Feeling self-conscious and more than a little ashamed, Alice followed the trail into the forest, sticks and pebbles poking her tender, bare feet, twigs from the ominous, overhanging tree canopy pinching at her hair like thin fingers. Soon the sun was just an occasional flicker through the branches, and a cool ground wind blew firmly across Alice’s naked body, stiffening her nipples. Quickening her pace, and getting more and more anxious as the woods darkened, Alice glanced down until she could no longer make out the trail. She turned, trying to backtrack, but couldn’t find the path she had taken to get there. However, through a break in the tree line, Alice saw the most interesting sight. A field of mushrooms.
But these were unlike any mushrooms she’d ever seen. Dark and enormous, almost up to her shoulders, with thick, fat stems and bulbous heads so big she couldn’t wrap her arms around them. The sight of the shrooms both repulsed Alice and drew her toward them, her feet heading into the field on their own volition. Soon she was surrounded by dozens, hundreds, a whole forest of mushrooms, so close together that Alice rubbed against them as she passed. The caps were soft, almost velvety, but firm and unyielding. They reminded Alice of something, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what.
The potion Alice had swallowed was making her tingle more than ever. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Alice pressed her palm between her legs, trying to calm the throb. Her hand felt good there, rubbing softly against her as she walked, and Alice thought about her boyfriend, Lewis. Why couldn’t he be here right now? More than ever before, she would have liked him inside her. In fact, Alice had never been so eager for it.
She closed her eyes for a moment, imagined Lewis’s weight on top of her, kissing her neck softly, his hands cupping her bare breasts, wrapping her legs around him as the tip of his “Who are you?”
Surprised, Alice let out a gasp as she opened her eyes and saw a man staring down at her from one of the mushrooms. He straddled it like a biker astride a motorcycle, and indeed he looked the type. Black leather pants. Black boots. A black leather vest over a bare chest. Several days’ worth of beard on his face.
His voice was foreign-some sort of European accent- and Alice guessed English wasn’t his first language. His arms were muscled, and Alice noticed a tattoo on his shoulder, something that looked like a letter of the alphabet but upon squinting Alice realized was a caterpillar.
“I’m, um, Alice.”
The man didn’t reply. His dark hair was short, untamed, and he had the deepest green eyes Alice had ever seen. He glared at her like a lion glared at a gazelle. Even more self-conscious about her nudity, Alice lifted her arm across her breasts, tucked her knees together, and bent over to shield herself from his gaze.
“I am Pilar,” he said, pronouncing it Pee-larr and rolling the r at the end. Alice figured he might be Portuguese. “Why are you in my mushroom field, Alice?”
“I’m lost,” Alice said, close to sobbing. “Will you help me?”
“Stand up straight,” Pilar ordered. Though he said it softly, Alice sensed the steel in his voice.
“I’m naked,” Alice said, though she realized it was a silly thing to say. He obviously knew that already.
“If you need my help, Alice, we need to trust one another. One way to build trust is for you to do as I say. How do I know you aren’t a poacher, in my field to steal my mushrooms?”
“But I’m not,” Alice said.
“Then stand up straight so I may see you aren’t hiding any poaching equipment.”
Fighting embarrassment, Alice forced herself to straighten to her full height. She watched as Pilar swung his leg over the mushroom and dropped to the ground. He walked to her slowly, leisurely, the barest hint of a smile on his lips, and stopped when he was just a few feet in front of her.
“Put your hands at your sides,” Pilar said.
“But you can see I’m not holding anything.”
“I see nothing of the sort. You could be hiding all kinds of things.”
Alice wondered if she should run away. But to where? Back into the dark, scary woods? Into the field of mushrooms that Pilar claimed were his? Though Pilar seemed a bit strange, and rather intense, he hadn’t done anything that made Alice believe he would hurt her. Maybe he was telling the truth, and he just wanted to make sure she wasn’t a mushroom poacher.
Alice dropped the arm from her breasts, feeling her face flush with shame.
“You are beautiful, Alice,” Pilar said.
She blushed even harder. “Thank you.”
“Please remove your other hand.”
“But I’m surely not hiding anything in there,” Alice proclaimed.
Pilar stared at her. “As you wish,” he said. Then he turned and began to walk away.
