Melinda Duchamp - Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

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.

“Might I at least have something to wear?” she asked.