Alice in Wonderland 4 (last part)

Alice in Tickleland

Chapter Last -- Inquisitors, Juries, Finales and all Grand Things.



Dragged kicking and screaming (from the tickling effect of the

feathery guards more than from any protest), Alice was brought into the

outdoor courtyard of the queen. A host of odd creatures occupied several

benches, awaiting the impending trial. On a slab, reminiscent of a

sacrificial alter, lay the giggling princess, her body still stiffly

forming a "T" as the invisible pixies continued their torture. Hanging

from the princess' big toe by a bit of string was a paper sign, upon

which was written "EXHIBIT 'A'". The poor dear must have experienced

terrible excess tickling, thought Alice, if one of these feather guards

had to tie that sign to her toe.



The guards brought Alice to a clump of different sized mushrooms,

and sat her on the tall one in the middle. They then siezed upon her and

began tying her wrists to two mushrooms that grew on either side. Her

legs were then stretched out until her knees were supported by two other

mushrooms, growing about 2 feet apart, forcing open her legs. Her knees

were then bent so that her ankles could be secured to the stems. The only

good thing about the finishing off of the knots was that the guards no

longer had a reason to restrain her, and the tickling had stopped.



The Queen took up a position at a podium erected at the head of

the courtyard. Seeing that Alice had been securely tied to the witness

stand, she began: "HEAR YE, HEAR YE! THE COURT WILL COME TO

ORDER." At this, the crowd of seated creatures stood up, scurried about,

and promptly took different seats. A trumpet blared, and a man in a white

gown and a doctor's mask marched in, pushing a wheeled cart covered with

a tablecloth. "ACCUSED," she said, meaning Alice. "HOW DO YOU PLEAD?"

"But I..." "SILENCE!" the queen said. "YOU'RE THE CRIMINAL

AND OBVIOUSLY A LIAR. YOUR STATEMENT WILL BE TAKEN BY THE GRAND

INQUISITOR." The masked man approached the mushroom cluster, and

removed the cloth from his table. Laid out were devices so odd and

Seussian, Alice could not even fathom their uses. The Grand

Inquisitor picked up what appeared to be two halves of a coconut, each

half having a mechanical arm with a gloved hand attached to it. The

halves were joined by a wire, which was connected to a dial. He deftly

placed each half over both of Alice's breasts, and she could feel the

soft fur which lined the insides. "GRAND INQUISITOR," the queen

commanded, "YOU WILL NOW BEGIN TAKING THE ACCUSED'S STATEMENT." "But

I'm telling you I... Oh nohoho," laughed Alice. The masked inquisitor

turned his dial to "1". Inside the shells, Alice could feel the outer

perimeter of her breasts being tickled, as a free spinning ring of fur

began tracing circles. At the same time, the gloved hands approached her

armpits, extending a gloved finger and, wiggling, poked it into the soft

flesh. "DID YOU DO THIS TO MY DAUGHTER?" the queen commanded.

"No, Nohoho, pleaehehease stoahahap," Alice squealed. The inquisitor

turned the knob to "2"; another ring of fur began spinning, counter to

the direction of its partner ring, as the gloved hands extended two

fingers into the flesh of her armpits. "DID YOU DO THIS TO MY

DAUGHTER?" the queen commanded again. Alice could not reply through

her hysteria. This was insane. There was no way this could be happening

to her. The queen took her lack of an answer as insolence, and nodded to

the inquisitor, who turned the knob to "3", it's highest setting, Alice

hoped, as she seemed to remember the gloved hands only had three fingers.

