by Jessica Rael
‘Oh shit, that’s nice,’ Yoshi said breathlessly, rubbing her groin. The woman on the wheel struggled to hold back while the pumps worked on her breasts and six tubes trickled teenage cunt juice into her mouth.
‘Fuck, look at her tits,’ Mayu squealed excitedly. ‘Hey bitch, you’re getting a workout,’ she giggled as the woman struggled to distract her mind.
‘I feel like I’m working in a gas station,’ Yoshi panted, ‘look at this.’ The geisha slut held up her tube as it sucked juices from deep in her pussy, the humming stimulator sending ripples of pleasure deep into her cervix, little bubbles of cum slithering along the blue conduit as the micro-pump delivered the liquid directly into the mouth of the sweating form writhing on the wheel.
‘Wow, fill her up, girlfriend,’ Mayu clapped her hands gleefully.
There were two more disappointing misses, followed by another display of mechanical breast sucking, then Kichi got a hit on the vagina torpedo on an outside evens bet. Mayu leaned so far over the wheel Amber had to grab the back of her T-shirt, fearing she’d fall in. The breast tubes went dark, while the blue dildo poised at the entrance of the woman’s vagina began to glow, a soft blue radiance like a child’s nightlight, while the other stayed dull and unlit. The woman’s thighs clenched as the lubricated missile slid forward, pistons hissing, pushing aside her labia, inexorably entering her body, filling her with its thick girth until the wide rubber base squashed against her, flattening her clitoris. There was a brief pause, then the pistons suddenly pulled the blue shaft back out of the woman’s body, exposing six of its full twelve-inches, then it plunged back into her, then again, and again, pumping hard, working her cunt to a state of ecstasy. The woman’s ankles pulled hard against their restraints as her knees tried to move up to her stomach, erotic reflexes kicking in. Her butt lifted off the wheel and for a moment she welcomed the thrusting, glowing shaft, drawing it into herself. Kichi was already counting her points when the wheel-woman went limp, the low moan escaping from behind the rubber gag the only sign of her struggle to hold back.
‘No points, bad luck girls,’ the priestess announced.
An hour or so later they’d hit all three devices on low levels, and the spread-eagled woman had resisted them all. Mayu was ahead on the number of hits, even if the points were all in the wheel-woman’s favor, then the horny little micro-slut hit the jackpot, inside bet, one number. The wheel slowed gradually as the silver ball hopped from slot to slot, dancing to the techno beat, then it simply dropped into black eight. It took Mayu and the rest of the teenagers a second or so for the win to register, then they all hung over the wheel, breathlessly waiting for the big one.
All the devices glowed, the double torpedoes’ blue luminescence lending a ghostly pallor to the five expectant faces that gazed down on the naked figure, the hoses running from the breast pumps pulsing with brilliant blue light as the shackled human Christmas tree prepared to fend off a full-frontal ecstasy assault. The missiles slid powerfully into the woman’s body, Mayu watched as the lower of the thick blue shafts push its full eight-inches deep into the woman’s anus and the teenager’s stimulator vibrated, sucking juice from deep within the lithe body and squirting it directly into the wheel-woman’s mouth. All five tubes bubbled and gurgled as the naked woman swallowed continuously, struggling to keep up with the flow. Then the equipment went into overdrive, the pumps sucked and released with dazzling speed while the two torpedoes thrust into the bound body like jackhammers The girls could feel the rim of the wheel vibrating as the woman was assaulted by the devices as they ravaged her sweat-soaked body. A jackpot lasted five minutes, but the wheel-woman only lasted seconds under the full weight of the assault, the electric-blue strobe flashing across her squirming, writhing, sweating body as she relented, allowing the orgasm to ripple through every inch of her naked, bound body.
‘Wow, fuck!’ was all Mayu could manage. The priestess was all smiles, watching the players moan as they climaxed in sympathy with their adversary, all five tubes full of cum, pumping into the wheel-woman’s moaning mouth in such quantity that the juice seeped around the edges of the gag, trickling down the woman’s chin as she swallowed and orgasmed.
