As Kim turned the corner, she was thrilled at what she saw. It really was a tea party, albeit a strange one, and there actually was a Hatter, a March hare and a dormouse just like in 'Alice in Wonderland'. In the centre of the room was one of Mistress Nemesis's or the Red Queen's slaves wearing a leather hood down on all fours with a piece of clear perspex strapped to his back for a human table.
Along one long side of the table were the three figures. At the centre, and dominating the proceedings, was the figure of the Red Queen, who was now dressed in a metallic blue pvc tail coat suit, a green silk cravat and a blue and red checked waistcoat. On her head was perched a top hat with a label reading 'In This Style 10/- 6d' on it. To Kim's eyes it was clearly the same figure as the Queen of Hearts, the shiny black hair lay against the lapels of her jacket and the piercing blue eyes carefully emphasized with eyeliner and blue eye shadow. On either side of her were another two human animals as Kim had come to see them, a March hare with floppy ears in a tatty long tail coat, a spotted bow tie and a monocle in one beady eye. At the other side of the Hatter was a man transformed into a dormouse. The hare and the dormouse had the same features as the Duchess and the black cat. Kim was confused; she could see how the Red Queen and the Duchess could have left the medieval barn and got changed but there was no way that the black cat could have got past Kim without her seeing.
"Come here my dear," called the Hatter beckoning Kim forward.
Kim stepped forward to stand in front of the table.
"Have you no manners girl? Do you always come to tea parties with no clothes on?"
"Well, no madam, least ways not usually," she answered quietly taking up a deferential position with her hands behind her back. Kim had quite forgotten she was stark naked and felt quite embarrassed stood before them with no clothes on. "But, I have had some rather strange adventures and, well, I seem to have lost my clothes along the way."
"That's really most unfortunate and very careless of you. Well, that won't do. You can't have tea without any clothes. Hare! Go and find the girl some clothes."
The hare produced some clothes for Kim. There was a light blue dress made in latex and a white pinafore to go over it, also in latex. Kim was delighted; she would be like a little fetish Alice. She loved rubber, the feel of it on her skin, the tightness and the smell. She used to wear latex underwear when she worked in the brothel and it always made her feel incredibly horny. She squeezed into the tight rubber dress. It was very short and left the fleshy white skin of her thighs exposed. The tight rubber squeezed her tits and pushed them up enhancing her already ample cleavage even more. She pulled over the latex pinafore and finally put on some short white ankle socks and some patent leather shoes. The latex felt tight around her buttocks and breasts but that was a lovely feeling. Kim thought she looked great and was quite looking forward to joining the party.
"That's better, now come and sit over here girl," said the Hatter pointing to a little armchair at the end of the perspex table where the slave's head was. "Oh, don't worry about him, if he tries to sneak a look at your crotch he knows he'll be severely punished. Besides, he has been told to look at the floor at all times and keep perfectly still and if he tries to ogle your sweet little fanny, my dear, I shall know."
Kim was shocked, she was sure the Hatter in the children's book didn't use language like that.
"And who are you?" the Hatter asked.
"My name is Kim. But, surely you must be The Queen of Hearts?"
"How rude my dear, what bad manners you have."
"Now that's very bad, she should be taught better manners," the hare added.
Do I look like the Queen of Hearts?"
"Well I suppose not but it's just that you do have the look of her," replied Kim.
"Things are not always what they seem girl," the Hatter added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "but of course the Red Queen is a good friend of mine, I make all of her bonnets I'd have you know."
"Have you come far, Kim?"
"Well, I don't know for sure. I have just been talking to a black cat just outside there."
At the mention of the word cat the dormouse became very distressed.
"Cat, where's there a cat?"
"Oh dear, you have to be so careful you know. He's very sensitive and the c - a - t word does upset him so," said the hare, who had gone over to console the dormouse.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to upset him, I wasn't thinking. I suppose if I were a mouse I would get disturbed at the mention of a cat."
"Ahh no, where's the cat?" the dormouse started off again.
The Hatter leaned over, held dormouse's nose between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it.
"Ouch!"