Again, the next highest ring joined its comrades, dragging soft mink

about the edges of her nipples, while the tri-fingered gloves wiggled

madly in her pits. "Make room, make room," shouted an odd-little man,

who rushed into the courtyard through a wall of hedges. Upon his head he

wore a top hat that was obviously five sizes too large for him, but

managed to stay upon his head nonetheless. "WHAT DO YOU WANT,

HATTER?" commanded the queen. "My old job back," said the

indignant hatter. "I want to be the Grand Inquisitor!" "You were a

terrible inquisitor," said the masked man. "AND YOU'RE NOT A MUCH BETTER

HATTER," remarked the queen. "YOUR LUCKY WE DON'T TRY YOU FOR

HABERDASHERIE MALPRACTICE." "But I'm better now," said the

hatter, and scrambled toward the quivering Alice. "Watch, watch!" And he

pulled the feather from his hat and began tickling Alice's nose, which

didn't tickle, but did irritate. "Oh for pity's sake," muttered

the inquisitor. "Okay, okay," apologized the hatter. "It's been a while

since I've done this." He took the feather and began applying it to

Alice's elbow. "ENOUGH OF THIS," the queen demanded. "REMOVE

YOURSELF OR BE REMOVED." "Very well," sulked the hatter. He walked past

the giggling Alice and whispered in her ear: "Wait for the riddles. It's

always the riddles that gets you. And if she asks why a raven is like a

writing desk, the answer is because Poe wrote on both." And he took his

feather, and dragged it across her navel, which did elicit a shriek from

Alice. "See," he said in parting. "I do know the job--I just have more

imagination." "IS THE PRISONER READY TO CONFESS," requested the queen.

"Not yet, your majesty," the inquisitor stated, not giving Alice

the opportunity to respond. "VERY WELL," said the queen. "DO WHAT YOU

MUST." "No, wahaait, heeheehee," squealed Alice. The inquisitor

picked up a three feathers, and attached them to the bit of a motorized

carpenter's drill. He then took three more feathers and did the same with

them and another drill. He picked up both the drills, and poked the

feathers into the holes in the top of each of the torturous breast cups

Alice wore. She could feel the tips of the feathers touch her protruding

nipples. He pressed a button, and both drillers began to spin, twirling

the feathertips right on her little breast buttons. "Ayeeeheehee,"

shrieked Alice. "Nooo hahaha, stohahap." "WILL YOU CONFESS?" the

queen demanded. "Heeehheeheehehee," Alice giggled. Her armpits

and breasts were the center of her consciousness right now, and she was

oblivious to all those about her. But as the aroused nipples were tickled

more and more, her mind turned to thoughts of a more carnal nature.

"Oooh Mmhmmhemmhehmmhmm," she giggled, "Oooh, yes, yehehehes." "ENOUGH,"

the queen cried. So soon, thought Alice, somewhat disappointed, as

the inquisitor removed the cups and wheeled them out of the courtroom.

"SHE HAS CONFESSED," the queen commanded. "THE TRIAL IS OVER." Oh

thank goodness, thought Alice. She was glad the tickling was over, and

hoped they would release her soon so she could find a private place to

relieve the itching in her loins. "WE SHALL NOW MOVE ON TO THE

PUNISHMENT," the queen decreed. "HAVE THE CRIMINAL CLEANED FOR

SENTENCING." Postehaste, several tiny mice ran into the courtyard,

carrying tiny hoses and scrub brushes. The lead mouse squeaked a command,

and pencil thin jets of water began shooting at Alice. The mice were very

particular in their aiming, obviously having been in the service of the

queen for many trials. The jets focused on the soles of her feet, the

crevices between her ribs, and the hollows of her armpits. Alice twisted

and shrieked, and a team of mice with the scrub brushes (tooth brushes,

they appeared to Alice) began scrubbing her soles and toes, her ribs, and

her pits. One enterprising mouse scampered onto her belly, and tried to

scrub her belly button, but was quickly thrown onto the mushroom by

Alice's quivering, and contented himself with scrubbing what was exposed

of Alice's rump. After an eternity of torture, the water jets

stopped, and Alice was left to catch her breath and dry. No sooner than

had Alice recomposed herself than the queen approached her. "THE

PUNISHMENT OF RIDDLES WILL NOW BEGIN!" she exclaimed. Alice flinched,

expecting the worst. "THE PUNISHMENT WILL BE OVER WHEN YOU ANSWER A

RIDDLE CORRECTLY," the queen decreed. "AND NOT BEFORE." "NOW," she

stated. "I WALK WHEN I FLY, AND I FLY WHEN I WALK." "What?" Alice asked.

