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16 Tuesday Oct 2012

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This is one of the last chapters of Down the Rabbit Hole. Alice, at this point in the story has been wandering through Wonderland trying to get into a lovely garden where she witnessed a spectacular orgy going on through a tiny door. Now, having met a very Dominant Duchess and her submissive Cook, petted and stroked a charmingly seductive Cheshire Cat, and had a tea party with a Mad Hatter, she now has found herself back in the garden at last, only now there is a game of sexual croquet being played and the Queen of Hearts is both a sore loser and a sore winner. Frustrated, confused, and a little scared, Alice seeks release without losing her head.

*****

She had hoped Cat would have some idea about how this game was played; or more specifically, Alice wondered how to take part in this delightfully debauched orgy without losing her head. Cat, however, was very busy being the center of attention. The King had fetched the executioner, who was currently in a heated argument about how it was impossible to cut the head off of something that didn’t have a body. The King, for his part, felt quite strongly that if one had a head, one could be certainly be beheaded. The Queen declared in a shrill voice that if something wasn’t done about it in less than no time, she’d have everyone there beheaded, which caused the revelers (who really just wanted to get back to their Bacchanalian festivities) to look quite anxious.

Alice remarked that perhaps the Duchess would be of some help, so the King and the executioner ran off in different directions. But by the time they returned with the Duchess, Cat’s smiling face had completely disappeared. The King and the soldiers ran around everywhere looking for her, but she was nowhere to be seen, so the rest of the party went back to their games.

Left standing quite alone again, Alice found herself growing irritated and the whole of Wonderland quite tiresome.

“I’m very glad to see you again,” said a voice very near to Alice’s left ear. The Knave of Hearts slipped an arm around her waist and led her away from the croquet-ground. Alice was very glad to see him again, though she was concerned at the Knave’s utter lack of concern about being beheaded by the Queen if she should find one of her pets engaged with a guest. But then, she thought to herself, the Knave was a magnificent specimen of man and she was so tired of being treated rudely, that perhaps the risk would be quite worth it.

She walked along and was so engrossed with weighing the pros and cons of having a bit of sport with one of the Queen’s favorites that she didn’t realize the Knave was talking to her. She was startled when his voice sounded quite close to her ear again. “You’re thinking about something. I can tell because you forgot to talk. There’s a moral in that somewhere, only I can’t think of what it is right at the moment,” he said.

“Maybe there isn’t a moral,” Alice offered helpfully.

“Everything’s got a moral, if you can find it,” he said, squeezing closer up to Alice’s side as he spoke.

Alice was enthralled by the nearness of him, because he was so very handsome, and because his erection was growing as they walked along and it occasionally brushed against her hand to remind her of his desire for her. “The game’s going on a little better now,” Alice said, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Yes,” the Knave replied, “and the moral of that is, ‘A change of scene can change one’s character.’”

“I don’t think that’s quite right,”Alice said, confused. “Isn’t it ‘A change of scene does not change one’s character?’”

“Same thing,” the Knave said, smiling. “And the moral of that is ‘Every truth has two sides.’”

How fond he is of morals! Alice thought to her herself. They rounded a bend in the path and found themselves outside the croquet-ground and on the edge of a large field.

“How are you finding Wonderland?” he asked.

“I find it a bit…frustrating,” Alice admitted, as the Knave slipped in behind her, pulling her fast to him and pressing his hard cock against her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s very trying to fit in when everyone here is afraid of being beheaded by the Queen.”

The Knave chuckled, his deep voice sonorous and pleasant. “Yes, she can be unpleasant to those she does not trust, and she trusts no one. And the moral of that is ‘It is safer to know one’s guest before offering hospitality.”

Alice was having trouble following his logic, but his hands were sliding over her body and she was having trouble forming a logical thought anyway. He carefully undid the buttons of her dress and with a shrug of her shoulders, it fell to the grass.

She turned and faced him, running her hands up his smooth chest, over his hard nipples and around his thick neck. She pulled him to her and kissed him deeply, and he responded by opening his mouth and taking her in more deeply. He wrapped his hands around her ass and pulled her tightly to him, his cock hot and hard between their bodies.

She stripped his vest off of him, and leaning back, pulled him to the grass. He lay between her legs and took her breasts in his hands. She gasped as he bit her nipple gently, pulling it with his straight white teeth while he smiled beguiling at her. He sucked the pink tips into rock hard points and licked and teased them with his tongue. He slid lower down her body and she lay back in the cool grass, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as his mouth found her yearning pussy.

He kissed the shaved lips gently and slid his tongue in between the soft folds. She parted her legs for him and moaned as his lips made contact with her clit. He sucked gently at the hard little nugget, teasing it with his tongue and his teeth. She ground her cunt against his mouth, trying to get him to possess her entirely.

