Jaimie in Wonderland Part 3. Category: Long and satisfying.
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Content Warning: contains themes of oral sex, vaginal and anal sex, double penetration, alcohol and drug use, consensual non-consent.
Welcome to Part 3 of ‘Jaimie in Wonderland!’
If you’ve arrived here randomly and haven’t read the first two parts of this story, please do catch yourself up from the beginning here.
This is a story for grown-ups, so if you’re not over 18, you know what to do (hint: go and do your homework).
I have made the point in the last two instalments that the story features themes of drug use. There are only so many ways you can say the same thing, so ‘Don’t do drugs. Drugs are bad, mmmkay?’
This is approximately a 25-minute read.
34.
I had completely lost my bearings and was very pleased that Chesh was on hand to guide me. We spent several minutes weaving through trees and dodging around thick patches of undergrowth; she with remarkable agility and being all but silent. Next to her, I felt like a hippo, blundering through the darkness, trying not to turn my ankle on the uneven ground. The heels were impractical for wearing for long on flat surfaces, let alone fleeing through dark woodland from the police.
Eventually, we reached the wooden panelling, which I realised meant that the road and the party venue were on the other side. As if by magic, Chesh had managed to bring us to the precise point where there was a small gap, just big enough to shimmy through, and moments later, we were standing on the pavement with the side aspect of the warehouse facing us on the other side of the road.
35.
‘Here you are then,’ said Chesh, cheerfully. ‘Hey, what’s the matter?’
‘I’m just a bit fed up,’ I said, brushing a tear from my cheek. ‘The evening’s all gone a bit wrong, and I don’t know where or when that started. It was going well and now…’
‘Probably started when you accepted a pill and drink from someone you’d just met because you thought she had a cute arse, and you didn’t want to say ‘no’ in case she thought you were really lame and left you to go off to find someone else to spend the rest of the night scissoring with?’ offered Chesh, uncannily accurately.
‘How do you know that??’
‘Well, she does have a cute arse.’
‘No – how did you know about the capsule and drink – have you been watching me?’
‘Think of me as being your guardian angel, yeah?’ She smiled that huge, luminous smile again. ‘Oh, alright. Yes, if you must know, I have been watching you. You have a talent for mishap, and it brightened up what was becoming an otherwise dull evening.’ She smiled again as if what she had just said should be comforting in some bizarre way.
‘I think I just want to go home now.’ I said. Somehow, in the course of an hour or so, I had managed to mislay Tinkerbell, Blanche and Chloe. My brain was still being fucked about with by some unknown hallucinogenic. I was tired and had a dormouse’s cum dribbling stickily down the back of my leg. Not a real dormouse, but… Oh, who knows? Nothing was making any sense. I needed to get back into the venue to retrieve my coat, phone and house keys from the coat check so I could get home.
36.
I suddenly realised I had said all of this and had not, as I thought, been reciting it as a self-pitying inner monologue.
Chesh stood with her arms crossed, an expression of faux pity on her face.
‘Oh, just listen to yourself! You’re making memories! You could be sitting at home watching some shite on telly and eating a supermarket pizza, but just look at you! You’re standing on a pavement in a high-crime-rate area in the wee small hours, off your tits on something or other, smelling of fresh cum, and if you can’t get your stuff back, you’ll probably have to sleep in a doorway that smells of tramps’ piss. What a story to tell the grandkids!’
‘Are you completely mad?’
She grinned again. ‘Oh yes, but I’ll tell you a secret – all the best people are!’
I was momentarily distracted by a movement from an alleyway to the right – it might have been the rear of the building. Perhaps there was a way back in that I could slip into, get my stuff, and leave? Of course, when I turned back to Chesh, all that was left was the fading impression of her 1000-megawatt smile. If I saw her again, I would definitely find out how she did that. It was bloody rude when you were trying to have a conversation with her.
37.
Having no other options currently, I set out to investigate the alleyway and the hoped-for chance of getting back into the warehouse.
