Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

began to buzz once again. But this was more intense than a vibration.
    “An Eroscillator,” the Queen said over the noise. She was holding something that looked like a gold electric toothbrush against Alice’s clit. “The tip oscillates 3600 times a second. How does it feel?”
    Alice answered with an “Uhh.” She noticed Hatta between her legs, working the Drilldo, to which he’d attached his camera. What a curious angle; one Alice wished to view.
    As if reading Alice’s mind, the widescreen TV on the opposite wall turned on, with a live feed of the proceedings. Half the screen was Haigha, panning between Alice’s vibrating nipples and her ecstatic expressions, the other half was a super-close view of Alice’s special place, the Drilldo and Eroscillator doing their work.
    This was a much bigger turn-on than the looking glass in her apartment, and Alice’s squeals reverberated back at her in stereo sound.
    “Come again Alice,” said Haigha, his camera in her face. And another image crossed the screen; his lovely erection, right next to her breasts, twitching and jerking and begging to be touched. She reached for it, grabbing his glans, and the feeling of his stiffness in her hand overloaded her senses.
    Between the whirling Drilldo and the intense Eroscillator and the vibrating nipple clamps and the images on the TV and Hatta between her legs with a camera and Haigha’s hard curve in her hand, Alice lost complete control. She screamed. She shook. She thrashed. Her body had become a slave to orgasm, and Alice felt as if she were melting and floating at the same time.
    When the White Queen removed the nipple clamps and replaced them with surgical clamps from her nearby autoclave, Alice watched with curious detachment. The first needle pierced her right nipple with a little more than a sting, and not an unpleasant one at that. When the second needle entered her, Alice cried out again, not in pain, but in pleasure, and she watched a close up on the TV as the Queen inserted a gold ring.
    The Eroscillator was removed, but the Drilldo was still doing its thing, and Alice pulled Haigha closer, aching to have him in her mouth. Her tongue shot out, licking a drop of moisture leaking from his tip, and from the corner of her eye she saw the Queen’s gloved hands holding a cotton swab between her legs, easing it between the top of her clit and the thin skin that covered it.
    “Perfect,” the Queen said. “You’re a perfect candidate. “
    “I’ll say,” said Hatta.
    “Just a quick sting, dear.”
    Alice watched, transfixed, as the Drilldo churned inside her and the White Queen used a sealed needle to put a tiny, golden barbell through her clitoral hood. There was only the quickest of pinches, and then the Drilldo was out and all three spectators were standing away from Alice, gazing at her admiringly and touching themselves vigorously.
    “My, that was erotic,” said Hatta.
    “I’d film you anytime,” said Haigha.
    “You did a great job, my dear,” said the White Queen.
    “That was it?” Alice said, still panting. “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
    The Queen nodded. “Normally, a hood piercing takes about a week to heal, and a nipple piercing about two months. But in Looking Glass Land, all healing is instantaneous.”
    “That’s amazing,” Alice said.
    “We also have the best bouillabaisse here,” said Hatta, smiling. “That might not be as dramatic as instant healing, but try to find a bowl worth eating anywhere outside of Marseilles.”
    “Also,” said Haigha, “In Looking Glass Land,
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was never cancelled. Season twenty-three was hilarious. Kramer becomes President.”
    “That Kramer,” Hatta said, slapping his thigh.
    Alice swung her feet over the side of the chair, light-headed and still tingling all over.
    “I must say, that was much better than I’d anticipated.” She stared down, looking at the lovely rings in her breasts.
    “Give them a pull,” the White Queen said, proudly.
    Alice gave each a tentative tug, and it felt like a lover nibbling on them, multiplied threefold.
    “Goodness,” she said. “That is a lovely sensation.”
    “Now stand up and take a few steps.”
    Alice did, and the bar in her hood rubbed gently against her clitoris, making her shiver.
    “Why, I can’t wear this!” Alice protested. “I’ll never be able to get anything done! How am I supposed to live my day-to-day life if I have an orgasm ever few steps I take?”
    “I’d call that