Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club (13 page)

Heathcliff took Alice’s leash and led her to the center of the room. She stood over the dildo, straddling the device. It was so big, she wondered if it would even fit inside her. He rubbed it with more arousal gel, and then held her hips.

“It’s so big,” she said under her breath.

“You can handle it,” he whispered, then winked. “I did.”

“You fit that,” Alice pointed, “in your bottom?”

“You’re going to love it. Nothing at the Hellfire Club comes close to the Sybian.”

He pressed down on her hips, and the tip of the dildo rested against Alice’s opening. She hadn’t needed any lubricant—Alice was already very wet. But the arousal gel seemed to make her warmer than she ever felt. Warmer, and hornier. Alice began to shiver.

“The gel brings blood to the surface of your skin and stimulates nerve endings,” Heathcliff said. “You’re never going to want to get off.”

“But I do want to get off,” Alice said. “Twenty more times.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said.

Slowly, she lowered herself, the dildo stretching and filling her in such a delicious way she felt very close to coming. When she finally took in its full length, she was comfortably seated on the rounded, leather saddle. Heathcliff cuffed her ankles to either side of the device, smiled at her, and left.

Lewis was only a meter away, holding his cock in one hand, a small black box in the other.

“I’m worried, Alice. I don’t think I’m going to make it,” Lewis said, shaking all over. “We’re going to the pillories for sure.”

“Stop being so negative.” Alice adjusted her position, and the movement made her moan. She’d never felt so
full
, and the feeling was incredible.

“You’re moaning,” Lewis moaned. “I’m going to shoot all over. This arousal gel is driving me insane.”

“Lewis, look at me.”

“I am. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“My eyes, Lewis. Look me in the eyes.”

He did. Alice saw fear there, but also love.

“All we can do is try our best. That’s what marriage is. Sometimes we fall short. Sometimes we screw up. Sometimes we take each other for granted. But as long as we both keep trying, it’s all going to work out.”

She watched his confidence return, and it was sexy as hell. “I swear, if we get through this, I’ll make sure you’re always satisfied in bed, Alice. No more thirty second quickies. I’ll be the lover you deserve.”

“You won me, Lewis, fair and square. I’m all yours.” Alice smiled. “And I’ll hold you to that promise.”

“And I’ll come up with some way to help you get those twenty orgasms, Alice. I will. Even if it kills me.” Lewis filled his lungs, and blew out a big breath. Then he winked. “Just try not to scream.”

“I’ll try.”

“Lewis,” the Marquis commanded. “Set the rotation on the Sybian to level 1.”

Lewis turned a knob on the black control box. The dildo inside Alice began to churn in a tight circle, pressing against her g-spot, and Alice immediately began to scream.

“Sorry!” she blurted to Lewis. But the sensation was so extraordinary she couldn’t stop herself. It wasn’t like the thrust of sword fighting musketeers, or like what Dickens had done to her with the dildo pole. This felt like her feminine parts were on some crazy, sexy carnival ride. She rocked slowly, moving with the rotation, and felt her first orgasm already starting to build.

“Begin to stroke yourself, Lewis.” The Marquis demanded.

Lewis, his face stoic, began to run a hand along the length of his shaft, from his balls to the tip, slowly. Watching him was a huge turn-on, and Alice felt a pang of pity. She was allowed to climax watching him, but he was being denied.

The pity quickly vanished as the waves of orgasm overtook her. She bit her lower lip, tried not to scream, and grumbled “eighty-one” low in her throat.

  The crowd cheered. Alice stared at them, saw the pirates had their pricks out and were touching themselves like Lewis. Several couples were also making love as they watched, including Cleopatra and Marc Antony. Alice’s body flushed in embarrassment at being the object of such intense scrutiny, like she has a circus animal performing for their amusement.

It was so damn hot.

“Turn the vibration on the Sybian to level 1,” the Marquis ordered.

Lewis, his jaw clenched tight and the muscles in his neck bulging, turned the second knob.

The dildo, and the area at the dildo’s base that pressed against Alice’s clitoris, began to buzz.

Oh my!

It wasn’t quite as powerful as the Hitachi, but it was more than enough to get the job done. Combined with the arousal gel, and the rotation, Alice would easily get nineteen more orgasms. The only trick would be to control her passion, so she didn’t excite Lewis to the point of no return.

