Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland (4 page)

A beast that demanded to be fed.

“Let him try to tease me beyond endurance,” Alice said to herself, stiffening her upper lip. “I can handle anything he does. Even the riding crop. This can’t possibly get any more intense.”

Pilar came back from the cabinet with a leather bag. “Did you say something, dear Alice?”

“I said you can tease me however long you like. I can take it.”

“Is that so?”

“Indeed.”

Pilar reached his hand between her bare legs, rubbing her wetness, beginning the slow and steady rhythm again. Alice wanted to buck against him, to beg him to go faster, but she set her jaw and refused to give him the satisfaction of even a moan. But when Pilar took his hand away, Alice once again had to fight to not cry.

“Poor little Alice. How she suffers so.”

Pilar reached into his bag and took out a small, golden chain. On each end was a wooden, spring-action clothespin.

“These hurt somewhat going on,” he said. “But the real sensation begins when they are pulled off. The feeling is tripled.”

Pilar pinched some skin of her inner thigh, and clamped the clothespin down. It brought a brief pinch of hurt, but then only pressure. Alice thought, wickedly, how it would feel clamped down elsewhere on her body.

“See?” Pilar said. “Not bad at all. But when I remove it.”

He pulled off the clothespin, and the pinched bit of skin seemed to burn like she’d been struck with a wooden cane.

“Oh!” Alice cried out. It hurt, but as with the spanking, the sensation melded with the feeling in her shaven area, heightening the intensity of her longing.

“I shall clamp these onto your nipples,” Pilar said.

“No, you can’t!” Alice said.

“I can. And I will.”

Then his hand was between her legs again, rubbing and teasing. Alice clenched her jaw, watching as he brought up the clothespin, pinching the end so it opened like a tiny bird’s beak. He touched her nipple with it as she watched, helpless. Then he clamped it upon her.

Alice screamed. Not from pain. As before, somehow the heat between her thighs connected with the sensation in her breast, and a wave of pleasure hit her like a slap.

Panting now, her breath in short gasps, Alice watched as Pilar opened up the clothespin’s partner, circling it lazily around her areola as the fingers of his other hand thrust inside her with increasing speed.

“Do you want me to clamp this on your nipple?” he asked.

Alice couldn’t answer.

Pilar slowly began to withdraw his finger, until it barely touched her entrance.

“Yes!” Alice blurted out.

“Beg me.”

“Please, Pilar!”

The clothespin bit into her nipple just as he roughly entered her again, two fingers this time, going in and out with increasing speed. The pinch in her breast grew to encompass Alice’s whole body, and her eyes squeezed shut as a wave built inside her unlike anything she’d felt previously, and then—

“Not yet,” Pilar said, withdrawing his hand. “You aren’t ready.”

“I’m…” Alice gasped, “I’m ready.”

“I think not.”

“I really think I am.”

Pilar shook his head.

Alice wanted to scream. To cry. She was torn between wanting to strangle him, and begging him to touch her again.

“How about,” Alice said while panting, “we trade?”

Pilar narrowed his eyes. “Trade what?”

“Keep touching me, and I’ll…”

“You’ll…?”

Alice blurted out the most daring thing she could think of. “I’ll kiss you… on your private.”

Pilar laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Alice asked, the blush rising again, her hips yearning to brush against him.

“Dear Alice, when I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to deep throat my cock and swallow every last drop of my essence.”

Alice had never heard such vulgarity directed at her. As aroused as she was, the very idea was ludicrous. Just saying she would kiss him there was as outrageous as she could possibly get. There was nothing he could do to her to make her do
that
.

Pilar seemed to drink in the expression of disgust on her face, and reached into his bag again and held up a…

“What is that?” Alice asked.

It was shaped like Lewis’s manhood, but made of black plastic and quite a bit larger. There were also tiny bumps across the surface.

“This is one of my smaller models,” Pilar said.

“You call that small?”

“It’s about the same size as I am. I don’t have the bumps though. Open your mouth.”

Alice shook her head. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t care if you keep me here and tease me for eternity.” And secretly, part of her hoped he would. But Alice wanted no part of putting that plastic monstrosity in her mouth.