"THAT IS NOT AN ANSWER," the queen stated, "AND THUS NOT A CORRECT

ONE." She dug into Alice's knees with her firm and slender fingers and

began squeezing. "Oh no," squealed Alice, "no, pleheease, nohoho."

As the tickling began in earnest, her previously subsiding arousal

climbed again, and her tiny clit swelled, protroding from her open

crotch. "WELL," said the queen, espying Alice's enlarged nubbin,

"A VOLUNTEER." "Oh please," Alice begged in shock as the queen

took a feather from her gown and aimed it down on Alice's clit. "Oh

please, not thahaaaaaaaaat heeheehee, ahh, oh, hee hhahahaha haah aaah."

As the feather made contact, the queen continued squeezing one of Alice's

knees. "WE'LL CONTINUE THIS UNTIL I THINK OF ANOTHER RIDDLE," the queen

explained. She continued squeezing the flesh around Alice's knee, while,

lost in thought, she lazily dragged the feather in circles about Alice's

swollen clit, and up and down her spread slit. Alice was in

torture. She was in ecstacy. She didn't know what she was in, but she

wanted it to stop immediately and continue forever. She giggled and

moaned, as she thrashed about trying to pull her knee away from the

tickling and trying to push her crotch closer against the feather.

"Giggle, hmmm. Tee hee heee ahhh, ahhh, AHHHmmm," Alice moaned, as she

came in a gush, drenching the feather. The queen looked down at the

limp feather and ceased the tickling. "TCH!" she clucked. "I THOUGHT THE

GIRL WAS TO HAVE BEEN CLEANED. THIS SPOT SEEMS DIRTY AGAIN," she said, as

she closely examined Alice's soaking crotch, with it's shrinking

clitoris. "WELL, IF YOU WANT A JOB DONE RIGHT..." And she grabbed one of

the tiny hoses left behind by the mice, and, after starting the tiny jet,

aimed it directly into Alice's crotch, rinsing away the cum.

"AEIEEEEHeeeheeeheee," Alice screamed and wriggled, as the queen

meticulously rinsed her snatch. The water jets unbearably tickled her

labia, and teased her clit back into a throbbing time bomb. As Alice

thought she might orgasm again, the water stopped. "AHA!" exclaimed the

queen. "I HAVE IT. WHY IS A RAVEN LIKE A WRITING DESK?" "Because Poe

wrote on both!" Alice quickly answered. The queen gave her a scornful

look. "CHEATERS NEVER PROSPER, DEAR," she said. "THAT'S THE

HATTERS ANSWER. YOU HAVE TO COME UP WITH ONE OF YOUR OWN." "But

that's the correct answer," Alice protested. "IT IS A CORRECT

ANSWER, BUT NOT YOUR CORRECT ANSWER," the queen replied cooly. "NOW, FOR

CHEATING..." and she knelt between Alice's legs and began stroking the

bound sole of Alice's foot. As Alice's peals of laughter rang out, the

queen noticed again Alice's swollen clit. "EVER THE TROOPER," the queen

said pleased, "ALWAYS VOLUNTEERING." And Alice saw the queen pull another

feather from her gown, this one longer and thinner. Alice realized,

through her tickling induced haze, that the queen's gown was entirely

made up of red feathers of different and various sizes. But as soon as

she noticed this, she was sent into tickling bliss as the feather again

began dragging it's way up and down her poor sensitive slit.

