Day Sixteen: Spa Treatments

“Ahhhh!” I cried out as the burning stretch I was experiencing turned into pure pain.

“Shhh, shh little one,” Abuela murmured, twisting her four fingers counter-clockwise in my pussy. “It’s a good hurt.”

I sagged back onto the gynecological table and tried once again, unsuccessfully, to close my spread legs. When I had entered the smaller treatment room earlier to see a gyno table, I wasn’t surprised. When my feet were put into stirrups, my legs were spread wide and then were strapped down I didn’t even utter a sound of protest. But now, they made it impossible to protect my poor cunny. I grunted in pain as she spread her fingers wide inside of me, stretching my little hole further.

Abuela bent her head down low between my thighs and I felt the strong suction of her mouth as she latched onto my clit. Pleasure shot through my body as I tensed. The line between pain and pleasure was blurring and I could feel my pussy weep a little in response.

“That’s a good señorita,” she praised. “Relax el coño for me.”

“Abuela!” I screamed as she forced her thumb to join the rest of her hand inside of me.

She rubbed my clit roughly with her free hand, making my whole body undulate on the table.

“Yes little one, that’s it,” she soothed. “Open up for me.”

I felt her fingers pinch my clit and then pulled it hard. I started cumming almost immediately, a powerful orgasm flowing through me. While I was distracted, she took the opportunity to make a fist with her hand and shoved it deep into my cunt.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed as my pussy squeezed around her, the small ring of my opening clenching tightly around her wrist like a bracelet.

“Good girl,” she praised as I panted. “Abuela will get you opened up, don’t worry.” She steadily fucked her fist into me, occasionally twisting it this way and that to rub her knuckles over my g-spot, making me gush cum every so often with a whimper. “You have such a beautiful pussy, little one. So special.” She leaned down to suck on my clit again, smacking her lips when I squirted into her mouth.

“I can’t—” I started to protest.

“Ah señorita, you can,” she said with a wink. “Let me go deeper like your papa requested.”

I reached up to cup my tits, my nipples hard and aching as they bounced slightly from her thrusts between my legs. I felt a strange, but not unpleasant, sensation high up in my cunny and gasped at the feeling.

Abuela chuckled knowingly. “You like that, eh little one?”

I groaned as the feeling got stronger. “Wha—what is that?”

“I’m rubbing your cervix señorita, feels good no?”

I nodded frantically and could see the bulge of her fist in my belly as she continued the sensual internal massage.

“When you are ready, your papa will have you opened here,” she said calmly as I moaned uncontrollably. I concentrated on the sensation and could feel her fingertip swirling around the opening of my womb pleasurably.

“For—ugh,” I grunted as she went back to punching roughly in and out of me. “For what?”

“For breeding,” she said matter-of-factly and then slapped my open pussy hard with her hand several times. The flat of her palm hit directly on my clit each time.

“Fuck!” I screamed as I began to cum again.

“Yes! Good little one! Cum for Abuela!” she cheered.

Sometime later I opened my eyes, groggy and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. My thighs were still strapped open and I could feel my heartbeat in my cunny. It was so sensitive.

“Ah good, little one. You’re awake,” Abuela said from nearby.

I turned my head and looked over at her in the small room to see she was washing her hands in the little sink there.

“You passed out on me,” she explained, reaching for some paper towels to dry her hands. “You came nice and hard for me like a good girl. You feel better now, si?”

I nodded.

“Good, your papa will be pleased with how much I stretched you,” she said as she leaned in close between my legs to examine her handiwork.

I blushed at her blatant inspection.

“Let’s get you into his milking room. He should be just about wrapping up and ready for you,” Abuela said, reaching up to undo the straps holding my legs open. She helped me stand slowly and then gave my pussy a quick rub and an approving smack. “Excellent, all open and ready to be fucked. Follow me señorita.”

She handed me my plush spa robe to shrug on so I wouldn’t catch a chill and we left the room. We walked through the main room and into the River area where the watersports and wet work was housed. I smiled to myself, remembering the day Hannah and I received enemas there. The sounds of moaning and the occasional high-pitched squeal echoed in my ears. As we walked down another small hallway I could hear Daddy groaning behind the closed door ahead of us. I’d know that sound anywhere.

Abuela chuckled at the loud grunts he was making. “Your papa is a big, strong bull. You’re a very lucky girl.”

I shyly nodded in agreement.

She rapped her knuckles on the door two times in warning and then opened it without waiting for a reply. I was not prepared for what I saw.

Daddy was naked on all fours on a bed with an equally naked Andre behind him. Andre’s cock was slowly and deeply moving in and out of Daddy’s asshole. Every time Andre fully seated his cock inside Daddy, Daddy grunted and then groaned as he slid it out to the tip with each thrust.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Abuela said, clearing her throat. “Missy’s hole is stretched and ready for you Mr. Bourne.”

Daddy’s head hung down between his braced arms, his ripped body dripping with sweat. His face was a picture of pure agony as he grimaced through the slow, thorough fucking Andre was giving him.

“Thank you Abuela,” Andre replied for him. “We’re almost done here, the big fucker is finally almost empty.”

It was then that I noticed Daddy’s cock was attached to some kind of equipment. His heavy dick was surrounded by a clear cylinder, the end of which had a small plastic tube that ran into a medical bag. The baggie was filled with a little over a cup of a white, creamy liquid. It was Daddy’s cum! They were collecting it as it dripped out of him with every thrust of Andre’s cock. It all made sense now—they were milking his sensitive prostate.