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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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" ---
Continue