Page 26 of His Little Cryptolite

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 yourbottom 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.