Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

by Melinda DuCham

  “Would you like to see?” he asked. “I can fetch a mirror.”

  Part of her did, but she was so mortified at being laid so bare that she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t understand how Pilar could even stand to look at it. Those parts of her were ugly and dirty. They were used for childbirth and nothing more. Staring at them was abnormal and perverted.

  “Beautiful,” Pilar whispered.

  Alice wasn’t sure she heard him right.

  “Pink and perfect and beautiful. I know we have just met, but would it be okay if I kissed you there?”

  Alice couldn’t believe her ears. Why would he possibly want to do something like that?

  But her hips began to make a little circle, and Alice couldn’t stop the movement.

  “One kiss then,” Pilar said.

  His lips touched hers, and Alice gasped. He was so soft, so tender, and she had an overwhelming urge to press against him. Maybe this is what she’d been missing her whole life. Maybe this was what sex was supposed to be like. She thought of Lewis, her boyfriend, kneeling between her legs, kissing her as Pilar did, and a low moan escaped her throat.

  “Thank you,” Pilar said, pulling away. “Now it is time to get to work. I’m afraid it is going to take some time, and may be a bit uncomfortable. To fully extract all of the blue potion, I’m going to have to build you up and tease you beyond what you feel you can endure.”

  “Tease… me?”

  “Have you never been teased before, woman?”

  “I… I don’t know.”

  Pilar rubbed his beard. “You aren’t a virgin.”

  “No. I have a boyfriend named Lewis.”

  “Does Lewis satisfy you?”

  “He’s a very nice man.”

  “I mean sexually, Alice. Does he satisfy you?”

  “I… I love Lewis. Being intimate with him makes me feel close, but… he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. I’m afraid I don’t either…”

  Her voice trailed off. Talking about her lovemaking failures was almost as humiliating as being spread open before a stranger.

  “To tease is to arouse without release,” Pilar said. “Like this.”

  Immediately, Pilar pressed his face against her. But this time it wasn’t a kiss. He began to lick.

  Alice began to plead with him to stop, that this was dirty, but it felt like something had ignited inside her loins. Throbbing, but times ten. Pilar licked around her opening, then put his tongue deep inside her, flicking it in and out rapidly. Then he moved up higher, finding a sensitive spot between her lips, and when he touched it the feeling was so intense it almost brought pain. She cried out, and Pilar stayed on that spot; slow, fat, languid strokes until the almost-pain became something else, a warmth that began to spread throughout her whole body.

  This was it, Alice thought. This was what she’d heard about. How sex was supposed to be. It felt amazing, and just kept getting better and better. Her hips were bucking now, wanting to capture Pilar’s tongue, and he increased his tempo and pressure, pushing his finger up inside her, and the feeling built and built until—

  Suddenly Pilar was gone. Alice continued to buck, straining against the ropes and shackles.

  “Please! Please don’t stop!”

  “That,” Pilar said, wiping a hand across his glistening chin, “is teasing.”

  “No!” Alice said. “Please don’t stop. It’s too cruel to bear.”

  She almost squealed with delight as Pilar pressed his face to her again. All she needed was a few more seconds, a few more licks, and—

  “Do you want me to stop?” Pilar said, pulling away.

  “No! God, no!”

  Alice was so close. So near experiencing what she longed so much to experience. Her whole life, she’d felt like a broken doll, missing an essential piece. But now she felt like a woman. A full-blooded, sexy woman. Alice wanted sex. She wanted it so bad she almost felt like crying.

  “Do you want me to lick you again?” Pilar asked.

  “Yes!”

  “Or would you prefer I mount you?”

  The thought made Alice shudder.

  “Oh, mount me,” Alice said, close to tears. She’d never used such a vulgar command before. “Please mount me!”

  Pilar stood up. Alice eyed the bulge in his leather pants. It seemed monstrous.

  “Do it,” she begged. She felt like her lower regions were on fire.

  “Would you like it if I spanked you now?” Pilar asked. “What if I took the riding crop and tapped you where I just shaved? Would you like that?”

  The very idea was abominable, but Alice was so excited that if anything touched her there, even something as terrible as a riding crop, it would send her right over the edge.

  “I… I would like that.”

  “Beg me to spank you.”

  “Please… Pilar. Please spank me.”

  “Beg me to lick you again.”

  “Please. Lick me, Pilar.”

  “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes! Oh, yes!”

  “No,” Pilar said.

  Alice cried out in frustration. She tugged against her bounds, thrusting her hips into empty air without relief.

  Pilar reached out, gave her cheek a tender caress, and then moved his hands to her breasts. His rough fingers found her nipples and began to tug.

  Alice’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow all of the burning in her loins had suddenly transferred to her breasts.

  “Harder,” she said.

  Pilar gave each a small pinch, and Alice grunted in appreciation.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, releasing her.

  No! No, no, no!

  Alice squirmed and strained and begged for him not to leave. She felt completely out of control, more frustrated than she’d ever been in her life. This teasing was intolerable, and she thought about using the safeword just so that wicked Pilar would untie her so she could touch herself.

  However, she didn’t say the safeword. Because deep down, Alice realized she liked being teased.

  It made no sense. It was like being hungry, and not being able to eat an apple only a few inches away. Or being terribly hot and thirsty and denying yourself a cool glass of lemonade. Or having an irresistible itch on your arm and being unable to scratch it.

  But it was more than that. Alice yearned to know what other ways Pilar could torment her. She wanted to see how much teasing she could take before she burst. The throb had become a steady thrum of pleasure. Pilar’s tongue on her most intimate parts had awoken some primitive beast in her.

  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 ove
r 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.