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into the open hollows of her armpits, scooping her heavy breasts together and kissing her nipples then her cleavage where sweat had run under their folds. Her red lips brushed across Alice’s blushing cheeks, her tongue flicking over the salt trails that streaked them. Then those cherry lips were crushed against her own, the Queen’s probing tongue forcing its way into Alice’s mouth to curl and tease about her own, then sucking it out to nip between her white teeth. The Queen’s hot sweet breath invaded her nostrils.
    When the Queen raised her head, trailing little threads of saliva between Alice’s lips and hers, there was a flush of pleasure on her cheeks. ‘You screamed most prettily, Alice,’ she said, her hungry eyes burning deep into Alice’s own tear-bright orbs. ‘Now you must beg.’
    ‘B … beg for what … Mistress?’ Alice gasped.
    ‘You know what.’
    Alice did know. Her eyes fixed on the huge dildo protruding grotesquely from the Queen’s pubic delta; so frightening yet so desirable. ‘Please … put it up me, Mistress. Screw me, fuck me! I don’t care if it hurts. I’m empty. I want it. Shove it in hard. All the way … aahh …
aaaahh
!’
    The Queen had cast aside the paddle, grasped Alice’s bobbing hips and thrust the huge dildo up into her. Her cuntmouth stretched into an ‘O’ of surprise and almost choked on the monster as it forced its way inside her slick passage. Its fat head grated past her pliant inner rib walling. Her stomach bulged to accommodate the intruder, which now felt as warm as living flesh.
    Alice cried out in delicious pain. It would burst her, split her poor suspended body in two! Then the bristling ring of prongs jabbed into her taut love lips and erect clitoris and pubic hair rubbed against her own downy growth and she realised she had taken her half of the dildo inside her. She and the Queen were coupled, their pubic lips kissing either side of the dildo’s middle ring, their juices soaking between the prongs and dripping to the floor.
    The Queen began to thrust with her hips, sucking out the shaft a little way and then pumping it back into Alice, watching the heavy fluid roll of her breasts, every helpless twitch and flutter of her slave’s eyelids, the clenching of her teeth and the drool that escaped her lips. Alice felt the shaft pulsing inside her as though it was alive. But it was no longer smooth. Somehow it was changing shape. It was masturbating her clitoris from the inside, even as the prongs tormented it from without. Her loins were heavy with burning pleasure but she was too tightly plugged to let it out!
    ‘Give yourself to me!’ her mistress cried.
    In panic and joy the orgasm exploded, saturating Alice’s body and senses. It was a release without release and seemed to last for an eternity. Alice convulsed and screamed again and again, thighs straining, knees bending as she impaled herself on the Queen’s dildo. Only when she was utterly spent did she finally hang limp as a rag from her bonds and let her consciousness slip away.
    When Alice recovered her senses she found she was uncuffed and sprawled at the foot of the torture frame. The Queen, still naked, was standing over her. She nudged Alice with her toe.
    ‘Onto your knees, girl!’ she commanded, and Alice obeyed.
    The Queen was holding her sceptre, now returned to its normal form. No, not quite, Alice realised. What had been a trefoil tip was now a slender golden figurine. Even as Alice stared in puzzlement the Queen pushed it closer for her to see.
    ‘Does it remind you of anybody?’ she asked.
    Alice peered at the figurine. It was a young woman standing very straight, chains binding her ankles and circling her waist, securing her wrists behind her back. There was a collar round her neck. She gaped at the tiny ecstatic face.
    ‘That’s me!’
    The Queen smiled. ‘Yes, Alice, it’s you. Shaped inside your body by the force of your pleasure. And now you have admitted it is so: