willingness to use them to “empty his balls”, but here we were. Kaley was overpowering her dad so he would fuck her. The man was hard, because the body does what it does, but to his honor he was at least trying to fend her off

“Finally he was spent. He gave up. He just laid there. So I took his pants off. And I lowered myself on him. I stared right into his eyes as his cock penetrated me. I finally felt one with him. I felt him twitch. I felt his cock thrust ever so slightly. He looked at me as I looked at him. He called me crazy. He told me I was fucked in the head. I didn’t care. I kept riding. His body said yes. In every way. He was so hard. So hot. His cock felt like it would open me up in half. In my mind, it was the biggest, thickest, girthiest, longest, hardest cock I had ever taken. In real life? Barely average. But I didn’t care. I moaned. I chanted like a whore in a brothel.
Fuck me dad. Fuck dad. Fuck me. I love you dad.
He kept calling me all sorts of names. That he would never talk to me again. That he would tell everyone I am a crazy bitch. I didn’t care. I kissed him. I kissed his mouth. His neck. I kissed his chest. My hands found his. Our fingers locked. He locked fingers with me. It was the most beautiful bonding ever. I wanted to cry.”

She was basically raping the man, and yet, she felt the need for that sweet gentle connection, for those fingers locked. Kaley had probably lost her mind. But it all made so perfect sense. She was the product of a man whose only care in life was fucking, whose only love language was fucking, and so she took what she never had: fatherly love. In that grass field, she, for once, felt loved. As she told the story, I knew I would have to report her for her crime. I knew she’d be tried for it. And I already knew what my deposition would be in that court of law: therapy, not prison. Kaley didn’t need jail. Kaley needed years of mental health care. She wouldn’t get it, of course. But I would try. I lost myself in thought for a moment, and suddenly, I zoned back in to the reality of her words. She was still going. She was telling me how she had cum once, then twice, and how she was now begging her dad to cum inside her

“Cum in me dad cum in me cum in me I implored him. I felt that if he did, if I could get him to cum in me, the cycle would close, the circle would be complete. It was all he cared for after all. It was the reason I was there. It was the cause of everything: he wanted to cum in my mom. So now he would cum in me.
He tried to resist. I could tell. I could feel him try to hold it. But finally, he relented. He had to.
I know how to get it out, you know? I am sorry we never got to do it. I just had to go that day. Maybe some other time I’ll ride you too. You’ve been good to me. But, so, he finally came.
He grunted. His hips thrust deeper in me. And he came. I felt it. He came so hard. So abundantly. And once he was done, I pulled out. I put my legs up in the air. I didn’t want to lose it.
Can you imagine if he got me pregnant? Is it fucked that I want my dad’s baby? I thought about it. It would be insane. But I would keep it.
So, anyway, he came so hard. And then I told him, poor dad, seems like nobody was taking care of you. I will take care of you whenever you want.
But he broke my heart. He got me off him, and told me to never talk to him again. That he will call the cops if I ever show up at this house again. And he left. He got in his car and he left. I have tried to find him. It’s been like three weeks now. I miss him. I want him back. I am late. Just days. But I am late. Do you think it could happen?”

“Kaley”, I told her. “What you described to me is a crime. You know that right?”
“Yes” she said meekly. “Yes, but..”
“What this means”, I continued, “is that I must report it to the police. I must tell them you confessed to me that you sexually assaulted your father. You understand what this means?”
“Yes, I do. Can you wait an hour?” she asked me
“Will you hurt yourself?”
“No. I promise. Call the police. In an hour” she said again, and walked out

I looked at the clock. 11:45am. I waited. At 1:00pm, I finally picked up my phone. And dialed the sheriff’s number. “Police, it’s Dr. Ruud. I have a crime to report”

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