by Selena Kitt
“Bottom’s up.” She lifted the glass in a toast to some unseen observer and tilted it back. The stuff made her shudder, although a wine connoisseur might have enjoyed it. Alice finished the entire glass, putting it back on the table with a sigh. It was one of those things Wade had attempted to educate her about, and while she now knew various wines and could talk about them, she still couldn’t fully appreciate them.
She smiled when the door opened behind her. Somehow she had known the moment the wine was gone, something would happen. She turned, fully expecting and ready to welcome Wade, only to find two large male guards pushing a man into the room between them. He had a red hood over his face and was wearing a ridiculous stretch-spandex suit, white with a red stripe down the side. The thing was crotchless and Alice swallowed when she saw the cock sticking straight out from a dark patch of pubic hair. He was outfitted with a cock ring that clearly kept him hard—and probably also kept him from coming.
“He’s all yours, Mistress Alice.” The guard on the left gave her a brief bow and the one on the right mimicked the gesture.
“Wait—” How many times had she said that during this strange night so far? “What do you mean?”
“He’s your slave,” the guard on the right explained. “Do with him what you will.”
They started to go and the guard on the left looked back and remarked, “He’s a mute.”
Alice stared at the door that disappeared into the wall as they departed, aghast. The man stayed on his knees, waiting her instruction. This isn’t happening. Alice glanced around the room, sure someone was watching her. This was part of the test. She was supposed to…what? Dominate this man? That was laughable. He wasn’t quite as big as the Red King, but close. More Wade’s size, which was at least double her own. Besides, she was submissive. She wasn’t always the best bottom, but she had no desire to be on top.
She cleared her throat, blinking at her predicament. What to do? She moved over to the table to look as if she was doing something. There were drawers on one end and she opened them, stunned by the paraphernalia inside—sex toys, rubber gloves, lube. There were also strange objects she’d never seen before, and lots of packages of those lime-green condom-like things.
I can do this, she told herself, shutting the drawer and trying to imagine what Wade might say or do if he was in her place. By the time she turned around to face the masked man, she almost believed herself. Besides, the wine was making her warm, giving her a bit of liquid courage.
“Come here.” She tried to make her voice, normally soft and light and sweet, into some semblance of a commanding tone. It sounded forced, even to her, but the man began to move. First, he tried standing, but then thought better of it and made his way over on his knees. Alice realized her mistake—incomplete instructions—and corrected it.
“Stand up and walk toward my voice.”
The man stood, walking slowly in her direction, hesitating. She frowned and then smacked her forehead, realizing she needed to keep talking, “Keep coming. Closer. That’s it. Almost there. Good. Stop.”
He was quite a fine specimen of masculine flesh, she had to admit, even through the spandex. She thought about asking him to remove it—and the hood—but didn’t know if she should. Maybe it would be better to keep this all anonymous, especially if she had to cause him any pain. Did she have to? She wondered, looking back at the table. She didn’t know if she could. Maybe there was a way around it…
She turned toward the table, contemplating it, and then it dawned on her.
“Up on the table, big boy.” She patted it and he felt his way to the edge, sliding up to sit there. His cock hadn’t waned at all. It was still delightfully hard, probably in anticipation of what she was going to do, even though he had to be a little apprehensive with a new mistress.
Mistress. Me! Alice suppressed a smile at the thought. But she had to take this seriously, and she did. When she gave herself over to Wade, it was simply because she trusted him. She’d submitted to this night’s strange events only because she trusted him. That was the first and most important thing.
“Safe word,” she breathed, nodding. But how, if he was mute? Then she remembered what Wade did when he gagged her and she couldn’t speak. “Your safe word will be three taps. Do you understand?”
The hood bobbed up and down.
“Show me,” she instructed. He slapped his hand on the table three times, hard. The power behind it made her body flush with pleasure. He was a strong guy. “Good.”
Okay, so they could get started. But now what?
“On your belly on the table.” She watched him turn, negotiating without being able to see. “There’s a hole in the middle of the table. Make sure your cock goes through it.” He felt around and found it, positioning himself as she instructed.
She walked around the table, looking at him, at the fine shape of his muscles under the suit. She noticed for the first time that the same gelatinous stuff that had been on the dias was under the table—it was open underneath, resting on four legs, with the drawers at one end. She had an idea.
She was tuned into his breath almost immediately. He was excited, but waiting. She was familiar with that feeling. She raided the drawers for treasure, taking the toys with her and positioning herself under the table. His cock was full of blood, red and throbbing. The cock ring was silver and clutched both his cock and balls together.
“You have a very nice cock.” It was dark under the table, but she could see that much. He moaned in pleasure when she took him in her hand, squeezing and pulling and generally testing his tolerance. Fluid gathered at the tip as she manipulated him and she rubbed it into the head. She wanted to lick it off but restrained herself.
“We’re going to play a game.” Alice reached over for a bottle of lube. “When I ask you a question, you’re going to tap once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?”
One tap.
“Have you ever been to the eye doctor?” she asked, grinning when he hesitated before tapping once. “Good. You know the part of the exam where they flip the little lenses back and forth and ask you, ‘Better or worse?’”
