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Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 01

By: LeopoldNicholas



Alice was bored; really really bored; so bored that even watching a fruit fly crawl across the heavy leaden stain glass window above Father Milliners head had become excitement personified. Every Sunday the whole college was forced to sit through this interminable service when there were a thousand better things for the eighteen to twenty one year old boys and girls to do. What was even worse was her clitoris was rock hard. Hard in a way that needed immediate attention from a finger at minimum and perhaps even the caress of the new compressed steam rabbit vibrator she had purchased before returning to college. She flexed her thighs together tightly and felt her stomach ripple as her swollen cunt lips exuded juice into the hopefully absorbent crotch of her white lace underwear. Her nose twitched a little and she glanced sideways to see if Irene White could smell her dripping too, but Rene was too busy imagining fucking the young nun apostolate opposite to bother with her friends infinitesimal squirting. 

Father Madison Milliner's sermon was reaching a peak. Having described in far too much detail for an innocent the nature of Deadly and Venial Sin, he had now progressed to the nature of Carnal Sin and with great passion began to list them in rote; sodomy, masturbation, fornication and incest being Alice's particular favorites and just by incantation making her gush three more times in quick succession before the service finally petered out in a cacophony of discordant singing.

Madison Milliner sat in the confessional box awaiting his first patron of the day. The morning service had been typically humdrum and even his pulsating sermon had fallen like so many pearls amongst the swinish occupants of the pews. He heard the heavy step approaching the carefully adapted box he always used and in readiness raised his cassock to his waist and unbuttoned the fly of his black woolen trousers. The door to the small enclosure opened then closed and a large erect penis was inserted through the peephole just in front of his face.

"Forgive me father I have sinned and it has been ten days since my last confession."

Madison's tongue rolled around the mushroom head eagerly.

"I have had numerous wicked thoughts, have lied and cheated and worst of all fucked one of the senior boys ass deeply and unlubricated."

The whole head disappeared into Madison's mouth as he began rolling his lips up and down the shaft.

"I have been masturbating twice a day and smearing the seed on the nuns toilet seat."

Madison reached down and began pumping his own hardness unmercifully.

"Whilst you gave your sermon earlier I leant forward and put my hand down another boys' trousers and fingered his tight asshole."

The priest gurgled as his throat was filled with delicious salty hot discharge. Being a noble soul he drank every drop with divine fortitude then licked the flagging erection quite clean and sat back in contentment.

"I absolve you of your sins my son, say four hail Marys and come back for a repeat cleansing of your wicked spirit within the week."

He watched sadly as the cock withdrew from its collar of purgatory and the now forgiven parishioner left the sanctuary of delight. Smacking his lips gleefully Madison filled himself with sanctimonious thought. He loved these all college confessional days.

"Next!"

The door opened and closed once more and a slightly smaller younger member appeared in view. 

Alice walked back to the dormitory with Rene's hand clasped firmly in hers. Her body was still pulsing from the orgasms that had racked her abdomen a few minutes before and her thighs were still damp from the overflow of juice her panties couldn't absorb. Rene would be quite happy to lick her clean, The girls tongue was extraordinarily long and would reach quite deep enough to make sure even the urethra was nice and fresh.

"Please Alice can we watch the canings?"

Alice was inclined to ignore Irene's whining. More important things were on her mind.

Pretty please Alice. I promise I will make it up to you."

Alice stopped, pulled Irene really close and grabbed a handful of her hair.

"And how pray are you going to do that Rene? You had better have some very good plan because I need a tongue fucking yesterday!"

"How's about if I get young Felicia to join us for an hour or too?"

Irene smiled very wickedly as she spoke and just the twinkle in her eyes was enough to hook Alice straight away.

"She is really good at rimming you know!"

"Ok, enough already. We can watch the little bitches get flogged first. Just make sure you deliver what you promised. Damn I need to pee so fucking bad."

Alice looked around the square. No one was close enough to bother about. She quickly pulled the plaid skirt she was wearing up round her waist and pulling the crotch of her white lace panties to one side squatted on the gravel path. The joyfully released urine hit the crushed rock hard then began to run in a thin stream back down the slope towards the chapel. Irene giggled, bent forward and ran her fingers along Alice's wet crack before sucking on them hungrily.

"You fucking beautiful filthy whore."

The admiration in Alice's voice was genuine.

"Why thank you Miss Alice."

Irene bobbed a mock curtsey as Alice stamped her feet and readjusted the crotch of her panties.

When Alice and Irene reached the quadrangle Sister August already had the two girls standing on the punishment platform. 

"The perverted old crow is in a real stinker, this should be good!"

Alice looked at Irene questioningly. Certainly she had a great affinity to the tableau of discipline that was about to play before their eyes but found Irene's eagerness to witness the punishment slightly bizarre. The girl after all was at heart a masochist and should have felt deprived off any real experience by just observing.

"I really hate that stupid girl Octavia. She had the nerve to wear the same costume as me to the hunt ball. It has taken me all these months to get my revenge."

The explanation made Alice smile. Only a half wit like Irene would consider wasting her time laying such an intricate plot for something that was really of no consequence. Both the girls were equally high on the whore scale and neither had their dresses below their thighs for half an hour that evening. To her certain knowledge at least fifteen girls had to visit the local abortionist in the few weeks following the ball and if Irene and Octavia weren't in that number Alice was very surprised. 

"Lift the hems of your skirts girls!"

Sister August was flexing the wickedly knotted cane between her hands as she spoke. 

"Higher now. Surely your shame doesn't include showing your asses to the world?"

Octavia and Gwen had their skirts raised to their waists and the plump form of their buttocks made Alice feel quite clammy around her pubes.

"Bend over and put your hands on your knees!"

The Sisters broad Irish brogue grated on Alice's ear. 

"Fucking Irish peat bog bitch."

Alice realized she spoken out loud as Irene nudged her in the ribs.

"Did you say something Alice Wonderland?"

"Saying a prayer for the girl's salvation Sister."

Sister August considered continuing the conversation with Alice but decided her present occupation was far more stimulating. She had moved so she was standing directly behind the two girls and was looking from one to the other inspecting their twin pleasure holes. 

"Spread your thighs a little. Give my cane a good target!"

Gwen and Octavia shuffled their feet apart a little and Sister August sighed audibly. Octavia's assbud and cunt had been perfectly shaved but Gwen still had a fine layer of blonde hair from her tight ass to her pubic bone. Gwen's pussy lips were swollen and Sister August could see a trace of glistening moisture on the interior lips.

"Turn to face each other and put your hands on the others shoulders. Come along girls its hardly the first time you have done this!"

The two girls adopted the position and braced themselves for the onslaught. The first forearm slash caught Gwen by surprise and she yelped loudly. 

"Shot up Gwendolyn. Take your punishment with some dignity."

The first backhand landed on Octavia's rump as if to emphasize dignity. Both girls mentally started the count. Punishment for ungodly lesbian behavior was five stripes. Four to go!

Gwendolyn managed to make it to the fourth stripe before she pissed herself. 

"You dirty little slut. Do you have no self control?"

Sister August's voice was shaking with excitement as she spoke and her own juices were flowing steadily down her inner thighs. Octavia just managed to orgasm silently, nobody might even have noticed if she wasn't inclined to squirt and had to let go three gushes as she did. 

"God bless you girls. Clean your selves up and sin no more."

Gwen and Octavia pushed down their skirt hems and using each other for leverage stood up. Applause on these occasions was not considered appropriate but a volley of coughs shot from the attending crowd showing sympathy and appreciation for the participant's good form. There would be no shortage of hands willing to ease the two girls pain that evening, stripes would be balmed and seeping orifices kissed glutinously. 

"Let's go Irene, I really do feel horny. You go get Felicia and meet me in my room. Think I am going to go score some coke!"

Alice found Irene and Felicia kissing passionately when she finally entered her room. The coke had been cheaper than she had expected and two lines had become four, which with a quick blow job to the dealer had become six. Her nostrils were burning and her eyes were having trouble adjusting to the bright college lighting but all in all she felt fucking rare! Throwing herself belly down onto the beanbag cushion on the floor she watched as the girls fondling became more and more frenetic.

Irene had her right hand jammed hard between Felicia's thighs and was pulling at the gray silk to get to the soaked cunt below. Felicia's hips ground against the probing fingers till at last a digit managed to drive deep into her waiting orifice causing a squeal of pleasure to escape her open mouth. Alice felt her juices starting to flow again and reaching back pushed her panties far enough down to enable her to comfortably spread her pussy lips with one hand and rub her hardening clit with the other. 

Fingers were just not cutting it, Alice needed more. Irene's mouth was busy sucking and biting at Felicia's distended dumbelled nipples and the spacey high from the cocaine wouldn't make face sitting the dirty little bitch easy so the new rabbit seemed obligatory. Reaching into the brown leather haversack decorated with gilt clockwork Alice found the thick long sex toy easily. The silver plated dildo had a delightfully shaped pistol grip that could also serve as an attachment to a strap-on harness but more importantly for Alice's present need the length flared in a series of protruding ribs that would oscillate deep inside her yearning vaginal canal.

The tip had barely touched her begging entry when Alice realized that Irene's sumptuous ass was within arms reach of her prone position. The light blue plaid skirt had ridden up sufficiently to show the mesmerizing cleft between her buttocks and a whisp of pubic hair was visibly dripping with fresh discharge. Alice concentrated on the pursing anal opening and extended her dildo loaded hand intending to thrust the wickedly thick tip directly into the dark core.

"Fuck!"

The slick implement slipped from Alice's hand and started to roll towards the freestanding looking glass placed carefully to give alternative views of any carnal activity. Alice crawled on her belly in pursuit, but the cylindrical quarry managed to remain just out of her grasp. The pursuit continued for several seconds till Alice suddenly realized that her body was being squeezed on all sides as if slithering through a small opening. 

"Damn that coke was good."

Her words echoed back to her as she suddenly found started falling through utter darkness.

Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 02



Alice landed hard, but not as hard as she had anticipated. The surface gave slightly, like an enormous vaginal sponge then sprung back to send her flying upwards again. Three times she bounced, each time her arms and legs flailing like a marionette until eventually she settled momentarily. 

"Oh no, fuck no!"

She realized she was sliding. The surface had seemed flat at first but now the slight decline was making her glide feet first to fuck knows where. Desperately digging with her black enameled fingernails she tried to gain purchase but the surface just seemed to pare away like the top layer of skin on a rice pudding. She knew she was in trouble when her feet felt pure air and sure enough she fell downwards again. This time the landing was really hard, solid enough to knock any breathe that might have remained in her gasping lungs totally away. Alice lay on her back and wondered if she would die.

"And who the hell are you?"

The voice came from above her and slightly to the left.

"Leaving your scratch marks all down my beautiful Amanita's skin. I was going to go for a walk today but now I will have to sit here a little longer till she heals."

The voice had a strange dreamy quality Alice couldn't quite identify.

"Do get up so I can see you. I would come over there but I have had a very difficult week."

Alice caught her wind and stumbled to her feet banging her head in the process on the underside of what appeared to be a huge open umbrella. The bump produced a cloud of particles that seemed to dance in the air around her head. Whatever the substance was it resulted in her having to resume a seated position with a wildly spinning head.

"Do be careful please. Those spores have medicinal qualities."

Alice allowed the hit to settle a little and managed to stand again by holding the edge of the umbrella for balance. Squinting her eyes to peer through the cloud of smoke that enveloped the center of the umbrellas dome she could just make out the figure of a squat old man sucking on a hookah pipe.

"Hello. My name is Alice."

She spoke very slowly and loudly assuming that his age would make him a little deaf.

"I can hear perfectly well when I choose to listen you know. My senses are catlike."

As he said catlike the old man looked warily left and right.

"Never know who might be listening to idle conversations."

"Where am I?"

Alice tried to ignore the more surreal remarks to get some clarification of her situation.

"Standing under my mushroom is where you are stupid child! More importantly where am I?"

Alice stooped just enough to look closely at the umbrella. Sure enough it was a huge fungus with a white stem and a bright red head.

"Can you please tell me where I am sir?"

"You look hungry. You can have a nibble if you like."

Alice looked at the old man quizzically. It wasn't the first time she had received that offer and the consequences had usually been entertaining.

"You sure its safe to eat. Some of these fungi are dangerous."

"My dear Alice this is a truly magic mushroom. You will find the result of one bite totally satisfying for all your hunger."

Alice made a snap decision and took an enormous bite. The flavor was strangely familiar; a little salty but at the same time sweet with just a hint of sliminess on the tongue. 

"Tastes a bit like cum!"

She masticated steadily as the old man slowly dissolved to nothing then reappeared as a hundred rainbow colored jelly tots.

"That hurts!"

Alice awoke to a sharp stabbing pain in the entrance to her rectum. She was bent over a low fence with her wrists tied loosely to the opposite side. The pain came again but this time didn't stop till she felt herself totally impaled.

"You see that's the way it needs to be done stupid." 

The voice was squeaky and very odd.

"I would have got it in if you given me time. You never let me finish."

Alice felt the penetrating organ withdrawn hurriedly and the sounds of a violent scuffle started to her rear.

"Idiot."

"Moron."

"Guttersnipe."

Dog turd."

Alice quickly managed to escape the loose bindings and fists raised threateningly in tight balls turned to face her buggers. 

"Your nothing but perverted midgets!"

The two antagonists stopped brawling long enough to scream in unison.

"We are not midgets. We are little people!"

Alice was struck dumb. The vindictiveness of the response to her very politically incorrect remark shamed her considerably.

"Little people have feelings too you know."

The two spoke so precisely together it sounded almost like an old stereo steam gramophone recording.

"I am sorry but you were fucking my ass a moment ago. I do have some right to be angry."

"What? Midget fucking isn't good enough for the likes of you I suppose?"

This time only the one on the right spoke but the other now obviously identical twin nodded vigorously in total agreement.

"I didn't mean that at all. You have as much right to fuck my ass as any one else."

The twins grinned mischievously.

"I didn't mean that either. I meant that if I did get fucked in the ass you two would be as welcome as anyone else."

The grins took a decidedly evil twist.

"I didn't mean that either."

Alice was now standing with her hands on her hips and stamping her feet to add weight to her statements.

"Real fisherman's wife isn't she brother."

"Decidedly so brother even if I thought so first."

"You thought so first? You always make out your so much cleverer than me!"

The two brothers started to circle each other nose to nose.

"Do you two fight about everything?"

"Of course we do!"

Again came the stereo response.

"Its silly. You should be supporting each other not arguing all the time."

The two combatants stopped circling and stood arms folded in front of their chest staring at Alice with renewed interest.

"That's what the Hatter says."

"The who?"

"The Hatter of course you silly girl. Everyone in Wonderland knows the Hatter."

"Well I don't know him and don't really care too. I just want to find my way out of this druggy dream I am in. All I wanted was a good fucking and somehow ended up here."

"Well why didn't you say. Allow us to introduce ourselves."

The small person on the left unfastened his pants and exposed a cock so huge it made Alice's chin drop.

"This is Tweedledee."

The small person on the right exposed an equally swollen and magnificent member.

"This is Tweedledum."

Alice dropped to her knees in a prayer of thanks. Taking Tweedledee between her lips she motioned Tweedledum to proceed to her rear.

Alice had experience many things in her nineteen years but this was her first spit roasting. Tweedledee and Tweedledum had that strange connection that only identical twins truly have, they knew exactly what to do and when to do it to be in natural concert; Alice's throat and cervix were pounded in perfect synchronicity. She came very quickly but the boys didn't even miss a thrust. She squirted heavily and still she was ploughed unmercifully. Finally she pissed and that at least caused Tweedledum to withdraw from her cunt just long enough to transfer his enormous appendage directly into her unprepared asshole. Alice winced momentarily and her teeth closed a little too passionately on Tweedledee's shaft. He gave out a yelp and slapped her on the top of the head which of course cause a repeat of the unfortunate incident.

"Damnation that smarts; Time for DP!"

Alice found herself being pulled on top of Tweedledee and not wishing to seem uncooperative straddled his beautiful cock with great eagerness. Tweedledum pushed her to a prone position and reinserted himself deep in her anal canal.

"OHHH fuck yes!"

Alice creamed immediately and just couldn't stop. Every thrust into her bowel pushed her hard onto the rod embedded deeply in her vagina causing an ever growing crescendo of climaxes. Tweedledum was cumming, Tweedledee was cumming and Alice awaited the explosion of two simultaneous hot wads deep in her twin holes to send her crashing to the climax to end all climaxes. 

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."

Alice screamed in ecstasy then passed out in the middle of a breathless midget sandwich.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 03



Alice awoke slowly. She was still laying on her belly but the two oddly named midgets were nowhere to be seen. Wondering if perhaps the whole episode had simply been a hallucination from the effects of the magic mushroom she reached back to check her ass. The sphincter was gaping wide and secreting viscous lubricant. 

"You don't need to check you know. You definitely got well and truly ass fucked!"

The muffled voice seemed to come from somewhere on the same level as her but a quick glance around confirmed she appeared to be completely alone.

"You wont be able to see me while your laying on your stomach stupid!"

Alice peering around again, more slowly this time and with as much concentration as her befuddled mind would allow.

"Roll over so I can move my lips a little easier stupid!"

Alice rolled onto her back and forced herself to sit upright. She heard the voice again but this time the words were incoherently garbled.

"I cant make out a word your saying and I am NOT stupid!"

As if in response she produced the loudest pussy fart she had ever let rip. Quickly she parted her thighs and felt to check for possible fall out. 

"Thank heavens I can breathe again. That semen was chocking me."

Alice stared down to confirm what her hand had messaged. Her pussy was surrounded by a thick coat of marmalade colored hair doused with midget cum.

"But I had a wax three days ago. My pubes don't grow that fast."

"And its no fun having my hair torn off I can tell you missy."

It dawned on Alice she was holding a conversation with her own very coherent cunt. "My pubes have never been that color before! Except perhaps when I am a little early and don't catch things in time."

"Don't even go there! You have no idea what its like having a gag inserted in your mouth for days on end."

Alice giggled.

"Actually I do. Well maybe not for days, but for hours certainly. Its quite liberating."

Her pussy parted its lips and yawned widely as if bored. Alice was amazed by how wide it could stretch all on its own.

"You need to go and see the Queen."

"Which Queen is that? I don't know any Queens."

"The Red Queen, you will find her watching the cricket match. It's the big game today! Put your panties back on and follow the path to the edge of the green."

Alice reached to the side to retrieve her white lace panties and slipped them over her ankles.

"Well you could pet me a little first!"

"Just a little then, but no biting you hear!"

Alice laid back and reaching down began to gently massage her clit.

"Ohhh yes, that's just the spot. Just a little harder please."

She pressed a little harder against her nub and was rewarded with a slight gush of lubricant from her conversational friends throat.

"That's so good, but I have an itch a little deeper if you could manage to reach."

Alice obligingly slid a finger down marmalades throat and stroked its urethra.

"Mmmmm, you got the spot now. I think, I am sure, ahhhhhhh."

A thin arc of golden liquid squirted perfectly from the marmalade monsters open cavity to land between Alice's gaped knees.

"That should keep you content for a few."

"Just for a litt........"

The marmalade hair retreated back into the follicles from whence it had extruded so suddenly and Alice was rewarded with the view of her perfectly bare pubes once more. Her panties replaced, she straightened and dusted down her plaid skirt and white blouse; if she was about to meet a Queen she had better look partially respectable. Finally she pulled her white knee socks as high as was possible and rubbed her black stiletto shoes on the back of the opposite calves. The path stretched as far as she could see before disappearing over the horizon but Alice always listened to what her cunt had to say and stepped out with a purpose. 

The green was much closer than seemed possible. Alice had been walking for barely a minute when the white chained oval appeared ahead. The game was in full swing, with the ladies team fielding and the means team at bat. Alice had watched a lot of cricket. Her father was a member of the Marlborough Cricket Club and she had spent many a happy afternoon at Lords during the summer holidays. She specially liked attending the big games when the professional players were taking part. They were the most interesting people, coal miners, factory workers and the like. Quite the nastiest fuckers she had ever experienced. Recently she had taken on the two premier bowlers in the country one after the other and was pleased to say that they performed magnificently on and off the pitch.

The closer Alice studied the game the queerer it got. The female side comprised of eleven of the strangest women Alice had seen, they wore wigs of the most vivid hues and make up that was more suited to Kabuki Theater than a sporting event. Their team apparel was a mix of very short flared skirts and flouncy blouses with platform shoes far too high for any athletic movements. How the bowlers managed to take a run up at all was a miracle. The men standing at each popping crease had far more traditional attire except it seemed to be made of some kind of silver lame and glittered at every movement. This caused the umpires, two rather elderly gentlemen with heavy gabardine raincoats cinched tightly at the waist to continually ask for the side screens to be moved. Alice could so no purpose to this as the screens at both ends had been painted in a varied array of rainbow stripes as opposed to the generally accepted white.

"And who the fuck are you?"

Alice turned to find herself face to face with the Red Queen.

"Plain as a pikestaff and dressed like a common shop girl. Give her a plug!"

The Queen and her entourage walked past Alice heading for the tea tent and she was left standing with three very obese guards, two carrying long sharp poleaxes, the third a very large rainbow colored anal plug.

"Bend over and lets get this in place!"

"What do you mean? I am not wearing that."

"Queenie says your to be plugged then plugged you are. We are all plugged. Everyone in Wonderland is plugged. Show her girls."

All three guards bent over slightly at the waist pulling up their uniform chiffon layered miniskirts to expose their anal accoutrements for Alice's inspection.

"But their enormous. Isn't it uncomfortable being stretched so wide?"

Enormous? Silly thing, these are our walking models, our stay at home ones are much bigger."

"OH god yes. They are just dreamy big, makes me squelch just to imagine. Pushing in, twisting, making my knees tremble."

"Shut up Carmen. You will quite make me faint away if you keep on so!"

Alice stood back a little and just listened to the guards gossip. It almost seemed like they had forgotten her completely.

"You remember those really big red patent plugs Queenie got from China. A nice extra wide bulb fitted with a vibrating center?"

"Oh darling Miranda they were divine. I wore mine day and night. Day and night I let it seat itself my dear, without a qualm. I ended up with a sphincter large enough to take a Nubian giant!" Alice continued to slowly edged backwards one small step at a time.

