The Faces of Alice: Part Four

Alice (Sara Luvv) wakes up thrashing, voices cracking like thunder inside her skull. One name wants pussy, the other lipstick; they pull her limbs different ways. Al wins this round. She drags a black smoky robe over her shoulders and starts lining up names: Jenna Sativa first, then Charlotte, Abigail last. Her cocky stride lasts until she blacks out mid-stroke, body still moving though the lights are off. Alice blinks back into daylight and finds herself naked on the porch, a stranger pressing flowers into her limp hand. She slams the door, drops into a trembling heap behind it just as Ellen (Serena Blair) from Safe Spaces knocks. Christy made the call. The smell of incense drifts through the cracks. Grateful, scared, Alice tells her everything: missing time, the migraines, the deep suspicion that last night she fucked a goddess and woke up haunted. She can feel fingers inside her that aren’t hers, two hungry ghosts stroking where her own hands can’t reach. Ellen listens, nods, offers the rite. Alice lets the robe fall. She lies back on the wooden floor ringed by candles. Ellen’s palms sweep the air above her ribs, murmuring the names. Al surfaces first—cocky grin, calloused grip—and dives straight for Ellen’s mouth. Alicia isn’t far behind, feeding the woman one dark, puffy nipple while she murmurs soft encouragement. Ellen pushes against them, decency trying to win; then her face meets the floor. Al’s tongue lashes her asshole, fingers buried to the knuckles in her cunt until Ellen convulses, pleasure pouring out in gasping sobs. Plough position—Ellen’s spine bent, heels hooked behind her ears—lets Alicia slip in next. She opens pale legs and commands Ellen to lick the neat landing strip. Obedient tongue finds slick heat; Alicia comes quietly, shaking, whispering filthy praise into the air. Al returns, hungry for friction. She throws herself onto Ellen, hips slamming in a furious grind until both women cry out together. Alicia rejoins, softer, and the three grind in a slick, rocking knot until Ellen forgets why she ever meant to refuse. Alice fights upward through the haze, tries to warn her guest, but the other two laugh and drag her back down. The door slams; the three of them—bodies moving as one—head out to hunt the rest of their list. Ellen stays where they left her, locked behind the closet door, breath still ragged.