Alice in new wonderland

Englishwitch

Alice in new wonderland

Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Alice in wonderland. It is a novel by Lewis Carroll.

Chapter 20
The tunnel came to an end and Michelle stood in front of a door. Alice stood by her side and waited, they were steeling themselves for the moment ahead. Both of them had butterflies in their stomach Alice could feel her hands trembling. After so long and going through so much they were finally at the end.


 This door should come out right behind the throne. Michelle whispered.  If we're quiet enough we can take that impostor by surprise and claim the crown before she knows what's happened.
Alice dove her hand into her bag and pulled out the magical key from the bag. In the darkness she couldn't see what she was grabbing. She pocketed the item and dove her hand back in, this time grabbing the dagger. Michelle followed suit and drew her short sword.  Ready? Alice whispered. Michelle nodded but even in the gloom of the tunnel Alice could see her face, it didn't look very ready for battle.
Michelle turned the hidden switch and nodded her head.  Quick and fast. She whispered. Alice nodded.
They burst through the door into the throne room. For a second Alice was blinded by the sudden brightness. As soon as her eyes began to clear she and Michelle both realised that they were not standing behind the throne. It must have been moved at some point during the takeover of the Spades because they were now standing in front of it. A high platform covered in red velvet, upon which stood the two thrones, one for the king and the other for the queen. The kings was unoccupied but the queen was present and staring at her strange unexpected visitors. She wore very little, actually she was wearing quite a bit but nothing modest. Around her shoulders was a black velvet cloak with a white fur lining, knee high leather boots with spiked heals. A very tiny black lace thong and bra that looked like they would disintegrate with a sneeze adorned her body. And in her hands was a black leather riding crop, it was almost two feet long and adorned on top with a black spade shape that glittered with diamonds. Sex toy and royal sceptre in one. Atop her head was a large glittering crown, gold and decorated with the finest jewels wonderland had to offer. The only other thing she wore was a rather large smile.
 Well hello. She said in a sultry voice.  Finally, some playmates. She brought the crop down onto her thigh with a crack that echoed around the hall.
Alice and Michelle both cried out as a pain shot across their thighs. They fell to the floor and dropped their weapons. Alice and Michelle stared at the queen in shock. What sort of power was this that could effect the bodies of others. Alice stretched out to grab her dagger but too late. The queen reached down to between her legs and brushed against the inside of her thigh, up from her knee toward her sex. Alice and Michelle gasped and stiffened as they felt rising bolts of pleasure rising up through their bodies. The queen smiled as she saw the effect she was having on the intruders. Her hands strayed upwards towards her breasts. She reached her fingers into the cups and brushed against her hardening nipples. The two women squealed, feeling their own nipples hardening and lightning shot through them. It felt good, too good. The usual sensations seemed magnified countless times over. Alice's body was awakened and horny, she clothing was becoming soaked with her pussy juices, it flowed out of her like a river.
The queen seemed through playing and gripped the thong around her waist and ripped it off. The thin material ripped and she tossed it away across the room. She spread her legs, resting them on the arms of her throne. Alice tried to roll over and grab her weapon. She had precious seconds to strike. She barely had a chance to get to her knees before the queen shifted her fingers across her hot pink lips and Alice fell down screaming as an orgasm rocked through her body her hands and legs twitched violently. She broke out into a sweat and clenched her fists tightly. She could see and hear Michelle going through the exact same thing barely a few feet away from her. Her white clothes were turning dark from sweat and her juices. The queen meanwhile merely laughed.  What poor fragile creatures you are. She said in a lusty voice.  Think yourselves lucky, it is a grave injustice that you feel such pleasure from mere foreplay while I feel nothing but the barest tingles of delight.
Alice and Michelle looked at her, could it be true that the queen actually felt no satisfaction or release from her efforts? Then their thoughts became nothing but illogical images with half formed thoughts and sensations of ecstacy.
The queen slid a second finger into her dripping pussy and let out an almost
silent gasp as only a tiny wave of pleasure coursed through her body. For Alice ad Michelle squealed loudly, arching their backs and their limbs stiffened. Alice pounded the floor with her fists as a second climax coursed through her. She couldn't even hear her own screams anymore, only the pounding of her heat in her head.
The queen moved the riding crop down to her pussy she tickled at her clit slightly with the end making the two women thrash and gasp around on the floor. She slid the hard handle of the crop past the lips and into her tight pussy. Alice and Michelle screamed and gasped breathlessly, feeling the magnified power of their cunts being entered. Fire burned through them and they were coated in sweat. Alice felt tears running down her face, she felt exhaustion starting to take her. It was overshadowed by the rushing ecstasy through her.
The queen twisted the crop around, feeling the leather brushing against her sensitive insides and the clit of her body. Alice and Michelle felt orgasms consume them once more. Alice scratched at the floor with her nails, one broke against the marble but she felt nothing. The queen pulled the riding crop out of her, watching the gasps and twitching of the intruders bodies. She didn't stop and immediately pushed two fingers into her cunt, shifting them around and brushing the walls of her insides. Alice and Michelle felt orgasms through them yet again. Alice felt like her head was going to explode. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer, it burned in her chest and she could feel her whole body covered in sweat, she was so hot her body was turning pink, moving quickly into red.