“Hey!” she called after him. “Please don’t leave me!”
Pilar soon blended into the mushrooms, and Alice realized the fear of being lost and alone was far worse than the embarrassment of a stranger seeing her naked. So she hurried after him, running through the mushroom field, catching up just as he opened the door to a small, wooden shack with mushrooms sprouting on the flat roof.
“Pilar! Please wait!”
He had left the door open, and Alice took that as an invitation and hurried inside the cabin. The interior surprised Alice, because unlike Pilar’s rough exterior, this was pleasant, almost cozy. A fire crackled in a cast iron stove, where a pot of tea brewed, filling the air with the scent of peppermint. A large rocking chair, with a red blanket across the back, sat in the corner. Oil lamps on the walls cast a soft, orange glow over everything.
As Alice was looking around, someone stepped from behind the door and grabbed her shoulders, giving her a terrible shock.
“Why are you in my house?” Pilar demanded, his soft voice loud and firm.
“I… uh… you left the door open… and I thought-”
“I did not invite you in my house. You have no right to be here.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
He leaned in close, his face inches from hers. “Did you steal anything?” he asked, his breath smelling like peppermint tea.
“What? No! Of course not! I just walked in a second ago!”
“I do not trust you, Alice. How can I believe someone I cannot trust?”
“But you must believe me! I’m not hiding anything!”
“I should call the police. They have ways of dealing with liars and thieves.”
Alice realized she’d never been this close to a man before, other than Lewis. Pilar was near enough to kiss her. She stared at his mouth, his cruel lips, unable to turn away. The damned throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable, and without thinking she quickly pressed her mouth to Pilar’s, wanting more than anything to feel his tongue in her mouth.
Pilar quickly pulled away. “What are you doing?”
“I… uh…”
“I did not give you permission to kiss me.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just, I drank this potion earlier, and it is making me crazy.”
Pilar raised an eyebrow. “A potion? Was it blue?”
“Yes.”
“Did it say DRINK ME on the bottle?”
“Yes. Yes it did.”
“And you drank it?”
“Yes.”
“What sort of fool would drink a blue potion without knowing what it was?”
Alice didn’t know how to respond. She felt like crying.
“This potion, which is making you crazy…” Pilar’s voice had lost the rough edge, and now was soft as a summer breeze. “Do you want to stop the crazy feeling?”
“Yes. Can you help me?”
“I can. But you have to trust me. Do you trust me, Alice?”
Pilar released her shoulders. Alice glanced at the door leading back into the mushroom field.
“You can leave if you wish,” he said. “The choice is yours.”
Looking up into Pilar’s deep, green eyes, she said, “Yes. I trust you.”
“Come with me.”
Taking Alice’s hand, he lead her through his cozy cabin to a large, iron door.
“This is my Pink Room of Bunnies,” he said.
“How adorable.”
“I can get the potion out of you, but to do so, you must be restrained.”
“How do you mean?”
“I must tie you up, Alice. That is the only way.”
Alice released Pilar’s hand, taking a step back. “I don’t know. I-”
“Do you know what a safeword is?”
Alice shook her head.
“While you are restrained, if I do anything you don’t want, you say the safeword and I stop.”
Alice lowered her voice and whispered, “What is the safeword?”
“It can be anything you want.”
Alice tried to think, but the throb between her legs was making it hard to concentrate.
“Alice, the blue potion, if you don’t get it out of your system, you will go mad. You could even die from it.”
“Die?”
Pilar nodded solemnly. “Unless you have release, it could make your loins explode.”
“Gosh,” Alice said, shuddering in fear. “I don’t want that.”
“Perhaps you should have considered it before gulping down some strange, foreign liquid. That was pretty damn stupid.”
“Do loins explode a lot?”
Pilar looked pained. “All the time.”
Alice took another glance at the door, then looked at Pilar’s tattoo on his shoulder.
“Caterpillar,” she said.
“Yes?”
“Yes what?”
“You called me?”
“I did?”
“That’s my name. Pilar is short for Caterpillar.”
“Oh. That’s an odd name.”
“My parents liked insects.”
“It’s still odd.”
“You should meet my sister, Dung Beetle.”
Alice made her decision. “I want to use Caterpillar as my safeword.”
