Cheshire kept me in his room for what felt like days, peeling back plastered wallpaper in my mind one layer at a time. Flashes of white rabbits ran as fast as they could away, their mouths opening in screeches of fear.
Every time I thought to leave, to stop his never-ending questions and incessant need to touch all the places of me I wished to ignore, I changed my mind. Cheshire’s torture came with so much pleasure. He truly was the devil, his tongue sinking into places that made my thoughts scatter and my mouth beg for more.
“When was the last time you were home, Alice?” He kept asking the same questions over and over. Vicious eyes stared me down as Cheshire Cat of Wonderland rutted between my legs. His wide smile never faltered, his feline eyes always sharp, teeth even sharper. A shudder of shock and delight rolled over me to have him there.
I had bite marks all over, claw marks too—imprints of his neverending desire. I wasn’t sure how he was still going. I wondered if he slept at all because I myself had fallen asleep, waking up with his mouth between my legs, feasting on my body until I cried out in ecstasy. Then he’d crawl up my body, asking me questions I didn’t want to answer as his cock slid inside me.
Over and over. I didn’t think it would ever stop. I’d lost track of time. This was no doubt his plan, to keep wearing me down until I cracked. Until I could give him the answers he needed from me. But all I wanted was to keep fucking.Damn his questions.I wanted to feel him moving inside me, his teeth pressing to my belly, and his tongue taking measured licks between my legs.
“I don’t know,” I gasped, clutching the blankets beneath me, groaning as he hit a particular spot inside me. “Oh God, not there.”
“Here?” He asked, thrusting against the same spot. “Does it hurt, Alice?” He purred, rubbing his cheek against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tightly to me.
“It feels too good. I can’t stand it,” I whispered into his ear, writhing beneath him. He growled and gripped me roughly, holding me down and hammering into the spot. My mind swirled into a mess as my body tensed. I grew dizzy, trying to take all the pleasure. I held him tighter, wrapping my legs around him now too, listening to his ragged breaths as his powerful body pumped into mine, torturing the same spot.
“When’s the last time you were home, Alice?” He growled. His tongue ran up my ear. “The last thing you remember?” The last thing I remember? My mind showed me the hazy, distant memory.
“A long time ago,” I rasped. “I followed a rabbit.” He thrust again and I groaned, my body driving itself toward another orgasm.
Cheshire used my pleasure like others used a weapon. His own orgasms almost seemed an act of torture as well because when Cheshire came, barbs expanded from his cock, sinking into me, trapping us together. They didn’t just do that though. They caused me to quake in pleasure, to open me up inside and explode in an orgasm deep within.
I moaned in anticipation, sensing he was chasing his release and any moment now I’d get that divine torture once again. He was destroying me one rough thrust at a time, one question at a time, one lick at a time. The wallpaper in my mind was peeling—long thin lines torn from my walls. Underneath, something moved, an invasive plant writhing. I didn’t want to look at the damage it had caused.
“You followed a rabbit?” He said, panting, starting to lose his words. I felt his cock spread me open, rubbing inside me. I felt his groan on my skin, almost a purr across my body. I saw the rabbit again but the memory was growing hazier, shaking in my mind. I stared at the rabbit in the woods but then it was gone, disappearing right before my eyes. But it had been there, it was real. I knew it was.
I shook my head, trying to make my thoughts settle into clarity. Why was this so confusing?
Every time I sought to answer Cheshire’s questions, panic jumped around inside me, a frightened bunny frantic and scared. Yet his body kept me pressed down and moaning, making it easier to let the thoughts melt out of me. I felt as if my entire body was melting right along with them.
“You didn’t follow a rabbit,” Cheshire said, sinking into me once again.
“I’m late,” I said. “I’m terribly late. I have to go.” The sensation of running late was sudden and strong.
“Wait a little longer, Alice,” Cheshire said in my ear, hot breath and a wet tongue. “What colour was the rabbit?” He asked. I felt things starting to crumble in my mind. I realised warm tears were pouring from my eyes. I pressed the pads of my fingers to my wet cheeks in surprise and the tears kept coming, as if some irritant was in the air, forcing them to pool out.
“What colour, Alice?” he asked, grabbing a fistful of my pale hair and pulling it to his face, inhaling its scent as he watched me with slit pupils, thrusting into me.
“White,” I said and my eyes saw not hair in his hand but an ear, a long white ear. My fingers moved from my tear-soaked cheeks to my head, feeling where the soft fur connected to my skull. I whimpered beneath him and he smiled wider.
“Good girl,” he purred. His tongue trailed over the fur on my ear and there was a soft groan in his throat as he rubbed himself inside me.
“When were you last home, Alice?” He gave one last thrust. His sharp barbs extended, sinking in, holding me against his throbbing erection as he spilled his release. I gasped, digging little claws into his shoulder. His hot groan filled my ear. I felt my body explode, open up, and quake deep inside.
“When were you last home?” His words whispered around and around in my head. There was a noise—a rattling and banging of a door that wanted to open. It held secrets behind it.
I looked over at the room’s door. My eyes stared at the doorknob and I saw its little screw eyes and big knob nose and I saw the gaping keyhole that was its mouth. It looked to be melting for a second, the mouth yawning open further, the eyes widening.
Home. I was running late. When was the last time I was home? I was so very late. I knew that. I knew I had to get home, that I was lost, been lost for a long time.
“No,” I whimpered, not liking where my mind was leading me. Cheshire licked at my cheeks, cleaning my tears as he stayed buried inside me, unable to pull out because of his vicious cock.
The rattling and banging on the door continued.
“Let me in!” The doorknob yelled. “Cheshire!” It growled. The knob twisted. Cheshire kept licking the tears from my face.
Then the door cracked at the frame, bursting open. Shaheen stood there, rage caked on his face. Cheshire languidly turned his gaze to Caterpillar.
“You'remad,” Shaheen hissed.