One tap.
“This game is a little like that.” She rubbed the oily stuff into her hands. “I’m going to do something and ask you, ‘Better or worse?’ And you’re going to tap once for better, twice for worse. Do you understand?”
One tap. Good. “There’s only one rule. You’re not allowed to come until I say.”
He let out a little noise when she wrapped her slick hand around his shaft. He clearly could make sounds but didn’t speak. She stroked his length nice and slow, matching her motion with the sound of his breath. As it grew faster, louder, she increased her speed.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath and let her fist slide down toward his pelvis, squeezing his shaft, her hand completely still. “Better or worse?”
Two taps.
She started moving it again, slow and easy, up to the head and back down.
“Better or worse?”
One tap. Of course. She smiled and reached over for a toy. It was a small vibrating egg. She pressed it to the head of his cock, right at the frenulum, and turned it on.
“Better or worse?”
He groaned. One tap. She began to rub it up and down the underside of his shaft, following the swollen, pulsing vein there.
“Better or worse?”
He hesitated and she heard his breath catch. Then two taps.
“Tough choice?” she asked, smiling. One tap. “Let’s do an easier one.”
She picked something else from the pile and used the soft silver thread—where did they get this stuff? She wondered—to tie the weight onto the cock ring. It hung heavily down, putting more pressure on both cock and balls. He gasped.
“Better or worse?” Two taps. Alice saw more precum at the tip of his cock and smiled. “I’m not sure I believe you. I think you might like it a little bit.”
One hesitant tap. Indeed.
She hadn’t realized how quickly she would take to this, how exciting it would be to hold someone else’s pleasure or pain in your hands. Her pussy was on fire and she realized she could touch it any time she wanted. She could get up on the table, turn him over and fuck him, just use that big, gorgeous cock for her own pleasure. Or sit on his face and use his tongue. Oh god. The thought made her knees weak and she was glad she was lying down.
Instead, she took the egg, still vibrating, and tucked it between her swollen lips, right over her clit. Then she closed her thighs. It hummed gently, sending a sweet buzz of pleasure through her pelvis.
“You have a pretty cock,” she murmured, scratching her nails over the tight sac of his balls. “But I think it’s been bad. You really want to come, don’t you?”
One tap.
“I think this cock needs to learn a lesson.” Alice slapped it with the flat of her hand and the guy on the table let out a yelp of surprise. Then she slapped it again, this time toward the table. He jumped, jolted by the sensation, so she pressed it there, up against the underside of the table, and spanked the head with her other hand, changing direction, smacking it back and forth.
She stopped as quickly as she had started. His breath was coming fast and the weight on the cock ring was forcing long, sticky streams of precum to dribble from the end of his dick. The egg between her own thighs hummed relentlessly. Just seeing the way his cock bobbed with his pulse made her want to come and she fought the sensation. Not yet. Not quite yet.
She reached for one more toy, a vagina simulator, soft and rubbery in her hand. She made it slick with lube—not that he needed it, he was wet enough with precum and the oil from her hand—and grabbed hold of him again.
He groaned when she slid the sheath over the head of his cock and down onto his shaft.
“Better or worse?”
One very loud tap.
“It’s not as good as my pussy,” she revealed with a squeeze. “But you can’t have that.” She twisted the sheath and started to fuck him with it. “Better or worse?”
He grunted and tapped once, trying to thrust, but the table stopped his pelvis. His cock swelled—she could feel it, even through the sheath. He was close. Struggling. She didn’t stop.
“Makes you want to come, doesn’t it?” One short tap. “So tight and wet and hot….” Her movement increased, faster, faster. His breath matched her motion, panting. The sheath had a hole in both ends and she pressed it all the way down, slipping the head of his cock through the other end to see the red, bulbous head seeping precum.
He groaned and his whole body jerked on the table when her mouth covered the tip of him, sucking hard, swirling her tongue around and around. The egg on her clit was about to send her over the edge and she wanted to taste him, had to. Besides, the lube was tasty—strawberry.
She took her mouth off him long enough to say, “I want you to come in my mouth! Now!”
He let out a strangled cry of relief as she sucked him back in, the toy still bunched around his shaft, the weight hanging from the cock ring, and he did exactly as she’d asked, flooding her tongue with the peppery taste of his cum. Alice moaned and choked on it and swallowed, her own orgasm rolling through her in that instant, making her quiver with pleasure, her clit kissing the humming egg between her pussy lips again and again.
“Oh Alice.” The man on the table barely whispered the words but her eyes widened and she knew—maybe she’d always known. In an instant she was standing and pulling off his hood to find a sweaty, half-smiling Wade beneath. “Alice,” he murmured, his eyes still glazed, his look dazed. “I taught you so well.”
“No.” She backed away, holding her hands out in front of her as if she could push him away. Behind her there was commotion, someone coming into the room, but she didn’t care.
Alice ran blindly. She didn’t know how she got a door to open for her, but she did. The hallways twisted and turned and she could hear the Red Queen somewhere behind her calling, “Catch her! Quickly fools!”
