Alice - Fallen Angels

Alice - Fallen Angels
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ISBN:  9781907753084
Author:  Surreal
Word Count:  66,790
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He stroked her bottom cheeks, scrutinising the welts. 'You know what I'm going to do?' he asked.
   Alice laid her flushed cheek to the table, the pain in her rear finally subsiding.
   He withdrew slowly. 'I'm going to take you back to the dorms, just as you are.'
   He thrust. Alice whimpered.
   'Naked except for your suspender belt and stockings.' A rapid withdrawal executed, he sank again. 'Except I'll add a collar and chain. I'll chain you to a locker at the end of Ruth's dorm. A lesson to all those girls. The humiliation will do you good, Alice. It will teach you your place in the structure of things.'

Dreams and conscience haunt Alice. Desire and urge combined with psychological pressure lure her toward an unrestrained lifestyle. Loathing and passion consolidate to confuse, the curvaceous teenager drawn inexorably to her prince of darkness. Strength and confidence flow with her slide to depravity, Alice determined to yield on her terms.

Fallen Angels embraces Alice's surrender of innocence, her sexual lapses and sado-masochistic forays. The story involves a persuasive force, a once close friend who has already embarked on a wayward S&M journey; another fallen angel.

With bribery, corruption and confusion rife, and her mother's whereabouts placed on the bargaining table, Alice faces a near impossible task to save herself from entrapment.

