Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland (13 page)

And that was exactly how the Duchess used it, starting by teasing Alice’s nipples, and then slowly bringing it down between her open legs. The Duchess rubbed it across Alice, over and over, until it was slick with wetness.

“Did Mock Turtle do this to you?” She penetrated Alice, filling her.

Alice groaned, her eyes closing in rapture.

“What was that?” the Queen asked. “Read that back to me.”

Cheshire imitated Alice’s gasp without missing a stroke.

The Queen frowned. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Noooo,” croaked Alice, barely able to breathe.

“Did he try this?” Pumping it in and out, slowly and deliciously, The Duchess coated the stick with Alice’s juices as Alice tried in vain to stop her hips from bucking.

“Oh… oh… oh… oh… no…”

“How about this?”

And with the baton still deeply inside Alice, The Duchess gave the swing a spin. Alice began to twirl while impaled upon the stick, screaming all the while. The feeling was so amazing, so intense, that coupled with the dizziness of the rotation, Alice came very close to blacking out. When the swing finally came to a stop, Alice saw that the Hatter and the Hare, the Maus and Cheshire, Pilar and the Queen and Dick were all stroking themselves and staring at her. And all Alice could think of was how good she felt and how much she wanted it to go on forever.

Then the Duchess pulled the baton out of Alice, and Alice almost cried. “Please… don’t stop…”

“I’m finished with this witness,” said the Duchess, and she walked briskly to the back of the room.

The Queen turned to Pilar. “Your witness, Mr. Caterpillar.”

“My witness?” Pilar stood and smiled. “I’ll take her back to my Pink Room of Bunnies and pry the truth out of her. I don’t care how long it takes. Hours. Days. I’ll make her come so many times she’ll beg for me to stop. But I won’t stop. Not until I break her.”

“Oh, please do,” Alice said, whimpering.

“I’m afraid you can’t,” answered the Queen. “This story is already longer than the original it is parodying, and you need to get on with it. What say you?”

“I say, put Mock Turtle in the pillory and flog him for his heinous crimes.”

“You’re his defense attorney,” the Queen reminded Pilar. “How do you defend your client?”

Pilar glanced at the Mock Turtle, naked and pouting, his tortured member twitching with no immediate hope of release. “Oh, there’s no defense for not seeing to your partner’s needs.”

“Can I get a new lawyer?” Mock Turtle asked.

“Bailiff! Gag the defendant!”

Dick swaggered over to Turtle, and forced a red rubber ball into his mouth. It had a leather strap attached to it, and Dick wound that around Turtle’s head and buckled it in place. Almost immediately, a line of drool fell from Turtle’s chin.

Alice had never seen such a terrible device. It made Turtle look so pathetic. So helpless.

It was such a turn on, Alice dropped her hand to her womanhood and began to rub.

“Can I be gagged too?” she asked.

“Perhaps later,” promised the Queen. “Call your next witness, Duchess.”

“I think it’s time to put Mock Turtle on the stand.”

The Queen shook her head. “You can’t call the defendant as a witness. Only the defense attorney can do that.”

“Then that’s what I’ll do,” said Pilar.

And Dick didn’t ask Mock Turtle to place his hand on his cock, but he swore him in anyway. Turtle mumbled his response around the gag.

“Can you read that back?” the Queen asked.

“Mmphhh-mmmbbaa,” repeated Cheshire.

“Your witness,” said the Queen to Pilar. “Ask your questions.”

“Oh, he doesn’t have to answer to me,” said Pilar.

“Prosecution?”

The Duchess shook her head, now busy using the baton on herself. “He doesn’t have to answer to me, either.”

The Queen focused on Alice. “They’re right, you know. There’s only one person he must answer to, and that’s you.”

“But I don’t—”

“Then I will sentence him immediately, and judging from the evidence I’ve seen, the sentence is death.”

“But isn’t that for the jury to decide?”

The Queen peered at the jury box. Hatter was busy riding Hare, and Hare had his mouth full of Maus.

“The jury seems preoccupied,” the Queen said. “Mock Turtle, for the crime of ignoring your partner’s needs, I sentence you to—”

“Wait!” Alice shouted. She couldn’t let Mock Turtle die, not when she might be able to save him. She didn’t have a clue how she would do that, but if there was anything Alice had learned in her time in Wonderland, it was that being timid never got her anywhere. It was time to be bold. “I have some questions for Mock Turtle, and before he is sentenced, he needs to answer to me.”

“Very well, Alice. Ask away.” And Alice thought she could detect a note of pride in the Queen’s voice.

Alice tried to remember all the courtroom shows she’d seen on TV, but she doubted much of what she’d seen would apply here. Best as she could recall, Matlock didn’t have a sex swing. And on
Law and Order
, the judge never wore latex. Alice hadn’t seen
Boston Legal
, but she’d heard good things.

Alice looked around the room, hoping for a bout of inspiration, and she noticed an odd chair with a tall back, short legs, and a round seat with a hole in the center. It almost looked like a toilet, but there didn’t appear to be any plumbing, and it had another odd hole in the front at the base, and leather straps on the sides with buckles on them.

The ideas popping into Alice’s mind were embarrassing, or at least they should have been. But instead of embarrassment, Alice felt a renewed tingle between her legs.

“What kind of chair is that?” she asked.

“It’s called a queening chair,” answered the Queen.

“Why is it called a queening chair?” Alice figured if anyone would know such things, it would be the Queen herself.

“Because it will make you feel like a queen,” came the answer. “The accused lies on his back, beneath the chair, with his head and hands secured in place. The seat has a hole in it, directly above the prone man’s face. When a woman sits upon it, the man has complete access to her. She could sit comfortably there for hours.”

Alice swallowed the large lump in her throat, and waited until the shiver had passed. “If it would please the court, I would like the defendant to be locked into place under the chair.”

The Queen smiled. “Oh, it would please the court, all right. Very much.”

Dick escorted Mock Turtle to the chair and directed him to lie on his back, his face staring up through the space where the chair’s seat should be. His ball gag was removed, and his neck locked in place. His wrists were cuffed on either side of the chair.

“You’ll require this,” the Queen said to Alice, handing her a stiff, black riding crop with a fat swatch of leather on the end. “If he doesn’t follow your orders, give him a little swat.”

Alice approached the queening chair, her legs shaking. She stared down at Turtle, his poor ribboned member stiff and turning an angry purple color, his eyes pleading up at her through the oval hole in the chair’s seat.

“I’m sorry,” he told Alice. “Forgive me.”

And she almost did, right there, and was just turning to ask the Queen for mercy when Turtle continued with, “I’ve even written a poem to express my remorse.”

The frown creased Alice’s face immediately, and before he could begin to recite she moved to the chair and settled her bottom. It was a curious sensation, because the opening in the seat relaxed Alice’s pelvic muscles, so everything down there hung low, like a ripe fruit ready to fall from the vine. Alice could feel Mock Turtle’s hot breath directly upon her. She stared down, seeing his chin between her legs, and adjusted her position—

Right onto his mouth.

Alice wanted to rub herself all over him, grind upon him, force him to deliver the pleasure he’d denied her earlier with his selfishness and his haste. But she controlled herself.

Control,
Alice thought.
Is that what this has been about all along? Controlling our own lives, and the pleasure we both give and receive.

“Lick me,” she ordered Mock Turtle.

He began in such earnestness it was as if he’d been waiting his whole life for someone to give him that command. His movements were so frantic, Alice felt as if he had two tongues. First he began beneath her, toward her bottom, and then penetrated her stiffly, making Alice clench the queening chair’s arms and dig in her nails. Turtle’s tongue drew upward, but to the side, missing her most sensitive spot. Then to the left, slow and soft. Then the right again, stopping to once again pierce her opening.

“Higher!” Alice yelled. And she used the riding crop to give him a flick on his stiff manhood.

He yelped, and then began to lap at her most sensitive spot, using his mouth and lips and taking her into his mouth and sucking gently.

“Order him to clean you all over,” the Queen said.

“Lower,” Alice said, once again using the crop, this time on his inner thigh.

Alice moved forward in the chair, capturing his flicking tongue with her backside, as Hare had done at the tea party. But rather than just one lick, Turtle seemed intent to devour Alice. If she’d ever thought that part of her was dirty, it wasn’t after Mock Turtle finished his warm, wet assault.

She smacked him again with the riding crop, not because he was doing anything wrong, but because Alice simply liked doing it. Once again she changed positions, giving him full access to her clitoris, ordering him to suck her as he had before.