Pilar took something else out of the bag with his other hand. It was bigger, but not shaped like a body part. She recognized it from the store Sharper Image when she visited the mall. It was a back massager. An eighteen inch handle, with a soft rubber ball on the end that vibrated.

A back massage? Now? It didn’t make sense, although Alice was rather tense in the shoulder.

Without saying a word, Pilar switched on the massager—

—and pressed it between her legs.

Alice gasped. The feeling was so intense, so acute, it made everything that happened previously that day seem trivial.

“This is a Hitachi Wand,” Pilar said. “The most powerful massager in the world. Right now, you’re experiencing the low speed. This is the high speed.”

He pressed the switch.

The sensations doubled.

Alice feared she would pass out. The pleasure began to multiply exponentially, until her whole body was reduced to pure sensation. Alice couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. She became a complete prisoner of her own greedy desires. Just a few more seconds and she would—

Pilar took the wand away.

Alice screamed with a frustration so great she had no doubt they could hear it all the way back home.

“Open your mouth,” Pilar said.

Alice couldn’t take it anymore. This had to end. “Caterpillar,” she said.

“Yes? That’s me.”

“Release me.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I can’t take this anymore. I—”

And then the massager was against her again. When Alice cried out, Pilar slipped the black plastic member in her mouth.

Alice gagged, trying to spit it out, to repeat the safeword. But then she lost her mind again to the vibrations.

Pilar continued to tease her. He would rub it up and down her legs, missing the most sensitive spots on purpose, driving her mad. When he did place it against her, he shut off the power. Even so, just rubbing against it was heavenly, but each time Alice got close to reaching her peak, Pilar would pull away.

Alice had no idea how long it went on. Minutes? Hours? But at some point, she resisted trying to spit out the thing in her mouth, and had begun to suck on it. Suck hard. She wanted that black thing deep in her throat, far as it could go. Alice imagined it was Lewis. Then she imagined it was Pilar. Before she knew it, Alice was concentrating so hard on the dildo she didn’t even notice Pilar was no longer teasing her. With no stimulation at all, the feeling in Alice began to build again. Her breath came faster, and as she sucked, her womanhood seemed to ignite. She was getting just as much pleasure and arousal from sucking a piece of plastic as she’d been when Pilar was touching her.

Then the terrible man began to tease her with that as well. Pulling the plastic out of her lips. Touching it to her chin and cheek. Making her strain and beg to have it in her mouth again.

“What do you want, dear Alice?” Pilar asked.

“Let me suck it, Pilar. Please.”

“It?” he asked, rubbing it against her cheek. “Or would you prefer me?”

Alice shuddered. What had seemed so abhorrent before was now all she wanted in the world.

“You. Please, Pilar. Let me take you in my mouth.”

“I think you are ready.”

Suddenly the wheel spun, and Alice was hanging upside down. Her face was inches away from Pilar’s pelvis. She whimpered as he unbuttoned his leather pants, and when he released himself he was fully erect. So big. So stiff. Alice opened her mouth, wide as she could, moaning for it. Pilar brushed the tip against her lips—its velvet softness reminded her of the mushrooms—and then eased it inside her cheeks.

At the same time, Alice felt her shaven parts suddenly filled with something long and hard. It made her scream around Pilar’s manhood, and some overloaded part of her brain recognized it as the dildo she’s just had in her mouth. Pilar worked it in and out of her, picking up speed, and she tried to match that speed with her own efforts.

Then, abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth.

“NO!” Alice screamed. Now she did begin to cry, her whole body shaking at the cruelty of it.

But the toy inside her began to move faster and harder, and then suddenly the back massager was pressed against her as well, right on her most sensitive spot. The sensation was so strong Alice screamed again, and then Pilar rammed himself back into her mouth, and the pleasure overtook her, finally pushing Alice over the edge. All the build-up, all the teasing, crescendoed in a mind-blowing, frenzied climax that went on and on and on, and just as it began to die down and Alice thought there was nothing left in her, Pilar took the Hitachi up to the higher speed, reached down, and pulled the gold chain, yanking the clothespins off her nipples.

