Alice in new wonderland

Alice in New wonderland.
Englishwitch
Disclaimer- Alice in wonderland was written by Lewis Carroll. I have nothing to do with it.

Chapter 2.

Alice approached the sounds of laughter, a smile slowly spreading on her face. She pushed a few low branches aside and stepped into a small clearing.

There was a long table, a full tea service, complete with scones that had jam and cream. The table had a dozen places set, but only five people sitting in the chairs. A man with white hair, dressed in a violently purple top hat and lime green suit sat at the head of the table. A hare in a bright red smoking jacket sat next to him. A white rabbit in a small black waistcoat, with a gold pocket watch, sat opposite the hare. And a strange man with dark skin, dressed in a sky blue suit, and a large blue turban sat next to the rabbit. He was the one smoking the from a long hookah, it was from him that Alice could smell the opium.

It was her old friends, the mad hatter, the march hare and the white rabbit, who the man in the blue suit was Alice didn't know, but she supposed wonderland had lots of people and creatures she'd never met before. That was the whole point of coming back, new people, new places and new adventures.

They all had stopped talking and laughing and stared at Alice with curiosity. Finally, after a minute of uncomfortable silence, the mad hatter rose to his feet.
"Hello." He said pleasantly. "Won't you join us for a cup of tea?" Alice couldn't curtsy without and dress (only men bowed), she compromised by slightly bending her knees and adding a nod to the head. Creating a mixture between curtsy and bow.
"Don't mind if I do." She said taking a seat opposite the man in the blue suit.
"Scone?" Asked the March hair, handing her the plate of cakes. Alice took one and placed it on a saucer. The mad hatter handed her a cup of tea and she sipped at it slowly.
"Do you like it?" Asked the white rabbit. Alice nodded her head.
"Yes, it's quite nice."

The March hair felt the material of her jacket.
"Why don't you take that off?" He asked. Now that Alice thought about it, she was rather warm, also, it was rude to keep on coats and jackets while taking tea.
"I think I shall." She pulled it off and placed it onto the empty chair next to her and took a bite of her scone.
"Do you like it?" Asked the March hare. Alice smiled and nodded.
"Yes, very much, thank you."

The March hare reached out and gave her breast a squeeze.
"Do you like that?" he asked. Alice screamed and slapped him hard in the face.
"How dare you." She shouted at him. The March hair rubbed his cheek and smiled at her.
"Hard to get, I like that." He reached out and grabbed both her tits and squeezed them hard. Alice jumped from her seat and slapped him again.
"You stay away from me you...you...degenerate." She yelled at him pathetically.

The hare climbed from his seat. Alice's jaw dropped. The hare wasn't wearing any trousers and was sporting a seven-inch erection. His arousal had been hidden under the table, but he was no longer in the mood to hide it. Alice stared at it dumbfounded for a few seconds. She'd never seen a dick before. It was so large and thick, a drop of precum was sitting on the uncircumcised head.

Alice turned desperately to the other people at the table.
"Mr. Hatter, Mr. Rabbit, please, do something." The mad hatter rubbed his hands together and jumped from his seat.
"I thought you'd never ask." He said seductively. She glanced down and saw a large bulge in his trousers and backed into a tree. She thought it was a tree, her mind was changed when two arms reached around and grabbed her.

Alice turned her head, the man in the blue turban was holding her tightly. She struggled and screamed, but he wouldn't let go. The mad hatter came over and placed the hookah into his mouth.
"Yes, Jacque. Give her a dose." Jacque inhaled deeply and the hatter pulled the hookah from his lips. Jacque opened his mouth and blew a thick grey smoke into her face. Then he released Alice and everyone took a step back. Alice felt lightheaded and couldn't focus, she was seeing two of everything. She staggered around for a second and everything went black.

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She awoke slowly; first becoming aware of something hard below her. Her thoughts slowly began to clear and her head didn't feel as heavy. Finally she managed to find the strength to open her eyes.

She was in a bedroom, fair sized, but after the life of luxury Alice had live it was small. She was lying in a double bed underneath cotton sheets. There was a dressing table in the corner and two doors against the left wall. A window to her right showed a view of the forest. Alice groaned quietly as she sat up, still feeling a little disorientated.

Her memory returned and she remembered everything that had taken place at the tea party, up until Jacque had blown smoke into her face.

She pulled the covers back quickly. She was dressed in a light pink nightdress and could feel breezes in areas, which indicated she was naked underneath. She grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She leaned over as far as she could and examined her pussy carefully. There wasn't anything different and it didn't feel sore. She'd heard the first time hurt. What ever had taken place in the forest, it hadn't involved taking advantage of her.

What had happened? No one in wonderland had acted like that when she'd been here the last time. She had expected changes in all the years she'd been away, but not for everyone to turn into perverted monsters.

Alice felt vulnerable in the nude, but the nightdress was not much better. Se stared at the doors, one would obviously lead out into a hallway, the other, she reasoned, must be a closet and closets often contained clothes. She tried the door on the right and got lucky. It was the closet, it had only three outfits and in Alice's eyes, none of them were appropriate.

There was a red bikini. Alice had never seen, nor even heard of a bikini before. Both pieces were tied to a coat hanger. Alice stared at it in shock.
"That will never catch on." She commented.

