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Sally in Wonderland - Part 1 (Mf, Ff, ff, ped, nc,
anal, fant, humor) by The White Rabbit & De Have
***
Author's note: It goes without saying that this story
is a complete fantasy, and should be read as such. The
authors do not condone the actions describe, or any
abuse of children.
***
Ten-year-old Sally was skipping down the over-grown
nature path. People had complained about the lack of
maintenance, and the village council had promised to
look into it. With winter coming, though, it was
decided to wait until next spring.
Sally knew she was not supposed to leave the house, but
an hour after her mother left the house, Sally felt
great. Her mother had called the school and told the
secretary that her daughter was coming down with a sore
throat. With no father, and a mother who didn't value
education, Sally could stay home almost anytime she
wished.
Sally's brown pigtails bounced in time with her
skipping as she enjoyed the morning. Then she went down
a slope and across a stream, and as she paused on the
broken-down footbridge, she saw a man in a gray suit
about fifty feet up the stream. But strangely, the man
was wearing an old white hat with rabbit ears!
The man smiled and waved, and Sally turned back to see
if someone was behind her. There was no one around, so
Sally turned back and waved. I should talk to
strangers, Sally thought, and as she did, the strange
tingling feeling she sometimes felt between her legs
returned.
As Sally stood there staring at the strange man, she
was almost ready to continue on her way, when the man
moved a large piece of nearby brush and revealed a
round wooden door in the hillside. Without speaking,
the man pointed to the door, then turned and opened it,
stepping inside and waving for Sally to follow.
Cautiously, Sally came closer, and saw the strange man
standing in the doorway. "Do you want to come in for
tea?" he asked.
Sally thought for a moment. "I don't drink tea," she
said after a while, more to gain time than anything.
"Doesn't matter," he told her cheerily. "I've got every
drink you've ever heard of, and probably a few you
haven't. Not to mention cakes."
"Well..." Sally was very tempted, not only by the
cakes, but also by curiosity. But she knew the rules,
too. "I'm not supposed to go anywhere with strangers,"
she said.
The man struck his brow, with an exaggerated gesture.
"What am I thinking of?" he demanded of himself. Then,
with a low bow, "Mr. Orlando Whyte at your service. My
friends call me Bunny." And, grabbing Sally by the
hand, he shook it energetically. "And whom do I have
the honour of addressing?"
"Erm... Sally." She wasn't sure about this; but it
would be rude to say nothing. "Sally Amanda Liddell,
um... at your service."
The man called Bunny clapped his hands and giggled.
"Sally-Mandy," he exclaimed. "A fiery name for such a
sweet child. Well, now we're introduced, I'm not a
stranger, am I? So you won't be breaking any rules by
coming inside."
Sally thought for a moment. She was fairly sure that
this wasn't how it was supposed to work; but she
couldn't actually find anything wrong with what he
said. "Well, all right. Just few a few minutes."
Mr. Whyte stood to one side, allowing her to enter,
then shut the door behind her. At once, even before
she'd had time to take in her surroundings, Sally
noticed two things. Firstly, the door she had just come
through had disappeared without trace. Secondly, so had
the clothes she'd been wearing. Sally was stark naked.
Then, as she looked back at the man, she jumped back.
He was sitting on a chair completely naked except for
his white rabbit-ear hat. 'This is my magic wand,' the
man said, pointing to his erect penis. 'If you suck on
it, the door will open.' Sally just stood there, her
mouth open in amazement. 'That's a good start,' the man
said, 'but pull your lips over your teeth. Then come
over and kneel in front of me.'
Sally thought about what Mr. Whyte was proposing. She'd
never heard of a magic wand you had to suck before.
Come to think of it, the thick rod that stuck straight
up from between his legs didn't actually look like any
magic wand she'd ever heard of. But she wanted to make
the door open again. Anyway, although she didn't
understand why, the sight of the strange man's wand,
and especially the thought of sucking it, made the
tingling between her legs even stronger.
"All right," she said at last. "What should I do?"
"Well," he replied, "you'll notice that your mouth and
my magic wand are at different levels. So either you
can kneel down, which is usual; or I could float up.
Like this." And he floated a couple of feet up into the
air, till the tip of the wand was exactly level with
Sally's sweet little mouth. Which, as you can imagine,
was now wide open.