Pilar’s green eyes twinkled. “Excellent. Into the Pink Room of Bunnies, then.”
He held open the heavy door and Alice was shocked by what she saw. It was a dungeon.
Shackles and chains hung from the rafters. There was a table with leather straps on it, and a wooden wheel on the wall where a person could be bound and spun around. A steel cage was in the corner, and there was a collection of canes, riding crops, and whips on the wall. Looking at them made Alice feel queer and peculiar.
There were no bunnies at all. And it certainly wasn’t pink.
“Caterpillar!” Alice immediately blurted.
“Yes?”
“That’s my safeword. I want to quit.”
“Why? We haven’t even begun.”
“You mean to beat me with those whips and rods,” Alice said, pointing.
“I hadn’t planned on it. Do you want me too?”
“Why on earth would I want you to?”
“Some people enjoy it.”
Alice had never heard of such a thing. “You’re making that up.”
“Not at all. See that strange-looking table there?”
He pointed to something that resembled a small church pew, covered in padded leather. Alice had no idea what it was, but the sight of it made her uneasy.
“What is it?”
“That’s a spanking table. One kneels on it and bends over, and the straps hold them in place so they may be thoroughly spanked.”
Alice was flabbergasted such a thing existed.”Why?”
“Some people are naughty, and need to be disciplined.” Pilar stood next to Alice, snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her so close she pressed into him. “Have you ever been naughty, Alice?”
Alice couldn’t quite find her voice. Her pelvis was tight against Pilar’s, and she could feel his bulge. She tried to squirm away, but he held her fast, and all Alice succeeded in doing was rubbing against it.
“What do you mean?” she whispered.
“Naughty girls should be punished. Tell me you’ve been naughty, and I’ll take you over my knee and slap your bare bottom right now.”
Alice stopped trying to pull away. The potion was too powerful, the feeling building within her too good. She rubbed her hard nipples across Pilar’s rough leather vest, and tried to grind her hips against him.
“Yes,” Pilar said. “You are naughty, aren’t you? Perhaps you need a spanking. Something like this.”
Pilar brought his hand down on Alice’s naked posterior, and the loud slap was almost as startling as the contact. After a brief sting, her bottom began to warm up where he’d smacked it.
Alice squeezed her eyes shut. She’d never felt like this before. This man, this complete stranger, had just struck her. She should go to the authorities, hire a lawyer, file charges. But instead, her whole body began to tingle, and though she hated herself for how she felt, Alice wanted more than anything for him to smack her again.
“I… I am naughty,” she managed.
Pilar rubbed the area he’d punished, and then moved his strong, thick fingers lower, between her legs. Alice gasped. No one had ever touched her there before. When she and Lewis made love, he just stuck it in quickly. And Alice had never touched herself. She believed those parts of her were dirty and strange, and treated them as if they belonged to another person.
But Pilar did more than just touch. His index finger lightly stroked her from beneath, first the left side, then the right. She wondered if he had put something on his hand because it was so slick, and then she realized with utter shame it was her own juices.
“Pilar…”
His other hand came down suddenly, smacking her bottom again, and Alice gasped and her eyes and mouth opened wide. The mixed sensations were extraordinary. The tenderness of his fingers, the firm cruelty of his palm, combining together to make her writhe against her own will.
Then Pilar’s finger began to slowly enter her.
“I knew you were naughty, Alice.”
“Yes,” she gasped as he penetrated deeper. “I am naughty.”
“Do you want to know what I do to naughty girls?”
“Oh, yes… Caterpillar.”
Alice was abruptly released, so fast her legs couldn’t support her and she fell onto the floor. She looked up at Pilar, confused and ready to cry.
“What is it? Did I do something?”
“You said the safeword,” Pilar said. “So I stopped.”
“What? No! I just… it’s your name, I was just calling your name.”
Pilar’s face brightened. “Ah. I understand. So shall I spank you? I can place you in the stocks and whip your butt and thighs with a crop.”
Alice couldn’t help but stare at the wooden stocks. She instantly imagined herself bent over, her head and hands trapped, Pilar behind her with a leather riding crop, punishing her bare flesh.
An abhorrent, repellant image. So why did it make her quiver so? Why did she want to try it?
