“Four!”
The Queen’s delicious fingers penetrated Alice four times, using a downward angle that hit a spot Alice had never felt before. A spot inside her, just behind the clitoris, that was so sensitive it felt as if it was her clitoris being stroked. Through all of her adventures that day, no man had managed to hit that spot.
“That is your G-spot,” the Queen said, wiggling her fingers.
Alice screamed. She was very close to coming.
“No one knows how to please a woman like another woman,” the Queen said. “I know your body better than you do.”
Then the fingers were withdrawn and the paddle came down for the fifth time, and again Alice screamed, her bottom ablaze, her womanhood dripping wet, waiting desperately for the Queen’s fingers to return.
But they didn’t.
“Look how she wiggles and writhes!” said someone in the crowd.
“Such a little slut!”
“She loves the paddle!”
“Look how wet she is!”
“She’s about to come!”
Alice was about to come. She needed to, so badly. The taunts only made her desire worse.
“The sentence is complete!” the Queen roared. “Release the prisoner!”
The guards quickly unstrapped Alice’s wrists and ankles, and all Alice could think was, No! Please don’t stop now! I want more!
Alice fell to her knees, desperately wanting to beg for it, but her shame overwhelmed her need.
“Look at you,” the Queen said. “Trembling and on the verge of a glorious orgasm. Now do you admit you are a slut?”
A hush fell over the crowd. Alice glanced at them, saw their judging stares, and her face turned bright red and she was forced to look away, toward the spanking table.
If I tell the Queen no, will she spank me again? Alice thought.
“No,” she said, trying to look defiant. “You must spank me again, Your Majesty.”
The Queen smiled. “No, Alice. That does not seem a fit punishment for you. If you won’t admit what a dirty little slut you are, I have a different sentence for you.”
Alice’s mind reeled. At this point, anything the Queen did to her would be glorious.
“Tie me up and tease me?” Alice asked, shuddering at the memory.
“No.”
“Force me to suck a man’s member?” Alice’s loins tingled at the thought. “As he licks me?”
“No.”
“Force all the men here to make love to me?” Alice asked. The very idea was almost enough to cause her to swoon.
“No, Alice. Because you fail to embrace your inner slut, you are hereby sentenced to…”
Alice held her breath.
“Public masturbation!”
The crowd applauded.
Alice cringed. This was dreadful. Simply dreadful. Alice had never masturbated before. And to do this in front of a crowd of people… there was no way.
“I can’t,” Alice said.
“You can. And you will. Stand up!”
Alice stood on shaky legs. She was still wildly turned on, but an orgasm was the furthest thing from her mind. She couldn’t do something so personal, so private, in public. Especially since she didn’t know how.
“Please, Your Majesty,” Alice whispered. “Anything but this.”
“Face the crowd,” the Queen ordered.
Alice did, but her head hung in shame.
“Look at them, Alice. As you touch yourself, I want you to look at each man and woman in turn. If you break eye contact at all, I shall extend the sentence.”
Alice’s lower lip trembled, and she looked up and stared at a tall man with a mustache.
“Put your finger in your mouth and suck it, Alice,” The Queen said.
Alice forced her index finger between her lips. She was so mortified her knees knocked together.
“Get it nice and wet, Alice.”
Doing this, while the man stared, felt dirtier than anything Alice had done all day. She wanted to close her eyes, pretend she was somewhere else, but the Queen’s threat loomed large in her mind.
“Pinch your nipples with your other hand,” the Queen ordered.
Alice continued to suck her finger, and with her free hand lightly tugged at her left breast.
“Harder, Alice. Stroke them and tweak them, one after the other.”
Alice did, a tiny shock of pleasure rippling down to her loins.
“Look at everyone in the crowd, not just one person. And moan while you play with your breasts.”
Alice looked at a woman next, someone older with short, blond hair. She moaned as the Queen told her, feeling like a bad actress reading for a part.
“Now tease yourself with your wet finger. Circle it around your clitoris, but don’t touch it.”
Alice trailed her hand down her breastbone, leaving a trail of saliva. She touched her public bone, just above her clitoris, and began to draw a circle around it.
“Slower,” the Queen said. “And don’t stop tugging those nipples.”
Alice slowed down, moving her eyes to the next person. A man. A very attractive man, with a broad chest and strong arms.
“Moan. And gyrate your hips.”
Alice let out a louder moan, and began to move against her wet finger. Having this cute guy watch her was the height of embarrassment, but at the same time Alice was having a hard time circling her clitoris without touching it.
“Now move your hand from your nipple and slide a finger inside yourself.”
Alice couldn’t do this looking at the handsome guy, so she turned her attention to the next person in the crowd and saw it was the Duchess. Like Alice, the Duchess was also touching herself, one hand fondling a generous breast, the other up under her skirt.
“Flick your clitoris like I did to you,” the Queen said.
Alice did, and this time her moan was sudden and very real.
“Move your other finger in an out.”
Alice obeyed, surprised at how intense the feeling was. She tore her eyes away from the Duchess and looked at the next man in the crowd. It was Cheshire, who, as could be expected, had whipped it out and was tugging mightily on the tip. Rather than be shocked this time, Alice felt some inner need to excite him. She began to move her hips faster, and her moaning became rhythmic, animal grunting.
“Now tell the crowd what a dirty little slut you are.”
“I’m…”
“Say it.”
Alice glanced at the next person, Pilar, who was giving her a happy thumbs up. She worked herself harder, the orgasm which had eluded her minutes ago now building up again.
“I’m… a…”
She looked at the next person and realized it was the Hatter, only this time he was wearing a fireman’s helmet and bunker pants, his hairy chest bare. He gave her a sly smile, then winked.
“A dirty little slut, Alice,” the Queen said. “Tell everyone.”
“I’m… a… oh… oh…”
The March Hare stood next to Hatter. He was wearing the top of his bunny costume, but not his bottoms. And speaking of bottoms, Maus was behind the Hare, and he seemed to be entering him the same way he’d entered Alice earlier. Alice had never seen two men doing such a thing before, and for some reason it made her even wetter.
