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Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 01

By: nylonleglover



CHAPTER 1

Drumming her fingers idly on the keyboard, Alice looked longingly at the clock. Uncrossing her black nylon covered legs, she smirked wantonly at the luxurious feeling of her warm silken thighs rubbing together. A small tremor of pleasure that tingled in her pussy made her shiver slightly with delight. While being a personal secretary for the CEO of a major hosiery company wasn't the most glamorous of professions she could have chosen, she loved having to dress in skirts every day and of course the near unlimited supply of pantyhose, tights and stockings from consumer samples that just so happened to make their way into her purse almost daily.

Grinning a little more widely, she reveled in her ingeniousness at how to transport her latest black pair home. She'd come to work wearing a dark brown sandalfoot pair of nylons, but seeing the new sheer black hose that were available she took the sample to the bathroom and slipped them on over her brown pair. Rubbing her knees together, the sudden reminder of how it felt to slip on a supple pair of nylons over her already silky legs made her pussy wet. Wriggling her toes in her 3 inch black heels, the compounded web of silk rubbing against her foot excited her more and made her wish she was home with her small, but satisfying collection of pleasure devices.

Breaking her out of her silken trance the door to the boss' office opened smoothly with a click. "That'll be all today Alice... I'll be working late tonight again so please leave the lights on as you depart." 

"Yes, Sir Mr. Van Pelton." Alice replied with a sincere smile. He was a nice enough boss. Paid her well for her minimal secretarial duties, let her take the vacation periods she wanted during the holidays and always remembered her birthday, but while he had a clean well laced exterior he also had a slightly more dirty side. 

Getting up from her desk with her purse, Alice donned her long black woolen pea coat, pulling the waist tight around her black skirted waistline. "Have a good evening Sir," she replied as she walked towards the elevators, the resounding "clack" from her heels making a sensual rhythm while she intentionally rubbed her long silky legs together with each step. From the corner of her eye she could see Mr. Van Pelton looking intently at her legs. He always let her go early and always waited till she left so he could oogle her . She didn't object because the work was good, and the poor horny old goat never made passes at her, so it was all good and fine.

"Time to enjoy your pantyhose, Sir?" She mocked under her breath with a quizzical expression of genuine curiosity. Having taken enough pantyhose from the samples bin in the office she knew well how many pairs were in it every night and noticed every so often that a pair would be missing when she came into work in the morning. 

Alice didn't mind men being infatuated with pantyhose, especially during sex.. the sound of nylon rubbing against nylon during crotch-less copulation was a marvelous noise. Sadly Mr. Van Pelton wasn't one she'd care to see in any form of hosiery. Bless him though, he kept to himself. All the sudden, thinking of pantyhose sex made a new jolt of wetness well up in her pussy lips. Damn she was getting horny and she hadn't even made it home yet. 

The elevator arrived on time with succinct swiftness, and as Alice waited for the long drop of 24 floors to end, she set down her purse to pull up her nylons. Having on two pairs was heaven but they were so slippery they needed to be pulled up every so often. Parting her jacket she let her silken thigh slide past the part in her skirt and reveled in the look of her double silk clad leg. She had very nice legs and was proud of how they looked. Letting a purr escape her lips, she pinched and tugged the thin nylon over her calves, past her knees and up her thighs to her now moist crotch. Shit, she thought, 'my panties are soaked through too!'

Running two fingers between her legs over her sheer, double pantyhose encased pussy, Alice began to rub her clit slowly with long circling strokes that were like lightning with each touch. She'd always had a very sensitive clit and pussy, and had even squirted during climax on a few rare occasions, but when she wore nylons it was like magnifying her pleasure by one hundred times. "You need to be fucked don't you baby?" she uttered down to her warm loins with an almost motherly tone.

With a ding that made her jump with an audible 'eep' she quickly smoothed over her skirt and pea coat and with purse back in hand, exited the elevator. She hadn't been caught yet, but her daily trysts were become more and more bold. A few steps across the lobby, through the large glass doors ,that had frosted images of legs etched in them, and she was right out onto the street. It was cold today and it had started snowing early in the morning. She loved winter as it reminded her of her youth and growing up in the western part of New York State. After she'd graduated from college and turned 23 she'd left her small home town and ventured to the Big Apple.

Turning her deep, sea blue eyes to the skies, she pursed her lips together and blew a stream of white misty breath up into the cascading snowflakes, watching them flurry everywhere.

Taking out her cashmere scarf she wrapped it twice around her bare neck and long golden blonde hair. It was down to the middle of her back again, and she could have sworn she'd just had it trimmed. "'Another trip to the salon I suppose," she muttered with a wistful huff. 

The walk home was always pleasant. Having a good two mile walk helped keep her legs tone and gave her a very long twenty-five minutes to enjoy her pantyhose. Each step was heaven as her silky covered toes squished into her shoes. Every so often her heel would pop out from the back of her shoe and a small draft of cold air would waft under her soles, tickling her feet lightly. The worst thing about snow was it was murder on dress shoes and very cold on feet, if the sidewalks hadn't been shoveled.

As she walked, she reflected back to try and resolve exactly where her passion for nylons and stockings had come from. Her mother had worn them all her life when she was growing up. A regular Jude Cleaver at home wearing a dress daily, and those brown stockings with the seam up the back. Alice remembered walking into the bathroom every so often in the middle of a nylon jungle. Six pairs of silk stockings would be hung on the clothes lines, on the curtain rod and the shower curtain making a translucent wall of silk. Alice used to run her hands along them, put her hands inside to feel the softness, rub it against her cheek and face, and sometimes even kiss her hand to have the silk touch her lips.

She'd grown up in dresses too. Mom always had her dressed nicely. Like mother like daughter. Then there was the opaque white tights from ballet, the black tights for her flute recitals, the tan nylons from her cheerleading days and then the very pleasurable cornucopia of nylon wearing that she expanded on and became enraptured in during her vicarious college days. Whether she was alone in the universe or not, Alice didn't care. She adored nylons in every form, fashion, style and color and would till the end of her days.

Coming abruptly to a halt at the entrance to her street, her entire block had been roped off with those white construction saw horses cordoning off her main route to her loft apartment. The blinking orange light made her squint in the darkness. There had been flyers stuck to doors but she hadn't paid much heed to them. Something about electric work on the street lamps to change out the old archaic ones that rarely worked anyways with newer fixtures. Dammit, she thought as a shiver of cold, instead of nylon pleasure, shot up her spine. "I'm sure this is to keep out cars, not people," she assured herself. Deftly slipping between two of the barricades, she walked into the darkness trying to count the shapes of houses on the dark street to find her door.

A beat later as she was straining into the dark to read a snow covered mailbox, her foot stumbled on something round and hard twisting her ankle suddenly. "OUCH!" She cried bending down to sooth her wound. She was standing next to more of the barricades, but their lights weren't working. She reached out to hold onto one for balance, her blonde hair cascading past her shoulders while she grumbled at the ache in her right ankle. Now she'd have to take her pantyhose off to soak her foot in warm water, she thought with a frown.

Suddenly slipping on the packed snow in the road, and being off balance, her left foot gave out from under her and she tumbled between the two barricades. Expecting to hit the road, she fell headlong into a giant opened hole in the pavement. Waiting for the impact to come rushing up at her, Alice's heart raced in panic. Glimpses of roots and earth whizzed by her, but amazingly she didn't hit the bottom. Her stomach leapt up into her throat, like the sensation one gets during the first steep drop of a rollercoaster, as she continued to fall.

And then she fell and fell and fell. 'The hole can't be this deep' she thought to herself. The temperature went from frigid cold to soothing warmth that bore small hints of wood smoke. Suddenly after several seconds, a light began to come into focus from below. Pipes and roots, boards and rails all poked out at impossible angles along the wall of the tunnel, seeking to snare Alice, but none of them touched her as she continued to tumble. Eventually the light became so bright, like looking into a spotlight, that Alice shut her eyes tight against the blinding white.

Finally the world slowed to a stop. Her stomach returned to its rightful spot in her belly and it felt as if she were falling through cotton balls. Her speed slowed and the air became thicker as if gravity itself were diminishing, until at last she was in the great white light with nothing around to be seen. Then, without warning, Alice landed on a cool stone floor with a slight, albeit abrupt thump and everything went black.

To be Continued...

Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 02



Opening her blurry eyes, Alice propped herself up on an elbow trying to shake the small wave of nausea that swept through her stomach. Sitting up on her knees, she rubbed her eyes in earnest trying to get her vision to clear. When she lowered her hands she noticed things beginning to come into focus. The white nothingness she had fallen through was gone and replaced with a silver-gray room bore of stone and metal. Her eyes, finally able to focus, revealed the room she was in for the first time. 

The room was large, approximately 30 feet across and at least twice that in height. The room was shaped like an octagon, with elaborate gray marble pillars partitioning each wall. The floor was a lovely marble pattern of white and black stone that showed some age with small cracks and chips. Each wall had a silver mirror of different sizes and adornment ranging from one foot in height to 10 feet high. In the center of the room stood an amazing statue made of gleaming polished gold that was an amalgam of shapes, scenes and women. It was almost like a totem pole with the scenes molded one on top of the other. The pole itself stretched from the floor all the way up to the darkened ceiling showing odd shapes and sculptures along its length.

Standing up to look around the room, Alice noticed a run in her black pantyhose. "Great" she muttered to herself, remembering how much trouble she'd gone through to smuggle them out of the office. She was also without shoes. Somewhere along the plummet to this place, the voyage had gobbled up her heels and she was now in her stocking feet. "Pity... I got those shoes on sale" she muttered again.

It was warm here, too. Having run through the snow for the better part of the last 25 minutes, Alice's warm pea coat and scarf were now making her unbearably hot. Doffing her cold weather attire she dropped it on the floor and continued examining her surroundings in her white satin blouse and black skirt. Thankfully the heat was also drying her snow dampened blonde hair

Walking towards one of the mirrors, she instinctively composed her appearance straightening her blouse buttons and her nylons. Reaching out cautiously to touch one of the mirrors, Alice heard a liquid sound like running water. Looking down, a teardrop, that looked poured out of pure mercury, seethed out from the mirror's shiny surface to form an antique copper doorknob with a keyhole.

Bewildered, Alice tried the door only to find it locked. Pursing up her lips in disappointment, she looked to the other silver mirror frames. One by one, she walked around the room to each wall, and every time she was met with the same disappointment. All the doors were as unique and different as their frames. One was wrought black iron, one was an elegantly engraved silver handle, one had a wooden knob and several others were a conglomeration of door handles from ages past. The one thing in common was they were all locked. Frustrated, confused and scared Alice started to cry softly with short sniffles and sobs.

"Alice," a voice whispered. 

Turning with a start, wiping away tears, she didn't see anyone around. The voice had sounded as if it had been sung by many voices combined into one. 

"Alice," the soft voice beckoned again. 

This time Alice believed it came from the statue in the center of the room. Walking around to the face side of the statue she saw the form of a beautiful woman wearing nothing but embossed golden stockings that had roses etched along the tops. Her right arm was strangely outstretched forming a cupped hand. She was about the same size as Alice with long golden sculpted hair that melded around her voluptuous form into other shapes of wolves, pirate ships, and beautiful flowers towards the floor. 

"Alice," the voice said again, though this time the lips moved and the golden eyes opened to stare at her. Jumping back two feet with a cry, Alice covered her mouth in disbelief, tears welling up slightly. How could a statue come to life and talk? "Allliicccceeeeeee," the voice drawled out soothingly, the eyes looking down at her cupped hand.

Following her gaze, the last of her sobbing done, Alice saw the golden fingertips begin to ebb the same mercury silver liquid that she saw in the mirrors. As it poured down into the statue's palm, the small droplets swirled each other like balls on a roulette wheel before massing and forming into a three-inch silver key.

Realizing what it was, Alice reached out and plucked the key apprehensively. Instead of being wet and intangible, the key was as solid as steel. Running to the mirrors again, Alice used the key on every lock possible, but several times the key was too big, or entirely too small. Looking down at the foot-high silver mirror that had a platinum colored handle, Alice knelt down and tried the key. With a click the door handle opened and the mirror swung, as if on hinges, to reveal a marvelous land full of amazing colors and unbelievable landscapes stretching off into the blue and rose colored sky.

Sadly, try as she might, Alice discovered she was entirely too big to squeeze through the small portal. Lying down on the stone floor and trying to wedge through the door, she was met with futility as her silky, slippery pantyhose legs bore no traction on the slick stone.

Withdrawing from the tiny portal, the mirror closed shut by itself and spat out the key with a tiny clink as it landed near her nylon coated knees. Picking up the key, Alice frowned. Not hardly as easy as she would have thought. "Seriously who makes doors entirely too small for entirely too large of a person to fit through?" Alice asked the unseen architect of this odd room.

Looking at the key, and then back at the beautiful golden statue, Alice got an idea. Walking around to face the golden stocking legged statue woman with pirates in her hair, she looked into the open eyes that were still staring down at its hand. "Excuse me statue, but how do I get through the door?" Nothing happened. 

'Fantastic,' she thought, it's a one trick pony. It spits out a key and leaves you stranded with runs in your pantyhose, without shoes, in a room full of mirror doors that won't open except the smallest one that you couldn't squeeze a hobbit through. She huffed loudly with a small chuckle. How funny. Only moments ago she was afraid of the talking statue and now expected it to bail her out of this puzzle.

"The key," it suddenly replied, still looking down, in a voice that was like velvet and rose petals. Following its gaze to the outstretched hand, Alice replaced the key where she had found it.

"I used the key to open the door, but it's too small to fit through, or rather I'm too large to fit through it," Alice replied pleadingly. "How do I get through the door?"

"Kiss me," the woman said, her penetrating eyes coming up to gaze into Alice's sea-blue eyes.

Stepping back apprehensively, Alice stared at the statue. Its face seemed to glimmer as if more fluid and soft. "You mean if I kiss you, I'll get out of this room?" Alice asked.

"Kiss me," the statue replied again, with an angel's voice that made Alice dizzy. It wasn't like she hadn't kissed a girl before. Her college roommate, Sara had been her part time pantyhose lover when boyfriends were scarce. She began to recall several occasions when she had so many orgasms in her pantyhose passions that her pussy felt like it would be sensitive forever. Thinking about kissing her former fling made her panties begin to moisten again. 

"Kissssssssss meeeee," the statue beckoned with a more seductive, resounding voice, that made Alice feel slightly drunk.

Walking up to the statue with small steady steps, Alice's was suddenly very aware of her pantyhose again as they whispered with her approach. Her body was getting warmer and the silk on her legs felt a dozen times softer with two pairs gliding over each other. The statue was immaculate, and for some reason she yearned to kiss the golden lips that seemed as soft as satin. 

Placing her hands on the statues thighs, the gold was warm and soft like nylon stockings, but had a metal plating that was slippery. Closing her eyes, Alice yearned for the kiss as she leaned in towards the beautiful face. The statue breathed out lightly before their lips touched and Alice was reminded of honeysuckle. Pressing her pink lips to the statue, the golden lips melded under her pressure and gave slightly kissing Alice back. Their moist lips kissed passionately as if the statue knew how to be a human lover. 

Pressing her groin flat against the naked sex of the statue, Alice ran her hands up and down the silky metal legs as she gave herself over to the kiss. The statues lips sensually kissed Alice's. Feeling even more compliant, Alice's breath came in gasps as she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue past her golden lover's lips. The statue moaned with a sound like gods loving, opening its mouth in return and letting its slippery tongue glide into Alice's wanting mouth.

Then Alice tasted something. The saliva from the statue was rich and sweet like butter cream frosting on carrot cake. It was delicious and Alice hungered for it. Her body felt electric with the rapturous joy from the kiss and she began to flick her tongue with tenacity, licking the statues lips and sucking her tongue with sensual determination.

Suddenly the sweet golden lips were gone, and Alice felt so faint she thought she might pass out. Opening her eyes, she saw the statue growing to enormous proportions, the outstretched hand rising up above her as the room continued to expand and expand. 

Her pantyhose immediately told her something wasn't quite right. Not because they began to speak like the statue, but because they were becoming increasingly loose and baggy. It finally dawned on her that the room wasn't growing; rather she was shrinking at an alarming rate. Her skirt and blouse became so large they fell completely off her hips and shoulders. In a mad attempt to keep some clothing on she grabbed the top of her panties and pantyhose with one hand, while the other held her bra against her breasts.

Looking at the room, every single detail magnified, Alice bunched up the loose nylons and black lace undergarments and ran like a princess in a ballroom gown towards the tiny silver door. It was a little odd and yet fun at the same time to be in stocking feet when the nylons were as baggy as potato sacks. This would make a wonderful sleeping bag she thought to herself as her new body stocking rubbed along her belly and ass. After a minute of running from the statue, that had taken her only seconds to cross before, Alice finally reached the miniature door. 

Reaching out, the teardrop of mercury formed the ornate platinum handle once again, albeit larger this time. Trying to turn the handle the door gave a resounding click but did not budge. "The key!" she said. Looking around at her pantyhose and undergarments and then back to her skirt; the sudden realization of where she'd set the key finally dawned on her.

"Oh no," she said, a shaking hand covering her mouth. "FUCK ME!!!" she shouted up at the statue with the outstretched hand. "I get shrunk to a foot tall and forget the goddamn key to the door?!" 

"Aaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhh  Shit!" She shouted again to no one but herself, blowing her blonde hair out of her face. Frustrated, yet determined, she bunched up her pantyhose and ran back to the statue.

Looking up at the golden hand that was at least 2 feet out of her reach, she pondered climbing the statue, but it looked entirely too slick to get anywhere but a couple inches off the ground.

"Great, how the hell do I get through the door now," she muttered.

"The key," the statue said. This time the voice didn't come from the lips she had kissed so deliciously, it came from behind the statue. Walking around Alice saw a smaller form of the statue that she hadn't noticed before because she had been too big. This carving was different though. Her hair was in a large bun on top of her hair that was lavishly decorated with braces, chains and golden etched jewels. The figure was wearing the same golden rose patterned stockings but this time the shape was sitting astride a long curved beam that reminded her of a saddle. Sitting on the saddle to face the statue, Alice Looked into the open eyes and said, "How do I get through the door at this size?"

"The keeeyyyyyyy," the statue purred with her enchanting voice.

"I'm sorry, but I left the key up there, and now I can't get through the door. How am I supposed to get back up there to get the key?" Alice asked in a little too much of a begging voice.

"Take me" the statue cooed .

"I don't underst.. WHOA!!" Alice cried as she felt something hard growing up from the seat of the saddle. Jumping back, an armful of pantyhose cradled in her arms, she saw a golden curved rod about seven of her inches in length and an inch round, meld up from the surface of the saddle.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me.. There's no way I'm having sex with a sta.." Alice began before the statue interrupted her.

"Allliccccccccccee..... Take meeee" the statue said, its voice everywhere in the enormous room and inside her mind. She smelled honeysuckle on its breath again and swooned slightly from the dizzying scent that drew her forward. 

Alice remembered the intoxicating feeling she'd had when she kissed the statue before and the electric feeling that had shot through her body when she'd tasted the butter cream sweetness of her golden lover's mouth.

Moving over the golden phallus, Alice became aware that her body was more excited than she admitted to herself as a slippery bead of her quivering essence dripped down the inside of her leg. 

"Allllicccccceeeeeeeee," the statue drawled enchanting her more. 

Pulling her pantyhose down around her thighs and pulling them through her legs so her pussy was exposed to the horned saddle seat, Alice stood up onto her tip toes inching forward towards the statue. The nylon pressing against the front of her legs began sending intense shivers through her entire body in anticipation of having something inside her.

'God, why do I have such a weakness for sex in my pantyhose,' Alice pondered as if in a dream. Then in one slow motion, she lowered her wanting pussy onto the tip of the rod. As soon as it touched her flesh, it was warm and comforting, like a nice hot bath. She was well greased from her own excitement, but the subtle vibration that emanated from the golden shaft spiraled right to her clit and inside her quim making her shriek in surprise.

"Oooooohhhhh God..." Alice uttered as she slowly sank onto the rod with fluid grace. The shaft became thicker and thicker as she took it into herself and after gliding up and down a few times to lubricate it with her sex, she sat down onto the saddle with a throaty moan; the entire length of the seven inches buried deep and throbbing inside her.

"Oooooohhhhh God..." the golden statue moaned in pleasurable response making Alice's legs quiver. Grinding back and forth slowly, Alice could feel the warm golden shaft vibrating more intensely with a pulsing action. Unable to contain herself from enjoying the addictive pleasure any longer, Alice began to ride up and down the full length of the shaft grinding hard against the saddle with the wet sound of sex.

Over and over her body rose and fell. Before long a light perspiration beaded up on her skin as she worked herself closer to climax. 

"Take me," the golden lips said breathlessly, and then unexpectedly her supple metallic form jolted. The statues gilded breasts heaved, her eyes rolling back into her head as her perfect shiny lips opened wide in silent joy.

Before Alice knew what was happening, the phallus swelled throughout its length and then as she slammed down onto it one final time, it pulsed with a powerful shudder that exploded in Alice's belly with sensuous, tickling warmth that felt like a thousand tiny fingers caressing her swollen pussy.

"Oh shit!" Alice exclaimed, grinding her clit against the saddle. Feeling the throbbing inside her pussy put her over the edge and Alice began to come in shuttering waves. Over and over again she jerked her hips down onto the golden horn until as she was just getting started to renew her sexual vigor, her pantyhose began getting tighter.

'Huh?' she pondered curiously.

With a sensation that felt like riding an elevator Alice began to grow again. Still convulsing with the power of her orgasm she was disappointed when her silken legs grew so long that they lifted her off of the rod with a moist slurping sound. A golden liquid, like honey ebbed from her wet pussy lips, and most likely was a similar tincture that had caused her to shrink.

In anticipation of reaching her full height again, she began pulling up both pairs of her nylons, and her black lace thong panties. Her bra was next as she reached her full height and she could now reach around and grab the key from the open hand of the statue. But something else was wrong. The key was tinier than she recalled, as was the hand, and both continued to shrink. Her pantyhose, just finally put into place along with her underwear began to tighten to the point of being nearly unbearable. 

With a ripping sound like linen curtains being hewn in half, her nylons, both blessed pairs, split and tore all along her legs from toe to calf and from knee to ass. Her panties strained but held fast as she grew and grew towards the ceiling of the room. Her bra was the next to go and ripped apart in the front leaving each tiny cup dangling from her straps still fastened around her shoulders. Looking up, the ceiling continued to close as she grew to an enormous height. 

"Stop, stop STOP!!!" she cried as her head bumped the arched stone ceiling, and as if on cue, she did just that. Looking into her hand at the key, it seemed no larger than a mosquito. 'Well this is brilliant' she thought.

Immediately looking to the statue that connected to the ceiling she saw a statue that was carved much larger than the one in the middle. Its golden face looked at Alice blankly without emotion.

"Well this simply won't do to get me through the door now will it?" she asked her gilded love. Looking a the key and then down to the tiny door and back to the face of the upper carving, she stooped down to the golden lips. "I hope this works."

The lips responded eagerly by kissing Alice back. Again she was drawn into the kiss and her loins, so recently satisfied began to stir. Their tongues met and shared the sweet taste of butter cream frosting, and an instant later she was shrinking again. Seconds had barely a chance to pass before she was again on the floor. Her pantyhose were destroyed beyond belief, her bra was useless and tattered, her panties were soiled with her love fluid and her skirt and blouse were too enormous to be of any use.

Shirking out of her rags she walked over to her pea coat and grabbed her scarf wrapping it around her naked body like a toga. The cashmere was velveteen on her warm skin and she purred lightly in its tickling comfort. Looking down at the key, now the size of her foot, Alice trotted back to the door and in an instant had the platinum silver mirror door unlocked and opened.

Holding up her garb, she stepped through onto stone steps, letting the door close behind her with a click. A path of cool stones set out from the door way, winding its way into the distance, yet looking back revealed nothing more than a door frame and a silver mirror resting on a hill of grass. There was no building she had come out of; it was simply a frame out here in the wilds and nothing more.

"Well this gets weirder and weirder by the second doesn't it Alice," she said to herself in wonderment. The sky was the color of cotton candy drifting into an ocean. The grass was greener than anything she had seen and the plants, numbering in the thousands, grew in odd bunches of shrubs and trees, weeds and thicket all along the path. A deep spruce forest was off to the left of the path while an oak forest was off to its right. Giant mushrooms grew in places and jutting stones were seen in the mountains beyond. 




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 02



"What a wonderland!" Alice said to no one in particular. It just so happens, though, that no one in particular answered her back.

"Sweetheart, you haven't seen anything yet," said a friendly female voice from in front of her. Squinting her eyes to see, she saw nothing, yet it had sounded as if the voice had been right there.

"Who said that?!" Alice asked turning around in circles.

"I did," said the voice. 

Turning her gaze to the sound, Alice came face to face with a pair of emerald green floating eyes that glowed with an unknown power. Wisps of smoke curled out from behind the eyes and a woman's head suddenly formed without a body.

"BOO!" she exclaimed with a playful grin.

And that was when Alice fainted.

To be Continued...



Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 03



In her dream she was chasing a white rabbit; a funny fellow who looked entirely too nervous for a rabbit to be. He had a small red waist coat with gold buttons and a silver pocket watch that droned with a very audible ticking sound. Running after him, Alice could hear herself shouting but the words were barely a whisper. "Why are you running, hare?"

"Oh dear, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!!!," was all he remarked beating feet around bushes and ducking under roots from trees that had grown in gnarled hoops out of the ground.

"What are you late for?" She shouted barely able to keep up with his pace through the underbrush."

"I must find Alice!" he exclaimed. "I must find Alice!!"

"But I'm ALICE!!!!!" She shouted again... "I'm.."

"Alice," a voice, not her own, called inside her mind. She stopped in her dream looking around, but she was alone in the woods.

"Aliceeee," the voice called again, this time things became dark and she was aware of pain in her head.

"ALICE," a clear ringing voice said.

Fluttering her eyes open, she saw the face of a beautiful woman. Her face was blocking out the light, as Alice finally came to her senses. "Oh thank God you found me. I knew I must have hit my head when I fell down that hole in the asphalt."

"Poor darling, you hit your head harder than you thought. You've been going on for minutes about a crazy rabbit in a waist coat with a pocket watch." 

Smiling to herself, Alice looked up again at the lovely woman who was right in front of her eyes, then remembered when she'd seen the angelic face before and more realization dawned on her. Looking around she was on a stone path with the greenest grass in the world under a pink and sapphire sky with undulating waves of shrubs and trees as far as she could see.

"Ahhh!!" Alice cried as she sat up suddenly, kicking back with her naked heels on the stone to get away from the floating head. "Oh my God, I'm still dreaming!"

Then the pain in her head returned and she winced through gritted teeth, grabbing the back of her hair to sooth the ache where she'd apparently fallen and bumped her noggin'.

As the head spun around once slowly like the hands of a clock, the face in front of her seemed sympathetic to her pain, and her eyebrows furrowed in compassion. "I wish you'd let me help you, Alice. That's why I'm here."

Pulling her cashmere body robe, that was formerly a very nice Macy's scarf, up around her chest to hide her breasts, Alice calmed down slightly while still wincing with pain. "You're here to help me?" she asked the floating head.

Nodding blissfully, a friendly smile widening her cheeks, the lovely woman became more solid with each second. Her lovely face shifted from a transparent wisp of blue smoke into a light cream color, dotted lightly with freckles on the bridge of her nose. Her blazing green eyes softened and her hair that had seemed more ghostlike, grew down into shoulder length chestnut locks that shined in the morning sunrise. Without her face moving, the blue smoke rapidly boiled and swirled to form her body that was straddling Alice's legs and hips. Another instant blinked by and she had supple arms, and a delicate body with perky petite B cup sized breasts. Her waist and hips became solid followed by her long lovely slender legs. 

She was shorter compared to Alice, around 5 feet and some change if she guessed right. She was dressed in a blue dress that reminded Alice of a milk maid's outfit from Halloween. The pleated folds of blue were satiny sheer while the billowing white underskirt that didn't go past her thigh was a soft cotton material that had tatted lace on the edges. Her arms were bare, save the puffy shoulders of her dress, but her legs were the most intriguing. She wore bleach white opaque tights that hugged her shapely legs with purpose and wore black Mary Jane shoes on her petite feet. She was absolutely delightful to look at, and Alice couldn't help but long to have her pantyhose back.

"How...how can you help me?" Alice asked warily.

"For starters," the young woman said, leaning toward Alice's head. Instinctively Alice inched back, but the woman was too swift. With a motherly gentleness, the woman kissed Alice's forehead with her thin moist lips. As she backed away, only holding the kiss for a few seconds, Alice could feel her skin tingling where her lips had touched and then most abruptly, her headache faded into nothingness. 

Eyes wide, Alice stared in amazement at her healer. "That's amazing! How did you do that? Who are you?"

"My name is Gwendolyn, and I am your guide through Wonderland , but you can call me Gwen," she said with a flip of her hair and wink of her green eyes. 

"How did I get here Gwen?" Alice asked apprehensively.

With a smirk, Gwen lifted off the ground, as if on a cloud, and began to lightly float around Alice in a lazy circle, rolling around playfully in the air with her skirt fluttering ever so slightly. "You fell down a hole, silly Alice. That is how you got here."

Rolling her eyes dubiously, Alice sat up and watched Gwen writhe through the air. "I guessed that much! What I mean is what brought me here? Why am I in this... this Wonderland?"

"YOU brought you here, silly Alice....You wanted to come here," Gwen said with a lilting tone, before vanishing in a puff of blue smoke.

"But I don't know where I am, let alone why I'd choose to come to a place I've never been to nor understand!" Alice exclaimed, looking around in a panic at being alone again.

"Wonderland is a journey of your desires, Alice," Gwen whispered in her ear, reappearing over her shoulder as she continued to make circles in the air.

"That doesn't make sense, Gwen?" Alice retorted, focusing back on Gwen as she came around to rest on her haunches in front of Alice. Looking at Gwen's folded knees in front of her, Alice could clearly see up her pretty powder blue and white dress. Her tights were alluring as they hugged her small legs, and Alice couldn't help but notice the shape of her pussy lips pressed against the taught nylon. She wasn't wearing any underwear, Alice noticed. 

"I mean.. it doesn't make sense that desire can become a tangible place. I've woken up twice today here and both times, I've been hurt or bumped..."

"..Or pleasured," Gwen finished. 

Following Alice's gaze between her white nylon thighs, Gwen lifted the edge of her dress and spread her knees to reveal her tights encased pussy. "This place is a Wonderland of your desires Alice, and you are the only one who can walk the path to find your way through it. How to get here or there is up to you. Where here is now, there is then" Gwen spoke in riddles. "I am only your guide here, and I'll help you as much as I can. To that end I need to make sure you're prepared for your journey."

"Would you like your pantyhose back, Alice?" Gwen cooed playfully, as her chestnut hair fell across her face.

"Uh.." Alice stuttered. She was fully aware of her desire to have pantyhose on nearly all the time, but didn't outwardly share that passion with others as most people didn't share a nylon and pantyhose fetish. "Umm, no...I'm .. I'm perfectly fine," Alice lied.

Grabbing Alice's bare foot from the stone path, Gwen floated closer and guided Alice's naked toes to the warm silken patch of tights covering her pussy. "Mmmmmmmmm," Gwen moaned as she began to undulate her clit against Alice's big toe. "Are you sureeeeee, Alice?" Gwen asked again, knowing full well what the true answer was.

Alice flexed her toes against the thick nylon material, feeling Gwen's womanhood, warm and slippery. "Yes" Alice breathed out without thinking. "I'd very much like my pantyhose again.

"Good girl," Gwen replied. "I can't have my mistress running around Wonderland in nothing but a scarf."

Without hesitation, Gwen was floating in the air again, her face only inches above Alice's feet while her hands cradled Alice's athletic calves. Looking up, her green eyes ablaze with color under her brows, Gwen said, "This might tickle a little at first."

With a sensual shaking of her head, Gwen blew a cool breath along Alice's toes which indeed tickled. Suddenly her toes became tight and Alice saw a seam of nylon appear at the end of her toes and as if by magic, the nylon began growing down her foot. The silky sensation of putting on pantyhose greeted her and she flexed her toes in the sensation as her heels and ankles were the next to be encased.

