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Story title : Sally in Wonderland - Part 1

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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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