As Mr. Whyte floated into position, Sally's mouth was
open in amazement. "Be careful to cover your teeth,"
Mr. Whyte said, moving his magic wand right to Sally's
lips, "and remember that it doesn't count unless it
goes all the way in."
"But, it's too-" Sally's objection was cut off when the
head of the magic wand entered her mouth. The big
rubbery head tasted a little salty, and it was very
hot.
"Remember, all the way," said Mr. Whyte, still floating
in the air.
"Ahhhh," Sally tried to speak but the wand continued to
go into her mouth. It was strange how, when it reached
the back of her throat, it didn't choke her, as such a
thing surely would in the outside world. Instead, the
wand, which was both very hard and a little bit soft,
went right into Sally's throat. Down and down it went
until Mr. Whyte public mound was pressing against
Sally's upper lip, and his balls were literally hanging
from her pretty chin. Then Mr. Whyte began to move back
and forth, but even though he moved out a long ways,
the head of his magic wand never left Sally's throat.
"Sally, Sally," came Mr. Whyte's distant voice, "get
ready to swallow. I'm going to fill your tummy with
cream. You'll feel my magic wand throbbing, but just
keep swallowing."
After sucking on Mr. Whyte's magic wand, Sally stared
wide-eyed at the man, who was only wearing a white hat
with rabbit ears. He was naked except for his hat, and
his penis hung down long between his legs. "Did you pee
down my throat?" Sally asked suspiciously, and oh so
innocently.
"No, Sally, of course not," the man replied with a
smile.
"But I could feel something squirting-shooting down my
throat."
"Yes, but that was cream out of my magic wand."
"Well," said Sally in that high and mighty way that
young girls can affect, "it was very nasty because your
magic wand looks like a, a," Sally hesitated. "A boy's
thing."
"You mean a pee-pee?" the man asked.
"Yes, but it was too big for a real pee-pee," she said.
"Not for a man's pee-pee."
"But why was it so long and hard?"
"Because," the man said with a smile.
"Because why?"
"Because it feels good when its hard, and when I saw
you naked, it made it hard."
"I think that's nasty," Sally said. "I'm not supposed
to talk about nasty things."
"Then why are you standing there showing me your naked
pussy?"
"Oh!" Sally gasped, putting her hands in front of her
crotch. Strangely, after the wand had been removed from
her mouth, Sally had forgotten that she was naked.
"So, it's your fault my wand got big and hard. If you
hadn't been naked, I wouldn't have wanted to put it in
your mouth."
"Yes," Sally said slowly, "but my clothes just came off
when I walked into this room. And where is the door?
You said that if I sucked on your magic wand, the door
would appear again."
"And it did," the man said, pointing. "Look behind
you." Sally turned and saw the door, and forgetting her
nakedness, she walked over and opened it. Outside, it
was the same place where she had followed the man. It
was the same cloudy day she had stayed home "sick" from
school. It was the same deserted nature preserve.
Turning, Sally stuck her tongue out at the man and ran
from the strange room.
"Help!" Sally screamed as the outside world vanished,
and she found herself in another room. Sitting on a
chair in the corner was Mr. Whyte. He was naked and his
wand was big again. With a big pout on her face, Sally
backed up against the wall. "You said if I sucked on
your magic wand, the door would appear."
"Yes, and it did."
"But, it didn't go outside."
"But you didn't ask me to go outside. You only asked
for a door to appear."
"You tricked me."
"No, I just gave you exactly what you asked for," the
man said with a big smile. "Besides, you're still
naked, and you wouldn't want to go into the outside
world all naked would you?"
"No, of course, not," Sally said, offended. "But I want
to go back with my clothes on, and right this instant."
"Ah, but you stuck your tongue out at me."
"I'm, I'm sorry," Sally stammered, and suddenly
remembered she was naked again. She put her hands over
her swollen hairless pussy. Why, she thought, do I keep
forgetting that I'm naked? Such a strange place.
"Not good enough," the man said. "To get out now,
you'll have to let me put my magic wand in your bottom
hole."
"Now that is nasty!" Sally said, stamping her foot.
"Yes, but if you want to leave, you'll have to let my
wand go up your bumhole."