Still floating in the air, Gwen put her lips to Alice's beautiful legs kissing them softly, the tip of her tongue darting out to lightly touch Alice's skin. Every time she kissed her, a spot of the same brown nylon began to grow out in an expanding circle. Gwen's supple hands cradled her silky feet and rubbed them softly with gentle fingers. 

"Oh my.." Alice remarked as the magical pantyhose began forming at a wild pace and severely turning her on. 

Moving up Alice's body, Gwen continued to kiss her, first on her knees, then her thighs and then the inside of her thighs. As she stroked her hands up Alice's legs, it felt as if someone were dressing her in pantyhose pulling the nylons tighter up towards her crotch. Her legs were silk clad up to the tops of her legs just an inch from her quivering naked lips. The tights she was wearing were a rich shiny brown color, like the nylons that hooter girls, football cheerleaders and figure skaters wear. They were so silky and snug she couldn't help but rub her feet together like a cricket with her pussy exposed to her floating helper.

Looking down breathlessly in anticipation of what might happen next, Alice was enraptured when Gwen lowered her open mouth onto her pussy, her tongue darting down from her clit to her slippery core. "OH GOD" Alice shouted, her hips jerking against Gwen's pretty face. It was only one lick but it felt like a dozen.

Continuing on her path, Gwen kissed Alice's belly just above her blonde triangular patch of pubic hair, planting several smaller wet kisses in a trail up to her belly button where her hands and mouth finally stopped. Alice was extremely aware that she didn't have any panties on, and her tights were incredibly silky soft as she wiggled her groin and ass around. The hose themselves were seamlessly perfect as if woven in on piece.

"These feel amazing, Gwen" Alice exclaimed with delight looking into Gwen's eyes. 

"I'm glad you approve, sweetheart, though you'll need a bit more than just a nice sexy pair of shiny tights to get you going. I'm thinking..... you need a new dress and a little red riding hood!" Gwen bubbled joyfully.

Vanishing in an instant puff of smoke, Gwen disappeared and reappeared over ten times in the blink of an eye. The scarf was whisked away in a flash, while green eyes danced in an out of her sight. The blue smoke was heavy, like jasmine incense, engulfing her and nearly making Alice cough. Alice could feel hands on her, stroking her skin, but it was so fast it was like walking through a beaded curtain two feet thick. 

The smoke finally began to fade and once again boiled into the form of the blue dress and white tights clad form of Gwendolyn. With her hand on her chin in thoughtful repose, she looked Alice up and down in approval.

Looking down for the first time, Alice saw what she was wearing. She was miraculously clothed in a Victorian style dress though much less conservative than she remembered. She was wearing a brilliant candy apple red dress, with gorgeous intricate black brocade, that was more a half skirt that melded into a corset which pushed up her breasts most vivaciously. She had soft red gloves on that ended at her wrist with a button, and her arms were bare save for her shoulders that were covered with a rich, velvety hooded red cloak that was up on top of her head. Her hair was made up smartly with the bulk of her blonde locks being drawn forward over her right shoulder and tied into a pony tail with a rich red satin bow. 

Her nylon legs were exposed from mid thigh down, and the billowed short skirt that had a black satin lace petticoat made her feel like a fairy more than a traveler.

"Mmmmmm... Something's missing," Gwen stated, bringing Alice out of her wonderment. Floating down to kneel at Alice's feet, Gwen reached around the back of Alice's legs and began to feel the tights with a sexual urge. Just like before, nylon began to form from her fingertips, and a pair of red opaque silk stockings formed from her heels to up just above her knee; each one topped with a black satin bow and ribbon. With a whisk of her fingers over Alice's feet, black Mary Jane shoes, like the ones Gwen was wearing, magically appeared in a burst of blue smoke and Alice nearly lost her balance at having a sudden two inch heel.

"There. That is just about perfect," Gwen stated satisfied.

"I honestly don't believe this," Alice said. "Thank you so much, Gwen you are incredible."

Licking her lips, Gwen looked into Alice's eyes deviously. "So are you hon"

"Well, now that I'm dressed, I don't suppose you could tell me how to get out of here."

Looking at Alice with sudden pity in her eyes, Gwen floated on her belly up to face her. "You have made this place, dear Alice. You don't yet understand what you are asking to 'get out of here'" she mocked with air quotations marks. "Soon you'll understand, but that time is not now."

Wisping to blue smoke and reappearing to look over her shoulder down the path, Gwen raised a dainty arm and pointed along the stones to the forests in the distance. "Your path leads through there. Through the woods you'll start your journey, but will have many adventures before you reach the end."

"The end?" Alice asked quizzically. "The end of what?" 

"The end of your path, dear Alice. Seek out the White Queen and she will answer your question for how to 'get out of here'" she mocked again. "With every stop and place you greet, you alone will have to choose what comes next."

Floating around to face Alice, Gwen began to disappear.

"Wait! GWEN! I don't understand! What am I supposed to do now? Alice yelled in fear.

"Seek out the house in the woods, within those wooden walls you'll find the next step." Gwen said, barely more than a blue smoky specter

"Don't leave me!" Alice pleaded. "I don't want to be alone!"

"When you need me, I'll be there.... dear Alicceeeeeeeee" Gwen said, finally disappearing save for her green glowing eyes which eventually vanished as well.

Running down the path after the eyes, trying to make Gwendolyn reappear, Alice raced in futility. After twenty feet, she finally came to a halt, tears welling up in her eyes. 

'I can't have made this place up' she thought. 'I don't want to be here. I just want to go home.' Dropping to her knees, she wept for several minutes, her sobs making a lump in her throat. Alice felt a tear fall onto her thigh and she wiped it off nonchalantly with her satiny glove.

Then something happened that Alice did not expect. The sensation of her tights being rubbed by the satin of her gloves was something familiar. She was 18 then and eager to graduate. She remembered her high school prom when she'd had white satin gloves and a golden dress with white pantyhose on. She'd twisted her ankle while walking up the stairs to the school and remembered the feeling of her gloves stroking her nylon covered legs and feet. It had felt good she remembered and after the dance she had masturbated in her room cumming several times to the feel of her gloves stroking her pussy through her pantyhose.

She smiled and wiped away the tears on her cheek. Standing up straight, she put her legs together and rubbed her silky thighs against one another. The breeze that floated between the gap in her legs by her encased pussy lips was a delight to her and made her giggle against her will. She bent down and ran her satin gloves along the entire length of her gorgeous legs. The satin of her gloves, the thick, warm nylon of the red stockings and then the thinner shiny brown tights that hugged her thighs and waist were all welcome sensations and Alice began to draw strength from the pleasure of her touch and the joyful memory that had sparked her appreciation for her attire.

With a new found resolve, she took a long measured stride forcing her legs to rub together as she stepped along the path, and became instantly aroused by the silky world that had engulfed her from the waist down. Another step. Then another until she was walking in sheer ecstasy of nylon bliss.

"Maybe this won't be such a bad adventure after all," she muttered to herself, as she set off down the stone path towards the forest. Lifting her head high and breathing the fresh air that smelled of pine and sage, Alice could swear she heard the faintest howl of a wolf.



Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 04



It had been a glorious walk and Alice's spirits were amazingly high. Her nylons made the journey effortless and her body had never felt more sensitive. She felt incredibly sexy in her shiny brown tights and thigh high red opaque stockings. Though, despite her grand mood, the path she was on grew longer and longer. It had taken her an hour of long stride walking to get to the edge of the forest and now that she was into the forest the trees that seemed so welcome from the grassy plains were now tall and foreboding. The heavy gnarled oaks blocked out the sunlight, and though it was mid day it was quite dusky in the forest.

The flat even path had eventually trailed off, with the stones that cobbled her walk way disappearing to become a trodden dirt path as wide as a one car road. As she walked, she had to be more mindful of her steps too. Several times her high heeled Mary Jane shoes had slipped on fallen leaves or loose dirt making her toes squish into her pantyhose and almost lose her balance.

Stopping to look around, Alice noticed the high tree line with sparse shafts of light filtering down to the ground. The greenery she'd viewed from afar was now given over to brown roots, dusky pale earth and weathered bark and bushes that bore thorns instead of flowers and leaves. In the stillness, Alice breathed in the forest. There was a slight breeze from behind, where she'd come from, and her bright red hooded cloak was velvety soft as is it stroked her nylon covered legs.

"Mmmmmm" Alice purred, taking another moment to rub one of her long silken legs against the other. She loved rubbing her legs together like a cricket. The sound of silk on silk, as faint as it was, was a mating call to her that made her womanhood drip. 'I have been walking for a long time and could use a break,' she thought to herself, biting her lower lip in anticipation. 'After all my feet need a moment from the rigors of walking.'

Stepping further down the path, she looked for an adequate place where she could sit and rest. An old tree stump that had been chopped down some time ago greeted her with a beam of sunshine falling onto it. Sauntering over to the stump, Alice carefully lifted the back of her short red dress so that her bare, shiny tights covered ass was exposed to the inside of her cloak. Sitting down ever so slowly on the stump, she luxuriated in the sensation of her double clad nylon legs rubbing against the cloak.

Opening her legs seductively she immediately began running her satin hands all over her legs, both to sooth their ache from walking and to pleasure herself as she knew it would. Her fingers lightly stroked the top of her feet, and then swirled around her ankles to the back of her legs.

"Mmmmmm that feels sooooo nice," she replied to herself, encouraging her own hands to continue working. Slowing her hands, she reveled in the soft bunched patch of nylon behind her knees. She loved the sensation her fingers felt there; so much bunched tights material was like a silky buffet to her hands. Having the satin gloves made her caressing all the more electric. Alice pulled her hands up over her knees and ran them sensually along the tops of her legs before spreading her legs wider and diving her fingers down to the insides of her thighs.

Arching her back, her pussy whispered silk on velvet as her pantyhose grazed the cloak while she pressed down on the hard stump underneath her.

"Oh, that's what I need" she said, feeling somewhat like a pantyhose slut. 

She was a sight to behold in the wild. Amid all that murk and brown, her red cloak, dress and opaque nylon stockings shone like a sun. Alice became even wetter as she looked upon her silky legs. They were glorious in the new nylons her guide Gwendolyn had endowed her with. The brown shiny tights reflected the sunlight like a mirror causing Alice to touch her thighs again.

Unable to fight the temptation any longer, her hand went between her legs pressing against her clit. Her fingers stretched the nylon over her pussy lips, soaked from her own essence. She was in heaven. One hand rubbing her thighs, the other hand masturbating her clit while her pussy and tight little asshole ground against the velvet stump. Loving the pressure against her holes, she pressed down harder spreading her butt cheeks so her dual sphincters were kissing her cloak through her pantyhose.

For several minutes she sat there caressing herself in sheer delight as the pleasures rippled through her entire lower body. Inevitably though, her silky tights won the battle of wills and she could feel the torrential flood of an orgasm swelling inside her woman hood like a tidal wave.

"Oh my God," she said barely breathing "I'm going to cum!" And that is exactly what she did. With a throaty grunt of satisfaction, and gasping cries of pleasure, she continued to grind against her satin gloved hand as her legs shivered in the silk. Her pussy ebbed her soaking liquid, pursing and convulsing against the pantyhose making the sensitive sensations magnified. Alice quivered uncontrollably for several moments and finally had to stop her hand's desires, becoming entirely too overwhelmed.

Laughing to herself lightly, she smoothed her skirt down over her satisfied loins and pulled her cloak around her shoulders. 'Well that certainly was a grand break,' she thought to herself blissfully. Standing and pulling up her tights and stockings, ready for another few miles in her silky conveyance, she heard a twig suddenly snap in the distance.

Looking around to the sound off to her right, she peered into the gloom of the forest. As if to make her task harder, clouds began to dot the sky more and the warm shafts of sunlight disappeared. Feeling a small sense of dread she resumed her walk along the path, moving a bit more briskly than before.

Her red cloak flowing out behind her like a super hero, Alice kept looking over her shoulder to see that nothing was coming down the road after her. *snap* another twig break off to her right. This time it was closer to the road and nearly parallel to where she was. *snap* from the left.

Quickly forgetting her lusty adventure, which most likely drew every living thing in a one mile radius to her, she began to run down the dirt path, ducking branches and briars that were cropping up around her. 

Looking to both sides of the road she could make out large hulking shadows moving along with her at an easy pace. The sunlight totally gone now, the clouds roiled purple and dark with small cracks of thunder faintly heard from the horizon. 

A small drop of rain fell and landed on her thigh as she was running. The nylon absorbed the water in an instant making a dark matted dot on her otherwise pristinely shiny tights. Then another drop, and another. Before long the sprinkling was turning into a full on rain.

Running for all she was worth, her shoes becoming muddy from her wilderness trek, Alice pulled her cloak tighter to help cover her from the rain. Soon, though, her cloak was wet too and began sticking to her entire form like a cold body stocking.

There was a sudden thunder crack again, but this time it sounded different, not like a rain cloud but something else. *Crack* the sound went again, like the rending of sound and wood.

After one small moment that Alice hoped would be prolonged out of sheer fright, she saw the eyes. Four pairs of glowing orange eyes in the dark stared at her from either side of the road, winking in and out of sight as they ran with her along the path. There was a break in the trees along the road and Alice saw a large meadow with a tiny house that bore warm yellow light in the windows. 'A house out here?' Alice thought. "Oh my GOD! THE HOUSE!" she shouted in relief, remembering what her lovely guide had told her; 'Seek out the house in the woods, within those wooden walls you'll find the next step.'

Moving with a practiced speed she had learned from her years of cheerleading and running cross country in school, she measured her breathing as she burst through the rain in her red dress, tights, stockings and blazing red riding hood.

The trees reached at her from this way and that. It was increasingly dark now and she began tripping through brush and getting her dress skirt and cloak snagged on the thorns. With a crash that made her heart skip a beat, the orange eyes fell behind her and burst out of the undergrowth onto the slick mud path. 

Four enormous wolves as large as a Saint Bernard were barreling down on her with increasing speed. The element of surprise lost and their quarry moving at an amazing pace, they obviously thought they could get Alice faster if they were in the open. An idea that was proving correct.

Turning around to face the road ahead, Alice's eyes grew as big as pie plates to see a giant thorn bush rush up to meet her. Unable to stop in time, she did her best to put her arms, and one silky Mary Jane sheathed foot, out in front of her as her speed carried her through the sharp vines. Pain flared through her body on her left thigh, calf and ankle as well as both hands and her upper left arm from where she'd hit the briar the hardest. 

*Crack*, the splitting of trees sounded again; the thunder was like a sonic boom in the darkness. Alice noticed it was getting closer and was very near the road.

With an eerie howl that was more beast than canine, the wolves leapt over the brush and were inches away from her heels as they sputtered and splashed through the mud.

Finally the road was clearing up ahead and the tiny house a bit bigger on the horizon, but it was too far. Despite her speed she knew she wasn't going to make it. Looking around for anything to protect herself with, she resolved it would come down to a fight. "As long as you've got something between you and your attacker, you've got something other than your wits," Alice's mother had said. She perished the thought of Alice moving to New York City and had watched too many episodes of NYPD Blues to think there were any safe parts in the city any more.

Breaking her out of her daze, she spied a large broken branch laying on the ground and reached down as she was running up to it. She was too late. The instant she crouched the first wolf leapt at her grabbing her cloak, and nearly her ass in the attack. He dug in his claws pulling backwards and almost choking Alice in the process. Then two other wolves grabbed her cloak in an attempt to bring the blonde silken maiden to the ground.

Undoing the hasp at her neckline, Alice's cloak furled away making her shiver in the cold, while the heated sting of the thorns throbbed along the left side of her body. For an instant the wolves thought they had her. Four heads tore back and forth at the red velvet that had only moments before delighted her body, beady orange lights winking in the dark. She used the moment to reach the branch a split second before spilling onto the ground. Alice was actually amazed it had taken this long to fall down as she'd been running for a good five minutes in heels and mud. Noteworthy for any woman who braves to run in fashion.

Hearing the thud and her sudden grunt from the fall, all eyes turned on her, dropping the cloak and baring yellow-white teeth. Evil growls like angry lions thrummed in their chests. 

Alice brought the stick around in front of her as she skirted away from the wolves, her nylons and dress caked with mud save for a few wetly shiny red and brown patches. 

The first wolf reacted, leaping towards her. Using all her strength born of sheer terror, Alice brought the make shift club around, screaming with all her might. The blow landed solidly on the side of the huge wolf's head that made a thunking noise like a baseball bat hitting a watermelon.

The wolf cried in pain, howling as it withdrew. The other three closed in on Alice and she knew there wasn't any way she could fight them all off. A hot tear rolled down her cheeks in the realization, her body both cold and blazing with fever from the thorns. 

*CRRRRAAAAACKKKKK* the woods roared from her right. The wolves that'd been an instant away from making her supper turned to the explosion of noise. Trees splintered in a glinting flash of silver as bush and log fell onto the road. A huge figure wielding something with both hands landed with a tremor between Alice and her attackers.

Blinking through the rain, Alice could only make out a hulking dark shape that moved with lightning speed. Her vision blurred as the wounds on her body began to heat again making her skin itch and become drowsy. She was suddenly very tired as her exhaustion caught up to her, though she clung to the branch in her hands with all her feeble might.

A very deep husky female grunt that manifested into a roar ripped through the evening rain as a flash of silver was swung in an arc at the wolves. A sickening thud accompanied by a howl of pain roared from one of the wolves. Another swing caught a second wolf in the throat and the growl was snipped off as if turning off a car radio.

Alice's eyelids overpowered her as she began slipping into unconsciousness. The world turned sideways and the entire left side of her body became numb as her head slumped to the ground. 

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There were only a few brief moments she recalled. The final dying cry of the wolves as an axe blade descended; being carried through the rain, while flashes of lightning illuminated her Amazonian savior; rain covering both of them washing away the mud as she floated towards a glowing orange sanctuary. Then the world went black.

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She awoke to both warmth and coolness. The crackling of a fire nearby and the sensation of soft cloth covering her upper body made her not want to wake up. There was a cold touch on her thigh; it was wet and stayed cool on her skin. Another dab of something was applied on her knees, calves and ankle. Finally inclined to open her eyes, Alice blinked in the dim light of the small wooden house. High beams rose up to form a slightly angled ceiling. The room itself was fairly large given the sparse furniture lining the walls. There was a queen size bed that stood several feet off the ground with a soft looking mattress and quilt and three plain white pillows. The kitchen was a simple sink and cupboard with an old iron woodstove that glowed light red with the dying embers of a cook fire. A kettle sat atop it with small puffs of steam coming out of the spout from time to time. Ironically it reminded her of her grandmother's cabin in the woods that she used to visit in the summertime. 

The walls were plain wood and had several woodsy touches to them such as dried herbs or flowers tied with straw, or a simple painting of mountains rendered in a now browning ink. 

As the fire crackled and hissed her attention moved back to herself. Alice was laying on a sofa in the middle of the house with her red velvet cloak draped across her body as a blanket, save for her legs. Wiggling into the cushion of the sofa she could tell she didn't have her dress on anymore. Feeling another dab of cold she looked down and saw a vision that made her heart skip a beat. The woman who had her silken feet propped up on her thighs was as beautiful as ever could be. She reminded her of an Amazonian Anne Hathaway with wide shoulders and a strong physique. The sudden surprise of seeing another 'solid' human since she got into this Wonderland gave her a bit of a stun. 

The woman was dressed in a dark spruce blue shirt that wasn't tied at the neck revealing the supple rounded shape of her large breasts. Her sleeves were pulled up revealing thick arms that were scratched with deep red marks around her hands. She had on woolen trousers and was barefoot with her feet propped up on a small footstool near the fire.

Her hair was the color of chocolate and her eyes glistened a hazel color in the firelight. She had a cup nearby and was using her fingers to gently apply a greasy looking sage colored paste from it onto Alice's legs where the thorns had scratched her, ripping open her tights. 

Realizing she was under scrutiny, the woman looked up a little uncomfortably, more by the fact she had Alice's legs in her lap than the fact she was touching Alice's legs.

"You, um.. You were scratched up pretty bad," she started. "The Atholas briar is pretty nasty if you aren't careful, and you seem to have had a very intimate meeting with some during your flight from the wolves," she said gesturing up to Alice's arm that was resting above the cloak/blanket.

Noticing for the first time her arm was bandaged, Alice lifted her naked arm to look at the fluffy linen bandages that were wrapped around her arm along its length. Several smaller patches of linen dotted her upper and lower arm underneath the larger wrap; most likely a woods woman's version of a band-aid. 

Remembering her dive through the bush to flee from the wolves, the evening began to rush back to her making her shiver in fright from her earlier ordeal. The adrenaline fear that made her legs run faster than a Kentucky Derby horse, the wind and rain whipping against her body and the feeling of silk and mud and chill all along her legs.

Snapping back to the present, she looked down at her legs as the woman applied the last of the paste onto Alice's scratches that had been wiped clean from mud and dirt. Alice's red opaque stockings were removed but she was still wearing her shiny brown pantyhose. Her right leg was perfectly fine, dried and gleaming in the dim light, but her left leg had runs and holes all along her side.

Noticing Alice glancing at her legs, the woman quickly began to state her intentions for fear of making a bad perception. "You were shivering pretty badly from the cold and I needed to get you warmed up as fast as possible. I removed your dress..." she blushed a deep red ", and warmed you up with some blankets till you were able to be moved again." She began rubbing the bottoms of Alice's silky feet as if to reinforce the fact that she had been cold. Her hands were like fire themselves, hot and soothing against Alice's cool nylon toes that made her tingle in the middle. "You're still a bit chilly, but some time here by the fire will help that."

Reaching over to the table next to her, she brought several smaller cut strips of linen over and began patting them gently on the scratches where she'd applied the balm paste. Taking out a roll of linen she gently lifted Alice's leg, causing a small sting of pain in her scratches from ass to toe. My name is Samantha, or Sam by the way," she said extending her hand.

"I'm Alice," Alice replied with a smile, shaking Samantha's hand.

"Well it's nice to meet you Alice," Sam said, happy to have broken the ice.

Biting her lower lip in concern as Alice continued to wince, Sam quickly set to wrap Alice's nylon leg up to hold the band-aids in place. 

Alice couldn't help but notice how Samantha looked at her legs and even made a great effort to leave her hands on Alice's legs where there was nylon. She tied off the bandages on Alice's lower leg, and moved onto her thigh. Enjoying how Sam's eyes looked at her and how her hands felt, Alice helped her work by bending her knee more and pointing her toes to arch on the arm of the sofa. Sam's hand slid around innocently to the soft patch of silk behind Alice's knee where her pantyhose always bunched up, while the rest of her left leg was wrapped.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me," Alice said genuinely with soft eyes. "If you hadn't been there to save me, I'd be dead by now."

Standing up, placing Alice's legs softly down on the sofa, Sam took a step back politely and said "I was out in the woods chopping some lumber that had to be done. I didn't expect the rains, nor did I expect to see a lovely young woman out here wearing a little red riding hood." 





Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 04



"What happened to my stockings?" Alice asked as she imagined Sam's warm hands pulling them off of her legs.

Seeing her obvious uncomfortable expression at the word stockings, or the possible insinuation that mischief had been afoot, Sam quickly began bumbling to explain her actions.

"The briar has to be dealt with very rapidly or it can cause permanent paralysis. Being stuck as many times as you had been, your arms were worse off so I tended to them first, and as I was removing your...*ahem* stockings," she blushed "I realized your condition wouldn't allow me the time to dress your wounds properly." She meant naked and Alice grinned comically at Samantha's awkward manner. "I honestly expected you to be out longer so I simply intended to apply the balm through the tears in your nylons until they could be dealt with later.... Once you were on the mend that is."

"That's very nice of you Sam. Thank you again. I know you had only my health and safety in mind," Alice reassured her.

Sighing with relief, Sam relaxed noticeably, and looking up from under her lovely sculpted eyebrows asked, "Would you like something to eat?"

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Alice hadn't noticed how hungry she'd been till her stew and bread were being devoured. The mead she drank was cool and a welcome taste of flavor that made her feel slightly dizzy and sleepy again.

They talked very little save for polite questions such as how Alice had come to Wonderland and how it was a gift indeed that Sam was handy with an axe. Alice excluded the sultry parts of her interaction with the golden statue, Gwendolyn and the stump in the woods.

As, the night wore on, Alice moved from the sofa to the bed upon Samantha's insistence. Getting under the covers, her blonde braid falling on the pillow, she was clothed in nothing more than her torn brown tights and wrapped bandages.

The bed was somewhat cold and Alice missed the heat of the fire as the rain tapped lightly against the roof and windows. "Sam, I'm afraid I'm a little cool in the bed, is there any way you could help warm it up?" Alice asked both out of her true need for heat, but also for companionship after her long day. 

"Of course," Sam said innocently as she grabbed a blanket from the back of the sofa and trotted idly over towards Alice and the bed.

As Sam smoothed out the extra blanket over the top of Alice, Alice's hand found Sam's, followed up with a longing gaze. "I appreciate the blanket, Sam.... Thank you."

Looking into Alice's eyes, Sam seemed almost confused at what she read in her expression. "I'm sorry," Alice said, "I guess the wolves frightened me more than I wanted to admit... I could really use a friend to hold me a bit, and help keep off the chills." 

"If you are alright with my closeness..." Samantha muttered in a hushed tone.

Nodding in reply, Alice patted the bed, pulling back the covers to encourage Samantha under the sheets. Samantha had changed out of her wet clothes earlier, eventually changing her shirt and heavy woolen pants for a thinner long night shirt. She wore no pants as she'd been under a heavy blanket on the sofa, and as she walked around the bed slowly, the yellow light from the fire licked her smooth body with shadows showing off her shapely form forged from swinging an axe for countless years.

Sliding between the sheets, Sam pulled the thick fluffy layers of bedding over them both as her dark hair rested onto the pillow next to Alice. Alice's back was to Sam, though she quickly grabbed her arm wrapping it around her shoulders and backing her silken bottom up against Samantha's stomach and groin.

She became instantly warmer from Sam's body heat and several small shivers jolted through her. Feeling her chill, Sam gently rubbed Alice's shoulder and back in a warming manner. They lay there for several minutes in intimate silence as Sam luxuriated in the feel of Alice's smooth skin. Alice, in response to the welcome comfort of Sam's touch, rolled her shoulders so that Sam's fingers began caressing her neck and shoulders. Slowly, her hands glided down Alice's back to the tops of her shiny pantyhose tights before going back up to her shoulders. Sam's touch was so very welcome, and in an attempt to keep her lower body warm, Alice started rubbing her legs together for heat.

Alice instantly realized her mistake as the sheer sensation of the nylon tickled her legs sending pleasure from her toes to her groin. She slowed down her rubbing so that her legs made long smooth silky passes against one another. She could feel herself getting warmer by the excitement her legs and tights were generating, and with a surprise that instantly became welcome, Alice could feel Samantha becoming excited as well. She subtly pressed her breasts up against Alice's back, her nipples hard as she brushed them between Alice's shoulder blades.

Spooning Sam's body with her legs, Alice loved the feeling of Sam's heat and the form of her body through the thin nightshirt. Alice pressed her calves and the back of her knees against the front of Sam's smooth shaved legs and rubbed ever so slightly, sharing the pantyhose with her new friend.

Alice was getting horny and she knew it. She could feel her pussy getting slick with each move of her legs and that liquid lubrication began to spread into her tights. Pushing her ass back, Alice felt Samantha undulate her hips in kind, pressing her belly against Alice's butt.

Feeling her stiffen in unsure reply, Alice grabbed Sam's hand and pulled it under her arm around to her naked breasts. "It's perfectly okay, Samantha," Alice pre-empted her hesitation as she continued to grind against Sam, arousing her further.

Gliding a hand behind her, Alice was quickly under Sam's night shirt feeling the soft warmth of her pubic hair and loins. Sam's breathing quickened and began coming in ragged pants as she spread her legs slightly allowing Alice's hand to explore further. As her fingers brushed Sam's soft and moistened womanhood, Alice felt Samantha's hand move down her body to feel the tights on her legs. Sam's fingers most likely hadn't ever felt shiny pantyhose, and were marveled by its silky embrace. She cupped Alice's ass with her strong hands, kneading her nylon butt with slow controlled desire. 

Lifting her left leg, Alice opened her legs bucking back towards Sam's exploring fingers, beckoning them to slide between her thighs. Samantha followed Alice's urgent grinding and began feeling the silk layering her pussy and upper most inner thigh that was saturated with her wetness.

Alice moaned lightly as she withdrew her hand from Samantha's slickness, rolling over in bed so they were face to face.

Seeing the uncertainty still in her eyes, Alice leaned in slowly to kiss Samantha on her full lips. There was a slight pause and then Sam's lips kissed Alice back, planting slow sucking kisses all along her lips. Using one hand to brush her long dark brown hair from her face, as they kissed, Alice grabbed Sam's hand guiding it once more back down to her nylon covered pussy. Sliding her own hand down between Samantha's legs, Alice felt Sam open her legs wider to accommodate Alice's hand, as Alice began to spread her own legs farther.

Panting with excitement as Sam's fingers petted her silky quim, Alice pressed Samantha's fingers harder against her nylon pussy. Replying in kind, Sam began making large circles with her fingers grinding both Alice's clit and pantyhose opening. 

"Mmmmmm that's so nice Sam," Alice cooed with a smile on her face between kisses. Her own hands were full as well as she massaged Sam's large attentive breasts through her night shirt as well as her increasingly eager pussy. Alice was rubbing three of her fingers slowly along Sam's moist slit, while her thumb sensually rubbed her clit. Spreading Sam's lips, Alice loved the slippery sensation as her fingers lavished in feeling Sam's tight pussy. Her fingers were coated with Sam's essence as she pressed two of her fingers slightly into Sam. She could tell her methods were having an effect as Sam began gyrating her hips against Alice's hand, begging for more of her fingers. Reaching down further, Alice slid two fingers inside Sam's pussy that caused her wetness to spread onto Alice's knuckles, bringing a moan from Sam's lips.

"Oh Alice... I haven't been touched like this in forever," Samantha said, a softened expression of passion creasing her face. Grinning at their mutual lust, Alice began to finger her lover, slowly working a third finger inside of Sam. "Oh GOD," Sam moaned between kisses, forcing her loins forward.

Alice could tell she was driving Sam crazy with lust as Sam's fingers began to rub more intensely on Alice's pantyhose. Mirroring Alice's movements, she felt two of Sam's fingers begin to push inside driving her pantyhose up into her wet pussy. 

Moaning in uncontrolled reply as the sensation of sheer pantyhose spreading her lips and entering her made her body tingle, she started grinding her hips more, intensifying the feeling of being penetrated and masturbated. 

With three fingers deep inside of her and a thumb tickling her clit, Sam couldn't hold back any longer. Alice felt the inner walls of her pussy flexing in anticipation of an orgasm as her hole began to relax taking all three of Alice's fingers up to the knuckle. The hot sensation on her hand was intoxicating as she made Samantha cum. Sam's clit was as hard as a diamond and became nearly impossible to hold down as her body exploded with amorous waves of pleasure. Her hips reflexively fucked Alice's hand with a wet slurping sound as she shrieked with prolonged delight. "Ohhhhhhh mmmyyyy GOooooddddddd" Sam shouted, her voice filling the tiny cabin as her fingers continued to stroke Alice at a fevered pace.

Breathing in short gasps, Alice was so turned on by Sam's orgasm, she felt her own climax begin to build. With one hand still deeply fingering Sam's pussy, she used her other hand to Grip Sam's hand as she rocked hard back and forth against Sam's firm exploring fingers. She was so amazingly wet. Their union turned her on to no end, as she felt her love button stiffen under the slippery rubbing. Her body began to shiver lightly as her orgasm continued building. Reflexively, her pussy tightened around Sam's pantyhose coated fingers that were wriggling as they eagerly probed deeper into her.

Pushing herself deep against Samantha's hand, forcing an inch of pantyhose fingers inside, Alice ground her ass in a gyrating fashion. After another moment in blissful writhing, she felt the freight train of sex arrive as she nearly leapt off of the bed with the power of her orgasm.

"Oh my God Yesssssssss!" She cried out, her hand gripping Sam's wrist to hold her fingers inside of her while she pulsed and came with a husky need.

