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screw (even though that was written by Henry James, not Dickens). The sensation was so magnificent, so overpowering, Alice couldn’t draw a breath. When she was finally able to fill her lungs she mumbled, “Enn.”
    “That’s ten, Charles,” Heathcliff said. “You’ve given her two.”
    Then her bottom was being cupped, and Alice’s clitoris ignited. Heathcliff was holding the world’s strongest back massager—a Hitachi wand vibrator—against her as Dickens continued his thrusting.
    The combination of both at once was mind-blowing. Alice went into orgasm overload. She couldn’t think, had no control over herself, and lost her mind to the intensity of the experience. It was less like a climax and more like convulsions, taking her to a place she’d never been before.
    Not even in her previous fantasies.
    Alice was vaguely aware of Lewis crying out, so loud that Charles dropped the dildo stick.
    “I do believe that Lewis scared the dickens out of her,” Heathcliff said.
    “He came again,” Madame Bovary said. “Restart her count.”
    “Not a problem,” Dickens said, entering Alice again. “Now let’s change the angle and give that g-spot a workout.”
    As Lewis yelled again, Madame Bovary tugging on his spent cock, Alice gave in fully to the seemingly endless multiple orgasms, one peak crashing into the next until she lost herself completely. She was vaguely aware of Heathcliff licking her neck and her nipples as her body contorted and she was rocked with never ending pleasure.
    Also, she decided that maybe Little Dorrit wasn’t that bad after all.
    It went on and on and on. Dickens kept changing positions and angles, coaxing new sensations from her. Heathcliff fingered her labia open and pressed the Hitachi firmly against her exposed, swollen clitoris, keeping it there even as she thrashed and shook.
    When she reached an uncountable number of climaxes, Alice hung there, limp and exhausted, momentarily confused as to why the gentlemen had stopped. A moment later she was being lowered gently to the floor, Heathcliff rubbing her wrists, Dickens removing the gag and handing her a delicious glass of cold orange juice. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was, and when she looked for Lewis in the other room she noted he was gone.
    “Where’s my husband?” she asked lazily, surprised by how little she cared.
    “Poor chap was having some difficulty maintaining his fifth erection.” Dickens said. “Madame Bovary took him to get a Viagra shot.”
    “Five?” Alice asked. “I only noticed the two.”
    “That’s common during orgasm torture,” Heathcliff said. “The experience is so intense you lose track of time.”
    “How many did I have?”
    “Altogether? Well over a hundred and fifty. But because of Lewis’s poor performance, we can only credit you with thirty.”
    Alice stretched and yawned. “I feel wonderful. Almost drunk.”
    “I’m sorry we had to stop. You were really into it.”
    Alice sipped more juice. “So… while we’re waiting… perhaps the two of you would like to…” She stared at the bulges in each man’s trousers, imagining one in her mouth and one gloriously fucking her.
    “Speaking for us both, we’d love to, Alice.” Heathcliff smiled, but his eyes were sad. “But Madame Bovary said, as soon as you’re able, we’re to take you to the baths.”
    “What happens in the baths?” Alice asked.
    Dickens shrugged. “Baths, of course. Oh, and degenerate sex. Same as every room at the Hellfire Club.”
    “Will you two be joining me?” she asked. She’d grown fond of them and could imagine lounging in warm water, a stiff cock in each hand.
    “That would be lovely,” Dickens said. “But we have to stay here and work on a woman named Jezebel . She fell off a beanstalk or some such silliness. We’re supposed to take her mind off of things.”
    “Oh. Well, I can’t say that I’m not disappointed. You both were quite extraordinary, and I haven’t come that