"It will hurt," Sally sulked.
"No, did it hurt to have my wand down your throat?"
"No," she said, cautiously.
"And you could still breathe just fine?"
"Yes, this place is strange. I should have been choking
to death."
"Yes, and the same thing will happen when I cornhole
you."
"That's a nasty word."
"Look, I'm putting a lot of cream on my magic wand,"
the man said, scooping up some cream from a jar that
appeared out the air.
"That is the most nasty thing I ever heard of," Sally
said again. "That wand is far too big and it would get
all, all, messy," she added, searching for the right
word.
"Oh, no," Mr. Whyte replied, "you'll be wonderfully
clean. Look," he said, snapping his fingers. Suddenly a
faucet appeared in the air-just the tap, no sink,
nothing else. Forgetting her nakedness, Sally just
stood and watched the tap handle slowly turn, and sure
enough, water began to run from the faucet. The water
fell two feet and then disappeared into the air before
it hit the floor.
"What!" Sally cried, leaping away as she looked down
and saw a red snake by her foot. "A snake, a snake!"
she shouted at Mr.. Whyte.
"No," said Mr.. Whyte with a total lack of concern.
"That's just a enema hose. Look again."
"A what hose?" Sally said, realizing that the snake-
like thing was just a thick red hose, even though it
was moving toward her leg like a living snake.
"Oh, I forgot the bag," Mr. Whyte said, snapping his
fingers again. Suddenly at the end of the hose, there
was a bulging red hot water bottle, and as Sally
watched the bag form out of the air, the bag rose up
level with her chest. "You've seen one of those,
haven't you, Sally?"
"No, I haven't," Sally replied in moral indignation,
"and tell that hose to get away from me."
"I can't," Mr. Whyte, said, stroking her stiff penis.
"A full enema bag always has to be drained into a young
girl's bottom. That's the rules. It's the decree of the
Queen of Hearts, in fact. Yes, a decree!"
Sally began hitting at the hose that was now wrapping
itself around her right leg. "Stop it, you nasty thing.
Down, down," she said, then hit at the bag that was
floating in mid-air. The bag just moved back to where
it was like an big over-friendly dog. Then to Sally's
astonishment, a smiling face appeared on the bloated
red bag. "It's easier if you get on your hands and
knees with your bottom up," the face said, "but on the
other hand, it is not as much fun."
"Now, stop this right now," Sally said, trying to push
down the hose that was now up to her knee and still
slowly winding its way up. "Tell him to stop," Sally
said, moving over to the wall.
"I can't, remember the decree!" said Mr. Whyte.
Suddenly on the wall behind Sally, there appeared a
shiny silver ladder, and naturally to get away, Sally
turned and began to climb the ladder. She only climbed
three rungs, though, before she hands suddenly froze to
the ladder. She couldn't move her hands, and the hose
was still coming up her leg. "Don't worry," the face in
the bag said. "Kiss it and it will be gentle." The head
of the hose paused at Sally's pretty bottom cheeks,
then continued up her body until it was a face level.
"Go on, kiss the tip of the my hose," the face in the
bag said.
"It looks like the end of Mr. Whyte's magic wand,"
Sally said, moving her head away.
"Yes, it does," the bag said. "In fact, everything here
in Wonderland looks like a magic wand or a hole to put
it in. Wait and you'll see. But go on and kiss it."
Realizing the escape was hopeless, Sally kissed the
cock-headed tip of the thick hose. It had a hole in it
just like an erect penis would have. "Now, don't worry,
you'll be lubricated plenty," the bag face said, and as
he spoke, white cream began to run out of the cock
head. The cream continued until the hose was shiny with
cream.
Then the hose was loosened its grip around Sally's
naked body and moved like a snake down her belly,
pausing at her hairless deep-lipped pussy.
"Help!" Sally yelped as she felt the hose go under and
find her rosebud of an anus. "Help, Mr. Whyte. It's,
it's going in."
"Yes, it is," Mr. Whyte said, moving through the air
from the side of the room so he could watch. "Relax and
let the hose go into your bottom." Mr. Whyte smiled as
the cock-headed hose slowly made some progress. First,
a half-inch, and then another half inch. "Oh, oh, oh,
too big," Sally said, her hands still stuck to the
rungs of the ladder, as she looked back at Mr. Whyte
with a big pout on her face. "No, just right," the
smiling face on the bag said.
