Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club (12 page)

The poem was bad—almost Queequeg bad—but Poet 3 liked her ass, and at that moment, that was all Alice really cared about. She spread her thighs apart, giving him a good look, then she pressed back, taking his length into her body.

She took Poet 1 in her mouth then and Poet 2 in her hand. Licking, sucking, pumping.

The sensations built again, making her feel dizzy, intoxicated, maybe even a little insane. She moved her head back and forth, back to sucking Poet One, then Poet Two, then One again, her tongue deft in its movements, more skilled than she’d never felt before.

“Oh, Alice. You’re so skilled. Like I’ve never felt before.” Poet One muttered.

“Alice,” said Poet Two. “Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly cocks.”

Alice felt a rush of heat to her nether regions. Both were so nice, so appreciative, so grateful, although she had to admit, Poet One was a little more accessible.

She slathered her tongue over his soft pouch, the hard nuggets inside teasing her, tantalizing her, begging her. His length bobbed against her cheek, hot and stiff, and when she took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked, the head jerked against her cheekbone.

“Oh, yesssssss,” Poet One ground out.

She turned her cheek just in time and captured his hot essence with her mouth, sucking it in, savoring the bath of salty heat. It dribbled down her chin, and she looked up into the mirror, imagining him watching, and licked it off.

“Robert Frost is eliminated!” Jane declared.

A thrust from behind, brought Alice’s mind back to the present and off the warrior fallen in battle. She grasped the solid cock in front of her, the longest of the three. Opening her mouth, she let his manhood skate down her tongue. Then hugging her lips around him, she moved her tongue over his soft skin, teasing his ridge, savoring the taste of him, salty and sweet. She breathed deeply, taking in his scent, hot and strong and male.

Another strong thrust came from behind, stealing her breath, stirring something dark deep inside her, something ravenous.

Alice wanted them both, everything they had to give. Her vision closed in, focusing on the cock in front of her, as if the texture of his skin, the scent of his body, the taste of the pre cum on his tip was the only thing in the world. She sucked and teased, her movements both tender and fierce.

Another thrust from behind, and she was coming again. She soared… floating… falling… never wanting it to end. Grasping the shaft in her mouth, sucking him with the force of her yearning.

Salt flooded her mouth, dripping out the corner and dribbling down her chin.

“William Shakespeare has been eliminated!” Jane yelled out.

“O, how bitter a thing it is to look into horniness through another man’s cock.”

“Come on,” Jane said crossly. “You lost. Now take your willy out of here.”

“I like to call it The Bard.”

The Bard withdrew The Bard from Alice’s mouth and the glory hole.

Jane cleared her throat. “Poet Three, read your last poem!

Reluctantly, Alice stepped forward, letting the victor’s stiff manhood slide from her entrance. Then she turned to face it, a tremulous breath escaping her parted lips. “I’m yours. Please. Grace me with your brilliant verse.”

“Lewis Carroll!” Alice exclaimed “I knew it was you! You haven’t come yet!”

“It was quite frustrating, but I’m doing it for you. Maybe I can’t make up for all those years of bad sex, but I’m trying, Alice.”

“Try you may, but you shall fail.”

A man entered. Regal, aristocratic, wearing a dark suit and a black leather cape.

“Neither of you will escape the Hellfire Club. I shall make sure Lewis comes, and Alice’s count goes back to zero, or my name is not the Marquis Donatien Alphonse François de Sade.”

“So what is your name?” Lewis asked.

“It’s the Marquis Donatien Alphonse François de Sade. I just said that.”

“The Marquis de Sade?” Alice said. “Oh… my.”

Alice was led out of the room by a leash attached to the leather collar around her neck. She was naked, except for the fur-lined handcuffs she wore behind her back and the black, leather boots with the platform heels that were difficult to walk in but made her legs and ass look fantastic—something she noticed when they passed a mirror.

The Marquis held her leash in one hand, and Lewis’s in the other. Her poor husband still maintained his erection, which bounced as he walked.

“After all the times I came at the poetry slam, I’m at eighty,” Alice said to him, grateful that Jane had been keeping track, since she certainly hadn’t. “Do you think you can hold out?”