He slipped his strong arms beneath her legs and flipped her, turning her ass up and spreading her cheeks with his hands. He sucked at her sweet, eager asshole and she moaned again, tossing her hair over her shoulder and reaching down between her legs to diddle her clit. He sucked at her juicy cunt, so wet and ready it was practically dripping into the grass beneath him.

He knelt behind her and slid his huge cock into her and she cried out with delight as it filled her to the hilt, stretching and opening her. His balls swung and smacked softly against her clit and she reached under and squeezed his scrotum gently, scratching the soft skin gently with her nails.

He ran his hands over her round ass and held her hips while he stroked his cock inside her. She was moaning aloud, growing louder and louder as he churned inside her, working her pussy and bringing her once again to the brink of orgasm.

A flock of birds took sudden flight, but Alice paid them no mind. She was on the edge of coming, closer than she’d been since she’d followed the White Rabbit down that stupid hole and she was not going to stop now, not for anyone.

Suddenly, the Knave pulled out of her and she cried out in frustration. She flipped on her back in time to see two of the Queen’s soldiers taking him roughly by the arms and pulling him away. His cock was purple and rampant and shining with her juices, but he only smiled placidly as he was led away from her.

Alice sat alone in the grass, confused and angry. She was momentarily too angry to even spread her legs and rub her clit to relieve herself of that elusive orgasm. She sat motionless until the sound of an approaching crowd brought her to her feet. The White Rabbit ran by her. “Come on! Come on!” he shouted excitedly. “The trial is beginning!”

“What trial?” Alice said, hurriedly picking up her dress and attempting to pull it on as she ran.

“Come on! Come on!”

So Alice ran.

*****

What happens in the courtroom? Well, there’s lots of “interesting” testimony from the witnesses, and Alice makes her last stand for satisfaction. To find out how things “finish” for Alice, you can read the whole story of Down the Rabbit Hole on Kindle, Nook, or in paperback. 

From Down the Rabbit Hole

15 Monday Oct 2012

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This is the opening chapter of the novella Down the Rabbit Hole, a re-imagining of Lewis Carroll’s classic Alice in Wonderland. But with much more sex.

*****

A Warm Summer Day

Alice lay under a weeping willow tree on the riverbank. The tall grass whispered around her in the slight breeze and the sun shone brightly through the leaves, playing across her skin in golden, dappled patterns. Her long, blonde hair was fanned out beneath her head and it shone like a spun-gold halo.

The far pasture was the only place Alice knew she could be left completely alone for a time, away from the din of her crowded family home and on vacation from the cacophony of dormitory life. She sighed deeply, enjoying the peaceful solitude of the vast, rambling fields. The only noise came from the babbling of the nearby stream as it rushed over the rocks, the occasional birdsong and cricket chirp, and the gentle rustling of the grass in the warm spring wind.

Alice believed there was no better companion on such a day as a canvas bag full of books. She had chosen several volumes to keep her company: a thin book of modern poetry, a dog-eared copy of a children’s book she’d long outgrown but still loved, and a couple of the latest bestsellers to be released in affordable paperback.

None held her attention for very long, and she had opened and discarded each one in turn as unsatisfactory. Feeling restless and fidgety, she found her mind wandering from thought to thought, idea to idea, unable to concentrate fully on any of the reading material she had brought along. Her brain felt sluggish and dull, a condition aggravated by certain biological urges she’d lately been unable to assuage, due to an appalling lack of privacy at home and an equally annoying lack of time at school.

Giving up trying to rein in and focus her intellect in any meaningful way, she reclined in the shade of the massive tree with her head propped up against the roots and drew out the last book in the bag. She carefully propped the antique leather-bound illustrated anthology of Victorian erotica comfortably on her belly and let her legs splay open languidly. The breeze fluttered the hem of her blue cotton sundress and she spread her thighs slightly, allowing the skirt to slide up her bare legs and nearly expose her bare pussy. There was no need for modesty out in the middle of nowhere, and as the day had promised early on to be a hot one, she had decided—as she sometimes did—to forgo any panties beneath her full-skirted dress.

She smiled to herself and opened the old book, reading the tales of proper gentlemen seducing innocent girls. The young ladies blushed and giggled as their randy men requested favors, pushing their hands away and protesting while the young men pressed ever onward against every defense. Of course each story ended with the couple engaging in “a bout of love” and “copious spendings” and all of the walls of Victorian prudery came tumbling down. She wondered how many dark wardrobes and woolen underthings had hidden this particular volume.