“Never mind,” Pilar said. “That appears to be too advanced for you. We’ll begin with something easier. Stand up.”
Alice waited for him to offer his hand, but he simply stood there. She slowly got to her feet.
“Walk over to the wheel.”
Alice glanced at the large, wooden wheel, braced against the wall like a giant clock. It frightened her, made her legs weak to the point where she thought she would fall again.
“Walk to it.”
Alice did, each step like walking through thick molasses. When Alice reached it, she saw the four thick leather straps on the edges, made to hold a person spread-eagle. In the center was an even thicker belt, meant to cinch around the victim’s waist.
Alice trembled, her whole body shaking.
“Lean against the wheel,” Pilar ordered.
“I… I don’t…”
Suddenly Pilar was behind her, one hand clutching her breasts, the other pressed to her belly.
“This is for your own good, Alice,” he said, his fingers descending. “I’m doing it to help you. Do you understand?”
“Uh…”
Once again his finger entered her. But this time he began to move it in and out, like Lewis when they made love. But unlike Lewis, Pilar didn’t seem to be in a race to the finish. He moved slowly, luxuriously, until she wanted to beg him to move faster.
“Lean against the wheel.”
“Uh… uh…”
“Alice.”
“Okay… okay…”
And the next thing Alice knew she was backed up against the terrible wheel and Pilar was strapping her into place. First her waist. Then her hands. Then her left foot. As he knelt down, stretching out her right foot, spreading her legs, Alice tensed up and began to resist. Pilar’s head was only inches away from her most private parts, and Alice felt shame like she’d never felt before.
How could she have gotten to this point? A complete stranger, strapping her to a giant wheel? Even more embarrassing, her hips seemed to have developed a mind of their own, and they heaved forward toward Pilar as if trying to touch him.
Then, suddenly, her other ankle was bound, and Alice had never been so exposed in her life.
“Try to get away,” Pilar said.
She strained. She pulled. But the wicked straps were tight, and she couldn’t close her legs, couldn’t get free. Alice was bound there, spread open before a man she barely knew, revealing parts of her even her doctor had never seen. Alice fought tears, a blush creeping up over her whole body, her sore bottom pressed against the rough wood of the wheel. This couldn’t possibly get worse.
Then it did. Pilar went to a cabinet and withdrew a length of white rope.
“This is silk bondage rope I received after training with a nawashi in Japan. I am going to tie it around your knees and thighs to restrict your pelvic movement and spread you wider.”
“Please, don’t. I beg of you.”
But Pilar didn’t listen. He looped the rope around her right knee and up her thigh, then cruelly pulled it back against the wheel and tied it off. Pilar repeated the procedure with the left leg, the rope so tight it forced her pelvis forward. Alice tried to struggle, but it was no use. She had lost all ability to move her lower regions, except for the tiniest of circles.
Pilar was so close she could feel his hot, peppermint breath on her. She chanced a humiliated look down, and could see his lips were almost touching her hair down there.
“This won’t do,” Pilar said. “I can’t see what I’m doing. I must shave you.”
“No! Please don’t, Pilar. Untie me at once.”
But Pilar was back to his cabinet, and when he returned it was with a safety razor, a bowl, and a brush.
He spent a moment twirling the brush in the soap bowl, making a lather. The brush had round, bushy bristles, and when it was sufficiently covered with foam he began to spread it on Alice.
The lather was warm and smelled of sandalwood, and when it touched her she gasped at the sensation. It felt like washing, but not. When she washed herself down there, Alice used a soapy rag and was quick and businesslike. Pilar was gentler, slower. Alice felt as if he was dragging the process out, stroking her left and then right. Up, then down. Sometimes he missed the hair completely, going lower. Alice began to get lost in the rhythm. She closed her eyes, flexing her hips, trying to press into him. But just as she was ready to beg him to put a finger inside her again, Pilar withdrew the brush and began to shave her.
Unlike the gentle rhythm of the brush strokes, the razor was cold, stiff, and unyielding. The pleasant sensations were replaced by panic. What if he cuts me by accident? And even worse, what will I look like when he finishes? A few deft strokes later, and Pilar was done. He brought a pitcher of warm water, pouring it over Alice, washing away the remaining hair and lather, leaving her as naked and vulnerable as the day she was born.