She felt humiliated, unreal. The whole world felt upside down. She didn’t understand how any of it had happened, no matter what she’d eaten or drank. People didn’t go against their most basic natures, even under hypnotism. She knew that much from Maddie. So what did that mean?
It means you enjoyed it.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t have. Things were so different here, backwards, wrong. She wished she was home, that she had never come here. But she couldn’t go so far as to wish she had never met Wade, had never bent her will to his. That much she knew.
“There she is!”
Alice took a fast left, hearing them behind her, pushing hard against the wall and finally finding what she was a looking for—a hidden black door. She fell inside and it closed quickly behind her, sealing. They rushed by, calling to one another, still chasing after her. She breathed a sigh of relief to hear their voices fading down the corridor. It was only then that she glanced around to see where she might be now.
Her jaw dropped and she flushed at the sight before her. The room was small and filled with a giant four-poster bed. It was draped like the ceiling of the other room had been, with red and white gauze. On the bed was a scene so strange Alice had to blink and rub her eyes like a cartoon to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
A man wearing a tall top hat was standing in the middle of the bed, his arms stretched toward the ceiling, bound somewhere above his head. Three women knelt between his thighs, all of them taking turns sucking the not insignificant length of his cock.
Beside him on the left another man was handcuffed to the headboard. He was watching the display of fellatio with great interest, his own cock thick and full and looking in need of attention. He writhed on the bed making whimpering noises, sounding as if he was in great agony to be just watching instead of participating. This man was so covered in dark body hair it seemed as if he was more animal than man. That fact, coupled with the desperate undulations he made trying to get near the women, made him look, to Alice, like a fuzzy caterpillar.
The man handcuffed to the bedpost to the right of the top hat one wasn’t so ambiguously anthropomorphic—his whole body was painted like a cat, a red and white striped one, with whiskers and dark charcoaled eyes. Even his cock had been painted with stripes. He gave out a plaintive wail as he watched the three women giving so much attention to the top hat man in the middle.
The three girls were on their knees, dressed in red corsets that pushed their breasts up high, the crotch splitting to reveal shaved pubes beneath. It wasn’t much material, but Alice recognized it at once—it was the same corset the Red Queen wore under her peignoir. All three women were very different—a petite blonde like Alice, a busty redhead and a tall brunette—every man’s wet dream trio.
The top hat man had long dark, curly hair and a wicked smile. He thrust his pelvis in her direction, making the redhead gag on his dick. Then he called out to Alice, “Twinkle twinkle little bat, how I wonder what you’re at?”
She stood and took in the scene in stunned, embarrassed silence, realizing that she, too, was humiliatingly naked. He was looking at her with bright, hungry eyes. They all were.
“What is this place?” Alice whispered, feeling the words burning in her throat.
But she knew the answer, even as the caterpillar man lifted his head and asked, “Who are you?”
All three women spoke in unison, “This is Wonderland!”
“You’re mad.” Alice choked on her words, trying to cover herself with her hands. It only seemed to draw their attention to her body even more.
“We’re all mad here.” The cat man laughed and it sounded like a scream. The three women were already off the bed, heading toward her. Alice backed up against the wall, the cool stone chilling her behind, but the door didn’t open.
“Come play,” the blonde whispered, sliding an arm around Alice’s waist.
She found herself on the bed, stretched out at the end in front of the man with the top hat, wh
ile the three women crawled over her like cats, stretching out, licking with their pink tongues, rolling against her softness. She couldn’t keep track of all of them, hands and limbs and hair. She knew only sensation—the soft press of a mouth between her thighs, the sweet suckle against her breast, the honey taste of a pussy poised over her tongue.
Alice moaned and came, and came, and came again. She had strange visions of the man in the top hat watching, his cock weeping at the sight of them, his eyes mad with lust. The man beside him howled like a tomcat who’d found a female in heat on the other side of an impenetrable fence. They were all three raging mad, trying to get to the mass of women soaking in one another’s pleasure at their feet.
“Check in here!” The door swung wide and Alice lifted her dazed head to see the Red Queen stalking toward the bed. Her wild eyes widened at the sight of Alice spread-eagle on the bed, the three women still working hands and tongues and fingers in her orifices. The queen’s guard burst in behind her. “Here! She’s here!” The Red Queen pointed at Alice and screeched, “And she’s stolen my tarts!”
“I didn’t steal anything,” Alice insisted indignantly, trying to sit up in the midst of the soft, supple flesh pile they made together. But the women whimpered and looked around with worried eyes and sat up to clutch each other as the Red Queen raved. It took Alice a few moments to understand.
“You stole my tarts!” The Red Queen insisted, waving her finger at the women until, one by one, they climbed off the bed and went to kneel at her feet, head down. “Off with her head! Off with it, now!”
“Off with my…what?” Alice felt as if her blood had turned to ice.
The guards grabbed Alice without another word, one at each arm. She tried to walk but they were too tall and dragged her to the door. The Red Queen followed, the three tarts falling in line behind her.