"Ah," Sally yelped, 'it's inside me. It's, it's, it's
moving," she managed to say.
"Yes," the bagman said, "and in a minute, I'll have the
pleasure of releasing all this water.
"Now what?" Sally protested as the tap floated closer.
"Now this," Mr. Whyte said, and as he spoke the tap,
which had been turned off, slowly came on again.
"AH, my tummy, my tummy!" Sally yelped. "Water's
running in my tummy!"
"Yes, that's your enema water," Mr. Whyte said calmly.
"Now take it like a good little girl." The bag was
still level with Sally's bare chest. "If you want to
get down from the ladder, you can."
"But my hands," Sally said, and as she spoke, she was
able to move her hands. Just as quickly, Sally climbed
down the three rungs on the ladder and began pulling on
the hose, trying to pull it out of her big bottom.
Failing at that, she started walk, moving fast around
and around the room, trying to get away from the enema
bag that followed her and was still draining its water
into her tummy.
"This is fun," said the bag as Sally paused.
"No it's not," Sally protested. "My tummy is starting
to hurt."
"Yes, us or we, I should say, ah-us or we, we enemas
tend to do that to young girls. But, it's only
temporary discomfort."
"But, I'm filling up, my tummy, my tummy," Sally
whimpered, holding her now distended tummy.
"Get down on your hands and knees like Mr. Whyte told
you," the bag said, "it will be easier, and I'll be
able to concentrate on emptying myself. Oh, that feels
good!" the bag said. Sally really didn't have any
choice. Her tummy was now very very uncomfortable, and
so she knelt down with her pretty bottom way up in the
air. "See, that's better," the bag said.
"A little," Sally whimpered, looking back over her
shoulder at the bag that was now right at her shoulder.
"I'll stop the water for a minute, if you're nice," the
bag said.
"Oh, please, please do! I'm positively bursting," Sally
cried. "Ahhhhh," she sighed in relief as the pressure
immediately decreased.
"See, that's better, isn't it?" the face on the bag
said.
"Yes, but please take the hose out so I can use the
facilities," Sally said.
"Yes, but first I've got to drain all my water. It's a
decree, and besides it feels to good to stop now."
"Oh, it's running again," Sally cried out.
"AHHHHH, yes," the bag face said, "yes, yes, yes." When
the bag was finally flat, the hose slowly slipped out
of Sally's pretty bottom hole. "Hold your cheeks
tightly," the bag face had said.
Holding her tummy with both hands, Sally stood up.
"Where is the bathroom?" she asked Mr. Whyte.
"Down that hall," he said, pointing to a very long hall
that had suddenly appeared in the opposite wall. "You'd
better hurry, though, and shower after, or you won't be
able to leave."
"Okay!" said Sally, hurrying off down the hall. She
made it to the bathroom just in time, and when she was
finished, she took a shower and wrapped a big beach
towel around her. There were no clothes in the
bathroom. "What?" Sally cried as she left the bathroom.
The towel suddenly began to shrink! In minutes it was
the side of deck of cards. Sally looked down at the top
card, and it was the Queen of Hearts. She was smiling
up at Sally. "That's a good enema girl," the queen
said. "Now go back and bend over the table, so Mr.
Whyte can put his wand into your bottom. Go on, he's
waiting."
Realizing she had no choice, Sally walked slowly back
to the room where Mr. Whyte was waiting, very aware of
her nakedness. She felt no excitement, now, only
embarrassment, as she tried vainly to keep one hand
covering her pussy, the other covering her bumhole.
"That's much better," he said when she entered. "A nice
clean girl with a nice clean bumhole, for me to stick
my magic wand up."
"It's not a magic wand," said Sally sulkily, pouting.
"It's just a great big pee-pee. A willy. A tool," she
added defiantly, feeling incredibly daring. She'd heard
that once, and was fairly sure it referred to boy's
thing. Certainly, it was the strongest word she could
think of for it.
"It's all of those," said Mr. Whyte calmly, "but it's
also a magic wand.
Now, bend over this table."
"Which table?" Sally asked, looking around.