“I’m trying, honey. It’s so hard.”

“I can see that,” she said, glancing at his cock and trying not to smirk.

“I mean it’s hard not to come. Watching all the things being done to you—all the things you’re doing—it’s a terrible turn-on. And then when I’m stimulated at the same time… I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“I don’t know what de Sade has planned, but if I can get twenty more, you can have your release, dear husband.”

“You must be exhausted.” She saw pity in Lewis’s eyes. She saw something else there, too. Something she hadn’t recognized in quite a while. Confidence.

“A woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do. If I must endure twenty more orgasms for you, I’ll try to be brave about it.”

Alice was only half-serious, but Lewis’s expression was full of concern.

“Maybe we should work together,” he said.

“Together? How?”

“Could you… try to tone down your reaction?” he asked.

“How do you mean?”

“I love it when you lose all inhibitions, Alice. When you go wild and give yourself fully to pleasure. But seeing you in ecstasy is my biggest weakness. I get so excited I have trouble keeping myself from coming.”

“So you want me to control myself?”

“If you could, perhaps, not scream so much. Or thrash around, with your beautiful breasts bobbing up and down.”

Alice could see how that would arouse Lewis, and she counted herself lucky that she married a man who was so turned on by her excitement. Hopefully, when they were able to leave the Hellfire Club, he would remember these lessons and devote himself to exciting her.

Make that
if
they were able to leave the Hellfire Club. If Lewis blew his load, her count would be reset, and goodness knows how long they would be there. Much as Alice was enjoying herself, she really was exhausted.

“Is there anything else I shouldn’t do?” she asked gently.

“Try not to grunt. Or moan. Or make that face.”

“Which face?”

Lewis bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes closed, apparently doing an impression of Alice in the throes of orgasm.

“That’s what I look like?” she asked. “You keep your eyes and mouth open and sort of stare off into the distance as you groan.”

“Please don’t groan either.”

“I’ll try, Lewis. I’ll really try.”

“And how can I help you?” he asked.

Alice paused. She hadn’t thought about that. But that was, after all, what working together was all about, helping each other reach their goals. “Well, I really like to feel you watching me, Lewis, and getting turned on. But that might be counter-productive.”

“Yeah. Not sure that’s a good idea.”

“So I guess I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Don’t worry, Alice dear, I’ll figure something out.”

That confidence was in his voice again, and it made Alice feel safe. Hopeful. “I’m sure you will. We’re going to do this, Lewis. You and me. And then we’ll be able to go home. Right?”

“Right.”

They came to a closed door and stopped. Alice remembered it as the entrance to the amphitheater from her first walk through the club. De Sade turned and faced them.

“You are to obey my commands,” he said. “If you don’t, you’ll be paddled. Of course, I may also paddle you if you do obey. No good deed should go unpunished.”

“That’s sadistic,” Alice said.

The Marquis rolled his eyes. “Well, no kidding. I’m de Sade. That’s where the term comes from.”

Alice cast a worried eye at Lewis. A few times, early in their marriage, they’d spanked each other while role-playing in bed. The naughty schoolboy. The stern boss. They’d both enjoyed the experiences, but Lewis more so. Alice feared, if he was paddled, he’d squirt everywhere like a Super Soaker.

“You shall also,” de Sade said, “continue to count your orgasms aloud, Alice. And do so loudly, as there is a large audience.”

“An audience?” Alice shivered, although this time she wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or fear.

“Everyone at the Hellfire Club has turned out for this event. More than a hundred people will be watching.”

Alice felt herself redden at the thought of so many eyes on her. Staring at her breasts. Noting the lurid way her nipples poked out. Seeing the glistening wetness between her thighs.

“What exactly is the event?” Lewis asked.

“Alice will ride a Sybian in the center of the arena.”

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “What’s a Sybian?”

“A Sybian is a mechanical device, the size of a saddle, with a dildo in the center. Alice will sit upon the dildo, letting it impale her, working it deep inside, and she’ll be tied into position so she cannot get off. The Sybian has a remote control box that rotates the dildo, like so.” De Sade raised his index finger and turned it in a circle. “It also has controls for the vibration intensity. At 1/3 horsepower, it is the most powerful vibrator in the world.”