Seductive polished wood met her explorative touch. Hard, not hostile. Cool, not cold. Stomach stirring, dark oak unsettled. Worn slats invited the press of soft warm tummy. Cedar-red leather restraints begged to wrap closely about jerking limbs, driven into the pale flesh of parted thighs. Pressuring the small of the back, compelling naked buttocks to stand proud and so vulnerable.
   The clammy grip of anxious excitement wrapped its sensual coat about her body. Need fenced with purity. Scruples wilted, ethics collapsed before the irresistible onslaught of impetuous passion.
   Memories that should have shocked and sickened with their return, conjured instead breathless possibilities. 'Oh God,' she whispered, knowing she would succumb, that she couldn't wait to surrender.
   Hands drifted beneath her skirt, settled on slender thighs. Fingers intimidated, coaxed the flow of pussy juices. Her breath deserted gasping lungs as his touch ascended, glided expertly over roused upper thighs.
   Lids veiled green eyes. Lips parted, pouted sexual. Her groin buzzed, his fingers there, playing through her panties.
   'You smell of come fuck me,' he whispered close to her ear. 'Your body cries for lust, it begs for interference.' His lips nuzzled her neck. 'Tell me, Alice; tell me you don't want my erection snug inside your tight hole.'
   'You talk of tongue and bring me cock.' Her hands settled on his, to guide them inside her panties. She pressed his finger to her vaginal slit. 'This demands oral satisfaction, not the tiresome thrust and grind of a lusting primate.'
   Hughes chuckled. 'Lusting primate, eh? What of when I have you at my mercy? Tied so tight you can't move a muscle? Legs parted, nothing between your pussy and my primitive cock? What then?'
   'You will act the gentleman, that's what. You'll honour my wishes.'
   Hughes turned her, ripping her panties away as he did so. Arrogance met her disbelieving expression, fingers brazenly feeling between her legs. 'I will take what I want, Alice. And if that happens to be your cunt, then so be it.'
   'Then the deal's off.'
   'What about mamma?'
   'I'll see proof first.'
   Hughes pulled a face of resignation. 'Rose Hussey. Committed July twenty-eighth, nineteen-thirty-eight. Gave birth to Alice Rose, October twenty-eighth, nineteen-thirty-eight, at four-twenty a.m. You weighed in at seven pounds and six ounces. Father...' His feel moved to her bottom. 'Father? Bastard that you are, you must have one. Some primate must have thrust and ground dear mommy Rose, eh?'
   'Don't pretend you know. Rose refused to tell anyone.'
   'Do you know why she was here, Alice? Have you any inkling?'
   'Some.'
   'Her records make interesting reading. A very emancipated lady for her time. Tell you what, Alice. You keep me sweet until Christmas and I'll give you the lot. Everything I know.'
   Alice pushed his hands from her hips. 'No.' She opened the implement cupboard and removed several lengths of coarse rope, which she tossed one by one to Hughes. 'Come Christmas you'll defer things. You'll say you weren't happy with my performance somewhere along the line.'
   Hughes caught the coils. 'What do you propose then?'
   He waited on her answer, the girl removing her shirt. 'How many pages in this file?'
   Hughes shrugged. 'I haven't counted them.'
   Alice discarded the blouse and reached behind to release the bra catch. 'How many?'
   'About thirty,' he surmised, watching her breasts spring from the lace cups with youthful vibrancy. He slowly shook his head. 'They have to be the finest example of tits ever bestowed on a female.'
   Alice ignored the crude praise. 'I will do a turn for each valid piece of information. Give me something I can verify, prove you're telling me the truth. Then I'll turn another trick for you. You call it, I'll do it. You can rope me, chain me, whip me, cane me, flog me with anything you choose, on any part of my body. I will suck your primate shaft. I will lick your balls. You can stuff my arse. But... but, you will keep your dick out of my vagina. Those are my terms.' Her skirt slid to the floor, presenting the consummate female.
He eyed her for some time, openly perusing her body, then snapped a length of rope between his fists. 'I'll tender my apology now, Miss Hussey. I know nothing other than uncouth and rough.'
   Alice forced a smile. 'And that's how I suppose I would prefer it.'
   The whipping bench she found so irresistible supported Alice in another, perhaps more inspiring if arduous fashion. Her rump pressed to those distinctly uncomfortable slats, the individual bars embedding their lengths, etching her bottom flesh. Parted legs stretched, angled downwards, ankles pulled back and tied to the supporting framework. Worse, backbreaking, her torso hung from the other side, her wrists secured close to her ankles.
   Hughes wore the mask of devout sadist, his intensity fevered. Lust controlled and stole all decency. Her crude position disturbed and provoked. Her vaginal fissure dominated. It seized and held his eye, bewitching, enticing, egging him on to commit the ultimate profligacy.
   Hughes fondled his cock's dome, fingers probing cloth. Imagination invoked feeling, the sublime slide of hard shaft into that welcoming slit beckoned obsessively. Hughes ran a hand through lank hair. He liked to hear her cry, beg, plead for her honour. To relish her whimper as he fucked her, took what would consummate her defilement.
   His hand settled on her mound, thumb draped decisive, dipping those vaginal petals, probing her sex. Buttons unfastened he eased his aching cock free.
   'You know how I'd have my revenge?' Alice voiced, as if she read his mind. 'You take that without consent and I will separate your balls from your cock. Sooner or later,' she added.
   Hughes knelt, her sex lips just before his face. 'You're a very sensual young woman,' he whispered, more to himself than Alice. 'You ooze sex from every pore. You're built to excite. You're made for fucking.'
   Sinking his teeth into her pubic heights he added, garbled, 'You're made for hurting, too.'
   The back strap pinned her by the belly. Hughes had drawn it ever tighter. Her buttocks were forced against the slats, corpulence pushed between, her backside corrugated. A coarse rope looped about the tarnished leather. Knotted directly beneath, it traversed the pubic mound then plummeted between her legs.
   Alice stared mistily at her upturned world. Extraordinary sensations seized her, breaching all mental barriers. Her body felt alive, thrumming with sensual energy.
   Hughes changed his mind, gagged her, stuffed her mouth with a rubber phallus, cords wound about that and her jaw, silencing her. Another he used below. The immensity of the thing filled her with trepidation. Its insertion, a screwing, thrusting motion, brought tears to her eyes... but the monstrosity satisfied with its stretching bulk.
   She ached to witness the crude penetration of rope, the vulgar manner in which it sank between her sex lips. A prearranged knot provoked a pyrotechnical fanfare, her clitoris alternately bleating then careening toward rapturous heights.
   Fingertips trundled across her belly, enlivening the flesh. The girl's libido approached screaming-pitch as they wandered over her flexed abdomen to stroke down toward her ribs. Expectation soared, anticipation roared, Alice's flesh erupting in goose bumps. Hughes teased; the hand departed before the expected grope of breasts.
   He crouched. He smiled down on Alice's flushed countenance. 'Dilemma. I want to whip the fuck out of you, just as you are. I want to see that pure hide of yours crisscrossed with welts.'
   Fear quivered through her body. That dark, twisted world beckoned.
   Hughes settled a hand to one of her breasts. Gentle, the fingers toyed. 'But I have a mind to do far worse, to torment you beyond your wildest dreams.'
   Alice couldn't begin to conceive what he might have in mind.
   'Back hurting yet?' he enquired sarcastically, and Alice nodded.
   'How about we secure the parcel with sealing wax?' Alice frowned. 'Red sealing wax,' Hughes iterated. 'Then of course there's the soles of the feet.' His face brightened. 'And the palms of your hands.'
   Horror mixed with confusion, the girl unsure.
   'You look so inviting with a cock rammed in your mouth, Alice. How does it feel, miss-prim-and-proper-catholic-girl, to have your cunt filled with hard rubber? How did it feel to have it screwed into your hole?'
  Alice detected the smell of savagery, the scent of unpredictability, Hughes approaching dangerous, the bonds of reason beginning to escape him, Alice frightened of his capability.
   'How did it feel to be put on a collar and leash and chained up for the night, virtuous catholic girl? Was God there? Did he offer consolation? Did he spank the bad boy that done it?'
   Hughes rose and unfastened his trousers. 'I fear not. There's you the religious believer, and me the unbeliever. There's you strapped to that bench with your back near busted, and me undoing my flies. Makes you wonder whose world it is. God's servant about to be miserably abused, or the anti-Christ about to sexually exploit the Almighty's disciple. Bolt of lightning?' Hughes gazed up. 'Can't see one coming.' His trousers fell to the floor, underpants following.
   Alice gazed up at the man's stiff, horizontal cock, its seed sacks monuments to manhood. The warlock knew his witch. 'You see it,' he said, not caring to look her way. 'Deny it thrills you.' His shirt fell to the floor, the man naked except for his shoes and socks. 'You can't, can you? It's Catholicism that betrays, shackles willpower, throttles freedom of expression. Admit it, Alice, all you want, all you yearn for, lust for, is my cock, thrust deep between your legs.'
   Hughes knelt. He held that impressive phallus against her cheek. 'It's in there.' He jabbed her forehead. 'Isn't it? You can see your cunt lips stretched tight around my cock, and it excites you.'
   Hughes rubbed the head of his erection across her face. 'That mental picture stimulates you more than anything else, and yet you can't admit it. Not even to yourself. Why not, for fuck's sake?'
   Alice could only stare back, eyes trying to tell him how much she loathed him, how much he turned her on.
   'What's the worst I could do?' he goaded, Alice holding his stare. 'You've no idea what I'm thinking. What I'm planning.'
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Alice - Fallen Angels
Sunday, 23 May 2010  | 

All the Alice series are in the top draw of erotic story-telling. The character of Alice cleverly drawn and gives a very believable tension to all her sexual encounters with an array of more wordly and perverted characters. Only complaint is the sequeal is a long time coming!?


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