He had a red hood over his face and was wearing a ridiculous stretch-spandex suit, white with a red stripe down the side. The thing was crotchless and Alice swallowed when she saw the cock sticking straight out from a dark patch of pubic hair. He was outfitted with a cock ring that clearly kept him hard-and probably also kept him from coming.

“He’s all yours, Mistress Alice.” The guard on the left gave her a brief bow and the one on the right mimicked the gesture.

“Wait-” How many times had she said that during this strange night so far?

“What do you mean?”

“He’s your slave,” the guard on the right explained. “Do with him what you will.” They started to go and the guard on the left looked back and remarked, “He’s a mute.”

Alice stared at the door that disappeared into the wall as they departed, aghast.

The man stayed on his knees, waiting her instruction. This isn’t happening. Alice glanced around the room, sure someone was watching her. This was part of the test.

She was supposed to…what? Dominate this man? That was laughable. He wasn’t quite as big as the Red King, but close. More Wade’s size, which was at least double her own. Besides, she was submissive. She wasn’t always the best bottom, but she had no desire to be on top.

She cleared her throat, blinking at her predicament. What to do? She moved over to the table to look as if she was doing something. There were drawers on one end and she opened them, stunned by the paraphernalia inside-sex toys, rubber gloves, lube.

There were also strange objects she’d never seen before, and lots of packages of those lime-green condom-like things.

I can do this, she told herself, shutting the drawer and trying to imagine what Wade might say or do if he was in her place. By the time she turned around to face the masked man, she almost believed herself. Besides, the wine was making her warm, giving her a bit of liquid courage.