Though Alice was far from being a repressed Victorian lady, the stories and elaborate woodcut illustrations—by virtue of their being once-forbidden—were still somehow deliciously naughty to her in the way modern porn so seldom was. As imaginative as any young woman that came before her, she lay beneath the tree and let her mind wander; she pretended that she was a proper Victorian English girl, full of carnal desires that both confused and aroused her. She fantasized that she had just slipped away from her stifling, rigid parents with the excuse of needing a bit of fresh air in the garden. Or perhaps she had given her martinet of a governess the slip and had thus managed to avoid an afternoon full of dull needlework or the parsing of irregular French verbs. She was a naughty girl, and her upright, staid family would consider her wanton if they knew how often she stole away to enjoy baser pursuits. Perhaps she tucked this book—a gift from her lover, maybe—in the folds of her skirts before slipping out of the house to a secluded spot by the riverbank. Away from any prying eyes, she was able to hitch up her skirts and spread her legs, letting the dirty little stories and pictures fuel her desire as she explored her body.

Lost in her fantasy, Alice slid her dress up to her waist. She ran a hand over her smooth, freshly waxed pussy, the bare lips serving as a reminder that she was a modern woman and no longer possessed of the thick nest of curls favored by her Victorian counterparts. She lazily slipped a fingertip between the smooth, plump lips and shivered as she found the hard little pearl of her clit and stroked it. She wondered what her imaginary gentleman lover would think if he found her touching herself in such a bold manner, and she spread her legs wider, hoping he would find her lustful abandon so arousing that he’d be overcome and take her right there in the tall, sweet grass.

She let the book fall to the ground with a soft thump, its leaves lightly smudged and faintly musky-scented with her own juices where she had stopped to turn the page. She slipped her hand inside the top of her dress, rubbing and pinching her hard, pink nipples. She inserted two fingers into her tight cunt and moaned a little to herself, fully enjoying the deliciousness of an outdoor frig. She was just about to close her eyes and draw out her sweet climax when an enormous white rabbit ran right past her feet.

She stopped, startled, and sat up. She jumped to her feet and looked around trying to see where it had gone, since it’s not every day a timid field hare passes by close enough to be caught. The sight of a flash of white bounding through the tall grass captivated her, and while she knew there was no way she could ever overtake it, she tore out after it anyway, determined to catch it, although if anyone had asked her (and no one did) she would have said she did not know why she left off mid-diddle to chase a wild bunny she had no hope of catching.

Her bare feet pounded against the packed earth and she was quite out of breath by the time she reached the mouth of a very large, very cave-like rabbit hole yawning from the side of an enormous hillock. Her family had owned the land as far back as anyone could remember and she knew every inch of the property like the back of her hand, but for the life of her she could not remember that particular mound ever being there before. Under other circumstances she might have given it more thought, but as it was, a giant rabbit hole appearing where none had ever existed was the least curious thing she had to consider.

She stopped short and shook her head, not quite believing her eyes. The white rabbit wasn’t a rabbit at all, but a man. He was young and handsome with very muscular thighs and fine, round buttocks. He was barefoot and wore white satin breeches, only to Alice’s surprised delight the entire crotch of the trousers had been removed. The neatly cut-out area left his manhood—which Alice noticed was heavy and impressive and quite as hairless as her own nether regions—and his soft, pink ass entirely exposed. Over his breeches he wore a white satin waistcoat that fit him like a second skin, but no jacket, shirt or tie. His chest was as bare and smooth as the rest of him, and his strong arms looked powerful. He was tow-headed and fair with eyes that were the pale, clear blue of a summer sky, though his expression was anxious and his manner somewhat twitchy.

He pulled a large, turnip-shaped pocket watch from his white waistcoat and looked at the time worriedly. “Oh dear,” he exclaimed suddenly, addressing Alice as if he’d been conversing with her all along. “I am so very, very late! The Queen is going to be most unhappy with me!” He closed the watch with a snap and slipped it back into his pocket. “Come, Mary Anne,” he commanded her. “There is much to do!”

Alice looked around for Mary Anne, and seeing no one but herself and the White Rabbit (which she had taken to calling him in her head), she said, “But…my name is Alice.”

“No time! No time!” the White Rabbit exclaimed and ran into the rabbit hole. Alice felt she had no choice but to follow him. It never occurred to her to be frightened, or even curious as to who he was or where he was leading her.

She ran behind the rabbit as fast as she could go in the dark tunnel, her eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light. She caught a blur of white up ahead of her and ran toward it, trying to catch up with the White Rabbit. Suddenly, the ground beneath her began to slope sharply downward and she scrambled as the earth rolled away underneath her feet. She flailed her arms searching for something to grab onto to slow her fall, and with a shriek she realized there was nothing. Alice felt as though she was falling down a very deep well, and for several seconds with her eyes squeezed shut she waited for the jarring impact of the ground, only none came. All she felt was the cool air rushing past her and she cautiously opened her eyes.

*****

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