"I'm here," said a little voice; and Sally saw a wooden
table bustling busily up to her. "I can adjust my
height, if this isn't convenient. I'm here to serve."
"Um... no, you're fine as you are," said Sally, unsure
of the proper way to speak to a table. "It's just..."
"Come along," said Mr. Whyte impatiently, "there's no
time to stand around chatting. Bend over, and let me
get at your nice clean hole."
Before she realized what she was doing, Sally found
herself bending over the table. Mr. Whyte came to stand
behind her, and held her by the hips, lifting her so
that she was lying on the surface, her legs hanging
down. "Perfect," he said.
"I think so too," the table put in. "In this position,
I've got a perfect view of her cute little hairless
pussy."
"It's... it's not going to hurt, is it?" Sally asked
nervously. "I didn't like having the eny... ena...
thing up my bum."
"Of course it won't hurt," said Mr. Whyte, position the
tip of his wand between her cheeks. "It's magic,
remember." And he pushed. Sally gave a yelp, more of
surprise than pain, as it stretched open the little
puckered flower of her bumhole and popped inside.
He was right, Sally decided, as she felt more and more
of it slipping inside her, it felt awkward and
uncomfortable, and her bum passage burned a little;
but, compared with the pain of all that water in her
tummy, it really wasn't hurting her. As she felt it go
further and further in, she wondered whether it was
going to reach all the way to her stomach.
"If I had one magic wand up my bumhole," she said
aloud, although she was speaking to herself, "and
another down my throat, maybe they'd meet somewhere in
the middle. I wonder what would happen then."
"Maybe you ought to find out," suggested the table. But
Mr. Whyte didn't speak. He'd got his wand all the way
in, till the little sacks that hung under it were
pressed against her bum-cheeks; then he started moving
it in and out, as he had in her mouth. "More cream
coming," he said at last; and Sally could feel his wand
throbbing. Then her tummy was being filled up again;
but there wasn't anything like as much of the cream as
there was of the water, and it didn't give her a tummy-
ache.
Then Mr. Whyte took his wand out, and gave Sally's bum
a gentle pat.
There's a good girl," he said. "We've opened the door
again."
Sally looked cautiously, and saw again the door that
seemed to lead back to the path outside. But she was
more skeptical, this time, so wasn't too upset when, as
before, she found herself somewhere totally different.
This was a garden; but the flowers in it were very
strange. For one thing, they were all very big, as big
as she was. Some were tall, thin stems, others had
spreading petals, with an opening in the middle. As she
wandered among them, a thought struck her. The tall
thin plants reminded her a lot of Mr. Whyte's magic
wand, while the ones with the openings reminded her of
her own pussy; and she remembered what the bag had told
her, how everything here would look like one or the
other.
When she was almost on the other side of the garden,
Sally came round a particularly big flower and found
Mr. Whyte, leaning against one of the pussy-flowers and
tickling it. The flower was giggling. "There's lots
here to have fun with," he said when he saw her. "Why
don't you play with one of the wand-flowers?"
"I don't think so," said Sally in her primmest voice.
"Mr. Whyte," she said, putting her hands on her hips,
"your magic wand's still big and hard. Isn't it
satisfied yet?"
"Of course not," said Mr. Whyte cheerfully. "Your
pussy's still naked, after all. Anyway, I'm called
Bunny; and you know what bunnies are famous for, don't
you?"
"Umm... eating carrots?" Sally suggested, not having a
clue what he was talking about.
"Needing to put their wands in holes all the time," he
said. And, without further ado, he put his own into the
opening in the middle of the flower. The flower giggled
again, and closed its petals tightly around the big
things.
"This is just silly," said Sally sternly. "I'm going
now. Goodbye." And, with her nose in the air and a
pout, she walked to the far side of the garden.
When she got to the far side of the garden, she turned
to see whether Mr. Whyte was still in view; and that
was when she realized that the strange flowers had
vanished, and she was in another room. But this was a
big room: perhaps as big as the school gym. At one end,
a beautiful lady was sitting on a big chair. She was
like no-one Sally had ever seen before. Black hair hung
down all around her and over the chair; but her face
was pure white, apart from black eye-makeup and very
red lips. She was dressed from head to foot in shining
black leather: all except, Sally noticed in surprise,
where it was cut away to let her titties come through.