Her entire body went numb and she could feel warmth spreading inside her, while the remnants of her cumming was prolonged by rubbing her silky feet against her own pantyhose legs.

Opening her mouth in pleasure, Sam's lips were suddenly there, her tongue inside Alice's mouth kissing her in passion as they shared their subsiding pleasure. It was heaven in wonderland. 

"Thank you Alice..... soooo much!" Sam breathed between succulent kisses as she wrapped her arms around Alice lovingly.

"Thank you Samantha," Alice purred in satisfaction, recounting her earlier matinee in the woods, and now the fruition of her silken daily adventure culminated with her kind heroine.

She didn't recall falling asleep, though she obviously dreamt as her dreams were filled with falling down a rabbit hole, statues, spritely blue smoke wisped guides, terrifying wolves and heroic woods women. If this was her dreams, she was almost intrigued to know what she'd discover when she woke up to start the next day.



Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 05



She couldn't remember the last time she had cum so many times. Her head was a numb dizzying blur of one orgasm after the next as her entire body was assaulted with the sensation of pantyhose on tights on nylons rubbing, grinding and penetrating her. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from a torn patch in her white and lace gray pantyhose, while a deep brown pair of eyes, belonging to the Mad Hatress glared at her lustfully from her exposed breasts.

How had she gotten here? She tried to remember where her day had started and slowly, between the shattering waves of pleasure, her mind raced back to a cabin the woods. How very distant it seemed now, but what a blissful way to continue her adventures in this Pantyhose Wonderland.

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Alice awoke in the small wooden house with a sheepish rubbing of her eyes. She had slept all night in her torn pantyhose after her loving sex with Samantha, her woods woman savior that had rescued her from certain death. Even now she had chills about her harrowing experience, but it quickly passed.

Sitting up in the cozy queen sized bed, Alice pulled the sheets up around her naked breasts as she looked around in the waking daylight. The house was empty and lifeless save for the crackling fire that had seemed to have been burning all morning, and the remnant scent of eggs and bacon that were warming on a glass plate atop the woodstove. 

Hearing her stomach rumble at her in agitation, Alice got out of bed, trading the sheets for her ripped red velvet riding hood, and walked in her stocking feet to get the delicious smelling plate of breakfast. Sitting down at the little table, pouring a glass of water, Alice ate quietly wondering what to do today. She certainly wasn't back in New York, she thought looking down at her legs. Otherwise she'd have her arsenal of over 40 pairs of lovely silken tights and pantyhose to put on vice the tattered shiny brown tights she'd explored in yesterday.

Seeing a wash basin and some clean towels, Alice resigned to start her day with a little freshen up and then begin the task of hunting for the clue she'd been promised by Gwen. Dropping her cloak, Alice set to work undoing the tight linen bandages on her arms and legs. Her wounds from the scratching Atholas briar thorn bushes, was nothing more now than a series of pink lines that were fading nearly before her eyes. Burning the bandages, Alice next wiggled out of her torn sheer tights. The cool air tickled her pussy lips as she bent over, and a bead of her slippery sap, left over from Samantha's masterful fingers working Alice into a frenzy, ebbed from her opening.

Grinning from the delight she'd found in her company, she tossed the discarded pantyhose onto the floor and set to the task of sponging herself. The water was luke warm, but soothing to her skin. Washing away the flecks of mud and spattered wilderness that was all over her from her scuffle with the wolves, as well as the scent of sex from her union last night, she felt refreshed as she cleaned her firm young body. Untying the red ribbon that still held her blonde locks in a pony tail, she used the remaining water from the ivory pitcher to wash out her hair. Using the white towels near the wash basin, Alice walked into the pouring sunbeam to dry herself in the glorious warm light. She could feel her skin soft as satin heating as she spun in naked circles in the middle of Samantha's house. A funny thought occurred to her, 'What would I do if she came back? Kind of embarrassing to eat someone's breakfast, bathe in their clean water, use their towels and then traipse around the house naked sun drying.

The thought was fleeting though, as she walked to the large clothing chest and drawers near the bed. Hopefully there was something here made for the body of a smaller young woman and not grossly oversized flannel shirts and woolen trousers. Looking at her naked body in the mirror, she ran her fingers lightly over her pert breasts and nipples, trailing her fingers down to her blonde triangular patch. She was having a grand time indeed as of late, though her experiences seemed to be in the extremes of pleasure, fear or confusion. 

Opening the large wardrobe locker, she searched through Sam's clothes to no avail. She did find a pouch of lavender flowers used for refreshing a drawer and idly rubbed it along her body for a sweet perfumed scent. Returning the pouch Alice closed the wardrobe doors. 

"You won't find what you need in there, silly Alice," said a very familiar, but none-the-less startling voice.

Alice screamed as she saw a pair of emerald green eyes floating over her shoulder in the wardrobe mirror's reflection. Instinctively covering her body with her red riding hooded cloak from the floor, Alice whipped around coming face to face with the swirling apparition of Gwendolyn.

Easing her racing heart, Alice smirked embarrassed at her fright. "GWEN!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure there is a much better way to start a conversation with someone aside from scaring the shit out of them."

Pouting in mock hurt Gwen's angelic face solidified from blue smoke to her creamy skinned texture. "Awww, but where would be the fun in that?" she goaded with a catlike grin. 

Alice watched as Gwen solidified right before her eyes. Still the demure, spritely young woman with a nimble body and long shapely legs, she was dressed differently than the last time she'd evaporated before Alice.

Alice looked longingly at the hovering green-eyed woman. She was beautiful and mischievous all at once. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was pulled back and bound in three spots along the back of her head. As if she had gathered up her hair in a single topknot and then fastened it in hoops all down the back, making 3 rounded humps of hair that Alice could see through.

She wore a deep maroon colored satin ribbon around her neck as a choker, fastened in front with a silver emblem of a cat. Her neckline and shoulders were bare, but the rest of her was coated quite elegantly. 

Gwen's arms were covered tightly in a sheer black pair of above the elbow nylon lace gloves. Her dress had gone from a supple powder blue to a black and rich purple colored bodice that was laced down the front with black ties that ended just above her belly button. Her midriff was visible for a sparse patch, like a creamy flesh colored belt that showed off a ruby jewel stuck into her navel. Gwen's lower body made Alice drool with want, both for fashion and for womanly desire. She had on a rumpled deep red colored dress that had a wispy veil of black lace resting on top of it. Instead of having the dress flowing down to the ground all about her waist, the back was left long and the front part was drawn up to the top of her thighs, barely hiding her womanhood, but showing off her long tender legs. 

As she floated around her, Gwen saw Alice looking at her silk covered legs. Gwen was wearing what appeared to be rich opaque maroon tights that were soft looking as they hugged her legs. Over the top of which she had a supremely sheer pair of shiny black lace nylon pantyhose that made slivers of yellow sunlight gleam off her, as she writhed about rubbing her legs together. On her feet she wore simple deep purple flats that had silver cat emblems on the tops of the toes in tandem with her choker. She was elegant and seductive all at once and a spike of pleasure went up Alice's spine as she recalled their last meeting.

"Gwendolyn, I'm so happy to see you!" Alice remarked. "I had a feeling we'd meet again, but didn't know the pleasure would be so soon."

"Oh, you have no idea what a pleasure it will be to have seen me again so soon," Gwen mimicked Alice's words with a coy, sly grin. 

"Where do I go from here?" Alice asked. "You'd said I'd find a clue here to know where to go next."

"Tut, tut!" Gwen replied in a reprimanding manner. "Not what I said at all, silly Alice." Gwen floated around her and came about to rest in front of her, nearly an inch from Alice's face with her body behind her as if laying on a cushion of air, her legs idly waggling back and forth as she spoke.

"Within those wooden walls you'll find the next step, I said. And in the wooden walls you are, stepping next to go beyond!" Gwen purred softly in her riddling tone.

"So what is my next step?" Alice asked somewhat frustrated. "If I've created this wonderland, than I should know where I need to go, shouldn't I?" she asked.

"Indeed you should, but you don't know what you should know, and that is why I am here! Your very next step is one of delights, for tea and cakes and afternoon sights." Gwen jibed with a wink and smile. "Sweet Alice; you have so many questions and needs you want now, but time must pass here to unfurrow your brow," she chimed rhyming.

Looking down at her feet, Alice began to feel sad. While her days were becoming more fantastic by the moment, she still longed to be home.

Lifting Alice's chin with a small gentle finger, Gwen looked into her ocean blue eyes with her green eyes alight, saying "You worry so much, precious one. Let me help you again so we can get you back on the path through your wonderland."

Wafting around behind Alice as she stood in the sunlight, Gwen reappeared in a plume of blue smoke, resting her hands on Alice's shoulders. "Let's see..." she purred playfully. "If you're going to see the Hatress, you'll need to be dressed to impress."

"Who is the Hatress?" Alice asked, her skin tingling as she felt Gwendolyn's hands caress her bare back and waist.

"You'll see soon enough, sweetheart" her maroon and black nylon lace coated guide replied. "She alone knows what path you'll take next. There are many roads that you don't know about, and many roads that don't know about you," she riddled. 

Floating in the air behind her, Alice felt Gwen wrapping her silky smooth pantyhose legs around her ass and thighs, with her heels resting softly on the inside of each of Alice's knees. "mmmm your legs are so soft," Alice muttered softly as she let the red riding cloak fall away so she could rest her hands on Gwendolyn's nylon legs. 

Her black lace pantyhose and opaque maroon tights were luxuriously smooth, and the feeling of silk sliding on top of silk on skin reminded her of her own lost double nylons that she'd had when she fell through to Wonderland. 

As Gwen squeezed her from behind with her lower body and the nylon rubbed against Alice's naked ass, she began to get turned on by the tingling silky sensation.

"I think you'd do well for a little sliver of silver today, my love!" Gwen piped up. Her legs, like a pantyhose loom, began to spread white pantyhose over Alice's legs. Just like before they formed out of nowhere, but the sensation of having silk drawn up her legs was uncanny. Her thighs tightened as the white pantyhose grew up and down from her knees.

Continuing to rub her magic legs against Alice, Gwen scooped her hands under Alice's arms as the pantyhose covered every square inch of her legs. With one hand, Gwen cupped one of Alice's C-cup sized breasts, pinching the nipple ever so gently and making it stiff and sensitive. With the other hand she walked her fingers down Alice's flat belly making the waistband of the white pantyhose form. The last area that wasn't clad in nylon was Alice's wet mound, and with a hesitation that nearly drove Alice mad, Gwen paused for only a moment until Alice whispered "Please... Please don't stop"

Grinning with a Cheshire smile, Gwen pursed her lips as her hand dove down past the blonde triangle of pubic hair. Gasping for air Alice's body surged with pleasure. Gwen's fingers, covered with the same sheer nylon lace as her legs, was like a pantyhose delight as she slid two fingers firmly over Alice's clit, parting her wet lips and gliding down to dip barely into her wanting hole.

The rapture she felt when her nylon covered nails slid inside up to the first knuckle was heaven. She could feel the pantyhose gloves sending electric pulses of pleasure into the walls of her pussy as they wiggled ever so gently, playing with her increasingly slippery entrance. And then as if to cut off a lover in the throes of passion, her fingers slipped out, and her pussy lips were encased in white pantyhose, her clit became concealed and the rest of her nylons became complete.

Panting lightly, Alice looked over her shoulders at Gwen. "God I love it when you clothe me," a satisfied yet wanting smile on her face.

"Oh, I'm not even done yet, honey," Gwen retorted. 

With an almost explosive abruptness, Gwen's fingers pressed hard on Alice's clit through the white pantyhose making her quiver with delight.

"Oh my GODDDD!" Alice shouted unexpectedly as Gwen fondled her clit for an instant. Alice felt her legs get tighter still and looked down to see a pair of gray lace sheer pantyhose covering her white ones. The sensation was orgasmic as she wiggled her toes and rubbed her legs together.

Feeling her pussy pulse lightly at the sudden sexual gratification, she didn't have time to speak as Gwen disappeared in the blue smoke vortex that always accompanied her movements. This time was different though, more sensual. She felt fingers caressing her mouth and neckline, a kiss on her stomach and shoulders, a suckling of her nipples that was wet and hot. Alice felt ticklish all of the sudden with a giggle escaping her throat. 

She felt the weight of cloth growing on her and the tightening of a gown which formed out of thin air. In a final burst of bright blue smoke, the wisps faded and Alice was in the middle of the room alone in a glorious dress. Much like Gwen's' maroon and purple attire, Alice had a large dress of crumpled fabric that was pulled up short to just below her womanhood. The style of her dress was identical to Gwendolyn's save for the fact that her Bodice was a brilliant silver color, the fabric of her skirt was a deep warm gray with a wispy white lace veil mirroring Gwen's black lace décor. 

Alice's arms had gray sheer lace nylon gloves on them from the upper arm down to her fingers, a silver ribbon chocker with a pair of legs like the kind you see on the back of a trucker's mud flaps was around her neck. Silver flat shoes, bearing the same silver leg charms as her choker, hugged her petite feet and she indeed looked all dressed up.

Her hair was an elegant weave, put up in a bun leaving her neck exposed with silver and blue butterfly clips pinching her long blonde locks up here and there.

Alice smiled like a school girl and shouted out to Gwen who wasn't there, "This is amazing Gwen!! I look.... Well..... AMAZING!!"

"That's the whole point, kitten" Gwen's voice came from above.

Looking up, Alice saw her purple maroon love hovering on her back looking down at Alice.

"You need to get moving sweetie if you're going to make the tea party," Gwen sighed.

"Where is this tea party you keep talking about?" Alice asked a little confused. 

Floating down to eye level, Gwen began to disappear as her green eyes flared to life. Drifting back towards the rear door of the wooden cabin Gwen muttered "You need to go over the river and through the woods my pet," Gwen chimed in a sweeter than honey voice. "Just keep walking straight till the hair stands up on the back of your neck and then you'll be there." The back door opened by itself showing another stone path similar to the one Alice had walked yesterday. 

"Oh and one more thing," Gwen added, "The Mad Hatress has some very obscure practices that you may encounter when you arrive, be sure to bring an umbrella."

"What does that even mean?" Alice asked with a creased forehead. "Wait, will I see you again?" She shouted to the nearly vanished form.

"Of course you will sweetheart, I never get dressed up for a party and then never make it. It is entirely rude to be there and not be there," she riddled and then was gone.

Walking to the back door, Alice found a cane bin that had several walking sticks and umbrellas. Plucking out a silver parasol, she looked up at the brilliant sky. "Not a cloud in the sky, and she says to take an umbrella. Silly little Gwen." Alice said and set out onto the path.

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The path wasn't nearly as treacherous as yesterday's afternoon/evening jaunt through the briar woods. The path of stones she was on, while not a complete road was at least consistent with patches of cobbled blocks here and there leading her on. The ground itself had leveled out significantly and the oaken woods gave way to soft bristling pines that had large lush green bushes along the ground that were sprouting blue and yellow flowers.

Alice loved the walk. It was supremely enjoyable for several reasons. The cool air married up with the warm sunshine was a delight. The crisp scent of pine in her nostrils and the chirping of life above her in the canopy of the forest gave her a great sense of security. And her pantyhose were a dream that made every step lively. While not necessarily in the habit of wearing two pairs of pantyhose or tights all the time, she couldn't help but appreciate the double layers and was beginning to wonder if her daily routine for wearing nylons was on the brink of change.

She swished this way and that as her silver shoes made a dull melody on the path. The sound of her dress behind her was like curtains billowing on a clothesline. She wiggled her fingers in the gloves luxuriating in the sensation of having silk on her upper body as well. In essence she hadn't felt so feminine before. All dressed up for a party, her hair sculpted like Cinderella's and her nylons gently caressing her body with each step she took.

As the day wore on, the sunlight changed to a warmer pink glow that seemed to linger vice changing to a darker red from a setting sun. Almost like the sky itself was changing the yellow sunlight to a warm cotton candy glow.

Before too long Alice was wondering when she'd get there; she traveled for the better part of an hour and a half, estimating her distance at about 4 miles. The path stayed reliable all throughout the land, however the scenery was changing slightly. The trees began to thin and change going from pines to a heavy barked looking ash tree, the trunks going from a brown to a mottled gray and white; very similar to a birch tree but with much thicker bark. The branches didn't bear many leaves and the ones that still clung to the tree were faded orange or other colors of autumn. The bushes thinned and the flowers went from blue and yellow to simple red berries that looked more like seeds in waiting vice a luscious snack.

Kicking her silver parasol along as she stepped, Alice heard a light rustling in the bushes to her right. Immediately her defenses went up for fear of another wolf attack. Raising the parasol above her head like a baseball bat, she could only imagine the spectacle she was making out of herself. Here was a beautiful blonde young woman standing in the middle of a stone and dirt path in an ash forest, while dressed in a gray and silver tea party dress, with shiny gray lace nylons over white pantyhose in silver flats wielding a dangerous looking umbrella held at the ready to smite anyone.

With relief, Alice saw a little brown bunny rabbit scamper slowly out from under a nearby bush. His little nose was wiggling while his ears perked this way and that. "Awwwww aren't you the cutest thing!" Alice said cheerfully.

Scampering up to Alice the bunny stood up on its hind legs staring up at her. Matter of fact it looked as is if it were staring up her dress. With an odd twisting of its expression the rabbit grinned with broken and yellowing teeth, his eyebrows going silly as he grabbed his ears and pulled them down to his shoulders. "Aye!! You don't look so bad yuirself hot stuff!" the rabbit spoke in an uncanny Scottish drawl.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 05



Jumping back a step in surprise, Alice didn't know what to make of a talking rabbit. This little brown fellow certainly wasn't the one from her dream with the waistcoat and the pocket watch. He actually looked a little mentally off, she noticed.

"And what brings such a fine, long legged and silky lass waaaaaaay out here ta' the boonies of the woods?" The rabbit asked crossing his eyes while striking a gentlemanly pose.

"I'm traveling to see the Mad Hatress for a tea party in the hopes she'll tell me where I should be going to get though Wonderland," Alice said matter of factly.

"OOOOooooooo the Mad Hatress!!!!" The rabbit drawled as he began to chuckle rocking back and forth on his furry rabbit feet. "Well she's right there don' cha' see her?" the brown rabbit asked almost idiotically. 

"I'm sorry but I don't," Alice said politely as she stared down a blank road with nothing in front of her but another mile of boring forest.

"Wooo hoo hoo!!!" The rabbit roared in laughter. "Oh, yuir' as blind as ya are dead sexy, girl." With a bunny's speed, the rabbit hopped off the ground onto her pantyhose legs then bounded up to the waist of her dress, around the back of her bustier, and finally rested up on top of her shoulders with his arms resting on top of her beautiful hair.

Standing on his tip toes behind her head, he grabbed a fistful of her golden hair and pointed down the blank road, as if beckoning her to charge like a cavalry horse. "You don' see it?! It's.... Right.... Over....THERE!!!!" he shouted loudly pulling her hair almost painfully. 

With one quick jerk that made her wince, she brought her arms up to swat away the crazy rabbit only to have her parasol open most unexpectedly in front of her face with a "WHOOOMP!"

Leaping off of her shoulders the rabbit landed and scampered ahead. 

Lowering her umbrella, Alice couldn't believe her eyes. What once was a barren road was now a sprawling meadow. The trees had abruptly ended and a yellow green pasture of grass lay before her. The trees ringed around the open area with an enormous windmill situated directly in the center. The sails were tattered and torn, but a faint yellow light perked up the windows from within giving a warm homey feel.

Before the door to the windmill was an enormous table, easily 30 feet long, that was decorated with a lovely white table cloth bearing embroidery and lace all around the edges. The chairs (nearly 20 of them at a guess) were all mismatched seats from here and there. Some were quite rigid and stout while others were weathered with cracking paint or broken legs. 

The table itself was lined from one end to the other, with likewise mismatched tea cups, saucers, plates, trays, thimbles, sugar dishes, tea pots and creamer pours. This was the tea party if ever Alice had to stupidly guess. "That's funny, I didn't feel anything odd to tell me I was here," Alice quibbled to herself.

"Silly, silly Alice," came Gwendolyn's melodious voice. "I didn't say you'd feel anything my love."

Turning around, Alice saw Gwen appear out of thin air in a woof of blue smoke. Her maroon, black and purple ensemble was as breathtaking as her own gray and silver garb.

"But you said!!" Alice began to argue, before Gwen put a nylon black gloved finger to her lips shushing her.

"I said, 'Just keep walking straight till the hair stands up on the back of your neck and then you'll be there,' Gwen mimicked herself in a lilting tone.

With uproarious laughter, the brown hare began to roll around on the ground. "See I told you, we're there!!!

Rolling her eyes with the pain of Gwendolyn's trickster tongue she understood now. 'When the hare stands up on the back of your neck. 'Oh my God.....She hadn't intended it to be a feeling so much as a literal rabbit up on my shoulders,' Alice deciphered for herself in a huff. This is indeed an odd land.

Floating past her in the air on a whiff of a blue cloud, Gwen drifted towards the table chiming in tune with the hare "Just keep walking straight till the hare stands up on the back of your neck, and then you'll be there!!!"

Following them, Alice saw the rabbit jump up into a seat and plant his face deep into a jelly donut while he continued to chime along with Gwen. Gwen floated to the head of the table sitting in a graceful pose with her nylon coated lace legs up on the table. As Alice approached the foot of the table she spied a small door mouse in a dress lifting a thimble full of tea up at her in salute.

"Hello ALICE!" the mouse exclaimed.

"Alice?!" came a new voice from the other end of the table. Looking up to where Gwen was, she watched Gwen's glowing green eyes turn to the head chair that was turned about. In a slow motion the chair spun towards the table revealing the body who had uttered her name.

"THE Alice?!" said the enchanting woman in the chair. She was beautiful, stunningly so, with white alabaster china doll skin and fire red hair that was pushed past her ears, while the bulk of it was kept up under her brown tattered top hat. 

'She must be the Mad Hatress,' Alice guessed. "Yes, I'm Alice," Alice said uncomfortably.

"THE ALICE????!!" she exclaimed more excitedly as she looked at Gwendolyn who began to idly float strait up in her propped up position while sipping from a chipped china tea cup.

"Well, why didn't you say so sooner honey!" the Hatress leered with a sultry red brow. Reaching down beside the table, she lifted up a gleaming silver headed cane that shone in the pinkish daylight. Standing on her chair, the Hatress was on top of the table in an instant. She was wearing a deep green satin jacket that had tails and a red satin handkerchief, with a white button up shirt underneath cinched at the neck with a bright red bow tie. She wore a bright green cummerbund around her waist, but below that was the most delightful thing about her apparel. Wearing nothing more than a black opaque panty bottom, her legs were openly exposed encased in deep sheer black pantyhose tights. Her legs were long and muscled showing off her curves as she stood. On her feet she wore 5 inch heeled platform black glossy shoes and with the cane in her hand, she looked like a long legged magic show-girl .

And then it started to rain. With every step the Hatress took, she kicked up dishes and tea, cakes and plates, pots and silverware. 

Quickly opening her parasol to shield her from the shower of dishes, food and drink, Alice was indeed glad she'd taken Gwendolyn's advice and brought it along. Showering shards of broken china and tinkling forks and spoons buffeted off the silvery fabric, all the while the Hatress went on in a litany. 

"When my sweet dear, powdery blue Gwen told me that I'd be having visitors for tea, I nearly lost my hat! Yet here you are prim and proper ready to have a sit and some company!!!!" she ended on a high note.

"RABBIT," the Hatress shouted, her deep red lips opening to show off her gleaming white teeth, "What time is it?

Peeking out from the side of her parasol, Alice watched the exchange between the long legged top hat wearing mistress of tea, and the brown rabbit that was at her black nylon feet.

Moving with slow practiced speed, the brown hare, pulled out a pocket watch from a pot of tea in front of him. The thing was still ticking though dripping with the brown liquid... "Oh, yui're not going ta like my answer, Hatress! It's time for TEAA!!" He shouted throwing the pocket watch at the Hatress. With her eyes still on Alice, she nimbly ducked to the side as the pocket watch flew over her shoulder to crash through the bottom window pane of the windmill.

Idiotically, everyone laughed. Alice just sat there holding her umbrella shield in front of her to save the foray of further tableware from flying at her.

Relaxing somewhat apologetically, the Hatress looked at Alice with concern in her eyes. With sauntering sexy steps she reached the end of the table and stepped down from table top, to chair, to ground as she walked over before Alice. 

She was taller than Alice by a few inches and over half a foot taller than Gwen. Pushing the umbrella out of her way, the Hatress walked up to Alice and lifted her frightened chin with a bright red lacquered finger. "My dear there's no need to be afraid, tea time is always for just a bit of fun!" she said smiling a warm motherly smile.

Despite herself Alice found herself smiling at the Hatress. 

Propping the cane up under one arm, she took up Alice's gray nylon lace covered hands in her own and said "Come now Alice, tell us what is on your mind!"

"TELL US WHAT'S ON YUIR MIND!!!!" The rabbit and the door mouse shouted jovially.

"SHUT UP!!" The Hatress shouted flinging a teacup at the brown hare.

Turning her expression back to Alice, the hat on her head leaning at an impossible angle yet not falling off her scarlet head, the Hatress said, "Why are you here, darling Alice?"

"Well, it seems I've come to Wonderland by my own mind, but I don't have a mind to know where in Wonderland I am." Dear God she was starting to sound like Gwen, she remarked.

"I'm sure this is a wonderful place to be, but all the same I'd like to go home. Back to New York, if you catch my meaning," Alice asked meekly. 

Turning to look at Gwen, who was now upside down and pouring tea UP into an overturned cup, the Hatress remarked, "home?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Gwen resumed her tea time.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I see. You don't know what you want, sweet, sweet Alice," said the Hatress. "This wonderland is of your making."

"But I didn't make up anything! and I want to go HOME!" she shouted a little too harshly.

Looking down at Alice's legs, Alice looked down as well to see her white/gray pantyhose legs standing next to the Hatress' black sheer pantyhose legs. 

Staring up at her from under her hat, her deep brown eyes squinting puzzlingly, the Hatress whispered, "Are you sure this isn't a wonderland of your making."

Not knowing what to say as she was suddenly feeling tingly again at the sight of another fantastic pair of silken legs, Alice stood there with her mouth agape trying to find some words to express her inner conflict.

"Come with me my dear... I think what you need is some perspective," the Hatress said, leading Alice by the hand around the table to the opposite end where Gwen was floating back into her seat with a piece of crumb cake at her lips.

"Gwen said that you alone know what path I'll take next," Alice replied as she watched the Hatress' swishing silken black legs saunter in front of her. Her own legs were warming up as she walked and she self consciously rubbed them more together making a heavenly silken whispering sound.

"Gwen is correct," said the Hatress in an alluring velvety tone. "But I don't know where you're going, I'm only here to show you the way." She led Alice to the head of the table and with one great swing of her arm and cane, the dishes at the head of the table went clattering and breaking off onto the ground leaving a barren tablecloth.

Pushing Alice backwards up against the table, the Hatress lifted her with ease onto the edge so that Alice's lacy white and gray pantyhose legs were exposed, dangling. Putting her warm hands on Alice's thighs, Alice immediately became aroused from another woman touching her silken legs and she parted them instinctively letting the Hatress walk in between them.

"But if you don't know where I'm going, how can you show me the way?" Alice asked in a hushed tone that showed her excitement.

"Call it divine intervention, but my methods always set people on the right path," the Hatress replied in a silken voice.

Floating down to where Alice was sitting, Gwen ran her black sheer silk hands down Alice's legs making sparks fly in Alice's body. The nylon on nylon was amazing and she felt the tingle reach her double pantyhose encased pussy. Reflexively she ground her hips, and the silk touching her clit felt a million times softer as it aroused her. Continuing to feel Alice's wide open legs, Gwen floated down in between the Hatress and Alice, whose legs were idly rubbing one another in silken delight.

Kicking off both their shoes in one smooth motion and hiking up the front of Alice's dress, Gwen lifted the front portion of her own dress, and slipping between Alice's thighs, pressed her double tights clad womanhood against Alices'. 

Her loins were hot and soft, and Alice couldn't find the words to explain what four pairs of nylons felt like as they pressed together. She felt her essence began to flow, and her opening was slick as baby oil. Wanting to feel her silkiness more, Alice wrapped her shiny, sheer white and gray pantyhose legs around Gwen's shiny, black and maroon legs and began grinding lightly in want.

Scooting Alice up the table, Gwen lifted Alice's legs ever so slightly, and pressed the front of her crotch more firmly against Alice. Though their bodies were covered in nylon, Alice could feel Gwen's firm clit pressing against her own. With her legs opened wide to Gwen, and the nylon symphony that was singing as they wiggled against each other, Alice became even more wet from desire.

"The Hatress has an uncanny gift for helping people to see the way," Gwen whispered intimately to Alice, now a scant inch away from her face.

Alice was in love with the green flaring eyes that looked at her so gently. 

As if by design, provoked by Alice's own lustful thoughts, Gwen closed her eyes and lowered her lips to Alice's in a supple soft kiss. Gwen had curt tiny lips that were full and soft as she pressed them a bit more passionately to Alice's. Her head swam in dizziness for some reason as if she were getting drunk off of Gwen's kisses.

Moaning in reply, Alice kissed Gwen back. Putting her hands on the side of Gwen's head, she pulled her Cheshire lover into the kiss, opening her lips in desire. With an uninhibited moan, Gwen parted her lips and met Alice's tongue halfway, as their mouths made love in long wet sucking kisses. 

Alice tasted cinnamon on Gwen's lips, and she noticed Gwen began floating again. Her body became light as air and unconsciously, Alice noticed she was floating too. With the sensation buzzing through her head, Alice was given over to the kiss and the sensation of her clit being rubbed through pantyhose. Gwen thirsted for Alice's lips and slid a hand down to feel her heaving breasts as they floated in the air together turning over so that Gwen was underneath her. 

Unseen hands tugged at Alice's dress and she felt her skirt fall away. Her bare nylon ass was exposed to the Hatresss as she and Gwen settled back down onto the table. Sitting up on top of her chestnut haired lover, Alice undid the purple and black bodice at Gwen's chest and flayed open the clothing to reveal her lovely petite breasts. 

In a breathless huff, Alice put her mouth over her right nipple, eagerly lapping at it with her warm tongue. Gwen in reply, pulled Alices' face closer to her chest while grinding her clit harder against Alice, silk on silk.

Writhing for several moments, Alice began to feel a shuddering inside. Her legs worked faster as she felt her first orgasm building. Looking into Gwen's green eyes, she saw that Gwen was going to come too, her riddling lips had nothing to say aside from gasping for air.

Reaching around to pull Alice's silken ass to her body, Gwen arched up, floating into Alice's crotch as their clits throbbed in climax. Gwen's body shuddered like a fragile leaf as her body was consumed and Alice couldn't breathe for the wave after wave of shocking pleasure that emanated from her pussy. She continued to grind against Gwen, as she pressed her mouth against Gwen's wanting lips. The feeling of silk sliding over her glistening wet pussy and asshole was euphoric. So much she had to reach down a hand to grip her throbbing clit as it was uncontrollably convulsing with sensitive delights. 

Alice noticed her sensitivity to Gwen whenever they touched, but this was inexplicably addictive, and at the same time magnified. As if there was something magical that amplified all of her nylon pleasures. In all her life she hadn't felt anything like this pantyhose love making and she knew she wanted more.

"Oh God Gwen that was wonderful," Alice panted as a stray wisp of blonde hair fell in front of her face.

"Honey, you haven't seen anything yet," Gwen replied devilishly. With a burst of blue smoke that made everything go dark, Alice couldn't tell which way was up or down. 

As the world began to stop spinning, and the smoke cleared, Alice found herself on her back at the head of the table again, with her knees up and her legs spread wide. Gwen was floating above her by a good three feet and the Hatress stepped in to kneel between Alice's legs. 

"Look at all this silk," the Hatress exclaimed to Gwen. "This simply won't do!"

"Allow me, my dear," Gwen said as the tip of one dainty black shiny lace and maroon double pantyhose toe touched Alice on her clit.

As if electrified, Alice bucked her hips in another orgasm that hadn't even had time to build. "OH GODDD!!" Alice exclaimed as she felt the nylon of both pairs of her elegant pantyhose part to reveal her dripping womanhood.

"Ah! Now that's more like it," said the Hatress satisfied.

