Alice plucked a daisy and idly plucked the petals, one by one with a sigh. She’d grown bored of sitting on the bank, her bare feet dangling in the cool waters of the brook, while her sister read. ‘It’s not even an interesting book,’ she thought to herself, having glanced once or twice over her shoulder. ‘Full of romantic notions and flowery verse. Much too polite for my tastes.’ While the title had promised randy pirates,...

Alice’s eyes lit up with joy as the cat dangled the silver key teasingly before her. Her freedom was within grasp, only, with her hands trapped behind her back, she wasn’t exactly sure how she might grasp it. “I don’t suppose you could assist me, Cheshire.” “I could,” the cat grinned. “Thank you ever so much,” Alice sighed in relief and waited. And waited. And waited, finally frowning as the cat had done nothing but stare...

Alice disappeared, or rather her reflection did, the moment the door flew open. “I had to make sure you’re not getting into trouble,” the knight announced, eyeing her suspiciously. Just then Alice recalled the words of the Cheshire Cat. ‘Something about tea and cakes,’ she thought, wondering if it was helpful advice or simply madness as so much seemed to be since she’d left the comfort of the stream bank to pursue the tin...

Alice considered hiding, only a few important details stopped her, the first of which being the lack of proper hiding places in the small cabin, the second of which being that the commotion on the other side of the door had woken the knight, and the third being that the door was suddenly forced open and she found herself standing before several of the chessman, all of which were entirely focused upon her. “Drop your weapo...

Alice didn’t have long to ponder her fate. Before she’d even finished her sigh, she heard a rattle of keys and the thump of boots. “Well, at least I shall have company,” she told herself out loud. “Perhaps it’s the captain and he wishes to explain that this has all been a misunderstanding and that I am free to go after, of course, he gifts me with a lovely new frock and undergarments and invites me to supper. I suppose, t...

“You’re such a doll. I think I’ll keep you.” Alice shivered at Captain Honeyglass’s words, squirming uncomfortably in her grip, her toes wiggling in thin air as she was lifted up until their faces were level. “Keep me?” Alice squealed softly as sharp fingernails dug into her flesh. “On a shelf. I’d take you off every morning and dress you up in pretty things. Wouldn’t you like that?” “I don’t believe that I would, your la...

Eventually, gravity settled down (as did her stomach) and she was once more right side up, positioned before the portal. ‘I wonder where I am now,’ she mused as she gazed across the lake, recalling the earlier glimpses of enormous flora and fauna from the prison cell. Upon the distant shore stood a strange looking village made up of curiously shaped towers and buildings, walls and bridges, all painted in a cacophony of ga...

Much like the buildings that made up Pheffer-on-the-nusse The Bird in the Tree was quite whimsical. Bird cages, filled with exotic looking birds with brightly hued plumage, hung from the ceiling or were set upon stands everywhere Alice looked. Many of them were either whistling or singing softly. Tables filled the room, all occupied by a variety of guests. Nearest Alice a walrus slurped oysters from a shell whilst a rough...

“You drank the tea,” Yee and Yum giggled while resting their hands lightly upon Alice’s bare thighs. “The special brew.” “Yes,” she admitted, quivering as they ran their nails idly over her flesh. “And now?” Alice wondered if they always spoke thusly, in unison, their voices blending together perfectly. “And now, sit perfectly still for us. Until it wears off, you’ll do anything anyone tells you to do. You should never dr...

Alice found herself in a very familiar setting; her father’s study, but not quite as she remembered it. Thankfully, she was wearing a dressing robe, for the idea of being naked in this most sacred of places would have left her completely flustered. ‘It is a dream, after all,’ she reminded herself. ‘And I am not suddenly returned home.’ Looking about the room, she took note of what belonged and what didn’t. Her father’s pl...

“Didn’t I tell you I’d find us a battle?” “Contrariwise, it was me, wasn’t it, who said it.” “Ain’t true!” “Most certainly is!” Alice was still laying beneath the bishop, hoping he wasn’t too badly injured (for despite his betrayal, she didn’t wish any real harm upon him) while listening to two impressively large men armed with what appeared to be very large baby rattles argue. “Logic says otherwise.” “Ouch!” one cried as...

“Please!” Alice cried as yet another almost orgasm began to build within. She’d lost count of the number or times she’s almost gone over the edge, only to be pulled back yet again. Enough that she was willing to do exactly as Nobody had claimed – beg him to release her and do whatever he wished to her as long as he would finally let her climax. “Please release me and make me- oh! Oh no. Not again!” She barely heard his ch...

Had Alice been her normal size, she might have run laughing down the garden path, stopping to push her nose into this bloom or that and inhale the wonderful bouquet of scents that they had to offer. Still, she could admire them from afar. Or rather, from below. “So many colors, some I have never seen or even imagined!” she exclaimed, turning in place until she’d made a full circle. “I wonder whose garden it is. Mostly lik...

Alice blinked, surprised to find herself sitting on an uncomfortably hard wooden chair in front of a very large desk, behind which sat a very large man with an incredibly bushy mustache and sideburns and very little hair on top of his head. He looked very official, as did the room he inhabited. He also sounded very official (in other words, quite pompous). “So, these adventures you had. You believe them to be real? That y...

Alice groaned, her eyes closed as she tried to shut out the soft sunlight warming her face as she woke slowly from from a very strange dream. One might even call it a nightmare! She’d been in a hospital or, more accurately, an asylum, one in which the doctor and his stunningly beautiful and cruel assistant had given her a very strange examination. She remembered if vividly, almost as if it was real. And afterwards, she’d...

