Down the Rabbit Hole

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World

Chapter IX -- Viszit's Trap

Alan guessed it had been about three or four hours since they had left the tent tree. And it had been two days since the fairies and the romp with Scarlet. However, as opposed to suppressing his urges, fucking her only seemed to have made him hornier, and he felt a pressing need to screw her again, despite their ongoing predicament. This time he would find a more discreet place so as not to bother Sean and Nicolet, and this time they would wear each other out.

Although Nicolet's reaction to their exhibition had been unreadable, he thought he heard her moaning nearby during their sex, but she had been glum ever since. Whatever had happened, hadn't been as good as his and Scarlet's romp. As he turned to see if Nicolet and Sean were keeping up--once again noticing they were keeping their distance from each other--he thought he caught a glimpse of movement on the path behind them. He wasn't sure.

His wristwatch, the only one still working after their de-clothing, confirmed they had been walking for a little over three hours, but days were about twenty-seven hours long on this world. Adjusting to being awake and asleep longer proved more difficult than expected, and the difference left him fuzzy. Adding to the issue were the three moons.

He hadn't seen all three in the night sky together for most of their journey, but just last night, it happened. The two largest and brightest appeared together in the middle of the night. Scarlet had woken him, saying it was morning. The bright light was filtering in through the tree branches, but with a glance at his watch, and with some elementary math, he figured they had only been asleep for four hours. Sleepily navigating through the low-hanging branches into the clearing, they saw the two bright orbs on opposite sides of the night sky. Adding to their awe was a third smaller, dimmer moon beginning to crest the horizon. All the reflected sunlight made it so the night wasn't quite night.

All the variation in night and day and sleeping under trees naked was not making for good sleep. On top of that, the lack of consistently palatable food was affecting him. They were all very hungry. Given the circumstances, he was a little loopy and doubting himself. Thus, the pursuer who he thought he had seen and perhaps felt their presence was probably not real--just a figment.

Finally, it happened, however. The being following them was not quick enough, and Alan saw the thing before it disappeared into the brush.

"Guys. We're being followed," he said.

"You sure?" asked Scarlet.

"Yes, I've seen glimpses of it and just now got an unobstructed view of it ducking into the bushes. It looked like a hairless chimp."

"It's probably another fairy tale creature that is too shy to come out and meet us," said Nicolet, sounding hopeful.

"It's about time," said Scarlet. "What's it been, maybe 80 miles in this fairytale land, and we've seen what, forest nymphs and fairies? One took our clothes, and the other infected Nicolet and Alan with sexual spells. What will this new one do? I can't wait."

Scarlet's sarcasm surprised Alan, but she appeared to mean it in good fun. "Don't worry, Scarlet. I'm sure not everything here is sexual."

"No, I was serious. Our last two encounters ended up being kind of fun. We should call out to it and see what it has planned for us."

"Hold on," said Sean, "you sure it's not an elf tracking us?"

"Can't say for sure," replied Alan, "but I don't think so. It's at least not what I think an elf looks like, but who knows...right?."

"I don't see any harm in letting it know that we are on to it," said Scarlet. "If it's an elf or working for the elves, best we deal with it. Let me do it. I think I'm less intimidating. Where did you see it?" Alan pointed, and she walked about twenty yards halfway between them and the tree line. "You might as well come out. We know you are there, and we won't hurt you." The bushes rustled, then were still. "Please come out. We want to meet you."

A small creature emerged out of the undergrowth. Alan was right; it could have been a hairless chimp, but it was a small, stooped, sinewy man. He appeared to be all bone and taunt muscle, maybe weighing 50 pounds.

"It's okay. Come here," said Scarlet. With that, the little, dirty brown creature scurried toward her. Its face was furrowed with a pointy nose, black beady eyes, and too-small ears. It was not a friendly-looking creature and she readied herself to fight off an attack. It was too fast to run from.

She was ready to punch the thing when it jumped at her, but it skidded to a halt and, with its head bowed, said, "Yes, Mistress." For a small creature, he was well hung. Fuck, this was the first male being they had seen, and she was assessing his genitals. If everyone in this place was naked, that was a habit she needed to break.

"Can we talk to you?" she asked after gaining her composure.

"You and the other female. No males, Mistress. I don't like males. Don't like females much either, but females speak, and I must do as they say or be hurt."

