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Alice in Wonderland 3

Teabag

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Alice in Tickleland

Chapter 3 The Princess and the Queen of Hearts



It had almost been too easy, thought Alice. She rested against

one of the giant mushrooms, watching as the pixies went to work on the

girl she had tricked into taking her place. She lay in nearly the same

position as Alice had, except her legs weren't sticking up in the air;

she lay there giggling in the grass, a human "X" shape. Alice was

sorely tempted to run, to get away from the pixies who had caused her so

much agony. But she knew there was one final step she had to cross. The

cat had told her that she must participate in the tickling of the girl,

else the pixies would abandon her and hunt Alice back down. The cat might

have lied, Alice thought. But I really don't want to take that chance.

Alice knelt down in her stockings next to the young girl: the poor thing

was wearing what appeared to be a very expensive dress, with several

layers of petticoats beneath it. Alice wondered how the pixies were able

to tickle her at all, with all that clothing on. A horrible thought came

to Alice: what if the pixies were unable to tickle the girl to their

satisfaction? They might come after Alice anyway. Alice shuddered, and,

with great hesitation, decided she would make the pixies job easier.

Hesitantly, she reached down to the buttons that went up the front of

the girl's dress. "No, nuh-heehee-no," the girl cried.

"Pleeheease don't." "I'm very sorry," Alice repented. "But I

really must." She continued undoing the buttons, and, when the last one

was undone, she pulled the dress down from the girl's shoulders, shucking

all the petticoats with it. To her surprise, these were the only clothes

the girl had been wearing. Alice blushed with embarrassment--she had not

meant to totally denude the girl, merely expose her to the pixies a

little better. And indeed, the girl's giggly hysterics did seem to

increase with her new vulnerability. But Alice knew she wasn't

finished. Nervously, she knelt beside the girl, and looked her over,

deciding where she should start her own tickling, and trying to put it

off as long as possible. The girl seemed to be a year or two younger than

Alice, with much smaller breasts (mere teacups, thought Alice) and just a

whisp of dark hair on her pubic region. Determining she could wait

no longer, Alice slowly and shakily reached an extended finger into the

girl's exposed armpit. It seemed to take forever for her to make contact

with the girl's skin. When she did, the poor girl nearly exploded with

hysterics, and Alice drew the finger back immediately. Perhaps that

was enough of a tickle to placate the pixies, thought Alice. But in her

heart, she really doubted it. She didn't have any idea how long the

pixies expected her to take part in the tickling, and she didn't want

them coming back to her. She reached out once again to the girl's armpit,

and the girl once again squealed amid her gigglefits. But this time,

Alice kept the finger there, pressing gently. As her uncomfortableness

ebbed, she began swirling the finger in little circles. "AAAAH!

Stoo-hahap, ohho pleehease stoppit," the girl screamed. "Youhoore maaking

me crahahazy!" I want to stop, thought Alice. I'm really not this

kind of person. But I have no choice. She reached for the girl's other

armpit, and, to make it easier for her to reach them both, straddled

herself over the girl's heaving chest. I just hope those pixies don't

accidently get me while they're tickling her, thought Alice, as she

tickled away at both the girl's armpits. As she tickled the girl, she

watched her laughing face, and her eyes were invariably drawn to the

young girls breasts. The nipples were sticking out like little acorns,

belying the girl's arousal amidst her laughing (which was intermittently

broken with an occassionally odd sounding gasp, almost of pleasure).

Alice was familiar with the feeling: the pixies had kept her in quite the

state of arousal as they tickled the area around her sex, but had never

taken her over the brink to the release of orgasm. The poor dear,

thought Alice. She's suffering so much. A thought came to Alice,

unbidden, and the very idea of it shocked her. But the more she thought

about it, the more the idea appealed to her. She slid off the girl's

belly and knelt at her side. Then, she placed her left hand on the girl's

ribs, pinching ever so gently to keep the pixies happy with the tickling.

Then, slowly and jerkily, she placed her hand over the girl's crotch.

"Hah, teeheeeheee, mmmmmmm, ohho, mmmmmm, giggle." The girl's

pleasure was readily evident as Alice's finger began circling her clit.

Poor thing, Alice thought again. At least I can relieve some of your

suffering this way. But Alice found it very difficult to keep both her

hands at separate tasks, sometimes forgetting to tickle the ribs. Even

more frightening to Alice, her tickling hand sometimes found its way

unbidden to her own clitoris, and Alice realized that her own unrequitted

arousal was needing serious attention. "Oh poo," she said. She

couldn't satisfy herself, relieve the girl's suffering, and continue the

tickling all at once. Certainly not without a third arm, and she was

careful not to wish for that, for fear she might actually get it in this

strange land. She could quit diddling the young girl, but her pity and

compassion for the girl's predicament would not allow that. And

then, an idea both horrid and delicious came to Alice. It frightened her

that she would think of something so strange and forbidden to her;

