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
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