Tensing her entire body, trying to remain still, Alice trembled with her second orgasm but managed to stay quiet. She breathed out, “eighty-two” and glanced at Lewis, whose stroking had slowed down. His face was pinched as if he was struggling to use what Jane had taught him, and he was obviously very close to coming.

Then there was a
whack!
and Lewis almost fell forward. Behind him, the Marquis De Sade wielded his long paddle, and he’d given Lewis a hard one.

“Faster,” De Sade said.

Lewis twisted both knobs, and Alice screamed. The vibration went
waaaaaaay
beyond the Hitachi, and the rotation was now five times as fast.

“Eighty-three!” she yelled, her toes curling and her entire body wracked with unbearable pleasure.

“I meant stroke yourself faster,” the Marquis whacked Lewis again, and seeing him spanked caused Alice’s single orgasm to lead into another.

“Eighty-four!”

Lewis’s erection seemed to have grown after de Sade’s paddling, and he increased his stroking speed while grunting at Alice, “Hurry, Alice!”

Alice needn’t any coaxing. The Sybian was truly the most magnificent device ever invented. She quickly climaxed four more times, the last one squirting all over the saddle.

The crowd cheered.

Alice threw her head back and began to hump the device as it ravaged her, and De Sade approached and began to stroke and pinch her breasts. Normally, she would have protested his rough treatment, but as aroused as she was Alice wanted him to squeeze even harder.

Her fantasies were answered as he placed a nipple clamp on her right breast, and then her left. To these he added hanging weights, which pulled on Alice as they squeezed.

Hatter and Hare circled around her, recording the whole thing.

“I do believe she’s enjoying herself,” Hare said.

“We should ask.” Hatter stuck a microphone near Alice’s mouth. “Are you enjoying yourself, Alice?”

“Eighty-nine!” she screamed, louder than she had at any time previously that day.

“I think we can interpret that as a yes,” Hatter said.

Lewis had his eyes closed—no doubt he’d be paddled for that—but de Sade was presently occupied with Alice, stepping behind her.

“Raise up that luscious bottom of yours.”

Alice did, and in lifting her bottom it pressed her throbbing clitoris harder against the vibrator.

The first spank made Alice scream again.

The second made her scream even louder. The sensations of pain and pleasure were intermingling, until it seemed like every nerve in her body was on fire.

The third spank made her come again.

“Ninety!”

Halfway there. She looked up at Lewis, and saw he was completely frozen. He’d ceased stroking himself, and his eyes were wide with both love and lust, his mouth hanging open. Alice had seen her husband look at her like that before, but now, in front of the crowd, with Lewis trying so desperately not to come, she felt more affection for him than she’d had in years.

“Turn both dials up all the way,” the Marquis said.

All the way? Hadn’t they already been up all the way? How much more powerful could the Sybian…

“OH MY GOD!”

Alice went into orgasm overload, as she had in the Swing Room. Except this was more intense, more relentless. Her entire body felt like electrified pleasure. She screamed and thrashed and bucked so hard that everyone else in the room seemed to disappear. One of her nipple clamps fell off, and the blood returning was more painful than the clamp itself, but that just added to the overall body orgasm. And it went on and on and on.

Alice was so lost in the rapture that she’d forgotten to count, and she managed to rattle off numbers up to ninety-seven.

“Turn the Sybian off!” the Marquis shouted above Alice’s cries and the cheers of the crowd.

Alice managed to call out, “Ninety-eight!” just as the vibration and rotation ceased. She was panting, her whole body flushed and sweaty, her hair in her face, and she looked around to see what would happen next.

“This movie will be magnificent!” Hatter declared. “Stupendous! A blockbuster! It will enthrall people like nothing that came before!”

“I left the lens cap on,” the March Hare said.

“Okay, let’s take it all again from the top,” Hatter said.

“Let’s not,” the Marquis replied, pushing between them. “Jane! Heathcliff! Make Lewis come.”

Jane walked over to Lewis and took the Sybian control box from his hands, tossing it to the side. She immediately dropped to her knees and deep throated his cock.

Heathcliff, lubing up his sizeable erection positioned himself behind Lewis and grabbed his shoulders.

When Lewis was penetrated, he cried out in such a way that Alice was sure he’d just climaxed.