I crossed the road. It was still utterly quiet in a disconcerting zombie-apocalypse kind of way. No traffic. No sounds, no nothing. My path towards the rear alleyway took me past the door I had exited in my pursuit of the rabbit. I gave it a hopeful little shove, but it didn’t budge; unsurprisingly, as it opened outwards and there was no means of opening it from the outside.
I arrived at the turning for the alleyway. It was dark and scary. Anybody could be down there waiting to prey on some unwary, ditzy and somewhat pharmaceutically challenged individual like me. I saw the outline of a doorway in the yellow wash of an overhead light some way further down the alleyway. I approached it carefully, prepared to kick my shoes off and, if circumstances required it, to run for my life.
I managed to reach the door without encountering anything scarier than a large London rat scuttling past on its way in search of a meal. I gave the door a push. Nothing. There was no means of opening this door from the outside either.
‘Fuck.’ I said with feeling.
Almost immediately, the door opened, and a hand emerged, beckoning me inside.
‘Come on then, come on!’
38.
I was taken aback, but this being one of the least surprising things to happen this evening, I accepted the invitation and stepped through. I found myself in a small, dingy room that looked like it might have been an old staff room or something similar. There were a couple of old sofas, a plastic and steel-framed table with some folding chairs arranged around it, a row of lockers and a pervasive smell of damp. The other current inhabitants of the room were two tall, slender, elegantly wasted-looking young men, both wearing striped dungarees and matching caps. I recognised them as the Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum who had been snogging each other’s faces off on the damp patch left on the white sofa by Tinkerbell. The one who had not let me in-who was lounging on one of the grotty sofas–looked annoyed to see me.
‘Oh. You’re not the Caterpillar then.’ It was a statement of disappointed fact rather than a question, but I felt compelled to respond.
‘No. Apparently not. Sorry.’
‘Fuck’s sake. I’m bloody starving.’
‘Excuse my friend,’ said the one who had let me in. ‘He gets a bit teasy when he’s hungry. Our friend –’
‘The Caterpillar.’ Interrupted the other.
‘The Caterpillar popped out to get some eats, and he’s not back yet –’
‘Obviously…’
‘Yes, Obviously.’
‘Or I wouldn’t still be fucking hungry.’
‘No.’ I said. ‘I suppose not. Anyway, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be off now.’
39.
‘You’ve only just got here – why don’t you stay for a bit? Are you hungry? Knowing Caterpillar, he’ll come back with enough to feed a family of five, so there’ll be plenty to go around.’
I wavered. ‘I was going to get my phone and stuff and go home.’
‘Oh, come on. Stay for a bit! Have something to eat and…’ he produced a bottle of vodka – three-quarters full – and flourished it like contraband. ‘We have some liquid refreshment while we wait.’
I realised I was famished, and the prospect of a sit-down, a drink, and something to eat before navigating the journey home was suddenly very appealing. I nodded my head.
‘OK.’
‘See – common sense prevails!’ I’m Tweedle-Dee by the way. You can guess who he is. You can call us Dee and Dum for the sake of brevity.’
‘Oh, come on,’ I said. ‘Those aren’t your real names.’
‘Well, D’uh. Of course not.’ Said Dee. ‘We’re studying theatre studies, though. Working on method techniques. We’re not breaking character until we get home.’
‘Or until we don’t get home and end up at someone else’s home.’ Said Dum.
‘Contrariwise.’ Said Dee.
I grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a long, burning tug on it, coughing as I pulled it from my lips.
‘Better?’ asked Dee. ‘You looked like you needed that.’
‘You have no idea.’
I sat on the unoccupied sofa, and Dee came and plonked himself next to me. I took another big slug of the vodka before passing it back to him.
‘Thirsty, huh? He said. ‘So, how’s the evening going so far?’
40.
Since there didn’t seem to be anything else to do until food arrived, I told them the whole story, leaving nothing out. I was surprised to note that they seemed to believe every word of it, although I was beginning to wonder if I had completely lost my mind while I was telling it.
‘Fuck, though.’ Said Dum. ‘That’s pretty fucking hot! So, you’ve fingered Tinkerbell, had a bunny girl grind herself against you, sucked your friend off and been screwed on all fours in the park, all in one night. Shit, girl, when you go out to party, you really party!’