She had very big titties, Sally noticed: almost as big
as Mrs. Green's at school were, except they didn't sag
or flop at all. They pointed straight out through the
two holes in the leather; and Sally could see how big
and stiff the lady's nipples were.
Almost the entire length of the room was a row of naked
little girls. Most were about her age, although some
looked more like eleven or twelve, and a few were a bit
younger. One of the girls was laid across the lady's
lap, her bottom sticking up; and the lady was
repeatedly thrashing her with a heavy-looking paddle.
The girl was screaming and crying; and Sally was just
looking for a way to leave, before anyone noticed her,
when the victim's punishment ended. The girl knelt up
and gave the lady a long, sloppy kiss; then she jumped
down and skipped back up to the end of the queue,
giggling and humming a happy tune. The girl at the head
of the line rushed eagerly to take her place, and began
screaming and crying as soon as the paddle got to work
on her little bottom.
The girl who'd just been released looked at Sally, as
she came to the end of the line. "No pushing in," she
said. "You've got to wait your turn."
"But I don't want a turn," Sally protested. But the
girl just laughed, took her hand and led her to join
the queue. Looking at the waiting children, Sally
realized that they all seemed eager to have a turn of
being spanked. They were giggling and playing; and some
were rubbing each other's crotches, like Sally
sometimes played with her own, when she was sure no one
could see. That had always felt good; and it looked as
though this was feeling equally good to the girls.
"Lets play with each other's pussies," her companion
suggested cheerfully. "It'll pass the time till the
next spanking; and yours is very pretty. So is your
bum."
"Oh, thank you, so is yours," said Sally, just being
automatically polite. Then she looked at the girl, who
seemed to be her own age, and realized that she was
very, very pretty, with golden ringlets, rosy cheeks, a
bottom that stuck out a long way and really cute little
pussy-lips between her legs. Sally felt her own pussy
tingling at the thought of playing with such a pretty
crotch.
The other girl started kissing her and cuddling her and
rubbing her pussy in just the way she did it herself;
so she did the same in return. It was odd because,
although she was rubbing and being rubbed, they weren't
exactly the same, as she was used to. But it made the
tingling get more and more, until it wasn't a tingling
any more, but a kind of wet, sucking feeling that was
making her squirm about, like when she had all the
water in her tummy, except that this was a nice
feeling...
"Sally, it's your turn now," said a voice from very
close-by. Looking up, she realized that she was at the
front of the queue, although she didn't remember
getting there. The lady was beckoning with the paddle.
Sally walked slowly towards her. "You look a bit like
the Queen of Hearts," she said after a moment. Then she
wondered why she'd said that, as the lady looked
nothing like the Queen.
"Of course I do," she said cheerfully, "I'm her sister.
The Queen of Tarts."
"Oh." Sally thought about that. "If you're Queen of
Tarts," she suggested, "do you make some hearts?"
"No," the Queen said, giggling, "I just make little
girls' bottoms sore. Speaking of which, jump up here,
and you can have your thrashing."
"Umm... I don't really mind missing my turn," Sally
said hesitantly. "The other girls seem to like it,
so..."
"Nonsense," the Queen told her briskly, "all little
girls have to be thrashed regularly. Rule number five
hundred and eighty-three. It's the oldest rule in the
book."
"In that case," said Sally, feeling that this was all
somehow familiar, "why isn't it rule number one?"
"And little girls who give smart answers," the Queen
went on tartly, "have to be thrashed twice as much. Now
get up here quickly."
Realizing that she had no choice, Sally climbed up on
the Queen's lap and lay facedown, sticking her little
bottom up in the air. "Will it hurt?" she asked
nervously.
"Of course not," said the Queen, and brought the paddle
down hard on her cheeks. Sally screamed involuntarily,
as it seemed as though her bum was on fire, as if red-
hot needles were being pushed right through her. As the
Queen spanked her again and again, Sally bucked and
writhed and screamed, and tears started to pour out of
her eyes.
Then, suddenly, it was over, and Sally pulled herself
up to kneel on the Queen's lap. "I thought you said
that wasn't going to hurt," she said sulkily, her lips
in the biggest pout imaginable.