"Find a real life Nubian giant here in Wonderland? Please let me find one soon. Hard enough to find a big black dildo that hasn't been wore out!"

Alice took a quick side step and was in the tea tent.

The Red and White Queens were arguing, imagine!

"You can't expect people to be courteous when they don't have a good sized plug inserted!"

Alice heard the Red Queens obviously Halifax accent high above the general commotion.

"Reminds the peasants constantly they are anally bound to be dutiful and respectful to their Sovereign!"

"But sister dear, it's just not practical. My poor horse guard had to spend days in the infirmary when theirs disappeared completely after a particularly strenuous gallop."

"Pancakes to your horse guard problems is all I can say. You ought to favor pony girls like Me. Far more sensible speed and the view is so much better from the carriage. Those horse tail bejeweled plugs are divine."

Alice was confused. The Red Queens gravelly accent was nothing like the White Queens quite perfect diction, yet they were sisters? She decided to make a few polite inquiries.

"Excuse me miss."

She was surprised when the miss turned and sported a mustache and goatee.

"The two Queens are really sisters?"

"Of course they are. We are all sisters here dear. Now tell me who designed your make up?"

"I designed it myself I suppose. Well no actually in truth my face did. Just followed the natural contours and shading with a little exaggeration here and there."

"Really? How fascinating. I paid a small fortune in molly to my designer and I really don't think she caught the full concept. Musketeer chique is what I called it. My name is D'Artinyon Poute whats yours?"

"Alice, my name is Alice Wonderland."

"Wonderland? Don't let the Red Queen know that whatever you do. She will stretch your ass till it looks like shredded suet."

Thank you D'Artinyon."

"Just call me Dart, everyone does. Let's go to the ladies and powder our noses." 

The powder room was at the back of the pavilion and was nothing like Alice imagined.

"Dart can I ask you a question."

D'Artinyon was standing in front of one of the porcelain urinals legs apart and raising the front of her lace skirt.

"Do all the ladies here pee like you?"

"Well Alice what a strange question. Of course they do."

Dart gave a happy sigh as she let go a good long stream of urine. Alice decide that she had better follow suit and positioned herself as close to the adjacent bowl as possible, pulled her panties to one side and let go. Glancing casually sideways she was rather taken aback to see Dart holding what appeared to be a penis shaped clitoris.

"Dart can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course Alice, we are the best of chums."

"You have a very large clitoris for a girl."

"Well thank you for saying, but actually it's quite small by comparison to most."



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 04



The White Queen was worried, the tea interval had arrived and her team was losing badly. To make matters worse her sister had quite obviously put the fix in with the umpires and every close call was going against her. 

"I really thought you were going to play fair Redgina. This game is far to important for shenanigans."

"I don't know what you're implying. The better team is just triumphing through skill Blanche, you need to accept the inevitable and concede now so we can all enjoy the tea and cucumber sandwiches at our leisure."

Blanche didn't bother to respond. When Redgina had agreed to settle the disagreement with a cricket match rather than the usual mortal combat she had seen it as an opportunity to move court politics into the twentieth century. As usual the result had proved more important to her sister than the manner by which it was achieved and Blanche's good intensions again proved to be her biggest weakness.

"The games over Alice, the Red Queen won as usual!"

Dart seemed quite content with the news.

"But there is still a whole session to play; the White Queens team has a chance to save the match from the fire."

"The umpires have pulled stumps; it's defeat as always. Poor Blanche always gets beaten."

"That's really too bad. I was looking forward to seeing some more action."

"Action? Who are YOU to want action?"

Alice recognized the voice and turned quickly to curtsey to the Red Queen.

"I was just hoping to see some more play Ma'am."

"More play indeed. Didn't I instruct you to get plugged? Captain of the guard, plug this creature immediately."

The three obese guards managed to elbow their way through the tea throng to where the Queen and Alice were standing.

"She escaped your Majesty. Threatened us with physical violence then ran like the wind. We searched endlessly, looked in every nook and cranny but she must have been hidden by undesirables or worse. Poor Carmen broke a heel looking and I lost an eyelash." 

Carmen leant forward and whispered far too loudly.

"It's the L.A.B.I.A your Majesty. It's always the L.A.B.I.A!"

Alice suddenly realized that the Queen was staring straight at her breasts. 

"Those are really very well made, they almost look real."

"Look real? Of course they look real."

The Queen reached out with both hands and squeezed Alice's tits hard.

"She's a cow!"

The pavilion went deathly silent and every head turned to stare evilly in Alice's direction.

"She has udders, take this creature to the dairy!"

Carmen grabbed Alice's arm tightly in an attempt to lead her away. 

"Take you filthy bitch hands off me."

Alice punched Carmen hard on the nose and tried to make her escape then realized she was falling.

Alice tried opening her eyes slowly. Something felt very odd about her position and whatever substance was all over her face made vision difficult and unfocused. 

"The cow is waking up Dan. Turn on the pump."

"GHight, Goo GHight, Gant Gee GnyGhing."

She tried to speak but was finding it hard to move her mouth or tongue and the words came out garbled into a string of G's. The sudden hard pull on her nipples made her gasp from a spot somewhere between shock and ecstasy. The jizz that had semi blinded her was dribbling down, dripping off her nose and seeping into her open mouth. It tasted cold and slimy like tapioca pudding.

"More suction Dan."

The pull on her nipples amplified and started to pulse. 

"Guck, Guck, GUCK."

Alice couldn't help it , she just had to squirt.

"The stupid cow is pissing herself now."

Alice felt the very sharp slap of a palm against her right buttock. The shock sent another gush arcing from her cunt.

"See if it needs protein!" 

The voice was really starting to irritate Alice. Sounded just like the old man who used to put a hand up her skirt on the monkey bars. 

"Yessssss, needs more protein."

The second voice came from right in front of her and squinting her eyes she made out the design of an off white trouser waist band. The hooks keeping her mouth wide open and the metal tongue depressor were starting to be bothersome. Another hard spank made her ass jiggle like gelatin. 

"Protein delivery extruding!"

Alice took the enormous wad of fresh semen full on the esophagus and started to choke.

"Clearing airways."

The hot rod filled her mouth to bursting and she gagged as it delved deeply.

"She's a really nasty little fucker, massaging my helmet with her throat."

Alice was amazed to feel the prick in her mouth start to jerk again.

"Second protein injection being dispatched."

Wherever she was this diet was very much to her liking. She swallowed ardently and was pleased that this time she didn't choke or even gag but successfully stomached every delicious drop.

"Rinsing."

The body in front of her stepped back and let a stream of very salty urine play into her fully stretched mouth. Alice wasn't used to quite as close a proximity of piss play but gamely managed to drink as much as she could before it cascaded over her bottom lip to the floor below. 

"Good job cow!"

The compliment was accompanied by another very hard slap on her buttocks which only managed to produce another thigh trembling squirt from her seemingly unending supply. Looking downwards she watched in fascination as the tubes attached to her nipples danced in rhythm to the pumps audible piston stroke and a miniscule amount of milk was produced at each weaning. The milk descended in droplets down the clear flexible tubing to be collected in a graduated glass jar. 

"Dan, this cow doesn't have a plug fitted. Probably needs a good clean out."

"You going to use the hose or do it the old fashioned way Pete?"

"What do you think?"

The remark was followed by the dirtiest laugh Alice had ever heard in her life and thereafter by the sudden but familiar sensation of her ass bud being stretched wide by a huge penetrating phallus.

"Gucking Gell!"

"The cow appreciates your consideration Pete."

Pete answered by burying the rest of his nine inch thick member completely. Alice felt as if her eyes would pop completely out of their sockets and the cheeks of her poor beleaguered ass never meet again. Sure enough milk production doubled with every plundering stroke till a steady stream had filled the measuring jar to overflowing. 

Alice had found the afternoon very fulfilling. Pete and Dan had both buggered her unmercifully in between making sure her protein diet was well above average; she was feeling quite sated. Her tits were beginning to produce milk very freely and the slightest penetration of any orifice caused a remarkably consistent flow. The suction tubes had extended her nipples considerably and she wondered how any brassiere or top was ever going to disguise their new length and thickness but actually the thought of walking around with permanent tuning knobs marking the center of her twin orbs was quite stimulating.

"Dan, Its time to knock off work for the night!"

Pete had just pulled his cock out of Alice's ass for the eighth time and was standing letting her clean his helmet with her throat muscles.

"Fair enough Pete, I am just going to put this last load of gold top in the churn and then off we toddle."

Pete retracted himself from Alice's mouth with a pop and reaching down released the suction tubes from her breasts. 

"I need to plug her for the night."

Alice felt the tip of the plug press against her already gaping assbud and was amazed it didn't just slip straight in.

"She's still a bit tight!"

"Guck, Guck, GUCK!"

The plug seemed huge. Alice could only imagine the size by the stretch of her poor tattered sphincter that never ever felt this open before. Pete finally got the bulb inserted and her ring muscle contracted just enough to hold the monster in place. Pete tapped the base to make sure it was secure and chuckled when she squirted hard again. 

"This one is like a fractured dam. Liquid just pours out of her at every opportunity."

Alice heard the two men's footsteps disappearing away to her left and then suddenly it was pitch dark.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 05



Alice must have fallen asleep quite quickly. She had no recollection of anything after the lights went out and awoke alert and ready for more plundering.

"Glease Gurn Ghe Gights Gone."

Her tongue was feeling a little sore from the constant pressure of the depressor but she was sure a good soaking in piss would cure any problem.

"Gan, Gete, Gis Gat Goo?"

Alice became aware of three monocular green eyes staring at her from the blackness.

"Ghose Gat?"

"SSSSSSShhhhhhhhhh."

The green ones crept a little closer and something told her it wasn't Dan or Pete.

"Find the emergency lights Celia."

"Right on Comrade Hatter!"

"Guard the entrance Doreen."

Alice could hear the pensive tapping of a toe on the cement floor.

"Doreen, guard the entrance!"

The voice was a little aggravated this time, but still no response.

"DOREEN!'

"What? Yes! I heard! What did you say?"

"Guard the entrance Doreen and PLEASE stay awake!"

"I don't know what you mean. I am always alert and rea......."

"She's out again Comrade Hatter."

"Damn, damn, damn."

The yellow emergency lights slowly started to heat up and Alice studied her new companions carefully in the expanding sulfur glow. Hatter was easy to identify. The large feather festooned urban camouflage topper on his head shouted his name! Doreen was laying in a fetal position a few feet away snoring contentedly. Celia was dressed in a pair of leather pants held up with racy red suspenders, a floral pair of Doc Martins and cut off tee shirt displaying massively bulging biceps. Interestingly she also wore a huge strap-on dildo on the outside of her pants. Celia and Hatter had removed their night vision goggles and were inspecting Alice with great attention.

"Nice form."

Celia wandered around behind Alice's back.

"Very nice form!"

Hatter was prodding Doreen with the toe of his right red and beige spectator shoe. She just mumbled a little but didn't seem to be inclined to respond.

'I told you we shouldn't have bought her Comrade Hatter!"

"Doreen is an intricate part of the L.A.B.I.A. organization. Where we go she goes."

Doreen responded by farting loudly and rolling onto her other side.

"Gan Goo Get Ghis Gout!"

"Oh poor dear, she a retard."

Celia patted Alice on the top of the head as she spoke.

"Got Ga GeGard!"

"There there dear, calm down."

"Take the tongue depressor out of her mouth Celia."

"Oh yes I see."

Celia giggled like a silly school girl then quickly pulling herself together looked all butch again. The depressor released easily and the Celia removed the hooks holding Alice's nostrils flared as well. 

"About fucking time."

"Well that's gratitude for you bitch!"

"Celia be quiet. The poor cow is obviously in a state of shock."

Hatter was now kicking the still sleeping Doreen hard in the ribs.

"Yes Comrade Hatter, Sorry Comrade Hatter."

Alice was disgusted how much of a kiss-ass Celia was turning out to be.

"WHAT are you doing?"

Celia had disappeared behind Alice's back again and something cold and sausage like was sliding up and down between her inner thighs.

"The cows wearing a Mark 5 plug!"

The Hatter stopped kicking Doreen for a moment then clapped his hands together wildly in applause. 

"Pete and Dan may work for the Red Queen but props for their know how when it comes to stretching assholes!"

Hatter moved towards Alice with a gait that could at best be described as eccentric, each step minced so carefully that either his purple and gold platform boots were way too tight or his underwear was chaffing badly.

"Poor thing."

Alice really didn't like being patted on the head like a spazz! Hatter had started gyrating his hips and doing little knee dips.

"Do you have a wedgie?"

Alice knew it was rude to ask but the suspense was driving her crazy.

"Oh you had to go there didn't you!"

Celia's voice seemed so full of sorrow that Alice forgave the sudden intrusion of the strap-on between her cunt lips as it started to penetrate her vulva. The Hatters eyes filled with tears as he chocked back some deep emotion.

"Let it out Comrade Hatter, for mercies sake let it out."

The strap-on was lodged happily in Alice's cervix and knocking hopefully at the entry to her womb. 

"Expose the evil Comrade Hatter. Show her the precious ring of power!"

Doreen let out an ear shattering fart and scared herself awake.

"Whats happening? Why do my ribs hurt? Whats that terrible smell? Did I wake up in the wrong book?"

With trembling hands Hatter let his trouser flap drop and with the sound of pealing stainless steel released the Jabberwocky. 

"My fucking god!"

Alice squirted harder than she had ever thought possible and expelled the strap-on with such force that Celia was propelled unceremoniously onto her ass. 

Eye to eye with the monster she felt utterly vulnerable to its penetrative stare but at the same time completely overwhelmed by its beauteous scaffolding. The stainless steel collar encircling the neck below the cyclops swollen velvet head twisted cork screw fashion down the long thick shaft to finally enclose the base with two complete girdles. The magnificent framework, twinkling seductively in the dancing light extended in two nooses that snugly surrounded and accented the delicious dangling plumbs of pleasure hanging like mesmerizing prizes for the lucky grazer. 

The Ring of Power! A Torc of magnificent proportions, barely able to pass its gauge through the monsters eye and reappearing seductively from the dorsal side of its glans, the ends completed by solid ball terminals so large and heavy it seemed impossible for the whole to still stand in the slightly upturned curvature required for total vaginal and anal stimulation. 

"That is fucking amazing! Rip me a new one, PLEASE, I am begging you!"

Alice was salivating like a whore in a dildo factory. Her stomach was churning with wave upon wave of per-orgasmic ripples just at the thought of being plundered so brutally and completely. Her tongue extended in an attempt to touch the object of her adoration and even from an inch away the dichotic interplay of the cold steel and burning flesh caused lubricating mucous to run in a seemingly unending stream down her thighs. 

"The cow has lost it Comrade Hatter."

Celia was obviously trying hard not to seem impressed with Hatters equipment.

"Its only a cock after all damn it!" 

The strap-on she was wearing seemed to shrivel with self debasing inadequacy. 

"Get the cow out of the restraints whilst we have time."

"FUCK ME FIRST, PLEASE!"

Escape was not on Alice's mind at all. 

"Doreen, give Celia a hand while I sour the milk."

Hatter minced over to the milk churn and with great gusto pissed into its cavernous neck. Alice watched as the steaming golden liquid arced its way to dilute but invigorate her extruded protein and was mesmerized by its pressure and quantity. 

"FUCK ME NOW!"

"The cow has definitely lost it!"

Finally released from the milking stool Alice attempted to stand unsupported and collapsed in a heap on the cement floor.

"Well help the poor cow Celia. You too Doreen, at least till we get her comfortably on the cart!"

Taking an arm each Celia and Doreen proceeded to drag Alice behind the Hatter as he led them through the dairy to eventually emerge into the early morning air. 

"Comrade Hatter the carts are missing."

"Obviously they are Celia. I told you those pony girls would wander off."

"Use the power of the ring Hatter!"

"Doreen, you know I can't use the rings power to overcome every obstacle. The Red Queen knows our every time I stroke it."

"Not if its done in the dark Comrade. Stroke it in my black depths."

Celia had turned her back, dropped her pants to her ankles and spread her ass cheeks wide exposing her pursing anal bud.

"NO! ME!"

Doreen was laying on her back with her feet either side of her ears, fingers parting the matted growth of her pubic hair.

"I asked first! FUCK ME!"

Alice could barely move but was fully prepared to overcome any difficulty to achieve penetration by the jabberwocky.

"No worries the ponies are coming now."

Alice, Celia and Doreen exclaimed bitterly in chorus. 

"Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!"

Alice liked ponies. Her daddy had given her one for her tenth birthday and it had been the best present ever. These ponies were much prettier than 'Roddy' had ever been. The lead trap pony was about twenty two, tall and slim and totally naked. The bit in her mouth was affixed with a black leather bridle that also held her golden mane in place. A nice breast girth kept the full orbs of her mammary glands perfectly separated and upright, the nipples decorated with ornate clips and rings. Dangling between her open thighs was a long tail of groomed blonde hair that extended from a large plug inserted deeply in her anus. 

The second cart was pulled by a dark haired beauty. Her bit was far harsher and pulled her lips into a permanent sardonic grin. Fine sliver chains connected rings surreptitiously placed in each nipple and through the lips of her inner labia. The ornate tail plug was obviously too loose as witnessed by the dark stains on her inner thighs. 

A third cart was drawn by three pony girls connected by a metal trace passing through large silver rings delicately placed in each of their clitorises. Their bits were very light, more like the type used with neck reigning steeds. The girls on the outside were blinkered over their exterior eye. Covering their body's between navel and tits were the most perfect leather bodices carefully studded in a seemingly random pattern that when viewed from the front could be recognized as spelling L.A.B.I.A.

Hatter patted the trio on their plumed heads and gave each a lump of sugar. Doreen took the reins of the blonde filly and Celia the black maned beauty after spending quite a few moments making sure her anal tail plug was correctly seated.

"The cow will ride with you Celia. Your pony is the strongest."

Celia smiled appreciatively at Hatters suggestion and beckoned Alice to her trap.

"But there's more room on your cart Hatter."

Alice was right of course and the trio of ponies could easily have managed the extra weight but Hatter was carefully appeasing Celia.

"Do what you are told cow or we will leave you to Pete and Dan's attentions."

Alice pondered for a moment. Another day with Dan and Pete didn't seem totally unappealing. Her ass and mouth had been fully utilized in a way that was unforgettable and more of the same treatment certainly wouldn't go amiss. Looking down she realized her nipples were producing milk at the mere thought and didn't fight Celia's eager tongue work retrieving the escaping protein as I ran in rivulets down her abdomen.

"No Hatter would much rather go with you thank you!"

Alice's real intention was of course to taste and hopefully feel the terrible jabberwocky dance wildly in her orifices.

"Better remove this plug before we go."

Celia gripped the base of the plug that so completely filled Alice's anal canal and with a twist pulled it out in one smooth movement.

"OHHHH FUCK!"

Alice squatted quickly and let her bladder and bowel empty fully with both immense pleasure and noise.

"Climb aboard cow, room for one more."

Celia positioned Alice across her thighs and as she sat directed the head of her strap-on into the newly freed asshole. Alice wiggled a little as the head passed the depth the plug had reached but found the length pleasantly stimulating.

"Walk on girls."

The Hatter slapped the rein ends against his ponies' buttocks and the procession started moving in earnest away from the dairy. The road was heavily cobbled and the two wheeled buggies bounced with every inch of progress.

"Fuck yes!" 

Alice started to climax immediately and wouldn't stop for several hours.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 06



O'Hare's Irish Tea Rooms was a popular stop on the road to Dinglebury. The vivid green frontage shouted the ethnicity of both the owner and the fare.

Time for Tea!"

The Hatter made no apologies for the stop. Tea was a necessary part of his existence, as vital as his other two main occupations, breathing and buggery.

"Do they serve coffee?"

Hatter looked at Alice with a disdainful sneer.

"We are in Wonderland not some fucking third world country!"

Alice felt suitably admonished and decided to keep her socially disparaging preferences to herself.

"I do really like tea."

"Indian or China?"

Doreen had fallen off of her buggy hard enough to wake up momentarily.

"Well either I suppose."

"Green or Black?"

Celia couldn't resist adding to Alice's obvious feelings of discomfort.

"I just like it with lots of sugar and ice."

"Ice? ICE? Who the bejesus is that ignorant colleen?" Patrick O'Hare stood three foot two in his best stepping shoes. Dressed from head to foot in forty shades of green he was remarkable only in the fact that his skin was as black as coal dust.

"No one in my establishment will get ice with their tea. If a hot strong brew isn't good enough for your kind there's no seats available!"

"Sorry Patrick she is still a little tipped. They had her in the Red Queens dairy."

"Oh it's a cow she is! Why didn't you say Hatter my deario."

"I am not a cow! Stop calling me a cow!"

Alice was feeling very put upon.

"Oh your definitely a cow!"

Celia reached around from behind and squeezed Alice's elongated nipples very hard. Sure enough a steady stream of milk shot out to everyone's amusement. Alice orgasmed hard and automatically bounced three times on Celia's strap-on for good measure producing a nice squirt of estrogen loaded liqueur. 

"Spicy little tart isn't she! Come in you all we just made fresh soda bread."

Alice struggled to her feet, her ass releasing Celia's strap-on with a resounding smack.

"Oh fuck not again!"

Alice squatted quickly and with claps of accompanying thunder evacuated totally.

"Bucket of water to the front pronto Mary. There's a pile of shit the height of Dinglebury Peak."

The interior was crowded, so full that when Hatter opened the door three Rugby Union players wearing shamrock decorated shirts and nothing else fell out into the courtyard. There was a loud blast on a whistle from within and a black shirted referee appeared on the threshold.

"If you boys don't get back into the lineout straight away there will be a penalty!"

The three picked themselves up, brushed the dust from their partially erect tackle and pushed back passed the referee to rejoin the game.

"You sure there is going to be a free table inside Patrick?"

Hatter was obviously getting very agitated. The thought of missing his cuppa was having serious physical and psychological repercussions.

"Calm yourself Hatter me darling' I'll make room in the back recess away from the playing field. There's a table that will do you fine. You can enjoy watching the cycle races while you're waiting for your brew!" 