"If we're going to show Alice the path, she'll need a bit more coaxing before she'll see the light," Gwen purred playfully. Disappearing in a woosh of blue smoke, with her face reappearing further up Alice's body, Gwen's body began to boil and form again without her own skirt, revealing her slim maroon and black lace legs in a straddling position above Alice's face.

Hovering with her knees to either side of Alice's head, Alice looked up Gwen's demure body and into her penetrating green eyes.

Reaching up with wanting hands, Alice stroked Gwen's legs as the nylon slid underneath her palms like a pantyhose dream come true.

Alice was beyond turned on, and she wanted desperately to pleasure her nylon lovers. Pulling with urgency on Gwen's legs, Gwen floated down on top of Alice's face, as Alice lifted up her head to press her wanting lips onto Gwen's moistened pantyhose encased pussy.

Pressing her face deep against Gwen's crotch, Alice probed her tongue out hungrily, forcing the double nylon of Gwen's black sheer lace pantyhose and maroon tights up against her slit. With a moan, Gwen grabbed onto Alice's head gently as she began wiggling back and forth against Alice's mouth. 

With every move of her hips, Alice could feel Gwen's sweet little flower opening up to the incessant licking of her tongue. Gwen was wet too. Drippingly so, and her nectar tasted like honey, to which Alice greedily lapped at her through her silk. "Mmmmmm Aliccceeeee. You're doing so wonderfully," Gwen cooed as her writhing bent legs flexed to the motion of her floating body. 

Feeling hands on her own legs, Alice stretched out her right leg while her left leg was still propped up on the table. She could feel the naked hands of the Hatress feeling the length of her double nylon legs, stroking her calves, running her fingers along the arch of her foot and grasping her upper thighs right where her pantyhose had a magical hole in them next to her exposed slit. 

The air was cool between her legs where the nylon had been opened up, and Alice felt the cool touch as a generous bead of her own wetness ebbed from her still flexing quim down to her asshole. She couldn't believe she was so wet, and she wanted more. All the nylon foreplay and oral sex was driving her batty and she desperately wanted more attention.

There was a beat of time when the Hatress left her legs idle. Then a second later her hands were on her foot again, this time they guided her foot in between the Hatress' sheer black pantyhose legs. The feeling of her double coated foot sliding up her long muscular legs was an electric jolt that went right up her spine. The Hatress rubbed Alice's foot on one thigh, and then the other before slipping Alice's silky foot back between her legs where her black opaque panty had been removed and her sheer black hose had a similar missing panel, exposing the Hatress red bush of hair.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 05



Alice felt hot wetness on the top of her foot and toes as the Hatress pressed her legs together trapping Alice's foot against her cunny. Then Alice felt something new. A warm hard smooth rounded sensation at her opening. It felt nearly identical to the golden statue's phallus that she'd straddled in the mirror room prior to growing to superior heights. 

This time the hard form twisted back and forth teasingly at Alice's pussy. Still suckling Gwen who was nearly jumping off her face from delight, Alice began to wiggle her hips in a grinding fashion, beckoning more of the smooth metal to penetrate her.

With one hand on Alice's bent pantyhose leg holding her firmly, the Hatress rewarded Alice with the sliding in of a thick metal shaft. "Mmmmmm seems she likes my cane, Gwen," The Hatress teased with delight. 'Oh God,' Alice thought, the cane was a perfect idea and Alice remembered its bulbous head and thick silver shaft. The rounded head itself had to have been three inches long, while the gleaming one-and-a-half inch thick shaft was at least another six.

"Oh, yes!" Gwendolyn expressed breathlessly, "She's doing a fine job," as she tightened her grip on Alice's golden blonde head, grinding her clit against Alice's mouth.

The Hatress pressed the head of the cane firmly into Alice, and Alice spread her legs wide wanting it to fill her up in her pantyhose. The head of the cane was incredibly thick and she could feel her opening tighten as it stretched her. Her pussy was so amazingly slippery, that with every centimeter that slid inside her, she could feel more of her passion juice ooze down to her ass.

Moving her thumb down to twiddle Alice's clit, the Hatress continued to insert the cane. Wanting to be fucked so badly in her pantyhose, Alice bucked back and forth; begging hungrily for it. After a beat she got what she wanted. Applying more pressure, the head of the cane passed Alice's opening and with an orgasm inspired flex, Alice's pussy squeezed the totality of the three inches, sucking the length of the head inside of her.

With a muffled cry, Alice's clit exploded in joy from being wetly fondled as her pussy spasmed against the warm throbbing head of the cane that her body so eagerly loved having inside her. With every convulsion, Alice squatted further and further down the table, against the Hatress' cane, drawing more of the glorious cane inside her.

"My my... that was a big one wasn't it, Alice?" The Hatress praised. Alice was so dizzy with delight from cumming and having the honey flavored pantyhose pussy of her lover on her face, she was sure her head would spin off.

"More... please more!" Alice cried. Furthering her lust, Alice began to wiggle her toes that were being doused in the Hatress' womanly sauce. She drew her pantyhose foot back and forth between the Hatress' legs pushing her big toe along her wet slit and fondling the Hatress' clit, pussy hole and anus.

"Ohhhhh my," the Hatress panted huskily as she started grinding her loins against Alice's toes and silken foot.

"Having some fun Hatress?" Gwen asked through waves of pleasure. Gwen could feel her orgasm building again but it wasn't fast enough for her liking so she decided to have some fun. Lifting off of Alice's disappointed face, Gwen flipped in the air so that she was facing backward above Alice on her hands and knees. Lowering down slowly in a passionate 'sixty-nine', Gwen reached a single black sheer nylon covered finger to her own pantyhose pussy and pushing on her clit, Alice watched as the nylon parted revealing Gwen's glorious honey soaked love box. 

Without missing a beat, and fueled by her own lust, Alice dove her face into Gwen's exposed nakedness making Gwen squeal with pleasure that shuddered her legs. Reaching her arms around Gwen's tiny waist she hugged her nylon petite body against her naked breasts as her tongue tunneled into Gwen's drenched wetness.

Mirroring Alice's desire, Gwen lowered her sweet soft mouth to Alice's clit and began to suck it lavishly while the Hatress started to stroke into Alice using the cane. Gwen's silky hands curled under Alice's bottom with her fingers clenching at her ass cheeks pulling them apart to allow better penetration of the cane.

Alice didn't know how much more she could take. She was in rapture with each lick and deep probing of the phallus. Her pussy was hungry as it continued to squeeze the velvet metal. She could feel it going deeper as the Hatress pushed in farther. Her pussy was so full as she felt six, seven, eight and nearly all nine inches of the thick silver cock glide in with a wet sound. Alice could tell Gwen was about to come as well. She knew the joy of being licked through her pantyhose as had happened in college, but there was no substitute to having a wet slippery mouth and tongue going to town on you.

As if in reply to her pending explosion, Gwen slid the fingers of her gloved hand around to Alice's tight flexing asshole. Lubricating her middle nylon finger, she pressed firmly on Alice's anus making slow lazy circles as she worked to open up Alice's rear portal. Alice felt faint at the joy of her other erogenous zone being probed.

With her other hand, Gwen placed the flat of her palm on Alice's stomach, right on top of her golden pubic triangle and began pressing down firmly on her pelvis, gyrating her hand in a circle. With every thrust of the silver cane, Alice felt her Tsunami force orgasm building. The cane filled her so complete and deeply and with each wet insertion it massaged her G-spot, pressing up hard against Gwen's palm on her stomach. With the hot sucking on her clit and a lubricated finger playing with her anus, Alice lost her mind as she came from her clit, pussy and ass all at the same time. Drawing in a breath, she cried out helplessly in inexplicable joy as heat spread from her body in all directions. Her pantyhose foot, ground up onto the Hatress' clit, and she felt her black nylon legged host cum with quaking thighs. Gwen spread her legs wide, lowering her pussy fully onto Alice's face as her clit swelled in orgasm. Alice felt the goey honey drip from Gwen's pussy as she continued to lick her pantyhose wrapped snack. 

Expecting her orgasm to end though, Alice's pleasure persisted. With each new lick of Gwen's tongue it became intensified and instead of fading, her cumming escalated. Her ass jumped off the table as her clit exploded again becoming sensitive to everything. The Hatress began masturbating Alice's pussy faster with the cane, and she could feel the silver dong pressing wetly against Gwen's finger that began wriggling deep in her ass. 

"Oh my God.. I can't! Can't take any more!!" Alice gasped as her body heaved with each pulsing wave of pleasure that ripped through her cunt and clit like an earthquake.

"She's almost there," cooed the Hatress as her hand worked to pump the cane into Alice with a lovingly delightful slurping sound.

Still cumming herself, Gwen commented breathlessly, "Here... here she cums... I can feel it building under my palm."

Alice didn't know what they were talking about as she had been cumming for the last minute in glorious bliss that made it hard to breath from desire. Then suddenly she did feel it. A pressure building behind her clit that was like a water balloon filling with each swell of her clit and stroke inside her pussy. 

"Here she CUMMMMSSSS!" Exclaimed the brown rabbit and door mouse further down the table as they tinkled plates and cups.

And with a final orgasm that made her feel as though her entire nervous system was going to shut down, Alice did indeed cum. The cane ground hard into her g-spot as Gwen's tongue surged with magical electricity on her clit and her palm pressed onto Alice's stomach.

"Pull it out!" shouted Gwen to the Hatress, who immediately withdrew the long loving cane, and then Alice lost her mind. The pressure whooshed through Alice's body and she could feel her pussy gushing her fluids in a hot wet splash. As her newly vacated slit convulsed with an orgasm, Alice's hips lurched up involuntarily as her ass relaxed welcoming the slip of Gwen's nylon covered finger deeper into her sphincter up to the knuckle.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!" Alice cried out, her head rocking back and forth as her arms hugged Gwen's petite body. Her legs went numb and shook violently as all of her energy poured from her pussy in a wet well of her silky lubricant. She felt both layers of her pantyhose become soaked with her own fluid and her pussy spasmed in unison with her clit until finally she could see color again other than a blinding white and her breath began to fill her lungs once more..

"I can't... I can't take any more.. please... please stop...Oh my God, I can't stop cumming," Alice pleaded through a satisfied lusty grin.

"You're almost ready to find your path my love," the Hatress encouraged.

Alice felt people moving here and there, she felt hands on her body smoothing her nylon legs. Kisses and tongues flitting over her body as the sky continued to spin. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from the removed patch in her white and gray pantyhose, while a deep brown pair of eyes, belonging to the Mad Hatress glared at her lustfully from her exposed breasts.

How had she gotten here? She tried to remember where her day had started and slowly, between the shattering waves of pleasure, her mind raced back to a cabin in the woods.

"Look beyond the windmill Alice. What do you see?" asked the Mad Hatress. Quivering from weakness and having spent all of her energy on cumming multiple times, Alice cleared her head slightly and looked lazily beyond the table, past the chairs, past the tattered and torn windmill sheets, past the orange soothing lights in the tower to the grassy field beyond.

As Gwen continued to lick her wide tongue up and down Alice's greased womanhood, Alice saw yellow pin pricks of light start to form in the field. Like a hundred fireflies were illuminating in the cotton candy pink afternoon light. Then there were thousands of pin pricks of light and they grew brighter, Brighter and even brighter still. Suddenly the dots formed blocks and the blocks formed a road. With each completed brick a shaft of light shot up from the ground, as one by one they appeared. When the light subsided each block was in fact a yellow brick. The path of yellow pinprick and shafts of beaming golden lights diminished off into the distance past the trees towards a gold field of wheat.

Whispering in Alice's ear, the Hatress asked, "What do you see Alice, where is your path?"

"I see," Alice said as she was about to pass out from pleasure... "I see... I see a yellow brick road, just there." Lifting her hand she pointed to the right of the windmill and then with her strength spent, she collapsed on the table.

"I think we overdid it," she heard Gwen's voice say through a blue cloudy fog.

"Mmmmm maybe a little, but it was soooooo funnnnn..." said the Hatress, barely a whisper. And then Alice let the blackness take her.



Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 06



Alice awoke in a warm fluffy bed, as if the mattress was made of feathers and cotton balls (which most likely they were). The aroma of old wood and cinnamon lingered in the air and Alice slowly but surely came too from her sleep.

Rubbing her thighs together she could tell she was still in her nylons and her tea party attire. The gown felt comfy against her skin as she lay on the thick billowy mattress.

It had been a rather interesting sensation to have passed out from having too strong of an orgasm. Certainly a new benchmark in Alice's history of pantyhose sex. She also noticed her thighs were moist as well. Recalling the hatter and Gwen's combined efforts on the tea table, Alice remembered her gushing orgasm that was also something she had never experienced to such a magnitude. The only other time she'd cum to the point she had squirted was when her college roommate Sara and her had had pantyhose sex for the first time. It was all so amazing and new and completely sheer and silky that she was overcome in the heat of passion. 

Idly remembering the combination of deep thrusting, tonguing and pantyhose stimulation, Alice felt quite naughty wondering if she could do it again. Blinking her eyes in the warm blue/yellow glow of the morning that poured through the oddly shaped window, she was immediately taken aback. There was a table (complete with dinnerware and napkins) as well as three iron chairs with torn cushions, and several other pieces of furniture, stuck to the ceiling. Likewise she noticed that the bed sat on the floor, or rather the ceiling as the entire room seemed upside down.

Staring blankly at the objects magically held up above her and the inverted chandelier that was strained at the end of its chain next to the bed, Alice attempted to let the sight sink in. "That's it.... I've gone completely around the bend," Alice muttered aloud.

"Silly Alice," chimed Gwen's melodious yet somewhat distant voice. "You can't go around the bend when you don't even know where the bend is." Looking up to the table where the voice emanated from, Alice saw Gwen swirl into form from a vaporous blue plume sitting neatly in one of the iron chairs on the ceiling, or was it the floor?

"There you go with your riddles again, Gwendolyn," Alice retorted with a smirk that couldn't help but turn into a smile.

"Tut tut Silly Alice," Gwen reprimanded astutely, "riddles only beguile the minds of those who don't know the answers. So a statement to me, a riddle to you. Not around the bend to me, but the bend around it seems to you."

Alice's head began to hurt and instead of arguing further, she switched the subject. "I suppose now you'll tell me that I know exactly where I'm going next, too?" Alice quipped while sitting up in the comfy bed.

"Nope," replied Gwen calmly as she started floating downwards from the ceiling, or rather upwards from the upside down floor. Twisting in flight, she floated down so her hips were straddling Alice's feet and her hand rested warmly on Alice silky thighs. "You already know where you're going lovely little silly Alice," Gwen quipped with a seductive grin.

Racing through her mind over the final moments of her orgasmic encounter prior, she suddenly recalled the pinpricks of lights that formed the golden yellow brick road leading into the distance. "The yellow brick road!!" Alice exclaimed, both proud and surprised at her recollection. 

"Good girl," Gwen smiled devilishly. "Though sadly for you I can't stick around and Piff, Puff Poof you all day" Every time she spouted the Piff, Puff Poof she instantly disappeared and reappeared with a deep blue plume of roiling smoke.

Waving away the wisps of jasmine smoke that choked her nose, Alice started feeling suddenly anxious. "You mean you're not coming along for this adventure?" she said almost pleadingly.

With softening emerald green eyes that began glowing with compassion, Gwen's expression became slightly saddened and heartfelt. "Oh, silly Alice, if only that I could, but you've chosen to walk this part of your journey alone. All I'm here for is to get you ready."

"Oh for God's SAKE!" Alice shouted angrily, at her herself. "I certainly wish, that what I want would happen, and that what I don't want to happen would stop! I don't want to be alone, Gwen and I need you to come with me!"

With blazing green eyes Gwen leaned forward towards Alice with a devilish grin on her cute little lips. "Oh, you want to CUM with me do you? Wish granted sweetheart..."

Leaning forward more so that their lips met, Gwen pushed Alice back down onto the mattress with her kiss, instantly opening her mouth to luxuriate in a passionate kiss that Alice didn't bother to resist. Loving the sensual, but loving nature of Gwen's cinnamon tainted kiss, Alice ran her fingers through Gwen's hair as she held her head in the embracing kiss.

After a moment of wriggling tongues and heavy breathing that was starting to come in gasps, Alice felt Gwen's hand cup her pussy as two fingers found their way to her slippery opening. Scooting up so her pussy was directly above Alice's, Gwen spread and lowered her silky maroon and black lace sheer nylon covered legs so her hand was touching both Alice's pussy and her own slippery slit.

Breathlessly, as her hand slid wetly between the two women, Gwen smiled wickedly as her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned in ecstasy " CUM with me Alice!" she exclaimed and the magic in her fingers jolted both of their pussy's simultaneously. In the same instant that Gwen and Alice reached their orgasm, there was a shriek of pleasure that resounded from both of them. Both sets of silken legs quivered uncontrollably as Gwen's nimble fingers rubbed their clits firmly, and as Alice sat bolt upright, her lover disappeared in an enormous burst of blue smoke that enveloped the entire room.

Alice's body felt tingly and pressured all at the same time. The sensual warmth of her dress and pantyhose disappeared and she felt her arms and chest squeeze and relax. Her wet pantyhose were gone and she could feel her crotch sealing up again as if new pantyhose were growing in their place. Her ankles and calves squeezed again, as the sensation of sheer nylon stockings being pulled up her legs, hugged her knees and thighs. Another second whizzed by in the blue fog and she felt satin fabric over her body and chest concealed by a fitting dress. Last was a pull at her hair that made her head jerk back softly.

As the sensation subsided and the smoke cleared, Alice, still breathless from cumming so unexpectedly, looked down at her abrupt wardrobe change.

Her luxurious tea time gown had sadly vanished and was replaced with a powder blue satin dress that came down to her mid thigh. The chest was soft and smooth and covered her breasts so snuggly that her breasts looked enormous as they were strained and pressed together in a very obvious display of cleavage. There were rows of white lace down the front with glitter embedded into the fibers giving it a diamond look in the afternoon light. Her shoulders were lightly covered with smooth triangular shaped panels that ran from her breasts over to her shoulder blades leaving her upper arms bare. On her forearms Alice wore satin blue wrist covers that had a similar diamond sparkling white lace trim and a "V" shape that ended with a loop around her middle finger. Much like a maid's wrist covers but more elegant and supple.

Looking down, Alice smiled slyly as she took in the sight of her long lovely legs. She was in sheer opaque tan tights that were seamless and snuggled up against her sensitive pussy. On top of that was a white and black pair of striped stockings that had a blue satin and white lace topped trim. Her legs had a silky sheen in the pink daylight and she rubbed them together, purring with warm satisfaction.

Her lovely blond hair was beautifully styled with large opulent waves and curls that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, her bangs lying swept to either side across her forehead framed her lovely cream colored skin in golden locks. 

On her feet was the oddest part of her ensemble. She had on bright red Mary Jane heels that looked as if they were encrusted with ruby jewels. They sparkled brilliantly with light reflecting off of every facet and Alice was entranced by the magical glow they seemed to have. "Wow... Ruby slippers, that's a first," Alice muttered more to herself than the unseen Gwendolyn.

"What's with the shoes Gwen?" Alice asked genuinely puzzled. 

"This is a world of your making Silly Alice," Gwen cooed as if she were repeating basic instructions to a child. "How should I know... I'm only your guide." Her head reappearing upside down in front of Alice, eyes blazing as she spun like a chicken on a rotisserie, Gwen smiled a brief longing grin that seemed as if what was going to happen next was out of her control.

"I'm sorry my sweetheart, but you have to travel the road again by yourself. The mystery of the shoes you'll discover soon, you alone have made them real and you must follow the yellow brick road to find out why." 

"But why can't you..." Alice began in a nervous huff, as Gwen began to thin and fade.

"I'm sorry Sweet Alice... I'm sorry," and then Gwen was gone most abruptly, "when you need me I'll be there, as alwaysssss.

The upside down windmill room was dramatically quiet as Alice stared blankly at the air where Gwen had once been. "Fabulous," she muttered with a dramatic puff of air blown out the side of her cheek.

Sliding out of the comfy bed, her ruby slippers clacked lightly on the wooden floor as her new tights and stockings sent a tickle of pleasure across her nylon clad bottom, Alice set out from the windmill to the golden green plains. The enormous tea table was still set as if the tea party had never ended, though the Hatress, crazy hare and the door mouse were all gone. Most likely carrying on elsewhere in Wonderland, Alice guessed with a smirk of wit. 

Turning to face behind the windmill there stood the yellow brick road she'd seen the day prior after the passionate throes had revealed the path. It was an odd sight in the morning light as the warm sunrise turning to day made the bricks gleam as if they were made of true gold vice yellow painted bricks. 

The pine trees were thick alongside the yellow brick road and the music of crickets and birds rang out from everywhere. The blue sky overhead was a brilliant match to her dress and it seemed as though this was a great start to a new day.

When she walked, her nylons rubbed together with a velvety whisper that caused Alice to grin smugly. It was a familiar sensation that Alice began becoming too accustomed too. The feeling of having her entire lower body in pantyhose tights was blissful in itself, but having stockings on to boot magnified the pleasure of simply wearing hosiery. Feeling two differences in pressure as they hugged her legs in different places, all the while caressing her legs with a silky rapture, was heaven.

Continuing along the yellow brick road, Alice was enamored with the sight of her striped legs and the ruby slippers on her lovely feet. The opaque look of the black and white stripes was mesmerizing as she admired the shape of her legs and the occasional peek of shiny sheer tan tights on her thighs as a gust of wind would blow her dress skirt idly aside. She wiggled her toes in her shoes as she walked and crisscrossed her steps so that her pussy could enjoy the feeling of folds of silk swishing past her lips and clit. She normally wore panties between her nylons and her pussy, but she was becoming more open to the wonderful sensation of going without undies. Going for a walk was quickly becoming more of a joy filled adventure than it was simply a task of traveling.

She noticed after several minutes, or had it been hours? that she was smiling incessantly. Her hands, with the blue satin brocaded arm sleeves worked to pull her satin dress tight across her thighs and bottom as she played with her heavenly nylons. 'Why did it always feel so good?' she wondered. ' Most women only wear them for fashion or for formal wear. Why am I so obsessed with pantyhose, tights, stockings and nylons in a capacity well outside of aesthetics?'

Her childhood and growing up had always included wearing something on her legs in some fashion or another, but as an adult she had begun forming her days, her events, schedules and even meals around what she was wearing. When she planned for vacations she thought of instances where she could show off her legs and even more occasions where she could wear all of her multitude of pantyhose and tights. She wore pantyhose every day of her life. If she woke up late on a weekend she'd put on a gray pair of silky sheer hose under her sweats and be a bum all day while still in her hose. When she got home from work she'd rarely take off her nylons, instead she'd put on a pair of shorts or even jeans over her pantyhose to finish out the rest of her day. When she exercised, did her laundry, read a book or cleaned the house she was always in silk or nylon of some form.

When she met people or interacted with others, she pondered if they liked nylons. When she saw women in the office or on the street, at the market or in her apartment complex she wondered 'do they love nylons like I do? Do they like how my legs look? Do they masturbate in their pantyhose at night? Hell do they sleep in their pantyhose too?' This normally led to her needing to pleasure herself at work or after she got home from a night on the town. Yet for all her pondering the biggest question was, 'why am I still alone?'

Stopping in mid stride on the yellow brick road at her sudden quizzical thought about not being in a relationship she suddenly noticed she had no clue where she was. The pine trees were entirely gone and she was in the grass lands with rolling hills and rocky clumps here and there where the occasional giant oak tree grew. There was a mild breeze blowing that made her golden hair float in the air, and still the yellow brick road wandered on in twists and turns.

Looking up to the sun she noticed it was considerably higher in the sky than when she'd set out from the windmill and noticed that she had been thinking about hosiery for several hours with no woe to her feet. Looking down the sun glinted with ferocity off the beautiful red shoes. "Pretty amazing shoes to be so comfortable," Alice said with an impressed smile.

'...you have to travel the road again by yourself. The mystery of the shoes you'll discover soon, you alone have made them real and you must follow the yellow brick road to find out why.' Gwen's words rattled through her head, but she couldn't fathom why the shoes were important at all. Aside from being comfy footwear and being second to none in brilliance, they didn't' seem to hold the secrets of the universe.

As she continued on her journey, Alice noticed she was getting hungry. "Great!" she mussed to herself, "you set out for a day long trip with no clue of where you're going and forgot to pack a lunch." If she'd thought about it she could have wrapped up several of the cakes and pastries that were still on the Hatress' table. Walking on she came upon an old stone hut, a wooden bridge and the sound of rushing water. The oak trees were clumped along the river and were flourishing for several hundred yards on either side.

Walking across the bridge she peeked over the edge as the cool clear water rushed by underneath. The Thick wooden boards creaked playfully under her ruby feet as she went across, and the sunlight of the day warmed her silky legs as she skipped the last few feet to the other side. The grass was thigh-high in this part of the plains and a brilliant green to compliment the silvery river that bubbled over rocks and the deep brown wooded glade of trees.

Approaching the hut, the door was missing and the windows were hazy with grime from years of neglect. Walking in Alice saw a table and chairs with a small cupboard to one side, all of it completely covered in a thick layer of dust. Checking the cupboard she wasn't surprised to see an absence of food, but chuckled none-the-less for her preposterous thought that she'd actually find something to eat.

With a heavy sigh of disappointment, Alice idly tapped her toe on the wooden floorboard as she pondered what to do. "If only I could find some FOOD!" she exclaimed at the exact instant her ruby slipper toe punctuated the word by kicking the floor. A brilliant flash of red, like a dazzling crimson flashbulb from an archaic camera exploded inside the hut forcing her to shut her eyes tight with a startled 'yelp.'

Blinking the flash from her eyes she looked around the room to see the entire hut filled with food. Baskets of vegetables were piled up against the walls. The cupboard was filled with frosted cookies, loaves of bread and wheat crackers. Barrels of wine and nectar sat stacked behind the chairs while a bounty of roasted ham, scalloped potatoes, buttered beans, chilled cranberries, and chocolate covered strawberries heaped to overflowing on top of the table.

Utterly speechless Alice reached out to taste the ham as if it was intangible and she was imagining the food from a famine induced hallucination. It was steaming hot to touch and as she peeled off a piece and tasted it, a maple honey glaze mingled with the sweet salt of pork flooded her mouth making her salivary glands burst with delight.

Quickly grabbing a chair, Alice pulled up to the table and immediately began feasting on the bounty that had seemingly come out of nowhere. Stopping in mid bite of a buttered bread stick, Alice looked down at her shoes with a wondering glare. Thinking for a moment about the red flash of light, she looked around the hut for something to test her hypothesis on.

Snapping her fingers in delight she quickly stood up, a breadstick in one hand, a goblet of caramel sweetened milk in the other. Clearing her mouth she uttered aloud, "clean up this hut!" at the same instant she stamped her ruby foot onto the floorboard.

A blinding flash of red erupted again, and as her vision cleared the hut was immaculately spotless. The worn wood was smooth and polished, the grout holding the large stones in the wall was repaired and bleached white, the dust had vanished from every corner of the small hut, the windows were spotless with liquid clear glass panes, and even the door that was missing had been replaced with a thick wooden door that bore brand new golden hinges.

Testing the shoes again, Alice merely thought of a plush sofa and kicked her red toe again against the floor. Red light beamed everywhere and a sofa just like the one from her mind was against the far wall on the opposite side of the hut amid the baskets of veggies.

"Oh my God," she said breathlessly. "So that is the secret of the shoes. They'll give you whatever your heart desires!" Smiling against her will, she stamped her foot tremendously hard against the floor, but nothing happened. Alice's shoulders sagged in disappointment and sat back down at the feast covered table. "I guess New York is a little bit too much to hope for huh?" she asked her shoes that didn't reply.

Content to eat her meal she was nearly finished eating a plate of red velvet cake when a blinding glint of light reflected into her eyes from something outside. Blinking at the harsh light now in her eyes from the passing sun, she stood and walked to the window peering out into the grassy field. There was something large and silver shining in the tall grass about 20 feet away that Alice couldn't quite make out.

Taking her cake with her as she ventured out of the hut, a light breeze blew between Alice's' pantyhose thighs making her skirt briefly billow up above her waist causing a tickling sensation of cool wind against her bare nylon womanhood. With a purr, she rubbed her legs together as she took intentionally long strides towards the object that had glinted in the sun.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 06



With an abrupt halt that made Alice's hair spill forward over her shoulders, she stood transfixed by what she saw in the tall grass. A silver statue of a beautiful woman with rust in various spots across her body sat motionless out in the wild. She was on her hands and knees and looked so real that Alice could swear the sculptor had been a genius to create such a lifelike resemblance. 

Her shoulders and chest were against the ground with one arm stretched out in front of her. One clawed hand was stuck into the grass with the long green foliage growing up around her. Her other hand was reaching back and holding the back of her thigh while her ass was sticking up in the air; legs bent, knees together and toes pointing backwards. 

The statues face was angelic to behold with full lips, supple eyes and long silver hair that was pooled on the ground. She wasn't clothed in much, Alice noted. There were elbow length silver gloves on her arms, a simple corset with silver carved ties down her back, a thong bikini bottom covering her privates and knee high, high-heeled boots on her legs.

Whoever had made the statue picked a very odd position to forge it in and had an even more odd place to display it out in the grass field. Smiling playfully, Alice set down her cake and straddled the ass of the statue like she was riding a mechanical bull and began sliding her silken quim across the metal. 

"Yeee HAW!!" Alice exclaimed in mock cowboy fashion. Moving with an undulating motion she pressed hard against the warm metal suddenly enjoying the sensation she felt as her nylons stretched and rippled across her clit as she moved back and forth along the length of the silver thong. She was getting quite wet she noticed as her slick pussy lips parted to press against the inside of her sheer tan tights making an increasingly larger wet spot. 'Oh this feels soooo ggoooodd,' Alice thought to herself.

Suddenly there was a supple vibration through the statue that caused Alice to leap off and back away, pulling her skirt down in fright. Looking at the statue it remained still, but something had changed about the thong. It looked brilliant and new like chrome steel, and as Alice reached out to feel it, the thong gave way as if it had come apart from the statue itself.

Biting her lip in curiosity, Alice pulled the thong down to the statues knees where it bunched up like real fabric would, and exposed the statues beautifully designed anus and womanhood. Feeling the metal it was hard as steel but had all the detail that a real woman's privates would have. Right down to the silvery brush of pubic hair that was trimmed as a tiny triangular patch above the silver hooded clit.

"oil me," came a silvery whisper from out of nowhere.

Backing up again in startled fright Alice waited for several seconds with nothing to hear but the breeze. Thinking better of messing with the statue she started to head back towards the yellow brick road when she heard it again.

"oil me... please," said the same silvery voice.

Approaching the front of the statue, Alice knelt down, pulled her hair aside and put her ear close to the mouth of the statue.

"oil me," came the pleading voice again from deep inside the silver chest. The sound was like a flute that could speak. Both musical and hollow at the same time.

Standing up again and looking around stupidly for an oil-can, Alice unfortunately found none. Pushing her legs together, she looked down at her shoes and instantly thought of conjuring up some oil from her ruby slippers when she felt her own slickness squish between her pussy lips and soak into her tights. Looking at the thong that had suddenly become tangible and pliable, Alice remembered rubbing herself along its length with her own lubricant coating a healthy portion of the metal underwear.

Approaching the statue, Alice knelt down behind it with her black and white striped stocking knees spread wide apart. 'I wonder..' she puzzled with a devious grin as she lifted the skirt of her dress exposing her nylon encased loins. Bunching her skirt up under her left elbow and holding her pantyhose waistband away from her belly, she reached in her right hand, sliding two fingers first along her wet clit and finally down to her quivering opening.

Making several sensual circles on her clit with her fingers, she let the slick fluid of her pussy moisten her fingers before pulling her glistening hand from her shimmering tights. Leaning over the statues rump, Alice gently rubbed her self-lubricated fingers along the length of the statues pussy and hooded clit. Her womanly grease coated the silver metal and after just a few moments the metal became softer and pliable with the tarnished metal gleaming like chrome until the statue's pussy was as soft and giving as Alice's own body.

"oil meeeeee," came the statue's voice again, though with incessant urge and maybe even a hint of lust. 