The queen used the fingers to stroke the deepest parts of her cunt. She could feel some pleasure beginning to build within her, but it wasn't enough. She could be at this for hours. The magnified pleasure ripped its way through Alice and Michelle's bodies. Alice couldn't think anymore, there was nothing but the sensations she was feeling and the exhaustion taking its toll, it even hurt just to breath. But pain mixed with pleasure only brought more pleasure. She bit her lip, not even noticing the blood dribble down her chin, and arched her back as the another climax took her. How many had that been? She would never know but her clothes were soaked with her juices and sweat, there were puddles forming on the floor.

The queen plunged a third finger into her twat, she moved them around, spreading her insides and brushing all the sensitive walls of her twat. Finally she could feel the pleasure rising in her body somewhere close to a climax. Her other hand played with her breast, it was beginning to feel good, so good. The stirrings of an orgasm were starting within her, stirring she hadn't felt in so long. Was it these strangers? Was she getting an extra thrill out of not only their pleasure but also their watchful eyes? She didn't care. All that mattered was she might get an orgasm for the first time in so long that she had begun to forget.
She rubbed her clit and some juice ran over her hand and onto the cloak beneath her. A small pressure was building deep inside her, a rousing in her gut. Her orgasm was approaching. She pinched her nipple hard and groaned breathlessly. That had felt so good. She was now oblivious to the noise and actions of her visitors, all that mattered now was reaching her own orgasm. She had come too far to stop now, she had to reach orgasm and nothing else would get in her way. Her fingers pinched her clit tightly, practically tearing it off her body but loving the bolt of ecstasy it caused. She gasped loudly feeling sweat break out across her body. She bunched her fingers tightly together and rammed all five into her body. She twisted and flexed the digits, rising up a peek of pleasure through her body. She arched her back and ground her teeth violently. Her free hand gripped the riding crop and slapped it down on her bare thigh again and again and again. She squealed and gasped with every hit and even when she drew blood it only added to the thrill.

She gave one final squeeze to her clit and let out a deep silent moan as her orgasm exploded from within her. She feel from the throne in an undignified way as the climax rocked through her. Then suddenly she collapsed, her body twitched for a few seconds. She brushed at her folds a few more times, riding the aftershocks of the pleasure, before sliding her fingers out of her soaking cunt.

Only now, as her thoughts began to become words again, she remembered that she had two potential assassins in the room. They were no longer a threat; her pleasure had been their pleasure and her intense desires had magnified their feelings. The blonde woman was unconscious, her white clothing was soaking wet and her body was trembling, she was still alive. The second woman, with long brown hair, was barely conscious, she was in a very similar condition to the blonde girl. The queen recognised the brown haired woman but she couldn't remember where from. It didn't matter she was no longer a threat in this condition, even breathing was a struggle for her at the moment.
 GUARD Screamed the queen as she picked herself up and sat back onto the throne.

