“Certainly,” Alice said, for she was partial to that position, at least she seemed to be in this particular adventure. And of course, she was always eager to be of use, especially where royalty was concerned.
So she stood up and braced her palms on the refreshment table and spread her legs apart, tilting her bottom upward to fully display the entrance of her love tunnel. And the men gathered to watch. Hatta and Haigha brought their cameras. The wildflowers arrived in a bouquet with the Tweedles and Humpty. And the White Queen joined the party, too.
“Oh me, oh my,” said the King. He positioned himself behind her and swirled his rigid head around and around in her wetness. “You are so beautiful and sexy, Alice. And so very, very fresh and eager and heavy with dew. Not at all like the Red Queen.”
And Alice thought about what Humpty said about her royalness insisting on boredom and falling asleep on the Jabbercock. And although she wondered if those things were true, she thought it was probably rude to ask at the moment the Red King was getting ready to enter her.
So she didn’t, and he did.
He moved slowly at first, gliding inside, then pulling out. Then his strokes grew faster, and soon he was pounding into her, his sack slapping against her hungry nub. Then his fingers were on her as well, teasing and inspiring and grabbing her hips and thrusting.
Pressure built in Alice and her breasts bounced and all the men and women from her fantasies stroked themselves and each other and a full out orgy ensued.
“These positions are not approved!” A screech ripped through the park and frightened the birds in the trees. Everyone looked up at the Red Queen, who stood in the center of the gazebo and had her arm outstretched and finger pointed at the crowd in an accusatory manner.
“All of you are in violation!” she declared. “Knight! Arrest them, and take every last one to the HDO!”
Chapter 8
“It’s My Own Invention”
Everyone scattered, like a bunch of people scattering, and Alice ran with them, bumping into Humpty, who was struggling to keep up.
“I thought you were going to warn everyone about the raid!” she scolded.
“Lost track of time. Blowjobs do that to a guy. Run and hide, Alice! Don’t let the Knight catch you!”
“I won’t!” Alice said. “Never!”
Then the Knight caught her. He galloped by on a great steed and grabbed her arm, yanking her up behind him. The horse was moving at such a quick clip that Alice was forced to throw her arms around him, grasping his armor-plated mid section, holding on for her life as the horse leapt over some hedges and headed down—you guessed it—a path through the woods.
“Let me go!” Alice cried.
“But you’re the one holding me,” said the Knight.
“That’s because you’re going so fast. Slow down at once.”
“I only take orders from the Red Queen, said the Knight. And she demanded you be taken to the Hall of Denied Orgasms.”
A tremor of fear seized Alice. “Please, I don’t want to be taken to that dreadful place.”
“Okay. We’ll go somewhere else then.”
“Really?”
“No, of course not, you naive wench. To the HDO with you. The Jabbercocky will tame your firey spirit, that’s for sure.”
“What do you know of the Jabbercock?” Alice asked, voice quivering.
“It’s my own invention. I designed it. Just like the chapter heading said.”
“You designed a machine to sexually torment people without allowing them release? What kind of person would do something so terrible?”
“Why, a sadist, of course. But I’m not into the whole beating and dominating scene. I simply prefer to tie up nubile young ladies and tease them until they go insane.”
That sounded vaguely familiar. Alice hadn’t gotten a look at the Knight’s face, because it was hidden under one of those armor helmets with the beaked nose. But even though his voice was hollow and echoey, Alice thought she’d recognized it.
“Gnat? Is that you?”
The Knight turned around, and lifted up his face shield thingy.
“Hello, Alice,” said Gnat. “I must say, you were terrific in Alice’s Sexual Piercing Adventure. And Alice’s Multi-Orgasmic Gangbang in the Park was even more fantastic. When that Samoan went down on you—pure cinema magic. It is my favorite film of all time. I even liked it more than Wall-E.”
“Gnat! I thought we were friends!”
“We are, Alice.”
“So how can you do this to me?”
“Simple. First I strap you down, so you cannot move no matter how you struggle. Then I switch on the Jabbercock—”
“That isn’t what I mean, Gnat. I mean how can you be so cruel to your friend?”