"Oh," said the Queen cheerfully, "I thought you were
asking if it would hurt me. Never mind, sweetheart, why
don't you suck my titties for a while?"
"I'm not a baby," Sally protested indignantly.
"Of course not. But it makes my pussy get wet, when a
pretty little girl sucks my titties. And they're the
best cure there is for a sore bum.
Sally was feeling too confused to argue, so she curled
herself up and, hesitantly, put her lips against one of
the huge nipples. Nothing terrible happened; so,
greatly daring, she opened her mouth a little and put
her lips around it. It tasted slightly bitter, but in a
nice, comforting way, so she began to suck on it.
Compared with sucking Mr. Whyte's magic wand, this was
easy, and very comforting; and Sally almost fell
asleep.
The next thing she knew, she was standing up, and the
room was empty. No little girls; no Queen of Tarts.
Sally was just looking around, wondering if there was a
way out, when she realized that her bottom was no
longer sore. It didn't feel as if she'd been thrashed
at all.
"Now, that is curious," she said out loud. "I couldn't
have just imagined it, could I?" She yawned. "Oh, I'm
so tired, I wish I could sit down for a while... Oh,
what was that?" Something had knocked against the back
of her thighs. Turning, she saw that the chair the
Queen had sat in was now directly behind her. She
walked forward a bit; and the chair followed her, then
stood expectantly.
"I do believe," said Sally, "that the chair wants me to
sit down. Well, I am tired; so maybe I will sit down.
Just for a while."
Sally sat down, and felt that this pleased the chair;
so she lay back, putting her arms on the armrests, and
let her mind wander.
"What!" Sally cried after resting in the strange chair.
She couldn't move her hands from the chair's wide
armrests. Then she tried to get up, but she could only
rise six inches. "Let me go," she said indignantly.
"Not until I go up inside your bum hole," came a voice
from behind her.
"Who's that?"
"I'm the chair, and you've been sitting naked on me.
You've tempted me so much that I simply must penetrate
your bum hole with my magic pee-pee."
"Let me go," Sally said, trying to get up. "Besides,
it's a magic wand, and I've already had Mr. Bunny up
there."
"And did you have an enema?"
"Yes, yes," Sally said in alarm. "I don't need one."
"Good, because I can't wait," said the chair.
"Ohhh," Sally moaned as something in the seat of the
chair began to open her hairless bottom hole. "Ah,
please, it's too big," she breathed. "Oh, ahha, ooo."
"My magic pee-pee," said the chair, "is like a snake.
It's going to keep going until the head comes out your
mouth."
"Oh, no!" Sally cried. "I'll choke to death."
"No," said the chair, "not in Wonderland. You'll be
just fine and then you can look in a mirror and see the
head of my pee-pee. It will spurt white cream into your
mouth."
"Well," said Sally slowly, "that would be fun, I
suppose. As long as you're sure it won't hurt."
"Did Mr. Whyte's magic wand hurt you?" asked the chair
patiently.
"Umm... No, I suppose not. But he wasn't a chair."
"Of course not. Chairs are better. So that's all right,
isn't it?"
"Oh..." Sally wasn't entirely convinced, but she
couldn't think of anything to say to this argument.
"All right. What should I do?"
"Just sit back in me," said the chair, "relax your bum,
and enjoy yourself."
Sally began to do as instructed; but a moment later,
she let out a yelp, as a huge, snake-like thing
insinuated itself between her bum-cheeks, pushing them
apart, and tickled her little rosebud, still sensitive
from having Mr. Whyte's magic wand crammed inside. This
was like that sensation, but different. The chair's
magic pee-pee was much, much longer than Mr. Whyte's
wand, and much bigger round, as well. Not only that,
but it felt as if it were made of rubber; but warm,
living rubber, that wriggled and slithered, just like a
snake, into her hole.
"What's the matter?" asked the chair.
"It feels funny."
"Funny ha-ha, or funny peculiar?"
"Oh... Peculiar, I suppose. It's nice, but scary."
"Nice but scary is good," said the chair, in an
unconcerned voice; and the snake carried on pushing and
wriggling. It seemed to have something greasy and
slippery on it, so that the head pushed, with a little
effort, past the tiny little puckered hole and into the
slightly wider space inside. Little Sally felt
incredibly filled-up, and the muscles of her bum
started pushing, with a will of their own, to get rid
of the thing filling up the passage.
