The wonderful, lazy time came to an end, and we had to face one of the bigger challenges. Breaking Lana would be important, and the initial time with her by Daniel had been instrumental in accomplishing that. She was a good halfway there by now, I thought. But it was time for the next step.

We walked into the room and Daniel was still busy, or busy again, at tormenting her. Her cunt was gaping wide, dripping juices; apparently just finished being screwed again, yet she was still moaning. Still cumming? Had Dan opened the 'flood gates' and let her true self out?

"Junior. Conference time!" He looked up from twisting nipples and slapping, nodded, and pulled up his shorts.

Walking out into the hall, we discussed what he had done; good progress, but now it was my turn again. Rusty wanted to come in to watch, and I felt it might help... but she couldn't participate, that would come later.

I opened the gambit by walking into the room into Lana's line of vision.
"What a SLUT! Fucking your own son? Then laying there, cunt dripping, body demanding more. You would not fuck your own husband, could not keep him interested, but none-the-less still want more from the boy!" I reached down and began to systematically slap her, face, tits, stomach, arms, legs, all over. My voice needed to be the voice of her conscience, the one which she heard when she was doing things she considered wrong.

She opened her eyes for the first time in a while, and saw my face, filling all the area she could see. "You are going to listen now, and I am going to tell you stories about what your husband has done to people placed under his care. See this woman here? Here's what he's done to her..."

On and on, worse and worse, some of it her fault according to the 'voice of her conscience'. Building the guilt on her childhood, on her treatment of him, on the treatment of her kids. The attitude of her daughter that 'butter would not melt in her mouth', she was so perfect. All her fault.

Pounding on the fears, the sufferings of the family. And before my eyes, after hours and hours, she broke, sobbing.