And then Alice felt the wave begin to crest in her again, and she pressed herself down onto Turtle’s willing mouth, eyeing his stiff member, wanting it to fill the ache inside.

“You may get off the queening chair and use him as you wish,” the Queen said, reading her mind.

Alice stood up, immediately dropping to her knees, and spreading herself wide, she slid down Mock Turtle’s stiff manhood. She cried out, and the jury and the rest of the courtroom began to applaud. It was then that Alice not only forgave Mock Turtle, but also forgave Lewis for his inexperience and naivete.

“I have reached a verdict,” the Queen declared. “Mock Turtle, you have been sentenced to…”

The entire court held its collective breath.

“To be trained by Alice!” the Queen ordered. “You shall remain her sex slave until you learn how to satisfy her completely. Case dismissed!

Alice smiled happily at the Queen’s verdict as she furiously rode the Mock Turtle’s member, with its ribbon tied around the base so he would stay stiff as long as she desired. He moaned in appreciation.

“Thank you for saving my life, Alice,” he said between grunts. “All I needed was someone to teach me what to do.”

And when she looked down at his face through the hole in the queening chair, he was no longer Mock Turtle.

He was her boyfriend, Lewis.

Alice opened her eyes, the white rabbit vibrator bringing her close to yet another glorious orgasm.

She’d lost count of how man she’d had, how many fantasies she’d dreamed up, but after endless, constant ecstasy for over an hour, Alice wanted more.

She wanted the real thing.

Turning on the picnic blanket, she stared at Lewis, still snoring, completely oblivious to the bliss she’d been experiencing, the change she’d gone through.

“Wake up,” Alice said, giving him a shake on the shoulder.

Lewis’s eyelids fluttered open. “Oh, hey, Alice. Sorry, I must have dozed off.” His gaze dropped, focusing on the white rabbit still buzzing and undulating inside her. “Hey! You’re using it. That’s great, I—”

Alice switched off the rabbit and tossed it aside, no longer needing it.

“Take. Off. Your. Pants,” Alice ordered. “Now.”

Lewis didn’t waste any time, and in a flash his pants were off and he was reaching for her.

“No,” she said, pushing him back. “You aren’t allowed to touch me unless I give you permission.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Think of it as a game,” Alice said. “If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, or that you don’t like, you can say a safeword and I’ll stop. Your safeword is…” Alice searched the fantasies she’d been so recently occupied with, and came upon the perfect one. “Wonderland.”

“Wonderland,” he repeated. “Got it. So what are you going to—”

Alice silenced him with a kiss, her tongue penetrating his mouth as her hand sought his manhood, stroking and pulling on it until it was quite still. She’d never touched Lewis there before, and was delighted to discover how long and thick he was, with the same delightful curve as the March Hare in her fantasies. Lewis moaned, immediately beginning to buck his hips.

“Hold still, she demanded.

Incredibly, Lewis listened. Alice reached up, pulling the blue ribbon out of her hair, and then deftly tying it around the base of Lewis’s member.

“What are you doing, Alice?”

She hesitated only the slightest of moments, then said with authority, “Your cock belongs to me. You shall only come when I allow it. First, you shall satisfy my needs.”

Lewis’s eyes became wide as the plates on which they’d eaten their picnic lunch. Alice placed her hands on her boyfriend’s shoulders, then swung a leg over, straddling him.

“Reach up and play with my tits.”

Lewis did so eagerly. He squeezed her breasts, then his fingers found her nipples, rubbing and pulling and causing delightful sensations up and down Alice’s spine. She moaned, rubbing herself on Lewis’s chest, electric ripples of pleasure making her tremble. Then she moved higher on him, her knees on either side of his ears, until he stared directly up into her.

“You are going to lick my
pussy
, Lewis,” Alice said, and the vulgarity of the word was so exciting she was already on the verge of orgasm.

“Yes,” Lewis said, his tongue stretching out and reaching for her.

Alice had never noticed before, but Lewis had the longest tongue she’d ever seen. She lowered herself onto it, slowly, pausing when only the very tip touched her, waiting there as he traced the outline of her feminine parts, over and over. She pressed closer, and Lewis entered her with his glorious tongue, moving it in and out until Alice had no choice but to cry out. She wanted nothing more than to squat fully down, as on the queening stool in her fantasies, but instead she pulled back again, teasing both Lewis and herself, drawing it out and heightening her anticipation and pleasure.