Alice in Thunderland - Sex Stories

Alice in Thunderland

... “Click.” Alice wasn’t sure how many times he had turned the wheel. She knew that she was now keening a continuous high wail of passion. And yet it continued. Once... twice... three times... light pressure. “Click.” It was to the point where all that she could move was her head, which she thrashed wildly from side to side. Once... twice... three times... light pressure. “Click.” “You are now very close,” he said softly. Did he mean that she was reaching the true limit to which she could be stretched, or that she was approaching orgasm? Perhaps he meant both. Once... twice... three times... light pressure. “Click.” “When you reach that final limit, you will be released.” Once... twice... three times... light pressure. “Click.” Alice thought that she could stand no more. Her body was now tighter than a violin’s E string. Once... twice... three times... light pressure. “Click.” He moved so that he was now above her. He lowered himself down so that his member was nestled against her opening. “Click.” That click was followed almost immediately by a deeper “Clunk.” The lock had been dropped into place. “You are released,” he said softly. With that sound and those words, Alice felt her passion explode within her. In the microsecond of time before the orgasm began to overwhelm her mind there was an instant of clarity. Time and space seemed to disappear. She was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Her mind screamed out to her, ‘I am released!’ Her spirit rejoiced, ‘I am free! I ...

... am truly free!!’ She now knew what freedom meant. It did not mean crying out her release phrase. It meant going beyond her limits. Going beyond the limits by not resisting those limits. The orgasm tore through her body. She thrust upward against him, pulling him into herself. Her body was able to respond, not because the chains had slackened, but because she was no longer holding herself back. Her passion went beyond anything that she had ever before felt... also for the same reason. She was no longer holding herself back. She was released. Alice felt him erupt within her. He looked down into her eyes. She could see herself reflected in his huge, black pupils. He stroked her face and smiled at her and said, “You are truly beautiful... and you are truly free.” Then he was gone. The foot stocks had opened. The wrist restraints lay alongside her arms on the slanted wood of the rack. As she lay there breathing deeply and trying to make sense of what had just happened, she heard the soft pop of the panel / door opening. The young man stepped into the room. Alice stood from the rack and faced him. “You have finished the game, Alice.” he said. “I hope that you have enjoyed Thunderworld. Remember, your release phrase is, ‘Delete me; delete me; delete me.’” And then he was gone, leaving Alice standing naked next to the rack. *** A uniformed messenger hurried into General Hunnington’s office in the fourth sub-basement beneath the visible portion of the Pentagon. There was a black metal ...