"Aaah,HIEEE HEEEE, OGAAAD." Alice was screaming now, as the queen raked

her red manicured nails across Alice's sole and in between her toes, all

the while dragging the feather, vellicating her slit. The feather was so

long that, when it reached the peak of its stroke, the tip dipped into

her belly button and, at its ebb, spread its frondy base against the

insides of her spread buttocks. After an indeterminable amount of

unladylike behavior on Alice's part, she again soaked the feather with

her vaginal juices as another orgasm burst its way out of her. The

queen looked up, disappointedly, at the limp and useless feather. "I CAN

SEE THIS IS GOING TO BE A HABIT WITH YOU ISN'T IT?" the queen questioned,

as she picked up the hose. As she rinsed the giggling and screaming

Alice, she plucked yet another short red feather from her gown. ...

Alice was hoarse. She could no longer speak, although she still managed

to squeal. Her crotch was aching, and she felt she would never come

again, but still felt the need, as the queen rinsed away the residue of

their last riddle session. Before her stood the queen, totally denuded,

having expended her last feather. Instead of looking embarrassed, she

seemed perplexed. She had never punished so intractable a prisoner

before, and she felt that perhaps Alice was just terminally stupid and

would never get any of the riddles correct. "I HAVE DECIDED TO

SHOW MERCY," the queen said regally, as she turned away the water jet.

"Oh thank you," rasped Alice. "Thank you." "THIS SHALL BE YOUR

FINAL RIDDLE." "Oh no," moaned Alice. The queen shook her head.

"FOOLISH CHILD," she chided, "YOU REALLY ARE THE FOOL I THOUGHT YOU TO

BE. YOU GIVE YOUR ANSWER BEFORE THE QUESTION IS EVEN ASKED, AND,

UNFORTUNATELY, IT'S THE WRONG ANSWER." Alice thought she was going

to die. At least, she thought, the queen had run out of feathers. The

queen had noticed this too, and was quite displeased that she could no

longer tickle at Alice's exposed and throbbing clit, which still seemed

to be eagerly shouting "Here I am, tickle me!" at her. Then, her eyes

gleaming with the brightness of what she thought an excellent idea, she

knelt down between Alice's legs. The idea was so brilliant, she was

astonished she hadn't thought of it before. Every past punishment,

the queen always had one hand occupied with Alice's crotch. This

diminished the tickling attention she was able to give the rest of Alice.

But no more. She snaked her arms beneath Alice's suspended legs and

placed her fingers in Alice's armpits, where she began wriggling them

madly. Alice, who felt bereft of all strength, found new reserves to fuel

her mad struggle, and new voice with which to giggle her hysterics.

As the queen tickled her armpits, she extended her tongue toward Alice's

swollen clit and placed the tip of it against the clit. The jolt to Alice

was electric, as the queen began flicking her tongue against the nubbin.

Having been tickled to such extremes, Alice's clit was so sensitive to

tickling that the tongue did indeed tickler as it also worked its

wonderful magic. The queen also realized something: she had the freedom

in this position to explore other regions of Alice. She moved her arms up

so her hands could tweak Alice's nipples, then moved them down her ribs,

stopping to tickle each individual pair of ribs as she made a trek down

to Alice's belly button. The tickling was driving Alice insane. The queen

extricated her arms, and put her sharp nails behind Alice's knees,

tracing circles in those sensitive hollows, then reaching over the knees

to begin squeezing the soft flesh there. She flicked her tongue over the

clit, and swirled it in and out of Alice's swollen labia. The clit seemed

to grow larger as the queen did this, which seemed a puzzle to her.

Finally, the queens fingernails made there way down to Alice's ankles,

across the tops of her feet, and then to those oh-so-ticklish soles.

Alice screamed in hysterical ecstasy, and orgasmed more intensely than

she ever had before. The world went white around her, then softly grey,

then...