‘It’s not like that…’ I began.
‘Really?’ I looked back at Dee, seated beside me. His tongue was practically hanging out. ‘How is it then? You’ve been going at it like a nympho on catnip since you got here!
I chose to ignore this and respond instead to Dum. ‘How is that hot? I saw you two going at it upstairs. You’re gay, so how does what I’ve done qualify as hot to you?’
They both, disconcertingly, fell about laughing at this.
‘Gay?’ said Dum, ‘Oh, that’s priceless!’
‘We’re method, remember?’ said Dee. ‘We’re just staying in character. What could be gayer than two guys mincing about in matching clothes?’
‘Quite a lot of things.’ I protested. ‘A Chihuahua, for example. I don’t see why you need to deny – it’s the 21st century. You would have to be gay to kiss like that – no way that was acting.’
‘That sure, huh?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘OK. I’ll bet you your share of the delicious feast which Caterpillar is bringing back with him, plus as much of this vodka as you like to wash it down with, that we can prove to you we’re not gay.’
41.
Like taking candy from a baby, I thought. ‘Deal,’ I said, feeling utterly confident that whatever saturated-fat-encrusted street muck that was being brought to us was as good as mine.
Both stood.
‘Stand up, then.’ Said Dum.
I stayed seated, feeling confused.
‘Fucking get on your feet,’ said Dee. I was a bit startled, this being the first time he had spoken unkindly to me. I thought it best to comply.
‘Don’t forget that you took this bet,’ said Dum with a smirk. They approached me, Dee to the front, Dum to the rear. I felt vulnerable, but inexplicably, a thrill of excited fear coursed through me.
‘Remember , if it gets too much at any point you can just say stop. ‘Course, that means you’ll lose the bet, so…’
I nodded. ‘Do your worst.’
Dee placed his hands on my hips, and Dum reached around my waist and placed his hands, palms down, on my belly. Despite my heels, they were still both several inches taller than me, an unusual sensation for a girl my height. My heart was in my mouth – I didn’t know what was going to be involved in putting their lack of gayness to proof, but it was too late to back out now.
Dee approached his task in a business-like manner. His hands moved down from my hips, sliding over the shiny, blue latex folds of my skater dress and onto the smooth, but now somewhat grubby, white nylon of my hold-ups. From there, they moved up to the warm skin of my upper thighs, which he began to stroke. Dum had moved his hands up and was now running his palms over the corset, which was encasing my torso and crushing my boobs inwards and up, making a white shuddering confection, heaving with my breaths, which were becoming increasingly ragged.
42.
Dee moved his hands around and began to firmly kneed my bum, pulling the cheeks apart then mashing them back together while his brother removed his hands from my back and began tugging at the laces of my corset.
‘How the fuck am I expected to get at your tits when you’re wearing this stupid thing? He demanded, brusquely.
I felt the inward grip relax as the laces loosened, and I delighted in feeling my ribs expanding outwards. The corset loosened; Dum returned his fingers to my front and unhooked the busk so adeptly I had to wonder if this wasn’t the first time he had extracted a woman from such an item. He rolled it, wrapping the laces around it rapidly and tossed it aside.
‘Better.’ He grunted. ‘Now where was I?’
His hands returned to my front and were now running, roughly over my latex-covered breasts. He pressed, squeezed, and kneaded much like his brother was doing on the other side, lower down. It felt like I was a lump of bread dough being pulled about from opposite directions.
‘Still think we’re gay, do you?’
‘No, you’ve made your point,’ I said.
‘Oh, I don’t think we have,’ said Dum. ‘A couple of gay guys could quite easily be doing this – putting on an act.’
‘We’re putting on the truth,’ said Dee.
‘Contrariwise.’ Said Dum, pulling the top of my dress down. It was an easy job; a layer of silicon lube and sweat meant that the blue latex slid off the curve of my breasts as if they were warm butter. The latex was replaced by big, impatient hands, swirling around, pressing, squeezing and now, catching my hard nipples and rolling them roughly between fingers and thumb, making me gasp in equal parts pain and delight.