Hatter stopped twitching quite so alarmingly and having kicked Doreen hard in the stomach to make her stir followed Patrick with his motley crew through the raucous spectators. Alice tried to make out what was happening in the game but couldn't make any sense of the rules. The players were standing in a line out ready for the throw in but seemed more concerned with penetrating the player in front than paying any attention to the ball. Both the men in the lead position seemed to be frantically aiming to cause a change of formation and were shouting very loudly in high pitched squeaky voices.

"Form a circle, please girls lets form a circle!"

The noise of fast peddling and low moans greeted them as they seated themselves at the empty table. The chairs were comfortable enough, wooden and well worn and with a slight swivel action allowing patrons to view the line of exercise bicycles perfectly.

The eight participants in the time trial were stripped from ankle to waist, their torsos slick with perspiration as they rotated the cranks as fast as was humanly possible. Each was hunched forward in a perfect blend of effort and ecstasy as large dildos were driven in and out of their gaping vaginas by connecting arms attached to the rear drive by oval flywheels.

The judge watched the riders closely monitoring their progress towards the climax that would spell victory.

"How does he know they don't fake their orgasm?"

Celia looked at Alice with shock.

"Cumming isn't enough to win. They have to squirt!"

As Celia finished her sentence the third girl in line screamed and produced a torrent of liquid that streamed to the sawdust sprinkled floor below. 

"Stop peddling."

The judges voice was commanding, but even so some of the girls were way to close to release to stop willingly.

"STOP PEDDLING."

A second official ran down the line of stationary machines slapping the offending asses hard. This ceased all movement but managed to push another two contestants over the precipice to urethral evacuation.

"Wow, that was exciting!" "Want to have a go?"

Celia was smiling knowingly at Alice.

"Fuck, you bet I do!"

Celia grabbed Alice's hand and pulled her out of the chair and towards the bikes.

"Bit of friendly competition Celia?"

Hatter had decided to goad Celia a little.

"You think she stands a chance against me?"

"She seems pretty hot to trot!"

Celia took the bait and mounted the machine immediately on Alice's left.

The facial judge took point right in their faces.

"Is it a straight sprint to one squirt or a marathon to two?"

Celia studied Alice's drawn expression for a moment then responded sharply.

"A marathon of course!"

The rear judge checked to make sure the dildos were bedded nicely, using the width adjustment to ensure both riders vaginal openings were stretched tight.

"After the count of three. One, two, THREE!"

Both girls gave it all they had from the get go. Celia seemed to have the edge to start, using her heavy muscled thighs to pump the pedals around powerfully. Alice's action was much smoother, perhaps even timid, but once into a rhythm she let go of any caution holding her back. 

For once Doreen seemed to have overcome her desire for sleep and was watching the competition intently.

"Lube, they both need lube!"

The back judge heard Doreen's excited cries and proceeded to spread large dollops of Vaseline around the pumping shafts. The girls efforts increased noticeably as the dildos friction coefficients decreased, searching to maintain purchase on their inner walls. Celia was the first to ejaculate. A sudden gush of jaundiced nectar soaking the judges sleeves as he continued to apply the grease. 

"Come on cow your falling behind."

Hatters pleading raised Alice's game sufficiently to procure her first squirt, a good solid stream of liquid gold dousing the perforated saddle and floor below. 

The head judge rang a large hand bell to indicate the last lap and a number of interested spectators wandered over from the rugby game to take point. Alice's forehead was touching the handle bars and her spread ass cheeks seemed to hover over the saddle as if suspended by some magical carpet ride.

Celia started to scream, so close to orgasmic ecstasy that the air was pungent with the aroma of pheromone enriched vapor. Her legs spun the cranks with perfect precision, the dildo pumping with only the occasional pop as the vacuum building deep in her cunt released.

YES, YES, YES!'

Throwing her head back Celia opened up the lock gates and let go the flood. Stream upon stream of cum and urine poured down over the bicycles saddle and framework before hitting the spinning flywheel, from thence being propelled into every direction imaginable. Hatter and Doreen, the back judge and many spectators found themselves splattered from head to toe. 

"Stop peddling!"

The head judges command was clear and concise, but Celia was far too busy riding out the last of her contractions to obey. Alice was equally involved in a solely private and pressing search for release.

"STOP PEDDLING!"

Neither girl had the slightest intention of ceasing movement before they wanted.

"SWITCH THE DIRECTINAL FUNCTION ON COUNT OF THREE. ONE, TWO, THREE!"

The rear judge simultaneously flicked levers on the parallel positioned exercise cycles and the dildos retracted momentarily before thrusting back at a totally different angle.

"FUCKING HELL!"

Both girls screamed out in unison as the dildos plunged deep into their unstretched asses with the force of battering rams. Only the previous generously applied lube saved the unprepared orifices from total annihilation. Perhaps the switch was supposed to stop the girls with shock, but rather than a cessation of hostilities both continued peddling with new vigor. 

"We are going to need fresh sawdust and plenty of it."

Both judges pulled on hose-able protective waders and coats.

"They are both going to blow Paddy!"

The judges pulled their sou'wester hats hard down over their heads tying the ribbons securely under their chins.

"I can hear the roar. Get down for mercies sake!"

Hatter and Doreen slid under the table to join Patrick and Mary already taking cover.

"T'is like the great blitz of '42!"

"Not the time for nostalgia right now Patrick."

Hatter was busy wrapping his topper in the linen table cloth he had dragged down with him.

"Always a crack when you come calling Hatter."

Patrick started laughing. It was then the room exploded into darkness. 



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 07



Two hours later the Tea Rooms was back in business. The atmosphere was heavy with the stink of bleach water and everything shone like a new pin. Patrick O'Hare was busy ushering his guests back to their tables, the referee had the rugby game ready to restart and a new string of riders had formed to continue the Tour d'Orgasme.

"Quite the intermission wouldn't you say?"

Mary O'Hare had remained cheerful throughout the clean up and was happily posting pictures and video to 'Assbook'.

"This will make us quite the tourist destination. Did you see I left a section of the back wall pebble dashed? Don't want visitors thinking it was a set up!"

Hatter was busy preening and straightening the flounce of feathers that sprang gaudily from his hat band. 

"Have you seen Celia or the cow anywhere Mary?"

Hatter wasn't really that concerned but thought it would be callous not to at least inquire.

"Last time I saw them they were sitting in the Milk bar waiting for the tide to go out. Doreen is taking a nap in the kitchen. All the excitement quite wiped her out!"

Hatter pulled himself upright and surveyed the scene that had so recently been nothing but carnage.

"Truly amazing the way you manage to recover so quickly."

"Happens at least once a week Hatter my darling, really just an expected consequence of such deep ass occupation."

"In the Milk Bar you say? Guess I had better go check them out."

Alice and Celia were sitting in the far cubicle of the Milk Bar waiting to be served. Both girls looked very thirsty and keen to get some liquid protein to replace all that they had lost so recently. Hatter was about to speak when a nice thick pair of penile suckers poked their way through the access holes immediately adjacent to their dry and already half open mouths. Both Celia and Alice started gobbling eagerly working the tools with utter concentration. Hatter, not wishing to disturb their impassioned weaning turned away to check out the new human statues that had been installed since his last visit. The models were held in various open poses with cleverly positioned cuffs and clamps. Hatter particularly liked the way that the first models labia was opened wide with the use of hooks placed along the swollen lips and casually dipped a finger into the revealed velvet well to check the flavor.

"Mmmmmm, strawberry shortcake, my favorite."

"Glad you approve Hatter; takes a lot of special dietary control to get their cunts to taste exactly right."

Patrick passed Hatter a napkin enclosing a dozen long wafer straws.

"Try dipping those and see how good it is!"

Hatter thrust the straw into the gaped quim and licked the plentiful juice from the perfectly formed utensil.

"A wonderfully clever idea you had Patrick. An extraordinary construction combined with extreme culinary delight. You should get a Michelin Star for this."

"Try dipping really deep, the flavor is so much stronger."

Hatter pushed the straw deep into the quivering orifice and rotated it slightly to absorb as much nectar as possible. The flavor was amazing. Strong, sweet, with a hint of female essence that made the nostrils flare and the roof of his mouth salivate. 

"These straws are a bit fiddly though."

Dropping to his knees Hatter commenced to stick his tongue deep into the models interior. The human statue gave out a groan of pleasure.

"Try her asshole Hatter me darling."

Hatter licked the tight anal bud luxuriantly.

"Fucking hell its chocolate flavored."

Celia and Alice were far too busy to concern themselves with Hatters critique of the human décor. The cocks were hot and hard in their mouths and warranted accurate and attentive sucking. Celia was an out and out dyke, no apologies, but she did like the feel of stiff rod in all of her orifices. Certainly dildos could be larger, more controllable, but nothing beat the feel of a real penis deep in a hole. Purely out of consideration Celia reached out a hand and started to finger fuck Alice's dripping gash. Alice appreciated the generous assistance and reaching through the glory-hole squeezed her donor's scrotum hard. She was rewarded with an immediate injection of fresh salty sweet cream in the back of her throat. Being a generous girl she turned and frenched Celia deeply, transferring a good portion of the bounty to her companions palette. Celia rewarded Alice by thrusting her fingers so deep into the now flooding cunt that they pushed against Alice's cervix causing respondent climaxes.

Hatter had decided to fuck the statue. The clank of metal echoed around the Milk Bar as Jabberwocky's festooned head and shaft pushed against the statues saliva lubricated asshole. The Prince Albert was accepted willingly enough, indeed the first two serpentine twists beneath Hatters mushroom head made easy access, but the statues orifice was already stretched to its limit and 'depth equals width squared' as everyone knows!

"Your tearing me up!"

"I say Patrick these statues talk too."

"Its like a baseball bat in my ass."

"God, those were the days Hatter. You remember baseball in the summer months and shinty in the winter?"

"Always have preferred cricket to baseball myself."

Hatter pushed hard and slid a good four inches passed the statues fraying entry portal.

"We have to move with the times Hatter. Baseball is better for the betting!"

The statue gave out a high pitched scream as Hatter jammed in another four inches.

"Do something about that noise Patrick old chap."

"Doreen come over here and sit on this statues face will you?"

Straddling the statues head Doreen positioned her pussy over the screaming mouth and ground down with a satisfied murmur.

"Mind if I take a few pictures for the new brochure Hatter darling?"

"Of course you can Patrick, anything for business."

Hatter commenced to ride the statue hard and fast, the poor beleaguered ring muscle being pushed in and out in a merciless rhythm. Doreen was cumming hard and fast as the statues screaming lips worked against her insistent grinds.

"Careful you don't drown the girl there Doreen. These statues are expensive to replace."

Hatter was close to ejaculation. Jabberwocky was twitching deep in the statues bowel ready to breathe fire and brimstone.

"Mind your self Patrick."

The warning came too late. Patrick was far too absorbed taking close ups of the statues tearing anal bud to stand any chance of escape. 

"Cumming!"

For a brief second Patrick's face took on an expression of horror and fear before the backwash of Hatters semen caught him full force toppling him off his feet to lay prostate fighting for air.

"It's like superglue. Get me a rag someone please!"

Mary heard her husband's panicked cries and running into the room fell to her knees beside her spouses heaving body. Manically she tried to clear his nose and mouth with her fingers but the task was made impossibly difficult by the gelatinous consistency of the jizz. In desperation she bent forward and started to suck and swallow the hot viscous gruel as fast as she could.

Doreen was in complete ecstasy. Her labia had parted so widely that it totally enclosed the poor statues mouth and nostrils and the creature was devoid of any ability to breathe. To complicate matters further Doreen had squirted quite voluminously and the statues throat and mouth were overflowing with pungent liquid. Thankfully Hatter recovered from his own orgasmic journey just in time to push Doreen backwards off the floundering human manikin. The resulting release of suction produced a spout of estrogen that plumed spectacularly to douse the ceiling above.

Alice and Celia were in semen heaven. Both have completed their third fellation and had decided that it was easier just to lay beneath the row of glory holes and allow the unending flow of scalding material to simply coat their bodies in bukkaki fashion. They continued to drive multiple fingers into each others gaping vaginal entryways and positioned themselves in Piscean style to enjoy a moist banquet of fresh expulsion. Mary busied herself with mop and bucket cleaning any unnecessary overflow away from the main floor area.

"Don't want anyone slipping and hurting themselves do we Patrick."

Hatter watched through heavily passion swollen eyelids and marveled at the degree of organization required to allow for such continued licentiousness.

"It's fucking amazing Patrick. Just like the after party at a 'Stationary Pebble' concert."

"Whom?"

"Not the 'Whom' you celtic rock dunce. Definitely the 'Stationary Pebbles'!"

Patrick giggled and picking Doreen up from the floor popped her on the nearest available sybian and cranked it up to full power.

"That should keep you awake for a while sweetheart."

Doreen let out a blood curdling rebel yell and with one arm held in perfect form above her head started the qualifying ride of a lifetime.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 08



Hatter was unusually excited. Today was one of the highlights of the season and as usual most of the elite of Wonderland would be wearing his latest creations. Haute Couture was his livelihood and the annual event that bought all of society together dressed in their finest meant a payday that would ensure an adequate supply of both Darjeeling and perfumed ass pomade.  The Commodores Pavilion was bustling with activity, tables being busily prepared for luncheon and heavy wagers being placed at the bookmakers stands on one crew or another. From the odds shown it was apparent to Alice that the Red Queens crew was heavily favored. In fact the chalk boards were showing odds of twenty to one on, an almost impossibly small chance of them failing to win.

"Hatter, why does everyone bet on the Red Crew?"

"Because the Queen cheats of course, it's a certainty!"

"But that's really not fair!"

Hatter shook his head at the girl's naivety. Politics demanded that the Red Queen had to win. Indeed the only reason anyone ever bet against Red was in the blind hope that a sea serpent would rise up from the deep and eat the boat and crew whole before it crossed the finish line. Chances of that were quite remote and even then the Queen would probably overturn the result for some obtuse rule infringement.

"Who is that Hatter?"

Alice had spotted a very fine figure of a man, dressed in an impeccable morning suit and studying a large gold watch he had retrieved from his waistcoat pocket.

"That's Peter Rabbit of course, the Queens official timekeeper. He starts and finishes everything!"

Alice was about to make further inquiries when a shrill blast of whistles cut through the crowd's cacophony and three corridors opened as jauntily dressed sailors made room for the participants to carry their craft to the jetty. Each craft was toted on the shoulders of the eight crewmen and led by a much smaller individual with a large megaphone. Behind each hull trailed eight very cheap looking girls more suitably dressed for a burlesque show than a major sporting event.

"It's a rowing race!"

Having been to many a rowing regatta in support of her college Alice was suddenly feeling very at home.

"Well yes everyone knows that."

Celia had arrived at Alice's side and felt it immediately necessary to put her in her place. 

"I was just trying to get in the right spirit Celia."

For once Alice's put down expression had some effect and Celia reached under her skirt and tweaked the ever ready hard clitoris.

Sorry Alice didn't mean to be a damp squid."

It had been several hours since her last climax and Alice squirted with appreciation on Celia's fingers.

The crew lowered the racing craft carefully into the water and one by one took their places in the very sleek hulls. Finally satisfied all was ready the minuscule coxswains climbed aboard removing their lower garments to expose huge gnarled phallus's. It was then Alice noticed something was missing.

"Where are the oars?"

Hatter and Celia answered in chorus.

"They're standing on the jetty of course!"

Alice sighed loudly and said nothing. The difficulty with Wonderland was nothing seemed to make sense unless taken with a huge pinch of snuff. She had started to understand that not everything in existence had to have any other purpose beyond making life more pleasurable. As if to amplify the point Celia rotated the rifled butt plug Alice was wearing sufficiently to make her tight sphincter ooze a little joy.

"I used to be a sculling oar."

Doreen had finally caught up with the other three and had draped herself around a 'keep of the grass' sign to facilitate remaining upright.

"Three years I practiced stroking till I was quite the expert. Then the Commodore changed the rules."

"No use being bitter Doreen. The path to perfect penetration is purposely populated with piteous proclamations!"

"Oh Hatter I do love it when you Pee for us!"

"Is the Commodore very grand?"

Alice decided to move the conversation away from Hatters urinal capacity simply to cease her own uteruses constant contraction.

"The Griffin is without doubt the grandest of all the Wonderland inhabitants, if you discount the Lion and Unicorn of course."

Doreen was trying hard to continue her involvement in the discussion but had slipped to her knees already.

"A Griffin? He must be very frightening to behold."

"Not at all cow, in fact he is just a big pussycat."

Alice suddenly felt the intense itching between her thighs that indicated that Cheshire was beginning to appear again.

"Where did that meow come from?"

Celia was looking around their feet expecting to see some stray.

"I need to use the bathroom."

Alice decided that retreat was a better course of action than trying to explain her metamorphic vagina.

"Let me show you the way."

Celia was very keen on the idea of having Alice squat in front of her. Something about the thought of a piss soaked labia was so appealing.

"Thank you Celia but I am sure I can find the way."

Alice turned away quickly before any further discussion could take place and headed in the general direction of a distinctly urinary aroma.  

"Don't be a too long the races are about to start. You don't want to miss them dipping the oars in the water."
The restroom tents stood out splendidly in their bright yellow color, especially with the addition of red flecks splattered about in a very bright show.

"Thank god for that. I can breathe again."

Cheshire started to speak as soon as Alice's flow allowed for an interruption. The luxuriant ginger coat had returned in its full glory.

"Are you going to insist on stuffing my mouth with anything and everything you can find?"

In a form of answer Alice started to finger the puss's mouth deep and hard.  The resultant fanfare from her ass reverberated around the canvas cubicle for several minutes.

"That's better. Just something I needed to get of my chest."

Cheshire started to giggle and as she did started quickly to withdraw back into her follicle panic room.  

"ALICE!"

The yell was echoed almost immediately.

"ALICE!"

The voices were so familiar.

"I called her."

"No, I called her."

The sound of a huge hullabaloo hastened Alice's thoughts of wiping to a quick double stamp. 
Tweedledee had Tweedledum's head forced in a large freestanding pissoir and was intent on urinating in his brother's ear. Tweedledum for his part was reaching back desperately in an attempt to squeeze Tweedledee's testicles like a pair of walnuts ripe for cracking.

"Do you really have to fight all the time?"

Alice was still a little upset by the sudden arrival and subsequent disappearance of the Cheshire pussy.

"We prefer to fuck ass!"

The two small persons spoke as one.

"Not now, I am really not in the mood!"

The twins stopped sparring and both stared at Alice as if stupefied.

"Are you sick? Did you catch the clap? You haven't become a dyke?"

"No, No , NO!"

"Thank the 'Looking Glass' for that; far too many cunt only eaters around here already. What with them and the ass bandits its getting almost impossible to be heterosexual. We, the poor underprivileged minority are put upon by the not so silent majority. I think they ought to pass legislation to make sexual discrimination illegal!"

Hear hear brother! All power to the underprivileged straight fuckers commune!"

"WHAT!"

The Red Queen exited the last cubicle on the right shaking her penis dry of droplets.

"You two are tiny subversives, the worst kind of all! Guards, guards, arrest these miniscule commie dittos!"

Alice grabbed the floundering twin's hands in hers and dashing straight out of the rear exit dodged into Father Williams Carnival and Freak Show.

"Closed, we are closed!"

The voice came from behind a flag above the three fugitive's heads.

"We don't want to see anything just hide for a little please."

Alice put on her best pleading voice. The one she used when she wanted extra spanks from the college professors. 

"You can stay till Father Williams gets back but only if you let me down."

"That's very nice of you, but how do we let you down if we can't see you?"

"Use the crank on the flagpole."

Tweedledee and Tweedledum grasped the long lever and carefully turning the mechanism anticlockwise lowered Imogen Chelonii to lay belly down on the rutted ground.

"I was getting very cold up there. Seemed such a good idea when I thought of it but I never think the consequences right through."

Alice couldn't think of anything to say. Her eyes were so busy taking in the amazingly complex array of rings and ribbons that crisscrossed Imogen's torso from neck to ankle that she was for a moment speechless.
"Can you stand me up PLEASE!"

"Oh yes sorry, of course, excuse our slowness."

"Your staring at me!"

"No, not at all we are just a little occupied."

"YOUR STARING AT ME!"

Tweedledum and Tweedledee couldn't resist stating the obvious.

"You work in a fucking freak show!"

"Its still rude to stare!"

Alice was mesmerized. Having successfully got Imogen to an upright position and seeing her face clearly, a stunningly beautiful visage already, Alice was transfixed by the lingual adaption that flicked in and out of view as she spoke. The tip was split to a depth of at least an inch and had been artistically pierced with tiny rings and clasps to give it the exact appearance of a partially open metal zipper.

"That would feel amazing in my cunt!"

"I am not a sex object!"

"YOUR IN A FUCKING FREAK SHOW!"

The twins were laughing so loudly at their own wit that they began rolling around like a pair of self righting matryoshka in a budgerigar cage. Meanwhile Alice with her newly enhanced sexual self confidence and eclectic inquisitiveness french-ed Imogen long and deep. 

"I kissed a girl and I liked it, the feel of her armature mouth stick
I kissed a girl just to feel it, I hope my cunt will survive it.
It felt so hard, it felt so sharp, like tiny pins right through my heart
I kissed a girl and I liked it, I liked it."

Alice just couldn't resist singing or indeed pissing voluminously in the dirt.


"I sing in the carnival. That's my job!"

Imogen sounded very proud.

"People come for miles to hear me perform my song."

Tweedledee and Tweedledum had dissolved into a constant barrage of jocularity and tears streamed from their eyes to mix with Alice's fresh urine in a huge ever expanding pool.

"Please sing for me Imogen. I would love to hear you perform."

Imogens face went very pale and her eyes widened and widened till they seemed about to swallow the rest of her face. Her voice was beautiful, but so sad. Just like a virgin about to die without ever tasting cock or dildo. As she began to sing floods of salty droplets rolled down her cheeks to add to the ever growing pool below.


"Won't you suck a little faster?"
Said a punter to a whore,
I want to cum quite badly
And my cock is getting sore.
See how tightly now my testicles
Are filling up their pouch
Waiting to deliver all
And pebble dash the couch.
So, will you, won't you, won't you, 
Will you, won't you swallow down? 
Will you, won't you, will you, 
Won't you, won't you swallow down? 