“You heard my sadist comment earlier, right?”
“But I won’t be able to stand being teased without release, Gnat! I shall go mad!”
“You’ll be fine. Unless you really do go mad, in which case Looking Glass Land has one of the best psychiatric hospitals in the nation. Do you have medical insurance, Alice?”
A sign on the path read HALL OF DENIED ORGASMS JUST AHEAD.
“Please, Gnat. I beg you.”
“Sadists like begging, Alice. It turns us on. If I wasn’t wearing armor, you could see the evidence.”
And then the woods ended and Alice saw it; a dark, stone castle, looking forbidding in the distance.
“Anything but this, Gnat. You can spank me.”
“Really?”
“You can tie me down and whip me. Cane me. Force yourself upon me.”
“Go on.”
“You can have any part of me, Gnat. I’ll be your slave. I’ll do whatever you ask. But please, don’t take me to the Jabbercocky.”
“Your begging has given my such a hard-on Alice. It is so arousing that I think I might…”
“Yes?”
“In fact, I know I shall…”
“Shall what, Gnat?”
“I shall pleasure myself while watching the Jabbercocky ravage you. But not for the whole eight hours, of course.”
“Eight hours?!”
“I have other things to do today. Maybe I’ll come back and check on you a few times, see how the torment is going.”
“You’re dreadful!”
“Thank you very much,” Gnat said, and then they entered the Hall of Denied Orgasms.
Chapter 9
Queen Alice
Gnat the Knight (both the G and K were silent) dismounted the horse and then hefted Alice up on his shoulder and walked into the Hall of Denied Orgasms. As he crossed the moat on the drawbridge and neared the entrance, Alice heard a cacophony of plaintive moans and groans coming from the castle. Sounds of sexual desperation. Begging, groaning, panting, and even some sobbing.
Alice had to admit, terrified as she was, the sounds were pretty arousing.
“Ah, listen to that,” Gnat said over the clank clank clank of his armored footfalls. “So much frustration. Remember our time in the orchard, Alice? The Jabbercocky is going to make that seem trivial. You’re going to be teased for so long, you’ll scarcely be human by the time it’s over. Just imagine it. Kept on the very threshold or climax, for eight full hours, without release.”
“How about when the eight hours end?” Alice said.
“Then you’ll come like crazy. I’m a sadist, Alice, not a monster. But even though it will undoubtedly be the biggest orgasm of your life, it won’t be worth all the torment leading up to it. The Jabbercock breaks even the most committed masochist and the most diehard submissive. Even those who ache for discipline and humiliation cannot withstand the Jabbercocky’s awesome power.”
The cries became louder as they crossed the threshold. Alice craned her head up over Gnat’s shoulder to see, even though it frightened her to do so. She’d been expecting a dark, dank dungeon, with the suffering hanging on walls by chains, or in rusty iron cages. Instead, the hall was furnished quite tastefully in the Mediterra
nean style, lots of wood and earth tones, vases boasting lovely fresh bouquets of assorted flowers, soft lighting in the form of candles, oil lamps, and several skylights. It could have been a living room in a well-to-do home in Sicily.
The accused were comfortably seated on chaise lounges, bound to them with matching leather cuffs and buckles. Alice counted seven unfortunates, each moaning and sweating and gyrating without relief as the Jabbercocky tormented their yearning genitals.
The Jabbercocky also fit into the room’s decor, in a feng shui sort of way. It occupied the center of the round room, several meters high, surrounded by an assortment of potted ferns. Painted brown in color, this mechanical feat of wizardry was a clinking, whirling collection of gears and pistons and articulated machinations, with spiderlike arms that extended in all directions, attending to the torments of each of the bound victims. It also had a large smiley face painted on it, and under that a sign that read GOOD BEHAVIOR, WELL CHASTIZED.
Gnat placed Alice on her feet and held her firmly around the waist from behind. She was aware of her naked bottom pressing against the metal codpiece of his suit of armor, and Alice fought a desire to rub her growing wetness up against him. If the sexual sounds of the punished weren’t arousing enough, the sight of them made her nipples tighten and her throat go dry.