43.
As if by some prior arrangement, Dee had moved his right hand now around to my front and, lying his hand flat on my stomach, which was taut with the tension of all that was happening, and began to slip it downwards towards my pussy while, simultaneously, his left hand craned around the curve of my arse, his questing fingers sliding along beside my thong back and then, slipping inside. The right hand, now, still not gentle, pressing firmly across my clit and into the folds of my pussy. I shuddered violently.
‘I think she’s getting the message.’ Said Dee.
‘Contrariwise, I think she got the memo,’ said Dum.
I couldn’t say anything, so I let out a moan as Dee’s fingers swirled simultaneously around my tight little bum and my wet pussy and Dums pinching, pulling, crushing fingers continued to explore the boundary line where; with just that amount of pressure I would gasp and squeak with pain or just that amount I would moan and pant. As it turned out, the division was marginal, and he was quickly becoming an expert at pulling me back and forth across it. My legs were trembling, and I felt as though they might give way. Dee might have sensed it or, more likely, he couldn’t care less and just wanted to move things along.
‘Shall I go first?’ He said.
‘Be my guest,’ replied Dum. Clearly, I wasn’t going to get much of a say.
Dee removed his fingers from where they had been working me into a lather and hooked them into the sides of my thong.
44.
‘Let’s get rid of this ridiculous thing. You’re not going to need it now.’ He yanked the little white garment down my legs and left it on the floor where it lay. ‘Right, come over here, Alice.’ Taking my forearm somewhat roughly, I was led to the sofa which Dum had been lounging on a little earlier. I was manhandled onto it lengthways and on all fours, my head over the arm of it and my bottom up in the air.
‘Right.’ Said Dee in a very businesslike way. ‘I’ll go first, you go round the front and give her something to keep her quiet.’
‘Righto.’
Dee mounted the sofa behind me. He disdainfully pulled my right leg down so that it was off the sofa, and I was obliged to put my foot down on the floor to stop myself from toppling over. Meanwhile, Dum came around to the side where my hand was, unhooked the dungarees from his shoulders, pulling them down and, without further ceremony, fished a rapidly hardening cock from the inside. It was similar in physique to the rest of him, not especially thick, but long, and it was now rearing up towards my face.
My dress was flicked off the globes of my arse, and long, strong fingers yanked at me. I felt the head of Dee’s cock positioned at the entrance to my vagina and, simultaneously, the head of his partner-in-crime’s cock thrusting up to my lips. I opened my mouth and received the pulsing cock as the one at the other end of me pressed inwards, entering me. My head swam as I had to remind myself to keep my balance and brace my foot on the floor and my forearms on the arm of the sofa.
45.
The last couple of hours had been full of bizarre events and characters. I must have lost my mind, surely? This, though, could be the most bizarre event of all: I was now being fucked at both ends by Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Unlike their literary source material, these two were wiry and athletic of build, and I was able to appreciate even through the haze of chemicals, booze and lust that they were enthusiastic and energetic lovers.
Dee’s cock was working me inside very effectively; he wasn’t holding back, settling straight into a brisk tempo, running me through with full strokes which raked at my insides with every forward thrust. The angle of his cock made my cunt suck at him as he pulled back, producing obscene wet squelching noises. I had to concentrate on Dum, but it was challenging given what was going on inside me. I concentrated as hard as I could, fastening my lips around the head of his pole, licking away at the underside of his glans as he murmured obscenities under his breath and sucked in his breath from time to time.
‘Fuck, brother, I’m going to come if this carries on. I want to have a turn to show this doubting little slut that I’m as straight as a straight thing.’
‘Nobody’s stopping you,’ said Dee. ‘I have an idea, though. The only way to demonstrate beyond doubt our hetero-credentials would be to fuck her together, as brothers-in-arms.’
‘Arms? What, pork-swords?’ Replied Dum. ‘Capital idea. Let’s have at her.’
46.
Suddenly, both cocks were withdrawn, and I was being pulled to a standing position again. I was unsteady on my feet, blurry and obliged to put my hands on Dunn’s shoulders to stop myself from flopping onto the floor. Slobber was dribbling down my chin and dripping onto my exposed boobs.
