“Strip.” The words startled me back to the moment and being overly conscious of Cheshire beside me. He had stepped from behind me so he could glare down at me with a smile. The expression on his face spoke of excitement.
“I’m sorry?” I said, my eyes sweeping to the others outside. He couldn’t be serious, could he?
“Alice,” he purred. “You know the rules. You know the contract you signed and I do recall it said I own you. My little pet rabbit,” he said slowly, drawing out each word for emphasis. My eyes darted to Shaheen who was smirking in entertainment for reasons I couldn’t understand.
Doubt crept in. Maybe he had been part of the scheming to get me to sign the contract. Caterpillar saw me looking at him and his face softened into a dreamy smile, his eyes holding me hostage for a moment. I felt like I couldn’t move when he looked at me. As if any little adjustment would send his attention away.
Perhaps for that reason, I slid the straps to my dress off my shoulders. Cheshire gave a pleased noise.
“See, we have a table, but no tablecloth,” he explained as my dress slid down my body. My nipples came free, hardening as the naked air touched them. I could feel all their eyes on me as the dress went down. Could feel their gazes trailing after the fabric to take in my exposed flesh as it presented itself.
The dress caught on my hips but before I could tug it down Cheshire’s hand ripped the thing off me so suddenly I gasped, losing my balance. I spread my legs to catch myself and felt the breeze on my cunt. The tea party guests were humming in approval that both delighted and embarrassed me.
“Get on the table, Alice.” I looked over at him, not really sure what he wanted from me.
“On the table?” I asked.
“Lay down on your back. Remember, you’re our tablecloth,” he said, bending down to rasp the last words. His clawed hand slid down to my ass and gripped it roughly before pulling back and slapping it hard enough to make me yelp and scuttle forward. Everyone laughed. Well, not everyone. Shaheen was staring daggers into Cheshire, his fists all tightened as if trying to control his reaction.
I climbed on the table on all fours, my breasts hanging down. I crawled across the top, towards Mad Hatter, before I laid down on my back. Her face blotted out the sky above me as she leaned over the table, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow.
What on earth she was surprised about, I had no idea. I was the one flabbergasted by what was happening—laid bare on the table for a small gathering of people to look at every little detail of me. And not any people, but the main players in the games of Wonderland.
Mad Hatter suddenly stretched her face in one of her horrible, psychotic smiles before she started to place a tea set on my body. The delicate, chipped china was hot. The bottom of the saucers were placed on my chest around my nipples. Hatter then walked around the table, setting an array of finger foods all over me—tiny cucumber sandwiches on each of my ribs, a dollop of whipped cream on my belly button, and fruit tarts on my shoulders.
I found myself sitting rigid, trying to stop the sound of the porcelain shivering. My spine straightened and I pressed my palms flat on the table. The only thing I dared to move was my eyes, looking down my body to watch as Mad Hatter stacked things on my legs—a trail of lady fingers leading up higher and higher.
She frowned at my cunt in thought.
“Aha!” She cried out, her face clearing as she suddenly took off as if she were running away. My eyes snapped to Cheshire to see if he would chase. He always chased fleeing prey but I wasn’t sure how I knew that.
Did he really want to kill her? He didn’t move, just sat near my hip, his eyes sweeping over me. He saw me watching and smiled wider.
Directly across from him was Shaheen, who sat on the other side of my hip. This meant both men were directly next to my most tender spot and we all heard the tea set start to dance as I lost a bit of my composure.
Mad Hatter came bounding back with a new tray of morsels. Cheshire looked immediately distracted. His nose began twitching and his pupils enlarged slightly. Mad Hatter crawled up on the table with a plate of off-colour scones that smelled strongly green. Cheshire’s throat bobbed as his eyes held onto the baked treat.
Hatter winked up at me with a smirk as she began to place them on my pelvis, right over my cunt. They slid between my thighs, pooling between my legs.
“Now Alice, stop being so stiff,” Cheshire said jovially, his eyes never leaving the baked goods. His hands reached out and gripped my thighs. His gaze finally moved away from the scones and went to Caterpillar across from him. Then he forced my legs apart far enough that a few of the scones fell between my legs and rested against my entrance. My nails dug into the wood of the table. The tea cups danced even more, rattling away.
Shaheen sneered at him in distaste while Mad Hatter scrambled off the table and went back to her place at the head of the table. Shaheen swallowed his irritation and replaced it with a smug smile. I felt his fingers trail up my thigh and traced my hip bone before walking up my ribs to a sandwich.
I slammed my eyes shut as I felt wetness pool between my legs with the treats. My face was hot and my breathing was so ragged that it was making the tea slosh. Scalding drops of liquid flew onto my skin making me jerk, which only caused more hot tea to splash out on me. I bit my lip and whimpered, trying not to squirm, and fighting my desire to press my thighs together because of the way my body pulsed between my legs from Shaheen’s attention.
The eyes at the table were all on me, watching me writhe and attempt to control myself. They could see everything—the line of goosebumps Shaheen’s touch left, the round red places on my skin where the tea had punished me for my lack of control, the small freckles and little scars that normally hid behind clothes. Their assessing eyes took it all in without any mercy.
The Queen of Hearts’ red lips held a smug smirk, taking joy in my embarrassment. Her eyes darted to Cheshire and, after seeing him glaring at Shaheen, she reached forward and snatched a fruit tart from my chest. Except she reached out with her other hand and pinched me roughly as well. Her eyes flashed with delight as I hissed through my teeth. Red-painted nails brushed over my irritated skin as she bit the tart in one brutal bite down the middle. It was as if she thought she needed to kill the thing before savouring it.
“The tablecloth has such lovely skin for bruising,” she said, taking another vicious bite of the tart as she flicked the place she’d just pinched. I swallowed thickly.
Mad Hatter reached forward and snatched one of the saucers on my breasts, exposing a nipple once again. Her hands shook as she brought it to her mouth, and her eyes darted around nervously. I watched upside down as she took a sip and held the liquid in her mouth. Her eyes slid to Cheshire.
“What’s wrong, Hatter?” He asked, his hand going back to my thigh and squeezing. Shaheen’s hand immediately went to the opposite thigh and squeezed too. The tea saucer and cup on me shook as I tried to stay still. March Hare burst out laughing suddenly, his all-black eyes blinking at me without expression as he watched the tea cup dance atop me.
“Delightful!” He crowed, his hands still fidgeting. Mad Hatter looked around at the table and then swallowed the gulp of tea in her mouth. She sagged in her chair as if exhausted.
“It’s poisoned,” she rasped. “I’m dead.” Cheshire snorted out a laugh and I felt his fingers inch closer to my centre.