That was terribly cruel, thought Kim, but it did have the desired effect of calming the dormouse down.
Oh dear, thought Kim, this tea party could be very weird. She cast her eye across the table; it was certainly a wonderful spread. There were two huge round tea pots and places set with china cups and saucers and plates. The centrepiece was a large multi-tiered black cast iron cake stand that was filled with a delicious assortment of cup cakes. They were iced in shades of pastel green, yellow and pink and decorated with cherries or walnuts. There was bread, butter and jam, home-baked scones and jellies and trifles. I've not seen party food like this since I was a child, she thought. Kim was ravenous and thirsty, just ready for afternoon tea.
"Pour yourself a cup of tea," offered the Hatter.
Kim picked up the big round yellow tea pot and was about to pour a cup when the hare and dormouse intervened.
"No, No, my dear, you don't want to drink from that tea pot," shouted the hare.
"No, no," muttered the dormouse, "definitely not that tea pot."
"Why, what's wrong with this tea pot?"
"The orange tea pot is for the tea," said the hare.
"And the yellow tea pot is for the wee," said the dormouse.
Kim looked surprised, "I'm sorry I don't understand, do you really mean there's wee in that tea pot?" she asked cautiously, dreading the answer.
The Hatter replied, "Why of course, that tea pot's for them."
She pointed to two of what Kim presumed were Mistress Nemesis's male slaves. Kim hadn't noticed them yet. One had a leather hood on his head, the other an iron cage. They were both sat behind her forlornly. Waiting to be fed perhaps, thought Kim?
"They are probably thirsty," said the Hatter, "would you mind doing the honours, girl?"
"Why, yes, I suppose not."
Kim picked up the huge round yellow tea pot with both hands and walked over to the two men.
"Should I pour them out a cup?" she asked.
"No, no, they can drink straight from the spout," the Hatter said.
"Yes, direct from the spout," echoed the hare.
"Oh, definitely from the spout," confirmed the dormouse.
The hooded slave lifted his head up and positioned it so that Kim, holding the tea pot high over him, could tip the spout up and pour its contents straight into his mouth. She did just that and a stream of yellow fluid came flooding out of the spout. Oh my god, it really is pee, thought Kim. It was a clear golden colour but it did not smell too much so it must have been quite fresh. Kim wondered if it was the Hatter's. Most of the piss poured straight into the slave's mouth and he guzzled it down eagerly, but some splashed onto his body and quite a bit spilt onto the floor. The tea pot was soon empty.
"He can't waste any," called the Hatter, "make him drink what he's spilt off the floor."
"Go on, drink it," said Kim tentatively at first and then more firmly, "come on drink it up."
"That's no good," said the Hatter, "he's got to obey you. Kick him in the balls."
Kim did exactly that with the shiny leather shoes. The hooded man howled in pain but soon got his head down onto the floor and started lapping the golden waters up.
"Give the rest to the other one," ordered the Hatter.
"I'm sorry but the tea pot is empty now,"
"Well, there's nothing for it, you'll just have to fill it yourself."
"Sorry, you mean you want me to pee in the tea pot?"
"Well yes, of course," the Hatter said.
"Yes, you heard the Hatter. You must piss in the tea pot," added the hare.
"Yes, piss in the tea pot," said the dormouse.
It was true, that Kim was desperate to go. She hadn't been to the toilet since she had left the massage parlour and that was hours ago. Oh well, she thought, I need to go. She put the yellow tea pot on the floor, took the lid off, crouched over it, hitched up her latex dress and let release a stream of hot piss into the tea pot. God, I needed that. It was quite a relief to empty her bladder.
"Now bring the tea pot back here, put it on the table and let it brew for a bit," said the Hatter.
Kim did what she was told and took her seat at the table again.
"Would you like a cup cake, my dear?" the Hatter asked, her mouth spreading into a broad grin as she held the cake stand in front of Kim.
"Don't mind if I do," replied Kim reaching out to take a pale yellow iced bun with a cherry on top.
"Don't you mean, 'do mind if I don't'."
"Well, I suppose so," said Kim.
"Or rather, don't you mean, you suppose not."