Now that she could see beyond the shrubberies that ringed the clearing, Alice didn’t feet quite as lost. The Caterpillar had told her to follow the signs, or rather, the sign, since there was only one. ‘Argyll Meadow. I like the sound of that. I could do with a leisurely walk, although it doesn’t look nearly as pleasant as the meadows I’m used to. In fact, I’m not sure it’s even a proper meadow.’ In Alice’s experiences, m...

Alice paused behind one of the oak trees just as the un-birthday song stopped, her experiences in Wonderland giving her pause. The scene before her, while somewhat strange, wasn’t particularly alarming. In the middle of a clearing sat a large rectangular table covered with all manner of treats such as cakes and scones and jam, to name just a few, as well as a very large teapot and bowls for cream and sugar. No fewer than...

“Would you like some more tea?” Alice smiled as the face of the hatter filled her vision. She was laying upon her back upon the lawn, damp and sticky and still very much naked, not that she was overly concerned at the moment. ‘He is very handsome,’ she thought, gazing into his twinkling eyes and his infectiously mad smile. ‘And a true gentleman, too!’ For, as she was thinking those thoughts, the hatter had helped her to s...

Alice awoke suddenly, shivering, the air quite chilly on her naked flesh, which was rather strange, or so she thought, seeing as she’d been immersed in hot water, or so she had thought. “I must have been dreaming again,” she murmured as she shook her head. “Or perhaps this is the dream…” Other images seeped into her mind, however, making her re-consider whether it had been a dream or a nightmare. She was having a bath. It...

The palace, Alice decided, had a fairy tale quality to it. Two towers topped with pointed roofs flying pennants stood upon either side of a palatial building made from gold veined marble. The windows were made of stained glass and the doors to the main entrance were quite impressively large. There was a fountain of a mermaid spewing water from her mouth and flowers (the non-talking kind, she noted with a sense of relief)...

‘I’ve heard that, if one pinches oneself whilst dreaming, they will awaken,’ Alice thought to herself. Putting words into deeds, she did just that, pinching her thigh as she took the last step. Alas, all that happened was she left a tiny red mark upon her thigh, one that began to fade almost as quickly as it appeared. ‘Bloody hell,’ she thought with a disappointed sigh. Not that she had truly expected it to work, only tha...

“I hope you enjoyed your nap, Alice.” Alice opened her eyes slowly, yawning as the owl-faced seamstress helped her to sit up. “I had such a strange dream, Mitzy,” she murmured, stretching her arms up above her head before settling her hands upon her lap with a soft sigh.  “There was a very rude centaur. And I met a lion and unicorn and I inspired them to go on an adventure. Oh, I do hope it’s a grand one. And then I atten...

Alice felt a blush spread through her cheeks as the Knave of Hearts scrutinized her appearance, commenting to himself on her comely legs and the shape of her bottom and the perkiness of her breasts, her making her feel more like a precious commodity than a young woman ‘I should be quite cross at being examined in such a manner, and yet, I am not, and I find that most curious,’ she thought to herself, glancing up through h...

When Alice came to, she was alone and in what could only be described as a compromised position. “Oh, dear,” she murmured, gazing at herself in the oval mirror that had been moved to the foot of the bed upon which she knelt, her arms stretched towards the ceiling, manacles of gold securing her wrists to a chain descending from the rafters. She let forth a sigh at the sight of her once pretty outfit, now quite disheveled a...

Although Alice found it very uncomfortable to be chained to the rafter, not to mention the draft blowing through the room, she also found it quite boring. At first, she wiled away her time attempting to conceive a clever plan of escape, only to discover she wasn’t nearly as clever as she had hoped. Then, she tried to bide her time thinking of more pleasant things. Being buggered by the Hatter, for instance. Or by being ra...

“Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye! The court will now come to order!” Alice blinked as the sound of a heavy wooden gavel echoed sounded, startling her awake to find herself in a very large, very crowded, and rather austere chamber. ‘It looks very much like a courtroom’ she decided, and indeed, it was. “All rise for the Honorable Judge Jasper Jangleton!” exclaimed a man-sized lizard dressed in a formal-looking suit. Alice made an...

The orgasm that ripped through her almost tore her into pieces. It nearly drove her to madness. It left her sobbing as she hung from the ceiling by her wrists. It reduced her limbs to jelly and lit her cunt on fire. When the screams died down they were replaced by whimpers. Fiona held her while the Master of Spanking lowered her to the floor. She was left babbling and crying, a myriad of fluids coating her bare flesh. Her...

By the time she realized the stairs were blocked by a rather rough looking man in an apron it was much too late to halt her descent. And so it was that Alice found herself pressed up against a carpenter wearing homespun patched woolen trousers and a shirt beneath a dirty white apron and a box-shaped cap, beneath which peeked out unkempt ginger hair. As if there was any doubt about his profession by his uniform, a thick le...

Eventually, Alice awoke. Not before experiencing a rather strange and yet vaguely familiar dream. The floor beneath her was made of bronze, and mostly obscured by a thick mist. Like she remembered from the last time, the platform resembled a giant sundial, although there was a distinct lack of sunshine, making it impossible to tell if it was closer to midnight or noon. Shadows, however, there was no lack of. Deep dark sha...

She awoke, not with a start, but quite slowly. Her head was nestled on a very plump pillow and she was covered by a very warm quilt and, despite the nightmarish quality of her dream, she felt quite rested and refreshed. “Oh, what a lovely way to wake,” she murmured as she stretched and yawned. “I much prefer it to many of the other ways I’ve been woken some of which have been downright rude.” Sitting up, the quilt clutche...