Resting back on her heels, Alice pondered how she was going to oil the entire statue with her pussy. As horny as she could be, she certainly wasn't a juice factory. Scratching her head quizzically, Alice saw her half-eaten red velvet cake with butter-cream frosting nearby and had a sudden flashback to the day she'd arrived in Wonderland in the octagonal room with mirrors and the giant golden statue that reached from the floor to the ceiling. She'd kissed the statue's mouth passionately and some sort of butter cream flavored liquid had made her shrink, while the honey-esque tincture that had spurted into Alice's love canal, that came from the miniature statue's phallus, had made her grow to the size of a giant.

"Hmmmmmmm," Alice wondered. "It can't be that easy..."

Still, bitten by the curiosity of what she'd seen, Alice spread her knees again, lifted her skirt, and started rubbing her clit firmly through her silken nylon tights. The sensation was heaven in the soft silky haze of lust. She wiggled her toes so she could enjoy the feeling of nylons all up and down her legs as she continued to get herself more and more aroused. After a few more minutes she felt a small ripple of pleasure that made her jolt slightly with a gasp. "mmmmmm that should be enough," she said with a throaty grin. Pulling her pantyhose away from her belly she plunged her hand back down to her pussy sliding two fingers across her now drenched lips. "Ohhhhhh Goddd, that's sooo wet," she moaned as thin streams of her own juice dripped off her fingernails, pooling into the crotch of her pantyhose. Pushing in further Alice easily slipped her fingers knuckle deep into her pussy and began wiggling them inside, feeling small tremors of pleasure as she flicked her g-spot.

After masturbating her sensitive pussy for a few self indulgent penetrating strokes, Alice pulled her fingers out carefully, so as not to touch her pantyhose, Alice held up her glistening and lavishly soaked fingers before leaning in towards the statue. With her fingertips at the statues tight opening, Alice pressed slow and gently against the silver flesh that spread and accommodated her lubricated fingers. After a second of working her fingers back and forth into the silver mound, Alice buried her quim soaked fingers knuckle deep into the statues pussy where she wiggled her slippery digits in tiny circles. After a beat, the statue's pussy began to respond, flexing against Alice's fingers and Alice could feel the silver flesh all around the statue's pussy become softer like real skin. The statue's ass began to pucker in time with Alice's masturbating fingers and the silvery ass checks went from a dull silver, to a lustrous chrome like her pussy and the thong before.

"more....." the silver statue purred, still frozen with her shiny ass in the air.

Wracking her brains, Alice stood and began pacing still wondering how she was going to unfreeze the entire statue. "It seems as though it could work.... if I could funnel my.." With a sudden shock of brilliance Alice closed her eyes with a thought in her mind and stomped the ground with a ruby footed thump. Red light exploded everywhere and the daylight sun paled in comparison to the blinding flash.

Opening her eyes with a smile Alice looked down into the palm of her hand to see the gleaming 16 inch long golden phallus. She'd recalled the horned saddle in the room of mirrors and thought 'if it could secrete fluid into her during the throes of passion to make her grow, why wouldn't it work the same for Alice to funnel her cunt sauce into the statue here and now?'

Tumbling the long smooth golden rod in her hand, she observed the ½ inch smooth bored out hole that ran through the center of the gilded cock. "Yes, I think this will work peeeeerfectly," Alice said to herself as her fingers caressed the smooth rounded ends.

"This is going to be fun."

Getting down onto her knees to mirror the position of the statue, and placing her nylon legs on either side of the silver maiden's knees, Alice situated her shiny, tan, tights covered ass inches away from the silver statue's womanhood.

With a tap of her ruby toe and a mischievous thought, red light flashed and Alice felt the cool day breeze drift across her now exposed pussy. Admiring the new open slit in her pantyhose that her ruby Mary Jane's had created, she grinned again as she could now penetrate herself with ease. 'These shoes are going to make this adventure magnificent.'

Reaching back with the golden rod, Alice slipped the warm metal head along her slit, instantly coating the first head with her slippery essence. Pressing the two inch thick rod past her opening, Alice's eyes rolled back in her head as she relaxed her pussy, accommodating the wide shaft inside her. Gripping the phallus firmly with her fist, Alice backed slowly against the cock pressing it deeper and deeper inside. Breathless, with a golden rod protruding from her quim, Alice flexed and squeezed her pussy one final time with at least seven inches buried deep, before slipping the lovely metal shaft out of her body.

Turning the gold cock around, Alice pointed the moistened end of the masturbating toy towards the silver statue's supple metal mound. Pressing with practiced care, she easily slid the lubricated rod inside the statue's pussy, bringing a faint hollow moan of ecstasy from the statue's silver lips. Gliding the cock deeper inside the silver statue, the lovingly pliable pussy took in 5 inches of gold with a tight, greedy, effortless slurp.

Going down onto both hands and knees, Alice wiggled her silky bottom closer towards the statue's gleaming chromatic ass. Putting her shoulders and chest down onto the grassy ground, Alice reached one hand between her nylon thighs to grasp the opposite end of the rod, as her free hand played over her pantyhose legs.

Her eyes were drawn to her lovely stocking striped legs as she pressed the free end of the hollow phallus up against her wet opening. She loved the way the sunlight fell on her silky calves and thighs, while reflections of light glinted from the statue's silver rump to make a bronze sheen on her tan tights. Her fingers loved the touch of soft muscle flexing under the silk, and she became absolutely given over to the moment. The feeling of smooth, silky tights encasing her legs, ass and hips up to her belly button, and the soft tight embrace of her legs and feet doubly wrapped in stockings was driving her mad with desire. 

She felt a drop of wetness, drip from her quivering hole down across her clit and onto the ground, reminding her how horny she was getting. Rubbing the gold cock up and down her pussy lips with the occasional playful jolt to her clit, she backed herself firmly onto the second head of the metal rod and continued to scoot back onto the elongated, thick shaft. As it glided deep inside her again, she could feel the other end securely anchored inside the silver statue that was now her pantyhose mistress out in the wild. Loving the warm sensation as the two inch thick rod stretched her opening with every inch that hungrily crept inside her, Alice started moaning her delight at being penetrated again. Her pussy was so sensitive to the task at hand that she could feel her muscles squeezing reflexively with little waves of pleasure as six, seven and eight inches slid into her.

She was so lubricated that as she moved forward, ready to thrust back onto the rod, it nearly slipped out of her. "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed with surprise, pushing her ass back onto the rod that was hard as steel and as wet as a bottle of baby oil in her pussy. Wanting more she inched her knees back a half-inch at a time wiggling her silky bottom in grinding circles as she moved. She felt metal against the back of her pantyhose thighs as she backed up against her silver lover's legs. Curling her ruby slippered feet inward she hooked her legs onto the front of the statue's thighs and began pulling against it, sliding the remaining exposed inches of the golden cock into both her and the statue. Her pussy was so full as nine inches of metal rod pushed into her lubricated hole, and with a final loving grunt of lust, Alice felt her ass press up against the silver statues warm metal buns.

With both hands on the ground Alice slid her body forward a few inches and then rammed back against the cock driving it deep back inside with a moan. The feeling of her pantyhose on the statue was sublime as it rubbed every time she bucked against the unwavering silver woman. The sound of moist sex was in the air and Alice could feel her entire slit, up to her tight anus, was drenched in her essence and was starting to splatter against the pussy and ass of the statue.

Rocking back and forth with a heated lust she arched her hips down, forcing the tip of the golden cock to rub her G-spot. Then something changed. The legs that had been solidly there as she backed onto the rod began to move with the pressure of Alice's body. Slowly at first the silver ass began to rock against her own nylon bum, and then faster as she continued to fuck the double ended dildo into each of their bodies. 

'I'm doing it," Alice thought with delight. 'I'm lubricating her from the inside with my juices. Oh, dear God it feels so good to fuck in my pantyhose.' Looking back between her legs, Alice could see the silver breasts off the ground and jiggling with soft supple motion. She could see the golden cock sliding in and out of both of their pussies, the dildo and the silver maiden's pussy soaked solid and dripping with Alice's clear viscous fluid.

The statue began to fully move now, and was looking back at Alice with sensual silver chrome eyes that told her 'thank you' and 'don't stop' at the same time. Knowing she was close to cumming and that she had fulfilled her task of resurrecting this immobilized lass, Alice reached a hand up to her sensitive love button and began rubbing her clit feverishly while she and the Silver maiden continued their rhythmic fucking. 

"Oh, my God!" Alice and the maiden said simultaneously. As if a mirror of Alice's pleasure was being projected into the statue at the exact same time. She rubbed her slippery clit faster and felt the head of the hollow prick pouring ounce after ounce of her pussy lubricant into the silvery quim that hungrily swallowed it all and sucked at the golden shaft for more.

Then with a sudden jolt, Alice's orgasm erupted and the maiden screamed in sexual delight with convulsing shudders that shook her entire body that Alice could feel inside her pussy as well. Alice's body tingled with the electric orgasm that spawned from both her clit and her G-spot as she forced her soaked nylon ass back hard against the silver maiden who mirrored her thrust making the golden cock completely disappear; their saturated pussy lips kissing each other, flexing; their clits grinding lightly.

Unexpectedly, most likely from her vigorous thrusting, the ruby slippers fell off her striped stocking feet while Alice came again and again with quaking thighs and nylon delights.

For several moments they sat there grinding on each other, enjoying the drawn out Sapphic lust of being filled inside while their sensitive clits tingled and touched and spasmed. After catching their breath, Alice crawled slowly forward off of the golden shaft that was spat uncontrollably onto the grassy floor when the silver maiden's pussy couldn't hold the slippery length any longer.

Both of their pussy dripped streams of Alice's orgasmic fluid in gobs and they each collapsed with the exertion of being satisfied. Crawling to her knees and turning around, Alice moved up to lay next to the silver maiden whose eyes were half open with a sex pleased gaze.

"Thank you," the maiden said, her voice like music. "I've been trapped here for over 50 years unable to move until you found me. 

Running her fingers through the maiden's hair, Alice smiled motherly at the gleaming silver woman who was just slightly smaller than Alice herself and replied, "you're quite welcome."

"My name is Alice," Alice said with an intimate smile.

"I am called Aurora," the silver woman said returning the intimate smile.

"What brought you here, Alice?" Aurora asked with curiosity.

Recalling her trip so far with the mirrored room, the briar thorn forest and wolves, the tea party and her morning conversation with Gwen, Alice tried to think of the best way to describe it and simply said, "I'm just passing through Wonderland."

"Passing through?" Aurora asked more seriously?

"Yes, you see I got these ruby slippers today from..." Alice started.

"Ruby slippers??" Aurora repeated with an air of fright in her voice.

"Yes," Alice said simply as she slid her feet back into her lovely magical footwear and held both glimmering feet in the air as her nylons legs rubbed playfully against each other.

"Oh, no Alice..." Aurora said even more afraid. "She'll come to find you."

"Who?" Alice asked becoming slightly concerned by the tone and look of the beautiful silver angel.

"The wicked witch. She's been searching for the ruby slippers forever and even imprisoned me here in this field thinking I was the shiny maiden who had taken them from her," Aurora went on. Pointing at Alice's silky sheer and glimmering tan tights, "But it's you... you are the shiny maiden with the ruby slippers. You have to get out of here, you have to get to the Emerald city and find the Good Witch. She can protect you and keep the slippers safe."

"Why not just take them to her yourself?" Alice asked as she tried to pull the slippers off her feet. Amazingly they wouldn't budge, as if glued on, and Alice's heart began to race with fear at what was happening to her.

Gwen's words came rushing back to her suddenly, 'The mystery of the shoes you'll discover soon, you alone have made them real and you must follow the yellow brick road to find out why.' The mystery of the ruby slippers wasn't only that they were magical, but somehow involved her keeping them from the wicked witch from possessing their power.

The last questions Gwen had before the shadows fell was why did her own mind create this instance for her now? And what did the shoes have to do with her getting out of this crazy pantyhose wonderland?

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When Alice awoke, she couldn't move her arms and legs. Something held her fast on a hard flat platform. Slowly, light began to return to her vision and her head blazed in pain. Blinking slowly, the image was hazy and dark at first. Purple light flashed and flickered somewhere on the other side of the room and she could see shapes moving around.

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Blinking, Alice knew she'd fallen asleep again. The pain was still in her head though it seemed to have dulled into a throbbing ache. Her vision was clearer this time though as she looked around. She was strapped down by her wrists and ankles on a large "X" shaped table with her arms and legs spread eagle. A cushion of some sort had been placed under her head so she was looking down her body. Her dress had been removed and she was naked from the waist up, though still clad in her sheer tan tights, striped stockings and her Ruby encrusted Mary Jane shoes that twinkled faintly in the dull light.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 06



The ceiling was high above her in the chamber where she was being held. Large open windows were spaced along the thick stone castle looking walls, and flashes of purple lightning danced in the dark clouds outside. The room itself was fairly long, probably about 100 feet, and was rectangular. One heavy wooden door was at the far end of the room as she looked down at her feet, and there was a tall spiral staircase at the opposite end of the room above her head that ended in another door. The room was sparsely occupied with a few plush chairs, a sofa, some other tables and a large cage that had a silver object lying inside it. Looking closer Alice could see it was Aurora who seemed unconscious and likewise stripped from the knees up.

"Aurora!" Alice shouted, but the figure didn't move.

Wincing against the pain in her head, Alice tried to remember how she got here. She'd been pondering the mystery of the shoes after she had freed Aurora with her Sapphic lubrication, and then it had gotten dark.

They'd looked up, wondering why it had gotten so cloudy all of the sudden, only to find a hundred flying shapes coming towards them, blotting out the sun. They'd headed back to the stone hut trying to hide, but the villains had found them with no effort at all.

Shivering to herself, Alice recalled the horrid screech the flying monkey men made when they'd landed outside the hut. It was like being in a zoo where every beast had gone mad and sang out at the same time in a crazed frenzy. Try as they might, and despite Aurora's inhuman strength that had amazed Alice as she kept the wooden door of the hut closed for several minutes, the monkey men had burst through the door and attempted to make off with them both.

Alice had tried to stop them, hanging onto Aurora's feet for dear life as they tried to fly off with her, only to have one of the villains strike her on the head with something that felt like a hammer. She lost all of her strength and as she began falling to the ground she was surprised that she never hit the wooden floor. Instead, she had been lifted aloft and the creatures flew her away. She remembered waking once or twice in flight. She'd seen a poppy field, a cornfield with a scarecrow and the thin ribbon of yellow brick that wove across the landscape and through a dense forest. After that the world swam sickeningly out of view and all went black.

Trying with all of her strength to free her hands, the black leather buckles held her fast. Alice tried wiggling her legs out of the bonds but likewise, her ankles were held in place too tightly. That was when she noticed that the table she was lying on was covered with nylon. It had felt padded and soft, but there was no mistaking the sensation of silk on silk as her ass and legs had wiggled about to try and get loose. 

Why would someone put nylons over the top of such an obscure table, and then it occurred to Alice why her dress had been removed, she was to be tortured.

Her eyes went large for a moment with sudden fear. Alice had been into a little playful spanking and pinching of nipples in the heat of passion, but the genuine threat of being beaten or thrashed was always too far beyond her scope. She didn't do well with pain, and in the hands of villains she began to conjure her own nightmares as to what they might do to her while she was so vulnerable. Her nipples and breasts were exposed and bounced lightly as she turned to and fro on the table with a fruitless attempt at escape. She also quickly recalled that she'd created an opening in her pantyhose to help free Aurora and was very much accessible in her silky tights.

Remembering the power of the shoes, she instantly thought of a suit of armor, but despite her best attempts her feet couldn't contact anything solid as they dangled from the edge of the table. That was when she heard her.

"There's no need to struggle my dear. In just a few short moments it will all be over."

Looking up, Alice saw a wicked witch. Though she was upside down from the angle she was at on the table, Alice could clearly see the black dressed figure. She had on a form fitting black dress that moved with a swish as she made slow circles down the spiral staircase. She had large breasts that strained the buttons of her dress and her arms were covered with the same thin black material that ran in opulent stripes down the length of her body. She had on boots that looked like they'd been stolen from the 1880's; black leather lace up boots that came to above her ankle and made a resounding metal clack as she descended. Her skin was as green as the incredible hulk and her long fingernails were painted a pitch glossy black that reflected the purplish light in the room.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs and began walking around the table, Alice saw more of her captor. Her hair was long and raven colored though pulled up into a bun above her head that was capped with a large brimmed black pointed hat. She was remarkably beautiful for a green witch, with full blackened lips and violet colored eyes that seemed to pulse with light as the lightning flickered outside silently.

Stopping halfway down the table, the witch turned towards Alice, pulling her long black dress aside to reveal a very shapely leg covered with sheer black nylons. Resting with her ass and silken thigh next to Alice's arm so she was touching her, the witch leaned her ample bosom over Alice's chest bringing her lips to Alice's ear.

"Do you know why you're here shiny maiden?" the witch asked with a smirk.

Fighting a tear that was forming at the corners of her eyes, Alice said nothing but replied with a scared shake of her blonde head.

"You're here because you have something that I want, pet," she purred coyly with a deep voice like Demi Moore. "You have the ruby slippers and I want them soooooooo very much. If you give me what I want then there's no reason for me to keep you here and you can go free!" she replied coolly, straightening her back to sit up next to Alice's body.

As the witch shifted her weight, her nylon thigh brushed against Alice's arm again making Alice inwardly tingle at the nervous sensation of feeling silk against her body. 

Stealing a look down, Alice admired the shimmer the witch's legs had; a grayish black tint complimenting her green skin underneath.

Following Alice's gaze to her legs, the witch smiled slightly and continued talking as she stood up and resumed walking around towards the foot of the table. As she walked, she raised her arms dramatically and flying monkeys began to enter the room from the multitude of windows; sitting on chairs and sofas, or on the thick wooden rafters overhead.

"What is your name child?" the witch asked plainly.

Scared and not sure if she should reply, Alice kept silent, a lump growing in her throat as a tear rolled down the side of her face.

After a moment of silence, while the witch waited, she slowly reached up her sleeve grasping something as she asked again, "What is your name child?... I won't ask again," she closed with a sweet sounding threat, like a mother asking her child who took a cookie without permission.

"Alice," Alice replied with a whimper. All she wanted was to go home. She didn't want to be in Wonderland anymore and this crazy bitch was one more reason confirming that she had no clue why she was here and that all of Gwendolyn's posturing that this was a place of her making couldn't be further from the truth. Alice was sure she hadn't made this Wonderland at all, and in fact she was now a prisoner in it. After all, here she was alone.

Smiling sweetly, the witch continued walking around to Alice's feet running a fingertip over the tops of the ruby slippers. Alice instantly became ten times more self conscious as the witch could now stare at her naked womanhood directly, despite her hosiery. With a flick of her wrist the witch produced a smooth ash colored wand from her sleeve that looked like something from a Harry Potter movie.

"I'll make you a deal Alice," the witch said as she posed somewhat sensually, the slit in her dress opening again to reveal her nylon leg. "You give me the ruby slippers and I'll even let your little silver friend go free too."

Fighting the urge to gaze at the witch's sexy pantyhose legs, Alice couldn't help herself from looking. Remembering her thoughts on the long walk along the yellow brick road, all of her usual questions bubbled up into her mind against her will. Was the witch wearing pantyhose because of how they looked? Was it for fashion? Did she enjoy the feel on her legs? How often did she wear them? Did she pleasure herself in her pantyhose? And the list went on. 

"It's impolite not to answer someone when they're asking you a question, Alice," the witch said through a polite grin as she ran the tip of the wand along Alice's stocking legs.

Coming back to the situation at hand, Alice quickly answered, the witch's leg momentarily forgotten. "Take the shoes, I don't even want them!" Alice begged willingly, hoping to end the confrontation before the table and shackles were fully put to use against her will.

"Do you think I'm a FOOL!!" The witch shouted angrily, her violet eyes beaming brightly, a stark contrast to her green skin and black lips. "Don't you think, with you laying here half naked and unconscious, strapped to a table, that I would have taken the ruby slippers at any time if I could have??"

Not knowing how to answer, Alice simply gazed at the now angry witch with a genuinely dumb look on her tear streaked face.

As if to punctuate her point the witch stepped back from the table, pointing her wand at Alice's shoes and uttered a single word of magic "Ha-mana-fess!!" 

With a blinding flash of green energy, a bolt of lightning leaped from the wand to strike her ruby slippers with a jolt that shook Alice's entire body. The strike did no harm to her or the slippers, but instantly ricocheted off into the distance, hitting one of the witch's minions causing the flying monkey to burst with a sickening splat. The entire room flooded with angry monkey man cries as they jumped up and down beating their chests at either Alice or the wicked witch; she couldn't tell as she blinked the flash from her vision.

"That's why you must give them to me, Alice" the witch replied with a slightly aggravated demeanor.

"I...I want to," Alice stammered "I just don't know how to get them off... I've TRIED," she nearly begged.

"Hmmmmmm.... We'll see.." cooed the witch.

Walking around Alice, her legs showing in brief flashes, the witch watched Alice as she approached the same place where she'd sat down next to Alice's arm before. Leaning over Alice's chest with her ample bosom, the witch pressed her breasts firmly against Alice with an intentional urge that made the witch groan slightly with delight. A second later they were face to face, with Alice's lovely golden head under the brim of the wide black hat.

"What are you doing?" Alice barely asked before the witch leaned in with sexual intent, pressing her moist, full black lips against Alice's.

Disturbed and surprised at the same time, Alice didn't know how to react. She simply lay there while the witch kissed her with soft, quick, supple kisses that tasted like black licorice.

Not wanting to look at the lovely green face, and forced into the kiss against her will, Alice shut her eyes waiting for the uncomfortable situation to pass. But something else happened. Instead of blackness, Alice's head filled with visions of her past. It was just before the varsity football game at the end of her senior year of high school, when she was in the locker room pulling up her light tan cheerleading tights. She could feel the silk as if she were actually there reliving the memory. She could see all of her girl friends there. She watched as they all slid on their nylons, admiring the look as the bunched up fabric stretched and pulled creating smooth silky calves and thighs. Stocking feet were caressed with a web of silk as flat teen stomachs were hugged lovingly by sheer to the waist pantyhose. She remembered how she used to lower her golden hair and look up through it as the other girls bent over in their nylons. Admiring how their asses and legs looked while she luxuriated in the sensation of wearing her own nylons while putting on her skirt and uniform.

Her vision spun like a whirlpool and she was in her college days back in her dorm room. It was night time and she was on her bed. She could feel a hot mouth hungrily lapping at her pussy as she held her white silky nylon clad legs in the air. She was there again, back in time. Looking down she saw the soft blue eyes of her brunette roommate, Sara, with whom she had loved many times in the privacy of their own room. Panting and making love, encased from the belly down in pantyhose or stockings. She relived all her sexual exploits in the blink of an eye as the witch's kiss became more passionate, the tip of her tongue touching Alice's sweet lips that began to give slightly to the sensual attention.

Her vision flew, as if on a speeding train to her place of work, where she was in the bathroom sliding on a pair of silky black pantyhose over her brown nylons to steal a free pair of hosiery swiped from the free samples bin on her desk. Alice could feel the nervousness she'd had then standing in an empty stall bunching up the hose and then sliding off her high heels one by one to layer the slippery pantyhose over her already silken and tightly wrapped legs and pussy. She remembered toying with herself in the elevator and her eventual plunge through the deep hole in the darkened street as she was walking home in the snow.

The memory was gone in an instant, though Alice shivered from the cold she felt on that snowy night. She opened her mouth welcoming the warm sweet tongue of the witch as their kiss intertwined with a sexual need, while Alice continued to see more of her most invigorating pantyhose/tights moments of her life.

Time slowed and she was in the octagonal room kissing the statue that tasted like butter cream frosting and bucking her moistened loins on the golden saddle that came inside of her in thick pulsing spurts. Time slid to the right and she was being dressed by Gwen for the first time with electric hands and fatally delightful kisses creating the shiny brown hooter girl tights and red opaque stockings on her legs.

She was in the woods woman's cabin in her torn tights with strong hands feeling her silky legs in passionate delight while she slid herself onto wanting fingers, returning the probing sensation in kind with sexual bliss.

She saw Gwen again in her opaque maroon tights with sheer black lace pantyhose over the top and she could feel her own white pantyhose and gray sheer tights being pulled up her legs, as if she were in the jasmine scented cloud right now being wrapped in hosiery to her delight.

The witch's hands were on the side of her face, her lacquered black fingernails delicately tugging at Alice's golden hair as she opened her mouth wide, her lips slippery with the kiss as her tongue surged deep into Alice's mouth to which she welcomed it down her throat, lapping at her probing licks with a whimper of pure lust.

Alice was suddenly at the tea party again. Time slowed and flexed ahead as if her memories were being watched in flashes. She could taste Gwen's cinnamon kisses and her honey pussy while she straddled her face. She could feel the orgasm building sensation of the thick, three inch long head of the silver cane spreading her pussy wide as it pushed inside of her body. She felt herself full with nine inches of the deep masturbating cane, as she made her lovers cum and remembered how engulfed in silk she had been. Her white and gray pantyhose had been filleted open and she had a silky nylon covered foot gently caressing the Hatresses sheer black legs, cunt and ass. The feeling of silk on her foot touching silk on the demure and ever so elegantly tall Hatress, the sensual feeling her hands felt while pulling Gwen's double silk clad pantyhose body against her mouth, and her own body writhing in delight as her twin layers of silk swished over every inch of her belly, ass, thighs, knees, calves ankles and wiggling toes.

Her vision shot ahead to today when she'd been dressed again by Gwen and she saw the appearance of the ruby slippers. During her walk on the yellow brick road, the memories slowed down greatly as she looked down at her stripped black and white opaque legs. As she walked in her crimson footwear, her thoughts revisiting her in quick spurts as she worked herself to wetness while she strode along in her pantyhose.

She blurred past the bridge, and at the exact moment she used the ruby slippers for the first time, the witch's hands became intense, gripping so aggressively on her head and hair that it was almost painful. The witch's lips stretched as far as her mouth could open as she pressed her tongue deeper into Alice's mouth, nearly gagging her as her kiss fucked Alice's mouth with a driven desire. 

Caught in the rapture of the physically rough and demanding kiss, Alice was given over to the forceful advance as she could feel her pussy wet and slippery with a small river of her own essence trailing down past her quivering asshole, into her pantyhose and onto the table. She raised her chest up unconsciously; not even realizing she was engaging in foreplay with the witch.

She was in her mind watching the events of her meeting with Aurora, using the shoes to make the phallus, the sensation of sliding the golden cock into her body, the orgasmic sensation she had when she exploded her sweet clear nectar into the silver maiden, and then as she finished reliving the moment, she recalled the shoes falling off as she climaxed.

Her vision stopped, frozen in time. Try as she might she couldn't conjure another thought or memory. Like watching a movie paused on your television in perfect clarity, this vision halted at the culmination of that final moment. Slowly time moved ahead as Alice put the shoes back on and then tried to take them off and give them to Aurora.

Suddenly, almost painfully and with a huge vacuum of want left unattended, the witch ended her kiss standing up abruptly with a hand to her mouth. As she stood there with wide purple eyes staring down at Alice, she wiped their kiss from her lips as she backed away slowly from the table in bewilderment.

"So that's the key," the witch commented to herself.

Walking quickly towards Alice's feet, the witch walked immediately in between her legs to stand in front of her drizzling quim.

Holding her wand up, the witch spoke magic again "Volgas-de-vul"

Alice instantly heard the faintest humming sound from the wand and watched with growing concern as the witch's expression turned from bewilderment to villainous excitement.

Touching the tip of the wand to Alice's clit, Alice jumped slightly at the vibrating sensation that started to course through her. If not for the conditions she was in, she might have enjoyed it, but the eagerness in the witch's eyes and realizing what the witch was trying to do made it just another unwanted advance. She was trying to make Alice cum so she could get the slippers off her feet.

Squirming uncomfortably against the vibrating wand, the witch's expression grew more sinister as she notice Alice wasn't feeling pleasure from the wand's touch. Pressing harder, the tip of the wand began to glow and Alice started to feel the slightest pain from being pushed on so hard, letting out a slight yelp of discomfort.

"CUM damn you!! Give me those slippers," the witch sneered with a visible impatience. 

"No.... I can't... I don't like it... please stop!!" Alice cried in response.

Wiggling against the nearly needle like wand tip, Alice's pantyhose hips rocked off the table. Trying to hold her body down, the witch shifted her weight to hold down Alice's left leg; the slit of her dress opening up to again reveal her silken leg.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 07



Alice awoke to the chirping of birds and the feel of sunlight, though it seemed to be a rainbow of color against her eyelids as she shielded her eyes before opening them. Looking up she could tell she was in a new place. The room was immaculately decorated in a Victorian style. The ceiling that must have been 100 feet above her had crown molded shapes where it met the wall all around the room. The wallpaper was a rich blue color that seemed a mix of her sea blue eyes and the powder blue of the dress she'd been wearing before the witch had stripped her down to her nylons.

With a shiver, she continued looking around trying to keep the uncomfortable, yet sexually intoxicating memory out of her mind. There were rich oval shaped chairs with thick cushions and padding. Rich warm wooden dressers and tables, enormous mirrors with silver frames, carpets of an unimaginably complex weave a grand bed that was as big as an Olympic size swimming pool, to Alice, and multiple doors with golden knobs leading to closets or other unknown rooms.

Looking down at where she was lying she noticed she was still naked, but had been covered with a fleecy soft blanket that was wrapped around her miniature body. She was on a bed that was more her size. Nearby was an ivory porcelain tub with steaming water and bubbles, as well as a large chest and wardrobe situated around the bed like she was in her own little bedroom with no walls amid the other giant furniture. She had been shrunk by Glinda in order to flee the confines of the witch, and Gwen had carried her away, obviously to this place. 

Sitting up, her wavy golden hair spilling over her shoulders, she blinked in the colored light noticing she was in the sunbeam from a stained glass window on the far wall of the monumental room. Standing on the wood floor, she quickly realized she wasn't on the floor at all but rather the top of a smaller wooden dresser where her own personally sized furniture and bed had been placed.

Staring around, spinning 360 degrees to take in the entirety of the grand room that should have been the bed chamber of a queen, Alice stared at the articulated ceiling and shouted with a somewhat hoarse voice, "Gwendolyn!! Where are you?!"

"I'm right here silly Alice," came the supple yet booming voice of Alice's lover and Wonderland guide.

Turning around suddenly towards the edge of the dresser where she stood, Alice saw the telltale blue smoke wisp into existence, grow and eventually take the solid shape of Gwen. As the blue smoke wafted its familiar jasmine scent towards Alice, she saw the beautiful emerald eyes blaze from the center of the cloud and take on the lovely, lightly freckled, chestnut hair framed face of Gwen.

"There you are darling," Alice said with a gleaming white smile she didn't bother to hide. She felt amazingly safe and confident in her companion's care and seeing Gwen's face smiling back at her without worry or fret was even more empowering and reassuring.

Gwen's head was gigantic to Alice in her shrunken form. Alice could stand on her shoulders and barely be as tall as the top of Gwen's head. 

"You're finally awake my darling," Gwen purred pleasantly, her eyes aglow as the blue smoke finally faded leaving a solidly formed Gwendolyn. Alice could see Gwen had changed her clothes again. She was dressed rather elegantly, matching the room nearly perfectly. A lovely mint green paisley topless dress that was tight against her petite demure body that was slit up the sides to show off her lovely legs that floated slightly off the ground. On her feet she wore deep spruce green high heels that had pearls woven onto the satiny fabric with silver chrome metal tipped heels. On her legs she wore gray green sheer pantyhose that were flawless and gave off the faintest sheen in the setting sunlight. Her shoulders and arms were bare showcasing her creamy skin, while a lovely silver chained necklace, holding an Emerald the size of Alice's head and shaped like a heart, was around her supple neck.

"How long have I been asleep?" Alice asked, wrapping the snuggly fleece blanket tighter around her body to mirror Gwen's stance.

"Sweetheart, you've been asleep for two days," Gwen said with caring eyes. "That must have been some ordeal you endured with the witch," she added.

Recalling her entire adventure along the yellow brick road and the time spent as a hostage in the witch's castle, Alice found a sudden pang of frustration work its way to the forefront of her expression as she turned on Gwen with a puzzled, yet angry thought.