"My precum is collecting
On the velvet mushroom head
Ready for your eager tongue
As I relax upon on the bed!" 
The whore replied, "Not yet, not yet!"
And nibbled at his crown –
Said she liked the punter greatly
But she would not swallow down.
So, would not, could not, would not, 
Could not, would not swallow down. 
Would not, could not, would not, 
Could not, could not swallow down. 


"I cannot hold the semen in."
The punter quickly quote,
The fish have started swimming
And are heading for your throat. 
Time is of the essence
Please don't wear a frown
Think of Good Old England
And gladly swallow down.
Will you, won't you, will you, 
Won't you, will you swallow down? 
Will you, won't you, won't you, 
Will you, won't you swallow down? 

Will you, won't you, will you, 
Won't you, won't you swallow down? 
Will you, won't you, will you, 
Won't you, won't you swallow down?



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 09



Alice was swimming hard. The pool of piss and tears just got deeper and deeper and when her feet had finally lost contact with the ground she knew trouble was ahead. Tweedledee and Tweedledum had been washed away some time ago like two bobbing corks and poor Imogen just sank like a stone from the combined weight of the metal that decorated her mouth and pierced her entire torso. Alice was on her back, stroking slowly with her arms and moving her legs in a reverse frog kick. Different objects and creatures floated past at intervals and she wondered just how far the waters had expanded. In the very far distance she could here the yells of the coxswain as the race progressed.

"In...Out...In...Out."

"And shake it all about."

Sometimes a little wit can even make drowning seem less permanent. The current seemed to be getting faster and she noticed her progression was becoming more circular than straight. Faster and faster she revolved until the very movement of her body started a whirlpool sucking her down into its murky depths. Oddly Alice realized she was turning in an anticlockwise direction.

"I must be in Australia."

As if to prove the point three panic stricken kangaroos doggy paddled past closely followed by a hungry and evil looking Tasmanian devil. The banking of the vortex became almost vertical and Alice had that same oh so familiar feeling of plummeting downwards. 

"Here we go again."

Her exclamation echoed upwards to Wonderland and sank to destinations unknown.

"Oh fuck, I needed that!"

The words boomed in her ears like the salvo from a battery as she shot out of the tunnel entrance. Carried downwards, enclosed by an arcing spiral stream of warm liquid Alice swan dived perfectly into the shallow end of the largest white swimming pool she had ever seen. Surfacing quickly and spitting out a mouthful of salty water she peered upwards to see how far she had fallen just in time to receive another hard soaking from the gaping chasm above. 

"God that's good!"

Even submerged the volume seemed to rattle every bone in Alice's body. To make matters worse a peel of thunder reverberated down the deep sides of the swimming pool and started a small tsunami across the surface. Looking upwards Alice was pleased to see that the flow had stopped at least momentarily and the reddish hued folds of rock were disappearing behind a covering of dark wispy foliage. Alice looked away momentarily and suddenly found herself covered, well almost smothered by a large wad of white absorbent paper streaked in red.

"Oh no, it's starting!"

The paper shroud served ably to kill some of the voices volume this time and Alice managed to tear her way out of her damp cocoon fairly quickly. Looking up she noticed a string dangling from the caverns entrance and with a great deal of effort managed to reach the near end just in time to be lifted upwards to hang suspended under what she could only imagine was a huge tent. Alice grasped the string with both hands as it began so sway back and forth as the tent moved in a northerly direction.

"This is very strange." The words hardly left her mouth when another clap of thunder set her eyeballs rattling in their sockets. Worse, far worse was the cloud of toxic gas that descended around her causing severe breathing issues. Thankfully it cleared quite quickly and apart from smarting eyes and dry throat seemed to have no long lasting effects. The tent stopped moving and then tilted violently to one side and seemed to collapse onto the ground. Alice found herself laying half pinned under one of the tents massive gnarled support poles and was very lucky to be able to escape total crushing when it moved sufficiently to one side to allow her escape. 

Alice lay panting for several minutes gathering her wind and trying to get some perspective on her position. She had a pretty shrewd idea that to venture upwards to where the tent poles seemed to dramatically narrow was probably not a good idea so decided to crawl on her hands and knees in the opposite direction. Moments later her wisdom was rewarded by avoidance of another cloud of poison gas she felt moisten the air behind her. 

"No thunder this time. Totally silent but equally deadly."

Her voice echoed as she spoke and the reverberations made her feel far less alone. The crawl to the tents hem took several minutes and the last few meters seemed to be the worst of all.

"Smells like a cheese factory and a pretty stinky one at that."

At last she was free of the heavy cotton tent and stood in an effort to get her bearings. The ground below her feet seemed to give as she moved her weight and just out of curiosity she tried a little jump. The first landing was soft enough but the extra pressure on the surface caused a deeper depression and an equally opposite reaction.

"OHHH FUCK."

Alice had loved to trampoline when she was younger. To be frank her only real interest was that when participating she could allow her skirt to rise above her head without undue criticism. On such occasions she always went sans panties and her aerial splits were always received with a warm round of applause from the entire gymnasium.

Third bounce found Alice hovering on the very edge of the surface area, so near a precipice that her toes would have dangled entirely into thin air but for the lavatory heeled court shoes she was wearing. Fourth bounce was more a flop, landing after a short fall, her only saving the deeply piled surface and the forward tuck roll she performed with some expertise. With her usual panache she of course regained her feet immediately and posed with mock Olympic panache. 

"Good form."

Alice bowed magnanimously and turned to face her audience.

"You're quite the limber gymnast but you smell appalling."

Woody Planner was a little shorter than Alice and probably quite old enough to be her grandfather. Dressed as he was in a long white apron, covering his body from chest to ankle, he looked almost to be a waiter but Alice noticed the long oblong pencil stuck behind his left ear and the handsaw firmly grasped under his right arm. 

"Well you're obviously a carpenter, but what are you?"

Woody's companions whiskers bristled and puffing out his waist-coated chest replied indignantly.

"I am Hector Walrus I will have you know madam. And whom the devil are you supposed to be cavorting around like a whirling dervish in a tumbling competition."

"I am sorry if I offended you sir, no insult was intended."

Alice spread the charm on thick as butter on a fresh baked loaf of bread.

"Don't concern yourself with Walrus dear, he is just a starched shirt. Come a little closer so I can see you clearly."

Alice moved close enough for Woody to inspect her properly which he did as much with his hands as his eyes.

"I don't think you ought to be touching me there!"

Woody was fondling Alice's right breast with one hand and diddling her cunt with the other.

"Forgive an old mans foibles my dear. Would you very much mind rimming my ass while I bang one out?"

"Mister Planner you are making me blush."

The sound of muffled thunder came from above their heads and both Woody and Hector looked a little perturbed.

"Better move from this exact spot my dear, just in case we gets squished."

Grabbing Alice by the hand the carpenter lead her across the piled ground to an arched hole in a horizontal cliff that seemed to stretch upwards forever.

"We will be much safer in here and you and I can get nicely acquainted."

Something about Woody's sly wink made Alice doubt safety was the first thing on his mind but she was so enamored by his huge and florid penis shaped nose how could she refuse?

"Something smells of fish."

"That's a very rude thing to say!"

Hector looked decidedly hurt as he pushed an escaping kipper back into his jacket pocket.

"Let's sit on these rocks over here and have a nice chinwag."

The archway had led them onto a very picturesque shoreline. Certainly it was rocky and more shingle than sand but still had a very bracing atmosphere.

"Right here is the spot for you Alice."

Woody tapped his knees expectantly and Alice always wanting to please her elders obliged by sitting across them daintily. The carpenter casually slid his hand between her thighs and flicked her clit with some expertise. Walrus seemed less interested in Alice and more concerned with brushing what looked like fish scales from his evening jacket. The monocle he wore insisted on continually slipping out and falling to the ground. Every time he bent to pick it up he barked in a most disgruntled fashion.

"Don't worry about Walrus Alice, wiggle you pretty tight ass a bit faster for me."

"Where am I Mister Planner? I am really confused."

"Why twirling on my pleasure stick of course."

"Well yes I can feel that but I mean what part of Wonderland is this?"

"Wonderland? You're not in Wonderland anymore!"

Hector had stopped gnawing on a kipper skeleton just long enough to retort. "But if this isn't Wonderland however am I going to get home?

Hector was far to busy picking fish bones out of his lips to answer.

"Didn't you learn your lessons at school Alice?"

"Well yes, although I have to admit to being far too busy frigging to really remember much." 

"Hector your much better at this sort of thing than me. Can you explain to the poor dear girl while she strokes my cock?"

The Walrus drew himself up to his full height and screwing his monocle carefully fast into his eye socket began to speak.

"The world is but an illusion, a happenstance of imaginings put together by dreamers."

He paused long enough to brush some breadcrumbs from the slightly frayed silk lapels of his tuxedo.

"What we see is what we desire to see, sometimes against our own best intentions."

Alice was starting to question the Walrus's logic and even her furtive polishing of carpenter's expansive knob head couldn't erase the feeling of being duped.

"Cut to the chase please Hector. Alice's mouth is watering for penis pie and you're taking far too long."

The Walrus looked at Carpenter very disparagingly. 

"Not everything is about sticking something hard in a tight spot!"

Alice thought about that concept as she licked Woody's shaft from base to tip.

"The human world is like a kidney, stealing everything of any use from the water of life."

Carpenter was nodding animatedly but Alice considered that more a result of her sucking his large hairy testicles than any agreement with Walrus's high-flown precepts.

"Wonderland is more like a bladder, filling up with the resultant purified overflow."

Alice stopped sucking for a moment as a little spark of clarity lit up her mind.

"You mean I just fell out of the universes vagina?"

Carpenter grabbed Alice's hair in both hands and pushed her mouth back over his twitching helmet.

"Don't talk Alice dear you will stop the flow of Walrus's oratory and my ejaculation."

Alice gobbled away dutifully. Learning had suddenly become something far more enjoyable and she considered momentarily if further education was an admirable goal.

"You popped like a sedimentary kidney stone from the urinary tract of the Mother of Creation. A fine product and proof of post Darwinist evolutionary theory."

Carpenter grunted loudly as his age curdled semen forced it's was past Alice's esophagus to ooze in slimy lumps down her windpipe. 

"Will you, won't you, will you,  Won't you, won't you swallow down?  Will you, won't you, will you,  Won't you, won't you swallow down?"

Woody was singing disjointedly in a trance like state. Face tilted skywards his hands held Alice's head so deeply impaled she was losing consciousness from lack of breathe. The strange world surrounding her began to spin faster and faster and not surprisingly she soon fell into a deep dead faint.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 10



Father William De Peirce returned from his ministrations at the local Presbyterian Chapel exactly as the Commanders Tower rang three bells. He was particularly pleased with the service He had conjured today, His sermon on the eternal torments of Hell had been visually stunning and the view of His parishioners quaking in the pews went some way towards slaking His need to go amongst then with a chainsaw. 

"I have a present for you Daddy Bill!"

Imogen was one of His more useful creations. Somehow she had retained the ability to talk and reason not withstanding His very acute administrations and was proving a suitable acolyte in every sense of the word. He was very proud of the corset piercing that adorned her, one of His more aesthetic creations and took great pleasure in showing her now perfect form for the cost of a measly dime.

"Hopefully more interesting than My last gift Imogen. After I amputated her legs she was totally stumped!"

Father William chortled loudly at His own humor but Imogen never as much as cracked a smile. 

"I really must perfect My lobotomy skills!"

"I have a present for you Daddy Bill."

Knowing this would be an everlasting conversation and not having the time or patience for a lengthy exchange Father William simply took a large needle and thread from the lapel of His black frock coat and neatly blanket stitched her lips together.

"Ah, how wonderfully rewarding is the thread of silent acquiescence."

Imogen seemed pleased. Daddy Bill had been inclined to ignore her needs lately in favor of newer meat; at least this little consideration proved she still held a small place in His affections.

Alice realized she had been drugged as soon as consciousness began to permeate her befuddled brain. The room was very dark and smelt strangely medical, not at all where she expected to be. Having dropped acid several times the very bizarre yet totally lucid dream her mind had manifested was no surprise, but to surface into what seemed another trip was a new experience entirely. She appeared to be sitting in what could best described as a chicken coop, although the bars in front of her face were much sturdier than any needed to retain a fowl. Her hands were securely fastened behind her back and a ball of some kind was strapped between her teeth. She bit down hard and it gave not a millimeter. The fact she was again stark naked was no surprise as all her adventures real or imagined tended to agree in that element.

"ELL, ELL."

Turning her head to the left she focused on the other trussed up body next to her that was desperately trying to communicate. 

"HUH?"

Obviously English was no longer their first language. 

"GAGGY GILL!"

Alice shook her head violently in an attempt to find some clarity but only succeeded in stirring the fog further. 

"What have we here?"

Whatever covering had kept the cage in gloom was pulled aside and light cascaded in to temporarily blind both girls.

"Imogen has been busy!"

Something about the voice was a little disturbing. Even more worrying was the effect it had on her companion who lost total control of her bladder and soaked the entire cage, Alice's ass cheeks included.

"Welcome to Daddy Bills house of pleasures."

"GOHHHH, GAGGY GILL."

Now the girl made sense, it was English after all.

Father William took his time preparing the operating area, placing each of the instruments He carefully chose from His large and valuable collection in neat rows on two castered stainless steel tables. Practice had made His preparations meticulous. There was nothing more irritating than realizing you didn't have the exact tool required when an appropriate piece of flesh offered up its sensual texture. He took great pleasure in explaining to His models exactly what procedure He was about to perform and often felt the need to stop mid cut or probe to amplify the precise procedure that was producing such a profound effect on the recipient.

Alice watched with eyes now wide and fully alert as her twin captive was taken from the cages constriction and carefully washed completely with some sort of alcoholic smelling liquid. Imogen seemed to be particularly intent on ensuring not one crack or crevice was overlooked and used cotton wool carefully held in surgical forceps to probe deeply into the girl's anatomy. 

The cleansing completed to Imogen's thorough satisfaction the profusely weeping blank canvas was seated in a steel and white plastic gynecological chair, her knees held bent at approximately ninety degrees and her thighs parted so wide that Alice could see every fold of both her inner and outer labia. The girl's wrists and elbows were secured to the arms of the chair with very pretty white leather straps matching perfectly the esthetics of the whole apparatus.

Alice was beginning to feel a little bit of a wallflower but was relieved to be released from her half of the coop and requested to kneel on all fours on an adjacent gurney. She felt the cool moist introduction of a large blob of petroleum jelly around her anal sphincter and momentarily imagined that what would follow would simply be a regular fucking. Thankfully things became far more interesting and Daddy Bill showed her the large stainless steel anal hook that was bound for her ass. 

The spherical end felt positively enlivening as it was pushed passed her tight entry and the curved continuance slid perfectly between her cheeks as if custom made for her alone. Bill showed both amazing dexterity and imagination by plaiting Alice curly locks into a long ponytail which He then tied by chord to the anal hooks end just below the small of her back. The effect was immediately stunning and sublime. The slightest movement of any facial muscle resulted in extraordinary erotic repercussions in the perceptive recesses of her ass. Father William was a genius and if Alice's hands hadn't been firmly strapped together between her knees she would have gladly applauded ecstatically.

"You're a very interesting specimen My beauty. I will have to think of something particularly unique for you!"

Alice feigned embarrassment behind the ball gag but was profoundly appreciative of Daddy Bills admiration and craned her neck in recognition. The movement caused such a plethora of intense anal contractions she had no alternative but to squirt long and hard onto the previously pristine white paper sheets that covered the tables surface below her trussed form.

Daddy Bills face lit up with a reverence only true religious fervor could command. His sunken staring eyes took on the yellow hue of the rampant wolf worshiping at the full moons majesty and the tight parchment like epidermis covering His face glowed with renewed life. The clerical collar tightly constricted across His throat took on a saintly luminescence all the more striking against the dense blackness of His shirt and coat. 

"Bring My mask, coat and gloves Imogen."

Bill carefully unzipped the black leather case containing His more specialized piercing tools and laid the opened mouth watering smorgasbord next to the already size sorted forceps and clamps.

"Now My dear child whilst I am getting changed I will explain in some small detail the procedures you are about to enjoy with Me."

Father William slipped His barathea suit jacket from a surprisingly muscular torso and hung it neatly on the adjacent coat stand. Noticing a small white cotton on one shoulder He meticulously brushed the offending intrusion into His sartorial universe to oblivion. 

"First we will pierce the uvula with a sublimely delicate ring, allowing for sufficient purchase for our purposes but not so cumbersome as to cause more than the necessary discomfort on inhalation. This will be the anchor for the silver web we will weave upon your as yet unenhanced canvas."

Removing His waistcoat and clerical bib Bill was able to admire the remarkable blue red and green suspenders He had chosen to wear today.

"The next task is to pierce the tongue. This will be in the form of a simple barbell passed through the center with the use of a cannula. I have of course adapted the top ball of the barbell in order for our skein to pass through and be held in place with a tiny grub screw."

Alice was finding the commentary incredibly orgasmic and was nodding her head in a consistent rhythm to produce rippling anal eruptions.

"Next we have the nipples. My preference is for over sized rings with weights affixed for extra stretch but in this case I am seriously considering something purely decorative."

Father William lowered his head allowing Imogen to place the neck strap of a very practical green latex apron into place and tie the waist securely behind His back.

"Then of course we have the navel. A truly wondrous anatomical region created perfectly for any artist to do His work. The whole interior seems to move beneath Ones hands as the curved needle slides meticulously through flesh to allow for exquisite adornment."

The long latex gloves reached beyond Daddy Bills elbows but were of such cunning construction that no movement or tactile quality was hampered in any way.

"Now we reach the clitoris, the very core of female erotic pleasure and the further point of our exotic trail. I am thinking a ring, an extremely bulbous ring jostling against the inner labia with every movement."

Father William's hands were raised in benediction as he completed the beautiful narrative. Alice had orgasmed consistently throughout His sermon, the prospective human pincushion seemed decidedly less enamored. 

Each piercing took but a few seconds. Daddy Bill was well practiced and from the moment the clamp first bit into flesh to the completed anatomical decoration seemed to Alice a blur of consummate dexterity. Pincushion gagged consistently through the uvula insertion. Father William had fortunately taken the precaution of fixing her jaw widely open with the sensible use of an orthodontist mouth spreader and Imogen ably assisted in anchoring what otherwise would have been a wildly moving target with a grasped handful of hair behind each ear. Daddy Bills face was a mask of concentration yet still managed to covey the rapturous angelic appearance of a devout postulate. Alice was amazed how little sanguine spillage occurred. The instruments were perfectly prepared and superbly wielded.

Bill moved quickly to the tongue. A much less fiddly operation, once the organ was successfully captured within specifically designed forceps designed and the tip drawn from its moist enclosure the barbell seemed to fly into place. A momentary drop of the surgical mask, a quick sip of a nice crisp Chardonnay and Daddy Bill was ready to continue his pastoral work. 

Gesturing for Imogen to step forward He generously allowed her to arouse pincushions nipples. The first few caresses were simply teasing licks and bites hoping to excite the little buds into full bloom. For some improbable reason they remained shriveled and uninterested and Imogen was obliged to consider sterner methods of persuasion. Nipple clamps began to grab their attention, particularly when tightened to the point of almost flattening the still semi flaccid weaning augmentations completely. Finally they awoke sufficiently for Uncle Bills needs and brushing Imogen aside His miraculous hands ringed them with delicate bejeweled circlets of burnished steel. 

"I need a moment's respite Imogen."

As He spoke Daddy Bill lifted His latex apron up to the waist and Alice was delighted to peruse the delicious outline of a nice thick eight inch cock tubing the barathea cloth along the inside of His left thigh. Unfortunately for Alice it was Imogen whom had the honor and duty to pamper the wondrous organ and she happily dropped in supplication before her Daddies waiting frame. 

Alice had witnessed many wondrous exhibitions of fellatio and considered herself no mean proponent but Imogen took the cake as the supreme example of oral phallic manipulations. Without the slightest use of hands Imogen parted her Daddies trousers and hoovered the monstrous mushroom head into her famished mouth. Such delicacy, such precision, a perfect symbiosis of thought and deed her lips slid along the thick shaft to lath its length. Now Alice could witness the true brilliance of Imogen's lingual adaption in both purely esthetic considerations as well as applied efficacy.

The tip had the dexterity of a pachyderm's proboscis, able to touch with sensual lightness or grip tightly with dark desperate passion. The lingual split had been carefully calculated to ensure maximum enclosure of Daddy Bills thick pole when needed without reducing any of the velvet upper surfaces moist hot tactile qualities.

"Daddy Bill you're a fucking genius!"

Her words poignant simplicity, spit from behind the ball gags confinement encapsulated every emotive feeling that could course a penitent's body and soul. If ever man deserved beatification the Venerable William de Pierce was He! Father Williams right hand raised skywards, moving in the prescribed gesture of universal benediction whilst His left grasped the pumping shaft of His celestial organ and bathed Alice's devout features in holy balm from forehead to chin, then ear to ear.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 11



Pincushion was feeling a little perplexed. Her position as the main object of Daddy Bills ministrations was being seriously challenged and she felt the slight to her self-importance far more deeply than any prior discomfort suffered to acquire the adornments she displayed with such great pride. Unable to show her protests orally because of the intervening swelling of both her uvula and lingua she decided to resort to banging her head rhythmically against the padded head rest of her perch of honor. 

Father William stoically attempted to ignore the girl's tantrums. Imogen was carefully removing the last remnants of His magnificent benediction from the glands and urethral opening and He wished to allow this moment of perfect peace to last as long as possible. Unhappily the knocking began to infiltrate His mind. First simply as a faint ticking, like the movements of the second hand on His favored pocket watch, but sadly grew cancerously till the beating echoed through His ribcage and noggin like the constant pounding of war drums.

"ENOUGH!"

Stillness followed. That unearthly quiet that falls across the battlefield between a barrages cessation and the all consuming charge erupts.

"GET ME NEEDLE AND THREAD IMOGEN!"

The quiet became pensive. Whatever thought had entered the wildly furtive mind of the Creator was sure to be both unique and terrible. Father William stared down into pincushions wide eyes for a moment as if considering all of eternity's woes.

"Sometimes My dear we cannot allow the penitent to hurt themselves. It might be considered by those less holy masochistic. The pious man must stitch together a solution."

