Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Allisa
I’m filled with emotions as Papi spreads out my damp towel and guides me onto my hip. As much as I felt trapped and hated my life on Earth, I’m sad to leave and even sadder to not be able to say goodbye.
I remind myself that I never have to see Bradley again. I never have to get up at the crack of dawn to spend all day at a job I hate. I never have to tell my parents how unhappy I was and disappoint them by quitting my job.
There’s a deep bond forming between me and Papi. It’s so strong that already I hate it when he’s not touching me. I’m facing away from him, and I fidget as he does something behind my back.
I don’t even want to look. I’m certain I don’t want to know what’s about to happen.
I calm significantly when Papi puts his hand on my hip. “Roll toward Papi for a moment so I can inject a calming serum into your titty, Baby girl.”
Trembling, I follow his demand. I should jump off this bed and run from the room. Why would I let this man push a needle from his mouth into my nipple? But there’s no denying I found it oddly enjoyable the first time he did it. So, I don’t fight him as he guides my body partially onto my back.
There’s a pillow behind me, keeping me from rolling any farther than he intends. One of my arms is trapped against the mattress. Papi holds my other hand, bringing that arm away from my body, stretching it out behind me. The position opens up my chest, giving him full access.
Papi spreads his free hand on my tummy, and I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. He’s not gentle. He uses enough suction to cause me to wince. And then he lowers his weird quill into my tender nipple, leaving it for a few seconds before finally releasing my sore tit.
He rubs my tummy before easing his palm up to reverently fondle my boob. When his thumb glides over my offended bud, my entire body tingles. It feels so good that my pussy floods with wetness.
“That’s my good girl. Let the serum calm you, Baby girl.”
It’s working. I’m not nearly as stressed as I was a minute ago. Nevertheless, I whimper as he eases me back onto my side. He palms the back of my thigh and guides my top leg forward. “Bend your knee, Little one,” he says softly.
I whimper as he places a pillow under my knee and settles it bent and pushed up toward my chest. He rubs the back of my thigh. My bottom is tingling from the spanking. I know it’s red.
“Relax, Allisa. Trust Papi to take care of you.” His fingers graze my pussy lips. “I want you to stay in this position while I fill your bottom with clean water. I want your pussy open and vulnerable. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” This entire night is surreal. I’m submitting to a man I’ve never met. I’m naked. He’s done unspeakable things to me.
And I want more.
My breath hitches when he parts my butt cheeks, exposing my forbidden hole. I never imagined anyone would ever see this part of me in my entire life. I assume I would have eventually met a man and gotten married, but he would not have ever touched me there or even looked at it.
I met Papi tonight, and he’s staring blatantly at my anus. When he touches the puckered skin, I flinch. His finger is wet and cold.
“It’s just lube, Baby girl. I’m going to spread it up inside you to help stretch your tight bottom and keep you from getting injured when I insert the nozzle.”
Nozzle? My head spins. I purse my lips, not asking questions. It’s better if I don’t know the answers.
Papi eases his finger into my hole. It feels so strange. Wrong. Dirty. People don’t do this. Maybe sometimes a doctor has to, but no one else.
He grips my hip with his other hand, which is so large he can hold my cheeks open at the same time.
“Such a good girl. Try to relax your bottom, Little one.”
That’s an impossibility. I can’t even breathe. All of my focus is on the fact that his finger is inside my dirty hole. It’s sliding deeper. He’s easing it in and out, stroking nerve endings I never knew existed.
“That’s it… Let it feel good.”
It can’t feel good. Right? But I’m panting.
“Give me your hand, naughty girl.”
I flinch, realizing my arm is bent, and I’m pressing it against my breasts.
Papi circles my wrist and brings my hand to my hip, pinning it there. “You may not touch your titties, Allisa,” he reiterates firmly.
Now I feel more exposed. My nipples are hard points, the air in the room chilling both them and my open pussy.