"Why did you let that happen, Gwen?" Alice asked. "I was helpless and scared and couldn't get free...."Alice paused holding back a tear that was starting to choke its way into her voice. "...and I needed you..." she ended with a tiny sob.

"Awwww silly Alice, you still don't understand. I didn't let that happen... you did," she said with stern finality.

"HOW!!!!?" Alice shouted, her entire little body trembling at the giant, elegantly dressed green beauty. "HOW THE FUCK DID I LET THAT HAPPEN???!! I was strapped down to a GODDAMN table, humiliated in front of that green psychopath wearing ruby slippers that YOU put on my feet!! In what way did I put up my fucking hand and say, 'strap me down and nearly fist fuck me out of my mind so you can get some red shoes!!!!'" Alice ended sitting back down on the tiny bed she had awakened on; her voice even more hoarse from shouting and crying at the same time.

"Darling," Gwen began with the patience of a mother trying to teach a child. "This is a place..."

"....Of my own making.... I KNOW... You keep saying that!!" Alice interrupted with a shout and a huff of folded arms and pouting eyes.

"Yes," Gwen continued, kneeling down in front of the dresser so she was eye level with her little blonde lover. "Instead of looking at what has happened, have you even tried to ask yourself why these things are happening to you? I don't know what your mind makes I am only a guide to help you through it. Everything that has happened has happened for a reason."

"So you say," Alice replied a little more calmly as she wiped away tear streaks from her face.

"Why don't you take a bath to calm your nerves and we'll talk some more over dinner, my sweet dear Alice," Gwen suggested kindly.

Nodding idly, Alice stood up, dropped her blanket without a thought and stepped over to the tub while Gwen watched patiently. The water felt good, as if it were somehow relaxing her body and her mind at the same time. The more she'd been wracking her brains to try and figure out what all of her days here in Wonderland had in common, or could possibly be telling her, the more her thoughts became a tangled knot of confusion giving her a headache.

Now, her mind was as calm as an untouched pool, serene and free of worry or anguish. She thought about how nice the water felt against her naked body, and set to washing herself everywhere savoring the sensation of being clean from head to toe. The lavender bubbles were therapeutic and she let the smell fill her nostrils as she washed her hair and her privates last. 

After 15 minutes of quiet soaking, Alice looked at Gwen who was still kneeling in midair nearby with a smile on her face every time she'd looked at her. "Okay, that feels much better... I think I'm done with my bath," Alice said, a smile returning to her lips. 

Looking around she couldn't see a towel, or anything nearby to dry herself with. "Gwen, do you have any towels for me? Anything my size that is..?"

"Oh, I've got that taken care of," Gwen said with a slight twist of her head as she held her hand out at the base of the tub like a floor mat.

Standing up, the water and bubbles sloughing off of her beautiful athletic body, Alice wrung her golden hair out as the remnants of the lavender bath dripped from her erect nipples, full breasts, down her long lovely legs and off of her immaculately clean puss.

Stepping out onto Gwen's hand, Alice looked up curiously in her shrunken wet nakedness into those lovely glowing emerald eyes curious what was going to happen next.

"This might tickle, dear sweet, silly Alice," Gwen said as she puckered her lips to form an "O".

With a quick, gentle, yet powerful exhaling of her lungs, Alice was instantly engulfed in blue smoke that made her shut her eyes tightly in the warm, tickling jasmine breeze. A second later, the cloud dispersed and Gwen was standing as dry as could be, her hair lovingly dried and full of golden body as it hung around her shoulders and down her back.

"Would you like to put on your pantyhose now, darling Alice?" Gwen asked politely.

Smiling at the thought of sliding her silken garb back on after a nice refreshing bath, Alice looked up at her giant guardian with a glint in her eye, a nod of her head, and a simple, "Oh, absolutely my dear!"

Walking around the small dresser to the opposite side where Alice's miniature dressers and wardrobe closets were set up, Gwen waved an open palm to the tiny furniture looking warmly at Alice as if she were giving her a gift.

Puzzled by the gesture, Alice walked naked and warm over to the furniture that was a rich red cherry wood that had been polished to a glowing luster and was adorned with golden hasps that bore engravings from a forgotten culture. "What's this about?" Alice asked Gwen with a suspicious curl of her lips.

"Silly Alice... how can I present you with a gift in the future when it is intended to be given in the present?"

Scratching her head in confusion at the riddle, Alice narrowed her eyes with an even more curious and suspicious gaze, and with one hand idly running through her long golden hair, she opened the tall wardrobe closet near her that had full length mirrors framed by elaborate wooden historical scenes as a bas relief in the doors.

"Oh my God!" was all she could mutter as her face lit up.

Pulling the doors open wide, Alice took a step back admiring the enormous amount of clothing in front of her. Literally hundreds of outfits stretched out in front of her in an impossibly long walk-in room that was at least 100 feet deep. At least 100 of her feet, Alice thought with a giggle.

"Oh Alice?" Gwen chimed playfully as she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the wooden dresser and tapping a forest green fingernail on the miniature dresser next to the tiny wardrobe that went on for an unbelievable distance.

Walking over to the dresser, Alice pulled the top drawer open and was amazed yet again. "Oh my God Gwen!" Alice exclaimed wildly. 

In front of her was a drawer filled to the top with over a hundred pairs of various styles, colors and patterns of pantyhose that Alice had ever seen, worn or heard of in her life. Opening the other drawers she found one full of silky tights ranging from thin and sheer to thick and incredibly opaque. The next drawer had stockings of every sort, style, make and denier, while the last drawer held underwear and bras.

"Tonight you get to dress yourself for dinner, darling Alice. And I get to watch," she closed with a smile.

Smiling like a kid in a candy store back at Gwen's lovely face, Alice ran up to Gwen's lowered face throwing her tiny arms around her face. With her golden head nuzzled up against Gwen's cheek, Alice lovingly squeezed her tiny naked breasts against Gwen's nose and cheek with a boisterous, "Thank you, Gwen."

Closing her eyes at her tiny princess hugging her face, Gwen simply puckered and planted a large moist warm kiss against Alice's belly which was right in front of her lips.

"Your welcome honey," Gwen said with another loving kiss planted on Alice's supple breasts that bobbed lightly from the gentle attention. "You'd better pick something out my dear as dinner is almost ready and we can't be late for this very important date."

Smirking at the reference to the little white rabbit with a waistcoat and pocket watch that Alice had been chasing in her dreams, she simply gave a sexy salute to the smiling Gwen with a "Yes, ma'am."

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It had taken about 15 minutes before Alice had finally settled on an outfit to wear for dinner. She loved how Gwen had dressed her in the past, with kisses, groping hands and magically appearing nylons that ended with an orgasm, but picking out from the cornucopia of silky and elegant choices was every girls dream. She found it funny that after spending so many hours of her young life playing with Barbie's and dressing them up in all their little clothes, that she was now the Barbie doll. To punctuate the point, she idly flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder as she carried her clothes out of the enormous wardrobe closet over to the pantyhose dresser that beckoned her naked legs like a siren song to wayward Sailors.

With one hand holding her outfit on a silver hanger; a pillowy white beam preventing the dress from falling off, she opened all three drawers of the pantyhose treasure chest leaving the one at the bottom with the bra and panties closed.

As her eyes scanned the three full levels of nylon and silk, Gwen, who'd been patiently kneeling in the air in front of the dresser and watching Alice's every move as she'd sauntered up and down the two long isles of the walk-in wardrobe, inquired a bit playfully, "Not picking out any underwear, are we?"

Slumping her beautiful blonde head to one side as she gazed over at Gwen's larger than life, but prettier than a flower face, Alice replied through half shut eyes that were practically mocking with sarcasm, "Why should I bother with panties and a bra? For the last few days you've had me running around in the wilds, through tea parties and into the fields with nothing between me and the world but a couple layers of pantyhose, if that!!" she ended with a coy smile.

"Why start now?," Alice chimed smugly. "Besides I'm enjoying not wearing underwear with my pantyhose. Feels quite a bit better and it saves time when you're around too."

Smiling simply with a genuinely happy expression, Gwen returned her gaze down to the tiny pantyhose dresser as Alice resumed her search for what would be the most important part of her outfit for dinner.

"I can't decide..." Alice said in bewilderment. "I really can't. This is like pantyhose overload!! I know I have a lot of hose in my apartment back in New York.." the words making her a little sad, but just for a fleeting instant. "... but I've never had this many!"

Biting her lip in concentration, Alice's face lit up with a devious grin. "Let's let fate decide shall we?" Alice asked boldly to Gwen who was furrowing her eyebrows in curiosity at what her tiny, foot-tall living doll was up to.

Hanging her outfit on the nearby bedpost, Alice ran naked, golden hair trailing behind her like a veil at a wedding, back to the dresser, pulled the drawer full of stockings out of the dresser, went back to the bed and dumped out the multitude of colored single legged hose across the mattress and her rumpled up fleece blanket. Setting the drawer down she went back and grabbed the second drawer and repeated the same act of dumping all the pairs of tights on the bed, shortly followed by the top drawer that was full of pantyhose in every shade, color, sheen and softness.

Returning to the bed after setting down the third empty drawer, Alice flung herself laughing into the mountain of pantyhose, tights and stockings and began writhing around in the luxuriant pile of silk hosiery that began to bury her as she wiggled and flexed her arms and legs.

"What are you doing?" Gwen asked, a laugh escaping her lips as her eyes lit up briefly with her chuckling.

"mmmmmmm, letting fate decide.. Let's see what should I wear with my outfit?" Alice asked herself more than Gwen. Rolling onto her belly and pinching her legs together so that a huge wad of pantyhose was snuggled up against her womanhood, she pulled a hundred more pairs up under her breasts like a pillow and gazed with a raised eyebrow at the outfit on the silvery white hanger at the end of the bed.

She had a hard time picking out her dress from the wardrobe. When it boils down to what you want to dress up as, every school girl fantasy of playing dress up in your mother's clothes or being invited to a dress up party where the rental van has every princess dress in it since the beginning of time starts rolling through your head as to which one you want most. Ultimately it had boiled down to one final delightful dream. Something she'd seen as a young lady when she understood what sexy was and knew that elegance and sexy could exist in the same beautiful woman. Funny enough, it had been a cartoon.

Gazing at the dress again as her fingers idly pulled a pair of blue tights across her knuckles, Alice closed her eyes and rolled over onto her back again, and with her arms, legs and almost all of her torso under pantyhose tights and stockings she made fists with her hands grasping something in each greedy claw and held it up above her head. 

Opening her eyes she saw a pair of rose colored tights that were somewhat sheer and not completely opaque, while her other hand held a pair of ivory, sheer to the waist pantyhose. "HA!" Alice cried out incredulously at what she had picked out at random. "See that!!! Tell me that isn't fate working for me!" she cried out in giddy joy at Gwen who she could swear might be close to crying but for the enormous smile across her face at seeing Alice so happy.

"Gwen are you okay?" Alice asked somewhat concerned.

Blinking heavily to hide whatever emotion was beginning to flood her giant green eyes, she just laughed out loud despite herself, as if she'd been tickled, shaking her head idly. "I'm fine, sweet silly Alice," she replied still smiling. "Now would you please get dressed? We'll be late for dinner!"

Sitting up abruptly on the side of her tiny Barbie bed, crossing her legs conservatively, toes pointed and holding up the two pairs of nylons to hide her lovely breast, Alice flipped her hair forward dramatically to cover one eye, looking slightly like Marilyn Monroe as she arched her naked back and with a sultry Catherine Hepburn style voice said, "Oh... you want me to get dressed, do you darling? Well maybe I'll do just that," she retorted with a haughty jerk of her head making her golden locks bobble in a sassy Diva-esque fashion.

Standing up, Alice put the two pairs of pink and ivory hose over the footboard of the bed, before going back to the side, grasping the sheet and throwing it up in the air sending nearly 500 pieces of woven silk and nylon flying. Whipping around in a powerful pose, Alice threw her head back again showing off a sexy look of her sea blue eyes as she slowly, sensually sat back down on the side of the bed, one leg bent up, the other pointed out straight.

Gwen, who'd been enjoying the show, began to swallow hard as she watched her tiny performer entertain her, making her fidget slightly on her floating knees. Her smile was fading slightly and being replaced by a look of longing and lust.

Holding one arm across her breasts to hide her nipples, Alice reached over with slow methodical movements to draw the pink pair of tights off the end of the bed. Looking up with a twitch of her eyebrow at her green eyed mistress, Alice said, "pay attention, Gwen; this is about to get good."

Sitting upright again, she rolled up one silky pink legging of the tights and while looking directly into Gwen's eyes, bent her right thigh up to her bosom, scantly hiding her puss as she felt her toes slip into the tip of the long nylons.

Alice felt the sheer softness cover her toes with a familiar energetic sensation that almost made her shiver. As she looked at Gwendolyn, who was now speechless by her dressing display, she began working her fingers and thumbs back and forth against her shaven smooth legs as she drew the pink tights up her legs.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 07



Though she loved to watch pantyhose cover her legs, it was euphoric to look at Gwen's reaction as she put on her tights. Her other senses spoke volumes for her eyes though, as she heard the whispering snap of the thick nylons stretch and coat her naked skin with a silky wrapping touch that she purred at as she went past her calf, knee and finally middle thigh.

Looking down she began to roll up the other legging and felt herself becoming excited as one pretty pink leg looked back at her. Putting her right leg down, she pulled up her left leg and repeated the same motion, watching Gwen as she gasped slightly while Alice donned the silky, shiny and half opaque pink tights up her long lovely legs.

With the thick control-top silk bunched up around her thighs, Alice stood and faced away from Gwen, her beautiful heart shaped ass catching the last warm glow of the afternoon sun as it changed from day to evening. Looking over her shoulders, two thumbs at either hip hooked into her pink tights, Alice stood up on her tip toes, her long pink legs pointed as she pulled the tights the rest of the way up her lower body. 

She saw Gwen's eyes transfixed on her tiny shrunken body as Alice pulled up the remainder of the miniature hosier with a light snap. Alice's body was absolutely turned on, and she rubbed her legs together as she paraded around in front of Gwen. Walking to the end of the bed, Alice grabbed the shiny ivory pantyhose and stepping closer to the edge of the dresser so her little body was closer to the awestruck giant face of Gwen, turned up one of the removed pantyhose drawers setting it on its end and posing one of her bent legs upon it.

"Keep watching sweetheart," Alice teased as she pulled the bunched up ivory hose along her bent and proudly displayed pink leg.

Rolling the hose up, as she'd done with the tights, she took care of the thin and fragile material, letting her fingers enjoy the feel of the baggy legging as it slid on her thumbs like a pantyhose condom. Bending over so her pink, nylon ass was in the air, Alice put the tip of the reinforced pantyhose toe over her pink foot and began pulling the silk up her bent, tights rich leg.

The combination was amazing to Alice. She could feel the soft, looser silk cover her like a thin film of pantyhose gauze while she immersed herself in a second pair of hosiery. The look of her legs was a pale pink, like a young rose that had an intoxicating sheen to it from the two patterns of silk falling upon each other.

After she had layered one leg up to her thigh, Alice quickly bunched up the other legging and with a nearly breathless effort, drew her other leg into the silky heaven. Putting both feet on the ground, Alice went to the edge of the dresser, barely a few of Gwen's inches away from Gwen's agape lips, and looking up into her eyes with lusty intent, pulled up the rest of the silky white pantyhose to cover her crotch in another layer of wonderful silk.

Stepping forward to Gwen's face, Alice straddled the tip of her cute little nose putting her nylon coated womanhood onto her supple skin while leaning forward just slightly to kiss Gwen on the forehead with a slow loving intent.

Backing up, Alice turned around, her lower body a whisper in pale pink shimmering delight as she grabbed the dress she'd selected and walked over towards the wardrobe where she'd left a few more items. Picking them up, she turned back to look at Gwen and playfully ordered, "Now you stay here my love, and no peeking! Agreed?"

"Yes ma'am," was all Gwen could mutter, having lost the strength of her voice while watching her precious Alice become a pantyhose goddess at only 12 inches tall.

Alice, dress and items in hand, sauntered to behind the large wardrobe in her double stocking feet with an inaudible patter. It took about five minutes total until she was dressed. Some things she usually had at her disposal when getting dressed at her apartment were her make-up desk and a full length mirror; neither of which she had the luxury of here in her tiny open air bedroom.

After applying the perfect shade of lipstick and a subtle fluffing of her long brushed out locks to cover one eye, she asked around the corner of the wardrobe to an unseen Gwen, "are you ready sweetie?"

"Psshhh, finally!" came the provoking sarcasm of her giant lover.

As Gwen watched, her eyes went from curiously peering to full open eyed disbelief. With the sound of clacking heavy purple one-inch platform heels, Alice stepped out from around the corner with one silky ivory pink leg leading the way.

Her walk was sure and confident and 100% sexy as she moved with gracefulness and poise. Her shoulders were back and she led with her legs and hips as she took long, crisscrossing strides that made the long slit in her dress flop open to reveal her beautiful legs up to her thighs. Her dress was a long body tight thin red gown that was covered with satin and sequins making it glitter in the evening light of the Victorian bed chamber. Her flat stomach was hugged by the clinging dress making her curves look sensual and shapely. The dress ended barely above her breasts as a "V" shape accentuated her cleavage which looked to have been severely magnified by the push up of the bustier part of the dress. Her smooth supple shoulders were bare and on her arms she had long satiny purple gloves that ended up past her elbows. Her hair, covering half of her face, framed her beautiful features and sea-blue eye as her blazing red lips and purple eye shadowed lids looked with longing and lust up at the green beauty who was again speechless.

Alice had always found a sense of admiration for Jessica Rabbit and Holly Wood because they were the first cartoon women intentionally made to be sexy on screen. The way they walked, the dresses they wore, how they worked their womanly figures and of course their legs and the power they always portrayed. Though Alice was shooting more for the Jessica Rabbit look with the exact dress, shoes, gloves and lovingly long exposed sexy legs, she couldn't help but let her golden hair be reminiscent of Holly.

As she strode over to where Gwen was still frozen, immobilized by her little nylon clad beauty. She posed lustfully with her shoulders and cleavage forward, hair hanging down while asking, "Shall we do dinner my dear?"

"Sweet little Alice.. how you've grown up so," was all she could utter as she looked amazed at the foot tall sex icon standing on her dresser.

Relaxing slightly and a little embarrassed by the gratuitous reaction from Gwen, Alice dropped the façade slightly, blushing and putting her hands behind her back playfully saying, "c'mon Gwen it's just me... Let's eat.. we don't want to be late!"

Snapping out of her trance with a smile and a little blush of her own, Gwen winked her dazzling green eyes and then laid out her hand, palm up on the dresser, for Alice to sit on for transport to the dinner table.

Sitting on the side of Gwen's palm, Alice intentionally filleted her dress open showing off all of her ivory pink pantyhose legs before resting back in another sultry pose that pushed the limits of her dress and made for yet another pristine pin-up snapshot.

With great care, Gwen stood up with the tiny Alice in hand, and walked over to the dinner table that was surprisingly large yet surprisingly empty. Setting Alice down on the table, her heels making a clicking noise on the immaculately polished wooden surface, Gwen walked about four feet farther to the head chair and pulled it out for herself sitting down across from Alice who was nearly in the center of the eight foot table.

Feeling a little misplaced and a bit on display in front of Gwen with nothing else on the table, Alice eventually asked, "Um, Gwen aren't we having dinner?"

Leaning forward, enjoying the pleasure of knowing what Alice didn't, Gwen leaned forward on her bare crossed arms, her giant emerald pendant necklace swinging forward to sit on the wooden table. "Right you are Silly Alice!!" she remarked. "Right you ARE! 

"VIOALA!!" Gwen shouted with dramatic effect as she raised her arms up suddenly, slamming the palms of her hands, fingers spread onto the table surface which made the table shake and Alice stumble.

It happened so fast that Alice nearly missed it. When Gwen slammed her fists down, blue smoke poured down the table like a seething, bubbling sheet being pulled at lightning speed across the entire face of the eight foot piece of furniture. It zoomed past Alice in a silent blur and then everywhere all at once the blue smoke rocketed upwards in different height spikes and masses surrounding Alice in a blue smoke jungle. By the time Alice had time to blink in the split second that occurred the smoke had POOF'ed into a multitude of food, furniture, tableware, spices, drinks and candles.

Instantaneously the room was alight with blazing yellow light from four, tall tapered three-candle candelabras spaced along the table. The air went from a slightly cool feel to a sensually warm and somewhat heavy texture with the fragrant aromatic scent of all the food that was around her like a King's feast. 

Looking around, Alice was dumbstruck by the quality and unsettling quantity of the delights in front of her. Plates of roasted ham with pineapple glaze and cherries, salted beef Aux Jus, teriyaki chicken and sage paprika rubbed grilled pork stood behind her sizzling, while bowls of steaming mashed potatoes, Alfredo pasta, rich garlic meat tortellini and yellow fried Jasmine rice with chicken and vegetables lined both sides of the table. Enormous piles of delicate buttered breads, flakey parmesan rolls, croissants stuffed with rosemary and cream cheese and some wheat bread sticks basted with honey, rose beyond the meats behind her, and an array of deserts including cream stuffed chocolate covered éclairs, strawberries with chocolate, decadent black triple chocolate cake and blueberry cheesecake with whipped cream fit in around the other plates and dishes as best they could. Enormous decanters of red and white wine sat in crystal containers, the stoppers removed as, porcelain pitchers holding sweet creamed milk and passion fruit juice were in other containers towards where Gwen was seated. 

In front of Gwen was a beautiful china plate that was a shimmering pearl white gilded with what looked like liquid gold in intricate leaf patterns around the outside edge. To one side were three forks of various sizes, two spoons and a knife all made of blindingly gorgeous silver. To the other side of her plate was a satiny smooth looking white napkin folded in an intricate shape to resemble a bouquet of flowers. In front of the plate was a large wine glass that Alice would have trouble drinking out of at her size. It was of the finest crystal and gave off prismatic shafts of light as the candles made little pin pricks of red, blue and green on the tablecloth that had also magically appeared.

In front of Alice was an even more amazing site, a miniature version of Gwen's tableware down to the smallest detail and set on a table about 18 inches long that was plenty long for Alice to sit and eat at. A giant plush chair with a rich décor of gold and maroon was pulled out slightly, and every morsel of food that was around her in heaps, piles and dishes was amazingly recreated at Alice's size and placed identically on her table.

Looking up, with what must have been the most scatterbrained look ever, Alice saw the pleasure in Gwen's eyes who was reveling in the majesty her powers still brought when she put them on display for her Alice. "Gwen, I don't know how you do it, but you are amazing... No doubt about it!"

At Gwen's polite gesturing hand, Alice sat down in the soft chair at the table, her dress falling open so the back of her right leg was silky rubbing on the satiny cushion. Taking off her gloves so as not to get them dirty, Alice folded them delicately next to her, out of the way of potentially spilled food. Purring slightly she was suddenly famished and instantly began digging into the meal.

Standing with plate in hand, Gwen walked about the full size table, with Alice as the centerpiece amid huge towering candelabras and a ham that Alice could bore out to make a piggy home, as she dished up her plate. Before long they both had an enormous helping of food, a full glass of wine, breads and meats and side dishes that made them both moan with delight as they ate and enjoyed the simple delight of each other's company.

Often times, Alice or Gwen would raise their glasses high in toast to pantyhose, tights, tea parties or whatever else entered their thoughts. They sat there for nearly 30 minutes chatting and laughing.

From time to time, Alice would pick up one of her large pastries, such as an entire miniature chocolate cake that was no bigger than a peppermint, walk up to Gwen, and as she leaned forward, delicately placed the desert in her large mouth. Often times, Gwen would intentionally slurp up Alice's arms in the intimate bite, letting her tongue slide over Alice's tiny arms and in between her dainty fingers. Gasping the first time it happened, Alice had repeated several trips to get such attention again from Gwen's warm mouth.

Repaying the favor, Gwen took her pinky and idly dipped it in the whip cream and blueberry topping of the cheesecake presenting her fingertip to Alice. Leaning forward, holding her hair back, she opened her mouth at the finger that was as big around as a can of coffee. Sensually placing her tongue to Gwen's skin, Alice lapped up a heavy portion of the sweet delight leaving a white puff of whipped cream on her cheek that made both women giggle.

After sharing drinks from their wine glasses that started to make them both warm and fuzzy Alice asked incredulously, "Gwen... this meal has been fantastic!!! How do you do it? And how did you know what all my favorite food are?"

With a sudden booming laughter that shook the table, and almost scared Alice out of her chair, Gwen lost herself in a fit of guffaws that was becoming slightly insulting to Alice as she watched her chestnut haired guide nearly turn invisible from the strain that was making her turn vaporous blue and translucent.

"What's so funny?" Alice asked trying not to sound agitated to ruin the otherwise impeccable meal.

"You!!!" Gwen said through teary green eyes. "You are silly little Alice. How did I know what your favorite foods are? Because you know what your favorite foods are... Silly Alice."

"What do you mean?"Alice asked more sternly, obviously upset and a little embarrassed to be the source of Gwen's insane outburst.

Composing herself with repose, Gwen pushed the nearly empty plate of food away from her and grasped her wine glass, drinking down nearly ¾ of a glass with a few heavy gulps. Setting the glass down, Gwen leaned in closer, putting her bare arms on the tablecloth as she ran one finger around the top of the crystal goblet.

"You've heard me say that this is a place of your own making, and yet you seem determined and defiant to refuse the fact that it is," Gwen started off rather seriously but patient at the same time.

Uncrossing her silky legs under the table and drinking down a good portion of her own wine before refilling the glass, Alice took the full glass, got up from the table and walked over towards Gwen, looking up at her as she crossed the 4 foot distance in several strides.

"Go, on," Alice beckoned with a wave of her hand while she stood there, a perfect pink, red and purple Jessica Rabbit doll with a glass of wine.

Lowering her face more so she was closer to Alice again, she continued to finger the top of the glass as she went on. "Let me prove it to you, my sweet little Alice doll," Gwen said matter of factly.

"Remember when we met? Remember how embarrassed you were to be seen naked in front of me? And look at how you were with your bath and getting dressed?" Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow.

"So?" Alice said playing devil's advocate. "I know you now Gwen, we've shared many wonderful things that have made us closer, of course I would feel different and more comfortable being naked in front of you. You're my Gwen."

Smiling bashfully at the compliment from Alice, Gwen went on after finishing her wine. "Remember when I asked you if you wanted to have your pantyhose back when we first met? Remember how ashamed you were to admit it? Look at you tonight getting dressed, nearly begging me to dress you and reveling on a bed full of pantyhose ripe for you to writhe around in."

Pondering this, Alice still didn't seem convinced. "I've been in pantyhose the entire time since I've been here and things have changed there too because 'YOU' keep dressing me in pantyhose."

"No," Gwen corrected quickly. "You are dressing yourself in pantyhose."

"Excuse me... but you were the one caressing silk onto my body magically and sometimes orgasmically, I was just the recipient," Alice tried to rebut. 

"How did I know your favorite foods? How do I know you like wearing pantyhose now without your panties on? How do I know you like having at least two pairs of nylons on now?" Gwen asked to further her debate.

"You've been around me enough to see my reaction to them. Tonight just confirms that to you," Alice said flatly.

"What about the witch, Silly... Little... Alice?" Gwen said with a suddenly serious and almost menacing demeanor that made Alice take a step back while she punctuated each word. "How did she know to wear pantyhose with a slit along her black dress to show off for you? How did she know about your high school days as a cheer leader? How did she know about your college roommate? How did she know about me?? I wasn't even there?"

"Her kiss... she used her kiss to read my mind," Alice answered after a moment of thought.

"NO!" Gwen said slamming down a large fist onto the table making the plates and wine glasses rattle. "Wrong, Silly little Alice. YOU are afraid of who you are. You have been hiding behind the façade of another person who walks around in skirts and smiles at work, but thinks about nothing else in her life other than her pantyhose, tights and nylon stockings. You love your parents and your friends, but they don't know who you really are. Why don't you have a boyfriend, Alice? Why don't you have a girlfriend? Why do you run to the bathroom at work to sneak on an extra stolen pair of pantyhose when you have a drawer full of them at your home in New York? Why do you sit in front of your mirror at home and watch yourself pull up your nylons every.. single... time? Why do you gaze at other women in hosiery and ponder if they are like you? And why have you never, ever told anyone else about your obsession for legs and pantyhose?.... WHY??!!!"

"I....." Alice started unsure of how to answer so many questions at once. "I love pantyhose so much it is who I am," she said after a few moments choosing her words carefully. "High school, college, work... they are all times in my life that have defined how much I love pantyhose and made me happy. I.... I never.." 

"You never what Alice?" Gwen prodded with an even stare that made Alice suddenly feel embarrassed and small again about talking about herself in this way; about pantyhose. With Gwen though it was different and after a second she continued.

"No one knows who I am, Gwen," Alice said with tears starting form. I feel so ashamed for who I am and how I live with my obsession. I'm afraid to share who I really am, because... I suppose I don't think anyone else is like me. I've only ever felt at peace with my college roommate who I... I"

"Who you were in love with before life changed and she went away," Gwen finished.

Nodding with tears on her beautiful cheeks, one side covered by her golden blonde hair, Alice lowered her face sniffling slightly. 

Pulling the soft napkin off of her lap, Gwen twisted it a couple times and in a puff of blue jasmine smoke, the napkin became a handkerchief of white satin and lace that she handed to her tiny lover.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 07



Taking the handkerchief, Alice wiped at her eyes. "I was in love, Gwen" Alice went on. "I was in love and then I was alone with my feelings and no one to understand who I truly am... until you. You accepted me Gwen, and even showed me things about myself that I didn't know or even want to admit."

"Oh, sweet precious Alice," Gwen said with a smile of sadness as she lowered her hand again for Alice to sit upon as she stood up from the table. 

Sitting in her upturned palm, Gwen raised Alice up to her face and used her free hand to smooth back Alice's hair ever so gently with her large fingers. "Don't you understand yet darling?" Gwen went on with the questions. 

Looking at Alice again as she spoke the questions again, "Think Alice, How did I know your favorite foods? How do I know you like wearing pantyhose now without your panties on? How do I know you like having at least two pairs of nylons on now? How.. do... I... know??

With realization that came to her like being struck by lightning, Alice's hands instinctively flew up to her mouth as she held her breath finally understanding what Gwen was trying to tell her. "Because... this is a world of my making," Alice whispered in unison with Gwen. 

Everything came back to her in shocking detail, she loved pantyhose. She loved wearing them without panties, she loved making love in them, masturbating in them, she loved being with other women in pantyhose, she loved it all. Everything that had happened to her, her own mind had created. Her own desires, lusts, wants, and obsessions had been manifested into physical form here in her Pantyhose Wonderland. Every pair of nylons in this world worn by her or anyone else, she had loved absolutely and lusted after to touch or wear. Anything she'd ever dreamed of doing she had done here. The statue in the mirror room, the woodswoman in the cabin, the tea party, the golden phallus and Aurora in the wilds, even being tied down and being fingered by the witch, it had all been her own mind doing that to her. 

Of course the witch knew all her past memories. Of course she knew how to manipulate Alice's desires and know her inner most secrets that she'd never say aloud. In her own right, Alice had been using the witch to admit these things to herself. The witch wasn't even real.

"I made this place, Gwen...." Alice said with a reassuring smile. "I wanted to be dressed every single time in the clothes you gave me. I wanted to be loved by you and the Hatress at the tea party to the point I squirted. I wanted to be saved from my own admission of my pantyhose obsession so I created Glinda. The ruby slippers... they aren't magical or even real.. that was my mind making me admit what was in my heart about how my obsession is part of who I am," Alice continued looking at Gwen's green glowing eyes. 

"If all of this came from my own mind then... Then I know who I am," Gwen said simultaneously with Alice. Seeing Gwen repeat her own words confirmed it. "Then that also means.."

"That you created me and I am part of you," Gwen affirmed knowing all along. 

"If I know I've made this place then and understand who I am, then why am I still in Wonderland and not back home?" Alice asked somewhat confusing herself with the rush of mental images and puzzles still in her head. She was thinking of every little detail from the moment she fell down the hole in the asphalt. Butter cream frosting was her favorite on cake just like the saliva from the sexy female statue in golden stockings. She'd masturbated herself once in tan tights out in her tree house when she was a teenager. "The stump in the woods and the red riding hood.." Alice said to herself softly. The tea party, the double nylons with Gwen and the Hatress. Alice could trace back every fantasy she'd ever had to those sexual moments in her tights, pantyhose and stockings.