The suture case was exquisite. Made of the finest Moroccan leather its texture reminded Bill of all the wondrous times they had spent together. The zipper opened so smoothly, each tooth being released from the perfect caress of its two neighbors till the halves could be laid open allowing the glint of a myriad of steel needles to dazzle His eyes. Glancing at pincushion momentarily for inspiration He teased a half circular diamond shaped instrument from the velvet interior and raising it to the light checked the eye was suitably sized for His choice of thread. 

"Now My dear, you need to lay still or this will be far more unpleasant for Me than it needs to be."

Pincushion felt a strange mix of emotions. Yes Daddy Bill was at last giving her the full attention she warranted but something about the insincere half smile made her wonder if His discomfort was about to be tested at all. Bill carefully passed the end of the waxed thread through the needles slot and carefully made sure that the thread was of equal length on both sides of the eye. Constant experimentation had shown Him that human flesh was far less resilient to the pull of stitching than would seem to the layman and He abhorred raggedy edges spoiling the esthetics of His craft. 

The sharp point passed through pincushions left ear lobe with sumptuous ease and even doubled the wax on the thread ensured a good frictionless draw. Passing the needle through the thick plastic covering the headrest Bill carefully judged the length needed to completely fix pincushions head motionless but still allow her face to be directly upright. The nose had to be at right angles to the ceiling, Pythagoras insisted. Passing the needle back up through the lobe some two centimeters higher Bill moved to the other side of pincushions head. He quickly prepared a twin needle and thread and repeated the procedure exactly. He chuckled a little when He realized that for all pincushions apparent perfection her ears did not exactly match. Momentarily He considered reaching for a handy scalpel and immediately correcting the unfortunate genetic error but rather decided that such a procedure would be too sanguine for present circumstances and would be better performed with the amputations her eventual total metamorphosis might demand.

The stitching continued for several minutes till a perfect skein of sutures affixed the previously bobbing head into perfect statuesque stillness. Considering the problem solved Bill put needles and thread down then unwittingly brushed them onto the floor with His apron edge. At that very moment pincushion developed a sudden desire to blink continuously.

"Stop that winking its distracting."

Rather than cease her ocular twitches multiplied.

"That really is too annoying!"

Bill reached for the needles and thread but found them gone.

"Blast, blast, blast."

Imogen had never heard Daddy Bill exclaim three consecutive blasts before and braced herself for trouble.

"Imogen, fetch the sewing box."

Alice was transfixed. To be at the very center of this hive of artistic endeavor thrilled her beyond any previous experience. Well maybe not as much as her double penetration by Tweedledee and Tweedledum and possibly not like the first sight of the Jabberwocky. Then again the whole milking machine experience had been pretty exhilarating and that Celia certainly did know how to eat cunt. 

"Open up the top Imogen."

Daddy Bills voice bought Alice back from the distraction of her internal debate and she watched interestedly as He took two large safety pins from the interior. 

"This might be a little uncomfortable."

Alice presumed Imogen was not normally squeamish but her face had definitely turned a little blue. Bill carefully pulled pincushions left eyelid away from the ball below and passing the open end of the safety pin through the thin membrane affixed it to her left eyebrow. The twitch in that eye miraculously ceased immediately. The same prescription worked for the right one too! The man was a true medicinal philanthropist.

"The Umbilicus; the navel; the innie; the outie; the much considered belly button; mentioned in the 'Songs of Solomon' and recognized for so long the very core of human anatomy as so beautifully illustrated by Leonardo Da Vinci's work the 'Vitruvian Man'."

Father William had regained the orgasmic plateau His exorcism of demonic semen had produced and now was filled with a burning need both to educate and proselytize.

"The most obvious reminder of our direct deep connection to mother from inception but also recognized in some scientific circles as a pertinent pointer producing percentile possibilities predetermining pregnancy." 

Alive shivered orgasmic-ally and dribbled from urethra and nipple in utter supplication. Daddy Bills P's where equally as stimulating as the Hatters. Her tremors were still manifest as the umbilical dip piercing was completed and a wonderfully simple curved barbell, replete with necessary ring adornment glinted under Father William's guiding hand.

"The clitoris, an often culturally demonized glans that erect represents the very hiatus of female erogenous being."

Bill had clipped a heavy set of forceps on the engorged nub of pleasure and their weight distended the fleshy outcrop to its full glory. The actual operation was simple. Pincushions clitoris was large and protruded from beneath its hood proudly. The sixteen gauge vertical ring that Bill had wisely decided upon looked quite magnificent laying across the swollen inner labia lips. As an afterthought Father William quickly inserted a Christina in matching scale. 

Bill moved to crouch between pincushions widely parted thighs and squinted along an imaginary line that started at the pulsing nub, passed through the umbilical adornment to enter his canvases mouth. Satisfied that the geometric pattern was substantially accurate He removed His gloves and placed them across pincushions left wrist just above her tightly balled fist.

"Breathe deeply and rest My dear, you have performed quite admirably. Momentarily we will demonstrate the full efficacy of our delicate construction and you can enjoy the first full effect of eternal stimulation." 

Alice glowed. Daddy Bill would surely allow her the honor of martyring herself to His wickedly decadent passions now. Her vaginal inner walls secreted lustily at the imaginings of all the carnal pleasures to come. Nodding her head in frenzied supplication the anal hook moved against her ever tightly constricting sphincter describing delicious visions of membrane splitting intrusions.

Father William cupped Alice's chin between His right thumb and forefinger and gazed mesmeric-ally into her eyes.

"Your time of salvation approaches dear child. Do not run heedlessly to the gates of paradise, rather walk slowly and savor the full glory of all to come!"

Alice felt the tears begin to well in her eyes as His words filled her being with all the love and devotion she had previously considered to be a weakness for lesser mortals. How wondrous that time and circumstance had carried her finally to this apex of voyeuristic and soon practical sado-erotic experience. Standing at the very gates of cloying overabundance she felt totally alive and wanted nothing more than to plunge into the dark deviant recesses of Father William's faith.

Father William eyed the cut glass bottle of Absinthe posing seductively on the small three-legged occasional table by His red velvet wing chair, the last remaining vestige of an illustrious past that had led Him to the heights of canon pomp and the depths of degradation. The ground glass stopper fitted almost perfectly but even so the intoxicating scent of Anise managed to permeate beyond the seal and cajole His senses with its promise of oblivion.

"Perhaps one small glass would serve no ill."

Imogen's elation plummeted. There was no 'one small glass' in the life of an addict, as there was no limit to the need for Daddy Bills constant attention in her own masochistically inclined psyche.

'Father, don't we need to finish the exhibit first?"

Bill waved absent mindedly in Imogen's general direction but His tunnel vision had honed in on the awaiting sugar cube strewn absinthe spoon atop a very effete looking glass reservoir goblet.

"Please Daddy Bill just a few moments longer."

William moved the spoon just long enough to pour the magically rose tinted liquid into the glasses waiting bulb. The redness came from the addition of hibiscus flowers during distillation and raised the product from just mind numbingly alcoholic to overpoweringly sensually intoxicating. 

"I so want to see the girls fully animated."

Imogen was getting whiny in the hopes of drawing a response from Daddy Bill, if only a meager repetition of her earlier sewed lips.

William had replaced the spoon atop the goblet and was slowly caressing iced water onto the momentarily absorbing sugar square. The resultant drips descended into the rouge distillation producing swirling ever expanding mists of dilution.

"Do the fucking whores yourself Imogen. Now shut up and leave Me alone!"

Bill sank into the chairs deep upholstery soon to sink deeper into the morose stupor that made all existence a constant seesaw rising and falling between Heaven and Hell.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 12



Father William slipped deeply into a purgatorial coma and Imogen started to panic. The boat races would finish soon and the grand unveiling of the new exhibit was decidedly in jeopardy. She started to consider her options and none looked very bright. Since her foreheads affair with the hammer and chisel Imogen had found thinking somewhat difficult and although she had some idea of her Mentors concept to complete it with any form of acceptability was quite beyond her dexterous skills. Moments of crisis called for solutions that dared the inconceivable and even as she urinated in total confusion a small glint of hope pried its way into her almost dormant brain. She turned to stare Alice directly eye to eye and in a whistling monotone, the best her pierced lips and dull intellect could manufacture beggared a solution. 

"Look bitch, you have two choices. Either you help me finish this exhibit or I make your ass and cunt into one large freeway for the whole Queens navy to utilize en masse."

Alice pondered the options carefully. Being gangbanged by a seething mob of sailors was quite appealing, especially if they were particularly smelly and rough. Having the largest orifice imaginable was also a plus. Being able to insert full size bowling balls and fire them at will down the lanes would be undeniably crowd pleasing.

Imogen was unusually dumbfounded. He threat had seemed perfectly balanced between positive and negative yet this hussy was teetering like a Member of the House of Representatives wondering whether to vote yes or nay on a no-brainer. In an attempt to further the discussion Imogen selected the most obviously serrated of Daddy Bills forceps and snapped them onto Alice's left nipple.

"Oh fuck baby, now your talking!" Alice's forehead was straining forward in an attempt to drive the anal hook to as yet uncharted depths of anal ecstasy and her mouth curled into a smile that reminded Imogen starkly of her now unconscious and snoring Daddy. 

"Clamp the other one you stupid whore."

Without a thought Imogen obeyed the clear concise instructions and stood silently head bowed to await Alice's retort of thanks or rebuke.

"OH BABY!"

Alice was far to close to utter climactic oblivion to pay any attention to anything but the last desperate stretch needed to plunge from the precipice where she teetered to the orgasmically turgid waters below.

"FUCK ME YOU STUPID WHORE!"

Imogen looked around frantically for some aid in her appointed task and settled on the robust Bavarian sausage that had awaited Father William's dissection and consumption for post Episcopal lunch. Alice's protestations had reached the pitch where further consideration was verging on cruel and unnecessary punishment so Imogen presented a convex end to its sopping target and thrust wholeheartedly. 

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."

The flood gates that had held the intense pressure of Alice's considerable fluid reservoir disintegrated in an expulsion of such magnitude that Imogen had to brace herself to avoid being washed away by the seemingly unending stream. Every wave forced the rapidly dissolving Aryan lunch to virtual escape but gritting her teeth and zipping her tongue Imogen pushed the meat plug back into the yawning cavernous depths. 

Alice's eventual decision was esoterically textured but driven by a practical need. Her pulsing vaginal muscles had so pulverized the Bavarian penetrative that the thick skin had split and her being was in imminent danger of being impregnated with a mixture of Germanic fervor and self produced lubricant. 

You want my hands. I need your tongue!"

The remark might have seemed ambiguous to the less carnally aware, but Imogen possessed, even in her post procedural condition, an excellent grasp of perversion and set about a deep and expansive rooting within Alice's procreative anatomy. Alice for her part tried to remain suitably aloof and concentrated her rippling muscles on pushing any alien matter to a point accessible to Imogen's pleasingly thorough cleansing. After a few minutes Imogen was able to reappear from the shadows with only the slightest trace of meat smeared around her lips or trapped between the steel armature of her lingual augmentation. 

Detached from her hair the anal hook released from Alice's tightly gripping sphincter with a satisfying pop and once Imogen had removed the cute leather bracelets from her wrists Alice lowered her feet to the floor. Obliged to lean awhile on the gurney whilst her thighs ceased convulsing Alice proudly celebrated the uncorking of her rectum in the socially proscribed fashion. 

"Nice one!"

Imogen giggled quite captivatingly between sucking her teeth clean.

"Thank you for helping us. Father William sometimes gets sidetracked from His work."

Alice glanced over at the snoring master anatomical manipulator and nodded sagely.

"He certainly is a genius. A great artist, but a little flawed emotionally."

Alice's rectum was still bubbling in the background and reminded her to be a little less judgmental.

"Perhaps He just marches to a different beat of the drum."

"It seems with a lot less fanfare than you produce!"

Alice smiled. Imogen wasn't the curtain rail she appeared at first glance.

"Let's get this exhibit orchestrated."

"Like a band of sisters!"

Alice kissed Imogen long and hard on the lips.

Oh you taste good spice girl!"

Pincushion had watched the whole interaction with a mixture of hope and fear. Hope that perhaps she had some chance of reaching her true professional potential, fear that she would now simply be a second rate and soon forgotten side attraction eventually discarded to the carnie graveyard.

Alice squatted in the spot she had seen Daddy Bill occupy and looking past pincushions well spread vagina began to perceive the mastery of the plan.

"Oh yes, Daddy your a fucking one hundred proof genius!"

The irony of that remark wasn't lost on any of the participants in this soap opera and all chortled girlishly.

"I need piano wire, forceps, medical pliers and tiny wire clamps."

Imogen sighed contentedly. Perhaps this interloper had the makings of more than just another easily replaceable exhibit. 

Alice was always good with her hands. Long fingers, short nails, a combination that allowed for deep penetration without any danger of unfortunate snags. She took great pride on her ability to insert a hand almost entirely into her own anatomy, ball the fist and punch herself to carnal oblivion. On this occasion it was pincushion who felt the benefit of the dexterous manipulations. The first connection needed to be made to the uvula ring but the jaw spreader made access quite simple. It would simply be a case of threading the eye and Alice had repaired so many ripped panty gussets to be quite adept at that operation. 

Pincushions mouth seemed painfully dry and being the kindest of souls Alice immediately dribbled a large portion of her own valuable spittle onto the waiting tongue. Watching the moisture spread across the velvet surface was distinctly erotic, doubled by the Imogen's persistently probing finger stroking her urethra. Captivated by the moment Alice french-ed pincushion hard and deep then continued with the delicious intertwining. Uvula to tongue was simplistic, tensioning the connecting wire just the correct length to allow a little movement laterally, but not too loose to allow longitudinal flex. 

Tongue to navel was a little fiddly. At first Alice drew a straight line between the rings but this caused pincushions tongue to be flattened almost totally and gave her face a most unfortunate expression. A moment of consideration and Alice divided the wire to pass separately through each nipple ring before rejoining at the navel, creating a taught raised diamond glinting against pincushions skin. Just for confirmation Alice plucked the two separated strings and was delighted to hear two perfectly matched g sharps ring out harmoniously. 

Alice bent over a little to conjoin the clitoral ring and in the process spread her thighs sufficiently to allow Imogen to slip a whole hand into the now sopping interior of her vagina. The rhythmic fisting that followed did much to enhance Alice's studious manipulations. 

Imogen and Alice stood silently in awe. Finally the work of art that was pincushion had been laid upon the pedestal in preparation for the oncoming frenzied crush of the expectant crowd. 

"You think He would approve?"

Alice spoke quietly, hesitantly, hoping above hope that the little she had managed to accomplish would honor a conception of such significance as to change the course of human adornment forever.

"It's fucking brilliant!"

Imogens few delicately phrased words filled Alice with pride. 

"Can you play?"

"Of course I can. What do you want to hear?"

Alice considered. The choices were astronomical but surely some piece would present itself to her imagination that was uniquely suited. 

"You ever heard 'Instrument for you' by the Vespers?"

Imogen smiled happily and placing her hands expertly on the wires began to sing and play. 

'Let's go walk to the top of the mountain Watch the sun creep up so slow Golden light flooding the canyon magnifying God's own glow How pure their praise appears So lovely in your ears All that I could do, be an instrument for you, playing'



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 13



The girls could finally relax. Father William was still in a stupor and needed no attention except for the occasionally cleansing of the brightly colored hibiscus vomit from His shirt.

"We had a lot of customers."

Alice wasn't really inclined to conversation but the silence was deafening after the hullabaloo of a crowded carnival.

"Oodles."

Imogen was absentmindedly pinching her clitoris in a vague attempt to get its attention.

"WE ARE AGAINST THINGS!"

"WE HAVE NO IDEA WHY!"

The chanted slogans exploded through the tents open flaps and halting Imogen's self pandering and causing Daddy Bill to convulse frantically and blow more fresh chunks. 

"What the fuck!"

"It's the tea-baggers."

"DOWN WITH EVERYTHING!"

"BACK TO THE STONE-AGE!"

Alice walked to the entrance and stuck her head outside just in time to be hit full in the eye by a baked Alaska. "Mmmmmm, nice."

The meringue and ice cream mixture was good, apart from the noticeably fishy aftertaste.

"NO FUTURE FOR ANYONE!"

"NO BURIALS FOR THE DEAD!"

Alice was confused. The small rather malignant looking crowd had gathered just outside the carnivals entrance but was in constant motion as if unsure exactly where they were going. Imogen appeared at Alice's side and licked what was left of the sweet mix from her chin. The metal tongue adornments tickled and Alice shivered with expectations of possible cunnilingual continuances. 

"Here comes trouble!"

As Imogen spoke the crowd parted and a small squat female, dressed in what could best be described as an Eskimo Dominatrix costume forced her way through. 

"SPEECH! SPEECH!"

"This will be lame. At least the lobotomy gives me a good excuse to be an imbecile!"

"We shall travel on the bridge to nowhere. We will poison the seas and oceans, we shall ignore with growing self absorption the increase of pollution in the air, we shall defend our backwardness, whatever the disaster resulting. We will ruin the beaches, we will desecrate up the burial grounds, we shall defecate in the fields and in the streets, we shall de-forest the hills, we shall never stop plundering, and if, which is quite possible, this country or indeed the whole earth was sick and starving, then our crass nature, armed and guarded by our self motivation, would still refuse to do anything but bitch and moan, until, at Gods glorious judgment, the Dark ages, with all their horrors and inequalities, return to oppress and subjugate all."

The Inuit Dominatrix stood proudly hands on hips reveling in the mobs approval.

Alice was fuming.

"That was disgustingly stark plagiarism!"

"Doesn't have an original thought in her head. Well in reality the very conception of an idea entering that vacant lot is quite the dichotomy."

Imogen staggered a little and Alice helped her back to her chair.

"Sorry, that last word quite pooped me out."

Mistress Paliqueen strode into the tent.

"Come along Bristols. Do try and keep up!"

"Sorry Mummy. I got distracted by a nice full set of testicles on the way in."

"You really need to stop being a whore Bristols. Every time I get close to being taken seriously you just have to pop another bastard out!"

Bristols looked piqued. 

"Whatever."

"Act you age and keep your legs closed."

"But you know abstinence in not realistic at all."

Mistress Paliqueen looked flummoxed.

"Abstinence means no sex!"

A little light appeared on the top floor.

"Preparation is the key Bristols. It's all about being prepared."

"Whatever, I like cream-pies."

"Then take it up the ass."

"Mummy please not in public, its embarrassing!"

Alice listened to the debate with interest. Being a great believer in the efficacy of cream-pies she had a great deal of sympathy for the young Bristols. The fact that the girl was dressed in an open crotch fur bikini exposing her jungle of matted pubic hair had no reflection on the issue but was strangely beguiling.

"I have come here today to promulgate my abhorrence of continued Episcopal dilution."

Mistress Paliqueen's eyes crossed with concentration behind her heavy horn black glasses. Imogen had recovered sufficiently from her earlier light-headedness to suckle on one of Bristols extraordinarily long and thick nipples.

"I have heard rumors of Father Williams continued deviant sermons. This blasphemy about God being caring and unprejudiced has to stop immediately. Its giving people the notion they have basic human rights." 

Alice wondered if some other Father William was in question but then decided that perhaps even her Daddy Bills brand of hellfire religion was a little too namby-pamby for Mistress Paliqueen. "Oh baby, that's so damned good."

Imogen had finished with the nipple and was now tongue fucking Bristols swimming vagina with great abandonment.

"I am afraid Father William is unavailable to see visitors right now. If you want to leave a copy of the 'Crotch Power' however I will pass it on."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Imogen's face was now totally buried in Bristols hairy gash. It looked for all intents and purposes like she was being swallowed by a bear.

"Are you fully cognitive with Tea Bagging proposals?"

Alice had a strange feeling about the question but braved an answer.

"Well not exactly."

"Oh goody, I do like introducing the weighty sac of policies to a new convert. Why don't you make your self comfortable My dear."

Alice for want of somewhere else laid meekly on the floor.

"But Mistress Paliqueen whose going to do the bagging?"

"Silly question Alice, I am always fully prepared."

Sure enough the Amazon Mistress of the North had concealed beneath her seal skin bondage suit, like a true prepper heroine, a massive strap-on inclusive of a very roomy man purse containing two enormous molded testicles.

"No one can ever say I don't have the balls for the job! These are a damned sight bigger than those salty chocolate covered ones My nemesis carries around."

Alice seriously contemplated suggesting the remark was both indelicate and insulting but as she opened her mouth to speak Mistress Paliqueen solidly sat on her face.

"Let the tea bagging begin."

Always being the good sport Alice sucked dutifully whilst keeping a weather eye on the very gnarled and hairy ass bud just millimeters from her nose. Fish diets were not to be trusted in such positions. 

Imogen had quite finished eating Bristols juices. The girl was all game and managed to squirt six times before going dryer than an Alaskan oil deposit a week after getting federal granting. 

"You want me to pierce your clitoris?"

Bristols looked for her Mummies approval but seeing she was totally occupied canvassing a prospective voter made an independent decision, probably unwisely.

"Sure, I can string along with that."

Imogen smiled mischievously at the word string and motioned Bristols into the gynecological chair. Bristols seemed amazingly comfortable. Legs wide spread and labia gaping seemed to come as naturally to her as popping out babies.

"These syrups could be a bit higher." 

Imogen happily made the adjustment and Bristols anal sphincter appeared in all its puckered glory.

"Rings for the ring!"

The spirit of father William had entered Imogen's soul. The procedure seemed so completely logical. A nice sturdy ring inserted either end of Bristols tight asshole would surely enable her to get a really good grip as she strained.

"What you going to do now?"

Imogen would have explained but the anal fist training spreader just wasn't working right and it took all her concentration to force the stainless steel end deep into purgatory.

"FUCKING BRILLIANT!"

Bristols hadn't felt this open and free since sitting on the North Pole.

The heavy tread of jackboots clomped into the tent. From her somewhat compromised viewpoint Alice's eyes couldn't see the newcomer clearly but her nose picked up the familiar scent of cow dung. 

"What going on in here?"

The voice was male, but decidedly effeminate.

"Just bagging Myself a new voter. Can you second Me Cruizerman?"