In the first chair, strapped and spread-eagled, was Rose, from the garden. One of the Jabbercock’s articulated arms had a buzzing vibrator on the end of it, and it alternated touching her pillowy breasts and the sensitive spot between her legs. Rose was bathed in sweat, straining against her bonds, saying to herself over and over “pleaseohpleaseohplease” while gyrating as much as her restraints allowed. But the Jabbercocky never stimulated her more than a few seconds before pulling away, as if it knew exactly how close she was to orgasm and wouldn’t allow it.
“The Jabbercocky knows exactly how close she is to orgasm, but won’t allow it,” Gnat said. “The chair is monitoring her vitals. Pulse, heart rate, wetness, breathing, muscle contractions. As it stimulates her close to climax, it adjusts to pull away before she is allowed release.”
“That’s horrible,” Alice said.
“Yes. Isn’t it a turn on?”
Alice refused to admit it was. But seeing Rose squirm, on the precipice of ecstasy, made Alice’s legs weak. She imagined herself in the chair, helpless in the throes of teasing, growing wetter and more crazed with each light touch of the vibrator.
Seated next to Rose was Dodgson, from the park. The Jabbercock had an arm above his head, where a hanging mobile of women’s cha cha heels spun close to Dodgson’s upturned face. They were of various colors, some of the platform variety, others with plumes of ostrich feathers, others strappy stilettos.
“The shoes have all been worn,” Gnat said, “so they have an odor which he finds intoxicating.”
Alice noticed that another robotic arm, which had a very realistic-looking rubber foot on it, kept prodding poor Dodgson’s bobbing erection. It would rub against him, stroking for a moment as it wiggled articulated female toes that looked exactly like the real thing, and then pull away.
“You’re using his kink against him,” Alice said. “That’s dreadful.”
Gnat moved his hands up to Alice’s chest, the cold metal of his gauntlets teasing her nipples. “Hello? Sadist. That’s the point.”
On the other side of Dodgson was poor Humpty, who thrashed in his chair as if he were being beaten. But he wasn’t. Instead, the Jabbercock’s arm repeatedly pressed a glistening artificial vagina on the head of Humpty’s erect chode. But he never penetrated it more than a centimeter.
“It’s too small for him,” Gnat said, obviously delighted. “So all it does it torment him.”
Humpty caught Alice’s eye. He looked so desperate, so needy for an orgasm, that it broke Alice’s heart. She tried to run to him, but Gnat grabbed her arm.
“Is it too much for your friend?” he asked.
“Yes. Please stop it. I implore you.”
“Very well.”
Gnat picked up a remote control on the table and pressed a button. The small artificial vagina retracted, and it was replaced by the incredibly realistic rubber head of a famous starlet. She opened her lush lips and descended upon Humpty’s chode—
But it still didn’t fit. Her lips simply brushed Humpty’s straining tip, over and over.
“You’re a monster,” she told Gnat.
“Yeah. Pretty much. It makes you wet, though,” Gnat said. “I can tell. And look how erect your nipples are.”
Alice refused to dignify his claim, even though it was true. Though she’d been sated in the park, seeing all of these groaning, writhing bodies was a ferocious turn-on.
“Why not punish these people with multiple orgasms instead?” Alice said, trying to ignore the pulsing between her thighs. “Surely the Jabbercocky could do that.”
“Of course. But how is that punishment? People would purposely disobey the Red Queen just to be sentenced here.”
“How is that bad?”
“Look, Alice, I don’t agree with the Red Queen’s missionary-only policy. But I’m her Knight, so it is my job to enforce it. The law is the law.”
“It’s a dreadful law.”
“Just because you don’t agree with it, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be enforced. Have you met Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?”
Gnat pointed to the duo, who were strapped into complicated harnesses and suspended in a 69 position. Each of their erect, outstretched members was only inches away from the other’s mouth. Much as they strained their lips and tongues, and much as their charmingly curved erections bobbed and twitched, they couldn’t reach one another. To make the torment even worse, the Jabbercocky’s terrible articulated arms teased each of their bottoms with dildos shaped exactly like their respective penises.
