Chapter 6

"Where are we going?" Alice shouted out. "I thought you said we were heading to your place?"

"First, we need to get you armed, a good thing I remembered that."

"Is it that urgent?" Alice complained. Possibly, eager for her hour of torture.

"It's important and we won't have time for it later today or before school. Now hush and let me drive."

Buying a couple of pepper sprays and a shocker for her wasn't as much of a problem as I thought it would be, and I got the same for myself. Just in case. I had to force Alice to practice, as she was getting jittery. She almost attacked me when I told her that the buildup of anticipation would only make it better.

It did, though, it really did make it better. All through the drive home, Alice was rubbing herself against me, almost hard enough to upset our balance. Which, of course, forced me to drive more slowly. Which had her humping the seat and trying to burn holes in the back of my shirt with her nipples. It was distracting enough that I actually considered stopping by the side somewhere and letting her have it.

As soon as we parked and took off the helmets, I grabbed her and ran into the house and up to my bedroom with her in tow. Alice was tearing off her clothes and shoes before I had a chance to start on them, so I positioned myself, catching her and tying her up as soon as she was gloriously nude. The surprise on her face as I tied her bottom up, her head pointing at the door rather than the headboard, was pleasing. I put on her blindfold and went to the bathroom, ostensibly to wash my hands and face, which I did, ignoring her plaintive cries. The longer I drew it on, the hotter she would be, and there was also my annoyance at the frantic nature of her actions. I thought Alice had better control. This wasn't safe, not for us, not for anyone. Still, recalling that this was her first brush with sexual pleasure, I quickly relented. Once you were on the drug, you couldn't go cold turkey very easily.

Calmer, I found the vibrators and lube, spreading her asscheeks first, warming the gel and delicately, slowly, pushing it in. I was shocked at how wet she was, juices running down her thighs. I gathered them up, adding them to the lube, then slowly pushed the thin dildo in, holding her still. Her gyrations were wild enough that I had to employ a great deal of strength to keep her from jerking away, despite the ties binding her. When I slid the dildo into her pussy, she sighed softly. "Please, turn them on!" Alice begged.

Before I did, I connected them to the nearest socket, adding a butterfly against the outside of her shaved slit. An hour would run down the batteries. I hesitated for a moment before I activated the vibrating functions, taking my remaining clothes off and sitting down on her back, pressing down with some weight. I didn't want Alice bruised by the bonds if she convulsed again. Which she did, almost throwing me off, letting off a loud, wild scream that warbled higher and higher before fading. I had so hoped that she would retain consciousness.

After a second's consideration, I left the vibrators on. A promise is a promise, and hour is an hour. I went down to the kitchen, ate a small snack, shifting uncomfortably with my iron erection, then prepared the ice and the ice cream.

When I went back up, Alice was moaning and writhing on my bedcovers, a truly inspiring sight. I put the cold stuff in my fridge for the moment, took out some massage oil and sat down below her butt, running my hands all over her slick body. Combining the massage with the vibrator torture went well, driving Alice to utter incoherence. It was less than twenty minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore, sliding off her and working my way to the foot of the bed.

"Open your mouth wider," I instructed her. Alice must have been in such a haze that she either didn't hear or could not respond. I pinched her nostrils closed for a second, then ground my crotch against her mouth. With a bit of encouragement, she licked and sucked on my balls with a right good will, which almost had me spewing on her face and hair.

"Do you know what air-tight means, my little harlot?" I drove my aching cock into her open mouth, a stream of dirty words and descriptions running from my mouth. I was so turned on, the circumstance were so erotic, I had trouble cumming, especially as Alice couldn't muster the concentration for a blowjob of her usual standards, scraping me with her teeth a couple of times. The moment of ejaculation turned my vision into stars against darkness, explaining for a moment all those old wives' tales of masturbation making you blind. All I could think of was that it was fucking worth it.

I took a while to recover, sitting pretty and watching Alice sweat and enjoy. With time running on, I rose to my feet and undid her restraints, turning her on her back, paying some attention to her breasts. I didn't want to eat ice cream with oiled flavor, after all.

Her reaction to the ice cubes was all that I'd expected and more, a tight clenching followed by screaming shudders. I slipped one into her pussy and it took a while to melt. Then I scattered the ice cream all over her, from stomach and thighs to the slopes of her breasts and started eating. I was soon sporting another erection, and with time running out, I slid the butterfly aside and the vibrator out of her pussy, fucking her almost violently, the buzz coming through the thin divide between her cunt and anal passage driving me wild, this time. If this was what vibrators felt like to women, well, I was suddenly worried about damaging Alice. It didn't, couldn't stop me from exploding in her, but my concern kept me from blanking out.

I quickly took the anal rod out and freed her, putting her on my lap. "Oh sweet, are you alive?"

Alice mumbled something in response, eyes closed, drool running down her chin.

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the shower, not letting go for fear that her feet couldn't hold her up, soaping her gently. Soon, she was more aware, and I shampooed her hair, making a mental note of the need to acquire a copy of some of her bathing supplies, and a blow dryer, damn it. I was definitely going to be late for practice.

Alice was more or less coherent by the time I finished drying her and brushing her hair, but she wouldn't stop rubbing against me, her eyes sparkling as she stared at me adoringly. It was both pleasant and strangely disturbing. Melanie's threat, that Alice would dump me, hadn't disturbed me in the least, because I knew she would, eventually. I just hoped to keep her for a year. The thought that I'd be leaving her vulnerable to someone who might abuse her was painful. I'd never really thought of her as vulnerable before, but the trusting manner in which she looked at me was almost frightening.

"Sweet," I kissed her softly on the lips, "are you alive?"

"Alive and well," she stretched languidly, arching her back to rub her breasts against me. "Though I'm sore again, I'm sorry," she looked down.

I cupped her chin and brought her face up for a quick kiss, "No time for anything, anyway. I'm going to be late for practice as it stands. Let's drop you off at your place with your new duds, then I'll meet you back for dinner? I'll need some tutoring, I have a math class tomorrow with a number of problems to turn in."

"I'll be very happy to provide some tutoring in turn," Alice smiled brightly. "Put on what I wore for school?" she asked. At my nod, we started dressing, the brief glances I threw at Alice showing that she wasn't taking her eyes off me.

"Ahem," Alice hesitated for a moment, "put on makeup?"

"Let's do the elegant this time. We need to practice," I suggested. With the amount of makeup we bought, I'd put in some here, just in case. Putting makeup on my girlfriend was a bit more important than being even later for swimming, so I took my time. Those sharp pencils could be dangerous in clumsy hands. I only had to wipe out three errors, which probably wasn't too bad for a novice. Even if it was a pretty simple and supposedly easy scheme.