Alice watched with fascination as Cruizerman stuffed his short thick dick into Paliqueens ever ready anus.

"Two things you never fail to do Cruizerman. Talk for hours and fuck anybody and everybody in the ass!"

Bristols was beginning to reconsider her agreement. The two anal rings had seemed quite styling to her small town mentality but Imogen had the bit between her teeth and was inserting rings in every fold and flap available. Clitoris, inner labia, outer labia, hood, all were now just grist to her frenzied acupuncture passion and the weight of the combined armatures was starting to become overwhelming.

"Are you getting bored?"

The question was more ethereal than subjective but being a considerate sadist at heart Imogen paused her artistic endeavors long enough to insert three fingers deep in Bristols vaginal canal stroking her cervix. Bristols had the common decency to ejaculate long and hard.

Cruizerman had successfully creamed in Paliqueens gaping ass and not wishing to walk around all day with a slimy cock pushed the Mistress aside long enough to dip his wick in Alice's mouth having noticed it was already set to rinse cycle. Like the rest of the populace Alice was quite used to swallowing political fallout and didn't blink an eye.

Mistress Paliqueen was thoughtfully inspecting Bristols new jewelry. Something about the general appearance of metal interspaced with thick hair reminded Her of the multiple hooked lures She used for catching ornamental koy in the outdoor pond at home. Imogen took the opportunity to grasp Paliqueens strap-on firmly and slap the head against Bristols swollen tender clit. Bristol moaned loudly and urinated profusely over her mother's legs. Moved with a flush of maternal instinct Paliqueen forced her gnarled right nipple into Bristols mouth and the daughter suckled away blissfully. 

"Load of inbred fucking rednecks!"



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 14



"Sinners, you are all unrepentant sinners. You will accept the evil of your sins or suffer the consequences."

Bristols, Mistress Paliqueen and Cruizerman stood quietly in the dock, arms pinioned behind their backs with very heavy shackles connecting to their ankles. 

"The ecclesiastical right to oversight of all humanities actions cannot be questioned by mere bit players."

Paliqueen wanted to respond but was unable to speak coherently as the staples firmly keeping her bleeding lips pressed to her gums made any sounds just guttural drivel.

"You show your usual eloquence Paliqueen."

Father William's sneering tone cut into her flesh like a cat of nine tails.

"Let the clerk of the court read the charges."

Hatter stood in front of the dock in full millinery regalia. Black jacket and waistcoat, a very dapper pair of gray and black striped trousers and the shiniest mole skin top hat deliciously plumed in black ostrich worn slightly askance on his amazingly bright ginger mop.

"The defendants are jointly accused of conspiring to make the population vomit themselves to extinction by a constant display of crass stupidity, self indulgence and a total disregard of facts or figures, about religion, politics, common decency and humanity. The defendant Paliqueen is singularly charged with causing widespread panic and consternation with a sublime indifference to logic and an insistence on running for offices above her mental capacity; the defendant Cruizerman with total oblivion to the truth even though being intellectually gifted and a total disregard for anything that doesn't conform to his very small perspective; defendant Bristols with not accepting the formal position in a destitute whore house for which she is so strongly qualified and for endangering man and beast alike with the rancid locks of her ever expanding pubic hair."

"Off with their heads!"

The Red Queen had heard enough and was ready for luncheon.

"There has to be a fair trial My dear."

Unusually the King felt inclined to correct His spouses excessive haste in calling for be-headings. The Red Queen looked Him in the eyes lovingly and reaching down grasped His testicles tightly in her fist.

"Did you say something My Liege?"

The King coughed, a painful mistake in His predicament and shook His head frenziedly.

Alice had only seen courtroom dramas on celluloid or on the steam television sets that indiscriminately occupied so much space in her home universe. The rules here seemed to follow much of the same practices. Father William as the prosecutor was the star attraction and bestrode the area immediately before the accused dock with panther like pride and fierce attention. The Judge, whom Alice had never had the pleasure of meeting before, sat upon a high dais invisible from the waist down surrounded as he was by heavy and beautifully carved paneling on three sides. His Lordship was old looking, but serenely calm and carried His heavy flowing white powdered wig with a dignity obvious to all. 

No defending attorney seemed to be present. This might have explained the black cap already sitting on top of His Lordships tight curls. The two bailiffs wore very cute outfits, not dissimilar to a french maids, except their heads were decorated with small powdered hair pieces instead of the customary lace cap and their pristine aprons were richly embroidered with Masonic symbolism. As one stooped to retrieve a renegade court document Alice was most gratified to observe that open crotch panties were still de rigueur. 

"Call the first witness."

Alice was amazed. Pincushion was paraded on a gurney twice around the courtroom to much applause to finally lie glinting on the witness stand.

"Your full name?"

"Willow Paliqueen."

A ripple of amazement ran about the courtroom like a Mexican wave.

"Occupation?"

"Beauty consultant and visually arousing sexual stimulus."

"When did you first meet the defendant Mistress Paliqueen?"

The Judge coughed loudly and beckoned Father William to join Him momentarily. They proceeded to talk in hushed tones for several minutes until having obviously reached some form of understanding Daddy Bill returned to His pacing.

"I withdraw the last question on the grounds that it was imbecilic!"

"Here, here."

The whole court responded as one.

"Please give a full, but brief statement of your relationships with the defendants."

"Mistress Paliqueen is my mother and Bristols my older sister. Both are bitches and deserve to be ass fucked with a razor sharp over-sized dildo."

"Here, here, then of with there heads!"

The Red Queen released Her spouses balls just long enough to maliciously point at the female defendants. The Red King breathed for the first time in several minutes. 

"Such wonderfully attractive propositions aside, could you expand on their particular faults as role models in your development."

"Mommy would punish me terribly if I didn't suck on Her tits whenever She wanted. I didn't mind occasionally but it was very embarrassing at high school. Bristols wasn't a bad role model if you consider servicing cock the main purpose of existence."

"You don't consider cock worship a suitable occupation for a young girl?"

"Oh yes Sir, decidedly, but I like cunt in equal measure too!"

"Your sister doesn't share your bisexual proclivities?"

"She does now. Soon as she realized that all men are fuckwits and dildos are bigger and better and don't give you babies she quite changed her tune."

The Judge gave out a groan and settled back in His chair. Alice wasn't sure if maybe Cheshire was on His lap. Whatever the root causes His Lordship studiously and contentedly stroked away.    

"I have recently had the pleasure of assisting your spiritual growth."

"Oh fuck yes. My clitoris is so tender 24/7. So grateful to you for saving me My Daddy Bill. I just await the final baptism in Your holy jiz."

"My Lord I feel a short adjournment might be mutually beneficial."

"Agreed, bailiffs clear the court. There will be a thirty minute adjournment for legal wrangling."

Alice followed the milling crowd out of the courthouse as Father William and the Judge commenced to probe the groaning Willow in a deep and unequivocal spit roast. 

The square in front of the courthouse was bustling. Being Wednesday tomorrow it was of course election day, again, the many small and fractious political organizations attempting to sway voters with promises of everything and anything. Alice enjoyed a good debate as well as the next person and wandered between the stumps absorbing a few lines of aural cocaine here, a few shots of verbal morphine there. Having a reelection every seven days came with certain limitations. Since the adoption of democracy some 250 years previously Wonderland had seen no political change whatsoever. The thirteen thousand governments so far elected had failed to commit one piece of legislation to law and had become so fragmented by constant infighting that the chances of them ever gaining a consensus about anything was marginal. This of course suited the retiring Monarchy perfectly. The Kings and Queens had virtual carte blanche to do anything they wanted and a constant supply of fresh fall guys to blame for their overindulgences and ineptitudes.

Former Premieres Georgy Shrub and Billy Blythe the Third were ensconced in a place of great honor. Members of the new political 'royalty', one was a second generation Premiere, the other the jovial propagator of a dynasty.

"Y'all are enjoying your retirement Billy?"

Billy was far too busy recanting one of his favorite stories to pay any heed to Georgy.

"It seems as if your old lady is thinking of running for Premiere."

"The fucking cock sucking bitch!"

"Are you talking to me?"

Monocle Le Winkle released Billy's long slime cigar shaped cock from her mouth long enough to take breathe.

"No darling, talking about my dyke wife!"

Billy stroked Monocles hair gently and pushed her back down for more dick-tasting. 

"Can I have your autograph please sir?"

Alice asked pensively not sure if such a request would be considered apropos. Billy smiled serenely pushing his index finger deep into her cunt and then like a true connoisseur sniffing the fine aroma.

"You're a cute little thing."

Blushing Alice curtsied awkwardly and was about to thank her generous hero when Monocle came up swinging.

"He's mine you little whore."

Before she quite knew what was happening Alice was flat on her back with Monocle sat astride her chest with two handfuls of hair.

"Bitch fight, woohoo!"

Georgys wild Texan rebel yell attracted a good crowd immediately.

"Use your nails!"

Billy was trying to be helpful distracted as he was by the sight of Monocles very ample thonged ass wobbling like two mounds of jelly during an earthquake. Alice managed to get Monocle in a bowling drip, two fingers in her vagina and a thumb in her ass, rolling her to the left and reversing the frenzied ride.

One, two, three, four."

The crowd had starting chanting as a single voice.

Five, six, seven, EIGHT!'

Alice had raised her free hand above her head and was working the ride for every point. As the buzzer sounded three clowns forced their way through the crowd, two distracting Monocle with bags of cheddar cheetos the third helping Alice successfully dismount and retrieve her bull rope. Alice bowed in receipt of the mobs adulation and received a nice hard goose from both Billy and Georgy. 

"Court is returning to session!"

One of the bailiffs had appeared at the courthouse entryway to make the announcement. The crowd with Alice in tow trailed back to their seats.

The in camera examination of Willow had been thoroughly expansive as witnessed by the gaping orifices that were exposed as she crawled on all fours around the courtroom sucking each and every cock that was offered to her eager mouth. Her progress was witnessed by the distinguishable trail of semen left in her wake, her faces rapidly growing encrustation of residue seed making her once smooth skin seem wrinkled and pitted. 

Bristols and Mistress Paliqueen had both been moved to the witness box, their nipples clamped with large crocodile clips joined by cables to fully blossoming pears of anguish thrust in their vaginas. From thence the cables traversed to a fascinatingly contrived control box on a small table set in front of the stand.

"I will be treating these two defendants as hostile witnesses!"

With a flourish Father William rotated the two dials on the control unit to the right causing both Bristols and Mistress Paliqueen to convulse then squirt voluminously onto the polished wooden floorboards. 

"Clean up in aisle two!"

The speaker announcement seemed somewhat out of place in such somber surroundings but no one seemed at all surprised at the sudden appearance of a janitor pushing a cart loaded with cleaning materials. 

"This trial is a travesty!"

Paliqueen had just sufficient self control left to interpose between stapled lips.

"The defendant will remain silent unless addressed directly."

Alice had to this point in time failed to recognize the Judge by either appearance or demeanor but the tone of his voice suddenly struck a chord.

"I deserve some respect!"

Father William was beginning to turn a vivid shade of empirical purple. Paliqueens interruptions were seriously distracting to His still absinthe befuddled consciousness. 

"You won't silence the Tea baggers. We are prepared for Armageddon."

William reached into the janitors cart and withdrew a large wooden handled rubber toilet plunger. Taking careful aim He enclosed the annoying mouth and nasal aperture and with a quick push accomplished a good suction seal. Paliqueen struggled for a few minutes flopping around like a grounded trout before succumbing into satisfying silent oblivion. The court applauded to a man with probably the loudest cheers coming from Bristols and Willow who ceased her all consuming fellatio marathon for a few brief moments.

"The matter before the court is far more serious than some simple resolution of age old issues. Questions of social morality, ethics and religious observance are best left to the inscrutable consideration of old father time. The passing whims and practices of the present inhabitants of Wonderland or indeed any other realm, with apologies to our own noble Sovereign, make little difference in the unraveling of eons."

The courthouse salivated open mouthed at the sumptuousness of Father Williams oratory. Eyes burning like Northumbrian beacons forewarning of pagan assault He stood astride the hallowed chamber verily a colossus of intellect and reason.

"We judge today the question of freedom. Simple put the allowance of the sick to be infirm, the evil to be cancerous, the depraved to be disturbing. Before you standing in the dock awaiting judgment are the refuters of any considerations except their own. Willing to use, disembowel, crucify, vilify but unable to propagate, erect, enlighten or emancipate. The ghouls of negative; the phantoms of never in my lifetime; the vampires of communal persuasion; the zombies of xenophobic perpetuity."

Each phrase bought a gasp from the audience. Each spat catechism a repelling shudder. Like blunt needles probing exposed nerve endings Daddy Bills consonants and vowels thrust into defenseless flesh.

"And do these perpetrators of self-righteous intellectual castration refrain from promulgating their unholy desires and perversions whilst condemning to the executioners scaffold yours?"

Spinning like a dervish arms outstretched Father William sucked whole world into the vortex of His terrible logic.

"Beelzebub I accuse thee!" Spawn of Satan I expose thee! Vile fallen angel I reject thee with thy apostles of unholy worship!"

With steady hands and firmer conviction Father William cranked the power. Paliqueen in her state of smothered repose simply danced a marionette like mazurka as the jolts of power surged from her demon cunt to her frazzled teats. Bristols sparked. Her face illuminated with a thousand orgasms, cascading ever faster into an endless repetitious cycle of ultimate climaxes. 

"Sweet penitent torture, the salvation of Torquemada, cleanse their bodies and spirit of the unholy host of the Teabag and return them to loose leaf Heaven!"



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 15



Alice awoke with a dry mouth and a soaked pussy. Gingerly opening her eyes for fear of what new surreal adventure might unfold she was almost disappointed to see her own study bed where Felicia and Irene lay collapsed in comatose sleep with a large double headed dildo still conjoining their gaping vaginas. 

"Got to piss and get rid of this cotton mouth."

Her statement caused no reaction from the girls and not wishing to disturb them yet Alice rolled from the beanbag and slowly crawled towards the bathroom. As good fortune had it her path passed the glass topped table with the one remaining line of coke. It beckoned and not being someone to ignore fate she pushed her right nostril to the glass and inhaled deeply. 

"God damn this is good shit!"

Suddenly the need to urinate came second to a burning fire in her crotch, a blaze than only immediate carnal attention would quell. Turning with some difficulty she managed to raise herself onto her knees and from thence to a very wobbly standing position.

"Something feels very odd."

Ignoring her sudden need to say everything out loud she reached down and around to her ass bud. 

"What the fuck!"

Her hand rested on the base of a prodigiously sized butt plug. Carefully, with a twisting motion to free the seal between it and her sphincter she slowly bent forward and pushed with all the power her anal muscles could muster. The plug slid out slowly until it cleared her ring with a resounding pop. 

Alice eyed the beast with great interest. Red in color and very bulbous the plug glistened with a thick film of her own mucus. Turning the monster in her palm she noticed a fine line of slightly raised print around the deeply curved base announcing 'Property of the Queen'. 

"That's very strange!"

For some reason she found herself grinning wantonly as she staggered the few steps back to her friends entangled bodies remembering to pick up the large tub of petroleum jelly ever available in her vicinity. Her investment in the under bed bondage restraints was fully justified. The cuffs fitted easily and snuggling around the two girls wrists and ankles and a little careful adjustment to length ensured they would be quite surprised on awakening at their total immobility. Fitting the ball gags took a little more patience. Alice didn't wish to waken them till the tableau was complete so allowed the time for jaws to open naturally in repose. Happily both girls had worn the items often enough to accept their insertion without any disturbance to their slumber. Alice eyed the beckoning pair of anal buds and tried vainly to make a choice. Irene's sphincter was very familiar, tight but yielding, always wonderfully swollen and ready for insertions. Felicia was a little more of a mystery. Alice had pounded her a few times but had never had the chance to for a truly close inspection. The sphincter was more oval than round. Obviously very tight and had a delightfully whimsical puckered smile. Without thinking Alice brushed her finger across the velvet skin and was amazed to see what could only be described as a wink respond.

"Its definitely your lucky day asshole!"

Laughing at her own unintended wit Alice twisted the top from the lubricant jar and inserting two fingers withdrew an over adequate dollop of penetrative 

elixir. Allowing time for the jelly to warm a little from her body heat she then spread it generously across the awaiting recipient which seemed to almost lick its lips in genuine anticipation. Placing the pointed tip against the target Alice rotated the monster in her hand spreading the lubricant smoothly and at the same time ensuring the orifice itself was free from any self-adhesion. Felicia moaned a little yet slumbered on in post coital coma. Alice watched in fascination as automatically Felicia's cunt started to suck frantically on the still fully inserted double dildo like a starving baby at its mother's gushing teat. 

"GOHHHHHH GUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Felicia was suddenly wide awake and the enormous plug was firmly embedded deeply in her now torn ring. Alice carefully collected the rouge stained petroleum jelly from the fine contusion and waved a bloodied digit in Felicia's face who immediately began to gnash on the ball gag with some alarm. Something in Alice's expression indicated things would get a lot bumpier before this session was over. 

Irene had finally awoken and was attempting to take in as much as possible from her bound position. Reaching down Alice loosened the gag in her mouth just enough to push it down over her chin.

"What the fuck Alice, you jealous or something? Felicia and me was just messing till you joined us."

Alice looked at the pretty mouth as it enunciated, watched the swollen lips sneer slightly and the pierced tongue dart between cum covered teeth. Not wishing to waste such a pretty receptacle she quickly squatted over Felicia's face and pissed long and hard down her throat. The poor girl gagged several times before realizing her only option was to swallow every drop as fast as possible. Alice allowed herself to settle tight against the sodden face looking to grind out an orgasm before her urethra closed. Irene dutifully pushed her tongue as far into the smothering cunt as was linguistically possible, the tip reaching so far as to brush the last few drops of urine from Alice's still twitching pee hole. Alice climaxed with great gusto and a very contented sigh.

The double dildo was still caught in Irene's tight cunt lips, the silicon shaft covered in a slick sheen of the two girls combined juice. Alice wiggled the flexible shaft just enough to make Irene's labia swell and gape exposing the dark inner walls she loved so much. Removing the dildo Alice inserted her middle three fingers to the knuckle. Irene's tongue redoubled its efforts at licking Alice's cunt dry penetrating so deeply to almost reach the cervix. Alice gasped and pushed in her final digit and thumb to fully test the ring muscles capacity. Irene wriggled in excitement, she knew what was coming next, the fisting from hell.

Alice's hands were not particularly large, certainly her fingers, especially the middle one were above averagely long but all in all they were of regular female size, however she had found that her fondness for tennis had one interesting effect. When she gripped her right hand tightly the muscles so rigorously worked on during her practice sessions made the circumference of her hand more like that of a boxer than a lady. Fisting was now a thoroughly daunting experience for the lucky recipient and could by the same token explain the tendency towards lesbianism of female tennis professionals.

The broadest part of the span was tight against the ring muscle. Alice rotated her arm right and left allowing the lubricant to seep deep into the interior and also for Irene to prepare herself for the big push. Reaching upwards with her left hand Alice pushed the ball gag back into Irene's open mouth, making sure it parted her teeth wide and depressed the wagging tongue.

"GUCK! GUCK! GUCK!"

Alice's span breached Irene just avoiding a tear and suddenly the arm was buried almost to the elbow, fingers jammed against a rapidly rippling cervix. Carefully, avoiding unnecessary scraping with her long nails, Alice curled her fingers one by one around her thumb feeling the span of her hand expanding to totally encompass the area of Irene's vagina.

"GUCK!"

These responses were becoming somewhat predictable so to vary them Alice rammed three fingers of her left hand into Irene's unsuspecting and unprepared ass.

"GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH."

Alice smiled the satisfied smile of a linguistics coach successfully obtaining the perfect accent from her pupil. Slowly Alice began withdrawing her fist, knowing that before it could escape completely it would be stopped by the bony protrusions of the pelvis. Sure enough her wrist was now gripped tightly by Irene's ring muscle and the vaginal canal devoid momentarily of total penetration was quivering nervously. Alice waited, allowed the suspense to mount, relaxing the muscles of her hand sufficiently to allow a little slackness to come between fist and vaginal wall momentarily.

"GUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKK".

Alice thrust her fully tensed fist deep into Irene's innards till the knuckles contacted her quivering cervix, almost punching through to the womb. Curling the three fingers of her left hand against the anal canal wall for grip Alice began a slow steady piston stroke with her right. The suction from Irene's cunt was unbelievable and it took concentration to keep the rhythm steady against such pressure. 

Felicia was feeling a little left out. The plug in her ass had her stretched to bursting, she could feel the dribble of blood oozing from the fresh tear in her sphincter and the sensation was doing nothing to calm her need for serious and immediate painful attention. Alice managed to push her knee hard into Felicia's windpipe causing partial asphyxia and a delicious squirt of urine to arc from her urethra as her legs jerked in per-comatose ecstasy. 

Alice wanted to cum. Fisting Irene had got her juices flowing and she needed something or someone to push her over the edge. The idea came to her suddenly and the combined simplicity and brilliance totally blew her away. Continuing to fist Irene freestyle Alice removed her left hand from the now gaping asshole and retrieving the double dildo from where it was lying dormant between Felicia's thighs forced it between the girls lips and into her mouth. 

"Grip it with your teeth bitch!"

Felicia was just about capable of understanding as Alice eased the pressure on her windpipe just a hair and with a the little adjustment needed positioned her aching orifice over the reverse end sitting hard and deep onto the now beautiful angled jelly dong. 

"FUCK YEAH."

Alice ground her gaped labia around Felicia's mouth with great abandon the friction cajoling a steady drip of urine to leak from her urethra and soak Felicia's cheeks and hair. When she came she squirted hard, once, twice, three times and felt Felicia buck under her as the scent and moisture from her expulsions infiltrated the girl's trapped nasal cavities. 

Irene was beginning to go into convulsions. Alice's fist was punching her cervix hard at every thrust and the continuous eruptions of climax after climax had placed an invisible pair of hands around her windpipe and squeezed every last atom of oxygen from her body. Her head thrashed from side to side as a stream of guttural obscenities spilled from her semi consciousness. Alice thrust once more as hard as possible, punching up and through and reaching for the ovaries beyond the pulsating bottle neck that blocked her total penetration. Irene's reaction was to virtually bite through the much abused ball gag still clenched between her teeth and then with eyes rolled backwards into her head pass from this universe into the realm of total erogenous over stimulation. 