"The reason you're still here, silly Alice," Gwen interrupted her thoughts, is because you aren't ready to go back. "Knowing you've made this place is one thing, admitting that your obsession is a part of who you are is another, but you need strength to get home. You need my strength to move beyond this place and find your way to the white queen and life beyond Wonderland." 

"If I know I made you up, why are you still here?" Alice asked almost cautiously, as if she was afraid Gwen would disappear.

Taking Alice over to a very luxurious large bed that made her think back to castles of old, a fire erupted in the fireplace spreading warmth and yellow light all around her and Gwen, as Gwen kicked off her shoes and laid down on the bed, setting Alice down softly.

Removing her own shoes and tossing them over the side of the bed, Alice walked on the squishy soft, plush velveteen comforter up to stand next to Gwen's face as she lay on her side holding her head in one hand. 

"I'm still here, Silly Alice, because you need me to get you back.... After all I'm your guide whether you made me up or not." 

"So what happens next? Where do I go from here," Alice asked Gwen. 

"You'll need to climb the beanstalk in the morning to find the harp. The harp will be there when you find out the next step," Gwen answered matter of factly

'Wonderful', Alice thought. 'Got to find the harp.. Of course!' 

"Okay.. I'll bite, how am I supposed to find the beanstalk or the harp?" Alice asked fearing the answer.

"You already know how to find them Silly Alice, but you aren't strong enough to get there yet," cooed Gwen, a sexy and shapely dark silhouette created by the fire. Even in the darkness of the shadows falling on her face, her green eyes were as bright a flashlights and her lovely chestnut hair glinted shafts of golden light from the fire.

"So how do I get strong enough, Gwen?" Alice asked her arms flapping in frustration and hopelessness at having to follow the string of riddles.

"I must give you your gift from the past that was meant to be given to you in the future for the present," Gwen said with a lilting tone.

"WHAT??" Alice asked stupefied. 

"Remember when you awoke I said, 'Silly Alice... how can I present you with a gift in the future when it is intended to be given in the present?'" Gwen said with an almost opera house echo from her quoting herself in her own voice.

Nodding her head in vague remembrance, Alice squinted her eyes wondering where this was going and what the gift was.

"Well now it is the future from when we were talking, when you awoke, and the future is now the time that I may give it to you in the present."

"What present GWEN?!!" Alice yelled frustrated with all the riddles.

"No no dear sweet, silly Alice. I'm going to give you a GIFT in the present that was the future in the past!....My powers. My powers are the gift. They will only be temporary and by the time you're done using them, you won't need them anymore," Gwen went on almost a little sad.

"You'll draw strength from my gifts, and find in yourself the strength that has been there all along.. you just need to rediscover it," Gwen added with a smile.

Walking over to Gwen's face, Alice placed her tiny hands on her cheek and rested her entire body against Gwen's neck. "How am I supposed to get your powers, Gwen?" Alice asked as she felt Gwen's heartbeat from her throat pulsing against her stomach.

"Ah... that is the best part, sweet, silly little Alice," Gwen said with a smile as she rolled away slightly from Alice to lay on her back, still looking at the foot tall mistress. "You have to take them from me."

Before Alice could satiate her curiosity with a question, Gwen slowly ran both of her hands down her body from her breasts to her thighs. As her hands passed over her gown, the spruce and mint green ensemble began to vanish as if Gwen were dusting it off her body in a light blue mist that vaporized almost instantaneously. After a few short seconds she was laying there in nothing but her gray green sheer pantyhose before Alice's feasting eyes.

"Very nice Gwen," Alice said with a sultry smirk, hands on her hips as she looked longingly at Gwen silky legs that were as long to her as a pick-up truck. "So how exactly do I 'take' your powers?" Alice asked, walking down to Gwen's legs as she ran her hands down the entire length of her thigh and calves with her tiny hands stroking the shiny nylons.

"How did you get your pantyhose on when I dressed you, Alice? How did you have your vision of the yellow brick road when we were intimate with the Hatress?" Gwen continued, drawing the riddle out of Alice.

Stopping in mid stride against the sole of Gwen's silky left foot, Alice looked up over Gwen's toes and said with realization, "You made me cum."

Looking down her gorgeously petite body and shimmery green pantyhose to look Alice in the eye, Gwen simply smiled widely as she rested her head back down on the pillow.

"Oh!" replied Alice with sudden realization. Then with a sultry look in her eyes, she smiled unconsciously, biting her lip as her imagination started rolling. "Ohhhhh, this is going to be fun," she said with a devilish lilt. 

Standing behind the cover of Gwen's pantyhose foot that barely came up to the tops of her breasts, Alice reached behind her and unzipped the red satin dress, wiggling out of the tight gown, below Gwen's line of sight. With an obvious intent, Alice picked up the red fabric pile and threw it off the side of the bed with a huge grin.

Taking a step forward, pressing her lithe body against the pantyhose lined sole of Gwen's foot, Alice placed her arms in a giant bear hug around Gwen's toes rubbing her naked breasts and double pantyhose lower body against the silky wall in front of her. "Ooooooo that feels nice," Alice chimed subtly as she wiggled her tits from side to side against the large canvas of silk, making her nipples instantly hard.

Moving to stand between Gwen's pretty green silky feet, Alice pulled Gwen's feet apart with as much strength as she could, giving her giant lover the hint to spread her legs.

Complying without a word, Gwen opened her legs a good distance letting Alice walk in between them as she approached her encased womanhood. Gwen's legs came up to waist level on Alice in her shrunken form as she passed her calves up to her knees. All the while as she walked, Alice rubbed her silk pantyhose together as she leaned against Gwen's inner leg, each silky step making her get slick in the middle. It was a dream-come-true for Alice to have so much nylon at her disposal to the point she could rub her entire body against a pantyhose surface.

Reaching the point, just above Gwen's knee, Alice turned and vaulted herself up onto Gwen, swinging both of her ivory pink legs to either side of Gwen's left leg so that her crotchless , seamless silky tights and pantyhose were rubbing intimately against the firm, warm muscles of Gwen's lower thigh. "mmmmmmm, that does feel good," Alice purred.

Rubbing her legs in long swinging strokes against Gwen, Alice heard Gwen moan softly, her head rolling to one side, eyes closed as she enjoyed the tiny nylon pleasures Alice was giving her.

Leaning forward, Alice put her entire body against Gwen's thigh, barely one body length from Gwen's triangular shaped pubic patch that was pressed flat under the sheer shiny gray green nylons. With her legs and arms working in unison together, Alice crawled on her belly, dragging her miniature foot long body sensually along the pantyhose length of Gwen's thigh, moaning in delight with every inch as Gwen's leg rubbed against Alice's pantyhose encased clit.

As Alice's shoulders became even with Gwen's quim, she laid down flat with her head turned towards Gwen's intimate spot that was wiggling slightly in anticipation. Alice enjoyed the magnified look of Gwen's pussy lips as they moved underneath the gray green hosiery, rubbing back and forth in the seamless  pantyhose and making the faintest moist spot in the silk.

Kissing Gwen's thigh, Alice smiled at how much she loved the feel of pantyhose on her lips. Spreading her legs wide Alice began rubbing her legs again against Gwen, as her left hand reached over to rub Gwen's love button through the pantyhose.

In instant reply, Gwen nearly jumped off the bed when Alice's tiny hand cupped her clit and began rubbing up and down in between her legs.

"Oh? Do you like that my giant, Gwen?" Alice asked playfully.

"Yes, sweetie, I love it," was Gwen's throaty reply as she began breathing harder.

Smiling to herself, Alice stopped rubbing Gwen, teasing her slightly and sat upright astride Gwen's thigh. Finding her balance she stood up on Gwen's silky hips and began walking up Gwen's body. Across her pantyhose waistband, flat stomach, past her ribs (which tickled Gwen as Alice's tiny feet poked at her demure athletic form) and right up in between her breasts. Kneeling down in between Gwen's giant b-cups, Alice crawled the rest of the way on her hands and knees up Gwen's chest so she was face to face with her lover yet again. Placing her tiny hands on Gwen's chin, Alice leaned in, bending over erotically so her pink pantyhose ass was in the air, and planted several tiny sucking and licking kisses along Gwen's lips that were as wide as a huge serving platter.

Trying her best to keep still, Alice could tell that all of her love was only driving Gwen crazy for the size she was and the impact she was having. Deciding to spice things up, Alice turned around and crawled away from Gwen so she could enjoy the view of her tiny pussy that had made her own very sizable wet spot in the crotch with all the pantyhose rubbing and foreplay. 

Approaching Gwen's right breast, Alice took the soda can sized nipple in one hand and like a giant phallus began squeezing it with both hands while licking the top in long slow wet circles. Instantly Gwen responded as Alice pulled and sucked at her nipple. Soon her nipple was so hard, it was difficult to even squeeze. Moving to the left side, Alice repeated the same attention, sucking and squeezing till both of her lovely petite breasts were as hard as diamonds.

Grabbing the nipple firmly in one hand and tugging upward forcefully enough to be playful but most likely not nearly enough to cause her pain, Alice looked back at Gwen, past her pantyhose thigh and asked, "are you ready for more, honey?"

"Yes, please sweet Alice," came her reply. Alice could tell that her body was so small that she was essentially torturing Gwen with tiny pleasures that she wanted more of at her own size. Thinking it over in her head, Alice idly slid off the side of Gwen's body and pointed to the large pillows at the head of the mattress. 

"Put one of those under your rump, so your pussy is in the air!" Gwen commanded with an almost comical order.

Eager to please her miniature mistress, Gwen picked up a large firm pillow and tucked it under her lower back so that her hips were easily several inches off the soft velvety comforter. 

"Good girl," Alice praised. "Now bend your knees up and spread your legs for me darlin'," Alice continued to direct.

Complying so that her green shiny legs were touching, heels to ass, toes pointed erotically, Gwen could nearly put her knees to her breasts, her pussy and wet pantyhose pointed straight up, exposed widely for Alice.

"Good, now pick me up and put me right on your clit, sweetheart," Alice said with a smile and a sensual leer in her voice.

Smiling back, the firelight flickering yellow against Alice's entire body making her ivory pantyhose seem golden, Gwen took the utmost care in picking up her nearly naked pantyhose and tights clad Barbie; hoisting her in between her exposed legs and setting her down directly on her clit.

As Alice was set down, she was very aware that Gwen's clit was getting harder. Spinning around so she was facing away from Gwen, Alice slid her silky butt, with legs together, directly on top of Gwen's baseball sized clit. It was a wonderful feeling having pantyhose all over her pussy as well as the nylons rubbing back against her from Gwen's own apparel. Like she was on an enormous exercise mat made entirely of shimmering pantyhose.

Digging her heels inward so that her feet pushed against Gwen's opening, Alice anchored her hands so she wouldn't slip off and began rocking her crotch back and forth across Gwen's swollen, erect clit. It was amazingly delightful to Alice. The huge mass pressed hard against her pussy made her lips part and the lubricant she'd been making started to soak into the double layers of nylon even more. Her pussy felt energized with all the pantyhose around her, and she could tell she was making Gwen even crazier.

Leaning forward, spreading her legs, a giant clit pressed against her own pussy, Alice grasped Gwen's pantyhose and with her nails, pulled as hard as she could, finally ripping open Gwen's seamless crotch so that her pink pussy was exposed to the bed chamber.

"Oh, God Alice!" Gwen nearly shouted in surprise. 

Apparently not expecting Alice to be so aggressive, she had caught Gwen off guard. "You said I had to take your powers from you, so I'm taking them baby," Alice said with a wink.

With the green pantyhose no longer an obstacle, Alice's breath came short and quickly with the anticipation of what she was about to do next. With one pretty ivory pink foot, Alice slid her entire foot along Gwen's greased slit, letting her essence coat and soak her foot. Pressing firmly with both feet to get them drenched, she played with Gwen's pussy lips, parting them playfully with her tiny feet, making Gwen's hips buck slightly from the attention.

"Hold still baby, you're going to love this," Alice said looking back over her shoulder. Gwen's eyes were transfixed on the tiny goddess sitting on her pantyhose clit, as she practically held her breath waiting in rapture.

Slowly Alice slipped both of her soaked pantyhose feet to Gwen's pussy opening and ever so slowly began pressing down. Reflexively she could feel Gwen's pussy spread, accommodating her tiny nylon feet. It was a unique experience to immerse her feet in Gwen's warm wet hole, and as her ankles slipped inside, spreading her open ever so slightly. Alice looked back at Gwen and asked, "more sweetie?"

"Please, little Alice.. More please." 

Taking the hint, Alice pushed with more assertiveness gliding her lower legs in as Gwen's own liquid ointment rushed up to soak her pantyhose against Alice's skin. Gwen's pussy was tight and was puckering slightly with every move Alice made. Sliding forward even more, Alice put Gwen's clit under her pussy again and began rubbing back and forth along it as the tops of her knees slid inside Gwen.

Alice felt so complete being this deeply intimate with Gwen. She was masturbating Gwen with her pantyhose legs and she could tell with every twitch and convulsion that she felt, that Gwen was in rapture at being penetrated. Lightly kicking her feet back and forth in the sopping pussy, Gwen felt the wet pantyhose rubbing together on her calves and the coupled sensation with her own pussy being massaged by Gwen's clit almost mad her cum right there.

"More, please, Alice..." Gwen said, her hips bucking slightly.

"Oh you want more?" Alice said looking back again. "Fine, I can do that." Sliding around Gwen's opening like a cork screw in a wine bottle, Alice kept her legs inside of Gwen but was now sitting on a patch of stretched pantyhose directly above Gwen's asshole as she looked across the throbbing clit into Gwen's green eyes.

Fixing her gaze so that Gwen watched every move she made, Alice stood up slightly, allowing her weight to carry her deeper into her lover. Gwen's mouth opened with silent delight as Alice's thighs spread her pussy wider. Laying her body on top of Gwen's clit, so that her breasts held the love nub firmly between them, Alice forced herself down, bending her knees and wiggling her ass until she felt all of her lower nylon clad body sink deeper. Her pantyhose and tights covered thighs became warm and wet as she inched down slowly. Then after a few more seconds, Alice wiggled some more and eventually felt her pussy, ass and waist get sucked hungrily into Gwen's wet opening. 




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 08



Alice had been watching Gwen sleep for some time. Just lying there idly on the bed, Alice had awakened not long after their sexual transference. The fire had scarcely burned down at all when she had stirred and got up to look around. For some reason she was energized and wide awake. Alice took loving care to pick up her tiny little Gwen after sapping all of her cosmic, blue jasmine scented power during the four surging orgasms, and had put her lovingly on the same miniature bed she'd awoken in just hours prior. Covering Gwen with the same snuggly little fleece blanket, Alice then meandered around the room taking in all the details.

Everything was amazingly crisp. She could smell every scent from the table, still laden with food, as well as the clean Wonderland air that was outside beyond the thick pane windows. She could also see in the dark and heard every sound in the room and beyond the walls. It was an odd sensation to have so much sensory input all at once, and she wasn't even trying. When she really concentrated on listening she could swear she heard wolves crying from the forest where Samantha had saved her days ago.

After getting bored with listening to the world, Alice began playing with her new found powers a bit, letting her mind wander into fantasy, she often noticed she would turn invisible and would have to concentrate again on the present to make herself reappear. She could feel every molecule of heat in the fire and with a snap of the finger could extinguish it and light it again with deliberate thought. Putting herself to the test, she rushed her thoughts as quickly as possible in a wild rant of randomness to see what she was capable of.

First the food disappeared, followed by the table, then she made the table reappear but made out of diamonds. She made the roof vanish with a poof of smoke, a sudden chill rushing in from the night stars overhead that she stopped by putting the roof back in place, only 100 feet higher. The walls went from wood and plaster to alabaster marble that was a dull gray in the evening firelight, enormous pillars made the bedroom look like a cathedral now, and Alice added ten 50-candle chandeliers that burst into soft candle light making a warm glow.

For hours she played with her abilities realizing she could do just about anything she wanted with a thought. After that, she was content to float idly in mid air above the dresser that acted as Gwen's tiny little room and watched her toss and turn, her chestnut hair splaying across the tiny pillow that was no bigger than a box of toothpicks. Alice let time pass and watched shadows grow on the wall with the rising of the sun that took her seconds to wait for. 

Slowly but surely, she saw Gwen began to stir and time slowed to regular speed. Gwen, sat up slowly, a tiny naked morsel on the bed who was genuinely disoriented from having previously been omnipowerful and much, much larger.

Running her fingers through her shoulder length hair she looked around the giant room and smirked at the revisions that Alice had made while she slept. "Not bad, sweet little Alice," Gwen said with a pipsqueaking voice.

"Thank you," Alice replied, that nearly made Gwen jump out of her skin with an "EEK!"

"Alice? Is that you?" Gwen asked looking right through Alice's entire body that was barely a foot away suspended in mid air.

Grinning from the irony, Alice replied, "I'm right her little Gwen," as she focused her thoughts on reappearing ever so slowly. With a start, Gwen jumped back and then smiled up at Alice as she began to materialize.

First Alice thought about her eyes, gleaming like blinding blue sapphires, then she thought about just her face and her cascade of brilliant golden hair appearing, next she rolled over in mid air making her now visible head spin lazily through the morning air. Next she made blue smoke bubble and ripple in the air in curling wisps that covered her body and slowly began to billow away leaving her demure, lovely athletic naked form, a goddess afloat above the dresser and her little Gwen.

Putting her little hands on her little hips, Gwen gave a bit of a snide look saying, "well, it seems as though someone has been having fun all night."

Grinning despite her best efforts to be cool and collected, Alice simply drifted down to the smooth stone floor idly bobbing about on her toes as she twirled around Gwen. 

"OH GWEN, I've had the most amazing experiences understanding your powers... I had no idea you could do so many wondrous things! For instance, last night I made a pumpkin as big as an elephant! And then I turned it into an elephant and then turned it into an elephant pumpkin pie!" Alice said snorting as a fit of laughter caught her in her own amusement from her earlier escapades.

Seeing Gwen looking at her with a comical and somewhat grudging approval of how she was using her near limitless Jinn like powers, Alice composed herself and asked, "would you like some breakfast?!"

"As a matter of fact I would love some!!" Gwen replied happily, with a shaking finger up at Alice, "but first I think I need to get some clothes on" she continued as she turned towards the miniature wardrobe.

"UH UH!! Sweetheart," Alice said with authority as she reached down and grabbed Gwen off the dresser with a gentle hand. No way am I going to let you get off the hook of dressing me so many times in the past against my will when I get to repay the favor."

"HA, in essence you dressed yourself, Silly Alice," Gwen retorted with a 'tu che' attitude.

"That may be true, but I hardly knew it at the time," Alice quipped back. "Besides I'm going to let you see what it's like to be Alice in Wonderland," she said with a wink.

Cupping her hands so Gwen had a large platform to rest on in Alice's hands, Alice raised her palms up towards her chin where Gwen's feet nearly touched her lips. "Now be a good little Gwen and spread your legs wide darling," Alice said with a very sultry look on her face.

"Please! You expect me to just fillet myself to you?" Gwen resisted playfully, as she bent up her knees and crossed her arms, turning her face away from Alice.

With a quick puff of air, Alice conjured a huge blue plume that enveloped Gwen. The smoke quickly whisked away leaving Gwen in a giant pink fluffy bunny onsie complete with ears and bunny feet. 

"Oh my God?! What is this ugly thing?" Gwen asked looking ridiculous in her bundled up pose, as Alice laughed in large guffaws.

"You should know... you're part of me after all," Alice replied blowing another sudden gust of blue smoke that left Gwen dressed as a circus clown complete with red nose, white makeup and rainbow afro wig.

"This is insulting, Alice... really!" Gwen said again looking even less happy.

Another puff of blue smoke and Gwen was dressed as a 1920's prison inmate complete with striped coveralls, beanie hat, manacle and iron ball, and a mustache that left Alice laughing out loud.

"That's it, give me back my powers!!!" Gwen shouted in a tantrum that was entirely too cute for Alice to do anything more but smile lovingly back at her.

"Spread your legs, sweetheart.. I won't hurt you, I promise" Alice cooed with a gentle tone that was intoxicating for her to hear and apparently had a dizzying influence on Gwen whose eyes rolled back dreamily as she lay down compliantly in Alice's hands and very willingly spread her petite lovely knees wide.

Blowing a slow, warm gentle breath over Gwen's toes, Alice passed the tickling air over her legs letting the transparent and playful jasmine cloud drift up her body. 

In slow motion, Alice made time creep nearly to a halt as she made the prison uniform disappear leaving Gwen clean, naked and immaculate from her pedicure toes to her shiny luxuriant hair. Leaving the plume wafting about Gwen's lithe form, Alice resumed time, sticking out her tongue as she brought her hands to her mouth. 

In one smooth supple motion, Alice licked Gwen's dainty little quim with a slow methodical motion along the entire length of her hot slippery tongue, all the while pouring magical sensual electricity right to Gwen's labia and clit. 

In a jolt that took barely three seconds to evolve, Gwen's hands gripped Alice's large golden head as she came instantly from the sensation that slammed into her like a freight train. "Oh my Goo..." was as far as she got before Alice slowed time again. She reveled in seeing Gwen in the enraptured state of bliss, frozen in perpetual orgasm between the seconds of time as she pondered how to dress her little minion.

With a smile that was both respectful and appropriate Alice concentrated and kissed Gwen on her tiny puss allowing time to resume in sluggish seconds. 

"ooooooooddddddddDD!!!" Gwen cried out, finishing her shaking climax as the blue plume finally lifted from her body. Looking down she was remarkably shocked. Having been on the giving end so many times to Alice, she hadn't ever experienced the receiving end of her pleasurable powers before.

Putting her legs out straight, she smiled at what she was wearing and stood up in Alice's palm looking with wonderment at her naked giant mistress.

"Alice, this is..." she started, tears coming to her eyes, "this is beautiful!"

Gwen was dressed all in white from head to toe. Her dress was an opulent satin white that was snug against her petite breasts and flat stomach wrapping its soft fingers around and zippered at the back. Ribbons of diamonds, woven into the top glimmered like the sun that ran in spaghetti straps over her soft shoulders. Her hair was pulled back smartly in a single pony tail, tied with a white ribbon that trailed in lace, with tiny white flowers dotting her head like baby's breath. On her hands she had white satin gloves buttoned above the wrist with delicate flora embroidery dancing down the fingertips.

At the waist the dress flowed outwards in every direction and the fabric seamlessly went from satin to a supple heavy mesh that felt like rolled and knitted silk with the finest weave to give a wavy appearance that had a glimmering sheen as she moved. The length of the dress touched Alice's hands easily and fell back in a trail about two inches long. The front of the skirt had a slit running from floor to mid thigh directly in the front to show off both of her legs as she stepped around in Alice's hands. On her legs she wore sheer white pantyhose with white lace topped, opaque stockings over the top of them that had a muted powdery look to them. On her feet were simple strappy back white crisscross open foot sandal/ heels that arched her foot magnificently showing off the curve of her lovely legs. She looked absolutely angelic.

"You have always been here for me Gwen," Alice started a little choked up. "I may not have known that I needed you so much, but I did. Thank you for sticking with me while I learned to be who I truly am," she ended with barely a tear fallen cry.

Stepping closer, to her downturned face, Gwen approached Alice, wiping away the tears. "Darling sweet little Alice, why are you crying hon?"

"I'm afraid Gwen.. If I can do this on my own now and I don't need your powers any more, will I still need you? Are you going away?" Alice couldn't compose herself.

Laying tiny hands to Alice's cheek, Gwen replied, "Silly Alice, you will always need me, I'm that part of yourself that always knows who she is and admits to herself that she knows it. You may forget that you need me, but I'll never truly be gone. Besides you're hardly out of Wonderland, someone is going to have to dress you, you know."

Finding strength in Gwen's words that were no more audible than a whisper, Alice blinked the tears away, snuggling her nose and lips up against the tiny brunette in the palm of her hands with a thankful little kiss.

Walking over to the diamond table that was as clear as glass but shone like a chrome sword that glowed with the light of a star, Alice set down Gwen and replied, "I suppose I should get ready for my adventure too, huh?"

Relishing the feel and supple tingle of power that ran through every fiber of her being, Alice erred on the side of the dramatic as she stood back several feet from table, both hands at her sides in fists.

With a flick of her hands, she made blue lightning sizzle and crackle at her fingertips before pointing her hands, palms down towards her feet. With surging power, the lightning grew and spread striking hundreds of times at her feet bringing blinding sparks as the tendrils of electricity began to spread through the entire room, arcing and dancing off each piece of furniture and up into the stone rafters of the gothic bedroom/cathedral.

Concentrating hard on her ensemble, Alice brought the cacophony of deafening lightning sound to one blinding ball of energy between her palms that in a sudden moment of silence, exploded in a white sea of light that made Gwen avert her eyes as the explosion rippled through the room, shattering every window and mirror with a rupturing shockwave of sound.

As light shone in through the empty window frames, tinkling could be heard all throughout the room from the remnants of falling glass. Looking up with blinking green eyes, her hands covering her ears, Gwen looked in shock before her. Alice, her beautiful naked form at the center of the maelstrom, was a whirlwind of blue smoke that swept like a tornado in every direction at once. She was barely visible in the rushing fog, and with a cry that was part battle hardened maiden and the other half, that echoed with goddess like resonance, the smoke exploded outwards in a rush of wind, leaving Alice, clear as day standing powerfully in midair two feet off the ground in a heroic hover.

She was a sight to behold in her righteous fury, and clearly loving the powers at her whim to employ. From the top down, Alice looked ready indeed for an adventure. Her golden hair was pulled back tight against her scalp in a French braid that linked down her back and ended in a deep green ribbon. She wore an open billowy green silk blouse that hugged her breasts, but was borderline swashbuckling from the puffy sleeves that covered her arms and ended in golden cuffs. Over the top of which she wore a brown leather vest inscribed with stamped filigree patterns. At her waist was a very short tan skirt, cinched with a thin leather belt that swayed lightly in the breeze just barely below her crotch. Her lovely legs were covered with a forest green pair of sheer pantyhose, over the top of which she wore, just over the knee ribbed beige opaque stockings that ended in a pair of mid-calf leather boots that had golden buckles and two-inch heels. She truly looked like a sexy adventurer, and her cosmic use of powers to stay aloft only made her seem more majestic.

Settling down on the floor, her theatrics done, Alice looked up under her sculpted eyebrows and with a sly snap of her fingers the room went blue and impossibly hard to see accompanied by a heavy "WHOOF" sound. After a second of hacking and spitting out jasmine smoke, Gwen could see the room again though it had been restored to its original design and everything was in its place as if it had never been disturbed at all, nor had seen the evenings activities. The table that Gwen stood on was the same 8-foot long grand wooden table as before and it was littered with breakfast foods in mass quantities, an obvious repayment for the dinner Gwen had gifted Alice with.

"Enjoy, sweetie," Alice replied calmly as she pulled out her chair and sat down to eat.

It was a great breakfast, and they both ate somewhat quietly with little jokes here and there and supple loving looks that didn't' need words attached to them. After the eggs and ham, juices and fruit, puffs and pastries were consumed, Alice scooped Gwen up and walked out onto a balcony at the far end of the room.

Holding her up at shoulder level, Alice simply asked, "Okay, so how do I get to the beanstalk? I'm guessing, I've already made this in my mind so it must be here?" she asked trying to sound knowledgeable but still realizing she didn't' understand how her own mind patterned the steps and places she would follow.

"You are right and wrong, sweet Alice," Gwen said in her pretty white dress. "You've made it in your mind, but your mind hasn't made the beanstalk yet."

Looking down at Gwen with one raised eyebrow, Alice simply stared as if Gwen were intentionally making shit up to confuse her now. "Okay... What???" Alice asked with a snarl of her lips.

Turning with a patient sigh, Gwen knelt down in Alice's palm with her hands folded on her white silky knees as she explained what she meant. "Imagine a beanstalk, as big around as a building and so tall it touches the clouds disappearing to a world above Wonderland."

Closing her eyes, Gwen giggled as she saw Alice's nose twitch with her imaginings. "Okay, I'm imaging a HUGE beanstalk," Alice said.

"Good! Now take that beanstalk in your mind and squeeze it down into a bean that would barely feed a rat!!" Gwen went on with a dramatic wave of her hands.

"Okay! Got it... I squeezed that sucker down," Alice went on playfully opening one eye to look down at Gwen.

"Well...?" Gwen asked.

"Well what? Alice replied.

"Well go on.. spit it out?!" Gwen said with a chirping demand.

As if on que, Alice swished her mouth back and forth and spat out near Gwen a bean that was no larger than a dime to Alice.

Picking up the bean that was roughly the size of a hand bag to Gwen, she held it up to Alice and said, "See you made it in your mind, and now your mind has made the beanstalk!"

"Oh for God's sake," Alice said casually rolling her eyes back in her head. "All that for a stupid bean?"

"Yep," Gwen said with a smug little smile, as she used all her tiny strength to throw the bean off the balcony.

"Um...Okay Gwen, thanks sooo much for the bean fun, but I think I'll take you inside and poof away your riddling sense of humor because, honestly... that was..." Alice said until she was abruptly cut off in mid sentence. The ground and the entire balcony began to shake violently as if the Earth were shaking below them.

"You may want to get away from the windows sweetie," Gwen said patiently.

Caught off guard at the sudden burst of green foliage sprouting in front of her into the sky, Alice retreated back ten feet in a blink of blue smoke as she watched the balcony window fill up and then become fully blotted out and engulfed by an enormous growing plant stalk that rumbled and churned with the sound or Earth rending and stone breaking. 

The entire room shook for a good three minutes and Alice covered a calm Gwendolyn in her hands until the tremors subsided and the room had fallen dark with dust and smoke. 

Walking back to the balcony that was half destroyed from the enormous growing mass, Alice stared up in open-mouthed wonder at what she beheld. A Bean stalk, as big around as the Washington monument in D.C. stood before her with coils of vine and twists of leaves that darted out in enormous branches up the entire length that disappeared overhead in a point. It looked like it stretched up for miles and Alice had to hold up her free hand to block the sun that broke through the clouds as she tried to gaze the top above the clouds.

"Wow... that's about what I imagined alright," Alice said with a nod matter-of-factly. "So I'm going to take a guess and assume that you aren't coming with me at this point?" she asked Gwen.

"Correct!" Gwen said simply.

"I'm also guessing that the only way I can get past this point is to find the harp?" Alice asked again with certainty.

"Correct again!" Gwen said proudly.

"And... why is the harp important again?" Alice asked quizzically.

Shrugging in genuine ignorance, Gwen simply leaned in and rapped her knuckles against Alice's forehead, "It's all... up.... Here.... Sweet little Alice," Gwen said, as she punctuated each word with a little swat to her head.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 08



Walking back into the lavish room, one hand holding Gwen, the other holding her swatted forehead, Alice set Gwen down on the table near the dessert cinnamon rolls that dripped heavy with sweet icing.

"Are you going to be okay here at this size while I'm gone?? When will I see you again? how are you going to get your powers back?" Alice sputtered out with a sudden curious concern that made her feel suddenly child like for not having enough sense to ask these questions before she spat out an enormous beanstalk that she was destined to reach the top of.

Running her left hand through the sweet cinnamon icing and licking it from the palm of her hand as she talked, Gwen looked up at Alice with a casual style and replied, "Yes, I'll be okay here at this size, you'll see me again when it is time to see me again, and if you aren't quick I'll be getting my powers back in no time as YOUR time to borrow them is almost up!"

"What!" Alice practically shrieked with new found panic.

"Yep," Gwen went on, letting her slippery little tongue take another sweet lick of the icing, "I'd say you have about one minute left."

"One minute!!!" Alice continued in stark disbelief. "So I should probably... um fly?"

"I would," Gwen said with another lick, "and you'd better haul ass too, tick tock.. I'm late I'm late!!" Gwen mocked the white rabbit that was only a dream from Alice's imagined past now.

"K! Thanks Gwen, I love you!" She planted a quick kiss on top of the little brunette head and "POOFED" to the open balcony.