‘Congratulations, girls, you hit the big one. That’s thirty-thousand points to the young lady fucking herself with the stimulator.’ The priestess winked at Mayu. ‘Don’t worry, honey, I can turn up the vibration if you want. Little unfair on her…’ she pointed at the limp, exhausted form spread out on the wheel, ‘but as I’m the final judge and jury here, I say it’s okay.’
The next low-grade hit was an outside bet that set off the breast pumps, but the wheel-woman was beaten, she lost control and orgasmed from just having her tits fucked, the extra vibration sending her opposition into orgasms of their own, filling the spread-eagled woman’s mouth with sweet tasting cum. The breast pumps stopped, but the fresh flood of sexual juices seeping past the gag onto the woman’s cheeks drove her into another swallowing, gulping orgasm. Even the princess was impressed, awarding five hundred bonus points to each of the girls.
Half an hour later, amidst heated accusations of cheating, which the priestess put down with a scornful look, Mayu hit another jackpot – red three. The delighted Asian nympho was granted the honor of ripping the slimy gag from the wheel-woman’s mouth, and grinding her teenage pussy directly onto the bound woman’s face as the devices pounded her for another five minutes. Mayu pulled out her stimulator, kicked off her jeans and panties, leapt down onto the wheel and flung herself across the gasping mouth.
‘Cool, cunt juice lip-gloss,’ laughed the Japanese girl as she lowered her pussy onto the waiting mouth. The devices kicked in, sending the woman into a convulsive fit of multiple orgasms. She bucked and writhed as the tiny Asian rode her face like a rodeo star on an unbroken mount. Her four friends looked on, feeling their own excitement built through the buzzing stimulators between their thighs.
Alice had slipped through the looking glass, hadn’t she? And she’d got out okay in the end, but then, it had been a journey. The parts were every bit as strange as Stephanie’s looking glass world, though not nearly as awful, but the girl had been moving, traveling through the strange land until she reached the end. Stephanie wasn’t actually going anywhere; she was quite firmly stuck in this strange world with its casual cruelty. She was sure she was still a person, but less sure than she had been. Why would a person live in a toy-box?
But then, Alice had only gone through one looking glass, so it would be easier to find your way back, wouldn’t it? It must work like doors; if you just went through one then it was easier to get back than if you’d been through twenty, or thirty. Then another looking glass lost its form and sucked her through. The lid to the toy box opened and sunlight from the golden window streamed in, strange little faces peered down at her, Asian faces with golden skin, little noses and pretty dark eyes like black buttons. The faces were smiling… no, not smiling, grinning. There was a difference, a very big difference Stephanie had come to learn, and as her eyes adjusted to the light she saw hunger in those faces, behind those brilliant white-toothed smiles. Four fairies, tiny-framed, small-breasted fairies, with pretty faces, dressed in pink ruffled skirts and pink silk vests, like little ballerinas. Slender arms and delicate hands reached into the toy box and lifted the living doll out, the fairies giggled; they wanted to play with the doll. Stephanie wondered what kind of games fairies played, and then one of them laughed and lifted up her tutu, revealing a hairless pussy nestled between slender Asian thighs. The fairy’s private place was shiny, noticed the slave, shiny because it was wet. Then she guessed what games the fairies were going to play.
The fairies carried the doll along a narrow hallway leading off the back of Lauren’s spacious bedroom. It was not the way to the playroom; Stephanie had been there many times before.
Further down the rabbit hole.
The fairies took the toy to a strange room, a place where fairi
es lived. The walls were covered in shiny metallic paper, like expensive wrapping, and they glowed from the sparkling light of a thousand tiny lamps that hung from the ceiling on silver tassels. Like sparkling flypaper to trap fireflies, a million of them, stuck fast and flashing their distress. In the center of the room was a huge bed, bigger than any bed Stephanie had ever seen or imagined. Its width was three times her height, and its thick mattress stood more than three feet from the floor. The fairies placed the toy on the bed. If her arms had not been bound to her sides Stephanie would have put her hands over her ears to drown out their constant giggling and unintelligible excited babbling. The noise, the strange lights and the colors only served to heighten the surrealism of the world this deep in the rabbit hole. One little fairy leaned close to the slave’s head, Stephanie could smell the tiny creature’s perfume, and her breath washed over the toy’s face like a summer breeze, carrying the unmistakable scent of bubblegum. The fairy whispered in the toy’s ear.
