Shows her some filthy porn

Cautiously, Madison leaned away from Dr. Ellington's hand as it touched her flesh. Being with her therapist was supposed to be her safest space. Now she wasn't sure.

"Relax," Dr. Ellington ordered, her voice low and soothing. "Let me show something that's right with the world."

Madison tried to focus on the warmth emanating from Dr. Ellington's touch, but she couldn't shake the feeling that things weren't right. She wanted to end the session, but she found herself paralyzed by a mix of fear and fascination.

Dr. Ellington stood up and walked over to her laptop, which sat perched on a small table in the corner of the office. She pressed a few keys, and the screen flickered to life, displaying a video of three naked men and a girl in a pink wig. The men all had huge erect cocks and within seconds they began using them to violate the girl, fucking her every hole.

"I'm not like really into... porn and stuff," Madison said, her voice barely audible above the sound of the video.

"It's not about what you like," Dr. Ellington responded, her own eyes fixed on the screen in excitement. "Remember what we’ve discussed about your selfish tendency to center yourself."

As Madison watched the scene unfold, she couldn't help but feel strange. Her breathing quickened, and she felt an unfamiliar heat building between her legs.

The girl in the video began to cry as the men took turns fucking her ass hard. She trembled. She screamed. She was completely at their sadistic mercy.

Dr. Ellison positioned herself behind Madison, and soon her hands were on the back of the Madison's neck, caressing it, then rubbing down to her shoulders, and beginning to slide beneath the front neckline of her modest shirt. Madison could feel her therapist's breath and hear her moans as the men in the video switched tactics and began deep throating the girl.

Madison couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen as the men in the video continued to **** the poor girl. With each passing moment, she felt herself slipping deeper into a state of unreality, her body trembling much like the girl's.

She didn't want to be there right now, but there was something unavoidably entrancing about the forbidden nature of what was happening. Madison watched the video thinking maybe the girl felt the same way.

"Good girl," Dr. Ellington praised, running a finger along Madison's jawline. "Now doesn’t it feel right to watch a fuck slut be used in just the way it deserves?"

Or maybe she was just miserable. One of the men placed his foot on the back of her head as another's cock was buried deep in her throat. The girl began to retch and gag. Madison felt Dr. Ellington's hand creep further down her shirt, getting dangerously close to her breasts.

The tension was unbearable. Madison knew some sort of release needed to happen. And she suspected it was going to happen on the video in a truly vile nature.

She was right. The girl in the wig erupted, puking all over the cock that was buried deep inside her throat. It was too disgusting to watch. And yet Madison didn't let herself look away, assuming it would be over soon. But it wasn't. The second man took a turn making the poor girl puke. Then the third, although he didn't use his cock, he simply shoved his fingers into her throat as the other two men spat on the girl.

"Mmmmm" Dr. Ellington groaned with pleasure at the sight of it all, her hand finally finding it's way above Madison's bra. "Now tell me, doesn't it feel good to watch a filthy fuck toy get used the way it's supposed to?"

Madison felt so strange, nervous, excited, wrong. And she had no idea how to answer.