"Hmm. Nicolet, will you come here? Guys, stay where you are."

Nicolet walked up, and Scarlet said, "This is Nicolet, and I'm Scarlet. Who are you?"

"I will call you Mistresses. I am Viszit."

"Oh...okay. Why were you following us, Viszit?"

"Viszit curious Mistress. Afraid to speak. What being are you?"

"We are human but not from around here."

"Ah, Viszit is also human. Where are you from?" This was hard for Nicolet to believe. The thing didn't look very human.

"Hmm." How could she explain this to the seemingly simple creature? "We came from another place entirely. We came through a portal, like a door."

"Oh, Mistresses and your males came from another world," he said excitedly.

"Yes, that's correct! You understand about other worlds?"

"Yes, yes, of course. How can Viszit help the Mistresses?"

"We could use some good food," said Nicolet, jumping into the conversation, her empty stomach being her most immediate concern.

"Oh, yes! Viszit can help with food. Bring the Mistresses very delicious food. Would that please the Mistresses?"

"Yes, Viszit," said Scarlet, "that would be wonderful. First, will you answer some questions for us? Like what you know about the portal; you seem to know something."

"Yes, answer all questions if Viszit can; bring food for Mistresses first."

"Okay, Viszit; we are very hungry. Make sure it is good food humans like, and Viszit, bring enough food for the males too."

"Yes, Mistress. I understand. You need your males, and Viszit will help with them." With that, the happy little man scurried off into the woods.

"That Mistress thing and how he referred to the men was odd," said Scarlet.

"That was an odd little man," said Nicolet. "Very odd, but no odder than others we have met. At least he wasn't a fairy casting spells."

Alan and Sean walked up and asked, "Where did it go?"

"To get us some food, 'very delicious food,' and then he will happily answer all of our questions," replied Scarlet.

"What was he?"

"He said he was human. Hopefully, not all humans here are like that. My guess is not. He seems deformed."

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As promised, Viszit returned just as the sun began its downhill slide past midday. He again repeated that he had brought them delicious food. He opened a large bag and showed Scarlet a collection of pink, golf-ball-sized berries.

"These very good for humans," he explained, "taste good, very good. Viszit like very much." To demonstrate, Viszit pushed a whole one into his mouth, chewed with purpose, and then swallowed. He said, "See, very good," pink juice ran from the corners of his mouth. "Called Ketch and are very good for you. If you don't believe Viszit, make one of them try first," he said, pointing at Sean. "But I promise you will be pleased, Mistresses."

"Okay. I will try one," said Scarlet, biting off a third. She was surprised by its sweet flavor, which remarkably seemed best described as a cross between a strawberry and an orange. With two more bites, she finished it off.

"It is good--yes? Tell Viszit it is good, and I give you the rest, Mistress."

"Yes, very good, Viszit," said Scarlet.

"Make much strength. You will like that too." She did feel a little peppier.

"We're famished and will eat these all. Thank you. Thank you very much, Viszit." The little creature acted like a little girl and seemingly blushed.

"Viszit must go away. Ketch took longer than expected. Need to collect more, different, good food for you and go to home. Be home before dark. When you wake from sleep, when the sun is up, Viszit will be there with more food. I will find you. Yes? And Viszit answers questions for Mistresses. Yes? I must go now."

"You will answer our questions tomorrow and bring more food?"

"Yes, yes, but must go now."

"Okay. That would be very good. Thank you again. And Viszit, can we keep the bag?"

"Yes, yes--keep, please, Mistress." With those final words, he turned and scurried off into the brush, leaving them with the Ketch.

"Well, guys, I guess we'll have Ketch for a late lunch," said Scarlet. "There is plenty of it here, and it's delicious. We'll see what he brings tomorrow."

"You trust him?" asked Alan.

"He only seems to want to please us, Mistresses. He doesn't like you guys. Yeah, I trust him; he has good taste."

"Ha, Ha," replied Alan.

They all had their fill of the Ketch, then hiked another mile or so before settling down for another break in a small meadow. Sitting down, Nicolet said, "Guys, are you feeling any different? I'm starting to feel a little odd--not bad odd--just odd, actually a kind of good odd. I guess I feel good, refreshed, and energetic, and my senses are exquisite--like heightened. I see that large insect working in the throat of that pink hibiscus-like flower." She pointed to a flower about four feet from her. "It's like not only do I see it, I also hear it, I feel it, and I can smell the flower amongst all the other smells in this meadow." As her gaze moved around, she took in other details she usually would not have. "It's not unpleasant," she said, " but it was a little disorienting."

