Alice Past The Mirror (Book One) - Sex Stories

Alice Past The Mirror (Book One)

... to this nightmarish existence, had summoned her for a twisted performance. The patrons' expectations were palpable, their anticipation almost tangible in the air.

Alice's heart raced with dread as she approached a dimly lit corner of the tavern. There, a lone figure awaited her—an enigmatic customer whose desires were shrouded in mystery. He reclined on a plush velvet chair, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and lust.

As Alice drew nearer, her silver chains chimed softly with her every movement. The customer's gaze roved over her, lingering on every curve and contour of her form. She felt exposed and vulnerable, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of humiliation and fear.

With a subtle nod from the tavern's owner, Alice's performance began. She moved with a slow and sensuous grace, her every step designed to tantalize and tease. Her fingers traced patterns in the air, trailing along her own body as if inviting the customer to follow suit.

The tavern's patrons watched with bated breath, their desires laid bare for all to see. Alice's movements became more deliberate, her body swaying to an invisible rhythm. Her hands explored the contours of her own form, teasingly caressing her bare skin as she danced a provocative dance of seduction.

The enigmatic customer leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Alice's every move. His desire was palpable, and Alice couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of power as she held his attention.

With a final, tantalizing ...

... gesture, Alice's performance reached its climax, and the room erupted in a chorus of applause and sighs. The customer, his desires temporarily sated, reclined once more in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

As Alice retreated from the dimly lit corner, her heart heavy with the weight of her ordeal, she couldn't help but wonder how she had descended into this twisted existence. The whimsical world of Nevermere had revealed its darkest and most perverse side, and she was trapped in its clutches.

Yet even in the midst of her despair, a flicker of defiance burned within Alice's eyes. She refused to surrender completely to this nightmarish fate, and she clung to a sliver of hope that one day, she would find a way to escape the chains that bound her.

Alice's heart continued to pound in her chest as she retreated from the enigmatic customer's corner. The applause from the tavern's patrons still rang in her ears, a bizarre mixture of approval and lechery. She couldn't escape the sense of degradation that clung to her, even as she moved away.

The tavern's owner, the woman who had thrust her into this twisted performance, watched her closely. Her eyes bore into Alice with a calculating gaze, gauging her reactions. It was clear that the owner reveled in her ability to control and manipulate those in her grasp.

As Alice returned to her position near the tavern's entrance, she couldn't help but glance around at the other enslaved performers. Each one bore the same ...