something that she would have found impossible to contemplate back in the

real world. But then she had done so many impossible things already in

this strange land, that the thought almost seemed natural. "I'm sure I'll

find out this is all a dream anyway," she said to herself, rationalizing

the situation. And so, she walked to where the young girl's feet lay

immobile, and lifted the girl's left foot into the air. Holding the

girl's foot (and tickling it just a little, too keep the pixies

happy--she still wasn't sure if she had fulfilled her obligation), Alice

sat with her legs out, her own left leg laying over the top of the girl's

right leg, while her right leg lay under the girl's left leg, which she

held fast. Then Alice reclined, and with tentative little scooting

motions, wriggled her behind closer and closer to where the poor tickled

girl's legs came together. And then she felt the contact: the

laughing girl's aroused nubbin, protruding from her labia as did Alice's,

made a gentle contact with Alice's own, like a tiny kiss. Alice let out a

little gasp of pleasure, as did the giggling victim. The girls lay there,

scissored together; the leg Alice had grasped now lay across Alice's

chest, with the foot resting on her shoulder. And now Alice could

accomplish what she had planned. She rotated her hips just enough to rub

her own clit against that of the other girl's, while, simultaneously, she

tickled the girl's foot, both with her fingers and (and this shocked

Alice as well) with gentle kisses on the toes and sole. The poor girl was

driven nearly mad with hysterics, and her own body shook; this added a

return pressure to Alice's clitoris, and Alice found that tickling the

girl seemed somehow to add to her own pleasure. "I do believe I'm

enjoying this more than a proper girl should," Alice exclaimed. The only

regret she held now (and she couldn't believe this) was that the poor

girl's paralysis prevented her from grabbing one of Alice's dainty little

feet and tickling them. Alice looked down at her feet and saw that they

were resting, each one, with their toes pointing into the girl's exposed

armpits. "Well," thought Alice, "In for a penny, in for a pound." And she

began wriggling her toes as best she could in the poor girl's pits.

How long this went on, Alice couldn't be sure. Her arousal kept growing

and growing, and she wasn't sure how much more she could experience.

Suddenly, amidst the girl's panicked giggling, she heard stronger

intermingled moans of pleasure. She felt the warmth of the girl's sex

increase dramatically against her own, and then felt a wetness against

her crotch as the girl orgasmed. As she did so, Alice ran her tongue

quickly between the girl's wriggling toes; this proved enough to allow

Alice her own orgasm, more intense than any she had ever given herself

before (for she had not been with a boy, and certainly up until now had

not been with a girl). Panting with exhausting, Alice felt surely she

had fulfilled her obligation to the pixies. The girl still giggled, but

silently, as one might giggle if they were being tickled while sleeping.

Alice planted a soft loving kiss against the poor girls foot and

extricated herself from their entanglement. Then, for a reason she

couldn't quite fathom, she planted another kiss gently on the

sleepy-giggly girl's lips. "THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH!" an angry voice

interjected. Alice yiped in surprise and spun about to see a tall woman,

dressed in sparkling red (or maybe it's vermillion, thought Alice, it's a

very deep red. It looks like leather, and must make it impossible for her

to breathe, it's so tight). "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE PRINCESS!" the

lady demanded. She was surrounded by what appeared to be large,

Alice-sized feathers, but, upon further inspection, were actually men who

only looked like feathers. "Oh my," thought Alice. "You must be a

queen." "I'M THE QUEEN OF HEARTS!" she pronounced, "AND YOU ARE MY

PRISONER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTER!" "Oh, but I haven't

done..." "SILENCE!" she exclaimed. "GUARDS, TAKE HER!" and Alice was

seized upon by a host of the feathery creatures. She tried to struggle,

but their feather bodies tickled her beyond her ability to resist, and

she was soon trussed up like a Christmas dinner pig. "CART HER

AWAY!" the queen declared. "What are you going to do with me?" Alice

cried. "YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY AN ENCHANTRESS!" the queen said. "YOU

WILL BE TAKEN TO COURT FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. YOU WILL BE TRIED FOR YOUR

CRIME OF ENCHANTING MY DAUGHTER! AND WHEN YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY..."

"If," Alice interjected, "you mean if." "...WHEN," the queen

continued, "YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED. PUNISHED

MOST SEVERELY!" "Oh dear," Alice cried. "What are you going to do to

me?" "THERE'S ONLY ONE PUNISHMENT SUITABLE FOR THIS CRIME," the

queen declared (and indeed it was the only punishment in her kingdom, and

she doled it out capriciously). "GUARDS, PICK UP MY DAUGHTER. SHE IS

EVIDENCE. AND HANDLE HER CAREFULLY." And the guards, very gently, picked

up the laughing girl's rigid body, but could not help, because of their

very nature, tickling her accidentally, which pleased the invisible

pixies to no end. "My punishment," Alice asked again, morbid

curiousity getting the better of her good sense. "MY FAVORITE

PUNISHMENT," the queen returned, with a delightful grin. And she threw

her head back and exhorted, louder than ever: "GUARDS! LAUGH OFF

HER HEAD!"



---oh poor Alice; left in the throes of "to be continued" ---



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I am really impressed with your work Teabag, I loved this part three and I look forward to the next.
 
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