But Jane didn’t seem to acknowledge it. Her head continued to bob, and Lewis placed his hands on her hair.

“Alice!” her husband yelled. “Hurry!”

Alice began to fuck the dildo, riding it as much as she was able to with her legs bound. She was starting to get the rhythm right when
whack!
the paddle once again slapped against her bottom.

With the Sybian off, the paddle hurt a lot more.

Alice concentrated, trying to get the motion right, but the spanking didn’t cease.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Alice began to lose her desire. The spanking had gone from erotic to painful.

She glanced at Lewis, desperate, and saw him in the throes of absolute ecstasy. Alice had stuck her fingers into his bottom a few times during their marriage, rubbing his prostate, and it had always given Lewis violent orgasms. She couldn’t imagine how much his prostate was being stimulated with Heathcliff’s big cock rubbing against it.

And she watched how that slut, Jane, greedily sucked on Lewis’s cock. With all the perverts in the crowd fucking themselves or each other.

The dirty thoughts, and dirty words, began to turn Alice on.

“Do you like having your cock sucked, Lewis?” she called. “Do you like that slut taking it deep in her mouth, and pulling on your balls?”

“Unnghh,” Lewis said.

Alice continued to grind against the dildo.

“Do you like being fucked up the ass? That thick cock up your ass feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Unnnghg…. yesssss,” Lewis managed to squeak out, trying his best to work with her.

“And do you like watching the Marquis de Sade spank my ass with his cruel paddle?”

Lewis nodded just as the paddle smacked against Alice’s red bottom once again, but this time her own vulgar words were enough to turn the pain back into pleasure, and she shook with a wonderful orgasm.

“Ninety-nine!” she triumphantly declared.

And then, suddenly, her legs were being untied and the Marquis was lifting her off of the delicious Sybian.

“And that’s all you shall have, dear Alice. Now you can watch as your husband comes, and your count is reset to zero.”

“That’s cruel!”

The Marquis rolled his eyes. “Duh. I’m the Marquis De Sade, remember?”

Alice didn’t know what to do. With her hands cuffed behind her, she couldn’t touch herself. And the Marquis firmly held her by the arm, so she couldn’t try to get back on the Sybian, or run into the crowd and let one of them have their way with her.

Her eyes scanned the onlookers and she saw the four Musketeers, all with their cocks out and stroking furiously. “Athos! Porthos! Come down here and fuck me! Please!”

They laughed, but didn’t move.

Alice saw Marc Antony impaling his queen from behind. “A little help here?” she asked.

For a second, she thought the Roman general would oblige, then Shakespeare moved up behind him, adding to the daisy chain and destroying her hopes.

“Hatta? Haigha?”

But they hadn’t even heard her, still trying to get the lens cap off their camera.

Alice wasn’t sure what do. Poor Lewis was almost whimpering, trying to hold his orgasm back. It was pitiable. It was pathetic.

It was a turn-on.

In fact, everywhere Alice looked, something erotic was happening. The three-way Lewis sandwich. The musketeers. The crowd fucking and sucking and masturbating.

Alice recalled what Jane had taught her.

Your biggest erogenous zone is your mind. Sex is all in your brain. If the brain gives into the fantasy, the body will follow.

Alice drank in all the debauchery around her, clenching her buttocks, flexing and releasing her Kegel muscles. She thought about all of the unbearably erotic things that had happened to her today. Blackbeard edging her. Queequeg’s foot massage. Heathcliff’s orgasm torture. Madame Bovary’s orgasm denial with Lewis. Cleopatra’s bath. The musketeers swordfights. Being slammed at the poetry slam. The power of the Sybian.

“What are you doing?” De Sade said, noticing Alice had begun to tremble. “Bend over at once, you naughty girl!”

Alice willingly did, and as the Marquis smacked her tender bottom with his paddle, the fantasies in her head took over and she moaned. So close… so close… All she needed was just a little push.

“Alice!”

She glanced up at her husband, his face the picture of determination.

“I love you, Alice!” Lewis yelled. “I love you so much! I always have, and I always will, and I’ll hold out forever if I have to!”

And the sound of her husband’s voice, yelling the words they’d neglected to say to one another for far too long, telling her how he truly felt, pushed her over the edge, and an orgasm seized her, shuddering to her toes.