“Would you like to see?” he asked. “I can fetch a mirror.”
Part of her did, but she was so mortified at being laid so bare that she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t understand how Pilar could even stand to look at it. Those parts of her were ugly and dirty. They were used for childbirth and nothing more. Staring at them was abnormal and perverted.
“Beautiful,” Pilar whispered.
Alice wasn’t sure she heard him right.
“Pink and perfect and beautiful. I know we have just met, but would it be okay if I kissed you there?”
Alice couldn’t believe her ears. Why would he possibly want to do something like that?
But her hips began to make a little circle, and Alice couldn’t stop the movement.
“One kiss then,” Pilar said.
His lips touched hers, and Alice gasped. He was so soft, so tender, and she had an overwhelming urge to press against him. Maybe this is what she’d been missing her whole life. Maybe this was what sex was supposed to be like. She thought of Lewis, her boyfriend, kneeling between her legs, kissing her as Pilar did, and a low moan escaped her throat.
“Thank you,” Pilar said, pulling away. “Now it is time to get to work. I’m afraid it is going to take some time, and may be a bit uncomfortable. To fully extract all of the blue potion, I’m going to have to build you up and tease you beyond what you feel you can endure.”
“Tease… me?”
“Have you never been teased before, woman?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Pilar rubbed his beard. “You aren’t a virgin.”
“No. I have a boyfriend named Lewis.”
“Does Lewis satisfy you?”
“He’s a very nice man.”
“I mean sexually, Alice. Does he satisfy you?”
“I… I love Lewis. Being intimate with him makes me feel close, but… he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. I’m afraid I don’t either…”
Her voice trailed off. Talking about her lovemaking failures was almost as humiliating as being spread open before a stranger.
“To tease is to arouse without release,” Pilar said. “Like this.”
Immediately, Pilar pressed his face against her. But this time it wasn’t a kiss. He began to lick.
Alice began to plead with him to stop, that this was dirty, but it felt like something had ignited inside her loins. Throbbing, but times ten. Pilar licked around her opening, then put his tongue deep inside her, flicking it in and out rapidly. Then he moved up higher, finding a sensitive spot between her lips, and when he touched it the feeling was so intense it almost brought pain. She cried out, and Pilar stayed on that spot; slow, fat, languid strokes until the almost-pain became something else, a warmth that began to spread throughout her whole body.
This was it, Alice thought. This was what she’d heard about. How sex was supposed to be. It felt amazing, and just kept getting better and better. Her hips were bucking now, wanting to capture Pilar’s tongue, and he increased his tempo and pressure, pushing his finger up inside her, and the feeling built and built until Suddenly Pilar was gone. Alice continued to buck, straining against the ropes and shackles.
“Please! Please don’t stop!”
“That,” Pilar said, wiping a hand across his glistening chin, “is teasing.”
“No!” Alice said. “Please don’t stop. It’s too cruel to bear.”
She almost squealed with delight as Pilar pressed his face to her again. All she needed was a few more seconds, a few more licks, and “Do you want me to stop?” Pilar said, pulling away.
“No! God, no!”
Alice was so close. So near experiencing what she longed so much to experience. Her whole life, she’d felt like a broken doll, missing an essential piece. But now she felt like a woman. A full-blooded, sexy woman. Alice wanted sex. She wanted it so bad she almost felt like crying.
“Do you want me to lick you again?” Pilar asked.
“Yes!”
“Or would you prefer I mount you?”
The thought made Alice shudder.
“Oh, mount me,” Alice said, close to tears. She’d never used such a vulgar command before. “Please mount me!”
Pilar stood up. Alice eyed the bulge in his leather pants. It seemed monstrous.
“Do it,” she begged. She felt like her lower regions were on fire.
“Would you like it if I spanked you now?” Pilar asked. “What if I took the riding crop and tapped you where I just shaved? Would you like that?”
The very idea was abominable, but Alice was so excited that if anything touched her there, even something as terrible as a riding crop, it would send her right over the edge.
“I… I would like that.”
“Beg me to spank you.”
“Please… Pilar. Please spank me.”
“Beg me to lick you again.”
“Please. Lick me, Pilar.”
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!”
“No,” Pilar said.
Alice cried out in frustration. She tugged against her bounds, thrusting her hips into empty air without relief.