I suddenly whine when Papi removes his finger from my bottom.
“Shhh… Be a good girl and stay nice and still for me while I insert the enema tubing.”
Wetness drips from my pussy. I doubt I’ve been this aroused cumulatively over my entire adult life. Something cold and hard lines up with my anus, and then it’s sliding into me.
“The tubing needs to go deep into your bottom until it reaches the expander. Deep breaths.”
Expander? He uses so many confusing words. This sensation is beyond strange. I can feel the device sliding farther until something wider butts up against my entrance.
“Almost done with this part, Baby girl. Try to relax so the expander can slip into place. It’s a thicker section of the hose. It will work as a plug, keeping the tube inside you while not allowing any of the fluid to leak out.”
It’s so hard to let my bottom relax. I try, but I don’t think I’m successful. A few seconds later, I wince as my rosebud is stretched much wider before it seems to settle into place. The ring of muscles grip around a groove in the plug.
“That’s a good girl,” Papi praises. “Now I’m going to let the cleansing water flow into your bottom. I’ll do it nice and slow, but you’ll probably feel some discomfort in your tummy. I’ll rub it for you to help with the cramping.”
My lip quivers as I try not to cry. “I don’t like it, Papi.” Already I feel fluid entering me. It’s not natural.
He leans over and kisses my temple. “The sensation is new to you, Baby girl. You’ll learn to accept Papi cleaning out your bottom sometimes. I’ll also finger your tight hole every time I change your diaper to help you get used to the penetration.”
I shake my head, feeling defiant. My face is so hot, even though I know it’s not warm in this room. He’s no longer holding my hand against my hip, and I instinctively bring it back toward my chest.
Papi grabs my wrist and extends my arm behind me. He guides my fingers to the tube coming out of my bottom. “Hold the hose up, Baby girl. It will help the water enter you faster.”
Whimpering, I do as he says. It’s awkward. The pillow behind my back keeps me from rolling too far. My chest is fully exposed with my arm stretched behind me like this.
Papi leans over and palms my tummy. “You’ll be so much healthier after we get your bottom cleaned out, Little one.” His words are foreign and so dirty. Whatever comes out of me will be horrifying. I’m not looking forward to that part.
His fingers graze my breasts as he rubs my belly. His hand is so huge that his pinky also strokes my clit.
I’m breathing so heavily that it feels like I’m running a marathon. This is obscene.
Papi strokes long locks of my hair back from my cheek. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, Baby girl. Your hair is so pretty as it dries naturally.”
How could I be beautiful right now? I must look like I’m playing naked Twister. Right arm red… Left foot blue… Left nipple yellow… Right pussy lip green… I doubt he’s familiar with the game.
“You’re doing so well. Your submission is delightful.”
I wince as a cramp hits my tummy.
Papi rubs the spot, seeming to know exactly what I need. A moment later, he slides his fingers up to my breast, grips the globe, and leans over to suckle my nipple again.
I know what’s coming, but it’s still jarring when he pierces my tender bud.
It’s hard to know exactly where he inserts that quill, but I believe he does so right at the base of my distended nipple.
By the time he takes me to get my titties pierced, I’ll be so used to having them punctured that I won’t even care about the hoops.
“All the water is inside you now, Baby girl. Keep your hand on the plug while we wait for the fluid to do its job.” He guides my hand lower, from the tubing to the actual plug at the entrance to my anus.
I can’t believe how huge it is. Bigger than I expected.
Papi strokes my skin, soothing me everywhere. My arm, my hip, my breasts, my cheek, my thighs.
“The expander is made of a clear material that allows me to see inside your rectum, Baby girl. The tissue looks very healthy.”
I shudder. I could have done without that information.
I’m starting to realize he says things like that on purpose to see how I respond, and I’m falling right into his trap because every filthy thing he says makes my pussy clench tighter.
The dirtier and more babyish his words, the more aroused I get.
