“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.