Snatching her now sanguine stained fist from Irene's gaped and tremulous orifice Alice collapsed sideways as her own cunt drew every ounce of remaining energy from her body into an orgy of multi-orgasmic frenzy. She came to rest face deep in Felicia's groin and with her last act of awareness before slipping into sated slumber bit hard on the swollen clitoris presented between her teeth. Her face was rewarded with an immediate shower of hot salty excretive.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 16



The car finally pulled over the crest Looking Glass Hill and Alice, eyes fixed on the valley below, breathed deeply. The school looked exactly the same. Some things never change short of destruction and such a stroke of good fortune for adolescent girls and humanity in general was still forthcoming.

"You went to the Peirce Academy Ma'am?"

Alice shuddered just a touch. It was common practice now for servants to address their employees without permission, something that in her youth would have been totally frowned upon. William the Chauffeur was good enough at his job, didn't get involved in accidents, didn't get lost and kept the fleet spotless but still his manner was somehow, well, condescending almost.

"I did William. Over forty years ago I left Pierces' and married Sir Charles within the space of a few months. College and marriage my only life experiences."

"Must be exciting to return for your granddaughter's graduation then."

Ma'am Alice spat under her breathe. Doesn't cost you anything to say Ma'am especially considering the exorbitant salary Sir Charles decided to pay you.

"I am looking forward to seeing Lydia of course."

The school was looming larger and larger and Alice wondered what had happened to the woods that used to creep almost into the quadrangle itself.

"Will you be staying the whole day Ma'am?"

Now he says Ma'am. Definitely must want something.

"It is highly likely. My son is on the board of Governors and had asked me to attend some sort of meeting."

"Well if its acceptable Ma'am I was hoping to take a quick trip to Heartstown and see my mother. Its only a few miles away. I will leave the number in case of an emergency."

"I know perfectly well where Heartstown is William. I also know exactly where your mother lives."

Williams mother was Julia, Irene's daughter. A strange girl, so quiet, so diligent in everything she did. Never did meet her husband though. Was in some kind of Regiment and spent most of his time away. Stupid male 'secret stuff' no doubt. Sir Charles had been fond of that kind of thing, anything cloak and dagger.

The Governors, Head and House Masters and Mistresses and any other dignitary that could be pulled from the rotting woodwork were lined up next to her son Jack in front of the main entrance.

"Didn't happen to pack a machine gun in the boot this morning did you William?"

"Excuse me Ma'am?"

Williams's forte was not irony. Alice smiled and steeled herself for the fawning to come.

Alice stepped from the Bentley to polite and overly generous applause. The line of 'special' people nodded a bow of acknowledgement like well-trained parakeets as Jack moved forward for the necessary greetings. Alice glanced over at the crowd of academy pupils massed behind and to the side under the watchful eye of two nuns. One of the nuns held a very familiar looking walking cane.

"Is Sister August still alive Jack?

"Whatever bought her to mind Mother? No she passed away a few years ago. Sisters Hazel and Broom are the protectors of the girls souls now."

"Not to mention their manners no doubt."

"I really don't know Mother. I try not to get too involved in day to day affairs. Do come over and meet the others. They are really excited to make your acquaintance. Even without Dads financial connection you are the most famous ex pupil."

"Sure you don't mean infamous Jack?"

Jack Diamond shook his long blonde but now graying locks and chuckled. His Mothers company was always a pleasure and a pain. She had as good a wit as he had ever heard and a knowledge of life than defied the deepest trawl. Today was going to be a challenge but if plans for the Peirce Academy were to progress then his Mothers agreement and more importantly signature was vital.

Alice finally reached the end of the line and inspected her once pristine white gloves. The right hand fingers were grimy and stained.

"I don't enjoy touching so many people Jack. That was a chore."

"They really admire you Mother, you are a heroine to them. An ex Peirce pupil who has reached the pinnacle of society. Your life is the dream of all our students."

"Dreams and nightmares Jack, they all come whether we like them or not. I want to see it. I need to see it!"

"Perhaps later Mother. We have some really important matters to attend to first. Just an hour to the graduation ceremony, just time to deal with the financials."

"Now jack!"

The voice, she used that voice. Jack shriveled inside like wet leather left in the sun. He knew not to argue unless he wanted no cooperation whatsoever. Turning to the crowd of students he beckoned Lydia to step forward.

"Lydia Grandmother wants to go to the Hat Room. Please accompany her."

Jack leaned forward a little to give Lydia a peck on the cheek and whispered in her ear.

"Don't let her out of your sight under any circumstances."

"You really don't know Me at all do you jack!"

The words cut insistently into jacks psyche as Lydia led his Mother into the main building.

The Hat was exactly were it had always been. The brown felt was dusty, the half guinea ticket in need of starch, but still the mere sight was enough to make Alice quake with emotion. 

"Why is that Hat so important Grandmother? No one here seems to understand why its kept locked up in this room like some kind of holy relic."

"You never come and look at it Lydia?"

"Well yes. I look at it through the glass. Not really allowed inside. You the only person I know who has the key combination."

"Sister August knew the combination and someone has been in here cleaning. Its dusty but not derelict."

Alice sat on her chair. It was six years since she had accompanied Lydia on her first day and the chair hadn't moved since then. 

"I think Sister Hazel knows."

"Was she the Sister with August's cane?"

"Yes Grandmother. She never seems to put it down."

Alice smiled. That cane. She knew the look. Knew the sound, knew the feel. August was a sadistic bitch, but she was His sadistic bitch.

"What happened to Sister August after she died?"

"They cremated her. She is in that urn over there."

Lydia pointed to a small shelf unit against the far wall. The unit contained a line of seven urns and room for five more.

"Room for me yet Hatter, You Mad Bastard."

"Sorry Grandmother I don't understand."

"I was talking to the Hat Lydia."

Alice recalled each moment spent in His presence, every golden word that casually dropped from His lips, the tiniest gesture and expression, but her heart was broken still.

'The hardest lesson of all Alice and the last. I have taught you, loved you, given you My every waking moment and slumberous dream. I have served you, taken care of you, made you My responsibility and My joy. You have been all and everything to Me, breathe and heart beat alike. I am leaving as sure as day becomes night. The light fades and all will end for the Hatter.

You will never forget Me, never replace Me, you will recall My wisdom, My face and body, even My eccentricities many that there are. You will talk about Me, perhaps boast at being the one, but all of that will never be enough.

I have never given you rules, have stated constantly there are no rules. I lied. There is one and one alone that cannot be changed or ignored. 

The hardest lesson, the cruelest lesson is simple. The day will come you will never see Me again. Never to hear My voice, never to see Me smile, never to know again that feeling of contentment and fulfillment only My presence brings. You will grieve for eternity and there will be no consolation. Each day you will ask foolishly why you cared so little and missed so much. But that is the human condition and cannot be changed.

You cannot catch the wind or lightning, you cannot keep mortal alive in a box in your memory.'

"Did you really know Him Grandmother? Some of the girls say He never actually existed. A phantom, an urban legend sent to excite us in our beds on cold lonely nights."

Alice let that thought play in her mind for a moment. Yes Hatter would have liked that. Young impressionable girls imagining Him in their beds.

"Yes Lydia I knew Him and He decidedly knew me, biblically! Including the passages from Sodom and Gomorrah."

Alice didn't have to see Lydia to feel her expression.

"Did you think your grandmother was a virgin?"

Alice laughed loud and hard. Laughed the way they all had done a hundred times, through good and bad, joyful and evil.

"I think I can safely say there isn't a square inch of my body has a trace of purity left at all. Hatter was thorough if nothing else."

Alice didn't know why the question popped into her head or why she thought Lydia would know the answer.

"Tell me Lydia do you know why they cut down all the trees in the old wood?"

"No idea Grandmother. Daddy said something about exterminating a rabbit that had reappeared, but that made no sense at all."

Alice jumped up off her chair and picked up the brown top hat from its place of honor. Sure enough there was a distinct ring on the glass where the hat band had touched.

"You old Bastard. Your back!"

The hat firmly held in her grasp Alice headed for the open air and freedom. 

"Mother! Where do you think you are going?"

Jack was making a halfhearted attempt to block her egress. He had always been a weak boy, physically and emotionally. Just like his father resembling a piece of origami paper needing to be shaped by somebody with talent and imagination.

"You should never have touched the woods Jack. Never interfered with His property. He will be angry and you won't like Him when He's angry." 

Jack might as well have tried to stop a hurricane in full flight. Alice bowled him over like a playing card house and strode across the quadrangle heading for the rabbit burrow.

"We filled the entrances with concrete."

"That wont stop Him."

"Mother your almost seventy years old. You cant carry on like this you will hurt yourself."

"Show some respect you ignorant wretch."

The voice was clear as it had ever been, the accent even more stilted through the constant shaping of a million conversations in an endless universe of languages.

"Your Mother looks younger than you do."

"Don't be ridiculous whoever You are."

Alice had stopped, her heart beating hard in her chest, her breathe swept from her lungs by the force of His presence.

"Do you remember Me alice?"

"Remember you? I bought your Hat!"

That laugh, His laugh. Like a peel of joyful bells from the quaintest church tower ever.

"We going to go know then Hatter?"

"Celia!"

Alice turned slowly, very slowly. Sometimes dreams seem so real and if you spin too fast they fall apart like the best sugar sandwiches. 

"Hasn't changed one little bit. Still as fresh as when we found her in the dairy."

The dairy! Alice giggled and felt everything tingle.

"Looks better than she did in Bills carnival."

"I want to sleep."

Doreen was slouched on the gravel besides Hatters feet.

"The carnival. I want some candy floss."

Jack stared at his mother, frantically rubbed his eyes then stared again. She was wearing a very short red plaid skirt, a pair of white knitted thigh highs and a blouse that barely did up down the front. Her black hair was tousled from constant physical exertion and we are definitely not talking the gymnasium sort. 

"Mother?"

"Whatever is the matter jack? Never seen a genuine Peirce Academy whore before? Time for tea Alice. One lump or two?"

"You know me Hatter, the more lumps the better."



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 17



"You know Alice I swear that hole gets tighter and tighter."

Alice pondered momentarily then realizing His meaning giggled loud and long.

"The thing is Hatter my boy decided to sleeve the thing in concrete. Thought a little sand and chalk would stop the rabbit's magic."

"Why on earth did you ever decide to call him Jack? He doesn't bear any resemblance to a real card at all. Doesn't even stack up to a cad!"

Alice giggled again. Somehow the stupidity of Hatters pun was so magnificent it became uproariously amusing. Stretching a bit she pushed Celia's face away from her vulva and resultantly poor Doreen completely lost all contact with the curved toadstool cap and landed with a thud on the grass several feet below.

"Whatever happened to the caterpillar Hatter?"

"Took up and wrapped himself in a cocoon one day and never came out. I figure all the opium he smoked stunted his growth. Eventually we rolled him across the meadow and into the boating lake. Caused quite a stir in the regatta that year. Sunk three punts like a torpedo."

Alice sighed. Somehow this nonsensical chatter meant more than any conversation that had happened in the previous forty years. Strange to imagine she had married, raised a son and a granddaughter and nothing in Wonderland seemed a day older or more importantly any wiser or more sensible.

"Why didn't you come for me before Hatter? You must have known I was waiting for you."

"Been so busy don't you know? What with the Queen being put in the madhouse and the damned politicians changing the laws daily its been hard enough to make fashionable millinery let alone plan a reunion. Everything got very ugly when Father Peirce left the carnival and managed to escape to your end of the rabbit hole. I mean we had all the lunatics running the asylum already certainly didn't need a lot of mindless freaks joining in. That Peirce was a strange cove all together. How on earth did he ever get to run your old school anyways? He was a sandwich short of a picnic at the best of times."

Celia had started laughing. Alice remembered the laugh too well and immediately took exception to the tone.

"And what's your problem bitch? Either shut the fuck up laughing or at least stick your tongue back in my cunt where it belongs!"

"Oh so fucking special are we Miss Alice? Why would Hatter think to travel and find you when He can have any pussy or ass He wants? Sure you have a nice body now you are back to how you used to be instead of that ugly old stuck up hag you became in the real world, but do you really think your carnal acrobatics are that special? Only reason we are here now is cos we need your slutty ass!"

"What do you mean? What's she mean Hatter need my slutty ass?"

Hatter didn't answer immediately as He was indeed busy trying to slide His cock back into Alice's gaping anus. Alice reached down and taking Hatters scrotum tight in her right hand squeezed just enough.

"Fuck, fuck that hurts."

"Answer me then you perverted shit! You have been in that particular tight hole quite enough for the moment!"

Just to underline the point Alice squeezed a little harder.

"FUCK! Alright let go. My balls are already black and blue from bouncing off your pubic bone thank you very much."

Alice released the twin orbs of delight but remembered to turn just long enough to slap Celia hard across the face.

"That's for calling me a hag! Now shut up and eat."

Alice grabbed a handful of Celia's mane and viciously pulled her face back down to her still flared labia.

"So come on Hatter spill the beans. If you didn't come back because you couldn't live without me what is the reason?"

"It's the Jack of Hearts. Hes going to be crowned King."

"Well you said his mother was in an asylum so that makes sense."

"Well yes but its more complicated than that, he wants to marry Willow and make her queen. You remember Willow Paliqueen? You should you helped create her!"

"But I left her with Imogen at the carnival. They were, well inseparable!"

"My dear Alice, Father Bill undid the stitching holding them together shortly after you left. That's when they went mental and drove him to plot an escape. The two girls went pegging mad!"

"Surely you mean barking mad."

"Oh no it was definitely pegging mad. Many an asshole in Wonderland bears witness to that fact, especially the Jack of Hearts. Hes a fanatic and couldn't get enough of Willows introductory penetrations. Hence the marriage of the decade in the offing."

"And its all your fault you stuck up slag!"

Celia just managed to finish the sentence between gulps of air as she labored to reach Alice's uterus with her almost prehensile tongue.

"How in hells name is it my fault? Everything was fine when I left. Jack was a decidedly cemented transsexual, the Queen was happily chopping of heads and Willow couldn't move a muscle without someone pulling a wire."

"Nobody is blaming you really Alice. Don't listen to Celia her mouth just runs away with her when shes not eating cunt."

Hatter was still manfully trying to position the head of His enormous member in line with Alice's pulsing sphincter.

"Damn it Hatter will you stop ass fucking me for two minutes. I feel like chopped liver inside. You really do need to cut down on the penile piercings. How many do you have now for god's sake? Feels like I am being buggered with a very well quilled cactus plant."

Hatter sighed deeply and rolled over fastening His pants flap as He did.

"Got a bit carried away last year don't you know. The Albert's just look so pretty and I swear the extra weight on the tip is stretching him another inch or two."

"For Fucks sake Hatter your hung like a horse now. Hasn't anybody ever told you that there can be too much of a good thing?"

Hatter thought momentarily before answering.

"Well actually no My dear, I cant remember anybody ever saying that."

Pushing Celia away Alice stood upright on the very unstable toadstool cap and putting her right ankle back into her torn and tattered panties pulled them up meaningfully.

"Well I suppose that means we have to go now then dammit, you might have let me ejaculate first! Got way to much semen swimming around down there. Feels like a tsunami in the making."

"Want a quick wank Hatter?"

Doreen had finally made it back up from the grass.

"No its fine, really, honestly, I will be quite alright, probably, hopefully, maybe, given a fair wind and a strong current."

"For pity's sake Hatter stop whining like a schoolgirl, you know that's Alice's job."

Celia just finished the b at the end of job as Alice's fist picked her up and propelled her a good twenty feet from her perch to land in a large mound of freshly laid cow dung.

"So what is the plan Hatter?"

Alice did her best to ignore the string of obscenities unraveling from Celia as she tried her hardest to disengage from the bovine fecal matter.

"First things first, the only way we are ever going to entice J.H. away from Willows poundings is to supply something bigger and better. Rumor has it that the legendary Jabberwocky Dildo of Destruction has surfaced in a curio store just outside Heartingdon."

"Fucking things a myth, no one has ever seen a Jabberwocky cock since 1492 let alone a strap on version."

"Hang on a minute, 1492? This sounds awfully fishy."

"Don't get caught up in the minutiae Alice we are dealing with matters that are far too important. We need the Dildo of Destruction and we need you to wield it!"

"1492 across the ocean blue?"

"Forget the date Alice, really doesn't matter a jot."

"Matters if you are the last Jabberwocky and Columbus cut off your tally wacker?"

Celia dove head first into the cow manure again this time under the Hatters propulsion.

"I only was saying!"

"Celia you really look like shit! Come on everyone it's a good half night's walk to Heartsville."

"Hang on Hatter you said Heartingdon before."

"Yes it's a good walk."

Hatter strode off into the Wobbly Wood with the three girls trailing some distance behind. Celia tried as best she could to wipe the residue from her hands and face using Doreen's skirt and petticoat which simply meant they both ended up stinking equally badly.

"What the fucks that smell?"

"Who said that?"

Alice stared into the undergrowth but saw nothing.

"Smells like the cow sheds on a bad day."

"Stop hiding and show yourselves."

"Bossy little slag arnt we?"

"Hatter!"

Alice yelled out at the top of her voice but Hatter was nowhere to be seen.

"You look like someone we knew you do."

The voices started to sound awfully familiar.

"Show us those udders darling."

"What? Udders? Who are you?"

The two shadows pounced like the experienced cow wranglers they were and in a second Alice's breasts were out for inspection.

"Oh yes nice and firm and milky. Nipples long and well formed, just right for the milking."

Alice couldn't move, she was pinned from behind by one shadow whilst the other rolled her nipples firmly between thumb and forefinger.

"Try pumping them a bit."

Sure enough the hands starting pulling at Alice's now distended teats with a vigorous motion.

"Lets see if I can help the flow from behind."

"Oh my!"

Alice felt her vulva open wide as the rear shadow thrust his penis into her vagina deep and hard.

"Oh fuck, FUCK."

The combination of nipple pulls and vaginal friction was just too much and Alice let go a full on squirt of joy.

"OHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS."

"Shut her mouth up please its disturbing me concentrating on the rhythms."

A large crusty and gnarled cock head bored between Alice's chapped lips and snaked into her throat.

"Gan, gis gat goo Gan?"

The taste of the helmet pistoning in her throat was decidedly familiar.

"This cow knows your flavor Dan!"

"Gete. Gou girty gucking gunt!"

"Got us both pegged now Pete, so much for the ninja disguises."

"'Ello. 'ello , 'ello, what's going on 'ere then."

Hatter had always wanted to say that and at last the perfect opportunity.

"Got us fair to rights guvn'r."

Hatter, Dan and Pete dissolved in fits of laughter just long enough for Alice to squirt another two times and gag thrice.

"I seem to remember you stealing this cow from us before Hatter, good times eh?"

Damned right good times Dan. Men were men and cows were for breeding!"

"You know the Royal Council closed our dairy."

"Heard there was a problem, something to do with not needing the milk anymore?"

"Well yes as soon as the Queen got carted off to the funny farm no one wants to bath in human milk anymore. Sad really some of those cows had been milked for years and years. Poor things look like twin zeppelins walking around now. Sure the milk bars took some of the surplus but never was the same. Special cows like this one here I am stirring have totally lost their purpose."

"So what you guys doing now?

"Poaching for our own pleasure of course. Grab a likely little muffin and milk her for our own amusement. Hang on Hatter need to concentrate a moment. Onto the short strokes."

Pete's thighs slapped against Alice's ass hard and loud in a crescendo of rapid beats until with a large wahoo he gave her a good infusion of genuine Wonderland Dairy protein. Dan never to be outdone pumped a full portion of cream directly down Alice's nicely lubed and stretched windpipe. For her part the poor cow of the hour managed to squirt hard enough to dampen Hatters boots even though He was a good four foot away. Never one for ceremony Pete ripped what was left of Alice's skimpy panties from her cheeks and wiping the goo from His gnarled mushroom head passed the soaked garment to Dan with a devilish grin.

"New kind of sloppy seconds for you Dan."

Alice had never understood why a good rogering always resulted in her needing to urinate quite so badly. Common sense would seem to suggest that the amount of liquid discharged through her orifices at virtually any sexual contact should cause a definite depletion to her fluid level. However as always she found her bladder full to overflowing and was obliged to look for a suitable place to piss like a racehorse. The obvious spot was a nice wide ditch just to the side of the patch of weeds that had been her stomping ground during the milking session.

"Don't fucking piss on me you whore."

Alice hadn't noticed Celia and Doreen in the gloom and unfortunately had already let go of an arcing stream before the warning caught her ear.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Doreen far from being upset at the fountain of urine now falling like rain directly onto her face was busily quaffing her thirst like an alcoholic in a beer factory.

"What are you two doing down there anyway?"

Alice focused through the darkness and realized that the ditch far from being empty was half filled with what looked like partially husked ears of corn. Alarmingly she also noticed that both Doreen's gaped ass and vagina had cobs inserted frighteningly deeply. Before Alice was able to make any further inquiries Hatter interceded.

"Friday today don't you know. Doreen being Roman Catholic isn't allowed any meat, so its either fish or in this case vegetables. You can't beat a bit of corn in the can after all."

"You do appreciate that that statement is as surreal as anything I have ever heard Hatter?"

Hatter smiled contentedly His duty done again!

"So you boys got anything else planned for tonight or is it just cocoa then bed?"

Alice rolled her eyes incredulously and shook the last droplets of urine from her swollen labia by heartily stamping her feet. Doreen kindly removed any remaining vestiges of moisture with a swift deep pass of her tongue.

"No particular plans Hatter unless you have any other interesting companions we haven't seen yet."

"Nope just Alice, Doreen and Celia. However I might have a little job for you if you are willing to chance your luck."

"Would this chancing result in some possible homogenization?"

"Most decidedly, yes."

"Then counts us in, Pete and I never refuse a pasteurized probability."



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 18



Willow tightened the straps holding Jack of Hearts wrists to the pegging horse till the flesh turned first bright crimson then the palest shade of blue. Normally the recipient would be expected to react vocally in some way but the insertion of a pair of her freshly soiled panties before the usual ball gag completely silenced any lamentations from being more than a slightly annoying murmur.

"Some fucking Prince you are you dirty fairy!"