Scarlet fell into her view. She said, "Are you tripping, Nicolet?"

"God, maybe. Maybe a reaction to the ketch?"

She had not taken a really close look at Scarlet before, being self-conscious about looking at another naked woman. She was now transfixed. When Alan had been talking to one of the other cavers in the van out of Lima, she had overheard that Scarlet was Romanian, and early in her life, had been a gymnast. There did appear to be a lot of physical power packed into a smallish body. She was perhaps two feet taller than the nymphs. She was not a stunning beauty, Nicolet decided. She was a little muscular. However, with her blond hair, blue eyes, slightly dimpled chin, and breasts that were a bit too big for a gymnast, she could see why Alan was attracted to her. She was quite sexy in her own way.

Yes, then there was Alan. She enjoyed looking at Alan whenever she could steal a look. Once or twice, she had been caught. Now she couldn't help but stare and take in the sight. He was just over six-foot-tall, she guessed, and tone. His muscles were well-defined but not overly large. It wasn't like he lifted weights. He had once said that fat cavers got stuck in tight spots in one of their meetings. He kept his chestnut hair long and in a ponytail. She liked the look. Most of all, she enjoyed looking at his cock. It seemed that the day they lost their clothes, Scarlet had given her permission to look. She really wanted to see it hard again. This time, that thought didn't cause her to blush. Instead, she focused on it, willing it to stiffen.

Her hypnosis broke when she heard Scarlet say, "Hey Alan, I'm starting to feel a little funny too, not bad funny, kind of good, warm, and tingly. Tingly in that place I'd like you to visit, in-depth, if you know what I mean."

Nicolet knew what she meant when Scarlet mentioned it. She was aroused and reached down and touched herself, surprised by her wetness. Scarlet moved like a cat over to Alan, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him to the ground. Now more snake-like, she slid around to straddle him, and their faces locked in a deep, almost violent kiss.

Scarlet's short frame had settled below his belly, and Nicolet thought she had a glimpse of his stiffening member, but the object of her need was now out of sight. She yearned to see if it was hard and erect and wanted to move, but she resisted for fear of them taking notice of her watching. She was about to risk it when Scarlet broke the kiss and set up right, shifting slightly forward, giving her a partial view. Then Scarlet reached behind her and grabbed him, pulling his engorged cock upright and stroking it. She gasped, having forgotten to breathe at first sight of his gorgeous tool in Scarlet's hand. She also wanted to feel it; it almost seemed like she could with her heightened awareness. It was almost as if she was there with them.

She had been heard; Scarlet looked at her and winked, then slid down his legs, bent over, and took his cock in her mouth. At first, she took him deeply into her mouth, much deeper than Nicolet would have guessed possible. Then she came up with a gasp, grabbed his rod in her hand, and started to run her tongue around the top of his cock, teasing the swollen head. Alan began to moan and squirm, and this seemed to prompt Scarlet to stroke his cock harder with her hand while taking his balls into her mouth. She had only taken a guy's cock in her mouth once; never would she have thought of doing this. Clearly, it was an effective technique. Alan responded with more moans and began to pump his pelvis up and down like he was trying to fuck her hand. Next, she took his cock into her mouth again, sliding her lips up and down over its head. Once, she held still letting him pump his pelvis fucking her mouth.

Scarlet worked his cock for what seemed to be an impossibly long time. Alan seemed to be on the verge of cuming but did not. Any guy she knew, mostly Sean, would have orgasmed almost immediately with that treatment.

While Scarlet had him between her lips, she raised herself up and reached one hand between her legs. She couldn't quite see, but clearly, Scarlet was masturbating herself. What Scarlet did next surprised her again. She released Alan's cock, sat up, took her wet hand from her crotch, leaned forward, ran her wet fingers under his nose, and then pushed them into his mouth. With the flexibility of a former gymnast, she spun around and lowered her obviously very wet pussy down onto his face. Alan reached up, wrapped his arms around her legs, and shoved his face in, getting a squeal from Scarlet, who at once began to moan and pant. Oh God, she so wanted a guy to do that to her. Once again, Scarlet winked at her, seeming to affirm that it was okay to watch.