‘Osoroshii kangae nimo osoware mas.’ The words spilled from the delicate ruby lips like peach blossom falling from a tree, and for a moment Stephanie wondered what magic they might contain.
Perhaps an incantation to open the mirror that would take her back home?
Then another fairy leaned close to the toy’s other ear and blew in it gently.
‘She says her mind is full of evil thoughts,’ the second fairy said, running a hand across the toy’s breasts, ‘and what we think, we should do. Don’t you agree, toy?’ The fairy gently gathered loose strands of golden blonde hair from the toy’s face, tidying her blonde ponytail.
Stephanie lay back against the cool silk sheets; large, scarlet pillows lay all around her like sandbags ready to ward off a pixie-dust attack. The fairies also surrounded the naked young woman, giggling and bouncing on their knees, clapping their hands and touching each other, slipping fingers inside pink tutus, rubbing each other’s tiny breasts.
In a strange gesture they introduced themselves to their plaything in rapid succession, each fairy pointing a slim finger at her own chest in turn as she spoke the unfamiliar name. Kichi, Yoshi, Nyoko, Mayu. Fairy names for fairy girls.
Then as soon as the last proudly spoke her name she suddenly jumped on top of the supine blonde, sitting across the toy’s belly. The fairy Mayu pulled up her tutu and wriggled her little tush, getting comfortable, and Stephanie could feel her wet pussy on her skin. The girl leaned forward, grabbed one of Stephanie’s breasts in each of her miniature hands, and began to knead them like she was making pizza dough. The fairy hummed to herself, shaking her head from side to side, long dark hair swaying like silk drapes.
Perhaps she had been lied to when a child. It wouldn’t be the first time. Fairies were supposed to be kind and gentle, and they never seemed to do much except fly around on their gauzy wings, chasing butterflies and lounging on flowers. But then perhaps Stephanie should have guessed there would be other kinds, after all, everything in life seemed to have a light or a dark side, and this was obviously true of fairies. These were bad fairies, Stephanie knew that now.
The fairy became quickly bored with kneading the toy’s breasts and the bad little fairy grabbed both of the toy’s nipples in her delicate fingers and twisted. Then she leaned back smiling and pulled hard; the bad little imp obviously felt she’d been given two water-filled party balloons to play with. Stephanie watched the fairy laughing as she let go, feeling her abused bosom flop back into place, then the young blonde felt a sudden stinging sensation as the fairy began to slap her breasts, the tiny hands delivering stinging blow after stinging blow.
‘Mayu, Mayu, Mayu.’ Stephanie’s tormentor called out her own name as she whacked her tits. Despite her small stature the fairy was strong and she was playing rough. Stephanie let her discomfort show in her face as the girl rolled, pulled, stretched, flattened and slapped her breasts, and the other fairies noticed. ‘Aw,’ said Mayu, ‘don’t you like playing with us? But you are our very special toy. Missy Lauren said we could play with you,’ the fairy announced sulkily, pouting prettily. ‘She said we could do anything we wanted with you.’
‘Yeah, and we want to do lots of fun stuff with you… well, fun for us, anyway,’ Yoshi giggled, and the rest of the fairies joined in the private joke.
One of the other fairies clambered off the bed, its sheer size emphasizing her small stature. She lifted up a big silk bag, as big as the girl and brightly colored, emblazoned with thousands of tiny glittering orange flowers. The others grabbed it and hauled it onto the bed. Then they shook it out, spilling the contents onto the bed like a group of excited children on Christmas morning.
Stephanie felt the pull of the rabbit hole as she fell deeper, a vague dizzy feeling where remembering even simple things became difficult. There were just so many things a fairy needed to be able to play, strange things, all colors and sizes and shapes. The odd assortment of objects spilled across the bed and the bad fairies grabbed at them. One by one they pulled off their tutus till they were all quite naked, their olive-skinned bodies lithe and strong, surrounding the helpless blonde as she began to drown in the bad fairies. They closed over her like a pool of warm, scented water, swamping her till not an inch of her remained above the surface, their skin touching her skin, their hands slithering over her bound body like a nest of baby vipers, newly born and hungry.
