The Knave opened up a portable throne and placed a cushion on the seat. “I must gird my loins,” said the Queen. She removed her skirt and stood in a pair of pantalettes, with a harness around her hips. Set into the harness was a slender godemiche or dildo made of bone but covered in white silk, embroidered with the royal monogram.

“Come here, maiden Alice,” commanded the queen.

“Yes, your Majesty?” asked Alice. She was not sure what was expected of her, but her self-consciousness had formed itself into a burning in her cunny, which now felt as moist as a mouth that expects to be fed.

“Would you like to sit facing me, or back-to-front?”

Alice was now standing quite close to the Queen, whose features were more handsome than delicate, and whose whole demeanor unnerved Alice, despite her desire to be deflowered and honored for it.

“Back-to-front, if it please Your Majesty,” she answered.

“You please me greatly, my dear,” said the Queen, smiling so broadly that she looked almost amiable. She wrapped her arms around Alice’s backside and pulled her forward until Alice was standing between the Queen’s knees. The Queen then held Alice’s left breast and lifted it while bending down to bestow a long, sucking kiss on its hard little nubbin. She then switched sides to give its twin the same treatment.

“I could spend the whole day kissing you, Alice,” she said, “but we have more serious business to attend to. You must sit on my lap and lower yourself onto my love-spear until you are fully seated like a general in the saddle. It will hurt you a little the first time, but once the deed is done, you will be glad for it.”

Alice climbed onto the Queen’s lap, and found that even the royal thighs were hard under their thin covering. Nervously, Alice reached back and positioned the godemiche so that it barely penetrated her lower lips. As the Queen held her arms to steady her, Alice began a slow backward descent.

“Go, Alice!” shouted one of the men in livery.

“Be brave, Alice!” urged the Knave.

“Open yourself for me, darling!” added the Mad Hatter.

“Courage, dear!” said Dinah the cat, the throbbing rhythm of a heartbeat faintly audible in her voice.

The group of onlookers began clapping in rhythm as Alice lowered herself, inch by inch, onto the very solid object that forged a path where none had gone before. “Oh!” she said, feeling a burning tear deep inside her. Luckily, the fluid she had produced earlier helped pave the way.

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“Becoming Alice” appears in The Princess and the Outlaw: Tales from the Torrid Past (Lethe) and The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 13 (Running Press).

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Jean Roberta teaches English and creative writing in a Canadian university, and writes in several genres. Her fantasy erotica includes “Taste” in Best Erotic Fantasy and Science Fiction, “Smoke” in Best Fantastic Erotica, and “The Way to a Man’s Heart” in Like a Sword, all from Circlet. Her bisexual pirate saga, The Flight of the Black Swan: A Bawdy Novella (Lethe) is available in several formats, including audiobook. She blogs here: www.ohgetagrip.blogspot.com and here: www.erotica-readers.blogspot.com.  More here: www.JeanRoberta.com