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Alice in Thunderland

... ability to make her truly feel his touch. Then the pleasure of his light stroking overtook that thought and she gave a slight contented moan. This felt good. “Close your eyes,” he commanded, and she did so. The hand left her head. It was now totally silent in the room. Something brushed against the tips of her nipples. She gasped in response. He was now stroking her breasts with his fingers, first one breast and then the other. As his fingers came together over her nipples, he would give a quick pinch of the nipple itself. Alice could feel herself becoming wet. The fingers continued to tweak and tease her breasts, but now the fingers of his other hand were brushing lightly over her pubic hair. She could feel herself starting to squirm under his touch. Suddenly the fingers at her breasts held tightly to her nipple and two of the fingers between her legs slipped into her sex. “Ahhhh!” she gasped. “Quiet, Alice.” he commanded. “Do not speak. Do not make a sound. Just respond to my hands and my voice.” Alice struggled to remain quiet as fingers continued to tweak and pinch her breasts. It was at the edge of being painful, but somehow, that edge kept receding into the background as pleasure flowed through her body. The fingers in her cunt were slowly sliding in and out. Each penetration ended with the rest of his hand making contact with her now throbbing clit. And each withdrawal ended with the fingers sliding over that very sensitive nub. Alice was drawing short gasps of air in ...

... through her nostrils as she attempted to remain quiet. As the passion rose within her, she found herself pulling against the iron restraints on her arms and legs. “Open you mouth,” he suddenly ordered, and Alice did. A sudden, somewhat sour, taste filled her mouth as two fingers thrust against her tongue. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?” he asked. Alice could not speak with the fingers in her mouth, but she wagged her head from side to side to say ‘no’. “Clean off my fingers,” he said and Alice closed her mouth over them and began licking and sucking. “Open your eyes and come with me,” he then ordered. As Alice opened her eyes, there was a click and clang of the manacles releasing. At first she found it difficult to get up. Her body wanted more of what she had been experiencing in the chair and was reluctant to leave it. “Now!” he barked, and Alice found herself nearly jumping to her feet. He walked toward a dark wooden door that matched the paneling of the room. As he reached for the handle, he turned toward Alice and said, “This is my play room. I designed it hoping that someone like you would come by and want to use it.” For a moment, his eyes were once again too large for his face and his skin color was much too gray. Alice thought of one of her professor’s comments in an advanced programming class. “The programmer always shows through in the finished product. Someone who truly understands programming can see your thoughts and even your personality buried amongst ...