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

delightful way.
    Then it began.
    The thrusting was gentle, sensual, at first. Already aroused, it made Alice sigh with pleasure, and she could already feel the first inklings of an orgasm dwelling deep within her.
    The strokes became deeper, and faster. Two other arms extended and gently tugged her nipple rings, sending a shiver through Alice’s body.
    It wasn’t terrible at all. In fact, it was just what she needed.
    Suddenly, faster than any human being ever could, the Jabbercock began to pound into Alice with alarming speed. It was not only unexpected, it was unlike anything Alice had ever known. She went from an arousal level of five immediately up to an eight, and as she cried out her voice sounded like a yodel, the tremors in Alice’s body extending all the way to her voice.
    Then, abruptly, all motion stopped.
    The abrupt change from near climax to no stimulation at all was jarring. Alice’s face was already glistening with perspiration, and she was wetter than she’d ever been. She tried, in vain, to move her hips closer to the dildo, which was only centimeters away, but it retreated an equal distance back.
    Her nipple rings were gently stroked, making Alice gasp. But the dildo didn’t return.
    “It’s okay,” Alice said to herself. “I can handle it.”
    She took in a deep breath and let it out slow, trying to ignore the nipple tugging. Then the Jabbercocky extended another arm, this one with a Hitachi wand on it. The Hitachi was a back massager with a large, spongy rubber head, capable of extremely intense vibrations. Alice watched, transfixed, as it lowered to her nether lips and pressed against her.
    Alice sighed at the contact. When it turned on, she screamed.
    It was too powerful. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost pain. But it wasn’t pain. It was exquisite, overbearing stimulation to her most sensitive part, and once again Alice rocketed toward a climax—
    —that didn’t happen. Just as she came close, the arm retracted, leaving Alice out of breath and dizzy.
    “Only seven hours and fifty-eight minutes to go,” Gnat said, smiling down at her.
    Before Alice was able to brace herself, both the Hitachi and the dildo ravaged her, and between the buzzing and the thrusting Alice felt ready to burst.
    Then it stopped.
    “Right now, it’s simply frustrating,” Gnat told her. “But soon, all you’ll be able to think about is when the Jabbercock’s arms will return. The more you think about it, the more aroused you’ll become. The more aroused you become, the longer you’ll have to wait. Your body will turn against you, and you’ll become a mindless, begging slave to your own needs.”
    “I will not beg,” Alice said.
    Gnat smiled. “They all beg.”
    The Jabbercock’s dildo extended again, slowly entering Alice. She ground her teeth, trying not to react, trying to ignore the grunting and screaming and pleading from all around her. Gnat removed his gauntlet, and his codpiece, and he touched himself as the Jabbercock began a slow and easy thrust.
    “You’re so beautiful right now Alice,” Gnat said. “This is so exciting. And I can see how aroused you are.”
    Alice didn’t want to look at him. She really didn’t like Gnat very much at that moment, and didn’t want to see his member so close, or hear his dirty talk, because it only turned her on even more.
    “Do you want the Jabbercock to go faster, Alice?” Gnat asked, furiously abusing himself. “Beg me, and I’ll increase the speed.”
    Alice set her jaw.
    “No?” Gnat said.
    The Hitachi descended, giving Alice a quick, two second jolt of intense vibrations, provoking a desperate whimper from her. She was so close to coming. If only the dildo went just the slightest bit faster…
    “Beg for it, Alice. Beg for the speed to increase.”
    “No,” Alice said through her teeth. “Never.”
    Gnat pressed another button, and more robotic arms surrounded Alice. A tiny plug went into her bottom and vibrated, illuminating all of her tender nerve endings there. Besides the dildo and the Hitachi, a stream of warm water spurted on Alice’s genitals, exactly like the spray from her handheld shower massager, which she used to delightful results even more often than her rabbit vibe. The tiny fingers holding her nipples began to vibrate, and Gnat held his aroused manhood inches away from her mouth as he pumped away.
    The sensations overwhelmed Alice. Try as she might to not react, it was simply too much to bear. She