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salmon_pink) wrote2014-04-16 08:03 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-04-16 08:03 pm
(Disney) Red Raw
Title: Red Raw
Fandom: Disney (Alice In Wonderland)
Pairing: Queen Of Hearts/Alice
Rating: NC-17
Words: 236
Notes: Bondage. Paddling. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "red".
Alice may be an adult now, but she still dreams of Wonderland. She dreams of being lost in the castle maze, the Queen’s voice following her, screaming for her head. She dreams of stumbling through the Tulgey Wood, clothes ripped and endless darkness spread out around her. She dreams older dreams, adult dreams, the kind her younger self would not understand, the kind she cannot escape from.
She dreams of being brought before the court, hands chained behind her naked body. She dreams of the Queen of Hearts staring down at her through narrowed and hungry eyes as Alice blushes and fidgets and cannot cover herself. She dreams of growing impossibly tall, laying on her back within the castle, legs spread, knowing the Queen can see everything of her womanhood. She dreams of being frighteningly small, held within the Queen’s palm, riding the length of one stubby finger, sex slick between her thighs. She dreams of being draped across the Queen’s lap, the cheeks of her backside burning from the smack of a heart-shaped paddle.
Alice wakes gasping each night, sweating and flushed and full of shame and lust. In her mind, Wonderland has changed so much, an adult’s playground now, and it always the same face that Alice sees when she closes her eyes, when she reaches between her legs, surrendering to her memories of the Queen of Hearts, her mind painted red with desire.
Fandom: Disney (Alice In Wonderland)
Pairing: Queen Of Hearts/Alice
Rating: NC-17
Words: 236
Notes: Bondage. Paddling. For
100_women, prompt "red".Alice may be an adult now, but she still dreams of Wonderland. She dreams of being lost in the castle maze, the Queen’s voice following her, screaming for her head. She dreams of stumbling through the Tulgey Wood, clothes ripped and endless darkness spread out around her. She dreams older dreams, adult dreams, the kind her younger self would not understand, the kind she cannot escape from.
She dreams of being brought before the court, hands chained behind her naked body. She dreams of the Queen of Hearts staring down at her through narrowed and hungry eyes as Alice blushes and fidgets and cannot cover herself. She dreams of growing impossibly tall, laying on her back within the castle, legs spread, knowing the Queen can see everything of her womanhood. She dreams of being frighteningly small, held within the Queen’s palm, riding the length of one stubby finger, sex slick between her thighs. She dreams of being draped across the Queen’s lap, the cheeks of her backside burning from the smack of a heart-shaped paddle.
Alice wakes gasping each night, sweating and flushed and full of shame and lust. In her mind, Wonderland has changed so much, an adult’s playground now, and it always the same face that Alice sees when she closes her eyes, when she reaches between her legs, surrendering to her memories of the Queen of Hearts, her mind painted red with desire.