Eventually, gravity settled down (as did her stomach) and she was once more right side up, positioned before the portal.
‘I wonder where I am now,’ she mused as she gazed across the lake, recalling the earlier glimpses of enormous flora and fauna from the prison cell. Upon the distant shore stood a strange looking village made up of curiously shaped towers and buildings, walls and bridges, all painted in a cacophony of garishly bright colors. It looked like a child had taken building blocks and stacked them willy-nilly with no regard for form or function.
“It looks quite odd from here although I suppose, after all I have seen and been through, odd is quite normal. Perhaps I am quite odd for being normal. Or perhaps, I am not as normal as I thought. Oh, dear. If I keep this up I shall have to sit down for all this thinking is making my head spin.”
Before she could do just that, the door burst open, revealing He Ladyship Captain Honeyglass in all her glory (for she hadn’t bothered to dress when she had left in such a hurry) with a huge grin upon her face.
“We have arrived!” she announced jovially. “Welcome to Wonderland, Alice!”
‘Wonderland. What a fitting name for such a strange place,’ she thought, furrowing her brow. ‘Why does that name sound so familiar? Perhaps a story I read as a child?’
Before she could dwell upon it more, the captain had hold of her and was pinning her to the wall of her quarters, her erect prick (Alice was beginning to wonder if it was ever unerect, although she was unsure if ‘unerect’ was a proper word or not. ‘I really should have paid more attention in class,’ she chided herself, blushing as she recalled why her mind had often drifted. If she was to be completely honest with herself, which she always was – after all, she would be very disappointed in herself if she discovered she was being lied to – she’d spent much more time in class daydreaming of being captured and ravished by pirates and brigands) pressing against her apron.
‘Although, I have to admit, I now know that my daydreams were rather tame!’ She felt herself blushing hard as she recalled her recent experiences. Nor did the proximity of Her Ladyship’s enormous prick help matters muchly!
“We’ve business here and supplies to gather. I’ve told the men to set anchor. I thought that, perhaps, you would like to go ashore and see the sites. Of course you will have a chaperone with you. For your own good, or course.”
“Of course,” Alice agreed.
“And I shall give you a small purse in case something pretty catches your eye.”
Alice was only half paying attention to the captain’s words, however, seeing as how her prick had somehow worked its way beneath her apron and was now pressing directly upon her flesh, the cockshead resting between her small breasts.
“That would be quite generous of you,” she managed, panting softly as warmth began to seep into her core and between her thighs, making it quite hard to form coherent thoughts.
“Perhaps something fetching for you to wear for me?” She winked at Alice whist stroking her hair fondly.
“Perhaps,” Alice murmured, her legs feeling like they were turning to jelly, wondering if her ladyship’s cock would find it’s way into her drawers once more or simply continue to tease her unmercifully. It seemed, however, that she had other plans for her captive, for in truths, she still considered Alice her prisoner, gently pushing Alice to her knees.
“Such a generous offer,” she cooed, pressing her engorged prick against Alice’s cheek. “I imagine you wish to thank me for it.”
Alice nodded shyly, tilting her head so that she could gaze up at captain, understanding what was expected of her. ‘After all, I am her whore. At least for now,’ she told herself. ‘And whores are expected to act indecently.’
And so she did, taking the captain’s cock and guiding it to her mouth where she planted the smallest of kisses upon it.
“Thank you, your Ladyship,” she breathed, planting a second kiss upon the smooth and swollen head, this one much less chaste. A third was quite wet and a bit sloppy, a fourth even sloppier, and then, for the second time in her life, Alice found herself with a cock in her mouth.
“Good girl,” the captain praised, her hand resting upon the crown of her head, fingers clenching and unclenching as she fed the young woman more and more of her cock. As for Alice, she sputtered quietly, her face turning quite red as she struggled to take it in, her tongue sliding along its length, her saliva slipping from the corners of her mouth in a very unladylike fashion and dripping onto her small, but perky, breasts.
“Play with yourself, Alice. It will make it easier.”
And so she did, spreading her knees as she knelt upon the carpeting so that she could easily slip one gloved hand into her white lace knickers and pleasure herself while Captain Honeyglass pushed herself further into her willing, if inexperienced, mouth.
“You have an amazing mouth.”
Alice did her best to thank the captain, an almost impossible feat, seeing as her mouth was quite full!
“Oh, that felt good. What ever it is you did, do so again.”
Her grip grew firm upon Alice’s head as she once more, attempted to say ‘thank you’ even as she began furiously rubbing her swollen button, her hungry moans muffled.
“I am going to spew in your mouth, my lovely little whore, and fill your bell-ee-ee-oh!”
Alice’s mouth was suddenly flooded. She did her best to swallow the captain’s warm salty seed, gulping as best she could as Her Ladyship continued to pump her seed into her mouth whilst moaning and groaning. There seemed to be no end to her fluids and Alice began to despair for she found herself unable to breath for far longer than was comfortable.
She did her best to alert Honeyglass of her need, but then, a most glorious thing happened. A climax tore through her like a tempest. Had she been able to, she would have howled, so furious were the waves of ecstasy that crashed into her and swept her away until the entire world seemingly disappeared and only the pleasure burning within her spasming pussy remained.
How long it lasted, she could not have said. Much like her other episodes, it left her a quivering mass of jam. Spent and incoherent she collapsed against the captain’s legs, holding on as if for dear life until she could no more and slid to the floor where she remained for some time, unable to do other than whimper softly.
“You are a delight and a treasure.”
She was barely aware of being lifted and set upon the bed and then gently undressed.
“We shall have to clean you up somewhat, I fear. I’ll have it seen to. For now, rest.”
Alice felt lips brushing hers quite tenderly and then she was left alone to recover, her thoughts slowly returning to her, a vague memory of the phrase ‘la petite mort’ – the little death – coming to her from a book she had read. A French book – those were always the most scandalous and the most coveted. She’d collected a small collection which she kept hidden from discovery in her bedroom.
‘Oh, if only I’d been born in Paris,’ she mused, for somehow, being a French whore sounded much more exotic than being an English whore. She’d always considered English whores to be a bit common, after all.