Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (45 page)

“He’s all yours, Mistress Alice.” The guard
on the left gave her a brief bow and the one on the right mimicked
the gesture.

“Wait—” How many times had she said that
during this strange night so far? “What do you mean?”

“He’s your slave,” the guard on the right
explained. “Do with him what you will.”

They started to go and the guard on the left
looked back and remarked, “He’s a mute.”

Alice stared at the door that disappeared
into the wall as they departed, aghast. The man stayed on his
knees, waiting her instruction.
This isn’t happening.
Alice
glanced around the room, sure someone was watching her. This was
part of the test. She was supposed to…what? Dominate this man? That
was laughable. He wasn’t quite as big as the Red King, but close.
More Wade’s size, which was at least double her own. Besides, she
was submissive. She wasn’t always the best bottom, but she had no
desire to be on top.

She cleared her throat, blinking at her
predicament. What to do? She moved over to the table to look as if
she was doing something. There were drawers on one end and she
opened them, stunned by the paraphernalia inside—sex toys, rubber
gloves, lube. There were also strange objects she’d never seen
before, and lots of packages of those lime-green condom-like
things.

I can do this, she told herself, shutting
the drawer and trying to imagine what Wade might say or do if he
was in her place. By the time she turned around to face the masked
man, she almost believed herself. Besides, the wine was making her
warm, giving her a bit of liquid courage.

“Come here.” She tried to make her voice,
normally soft and light and sweet, into some semblance of a
commanding tone. It sounded forced, even to her, but the man began
to move. First, he tried standing, but then thought better of it
and made his way over on his knees. Alice realized her
mistake—incomplete instructions—and corrected it.

“Stand up and walk toward my voice.”

The man stood, walking slowly in her
direction, hesitating. She frowned and then smacked her forehead,
realizing she needed to keep talking, “Keep coming. Closer. That’s
it. Almost there. Good. Stop.”

He was quite a fine specimen of masculine
flesh, she had to admit, even through the spandex. She thought
about asking him to remove it—and the hood—but didn’t know if she
should. Maybe it would be better to keep this all anonymous,
especially if she had to cause him any pain. Did she have to? She
wondered, looking back at the table. She didn’t know if she could.
Maybe there was a way around it…

She turned toward the table, contemplating
it, and then it dawned on her.

“Up on the table, big boy.” She patted it
and he felt his way to the edge, sliding up to sit there. His cock
hadn’t waned at all. It was still delightfully hard, probably in
anticipation of what she was going to do, even though he had to be
a little apprehensive with a new mistress.

Mistress. Me!
Alice suppressed a
smile at the thought. But she had to take this seriously, and she
did. When she gave herself over to Wade, it was simply because she
trusted him. She’d submitted to this night’s strange events only
because she trusted him. That was the first and most important
thing.

“Safe word,” she breathed, nodding. But how,
if he was mute? Then she remembered what Wade did when he gagged
her and she couldn’t speak. “Your safe word will be three taps. Do
you understand?”

The hood bobbed up and down.

“Show me,” she instructed. He slapped his
hand on the table three times, hard. The power behind it made her
body flush with pleasure. He was a strong guy. “Good.”

Okay, so they could get started. But now
what?

“On your belly on the table.” She watched
him turn, negotiating without being able to see. “There’s a hole in
the middle of the table. Make sure your cock goes through it.” He
felt around and found it, positioning himself as she
instructed.

She walked around the table, looking at him,
at the fine shape of his muscles under the suit. She noticed for
the first time that the same gelatinous stuff that had been on the
dias was under the table—it was open underneath, resting on four
legs, with the drawers at one end. She had an idea.

She was tuned into his breath almost
immediately. He was excited, but waiting. She was familiar with
that feeling. She raided the drawers for treasure, taking the toys
with her and positioning herself under the table. His cock was full
of blood, red and throbbing. The cock ring was silver and clutched
both his cock and balls together.

“You have a very nice cock.” It was dark
under the table, but she could see that much. He moaned in pleasure
when she took him in her hand, squeezing and pulling and generally
testing his tolerance. Fluid gathered at the tip as she manipulated
him and she rubbed it into the head. She wanted to lick it off but
restrained herself.

“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.

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.