Pilar reached out, gave her cheek a tender caress, and then moved his hands to her breasts. His rough fingers found her nipples and began to tug.
Alice’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow all of the burning in her loins had suddenly transferred to her breasts.
“Harder,” she said.
Pilar gave each a small pinch, and Alice grunted in appreciation.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, releasing her.
No! No, no, no!
Alice squirmed and strained and begged for him not to leave. She felt completely out of control, more frustrated than she’d ever been in her life. This teasing was intolerable, and she thought about using the safeword just so that wicked Pilar would untie her so she could touch herself.
However, she didn’t say the safeword. Because deep down, Alice realized she liked being teased.
It made no sense. It was like being hungry, and not being able to eat an apple only a few inches away. Or being terribly hot and thirsty and denying yourself a cool glass of lemonade. Or having an irresistible itch on your arm and being unable to scratch it.
But it was more than that. Alice yearned to know what other ways Pilar could torment her. She wanted to see how much teasing she could take before she burst. The throb had become a steady thrum of pleasure. Pilar’s tongue on her most intimate parts had awoken some primitive beast in her.
A beast that demanded to be fed.
“Let him try to tease me beyond endurance,” Alice said to herself, stiffening her upper lip. “I can handle anything he does. Even the riding crop. This can’t possibly get any more intense.”
Pilar came back from the cabinet with a leather bag. “Did you say something, dear Alice?”
“I said you can tease me however long you like. I can take it.”
“Is that so?”
“Indeed.”
Pilar reached his hand between her bare legs, rubbing her wetness, beginning the slow and steady rhythm again. Alice wanted to buck against him, to beg him to go faster, but she set her jaw and refused to give him the satisfaction of even a moan. But when Pilar took his hand away, Alice once again had to fight to not cry.
“Poor little Alice. How she suffers so.”
Pilar reached into his bag and took out a small, golden chain. On each end was a wooden, spring-action clothespin.
“These hurt somewhat going on,” he said. “But the real sensation begins when they are pulled off. The feeling is tripled.”
Pilar pinched some skin of her inner thigh, and clamped the clothespin down. It brought a brief pinch of hurt, but then only pressure. Alice thought, wickedly, how it would feel clamped down elsewhere on her body.
“See?” Pilar said. “Not bad at all. But when I remove it.”
He pulled off the clothespin, and the pinched bit of skin seemed to burn like she’d been struck with a wooden cane.
“Oh!” Alice cried out. It hurt, but as with the spanking, the sensation melded with the feeling in her shaven area, heightening the intensity of her longing.
“I shall clamp these onto your nipples,” Pilar said.
“No, you can’t!” Alice said.
“I can. And I will.”
Then his hand was between her legs again, rubbing and teasing. Alice clenched her jaw, watching as he brought up the clothespin, pinching the end so it opened like a tiny bird’s beak. He touched her nipple with it as she watched, helpless. Then he clamped it upon her.
Alice screamed. Not from pain. As before, somehow the heat between her thighs connected with the sensation in her breast, and a wave of pleasure hit her like a slap.
Panting now, her breath in short gasps, Alice watched as Pilar opened up the clothespin’s partner, circling it lazily around her areola as the fingers of his other hand thrust inside her with increasing speed.
“Do you want me to clamp this on your nipple?” he asked.
Alice couldn’t answer.
Pilar slowly began to withdraw his finger, until it barely touched her entrance.
“Yes!” Alice blurted out.
“Beg me.”
“Please, Pilar!”
The clothespin bit into her nipple just as he roughly entered her again, two fingers this time, going in and out with increasing speed. The pinch in her breast grew to encompass Alice’s whole body, and her eyes squeezed shut as a wave built inside her unlike anything she’d felt previously, and then “Not yet,” Pilar said, withdrawing his hand. “You aren’t ready.”
“I’m…” Alice gasped, “I’m ready.”
“I think not.”
“I really think I am.”
Pilar shook his head.
Alice wanted to scream. To cry. She was torn between wanting to strangle him, and begging him to touch her again.
“How about,” Alice said while panting, “we trade?”
Pilar narrowed his eyes. “Trade what?”
“Keep touching me, and I’ll…”
“You’ll…?”