Jack got off on this kind of verbal abuse and to be honest Willow found the expression of her true feelings towards her soon to be husband quite cathartic.

"Good job your subjects cant see you now with your asshole begging for dildo and your cock in a nice tight chastity cage."

Willow gripped Jacks already tight scrotum in her hand and squeezed till his rectum almost turned inside out. Taking the open opportunity she pushed the rubber hose a good ten inches into the depths before squeezing the bottle of soapy water hard enough to ensure a thorough cleanse. Willow was very proud of her collection of strap on attachments and the mere thought of them being tarnished by this whale's foulness was too much to bare. 

"let's leave that to percolate for a few minutes shall we?"

The plug pushed into Jacks orifice quite easily ensuring a good tight seal. Willow sat on the stool immediately in front of Jacks very red and swollen face and calmly started to manipulate her heavily ringed clitoris.

"You do know your dirty cock is never getting near this honey pot again don't you? I would rather be fucked by the grimiest tramp in the sewers than by you."

Jack was obviously in some discomfort as his penis tried to swell in its confining cage with nowhere to go.

"Guard!"

Willow waited for the guard whom she had particularly requested be posted by the dungeon door to approach close enough for Jack to clearly see his naked erect cock.

"Now Jack this is a cock to be proud of. Much bigger than your little twig and so thick and heavily veined."

In order to make her point even planer Willow stroked the guards ample manhood with the fingers of one hand whilst fondling his twin gems of plenty with the other palm.

"Jacky boy want a good stiff cock in his asshole does he?"

Willow had no difficulty making the words sound disdainful in the extreme. She had no intention of allowing Jack to feel any real pleasure this evening except the twisted form he got from being ridiculed and cuckolded.

"Mister Guard has a very thick long curved cock. I bet your ass would scream mercy as it got properly rammed. Balls feel full up too. Want a nice bowel full of guard cream?"

Jack had started salivating to such a degree that the drool was dripping from the bottom half of the ball gag like a badly adjusted facet. 

"Maybe we should open the box for Mister Guard and let him take a spin of the wheel?"

This was Willows favorite part of the game and she felt the giddy rush of adrenalin as she slowly undid the latches that held the top of the large wooden box in place. Gesturing the Guard to take hold of the far two handles they lifted the lid clear and placed it leaned against the dungeon wall. The guard gasped either from pleasure or horror but to be honest Willow really didn't care. Certainly it was an interesting sight exposed to his eyes and would have made many a cock soft in a second but Willows firm grip around the base of his penis ensured a continuing erection.

"Let me introduce you to my oldest friend and ex-partner Imogen. Excuse the rudeness of her not saying hello but I had her vocal chords removed. Saves on unnecessary chitter chatter."

The Guards eyes were traveling over the exhibit with a mixture of unfathomable desire and disgust. Imogen lay on a four spoked rimless wheel, her arms and legs seemingly merging with the supports in an unholy metamorphosis. Her labia lips were laced open by use of rings strategically placed on her inner thighs and her lips equally spread through the clever use of nasal and chin rings.

"I had to amputate her legs below the knee to get the box to shut."

Willow liked giving the tour, especially when she knew Imogen was eager to be penetrated. The longer she spoke the more the bitch had to wait. 

"I can highly recommend her cunt and her ass they both have been properly scoured then rifled. Both right hand threads."

Willow was quite happy to feel the Guards cock pulse in her hand at the mention of rifling.

"She gives very good head, especially since I opened the nasal passages a little. Hardly gags at all."

Oh yes the guards sausage was throbbing nicely now. 

"So if you would like to spin the wheel we will see which of the holes gets first thrust." 

The Guard spun the wheel, not really as hard as Willow would have liked and rather predictably it stopped with Imogen's asshole and cunt perfectly aligned for penetration. The Guard thrust into the flared labia with perfect precision before proceeding to pump with all the focus he could muster.

"No, no, NO!"

Even in the throes of rutting Willows voice stopped the Guard stone cold.

"You assholes really don't understand the rules do you. The only one who gets to fuck around here is ME."

The Guards scream was actually louder than either Willow, Imogen or Jack Expected. Certainly Willows strap on dildo was thick and long and yes she hadn't bothered to use any form of lubrication, but even so they all expected a Palace Guard to take unexpected anal penetration with a certain amount of decorum. 

"You fucking wimp."

Willow had the guards love handles spiked with her stick on metal talons and was using them as purchase to get a good piston action going. Imogen for her part was moaning as much as a de-voice boxed whore could manage as the Guards goodly sized wanger stroked her rifled interior. Jack, poor Jack was weeping and ejaculating at the same time watching the scene of perfect cuckold heaven unravel before his eyes. Even in the tight confines of the steel chastity device his scrotum managed to pump watery semen along his double folded flaccid penis and to fall stickily onto the floor below.

It was about this time that the motley crew, meaning Hatter and his entourage of deviant companions as opposed to the rock band of the same name reached the outskirts of Heartsville. The confusion over the name was explained by a rather crude line drawn through the sign 'Heartingdon' in red paint with 'Heartsville' crudely scrawled below.

"Now remember everyone, when we get to the Raj Emporium leave all the talking to me. You girls pay no attention to the owner whatsoever, in fact you had better put cotton wool buds in your ears."

Alice looked to Celia and Doreen for some form of explanation, but obviously Hatters words were as much a mystery to them as to her.

"That smells like Curry." 

Celia managed to form the few words between the high pitched screams coming from her mouth. Alice of course remembered the pungent odor from her culinary machinations as an awful cook and far worse paying customer.

"Smells like a mix of piss and diarrhea to me."

Neither Pete nor Dan had any knowledge of cuisine outside the dairy aisle, certainly nothing from the sub continent.

"Just stop talking all of you. The proprietor gets very touchy about racist comments."

Alice considered throwing Hatter a question but decided now was not the time to argue especially as having to release Celia's clitoris from between her teeth wasn't on her immediate agenda having only just recently thrown her to the floor to start a feeding frenzy. Hatter just grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off like a terrier from a bleeding rat.

"No fucking time Alice, people to see and Jacks to peg don't you know! Celia's cunt will be in exactly the same spot in an hour or so and wipe your mouth, a red mustache doesn't suit you."

The Raj Emporium was both quaint and at the same time commercialism personified. The bay windows were made up of small pains of leaden glass, each one however bearing an advertisement for some wondrous hokum cure all. The shop, according to the publicity, could improve anything from penile dysfunction to all out rampant cunt rot with but the small outlay of a few coins.

This place looks decidedly bogus to me." 

The others stared at Doreen with awe. Not only had she managed a coherent, well semi coherent sentence but actually chose to speak. Normally her remarks were stunted and either on the nature and size of bodily functions or whether her orifices would indeed stretch to the size of the appendage being thrust in her general direction. Hatter gave her a hug and from his pocket drew a large and disgustingly fluffy ball gag. 

"Best be wearing this Doreen. Don't worry if is there is the slightest chance of cock you can take it off."

Doreen shrugged melancholic-ally and opened her mouth wide. To the unknowing bystander this might have appeared as willingness but had much to do with the way Pete was pushing all four fingers of his unlubricated left hand up her anal canal.

Leopold Nicholas the Eleventh was in all respects enigmatic, indeed if He had been imagined in an illustrated popular comic book His clothes might have easily been decorated with endless eroteme. Appearing from nowhere and without any obvious connections to His surroundings He stuck out like the matted fur of a pet play butt plug. His demeanor like His dress was precise and acutely formal but with a cloak that never entirely disclosed the exact nature of His origin or purpose beyond the pun-ish amusing and ironically sarcastic narrative He painted on both the canvas surrounding Him and His own eccentric and pointless existence.

"My dear Hatter how very decent of you to drop by and say hello."

The accent was clipped but the words dribbled from His mouth like honey and Alice gushed like a fountain at Fontainebleau. 

"I presume these are Doreen and Celia whom have accompanied you. Looking quite beautiful and desirable as Arthurian maidens."

Celia was dumbstruck, busy imagining Leopold fucking her ass and reciting Shakespeare till she screamed. Doreen for her part was trying to bite through the ball gag like a mouse worrying an incredibly tasty piece of cheese.

"And Pete and Dan, late stalwarts of the Dairy Industry prior to the Queens unfortunate incapacity. Welcome, welcome all."

Dan swallowed hard, saddened that it was very unlikely he would ever get the chance to lick precum from Leopold's regal mushroom head. Pete simply allowed his anal sphincter to open in hopeful penetrative submission.

"An absolute joy Leopold as always. Where is the delightful Eritha this wonderful day?"

Hatter had of course doffed His topper and bowed in a most dignified fashion unfortunately resulting in a number of items falling from His top pocket including a magic bullet that immediately began vibrating around at his feet in a frenzied fashion.

"Do introduce Me to this other young Lady. Would I be terribly impertinent to suggest she is the deliciously infamous and historically renowned Alice?"

Hatter grimaced. Leopold had that certain edge in His voice that suggested things were about to get out of hand. Notwithstanding the need to keep in Elevens good books was imperative.

"My dear Alice allow Me to present Leopold Nicholas the Eleventh."

Leopold boldly took Alice's offered right hand and pressed His lips to it generously. Their eyes met and Hatter waited for the certain explosion.

"Dearest Alice it is indeed a fortuitous moment for Me to meet the object of such rumor and intrigue. How pleasant to recognize you are indeed being as beautiful and desirous as all have reported." 

Hatter could smell the moisture welling between Alice's labia lips and her nipples were making a strong effort to pierce through her brassiere and blouse.

"That's all well and good but I really need to talk to you Leopold."

The Eleventh ignored Hatter completely and started to kiss the tips of Alice's index and middle finger whilst holding her eyes in His mesmerizing stare.

"It is said in the East that the first and second fingers of the right hand represent the legs. By kissing the tips I am in actuality kissing your toes."

Alice's eyes had reached the size of saucers and her mouth was as open as a Parisian whore fella-ting an elephant. Eleven moved His lips to her distal joints.

"Feel how My lips devour your ankles in utter passion."

Hatter realized that any interference was pointless and starting to fall under the recitation spell Himself began rubbing His own erection through His Harris Tweed Trousers. Alice was trembling, not unlike a fruit jelly just released from its mold and as Elevens lips moved again she let out little whimpering noises like a kitten being lapped by its mothers tongue.

"Kissing your proximal joints is as wondrous as caressing your knees. Allow Me to spread them wide."

As Alice's whimpers turned to meows Hatters hand slipped under His waistband to grip the pulsating swollen shaft.

"My tongue is unerringly drawn between them to slide upwards to invading the waiting moist depths."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD."

Alice came in an avalanche of fluid not seen since the great flood disaster of O'Hare's Irish Tea Rooms in Chapter Six. 

"You're such a flirt Leopold."

The voice carried from the back of the Emporium with enough force to break the spell leaving all except Eleven looking slightly embarrassed although sated.

"I don't flirt you know, it is just the way I am."

"I know dear I was just pulling your leg. You really do need to stop stealing lines from moving pictures though!"

Eleven looked unnecessarily hurt at the mere suggestion of plagiarism.

"I might have thought of it first you know!"

Eritha Cusrube-Cula was astoundingly beautiful. Tall, elegant and with an amazingly luscious bust line she lit the room with joy as she pushed the ever available wheeled bucket into the room with her mop handle. She gently move Alice till she was propped up against a handy counter and began to sterilize the sodden floor with a good strong bleach solution.

"Close your mouth and take your hand out of your trousers please Hatter. Makes it difficult to do clean up if the rest of you continue dripping excreta onto the floor."

Eleven gave Eritha a big peck on her cheek and helped as best He could. Whilst not the most practical of partners He was occasionally adept at the odd menial task.

"Hatter bought these charming people to visit dearest. Was just saying an old fashioned hello to Alice when she sprung a leak."

"Its quite alright Alice I totally understand. Eleven has quite the way of extracting liquid from almost any opening."

The aside was accompanied by the largest stage wink Alice had seen since a Christmas Pantomime production of Aladdin at the London palladium in Eighty-five.

"Very nice to meet you Eritha I am sure.'

Alice even managed a very wobbly curtsey as she spoke.

"No need to curtsey to me my dear I am just the queen of mud."

Both Eleven and Eritha laughed hugely at this remark but of course as with all in jokes no one else understood.



Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 19



"You know it was my Leopold who showed Hatter how to make tea."

Eritha had sat Alice, Celia, Doreen and the two Sheds-men at a large oval table in her kitchen already set with a wonderfully rustic brown earthenware tea service.

"Poor Hatter had still been trying to brew dandelion leaves. When dear Leopold successfully cultivated the first cutting of Camellia Sinensis it completely captivated Wonderland and when He included a spoonful of THC in every caddy His fame and influence were ensured." 

Alice drained the last drip from the very shapely Double D sized cup and smacked her lips happily.

"Do you have any snacks?"

"I got some snacks Alice."

Celia climbed up onto her chair, lifted her skirt chest high and exposed the slightly tufted lips of her cunt in Alice's direction. 

"Don't need hairs in my teeth thanks you fucking whore."

For some unidentifiable reason that sounded incredibly funny and the whole table dissolved into fits of giggles. Doreen laughed so hard she literally pissed herself whilst Pete and Bill took turns rimming her winking ass eye. 

"This is Leopold's favorite blend. We named it the "Good morning English Wood'. Guaranteed to give you an excellent rise and very refreshing to the last drop."

Celia fell off her chair laughing but landed surreptitiously directly onto Bills just presently vacant tongue.

"Ride that farm boy phalange Celia. Go for the full eight seconds."

Alice was beginning to suspect some form of foul play and is if in confirmation a large feathered Cock crowed through the adjacent window.

Hatter and Leopold having finished some rather tedious negotiations returned to the room in time to witness the semblance of a conga line circling the table. In essence Alice was being buggered by Pete, who was being pegged by Celia, who was being tongue fucked by Bill being blown pull back style between his ass cheeks by Doreen, all to the rhythm of one two three hop.

"Good golly gosh Eritha did you forget the crumpets again?"

Leopold tried to sound stern but like the old vaudevillian He was thrust three fingers of His right hand in Doreen's gaping asshole and joined the dance.

Alice stamped her feet hard to get the last drip of Pete's overly sticky semen to fall from her gaped and raggedy asshole before pulling up the tooth floss she rather jokingly referred to as her underwear. Suddenly something new caught her attention, wafting through the air like a magical carpet of deliciousness was the smell of strong delectable vintage cheese. Her stomach rumbled mightily and try as she might a loud and high pitched salvo escaped her pursed anus.

"I do beg pardon everyone."

"Didn't hear a thing my dear child!"

Leopold dramatically raised his right knee to his chest to let one go with gusto then fell over in fits of laughter. Not to be outdone Hatter managed to light a nice expulsion of his own that Celia utilized to toast a crumpet or two.

"Really you boys and your gases, anyone would think you have sole 0wnership."

Erithas reply was extremely load and extraordinarily long, lasting her entire trip from dining room to kitchen.

"Sounds like there's fog out in the bay!" 

Leopold had no sooner spoke than he was obliged to bend double to avoid a well-aimed saucepan originating from Erithas general direction. Alice ignored the flying cook wear and stiffed the air like the well trained bitch she was. Realizing she had automatically pointed in the direction of a door that was temptingly slightly ajar she decided to investigate.

"If you're going into the cheese factory you need to put one of these nets over your hair. Got to be hygienic after all."

Alice took the black lacy item from Leopold's hand and looked at it quizzically.

"These are crotchless panties!"

"Well of course they're crotchless otherwise how would they be hygienic?"

Alice pondered for all of five seconds but deciding that the conversation was going nowhere but downhill and placed the skimpy item on her head pulling the elastic top down over her ears.

"Don't mind if we tag along do you Leopold? Will be quite like old times being with Alice in a dairy establishment,"

Leopold of course acquiesced to Pete and Bills request quite happily. Fellow aficionados of the lactose trade were always welcome and might even be willing to help with the production flow.

"You boys have a ball why don't you, Leopold already has all the smeg of mine he needs."

"Always looking for more Hatter. You do have a very rich and creamy texture."

Alice was mystified, Cheese was by far her favorite snack and she prided herself on being a bit of an expert but the turn in conversation had totally thrown her, luckily her confusion was lifted immediately on entering the pump room.

"My word Leopold how many do you have in here?"

Alice was grinning from ear to ear as she beheld what seemed like an endless line of naked men sat in chairs being masturbated by mechanical flesh-lights.

"Well Alice dear we do need a constant fresh supply of jizz to make our world renowned cock cheese. The demand from the female population of Wonderland is almost overwhelming and its popularity amongst the men of the armed forces is growing too! The boys get paid well for their donations and if they are of a suitable caliber like Hatter for example they get to be hand drained in the epicure department."

Alice wasn't really listening. The steady pumping of the mechanical flesh-lights on so many very adequate penises had quite taken her breathe way and that familiar stirring in her nymph like loins was calling her to do something very debauched.

"You will notice that as the boys ejaculate the pumping slows almost completely to ensure that the precious curds are kept nice and thick so they congeal properly around the foreskin."

"They are all uncut?"

Alice was now really excited, she adored uncut cock more than anything else in the universe.

"All as whole as when they were born my dear, European style. No kosher cheeses produced here."

A delicious shiver ran down Alice's spine as she watched one of Leopold's young naked and completely hirsute female slaves harvest from a smeg donor. The mechanical flesh-light was loosened then carefully removed from a still very erect penis.

"There is a good supply of erectile dysfunction medication in the tea the boys consume whilst on the premises."

Alice nodded her thanks to Leopold for the titbit of factuality and went back to dribbling over the now fully exposed marble like rod of wonderment. The slave carefully rolled back the goodly foreskin easing any stickiness with tiny dabs of her tongue. 

"Can you imagine! The girls pay me to work here and the waiting list is huge."

Must put in job application Alice murmured under her breathe as the slave carefully ran her index finger around the exposed gland head collecting the very ample smeg into one huge dollop to be transferred carefully to a glass petri dish marked with the donor's name. The lucky girl then got her just reward when she sucked her finger joyfully then orally moistened the rampant member before replacing the flesh-light that commenced its pumping immediately. Alice noticed a fleck of the rancid flotsam hovering on the slave's upper lip and without hesitation tongued her grinning mouth voraciously. The poor boy was so captivated by this unexpected show of debauched passion that with a jerk of both thighs and a violent tightening of his very ample ball bag he immediately released another impressive wad into the flesh-light interior.

"I must say Alice you do bring joy to this old entrepreneurs heart."

Leopold's voice was filled with such deep emotion as bring a tear to the eyes of the entire brotherhood surrounding the happy scene.

Eritha had in her usual quiet and organized fashion set up a small tasting table with the very best of the dairies wares accompanied by some suitable dry biscuits and a very vibrant burdock wine. The rounds of cheese particularly suited to the female taste were arranged on chargers at one side of the table whilst the soft spreads more to the male palate were in small leaven earthenware salt cellars opposite. Alice being ever the unpredictable vixen just had to stick a finger deep into a spread and straight into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm so good, salty cheesy and fishy, like very expensive anchovy butter."

"Well thank you my dear so nice of you to say. Leopold wanted a reminder of the flavor he so enjoyed on toast with his afternoon tea so I stuffed our young slaves cunts with the partially cured cheese. Just like making foie gras in a ducks body cavity."

"Did I hear someone mention cunt butter?"

Celia had finally come down from the effects of the THC laced breakfast tea and finding herself alone with a loudly snoring Doreen decided to follow the trail left by the steady drip drip drip of Alice's pussy into the factory. 

"I volunteered for a job here once, had the interview and everything. Was all ready to start and then some bitch called Alice decided to fuck up Wonderland!"

Knowing exactly where this conversation would go Alice decided to short circuit matters and landed a well-aimed kick between Celia's gaping labia lips. The poor girl gave a terrible groan and sank fighting for breathe to the factory floor. Alice, not being a total bitch but just possessed with the rabid PMT's immediately became terribly emotional and foolishly threw herself down to aid her suffering friend. Celia being the experienced campaigner was of course playing possum, her vulva was after all made of sterner stuff than the average slit, rolled Alice onto her back sat down hard on her face and proceeded to ride Alice's expression while her fingers pinched the smothered girl's nipples like crocodile clamps. 

Leopold and Hatter watched the ongoing face fucking with expressions of delight. Celia had the capacity to twerk and cunt grind simultaneously which presented to their view a spectacle of truly epic proportion. Alice for her part had stopped fighting against the immovable object and had decided rather to fight fire with fire and was using her tongue to try and reach Celia's tonsils from the reverse direction. The effect on Celia was breathtakingly successful in that she immediately stared squirting jets of a steaming mixture of cum and pee in arcing streams at every movement. Alice had drawn her knees up to her chest and spread her thighs as wide as possible totally exposing the scant resemblance to underwear left from her chicaneries of the last two days. Sure enough she too began to froth and jet from her blow hole in true baleen fashion. The competing streams of orgasmic fluids played together in the fading afternoon light that streamed through the factories glazed roof.

"Did you ever visit the dancing fountains at Versailles?"

Hatter pondered Leopold's remark for just a moment.

'To be honest Leopold looks more like two Las Vegas hookers laid out drunk in front of the Bellagio!"

Leopold smiled warmly at the simile and without hesitation unbuttoned his fly to commence adding his own golden shower to the mix. The first droplets of warm urine to touch the girls writhing anatomies simply drove their combined thrashing to new levels of insanity. Hatter feeling slightly left out of his own erotic construct whipped out his metal festooned weapon and swelled the torrential downpour. 

Doreen, a piss slut of world renown had been awakened by the spreading cloud of rank Mesmer promulgating from the charged mixture pooling around the frolicking crew and proceeded to lap at each and every catch point of moisture on the entwined female anatomies with the air of a connoisseur of the finest libations. Having satisfied her immediate thirst she then took Leopold's full stream square on her tongue swallowing gleefully whilst the consequential rebounding human champers splattered her face and hair.

Eritha arrived with mop and bucket in hand and a sigh on her lips. Being the longtime companion and courtesan to Leopold had taught her to never be surprised by anything that might occur in His vicinity. He was, as He oft reminded her a debauched and wicked man but in no way as virile as He was in His youth. Eritha was glad He had slowed down, orifice and patience can only take so much abuse even from the King of Fools, Thieves and Gypsies.