Fernanda screamed her lungs out as Doma shoved her fist wrist-deep into her back end without a warning. The maids held her in place, and Doma pushed down on her back with one hand with a grin. "Stop struggling. The less you resist, the faster I'm going to get this finished and done with."
Fernanda was appalled; she had just gotten on the massage table and didn't expect it. In fact, Doma didn't even try to slowly slip fingers in. She clenched a fist and forced it all in with a single push.
"Stop! Moving your hand!" Fernanda cried, and Doma wasn't listening. She was like a dentist; the moment she started working, she wouldn't stop. Fernanda can struggle as much as she wants, but the moment she agreed to get on the table, her fate was sealed.
"Calm down, I found it. But, bad news. It is far deeper than I thought. I'll have gone as deep as my elbow… and put a hole into your intestine."