The second piece was appeared long tube of material, a faint pink colour. If she put it on it would hug all of her figure tightly, and create one hell of a cleavage. It would also end just six inches below her waist, only just covering her personal part. Her modesty stopped her taking this one, she would look naked without being naked, totally inappropriate.

The third outfit was a leather suit and would be just as figure hugging as the tube dress. It also looked too hard to get into, leather boots were difficult at times, an entire outfit would be practically impossible.

Grudgingly she turned back to the nightdress. It wouldn't be appropriate if she needed to make a quick getaway. But it was all she had that would cover her properly. She grudgingly put it back on and descended the stairs that were through the left door.

The stairs led to a single vast room. Shelves lined every wall and stood in organised rows in the space between the walls. The whole place was a vast library. The shelves stretched ten feet tall and wide. Each shelf was filled with books, an inch thick an organised into colours, almost a different colour on every shelf. Every colour and every shade of colour was in that room.

To her left were a table and two large leather chairs. Old and worn, the brown leather was thin in places and some of the stuffing was peeking out of small holes. One of the chairs was occupied by the man the mad hatter had called Jacque. In his hands he held a book with a cover the same colour and shade as his blue suit and turban. On the table sat another book of the same colour, a quill was wriggling across it's page, writing frantically. If she weren't in wonderland, Alice would have been surprised at such a sight.

Jacque looked at her and rested the book on his lap. He pointed to the chair at his side and Alice sat down.
"Wonderland has changed while you have been away Alice." He said looking at her.
"Who are you?" She asked. "And where am I?" He smiled and glanced down at the book on his lap.
"You are in my home. This is the library, it takes up most of the house. It would be hard to find a room that did not have a bookshelf or two in it. The only rooms that are currently unoccupied by the books are the bathroom and bedroom. As for who I am, I have several names. The mad hatter knows me as Jacque; the man with the blue suit. Other know my as Marcus; a hermit of the western woods. Some call me Lucian and know me as a magician. Very few know my real title and no one knows my true name. I am the story keeper. The guardian of wonderlands history. The custodian of its secrets. I know everything is happening and has happened in wonderland since it began."
"What happened to this place? Wonderland wasn't like this when I came the first time." She asked. Jacque, Marcus, or whatever his name was, indicated the book in his lap.
"I was just reading about your adventures when you were here first time. Not a lot of people come to wonderland twice. I had been here several years when you arrived."
"What do you mean?" Interrupted Alice.
"The people of wonderland are eternal. They grow old, die but then are reborn, young and healthy. It is wonderland that changes not them. But we story keepers do not come from wonderland, we come from earth. I was originally from earth just like you, I took over from the last story keeper ten years ago now. One day a young man or woman will come along and they will take over from me and I will be aloud to return home.

"Time has no meaning here you know. Which means when I leave I will return to wherever and whenever I want. I will go back to my wife and children, just moments after I left."

Alice nodded along in silence. She had figured out that wonderland had no time. She had managed to return to her tutor merely an hour or so after she'd left when she'd actually spent days in wonderland. The story keeper continued.
"Each different colour represents a different story keeper. Each book records one year of wonderland history. If you looked through this library you would find some keepers stayed here for ten years, some twenty. One even stayed for almost seventy years."

Alice looked at the thousands of books in the library, how long was wonderlands history?
"Wonderland changed two years ago. There was a war. Do you remember who was in charge when you were last here?" He asked. Alice nodded, the memory of a loud woman screaming OFF WITH HER HEAD had kept her awake several nights.
"The queen of hearts." Alice confirmed. The story keeper nodded.
"The queen of spades rose with her armies and started a war, which the queen of hearts couldn't win. Her husband, the king of hearts is missing, no one knows where he is. Her husband lost, her army defeated the queen fled and is now living in a small cabin in the eastern woods seven days travel from here. She is now the Maid of hearts, her title was lost when her crown was taken.

"The queen of spades if young and demanding sex wise. Unfortunately the king of spades is much older than her and is unable to *rise* to her demands. If you know what I mean. Hence her already active hormones continue to make her increasingly frustrated and that in turn is having the effect on wonderland you are seeing today. The inhabitants are sex mad and have insatiable appetites. You will need to be careful about whom you encounter when you go looking for the maid of hearts." He paused and let Alice come to terms with what he had just said.
"Hold on, why do I need to look for the maid of hearts?" She shouted at him. The story keeper closed the book on his lap and looked at her seriously.
"The ruling of wonderland is upsetting the balance. The rising sexual frustration is continuing to rise and soon it will begin to tear wonderland apart. The maid of hearts needs to be restored to the throne, she needs to become queen again and you are the only one in wonderland that is basically able to say no."
"What about you? Why don't you go looking for her?" She shouted. He shook his head.
"I am a story keeper, I watch and record. I am unable to directly interfere with the natural course of wonderland. I should not have interfered to get you here, but I did because it is for the greater good of wonderland. Alice you are the only hope for wonderland. You must take this quest to find the maid of hearts and restore her to the throne or wonderland will cease to exist in just a few years."

Alice fell into silence. This was a serious matter, the fate of this magnificent place that had brought her such happiness when she was young hung on her shoulders. if she failed then wonderland would be lost and destroyed. But she also knew she couldn't just leave it, wonderland was getting worse, changed and twisted by the sexual desires of its queen. What choice did she have.
"When do I begin?"

To be continued.