“More powerful than the Hitachi wand?” Alice asked, her voice barely a squeak.

De Sade smiled. “It makes the Hitachi look like a child’s toy.”

Alice was immediately overwhelmed by a wave of fear. She remembered the woman in the amphitheater she’d seen earlier, shaking and screaming as she rode the Sybian. While Alice wouldn’t have any trouble hitting twenty orgasms on such a powerful device, she wasn’t sure how she would be able to contain her own excitement. Which meant Lewis would no doubt explode before Alice could finish.

“Lewis will be working the controls, while masturbating,” the Marquis continued, “with arousal gel. It will make your manhood more sensitive.”

Alice’s hopes sunk even lower. Lewis was learning to have more sensitivity concerning Alice’s needs, but he didn’t need help concerning his own. Arousal gel for Lewis would be like throwing gasoline on a brush fire. As the Marquis led them into the amphitheater to the applause and catcalls of the crowd, Alice felt as if they’d already failed.

The disappointment became fear once again when she noticed the Sybian. On a stand in the middle of the room, a curved, padded, black saddle with a flesh-colored dildo mounted on top. A dildo, with length and girth considerably larger than Lewis. In fact, it approached that of Marc Antony’s proud staff.

“Make way, make way!” a voice cried out. “Camera crew here! We need to capture this for all time!”

Alice turned in the direction of the voice, and there running toward them were a handsome man wearing breeches and a movie director’s beret and another man toting a camera and donning the upper half of a bunny costume. “Hatta and Haigha!” she cried.

“That’s Hatter and Hare,” they corrected in unison.

And even though the way they changed the pronunciations of their names constantly was annoying, Alice was truly glad to see them. They were old friends from previous adventures, and their presence made her current predicament not as scary.

The Hatter ran his eyes over her body, the bulge in his breeches growing. “You are nakedly superb as always, Alice.”

“And superbly naked!” the Hare added, focusing his lens on her, and since he was wearing no pants, his appreciation was obvious.

“Enough!” the Marquis yelled. He raised a hand, and the crowd went immediately silent.

“Good eventide, everyone. Tonight’s entertainment should be most exciting. In order to fulfill their Hellfire Club Contract terms, sweet, beautiful Alice must have twenty orgasms before her husband Lewis has one.”

The crowd murmured to itself, and Alice watched some money change hands. They were betting on the outcome.

“To make things even more interesting, they’ll both be slicked up with arousal lubricant, and I will be giving them commands. If they fail to follow my commands…” The Marquis picked up a long, wooden paddle, which was resting against the Sybian stand. “…then they will be punished.”

Applause and cheers.

“And if Lewis comes before Alice is finished, they’ll be put in the pillories, and every one of you will be able to use them as you see fit.”

More cheering, especially from Hatter and Hare. Alice looked over the huge crowd. She recognized the pirates, Antony and Cleopatra, the musketeers, several famous poets, the Knights of the Round Table, Dickens, and so many others. After the exhausting day she’d had, Alice didn’t think she’d be able to handle sex with several dozen more people. If she had to, she would. But she was getting rather sore and worn out.

Perhaps that was why this place was called The Hellfire Club, and not the Warm Fuzzy Club.

De Sade snapped his fingers, and a naked couple quickly approached. Heathcliff and Jane Eyre.

“Hello again, dear Alice,” Heathcliff said. “Been having a nice time?”

“It’s been an epic fantasy. Like being the heroine in an erotica story.”

“Imagine that.”

Heathcliff smiled pleasantly as he applied a gel to Alice’s womanhood. Where he touched her immediately began to tingle. Not like the shaving cream Cleopatra had used, or the oil the musketeers preferred. This gel made her clitoris swell to almost twice its size, every nerve in it igniting. A liberal amount was also rubbed onto her breasts, and the sensation made her nipples stick out more luridly than ever before. She watched as Lewis endured similar treatment under Jane Eyre’s skillful hands, his eyes closed and his hips bucking on their own accord.

“To the Sybian!” the Marquis ordered.