"Don't fight against it," said the chair soothingly,
"just enjoy the feeling."
"All right," said Sally uncertainly. "I'll try to....
Oooooohhhhh." That was as the snake made another
concerted push, and Sally felt more and more of its
length sliding through her little, stretched bum-hole,
while the head was making its way up through her
bowels. After a few moments, though, she began to get
used to the feeling, even though it was incredibly
strange. "It's all twisty and turny in there," she said
out loud. "It's going to take a long time to get up to
my mouth, and you're going to need a very, very long
pee-pee."
"Don't worry about that," said the chair, in an
unconcerned voice. "I told you, it's a magic pee-pee.
It's as long as it needs to be... Oh yes."
"Oh, what was that?" Sally gasped.
"That," said the chair, "was the head of my magic pee-
pee going through your stomach. And now... Ah yes."
"Mmmm mmm-mm mm?" demanded Sally indignantly.
"It's in your throat," said the chair happily, "and...
Bingo!"
Sally tried to open her mouth to speak, and felt
something pushing itself out between her lips from the
inside. It must look very strange, she thought, and
looked around. "Where's the mirror?" she asked. At
least, what she really asked was, "Mmmm mm mmm-mm?" But
the chair appeared to know what she meant.
"Here I am," said a cheery voice, as a large mirror
appeared a few feet in front of her. "How may I be of
service? I'm perfect for a moment of quiet reflection,
or... Oh my, what a sexy sight. Excuse me a moment."
And Sally saw one of its side-struts slip down to a
slight indentation in the bottom edge of the mirror,
and start rubbing it.
Why, thought Sally, I do believe the mirror's playing
naughty with herself, as if she had a little pussy-
hole, just like mine. I wonder if she really has got a
pussy. I wish I could ask her, but nothing comes out.
"If you've quite finished diddling yourself," said the
chair, its voice a bit unsteady, "little Sally here
wants to see my magic pee-pee poking out of her mouth."
"Oh, all right," sighed the mirror. "Just look into me,
Sally. It's such an erotic sight, I think I'm going to
cum on the spot."
Curiously, Sally looked in the mirror, and found
herself looking back. She was naked, and very flushed
all over, not just her face; but she was surprised to
find that she was also rocking back and forth in the
chair, moving herself up and down a little. She
couldn't see the chair's magic pee-pee going into her
bum-hole; but she could see its head sticking about two
inches out of her mouth. It looked very much like the
head of Mr. Whyte's magic wand: a big, swollen, purple
knob, the loose skin around it pushed right back away
from it, with clear liquid oozing from the pee-hole.
"Now," said the chair, and it had definitely lost its
cool, "I want you to suck the head with your lips.
That'll be all I need to make me cum."
So Sally closed her lips hard, and began sucking. All
the time, she was watching, in the mirror, how the
snake moved back and forth, letting her suck it right
into her mouth, then pushing it back out, so that her
lips rubbed along the head. It was making her feel very
funny in her tummy; though, strangely, not a part that
was filled by magic pee-pee. Her pussy, too, felt like
it did when she rubbed it.
"Here it comes," yelled the chair; and, pushing about
four inches clear of her mouth, the swollen snakehead
began spitting out jets of white cream. The snake-head
moved about of its own accord, rather like a lawn-
sprinkler; and Sally watched and felt as one load
deposited itself in her hair, one in her eyes, one on
her cheek, and one on the tip of her chin. Then the
spurts began going further. A few landed on her chest,
and slid down over her nipples (which, she could see,
were sticking out stiffly), and one got as far as her
belly button.
Finally, the chair pulled the head right back past her
lips, and shot the last dozen or so spurts into Sally's
mouth. At first, she enjoyed this: the cream tasted a
bit salty, but rather pleasant, and Sally wanted more
of it. But she got more; and more, and more, and more.
Her mouth filled up, as the snake filling her throat
stopped any cream from being swallowed. She knew that
she ought to open her mouth up, let it run out; but,
although she saw a little white cream dribbling out
from between her lips and running down to join the rest
of it dripping off her chin, something was stopping her
from taking this way out.
Finally, just before she thought she was going to
explode, Sally passed out.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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