Alice opened her eyes. Gone were the crowds of creatures, the

queen, the inquisitor. She was fully dressed again, and sitting beneath

the tree where she had been studying. "Why, it was all just a dream,"

she exclaimed. "But what an odd dream. I don't know why I should dream

something like that." She remembered a lecture her professor had given

about some man named Freud, and decided she should study further into

what it was the professor had been discussing. She looked about at

the deserted park, and realized that the dream had brought about a

tremendous arousal in her. She gathered her books, and noticed that a

red, cardinal feather had fallen on the stack. She picked up the feather

and examined it. Alice was shocked at the thoughts in her head. Sure she

was raised better than... She looked about again to ensure she was

alone. Then, carefully, she lifted her skirt and, tentatively, traced the

feather up the inside of her leg toward her crotch. She shuddered with

the feelings the feather excited, and nearly experienced a real,

not-a-dream orgasm right there. She dropped her skirt and grabbed her

books, hastily making her way back to her flat.



She took the feather with her.



THE END OF ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN TICKLELAND

What a way to end it. I truly enjoyed your whole story about Alice and I hope to see more of your work in the future.

Teabag, are you the actual author of these stories? These were the first stories that actually got me into tickling and just wanted to know if anyone knew the origin of them and thank the author

You mean there's a possiblity Teabag didn't write these? Well then if that's the case I apologize to the original author for not given credit where it was due. And to you Teazbag, tsk tsk if you aren't the author and didn't specify just that.

I did specify...just not in these posts. My apologies. I'll do better next time.

Original author

In my search for the original author for this story (I too came accross it a while ago), I came accross only an e-mail address of [email protected]. The address is no longer in use (I've tried to writed him/her to see if he/she ever wrote a sequel).

Does anybody else know who the author is?

BTW Teabag:

It is customary to state in the post that this is not your work, and to give the author credit.

In all fairness to "teabag" he did point out in the following post.....

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?threadid=3893

That he was not the author. The first chapter of the story posted clearly states who the author is " ALICE IN TICKLELAND by: [email protected] "

As an author I understand the importance of receiving credit for your work. However since "Teabag" did already apologize for this mistake in etiquette and promised to avoid this problem in the future I think it is redundant to keep reminding him of this fact.

Incidently I knew upon my first reading that "Teabag" was not the author and who the author was simply by the information "Teabag had already provided. Although I agree that obviously we need to be more clear when posting any material.

Thanks for posting "Teabag"!

Thanks for the backup!

My mistake Teabag, I must have looked over that in the first post. Even though you didn't write them I would still like to commend you for posting them. Sorry for the confusion.

Well, as he mentions in this thread, teabag is not in fact the author. However, it still deserves a good read through.

heres the ORIGINAL authors email

Hey all...i happened to come accrost the authors email of this story i'm SURE he would appreciate all your imput and thanks for it as well...he's also written a disney story involveing all our favorite characters
[email protected].

I absolutely love this story. I first saw this story on www.adultsexygames.com
There is a preview of a continuation. I don't know if he has finished it or not. I wish he would, because Alice is a very ticklish person.

Pretty good, I like it.

hmm wonder if lewis carroll ever thought that alice would grow up to be such a ticklish delight. alice in wonderland/thru the looking glass was always a favorite story of mine. well done and will try to look for your other stories.

isabeau

Bump in honor of the new miniseries.

Bump for parts 1-3.

Wow, what a collection of nice quotes! I'm blushing.

And yes, I did both these stories anonymously. I was just discovering there were ticklers, after half-finishing the Alice in Tickleland series. I'm honored to see they're still out there.

pigtails said:

Hey all...i happened to come accrost the authors email of this story i'm SURE he would appreciate all your imput and thanks for it as well...he's also written a disney story involveing all our favorite characters
[email protected].

Click to expand...

So you are vellicator?

Not any longer, but I was. I didn't want to get set upon at the time with everyone reading it and going, "Holy cow, it's a GIRRRRL! Where u ticklish? Want to come play? etc. etc."

I'm flattered.

I also have a story in the Max Speer Kittletown forum.