Alice blurted out the most daring thing she could think of. “I’ll kiss you… on your private.”
Pilar laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Alice asked, the blush rising again, her hips yearning to brush against him.
“Dear Alice, when I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to deep throat my cock and swallow every last drop of my essence.”
Alice had never heard such vulgarity directed at her. As aroused as she was, the very idea was ludicrous. Just saying she would kiss him there was as outrageous as she could possibly get. There was nothing he could do to her to make her do that.
Pilar seemed to drink in the expression of disgust on her face, and reached into his bag again and held up a…
“What is that?” Alice asked.
It was shaped like Lewis’s manhood, but made of black plastic and quite a bit larger. There were also tiny bumps across the surface.
“This is one of my smaller models,” Pilar said.
“You call that small?”
“It’s about the same size as I am. I don’t have the bumps though. Open your mouth.”
Alice shook her head. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t care if you keep me here and tease me for eternity.” And secretly, part of her hoped he would. But Alice wanted no part of putting that plastic monstrosity in her mouth.
Pilar took something else out of the bag with his other hand. It was bigger, but not shaped like a body part. She recognized it from the store Sharper Image when she visited the mall. It was a back massager. An eighteen inch handle, with a soft rubber ball on the end that vibrated.
A back massage? Now? It didn’t make sense, although Alice was rather tense in the shoulder.
Without saying a word, Pilar switched on the massager — and pressed it between her legs.
Alice gasped. The feeling was so intense, so acute, it made everything that happened previously that day seem trivial.
“This is a Hitachi Wand,” Pilar said. “The most powerful massager in the world. Right now, you’re experiencing the low speed. This is the high speed.”
He pressed the switch.
The sensations doubled.
Alice feared she would pass out. The pleasure began to multiply exponentially, until her whole body was reduced to pure sensation. Alice couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. She became a complete prisoner of her own greedy desires. Just a few more seconds and she would Pilar took the wand away.
Alice screamed with a frustration so great she had no doubt they could hear it all the way back home.
“Open your mouth,” Pilar said.
Alice couldn’t take it anymore. This had to end. “Caterpillar,” she said.
“Yes? That’s me.”
“Release me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I can’t take this anymore. I-”
And then the massager was against her again. When Alice cried out, Pilar slipped the black plastic member in her mouth.
Alice gagged, trying to spit it out, to repeat the safeword. But then she lost her mind again to the vibrations.
Pilar continued to tease her. He would rub it up and down her legs, missing the most sensitive spots on purpose, driving her mad. When he did place it against her, he shut off the power. Even so, just rubbing against it was heavenly, but each time Alice got close to reaching her peak, Pilar would pull away.
Alice had no idea how long it went on. Minutes? Hours? But at some point, she resisted trying to spit out the thing in her mouth, and had begun to suck on it. Suck hard. She wanted that black thing deep in her throat, far as it could go. Alice imagined it was Lewis. Then she imagined it was Pilar. Before she knew it, Alice was concentrating so hard on the dildo she didn’t even notice Pilar was no longer teasing her. With no stimulation at all, the feeling in Alice began to build again. Her breath came faster, and as she sucked, her womanhood seemed to ignite. She was getting just as much pleasure and arousal from sucking a piece of plastic as she’d been when Pilar was touching her.
Then the terrible man began to tease her with that as well. Pulling the plastic out of her lips. Touching it to her chin and cheek. Making her strain and beg to have it in her mouth again.
“What do you want, dear Alice?” Pilar asked.
“Let me suck it, Pilar. Please.”
“It?” he asked, rubbing it against her cheek. “Or would you prefer me?”
Alice shuddered. What had seemed so abhorrent before was now all she wanted in the world.
“You. Please, Pilar. Let me take you in my mouth.”
“I think you are ready.”
Suddenly the wheel spun, and Alice was hanging upside down. Her face was inches away from Pilar’s pelvis. She whimpered as he unbuttoned his leather pants, and when he released himself he was fully erect. So big. So stiff. Alice opened her mouth, wide as she could, moaning for it. Pilar brushed the tip against her lips-its velvet softness reminded her of the mushrooms-and then eased it inside her cheeks.