Nicolet was so jealous at that moment, so horny, feeling her own intense need. Alan was attacking Scarlet's pussy, and she had a frantic response. It got even more frenzied when she moved down, grabbed his cock, and guided it into her pussy. She took it in slowly, it seemed very large for her petite body, but she slid all the way down on it. At first, she controlled the pace, going slowly until it seemed he would come out, then sliding all the way back down. Each time was a little faster, and Alan began thrusting up to meet her. Once again, Scarlet caught her eye. This time the look seemed to say, now you will see something.

She was watching something so much more stimulating than the porns--her heightened senses made it seem like she was part of it--and her body was responding in proportion to the stimuli. She felt as if she were on the verge of cuming even though she had been so entranced with Alan and Scarlet's sex, that she hadn't even been playing with her clit.

Their pace picked up, their hips slapping together in a noisy rhythm, and they appeared to be in ecstasy. God, would they ever cum? Finally, Scarlet tensed, which caused Alan to pump harder and faster. She started to loudly moan and pant, and her body went rigid, released, and then rigid again. He was pumping her pussy hard, and she was quivering. At last, he tensed and arched his back with several slow, deliberate thrusts. The look on his face was a cross between pain and pleasure. When it subsided, she thought for sure they were done, but Scarlet began a slow grind on his cock again, and he was thrusting back into her.

She realized that she needed to cum, and was about to; she had, at some point, started rubbing her clit. Now that she realized what she was doing, she needed to finish. She slid her fingers down into her hole as far as they would go. Two fingers slid in with barely any resistance. Never had she been so wet. She worked her fingers in and out, getting ready to add a third, but she felt herself being watched. She looked to the side, and Sean was standing there. She had forgotten about him.

For an instant, there was embarrassment, but for only a moment. He must have also seen the show and stood there, his cock sticking out horizontally rigid. That was what she needed. He motioned for her to come, and she followed him around and behind a clump of bushes. This was a good choice; she required fucking right then but was conscious of their amateur status. Private felt better. Being watched by experts would have made her uncomfortable, even in her impossibly aroused state.

"That was so intense," Sean said quietly. "I need to lick your pussy like he did Scarlet's. I've always wanted to try that."

This surprised her. She said nothing, though many thoughts came to mind, like what the hell, couldn't you have said that months ago? She quickly complied, getting down to her knees, but as she did, she saw his cock.

"But first, I need to taste your cock."

With him standing there, she took his cock in her mouth, wanting to try all of Scarlet's techniques. It was fun. She was trying different things and sensing his reactions. At times, he was having difficulties standing. She was about to suggest that he lay down when he said, "Oh gad."

As she pulled back, a stream of warm cum hit her in the face; a second weaker shot got her on the chest, and the remaining pulses dribbled onto her lap. It wasn't gross; it was exciting; it was salty; she wanted it; she licked it off the end of his cock, then wiped it off her face with her fingers and licked the cum off.

When he recovered, going to his knees, he said, "I'm sorry."

"About what? That was cool; it was fun, but now it's your turn to do me."

Laying down on the grass and spreading her legs, he complied, kneeling and planting his tongue between her pussy lips. Finding her clit, he began to lick it up and down. He wasn't showing much imagination, but it was effective, or she was just that horny. The orgasm was building in her with his slow rhythmic licking. It was enjoyable having it grow inside of her. The sight of Alan's cock appeared in her mind, and she began to need more stimulation; she needed to cum.

"A little harder and faster, please," she said.

He complied, and with that, she felt her muscles tense. She clenched her teeth and willed him to lick her harder and faster because she couldn't speak. Finally, the tension released in a rush, and she moaned with a flood of pleasure rippling through her. It was good, but she wanted more.

When he sat up on his knees, she grabbed for his cock, expecting to stroke it and make it hard again. Instead, there was a warm, hard rod in her hand to stroke. Laying back, she pulled it to her pussy. He slid it in, and they screwed--hard. This time, she came first. It was a second orgasm, her first multiple, and it was the first time she came while being fucked. After that, it became a bit of a frenzy, and she might have cum a couple more times. Sean was working hard, panting and sweating, trying for his second. He became desperate, going awkwardly fast and hard, but she didn't mind; she just came again. Finally, he came and collapsed, rolling off to the side. This time she didn't mind. Then they slept--on the ground--in the open next to each other.