Looking up, her blonde braid waggling at the top of her butt, Alice imagined Super Girl from comics she'd read in middle school, and with a slight bend to her pantyhose and tights covered knees, she leapt straight up, one balled up fist high in the air as she rocketed along the base of the enormous skyscraper of a beanstalk.

Sitting in the middle of the table, immobilized where she'd been kissed by Alice, Gwen stared blankly at the flying chips of granite as it skittered into the room followed by a slight burst of thunder and light dusting of smoke as Alice disappeared in a blink.

" I love you....? Well... we didn't see that coming did we Little Alice." was all she said to herself.

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The outcropped branches were as thick as a house and as long as city blocks as Alice flashed by in a blur pushing her abilities to their limit. She dodged every obstacle effortlessly as she thundered straight up the green behemoth. Every time a stalk was in her way she'd teleport through it with an instantaneous burst and then with a shuddering sonic boom that would make the entire stalk rattle, she'd go even faster into the sky.

It took about 30 seconds for her to see the cloud bank that was the ceiling of the beanstalk. Way up above her, the giant green stalk began to thin slightly and then abruptly, disappeared into the fluffy white cloud cover that spread out over the rest of the valley like a blanket in the sky. 

Gritting her teeth with strain, wind buffeting her face, Alice poured on the power. Her entire field of vision began to blur and shake as vapor clouds began forming in front of her. She pushed so hard she was getting dizzy with the effort and then realized blue smoke coming off of her fist.

Opening her eyes slightly she could see what was beginning to happen. It wasn't the speed that was causing the smoke to appear it was the fact that she was losing her temporary abilities with every yard she climbed into the sky. 

Looking down at where she'd come from, the beanstalk was a staggering giant to her now that paled near the ground as did the house it had grown up from that was scarcely a speck now. With a sudden rising fear and sense of mortality, Gwen turned her eyes back up ahead as she began begging for her powers to holdout. "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!!!" she pleaded to herself as her eyebrows furrowed in effort. 

Suddenly her body shook as she burst into blue smoke and reappeared almost instantly but she was moving suddenly slower despite her efforts. Another few seconds passed and the same thing happened. A puff of blue Jasmine smoke and then she slowed yet again. She was barely 100 feet from the top of the beanstalk now and was moving at a sluggish pace through the air that seemed to be working against her, as if trying to keep her from reaching the clouds.

Winding her way closer to the stalk, with the growing fear that she'd fall to her death if she lost her powers in mid flight, Alice "poofed" twice more and slowly, inexorably felt her powers dissipate altogether. Feeling like a marathon runner who'd hit the wall just a few feet from the finish line, Alice reached out her hands to the closest outcropped leaf that was thick and had winding spirals of grapevine like foliage underneath it, clutching it for dear life as the final plume of smoke withered off of her body like sand being blown off a sidewalk by a brisk breeze. Alice nearly cried out in fright as the world came back to her in a very mortal rush and gravity was now a deadly foe vice a happy annoyance.

She was 20 feet from the clouds and could hardly bring herself to move as she clung against the side of the beanstalk using her branch as a plank lifeline she felt she couldn't ever let go of.

"Holy Shit, what was I thinking!" Alice berated herself as she shut her eyes tight in the whipping wind that was her only companion up this high. Looking straight ahead to the beanstalk and up above her, Alice tried to assess what she could do next as nausea churned in her stomach from fear. "God, I'm gonna puke.... Fuck me, this was a bad idea."

Not daring a look down as it would be the death of her, Alice still shaking, spread her pantyhose thighs and dug the heels of her leather boots into the foot wide branch and pushed herself along its length on her belly working towards the main stalk. After a few moments she'd moved up against the trunk of the beanstalk and used her arms to help pull her upright to a standing position, holding onto the bulky green wall in front of her for dear life. It was then she discovered that the surface was somewhat mossy, but stiff like a natural chain link fence that was a mesh along the entire skin of the stalk.

Dumbfounded by luck that her imagination would have made up such a forgiving climbing surface when she'd conjured it as a simple bean just minutes ago, Alice tested it with her weight as she cautioned a climb.

The surface held her weight flawlessly and was like a giant rock wall that she'd enjoyed scaling indoors at the gym down the block from her apartment. Pressing her chest and hips against the bean stalk Alice reached high, and with determination that grew inch by inch, she began to climb aiming for the next highest branch. 

After a few minutes Alice reached the first branch and then with determined strength, she pushed her pantyhose legs farther and farther getting closer with every inch to the cover of clouds above her.

More minutes ticked by as the wind whistled past her, and it seemed as though time was intentionally mocking her with its slow progress. Digging in her toes on a protruding knot in the stalk she realized it was getting darker. No, not darker, she had entered the clouds. Holding on even tighter as she continued to climb with renewed vigor, she passed at least another 20 feet before she saw the clouds lighten above her. 

The wind died off abruptly, and she was immersed in a damp mist that made her blouse cling moistly to her back and breasts. Feeling fatigue licking at her muscles as they started shaking slightly from the prolonged strain of going vertical for so long, Alice's head finally poked up above the clouds.

Pulling hard to climb higher, Alice was soon entirely out of the clouds and making her way around the girth of the trunk looking for someplace stable where she could rest. Seconds ticked by and she felt her limbs starting to give out from the strain of climbing for so long. Looking anxiously to the nearest branch that was a good 10 feet away, her heart began to race as her foot suddenly slipped and her hands gave out from the sudden demand of having to hold her entire body weight.

With a scream that would make a victim in a horror film scare with fright, Alice fell a good foot before landing with a gentle thud that threw her off balance sending her tumbling to the solid, cloud covered ground on her silky butt with an 'uupphff'. 

Staggered at the fact she wasn't plummeting to her death, she sat there for a few seconds, trembling hands grasping solid earth below a soft billowy venire of clouds. Sitting up she tested the ground around her and noticed that the farther from the stalk the ground went the less clouds there were until she could see green grass and patches of brown Earth. Standing up, brushing the dust and dirt from her supple tan skirt and silky nylons, Alice began walking cautiously around the stalk, revealing more of the landscape that was an entire world here above the clouds.

Rounding a large branch that lay across the ground like a fallen log, Alice stood awestruck by what was before her. Verdant fields of wavering grass reached out in soft rolling hills that reflected sparkling twinkles of sunshine that was out in full force above the cloud cover. Looking farther still there was a wide dirt road at least 30 feet across that wound a lazy path to the most inconceivable thing ever. Sitting there as imposing as a mountain stood an enormous castle. Even from this distance Alice could tell it was gigantic. It was easily larger than 10 square city blocks in New York and the imposing gray stone was a flat imposing face that showed little details other than the occasional window and the dull red shingled roofing that added a slight touch of menace to the structure.

Taking another few moments to soak it all in, resting on the large branch, Alice gave a final determined nod to herself, "Well I suppose there isn't a harp in the fields, and being powerless, wishing isn't going to get me there any faster." With long strides so that her legs rubbed together playfully, Alice set out along the road towards the castle wondering where in the hell she was going to find a magic harp.

Alice was absolutely tired by the time she reached the enormous castle. Having been shrunken recently and grown back to her regular size only to now be miniature again against this ziggurat of a fortress was a little disorienting. Finding a rock that was the size of a coffee table to her, but no bigger than a pebble in front of the massive double wooden doors, Alice took a seat to rest her legs. The trek along the road, combined with the climb she was weary from the trip and wanted to do nothing more than take a nap before trying to venture into the huge citadel to find a harp that could be anywhere amid the many level and thousands of square feet within.

Laying down on the rock that was warm and comforting, Alice resigned to let her eyes slip for just a moment as she regained her strength.

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Alice awoke sometime later to the trembling of the ground beneath her. Not sure how long she'd dozed, her head was a bit groggy, but she found renewed strength and dexterity to get off the rock and run to one side of the doors. 

The trembling of the ground intensified but wasn't steady, rather it was as if something enormous were walking and the very ground shook from the weight of the massive being. No sooner had she gotten to one side of the door than she heard the loud click of heavy metal parts moving and grinding as the enormous handle nearly 40 feet above her twisted downwards. Another beat passed and one of the huge double doors swung open wide and a terrifying sight appeared. 

Alice couldn't believe her eyes as the giant man, who was at least 80 feet tall, walked out of the castle with a huge bow and quiver of arrows slung over his back. His foot alone was as big as a semi truck as it stormed past Alice in shuddering steps that sent up a cloud of dust that fanned out in all directions. Alice felt utterly insignificant and petrified by the giant, but also was smart enough to realize the front door had been opened for her.

Seeing the giant continue past the threshold of the doorway, Alice swallowed her courage and darted as fast as her pantyhose legs would carry her towards the open door. Watching the giant as she ran, she saw him start to turn around to close the door, dust swirling all about as his enormous feet ground into the dirt.

Chugging faster and trying her best to keep her noise to a minimum, she barely ducked past the open doorway and inside out of sight before the giant turned fully around and slammed the huge eight-foot thick door shut with a huge boom that made Alice wince and cover her ears from the deafening sound.

A few moments later as the dust cleared and the huge footfalls of the giant, apparently off to do some hunting, died off into the distance, Alice wandered into the giant foyer of the castle noticing the enormity of the interior. It was as one would imagine a castle. Elaborate tapestries, giant pillars, huge blocks of stone supporting the walls, vaulted ceilings and furniture spaced here and there. Giant suits of armor and racks of spears and swords were littered randomly around corners and at intersections of hallways while a giant staircase led up to another level. Along the main floor was a living room, a dining room, an enormous kitchen, a den and several closets that were locked with huge iron keys in wooden doors. A giant fireplace, with a blaze that was as large as a two story home burning, lit the main room and dining room while torches spaced in sconces along the pillars, and chandeliers with dozens of candles, helped illuminate the rest of the manor.

In every room she entered she looked around for an enormous harp that would be on a desk or adorning a corner somewhere in a place of leisure. Coming to no avail, she wandered into the kitchen driven by hunger and a sudden whetted appetite generated by the lovely smelling bread that was hot and fresh on the counter.

Looking around at the table and chairs, the legs were as huge as tree trunks and they were all polished wood making any attempt to get up on top of the table or countertop in her slippery pantyhose a little bit of a challenge. Looking around she saw a few cupboards that were open under the sink as well as a pantry door that was slightly ajar. 

Walking towards the open sink cupboard Alice froze instantly in her tracks when she saw a pair of red eyes peer out at her from the doorway. Unable to react in the middle of the floor and seeing the red beady glowing eyes on a level even with hers but much farther apart, Alice could only watch as they drew closer. Slowly a pink nose and a mud brown snout of coarse hair emerged that belonged to the head of a rat that was as big as a sedan.

Looking around as best she could without taking her eyes off the rat, Alice tried to make her mind focus on what to do.

"Oh, this is sooo not good," she muttered to herself as she began to sweat lightly. Trying to think of how to fight the rat, she realized that all she had was her adorable outfit of silk and leather to protect her, and the best options was probably to make a mad dash for the pantry door that looked big enough for her, but maybe not wide enough for the rat.

Suddenly the rat, nose and whiskers twitching, had enough information to know Alice would make a tasty snack and began to charge the distance in between them with a high pitched scree noise that was piercing to Alice's ears. Turning immediately and huffing for all she was worth, it seemed like an unimaginable distance to the pantry in the short time she had. 

Not giving up without trying she ran faster and faster, pumping her arms and striding wide with her nylon covered legs in true track team fashion. She could feel the ground tremble more and more as the bucking rat bounded closer and closer with each scurrying leap. She heard another scree noise from the rat as it nearly had her, and then Alice heard an odd thunk like someone staking a post in soft earth followed by a shrill cry from the rat that turned into a wailing knell. 

Glancing over her shoulder to look as she hauled ass, she saw the rat writhing and convulsing on the kitchen floor with a crochet hook that had been fashioned into a spear, sticking out of the rat's neck. Turning back around she ran straight into the arms of a person who was remarkably her size, though cloaked in dark clothing.

Immediately trying to fight her way free as the arms held her securely, Alice shouted "Let go of me!!" before a hand that was soft and smelled like vanilla clamped over her mouth followed by a shushing noise.

"It's okay," said the female voice softly with a whisper "I'm not going to hurt you, but we need to get to cover quickly."

Taking a step back as the stranger's hands loosened their grip on her arm and mouth, Alice looked into the hooded darkness and asked, "who are you? What do you want with me."

Pulling back the hood, Alice was instantly enamored with the woman in front of her. She had long brunette hair the color of stained oak that shone with brilliance in the candle light of the castle. Her eyes were a deep liquid chocolate brown color and her face was as beautiful as ever she could imagine. 

"My name is Jacqueline and right now a thank you would suffice," she said as she ran to the rat and pulled the bloody spear free from its dead body. "You don't just wander into a giant's house and make yourself to home."

"Sorry... I'm new here....uh... th.. thank you!!" Alice said a bit awkwardly under the gaze of Jacqueline's penetrating brown eyes. "I'm Alice," she followed up after a second remembering her manners albeit a little delayed.

"Alice??? Your name is Alice?? Oh God you just made my week sweet heart" Jacqueline said with a glint of joy in her eyes. "I'll make this real simple for you, Alice, come with me if you want to live. We need to get out of sight before Olaf returns from his daily hunt," Jacqueline replied.

"Olaf?" Alice replied with a sneer. "Who's..."

"He's the patron of this fine establishment," Jacqueline embellished with a fake British Accent. "He's also the giant who eats humans if he can find them, and trust me, with his nose he'll find you easily," Jacqueline continued. "It's amazing he didn't find you at the door. He eats all the time and never seems to get enough meat. Now enough questions! Come ON!!" she finished. Grabbing Alice's hand she pulled fiercely, nearly setting her off balance as she drew Alice to the large pantry door.

A few seconds later they were inside the pantry next to high shelves of canned foods ranging from beans to soups and jarred vegetables and pickled eggs. Keeping up the speedy pace, Jacqueline ran with Alice to the back of the wall where she pushed aside a wooden wedge as tall as she was that had a nail stuck through it from the back.

"Quick inside," Jacqueline insisted with a hushed whisper and a shove that sent Alice into the dark space. Following behind Alice, Jacqueline quickly gave a tug at the nail, pulling the wall cork effectively into place, and sealing them in darkness, save for a small beam of light that shone against the wall several dozen feet above them.

With a sound like a cork being pulled out from a wine bottle Alice could see suddenly due to a faint yellow light below her. Looking down she saw Jacqueline holding an unstopped bottle that held a phosphorescent liquid that reminded Alice of yellow glow sticks. Reaching behind her back Jacqueline produced a foot long stick with cloth wrapped around one end and handed it to Alice to hold while she poured the sour smelling fluid onto the cloth. 

Seeing Alice wrinkle her nose, Jacqueline simply replied "firefly phosphorescent". As soon as it soaked into the cloth, the improvised torch gave off immediate light to the area allowing Alice to see she was in between a wooden pantry and a stone castle wall.




Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 08



"Carry this for me okay, Alice?" Jacqueline instructed more than asked as she pulled out the crochet hook spear and began walking in between the two towering walls, with Alice in tow.

"Uh, sure I guess," Alice replied a little taken aback and put off by Jacqueline's gruff behavior. "So what are you doing here Jacqueline?" Alice asked.

"Shhhhhhh, be quiet until I tell you, you can talk, unless you want to be rat chow again. Answers will come soon enough, please be patient," was all Jacqueline said as she turned back forward drawing her hood up over her long mane of brown hair.

Holding the sour smelling torch over her head so it could light their way, Alice grudgingly followed, though still very grateful her new guide had showed up to save her life. They walked a good distance before finding several cracks in the stone that meandered up the wall to a wooden outcropping from the back of the pantry shelf overhead.

Putting the spear in a thong along her cloaked back, Jacqueline set to the task of climbing without even looking back to Alice. Knowing it was follow or be left behind, Alice put the stick in her mouth biting down on the wooden handle as she followed a few paces behind Jacqueline on their ascent. The climb was a bit easier than what she'd endured along the beanstalk, but she was none-the-less glad when they reached the wooden ledge. Stepping across the opening from the wall, Jacqueline walked toward a knothole that had been poked out of the pantry cabinet.

The cabinet had been partitioned and there were several items like emptied tins, spoons and half opened cloth pouches that lay around in the makeshift room that Jacqueline had obviously been using as furniture in the back of the cabinet.

"Whew..." said Jacqueline with a wipe of her hand across her forehead. 

Pulling off her cloak Alice got a look at her new acquaintance and found what she saw to her liking. She was very athletic with a shapely fit frame. She wore a black blouse very similar to what Alice had on, that was tucked into a pair of black opaque stretch pants that disappeared into over the knee leather boots. About her waist was a crimson sash that was tied on one side making her look like a pirate wench if not for her alluring beauty and feminine mannerisms. "I'm glad the hard part is over," Jacqueline continued. "Now we can..."

She stopped short as both she and Alice felt the tremors. They came faster and faster with growing intensity that made objects in the cabinet rattle audibly. "Oh, no.. He's back. Hurry Alice come on!!" Jacqueline yelled with terror in her eyes.

Grabbing Alice's hand without permission and jerking her through another hole in the wooden partition further towards the front of the cabinet that looked out over the kitchen, Jacqueline ran in between enormous jars and spice shakers until she found a squat square bottle that had a fat short cork in the top.

"Open your blouse and spread your legs," Jacqueline said in an almost scared whisper.

"I beg your pardon?" Alice said, a little uncomfortable with what this beautiful stranger was asking her to do. "I really don't know you well enough to..."

"FEE FI FOE FUMM!!" came a booming voice from the direction of the front door, that made both of them startle slightly.

Covering Alice's mouth forcefully and getting a scant inch from her face so they were eye to eye, Jacqueline hissed with a fearful tone that made Alice extremely concerned. "Do you hear that Alice? That is the sound of a giant that eats people. You get me? Not a fairy tale where he swallows them and you live in his belly like Jonah and the whale, you get ground to a pulp in his teeth. You die... get it? The only way he can find us is by his sense of smell. Olaf is a bloodhound for people and even worse for women. It may have been the fresh air or the dirt from the road that concealed you before, but in this house, he can smell you're here."

"I SMELL A GIRL AND GIRLS ARE YUMMM," thundered Olaf as the door to the castle swung open on its massive iron hinges and the footsteps began wandering towards the kitchen.

Letting go of Alice's mouth, Jacqueline torqued the stopper off the square bottle and turned back to Alice with a hand pointed at the brown liquid inside. "The only way I've been able to live this long is by masking my scent with vanilla oil. You reek of woman and he can smell you now. He is going to kill you if you don't open your blouse and spread your fucking legs!!! 

Unbuttoning her vest and blouse as fast as she could, and scared for her life for the third time today, Alice could hear Olaf enter the kitchen and begin moving chairs and opening doors while the heavy sound of his snuffling nose could be heard.

"FEE FI FOE FUMM" he repeated as he went from place to place tracking her location.

Dipping both hands in the brown vanilla oil, Jacqueline used her hands as a bowl and doused the entire front of her opened black silk blouse; rubbing it along her lovely breasts, armpits, neck, lower back, ass cheeks and crotch.

"MMMM RATTTT" Olaf said with a stupid drawl as Alice heard his large feet shuffling outside the cabinet door. After a brief second, Alice heard the sickening sound of meat and bone being torn and consumed by the giant who was obviously eating the dead rat that Jacqueline had speared.

Alice was quickly brought back to the task at hand as Jacqueline pulled her to the open bottle and used both hands to splash gobs of the pungent vanilla scented oily fluid against Alice's bare breasts that dripped generously down her flat stomach to soak into her skirt and pantyhose. Turning Alice around, Jacqueline splashed more vanilla on her back and nylon buttocks as fast as she could, trying in a desperate rush to hide them from certain doom.

"Put the cork back in, quickly!" Jacqueline whispered urgently.

Picking up the stopper Alice turned to the bottle where Jacqueline had immersed her arms in to the elbow in the slick shiny fluid before pulling them out to let Alice pop the cork back in with a small pop.

Eyes wide in terror, both Alice and Jacqueline heard Olaf stop in mid chew to begin sniffing again; this time he was right outside the cabinet door.

"I SMELL A GIRL AND GIRLS ARE YUMMM," thundered Olaf.

"Run behind the sugar!" Jacqueline whispered as she nodded towards a massive sack of sugar that would easily hide them from view. 

Running quickly on the pads of her feet to keep her heels for clicking on the wooden flooring, Alice skirted just past the sugar bag, with Jacqueline behind, still keeping her slicked hands upright as the doors to the cabinet flung open. 

Jacqueline grabbed Alice in a death grip from behind hugging her body close as her greased hands ran all over Alice's body. One hand was running over her heaving breasts while the other slid past the waist band of her pantyhose diving down to lather Alice's pussy with a handful of the slippery vanilla oil.

They could hear Olaf sniffing into the cabinet, moving some of the spice containers aside just a few feet away from them in his search for tiny women.

Alice could feel the oil soaking deeper into her nylons, down her thighs, as she ran her own hands over her legs, boots and ass while Jacqueline continued to work every inch of her crotch, chest and belly with her slippery hands. Jacqueline was rubbing her body silently along Alice's back furiously in the dead silence while they tried with desperate hope to escape detection.

The sniffing became louder and the light dimmed as Olaf stuck his face up to the cabinet and breathed in deeply.

"FEE-FI-FOE-FUMM" he said in between each long huff of his nose. Alice could feel his breath with every draft of air he took in, and she could feel her entire terrified body shaking with fear, as she and Jacqueline held their breath.

Holding Jacqueline's hands still against her, they both waited in still silence for several more seconds of smelling until at last, the light grew brighter and the sniffing ceased. Olaf closed the cabinet doors with a muffled, "I SMELL VANILLA NOT GIRLS AND SOME."

Breathing a quiet quivering sigh of relief, Alice felt Jacqueline hug her dearly from behind as she put her lips to Alice's neck and kissed it thankfully for having survived. 

It was then that Alice was aware of where Jacqueline's hands were and she felt a small tingle of pleasure inside vice fear, and her body warmed with the sensation of being held and stroked. Turning her head towards Jacqueline, Alice nuzzled her nose against Jacqueline's cheek tenderly as she moved her hands over Jackie's. 

Returning a thankful kiss on Jacqueline's cheek, Alice whispered "thank you for saving my life again Jacqueline." With slow supple motion, Alice spread Jacqueline's fingers out and moved her hand across her breasts and nipples that were stiffening under the attention of the slippery oil. Her other hand went between her skirt, over top of her pantyhose, pressing Jacqueline's other hand more tightly against her pussy lips and clit as her slippery hand was trapped against Alice's warm crevice by the silky nylons. 

"Not a problem," Jacqueline whispered a bit breathlessly and uncertain as she and Alice stood there for a moment using the silence to enjoy each other's touch.

Turning around slowly in the dim light of the spice pantry, Alice's eyes met Jacqueline's and she could see that Jacqueline was becoming as aroused as she was, though a bit nervous and suddenly shy. Not saying a word she leaned in slowly to kiss Jacqueline's full lips that were still trembling with fear.

"It's okay now," Alice said with as much strength as she could muster. "You saved us," she said with a nod before kissing Jacqueline again, who seemed to melt slightly under Alice's attention. 

Slowly, with feather kisses turning more passionate, they kissed deeply with sensual vanilla tasting lips and tongues. Alice's fingers worked Jacqueline's shirt open all the way as her body began to hunger for more. Cupping, Jacqueline's beautiful breasts, Alice worked some of the excess vanilla oil off her own belly to massage and re-grease Jacqueline's chest more liberally than what had soaked through her partially unbuttoned blouse.

A slight moan escaped Jacqueline's lips as Alice's hands made Jacqueline nipples stiff with tender circles and light flicks of her fingertips across her breasts. "Alice, what are we doing?"

Taking Jacqueline's hand off her chest, Alice pressed her breasts firmly against Jacqueline's as she pinned her against the enormous bag of sugar. "I'm thanking you properly for saving my life, and you're letting me. Without you, I...I wouldn't be here... the least I can do is show my gratitude," Alice said as a whisper as she looked Jacqueline in the eyes. Bringing Jacqueline's free hand around her waist, Alice placed it along her upper thigh, sliding it across the slippery wet nylon and up to her ass.

Alice felt Jacqueline's hand inside her pantyhose begin to slide back and forth slowly along her pussy with a more sensual intent than when she'd been masking her scent with the vanilla. Her oily fingers, pressed against Alice's pussy lips spreading them with a wet sound that made Alice purr, while the palm of her hand rubbed her clit with a rocking motion sending tingles of pleasure through Alice's body.

Breathing heavy with ripples of pleasure now emanating from her pussy, Alice slid both eager hands down into Jacqueline's soft stretch pants, one above her pubic patch and the other down the back between her ass cheeks. The sudden touch made Jacqueline shiver slightly as she whimpered with the slippery sensation of being stroked from the front and behind.

Alice's hands were impossibly slick with the oil and she loved the wet sensation of Jacqueline's soft skin as she probed and massaged Jacqueline's slick openings while they kissed again.

Loving the pleasurable hand movements she was receiving from Jacqueline, Alice reciprocated by spreading Jacqueline's lips, letting the tips of her fingers gently play with her hot loins. She could feel the hot sticky essence of Jacqueline's pussy mingling with the oil as her hand stroked her slit. Arching two of her fingers, Alice ever so slowly pressed against Jacqueline's pussy entrance and felt the tight flexing muscles part in resilience as she slid her wiggling fingertips inside. Her body was like a sensual wet oven of fiery heat that squeezed Alice's fingers almost painfully.

"Oh, Alice.. that feels so nice," Jacqueline whispered in gasps as Alice pushed her fingers in deeper. "I've never been with a woman before.. I didn't know it would be like this."

"You feel amazing," Alice replied to the now innocent and somewhat vulnerable Jacqueline. "Feel inside me, Jacqueline," Alice coaxed with throaty insistence as she bucked her hips against Jacqueline's hand.

With a little hesitance, Alice felt her womanhood being penetrated by first one and then two long slender fingers that were as wet as a waterslide. "Mmmmm that's nice... now slide in one more," Alice said with a lusty smile as she kissed Jacqueline's neck, making moist hot spots below her ear.

Groaning softly with delight, Alice was in heaven when Jacqueline complied, stuffing a third finger up inside of her. Alice began sliding her hips forwards against the fingers trying to suck them in as her love portal was electrified with pleasure and began throbbing and building in subtle waves from Jacqueline's writhing fingers. The feel of her pantyhose stuck to her thighs and ass made her feel sheer and supple all over from her belly button down. Her opaque stockings hugged her knees defiantly and sent shivers from her toes up to her ass as she shifted her weight and wiggled her toes in the double nylon delight.

Letting instinct drive her, Alice's hands worked to pump her fingers deeper and faster into Jacqueline, as her body began to tremble more fiercely. Pressing a slick finger against Jacqueline's asshole, Alice merely stroked her little back button as her palm spread her cheeks wide with the long sensual strokes up and down inside the back of her stretch pants.

Matching Alice, stroke for stroke Jacqueline's hand found her own bottom plug and started playing with it as her fingers dove deep into the growing wetness that Alice was generating from her horny pussy. 

Both women were breathing heavy, and a light sheen of sweat had formed on their brows as four hands pumped and stroked, probed and pressed against four eager holes that sucked and pulsed, flexed and spasmed with the attention of being masturbated.

Looking into Jacqueline's face, Alice could tell she was about to have an orgasm. Her eyebrows furrowed out of control, her eyes half shut in ecstasy as they looked longingly at Alice. Her breathing was violent, like she'd suddenly been dipped in ice water, and her entire body flexed, hunched over as Alice continued to feather the G-spot inside her pussy. 

"Oh god!" she whimpered, trying her best to be quiet as the pleasure slammed into her. Her mouth was a silent scream, as she thrust her entire body down onto Alice's hand that continued to stroke and pleasure Jacqueline's womanhood from inside.

Holding her close, their bodies hot and writhing, Alice reveled in the pleasure she'd just given and wondered if this was Jacqueline's first time having cum.

Laughing in disbelief shivering with delight, Jacqueline replied, "Oh my God, I've never experienced anything like that, Alice. I want to please you now.. I want you to feel that too."

Christ, she didn't even know it was called cumming? Alice thought. Had she just deflowered a closet virgin lesbian in her imagination?

Alice was unable to think much about it as Jacqueline's fingers began to work in and out with driven purpose. "Here, let me show you something else," Alice said, the expert mentor now to her brunette savior/novice. Removing her hands from Jacqueline's stretch pants and wiggling the hand pressing against her pussy through the front of her pantyhose, Alice worked Jacqueline's thumb up to her clit and began guiding her hand to pump in and out while her thumb pushed on her clit and stroked her drenched pussy lips.

"Oh, that's so nice Jackie," Alice said, as she put her head on Jacqueline's shoulder while her own orgasm continued to build. Sliding her hands back down, Alice pulled down Jacqueline's crotch soaked stretch pants and began fingering her clit with strong strokes that brought instant results from the horny, soaked adventurer in the form of more whimpering noises, as her body trembled.

A few more moments passed as they stood there, long demure soft and silky legs parted with hands pumping furiously back and forth. The only sound was their quiet panting and the slick sound of skin on oiled skin being rubbed feverishly. 

Alice could feel her orgasm approaching and her breathing came as quick gasps. Jacqueline's clit was as hard as a diamond and her hips were grinding with force against Alice's hand as she begged to cum through her clit.

"Jackie, you're going to make me cum," Alice said, as she was sure Jacqueline could see from the expression on her face. With one hand on Jacqueline's clit rubbing with abandon, Alice grabbed Jacqueline's hand that was three fingers deep in her pussy, with a thumb about ready to make her clit explode, and forced it against her crotch as hard as she could, while her body rocked with the fury of cumming.

Doing her best to remember there was a giant in the castle, Alice used every ounce of strength she had to be quite in the pantry amid an army of watchful spice sentinels, as her pussy opened up and puckered over and over with the exuberance of her orgasm. Her clit was so fucking sensitive she nearly leapt off Jacqueline's hand, only to notice that Jacqueline was cumming again too and pinching her legs together from the playful stroking Alice was giving her that sent sparks flying through her sensitive pussy.

After a few more loving seconds, as the shattering waves of pleasure began to ebb, Alice pulled her hands free, mashed against Jacqueline's body, and planted her lips against Jacqueline's mouth in a thankful and forceful kiss that sealed their union. Still breathing in gasps, Jacqueline's legs were still visibly shaken as they kissed. Looking at Jacqueline, Alice could see her laughing slightly in the dim interior of the pantry cabinet.

"What are you laughing at?" Alice asked, starting to giggle herself a bit.

"I... I've never felt that kind of pleasure...ever. That was so incredible, it makes me want to do that forever vice worrying about how the hell I'll get out of this castle," Jacqueline replied still shivering lightly and gently petting her pussy as the last waves of pleasure passed.

Pulling up her oily pantyhose snug against her very satisfied crotch, Alice looked up under her eyebrows at Jacqueline and replied, "Tell me about it... who needs to find a freaking harp? We could just do this all day," Alice said playfully as she started to button up her blouse and vest. 

Looking at Jacqueline, all the humor had drained from her face and she stood there with a puzzled look on her face, as if something beyond comprehension had just happened.

"How did you know about the harp?" was all Jackie said.

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Going to the cabinet door, Jacqueline looked out to see if Olaf were nearby. Not seeing him she returned to the backroom where Alice was sitting patiently near the glowing yellow stick/torch. Breaking out a small meal of bread and dried meat from a nearby cloth wrapped bundle, Jacqueline sat down across from Alice and began telling her tale.

"I've been here for what I think has been two weeks," she started with a meek look on her face. "My family owns a farm on the plains of Wonderland, and as long as I can remember, my father and mother have worked the land for the crops and livestock it supports. About a year ago, a traveler was down on his luck and said that if we showed him kindness with food and a place to sleep, he would gift our family with riches beyond comprehension. Being good people, my father brought the man in and gave him stew and a pallet to rest on for the night. The next morning the man fed our goose three kernels of golden corn and said that in a week's time the goose would be able to lay golden eggs and our family would never need to want for money again. True to his word the goose began to lay golden eggs and my family became extremely wealthy in just a few months. We amassed so much gold my parents no longer cared about farming or herding livestock and let the land go untended and sold all but a few animals to other farmers."