It’s so frustrating. I can’t help myself. And he knows it. That’s why he keeps offering more statements meant to embarrass and arouse me—because apparently those two things are one and the same.
“Such a good girl,” he praises again. “It feels so nice to submit to Papi, doesn’t it, Little one?”
I sniffle. “Yes, Sir.” The admission makes me tremble, but I’ll never be able to lie to this man. He’d know.
“The machine is going to suck the water back out of you now. When it’s done, I’ll diaper you and any remaining solution will flow into the absorbent material.”
My breath hitches as a whirring sound fills the room. That would be the machine. Luckily it doesn’t take long, and my tummy feels much better without the pressure.
When Papi grips the expander and pops it out, I blow out a relieved breath.
He guides my hand down to my cheek again. “Hold your bottom open for me, while I take care of the equipment, Baby girl.”
I can’t imagine why this is necessary. Probably it’s not. I suspect there’s no medical reason why he needs my rosebud exposed. He’s forcing me to do this because I’m so horny.
He moves around behind me for a minute, and I don’t dare sway an inch in any direction.
“Good girl.” He eases my fingers from my butt cheek, removes the pillow from behind me, and rolls me onto my back. “Knees bent. Legs wide. Arms above your head, Little one.”
I arrange myself to his specifications and watch as he gathers more supplies. He slides a diaper under me before rubbing a cream all over my pussy. It feels so good that I don’t dare move.
“This is just diaper cream, Baby girl. It will protect your sensitive skin so you don’t get a rash. I’ll always apply plenty of it, because I suspect your pale skin is thinner and more tender than other Little girls’.”
My breath hitches when he lifts the hood from my clit and rubs the little button.
“You’ve been so well-behaved. You deserve a reward.
Would you like Papi to make you come by rubbing your pleasure button?
Or do you think you’re ready for Papi to fuck your little cunt with my finger at the same time? ”
My face heats at his vulgar words. He’s so good at that. And he’s waiting for an answer even though he knows exactly what I want and need. “Please, Papi…”
“Please what, Baby girl?”
“Please finger my pussy,” I murmur. “Make me come.”
Papi reaches up to pin my wrists to the mattress before kissing me on the lips.
I love his mouth on mine. It’s so much more intimate than everything else he’s done. He holds my gaze while he kisses me, too. I’m melting for him as he continues to gently stroke my clit.
He licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him, loving the way his tongue now dances with mine. When he finally releases my mouth, he hovers, his face inches from mine. “Eyes on mine, Baby girl.”
I’m looking right at him, but I suspect he’s demanding that I not look away. I won’t.
Papi flips his hand over, presses his thumb against my sensitive nub, and thrusts what I assume is his middle finger into my pussy.
I cry out. The pain is sharp and quick. Unexpected. I shouldn’t be surprised. His finger is probably larger than a human man’s shaft.
Tears come to my eyes as he eases out and presses in again, deeper. It hurts. It feels like he’s tearing my pussy.
“Your cunt is so tight, Allisa. You’re doing so well.
I know it hurts. The pain will subside in a moment.
” I shudder every time he shocks me with the crude word cunt.
He uses it so matter-of-factly. I guess it’s just a word for him.
Or more likely he’s been taught that it’s a dirty word and knows that he rattles me when he says it.
How and when did I get so kinky?
The pain ebbs, and something new takes over. Pleasure. It’s intense and persistent, making me writhe and buck against him. I need to come more than I need my next breath.
Suddenly, he curls his finger toward the front of my channel and seems to pinch my pussy between his finger and his thumb over my clit. My eyes roll back as my orgasm consumes me. My entire body shakes violently with the release.
I’m panting as Papi removes his finger gently from my channel, and I watch in shock as he brings it to his mouth and sucks my juices off the digit. It’s even pink from some of my blood.
He doesn’t clean me up. Instead he pulls the diaper around my hips and fastens the sides.
My pussy continues to convulse for some time, more of my wetness leaking into the diaper.