At the same time, Alice felt her shaven parts suddenly filled with something long and hard. It made her scream around Pilar’s manhood, and some overloaded part of her brain recognized it as the dildo she’s just had in her mouth. Pilar worked it in and out of her, picking up speed, and she tried to match that speed with her own efforts.
Then, abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth.
“NO!” Alice screamed. Now she did begin to cry, her whole body shaking at the cruelty of it.
But the toy inside her began to move faster and harder, and then suddenly the back massager was pressed against her as well, right on her most sensitive spot. The sensation was so strong Alice screamed again, and then Pilar rammed himself back into her mouth, and the pleasure overtook her, finally pushing Alice over the edge. All the build-up, all the teasing, crescendoed in a mind-blowing, frenzied climax that went on and on and on, and just as it began to die down and Alice thought there was nothing left in her, Pilar took the Hitachi up to the higher speed, reached down, and pulled the gold chain, yanking the clothespins off her nipples.
Alice felt as if she left her body. As if she no longer existed, except as pure sensation. The orgasm locked every one of her muscles, and she cried out around Pilar’s manhood and shook and trembled and rode wave after wave until she was ragged and sweaty and completely spent.
Pilar pulled out and turned the wheel so she was once again upright.
“Pilar…” she said, out of breath, flushed, feeling more like a woman than she ever had before. “Thank you for-”
And then he was inside her, filling her, thrusting slowly. Unlike Lewis, who always seemed to be anxious to finish, Pilar took his time. Alice didn’t think she had anything left, nothing more to give. But the feeling was impossible to resist. She sighed. She shuddered. Soon she was matching his thrusts, and the wave was building again inside her. Pilar moved his hands up her body, to her breasts, her nipples, which were wonderfully sore as he rolled them between his fingers. And then he was cupping her face, his thumb at the corner of her mouth, and she began to suck it, which turned her on even more.
“I’m coming,” Pilar said, and incredibly, Alice was once again as well. His thrusts became faster and faster and then his whole body seized and he held her tight and Alice screamed until he finally put a hand over her lips and politely asked her to shut up.
Alice was exhausted. But she felt she needed to thank him for what he’d done. Maybe she could clean his house, or help harvest some mushrooms or whatever the heck he did with them.
“You’ve been very kind to me,” Alice said. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?”
Pilar laughed. “You already did, dear Alice. I enjoyed it as much as you.”
“That hardly seems possible,” Alice said, blushing.
“How many times?”
“Excuse me?”
“How many times did you come, Alice? We need to make sure we got all the potion out.”
“I… well… I guess I’m not sure. I mean, there was at least two, but it may have been more than two. It was all so intense I don’t know if it was a bunch close together, or one really long one that wouldn’t end. I don’t have any experience in this area.”
“You mean you’ve never come before?”
Alice shook her head.
“Well then, we’re going to have to take some drastic measures to be sure you no longer have any of the potion in you. Apologies, dear Alice.”
“Apologies? Heavens, what for?”
Pilar produced another length of rope from his bag. He began to wind it around the Hitachi wand.
“Pilar, what are you doing?”
Without answering, he tied the vibrator to Alice’s waist, so it hung between her legs, the soft ball pressing her swollen lips.
“We won’t bother with the teasing this time. I have some chores to do around the house. Yell for me when you get to-I don’t know-fifteen. That should be enough.”
He switched on the vibrator, instantly making Alice cry out. She squirmed and struggled against it, but there was no way to escape the sensations.
“Pilar, please… I’ll go mad.”
“You’ll do fine, Alice dear.”
Alice thrashed. “It’s too intense!”
He put the black dildo back into her mouth, and then found another, even larger, dildo in his bag. It had a thick, elastic strap on the end of it. He forced it up into Alice, filling her completely, and fastened the strap around her thigh so it stayed in place. Already the pleasure began to overpower Alice, the orgasm building rapidly.
“I’ll check on you in half an hour,” Pilar said.
A half hour? That was torture! Her eyes implored him not to go, but at the same time Alice didn’t want to spit out the dildo. The sensations were overpowering.
“Let me tell you how beautiful you look, suffering like this. I should call in the townspeople, sell tickets for them to watch.”
Alice shook her head, mentally begging him not to do that. She would never be able to handle such humiliation.
Pilar chuckled to himself, walking away as the orgasm swallowed her.