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

squeezed her eyes shut, willing her hips to stay still, fighting to keep from squirming or crying out. But try as she might, the orgasm built and built until—
    All movement ceased.
    “Seven hours and fifty six minutes left,” Gnat said. “Me? I’ll be done in about a minute. You can watch, if you like.”
    Alice’s whole being seemed to be enflamed with desire. She wanted so badly to take Gnat in her mouth, and felt awful for wanting that, but the Jabbercock was turning her into a slut without any self-control. She yearned to press against the arms next time they stimulated her, and realized Gnat’s prediction was coming true; she was becoming more and more aroused, more and more focused on an orgasm that would only be denied. But Alice was unable to focus on anything else. When she tried to take her mind off of the things being done to her, the arms returned, teasing and stroking and vibrating. The water spurt in quick, rapid bursts, hitting her right on her swollen nubbin. The dildo jack-hammered into her then retreated so quickly Alice was shattered by need.
    “Beg me,” Gnat said, the cords in his neck beginning to tighten. “Beg me, Alice.”
    Alice listened to the tormented cries of her friends. The poor White Queen, laughing while moaning. Humpty, begging to penetrate something, anything. Rose, sobbing with need. Dodgson, grunting with frustration. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, tortured by their strange love and attraction to one another. And Lewis. Poor, sweet, Lewis. Her true love, made to be ashamed of his desires because of her. The sounds they made, the pleasure they were denied simply because they were different from others, reached right down into Alice’s soul and told her what she needed to do.
    “I beg you,” she said to Gnat, her eyes welling up with need but her voice strong and sure. “Do whatever you will to me. Keep me here for days if you must. But let my friends come.”
    And then a most curious thing happened. With a terrific burst of light, a golden crown appeared on Alice’s head.
    “Why, you’ve become a queen,” Gnat said, gawking. “You’ve finally become tolerant of others and opened your mind.”
    “Let them climax, Gnat,” Alice said.
    “But, I can’t. The Red Queen says—”
    “The Red Queen says whoop-de-do,” said the Red Queen, strolling into the Hall. “So, you got yourself a crown. Big deal. I’m the ruler of Looking Glass Land. I’m the one who beat the Jabbercocky.”
    “Because you fell asleep,” Alice said.
    The Red Queen frowned. “Sex is overrated. All of you people, with your fantasies and your rutting like animals. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Our genitals were created to make babies, not to abuse. They serve a function. Using them recreationally is a waste of time.”
    “Why don’t you enjoy sex?” Alice asked. Then she yelped, “Oh my!” So much had been happening that Alice had managed to cool down a bit, and the Jabbercocky sensed that and once again penetrated and vibrated her to near climax.
    “I enjoy sex just fine,” said the Red Queen. “As a way to be intimate with my husband. But I’m not like all of you shameless, wicked heathens, who flaunt your promiscuity like it is some badge of honor.”
    “You’ve never had an orgasm, have you?” Alice asked between breaths.
    “Who cares if I haven’t?” said the Red Queen. “I wouldn’t want to look as foolish as you do, in the throes of passion. All the screaming and moaning and gyrating. It’s downright degrading.”
    “An orgasm isn’t degrading,” Alice said. “It is beautiful.” She looked at her friends, still being teased. “It is beautiful, no matter what turns you on or gets you off.”
    “Poppycock,” said the Red Queen. “We’ll see how strong willed you are seven hours from now.”
    “Perhaps you’d like to sit on my face,” Alice said to her.
    The Red Queen turned even redder. “What did you just say?”
    “If I have to, I’ll tie you up first. Then I’ll slide my tongue between your soft folds and lick you right where you’re most sensitive,” said Alice. “Slow, fat licks, as I gently ease a finger inside your wet—”
    “Shut your slutty mouth,” the Red Queen snapped.
    “And Gnat, as I devour the Queen’s sweet nectar with my lips and tongue, you shall enter me from behind. I’ll be wet and ready and yearning for your length. You’ll give me slow strokes at first, then pound into me faster and harder.”
    “I’m