Nails dug into her flesh, petit hands grabbed, testing and exploring everywhere and everything. Stephanie felt the fairies move inside her, fingers wriggled into her mouth, her vagina, her anus, it really wasn’t that bad, and for a moment she felt she would be okay; the fairies would grow bored with her and then go away.
For a mere moment a gap opened in the wall of young flesh, and Stephanie saw one of the creatures donning something. A magic sword belt? The slim young woman was strapping something black around her waist, the straps held a triangular leather patch over her groin, and Stephanie noticed the shiny silver ring at the center as it glinted in the room’s twinkling lights.
Then the rest of the fairies climbed off their plaything and did the same. Stephanie tested her restraints again, a whispering voice in her head telling her she should run, and run fast, this was deeper in the rabbit hole than any good girl should ever come. But then she hadn’t been a good girl, which was probably why her restraints held her fast.
For a while the bad fairies knelt silently around their sacrifice, translucent, pastel-colored swords protruding from their groins. The swords looked soft and round-ended, but Stephanie was still afraid, perhaps because this far in the rabbit hole size was distorted; the fairies were so little and the sword things were so large, as large as their skinny arms. Then they were upon her.
One fairy lay on top of the struggling blonde, her hips digging into the toy, a hand slid down her belly, between her legs, grabbing the sword and guiding it into her body. The blonde’s pussy lips moved aside to accommodate the lubricated tip, then it slipped inside. Stephanie’s labia closed over the slightly bulbous end, gripping the shaft.
No, please… A whispered plea for mercy, inaudible over the raucous noise as the girls giggled and chattered excitedly in their fairy tongue. The fairy lying on Stephanie’s belly reached up to grab her slave-collar, strong fingers locking under the thick leather, and then she pulled hard, driving the thick shaft deep into the writhing plaything’s vagina. It was huge and the girl was so much stronger than she looked, her arm muscles working like powerful hydraulic pistons, pulling her slender torso up the larger girl’s body as the shaft drove into her, the tip of the magical sword pressing deep. Stephanie bit her lip, and noticed another fairy fluttering near her head, the huge sword protruding from her groin looking like a hardened stick of strawberry pink jello. The fairy slid her hands under the blonde and turned her onto her side. Stephanie lay with her flushed cheek against the cool sheets as hands moved round her face and pushed a red silk scarf into her mouth, and when it was full, her cheeks bulging,
the hands looped another scarf around her head, gagging her.
The first fairy clung to her, casually sucking and chewing on one of Stephanie’s nipples, her jello probe still buried deep in the slave’s body. The blonde was then aware of another of her tormentors sliding against her back as she lay on her side. The fuzzy feeling in Stephanie’s head had gone, leaving crystal clarity in its place. What was going to happen next was utterly predictable and utterly frightening, but there really was no escape. Her wrist cuffs were strong enough to hold a horse, and they were clipped to her waist belt with a sturdy steel ring. Nor was anyone going to come and save her. Perhaps if she’d been a good girl they might, but she hadn’t and they wouldn’t. The creatures that clambered over her like ants that had found a juicy fat caterpillar were in total control of her fate. The fairies were pretty and cute, just like fairies were supposed to be, but they were also cruel and hurting naughty girls like Stephanie was what they did best.
The young blonde felt several strong hands grasp her buttocks, pulling them apart, the tip of the magic sword pressing against her anus. The fuzzy feeling was back and Stephanie abstractly wondered what color the jello-like thing was that was about to violate her. She had seen a pretty blue one, the strawberry-red one, a yellow one, and one that was a lovely shade of lilac. The plaything felt her anus being forced open as the shaft slid past the opening and made its way into her rectal passage. Feet dug into Stephanie’s thighs as the fairy climbed her, like a koala bear after eucalyptus leaves, the shaft penetrating deeper and deeper into her body.