“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.
Chapter 3
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.
“Nonsense. A woman as beautiful as you, it would be a tragedy to cover you up. But the woods out there can be rough on bare skin. Just a moment.”
Alice waited, and thirty seconds later, Pilar appeared again, holding a cardboard box.
“You look to be a size seven,” he said.
A seven would be a bit tight on her, especially since her breasts still felt a bit swollen, but Alice would be thankful for any dress he gave her.
But when Pilar opened the box, it didn’t contain a dress. Or a skirt. Or pants.
It was a pair of black leather boots, with pointed heels and silver buckles at the thighs.
“Here you are,” he beamed.
Alice had never worn any such footwear. They looked to be made for strippers. Or prostitutes. But the trail was indeed rough on her bare feet, so she sat in the doorway and with great effort tugged them on.
“Magnificent,” Pilar said. “They make your legs and bottom look incredible.”
“Thank you. I-”
But he had already slammed the door.
So Alice forced her incredible-looking (but still rubbery) legs to carry her through the mushroom field, and peered up to see the sun glistening on their dew-kissed caps. She’d been in Pilar’s cottage for what seemed like an eternity, and although her balance was wobbly and the spot between her thighs deliciously sore, she didn’t feel the least bit tired.
She felt brilliant.
Alice walked in the direction Pilar had pointed, and soon she cleared the forest of mushrooms and came upon a ranch-style house with pink shutters. For a minute she stood looking at the house, wondering if whoever lived there could direct her to the path home, when suddenly a man wearing a police uniform with big lettering on his shirt stepped out of the forest and walked to the front stoop. There he set down the boom box he was carrying and simply stood, staring at the door.
“Aren’t you going to knock?” Alice said. She wasn’t sure what had made her feel so bold. Normally she wouldn’t talk to a strange man like this, even a police officer, and it wasn’t until he turned and looked at her that she remembered that except for the boots, she was still completely nude.
Alice drew one arm across her breasts, and covered the shaved spot with her hand.
He would probably give her a ticket.
Instead he looked at her, staring with an intensity that made Alice want to shrink away. It wasn’t a mean or hateful stare, or a crazy one.
No, this stare was… hungry.
“My, aren’t you a pretty thing,” he said, the tip of his tongue poking out his mouth and running across his perfect white teeth. “What is your name?”
“I’m Alice.”
“I’m Dick. Are you here for the party, Alice?” Dick’s eyes seemed to devour her.
“What party?”
“This is Wonderland. There’s always a party. The Queen is playing croquet, but that’s invitation only. The Hatter and the Hare are doing their tea thing, as usual. And I am here for the Duchess.”
“What kind of party is the Duchess having?” Dick’s stare was making Alice feel weird, and she wished desperately for something to cover herself up.
“This is a rainbow party.”
Alice frowned. “I don’t know what a rainbow party is.”
“It is a lot of fun. Do you like having fun, Alice?”
“Yes. But I really do need to get back home.”
“Well, I do hope you’ll stay. You’ve got the prettiest lips. And your legs and bottom look fabulous in those boots.”
“Thank you,” Alice said, blushing.