Alice felt as if she left her body. As if she no longer existed, except as pure sensation. The orgasm locked every one of her muscles, and she cried out around Pilar’s manhood and shook and trembled and rode wave after wave until she was ragged and sweaty and completely spent.

Pilar pulled out and turned the wheel so she was once again upright.

“Pilar…” she said, out of breath, flushed, feeling more like a woman than she ever had before. “Thank you for—”

And then he was inside her, filling her, thrusting slowly. Unlike Lewis, who always seemed to be anxious to finish, Pilar took his time. Alice didn’t think she had anything left, nothing more to give. But the feeling was impossible to resist. She sighed. She shuddered. Soon she was matching his thrusts, and the wave was building again inside her. Pilar moved his hands up her body, to her breasts, her nipples, which were wonderfully sore as he rolled them between his fingers. And then he was cupping her face, his thumb at the corner of her mouth, and she began to suck it, which turned her on even more.

“I’m coming,” Pilar said, and incredibly, Alice was once again as well. His thrusts became faster and faster and then his whole body seized and he held her tight and Alice screamed until he finally put a hand over her lips and politely asked her to shut up.

Alice was exhausted. But she felt she needed to thank him for what he’d done. Maybe she could clean his house, or help harvest some mushrooms or whatever the heck he did with them.

“You’ve been very kind to me,” Alice said. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Pilar laughed. “You already did, dear Alice. I enjoyed it as much as you.”

“That hardly seems possible,” Alice said, blushing.

“How many times?”

“Excuse me?”

“How many times did you come, Alice? We need to make sure we got all the potion out.”

“I… well… I guess I’m not sure. I mean, there was at least two, but it may have been more than two. It was all so intense I don’t know if it was a bunch close together, or one really long one that wouldn’t end. I don’t have any experience in this area.”

“You mean you’ve never come before?”

Alice shook her head.

“Well then, we’re going to have to take some drastic measures to be sure you no longer have any of the potion in you. Apologies, dear Alice.”

“Apologies? Heavens, what for?”

Pilar produced another length of rope from his bag. He began to wind it around the Hitachi wand.

“Pilar, what are you doing?”

Without answering, he tied the vibrator to Alice’s waist, so it hung between her legs, the soft ball pressing her swollen lips.

“We won’t bother with the teasing this time. I have some chores to do around the house. Yell for me when you get to—I don’t know—fifteen. That should be enough.”

He switched on the vibrator, instantly making Alice cry out. She squirmed and struggled against it, but there was no way to escape the sensations.

“Pilar, please… I’ll go mad.”

“You’ll do fine, Alice dear.”

Alice thrashed. “It’s too intense!”

He put the black dildo back into her mouth, and then found another, even larger, dildo in his bag. It had a thick, elastic strap on the end of it. He forced it up into Alice, filling her completely, and fastened the strap around her thigh so it stayed in place. Already the pleasure began to overpower Alice, the orgasm building rapidly.

“I’ll check on you in half an hour,” Pilar said.

A half hour? That was torture! Her eyes implored him not to go, but at the same time Alice didn’t want to spit out the dildo. The sensations were overpowering.

“Let me tell you how beautiful you look, suffering like this. I should call in the townspeople, sell tickets for them to watch.”

Alice shook her head, mentally begging him not to do that. She would never be able to handle such humiliation.

Pilar chuckled to himself, walking away as the orgasm swallowed her.

The half hour went by quickly, and yet lasted longer than a lifetime. When Pilar returned and untied her, Alice’s legs felt like rubber, and she could barely walk. She wanted nothing more than to curl up near the fire in his cozy cabin, sip peppermint tea, and then sleep the afternoon away.

“Goodbye now,” he said, throwing open the door.

Alice pouted. “Can’t I stay?”

“No.”

“But I want to stay. Here. With you.” She’d only just met the man, yet he’d given her everything she’d longed for, everything and much she hadn’t even known existed. “Please?”

“Don’t be silly, Alice. You have things to do, and so do I. Now, go.”

Alice didn’t have things to do, at least not in this strange place, but the way he’d said it, so forceful and sure, she didn’t want to contradict. And she did want to go home. Very, very badly.