Alice 2

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Alice)

Part 2

“That’s the last of it, Alice. Well, it’s all I can fit in the truck, anyway.” I murmur, walking though the house one last time. Fifteen years of marriage, and in return I was allowed to visit ye olde homestead, alone, driving a vehicle titled in my name, to take whatever I could haul away in one trip. The tiny miata I normally drove was fun, but the beat-up pickup truck for sale on the side of the road had been worth every penny of six hundred dollers, and I was pretty good at packing. “You’ve got a new owner, now, slut. I took the rest of the sex toys; of course I’ll take you too.” My sneakers echo against the bare floors of the nearly empty house. “It’s amazing how much stuff you can fit into a pickup truck, Alice, if you leave the large furniture for him.” I lock the front door, though it hardly seems necessary anymore, and head for the truck, with you slung casually over one shoulder. You bounce against my back, your fingertips dangling almost to the ground. “You’re gonna have to sit in the front seat, though, Alice, since your box is full of books.” I prop you up against the seat and buckle you in, smiling a bit as your head lolls, and you stare glazed-eyed out the window. “Are you tired, little slut-doll? Did I wear you out? You shouldn’t be, Alice. After all, all you had to do was lay there– I’m the one who did all the work. And I have to drive us home. That hardly seems fair. Guess you’ll just have to make it up to me tonight, won’t you, my little fuck-toy.” I cut across the lawn, and, wincing at the muddy marks in the grass, head for home.

Alice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

For my Alice, with love.

‘What have we here? Guess this came out of the entertainment budget. Oh well, I suppose it could have been something frivolous like, oh, replacing the dishwasher. Ah, well, priorities.’

I look at the box, half hidden under the bed, and laugh a bit wryly. ‘He paid that much for you? Wow. You’re a high class whore doll, aren’t you, Adventurous Alice. Hm. Let’s see: …Eyes open in wonder as she sits up, and close in orgasmic pleasure as she swoons delicately in your arms.’

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Alice 2

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