Page 9 of Alice in Chains

“Yessss . . .”

My fluids gush and the man groans in front of me. He’s fucking the girl harder and faster.

I catch glimpses of blood through the mist once again, and I blink, trying to decipher what I’m seeing.

It must be a trick of the light mixed with the red hue of the room.

His hands force her head down, pressing her cheek to the table.

There’s an almost vacant look to her eyes.

She’s so lost in pleasure.

How much longer until he releases? Or until she cums?

The wait is almost unbearable.

He gives her throat another squeeze and slaps her ass hard.

She cries out as he finally reaches his own climax.

The last few thrusts are hard and deep.

He moves the table, wood scratching against the wall in a deep rhythm that matches each slam of his hips.

When he finally pulls out of her body she doesn’t move, and I wonder if the pleasure is too much for her to handle.

I’m escorted from the room with a firm hand around my upper arm but in the background is the faint moans and groans of another man who waltzes into the Red Room as I exit.

Chasing pleasure. One crimson minute at a time.

The man leads me through that same dark hallway while his raspy voice in my ear whispers, promising untold delights.

“Welcome to Wonderland.Welcome home, Alice.”

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“Alice?”

Almost immediately I realized I was moaning as I awoke in the familiar chair. My body perspired as my eyes fluttered opened, blurry in their drugged state. Another moan is launched from my throat while my fingers roamed over my hardened clit. My pants have been yanked down, my thighs spread open, and when my eyes adjusted, I was staring into the fascinated emerald gaze that initially brought me here.

“Doctor,” I managed to grunt as I lifted my hips.

He was watching me from beyond the camera, that little red beam of light, blinking and signaling that I was being recorded.

My focus was centered on his eyes as they continued to watch me, his tongue tracing his bottom lip and I let out a low keening wail as I imagined that rough muscle gathering up my juices. My legs began to shake, and I rubbed my clit faster now, the chains rattling against the metal chair as images of being forced up against a wall while a man flogged me, crossed my thoughts.

I wanted the fantasy to behim. The good Doctor.

My orgasm was unleashed with a brutal, hard cry. My body convulsed on the chair as fluid gushed onto the seat while the chains held me captive. Flinging my head back, I knew I was dangling there for a minute with my eyes closed, my breaths ragged and raw.

Suddenly I felt hands on my calves, the warmth of their calloused flesh a complete contrast to the coldness of the room. Staring down at him, I watched as the Doctor glided his hands up and down my legs, the bulge in his pants protruding lewdly, yet, he didn’t seem to care.

His head hung low as he slipped my pants back up.

“Hips,” he whispered, completely avoiding my eyes. I lifted my hips as he ordered, the material slipping over my quivering flesh, covering my naked and exposed lower half. I was too lost in what happened to ask any questions, I simply looked at his chiseled jaw, clenched tight as he covered me up. When he took a few steps back, I realized the light was no longer blinking.

“Are we done here, Doctor?”

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