‘Are we going to attack in a pincer movement? Asked Dee, behind me.
‘Absolutely, I’ll be the vanguard, and you bring up the rear.’
I felt Dee’s arms around my waist, and suddenly I was airborne, being picked off the ground and deposited in Dum’s arms, the crooks of his forearms hooking behind my knees and bearing my weight. Scared I would drop, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.
Would you, old man? Said Dum. My hands are a bit full.’ I felt something, a hand, brush the skin of my inner thighs, then the head of a cock, again, at the entrance to my pussy. I deduced that Dee had reached through and assisted his friend by directing the head of his penis towards me. With a loosening of his arms and an upward bump from his hips, Dum was in me up to the hilt. I let out another long moan. I was totally impaled on the spike of his prick.
A huge hand now, on my left buttock, steadying me. Then, oh shit, oh fuck! The head of the cock, still wet with my pussy juices, pressing, pressing, OH FUCK, into me. I was panting; eyes rolled back in my head, as this throbbing hard cock entered my tingling, spasming little hole.
47.
I thought that I might have passed out and determined to focus hard on retaining my consciousness, clinging to it like a shipwrecked sailor hanging onto a plank of decking; focussed entirely on keeping my head above the surging waters as the second throbbing cock eased into me, slowly, slowly, until both were as near as possible buried to the hilt inside me.
I came just then, shuddering and moaning as the two of them rested in preparation to fuck me out of my mind. I was so full, I didn’t feel that I could move a muscle within. The space within me was stretched, and the thin wall separating the two cocks seemed to be as if nothing. I was one hole, filled, trying to make sense of the way in which my insides were being utterly subjugated. I shook and gasped, the undulations of the orgasm, the clenches, only serving to ram home the sense of being split to my very core.
My shuddering sobs did nothing to elicit any sympathy from my conquerors. Instead, they took it as their cue to begin thrusting, slowly – at least some concession to my helpless condition – but gradually increasing the length of each stroke, alternating like the great pistons of a steam engine, one now skewering me, the other withdrawn.
48.
I was vaguely aware that I was moaning aloud, insensible as I was fucked remorselessly to oblivion. They both began to increase speed and force, and soon enough, the two cocks were smashing into me. I was lost and helpless; all I knew was fucking, being fucked, my pussy and arse spasming and a cloud of electrical surges now swelling, beginning to sweep me away. I had no reasonable expectation that I would arrive on the other side of this next orgasm still conscious. Still, there was nothing to be done – I was helpless and just clung on, my arms tight around the neck of Dum as I was rammed brutally over the edge, the cocks jerking and twitching as both were ground into the very centre of me, shooting jet after jet into my deepest parts.
I really did feel that I was losing consciousness, but was aware that I had, rarely for me, squirted as I came, spattering across Dums’ loins, splashing down onto the hard floor, forming a growing puddle beneath us as the shudders and spasms continued.
49.
The boys gently – the first time they had done anything gently to me since I arrived in this room – returned me to the floor, but my feet felt as though they were alien to me. My legs were shaking, and I felt as though I were slipping down as they gave out. The ceiling was getting further away. I was definitely going down and prepared myself to land in an undignified heap any moment. I wondered if either of the Tweedles would reach out to help me, but they were already engaged in a debrief, talking across me; over the top of my head.
They were now, somehow, above me, but I was still standing. The floor was getting closer, and I noticed that my feet were wet, then my ankles and the warm, wet sensation was beginning to travel up my legs. I was shrinking. But…how? Why?
Those were questions which I would most certainly have to answer at some point, but right now, I was at risk of drowning in a pool of my own making.
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That’s the end of Part 3. Thank you so much for reading. Do be sure to come back for the fourth and final part!
Love, Jaimie xx
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White satin overbust corset from these people. It was only my second wear of it, and, as I was still ‘seasoning it’ it, I couldn’t lace it in very much. I’m looking forward to taking some more pictures for you when I can really lace it firmly.
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