“It is tight, Your Honor.”
“Alice! Take Turtle in your mouth and make sure he cannot climax.”
Alice obediently dropped to her knees. She eyed Turtle’s protrusion dubiously. Though she’d never seen Lewis’s this closely, or for this long, it seemed awfully similar to her boyfriend’s. Not entirely trusting the bow, Alice slowly brought Turtle to her lips and sucked hard, cupping his balls in her hand and gently tugging them, expecting the hot spurt any second.
Turtle moaned and shook and thrashed his head back and forth in apparent ecstasy.
But he didn’t come.
“The defendant is secure,” Dick said.
“Alice, you may release him. But first, give his nipples a twist.”
Alice wasn’t sure why the Queen wanted her to do that, but with Turtle still between her lips, she raised her hands and tweaked his nipples. His whole body seemed to tremble, and he cried out as if lovesick.
This was easily the most fun trial Alice had ever been to.
She released him and took her place on a chair next to the Queen’s bench. The court reporter, Cheshire, sat nearby, with one of those tiny typewriters on the desktop in front of him. His hands weren’t poised on the keys, however, but busy in his lap.
“Very good,” said the Queen. “Now the prosecution can begin. Your opening statement?”
“Yes, your honor.” The Duchess stepped forward. A leather corset wrapped her waist, from the bottom of her naked breasts to the garters framing her woman’s mound. Stockings like Alice’s covered her legs and on her feet were a pair of leopard high heels. “Mock turtle is charged with being a greedy, selfish lover, who cares not for his partner’s needs.”
“Call your first witness,” the Queen said to the Duchess.
“I call Alice.”
Alice walked to where Dick was standing.
“I need to swear you in,” said Dick. “Put your hand on my cock, please.”
This seemed strange to Alice, but since everything was strange in Wonderland, she was getting used to going with the flow. She placed her palm on Dick’s protruding member.
His eyes rolled back a little in his head, and his hips began to thrust, rubbing his velvet head against her hand.
After a dozen strokes, Alice spoke up. “What about the swearing?”
Dick blinked. “I would never swear at you, Alice. You’re so beautiful and sweet.”
“I didn’t mean the cursing kind of swearing.”
“Okay. Now could you wrap your fingers around me a bit tighter? Maybe lick your hand first and get it nice and wet?”
Now Alice was confused. “But you’re the bailiff. Don’t you have to make me promise to tell the truth?”
“Oh, of course. But I would never swear you in on my cock. I use a bible for that.”
Alice thought that maybe she should feel put out, but she liked the feel of Dick’s cock, so she gave him a few more strokes before insisting he pull out a bible and properly swear her in. And through all of this, the queen and the lawyers and the jury and especially the court reporter watched. Although as far as Alice knew, Cheshire didn’t record a single word, since every time she looked his way, he was diligently abusing himself.
“Sit in the witness chair,” the Queen ordered and pointed to a black leather swing that hung from the ceiling on four chains.
But when Alice approached the contraption, she had no idea how to get on it. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty-”
“Your Honor,” corrected the Queen.
“Your Honor,” said Alice. “But I’m afraid I don’t understand how this works.”
“You’ve never been in a sex swing before?”
“No.”
“Baillif! Assist Alice!”
With a boost from Dick that somehow involved him touching her bottom, fondling both breasts, and administering a tender pinch to her feminine lips, Alice found herself suspended in midair. The swath of black leather supported her back and butt, and her feet were in stirrups. The only way to sit comfortably was for Alice to bend her knees and spread her legs wide, for the whole courtroom to see. Alice immediately understood why this was called a sex swing. Any man-or woman-had full access to all of Alice’s private parts, and she could be easily moved, turned, and manipulated as if she weighed nothing at all.
It turned her on something fierce.
“What do you have to say, Alice?” asked the Duchess.
There was only one thing that popped into her mind. “Those stockings and heels make your bottom and legs look spectacular.”
Alice glanced around the room, and everyone from the Queen to Pilar to the jury nodded in agreement.
“Why, thank you, dear,” said the Duchess. “I appreciate the compliment. But I’m sorry, I now have to ask you some tough questions.”
Alice braced herself as much as she could in a swing.
“You were at the beach with Mock Turtle, and he made love to you. Is that correct?”
The Duchess wasn’t kidding. That was a tough question. And Alice wasn’t sure how to answer. “Well… he…”
“Did he make love to you or not?”
“Well, he sort of tried… I guess.”
“I need a more specific answer.”
Mock Turtle gave her a pleading look. The experience with him had been outrageously unsatisfying, but Alice didn’t want the poor man to be sentenced to death for it.
“The witness will answer the question,” ordered the Queen.
“I’m sorry, but that’s the only answer I can give.”
“Then let me be more specific,” said the Duchess. “May I approach the witness?”
“By all means,” said the Queen.
The Duchess looked sympathetic. “Now some of these questions might be tough, Alice, but just do your best to answer. Okay?”
Alice nodded, not sure what would come next.
“When Mock Turtle made love to you, at any time, did he lick your pussy?”
Alice shuddered at the vulgar word. “Um, no.”
“No, what?”
“He didn’t, um, do any licking,” she said.
“He didn’t lick what?” repeated the Duchess.
Now Alice had been in Wonderland long enough to know that the Duchess wanted her to say that word. But even though Alice formed her lips and moved her tongue to pronounce it, she couldn’t get any sound to emerge.
“May I assist the witness, your honor?” The Duchess asked the Queen.
“Please do,” said the Queen, fondling her gavel.
Alice was hoping the Duchess would assist by saying the word for her, but instead she brought her face between Alice’s thighs.
“Did he do this to your pussy?” And she darted her tongue between Alice’s sensitive nether lips and swirled around Alice’s nub in the most electrifying way. It was almost too intense. But the swing prevented Alice from closing her legs, even as the Duchess continued to torment her in short, piercing stabs.
“Oh… oh… unh…”
“Is that a yes or a no?” the Queen asked.
“No,” Alice managed after the Duchess pulled away. “He certainly didn’t do that.”
“How about this?” The Duchess dipped back into Alice’s special entrance and ground her mouth against Alice, devouring the whole of her with slow, fat licks of her tongue. She went up, and down, as if Alice was a wall she was painting, and when Alice tried to buck to make her speed up, the Duchess slowed even more.
Alice couldn’t think, let alone answer. She thrust her hips against the Duchess’s mouth, and the word she was trying to say came out as an unintelligible gasp.
“Answer the question,” the Queen ordered.
“He… he… he didn’t… do… that.”
“How about this?” And the Duchess rose up between Alice’s legs, then claimed Alice’s nipples in her mouth, one at a time, kissing, licking, sucking, then slowly moved up to Alice’s lips, where she kissed her and plunged her tongue deep.
The kiss sent heat spiraling through Alice, and she could taste her own juices on the Duchess’s tongue, and for some reason that thrilled her even more. The Duchess’s nipples brushed her own, and Alice raised up her hips and the friction of the Duchess’s fishnet stockings sent her over the edge, making her climax quite audibly.