“Those poor, annoying dears,” Alice said. “They love each other so. This must be horrible for them.”
“Watch how it gets worse.”
Alice watched as suddenly their harnesses moved closer to one another, allowing them each to greedily suck. But just as quickly, the Jabbercocky separated them, neither having more than a brief taste.
“No!” they yelled in unison, straining for the other. Then they began to weep.
Perhaps Alice’s open-mindedness had reached the point where she had embraced her inner sadist, but watching the Tweedles tormented so got her really hot. And seated next to them—
The White Queen, strapped to her lounge chair, tears in her eyes. Her legs were wide open, each of her piercings in place, and there were several articulated Jabbercock arms tormenting her with various toys, one after another. First the Sqweel, lapping against the metal rings and studs in the Queen’s femininity, making her screech like a banshee. Then the Eroscillator, going from her nipple rings to her clit. Then a quick insertion of the Drilldo, spinning madly. Then other things Alice hadn’t seen before. A rabbit vibrator like her own, but with an extra length to be inserted into the bottom, which made the Queen quake all over as it pumped in and out of her like a lover. A Hitachi wand, with a phallus-shaped attachment on the end that made the Queen moan when inserted. A clear, round shield that Alice realized was some sort of vacuum pump, which sucked at the Queen’s nether lips and clit and plumped them up to almost twice their size.
And every time the poor dear seemed close to orgasm, the toy would be removed and replaced by wiggling, robotic fingers that tickled the White Queen until she howled with laughter.
“Tickle torture,” Gnat said. “Quite insidious. She’ll be a wreck when she finally comes.”
“It’s awful,” Alice said. But she couldn’t help thinking about switching places with the Queen, having all of those dreadfully lovely things done to her. The vacuum pump especially seemed interesting. How sensitive would she be while so engorged?
“And yet, you think it’s sexy, don’t you?” Gnat whispered, catching Alice touching herself.
Alice quickly removed her hand.
“Yes. Maybe. But only in consensual play. This is being done as punishment.”
“Oh, but everyone here does give their consent, Alice. They each have a choice. The Hall of Denied Orgasms, or banishment. If anyone here decides they can’t handle anymore, they can choose to end it and leave Looking Glass Land.”
“Then I choose banishment,” Alice declared, willing to return home rather than face this torment.
“As you wish. But shouldn’t we take a look at the last person being tormented here first?”
“Who is it? Hatta? Haigha? Lily? The Red King? Daisy? It doesn’t matter. I want out of this place, and out of Looking Glass Land.”
But as she was talking, Alice couldn’t help but notice the last prisoner, bound to a chair and wearing a skimpy bra and panties, writhing and moaning with teary eyes.
“Why, it’s… Lewis!”
Her ex-boyfriend wore Alice’s best underwear, a black lacy set he’d bought for her at Victoria’s Secret. Stuffed into his mouth was one of her red satin thongs. Like Humpty, the Jabbercock teased poor Lewis with an artificial female head, which licked and sucked at his stiff member intensely but briefly. What surprised Alice most of all was that the head looked exactly like her. Same haircut. Same vacant expression. It even had a tongue like hers.
“Lewis still loves you,” Gnat said. “He feels so terrible that you left him. He wished you never found out about his secret kink.”
Alice’s heart sank. “I didn’t know,” she said. “If only I’d been tolerant instead of reacting without thinking.”
“Too late now,” Gnat said. “The poor sap has been here in Looking Glass Land as long as you have, without any release at all. Look at his poor, throbbing erection.”
Alice did, and felt devastated by remorse. “What did the Red Queen accuse him of? Cross-dressing? But that’s harmless!”
“He wasn’t accused of anything. He came here willingly, to punish himself.”
Alice shook her head. “No!”
“Yes. You’ve shamed him so, he feels unworthy of you. This is how he deals with the emotional pain. He suffers because you couldn’t accept him. Let me tell you something, Alice. For all the cruel things I do in this place, I never unfairly judged someone I love.”
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