Beside him on the left another man was handcuffed to the headboard. He was watching the display of fellatio with great interest, his own cock thick and full and looking in need of attention. He writhed on the bed making whimpering noises, sounding as if he was in great agony to be just watching instead of participating. This man was so covered in dark body hair it seemed as if he was more animal than man. That fact, coupled with the desperate undulations he made trying to get near the women, made him look, to Alice, like a fuzzy caterpillar.
The man handcuffed to the bedpost to the right of the top hat one wasn’t so ambiguously anthropomorphic-his whole body was painted like a cat, a red and white striped one, with whiskers and dark charcoaled eyes. Even his cock had been painted with stripes. He gave out a plaintive wail as he watched the three women giving so much attention to the top hat man in the middle.
The three girls were on their knees, dressed in red corsets that pushed their breasts up high, the crotch splitting to reveal shaved pubes beneath. It wasn’t much material, but Alice recognized it at once—it was the same corset the Red Queen wore under her peignoir. All three women were very different-a petite blonde like Alice, a busty redhead and a tall brunette-every man’s wet dream trio.
The top hat man had long dark, curly hair and a wicked smile. He thrust his pelvis in her direction, making the redhead gag on his dick. Then he called out to Alice,
“Twinkle twinkle little bat, how I wonder what you’re at?” She stood and took in the scene in stunned, embarrassed silence, realizing that she, too, was humiliatingly naked. He was looking at her with bright, hungry eyes. They all were.
“What is this place?” Alice whispered, feeling the words burning in her throat.
But she knew the answer, even as the caterpillar man lifted his head and asked,
“Who are you?”
All three women spoke in unison, “This is Wonderland!”
“You’re mad.” Alice choked on her words, trying to cover herself with her hands.
It only seemed to draw their attention to her body even more.
“We’re all mad here.” The cat man laughed and it sounded like a scream. The three women were already off the bed, heading toward her. Alice backed up against the wall, the cool stone chilling her behind, but the door didn’t open.
“Come play,” the blonde whispered, sliding an arm around Alice’s waist.
She found herself on the bed, stretched out at the end in front of the man with the top hat, while the three women crawled over her like cats, stretching out, licking with their pink tongues, rolling against her softness. She couldn’t keep track of all of them, hands and limbs and hair. She knew only sensation-the soft press of a mouth between her thighs, the sweet suckle against her breast, the honey taste of a pussy poised over her tongue.
Alice moaned and came, and came, and came again. She had strange visions of the man in the top hat watching, his cock weeping at the sight of them, his eyes mad with lust. The man beside him howled like a tomcat who’d found a female in heat on the other side of an impenetrable fence. They were all three raging mad, trying to get to the mass of women soaking in one another’s pleasure at their feet.
“Check in here!” The door swung wide and Alice lifted her dazed head to see the Red Queen stalking toward the bed. Her wild eyes widened at the sight of Alice spread-eagle on the bed, the three women still working hands and tongues and fingers in her orifices. The queen’s guard burst in behind her. “Here! She’s here!” The Red Queen pointed at Alice and screeched, “And she’s stolen my tarts!”
“I didn’t steal anything,” Alice insisted indignantly, trying to sit up in the midst of the soft, supple flesh pile they made together. But the women whimpered and looked around with worried eyes and sat up to clutch each other as the Red Queen raved. It took Alice a few moments to understand.
“You stole my tarts!” The Red Queen insisted, waving her finger at the women until, one by one, they climbed off the bed and went to kneel at her feet, head down.
“Off with her head! Off with it, now!”
“Off with my…what?” Alice felt as if her blood had turned to ice.
The guards grabbed Alice without another word, one at each arm. She tried to walk but they were too tall and dragged her to the door. The Red Queen followed, the three tarts falling in line behind her.
“I say!” called the Mad Hat Man. “Don’t forget us here!” But the door was closed behind them and the guards were dragging her down the hall before she could hear him say anymore. Poor Caterpillar, poor Cat, poor Mad Hat Man. She wondered who might come along to release them. Certainly someone, and soon. This place had to have rules. They had safe words, after all. That proved something. It had to. They might get kicked out, of course, after being with the queen’s tarts, she surmised. That was apparently against the rules.
And she’d been with the queen’s tarts, hadn’t she?
Oh yes, she most definitely had.
“Tweedledee.” The sound in front of them drew Alice’s attention. There were two men coming toward them, filling all the available space in the hallway.
“Tweedledum.” As they got closer, Alice could see they were both naked, their bellies so rotund and pendulous they obscured their privates. They were twins, had to be, with the same moon faces and wide smiles. They were also holding hands as they came down the hall, making an impenetrable wall of flesh blocking the way.
“Tweedledee.” The one on the right would say this, and the one on the left would echo it with, “Tweedledum.”
The guards stopped. An impasse.
“Out of our way!” The Red Queen waved from behind them. “Get!” The two brothers looked at each other, behind them, then back at the queen, incredulous. There was no way they could turn around. Even if the two of them went single file, they wouldn’t all squeeze past. The twins grew very distraught, mumbling, tweedledumtweedledee tweedledumtweedledee tweedledumtweedledee over and over, their hands flapping at their sides like trapped birds.
“Oh for heaven’s sake!” The Red Queen threw up her hands and pushed against the wall to her left. A door opened and Alice watched in wonder as another hallway appeared. How did anyone keep track of where anything was in this place? She wondered. But she didn’t have long to ponder the question because the hallway led around into another, and that one let them into a great hall where food and sex and games had all melded into one great orgy of excess.
Alice winced as the guards dragged her to the front of the room, depositing her without ceremony on the floor in front of two large thrones. They were silver, not gold, high backed and upholstered in red. The Red Queen huffed past Alice, sitting in one of them and reaching for a long cord beside her chair. She pulled it, but nothing happened.
“Please.” Alice spoke, still trying to cover herself, everything about her trembling.
“Let me explain.”
“Verdict now, explanations later,” the queen snapped. “Did you or did you not steal my tarts?”
“I didn’t steal them,” Alice protested, glancing over at the women. “They rather stole me.”
“What say you?” The queen turned to the trio but they just shook their heads, quivering together.
“This is just a formality.” The queen waved Alice’s protests away. “I saw you with my own eyes. Collar her.”
Alice didn’t know what it meant until one of the guards fit a red collar around her throat and snapped it closed. She clawed at it, but it seemed to close seamlessly, like everything else in this strange place.