Almost at once the great door at the far end of the room creaked open wide and a small young man peeked came inside and bowed before the queen.  Yes your majesty? Then his eyes were drawn to the two invaders on the floor.  Take them to the dungeons. Commanded the queen. Despite being dressed in nothing but underwear, bleeding slightly from the thigh and covered in sweat, she commanded all the respect that one would expect of royalty.  And what is the situation with the battle? She added as an afterthought. The guard bowed low and moved over to the two weak women.
 We are winning your majesty. Their numbers are too small. Another hour and the day will be ours.
 Spread the word, there will be no prisoners taken save their leader. He is not to be killed. He will be brought before me for questioning. All the other soldiers will be killed. Understood?
 Yes your majesty. The guard said meekly as he dragged Alice and Michelle toward the door. He would not carry them, he wouldn't allow them the dignity. When the door was closed the queen smiled to herself. The day was almost won and, after a little time with the leader of these insurgents, she would find out where they had come from and move her armies down onto there. No one would be left alive, not one single rebellious soul would be allowed to live in wonderland and challenge her power ever again. Once those against her were gone her influence would sweep over all of wonderland and everyone and everything would be under her total control.

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Alice found the strength to open her eyes. In all her life she had never known such exhaustion. Even her heart felt like it didn't have the energy to keep going. She was cold and wet, and she smelled. Above her was a grey stone ceiling and just in the corner of her eye she could see a tiny window letting in only a tiny shaft of light. She a weak grunt she managed to turn her head and it flopped to the side. Michelle was laying in the corner, her eyes were open but vacant, as if she wasn't in the room.
 How& long. Alice managed to gasp out between struggled breaths. Michelle's eyes blinked and came into focus they looked at Alice with great sadness.
 I don't know. She said in a tired voice.  I think almost an hour. A tear rolled down her face.  Alice, I think we might be too late. I think the battle is lost.
 NO. Alice said sternly in all the strength she could muster.  It is not over as long as we keep trying. After going through everything and coming this far it would be an insult to the memories of all those who have fallen on that battlefield outside if we didn't keep trying to retake that throne. They were strong words, even when they were said in such a weary voice. Alice didn't believe in them, not really, but she felt they were the things that needed to be said at this time. Her actions too were necessary to make the best impression. She scraped her nails along the floor and moved slowly but gently upright, using mostly the wall and the floor to help her up. It was exhausting but the look on Michelle's face said it was all worth it. She was positively moved.  With or without you. Alice said, strength returning to her voice, the same wasn't yet true of her body.  I will be returning to that throne room and I will not stop trying. Death first. 'But I'm closer to it than you might think'She kept to herself. Michelle smiled and sat up herself, but it seemed that she was the one to spoil the feel-good party.
 The door. She said, depression entering her tone.  The door is locked. What are we going to do about that?

Alice realised she was right. With such a major defeat over such a simple thing she found her strength draining again. Her head flopped forward onto her chest and her arms hung limp by her sides. 'what the?'she thought to herself. Her hand was touching something hard in her uniform. She dove the hand into the pocket and brushed her fingers lightly over the object. It was warm, probably from her body heat, it was metal and one end had a square attachment with metal teeth. It clicked in her head and she recalled the minor even that had occurred before she and Michelle had entered the throne room. She had been looking through her bag for her dagger and had found the key she had put the key into her pocket with one hand while looking for the dagger with the other. She hadn't even thought at the time why she hadn't put the key back into the satchel but now it had apparently given them the key to success. Literally. The bag itself was gone, probably still in the throne room. Probably now by the queen side and she would be looking through its treasures. The idea that the queen was looking through her private things made Alice angry and the anger was giving her strength.

She staggered and lurched and even pushed herself around off the walls and finally made it too her feet. Alice leaned onto the door and put the key into the slot. It fit, it seemed like a tight fit but it did fit. She turned it and there was a satisfying CLICK and the door swung open.

Working together the two women managed to get up and stay on their feet and walk down the hallway's. Michelle led the way, with only her vague half-memories of her old life.  I think we should go this way. She muttered, pointing to a random hallway.
 Where are all the guards? Alice muttered. She expected a person with a sword or spear for turn a corner.
 Fighting. Michelle said, with a brave smile.  Our soldiers aren't defeated just yet. The whole palace has been emptied to answer the threat. This way. She said, pointing to the right.

They didn't meet anyone and came to the door to the throne room. It had been slow going and their muscles burned with the effort involved in getting this far. Michelle looked at Alice and the two of them were sharing the same expression; doubt.
 Can we do this? Michelle asked.
 We can try. Said Alice. Together they both reached out and grabbed the door latch and pressed it down. It was still unlocked and the door opened.

To be continued.