News that the queen had been onced upon spread through the kingdom like fairy dust. It was the fifth time today that Alice had been passed the story in a low voice by some random passer-by. She had soon learnt that she was expected to display an expression of shock and disbelief upon hearing the 'news' and so she did, expertly throwing a dose of confusion and a little bit of disbelief into the mix. This seemed to motivate the narrators to go into even more detail of the event.
The stories all agreed that the queen had been onced. It had happened from behind and it was a man of formidable stature who had done the oncing. But beyond that the recounts differed slightly, some claiming him to have had black and white skin with white hair, while other insisted that he had a milk-coffee brown complexion and black hair. Others again invoked the presence of a magic carpet upon which the queen had supposedly been onced. Whatever the case, her confusion at least was genuine.
Alice turned a corner along the road that led her from a tidy forrest onto a blooming meadow. "I wonder what that means - to be onced upon," she said to Lizard, who was following a few steps behind her. She had met the young woman with the black hair and green cape that morning and had found her likable. Alice reckoned her to be not more than two or three years older than herself. Since both were in search of Knave, they decided to travel together.
Liz had opted to remain a few steps behind Alice, allowing her to admire the 19 year old's attractive body at her leisure. She had fashioned a thin branch into a short walking stick that she used to occasionally lift up Alice's laced skirt, giving her a nice view of her long, slender legs and her perfectly shaped butt and hips, covered as they were by her pale moss green tights. Liz's eyes were captivated by the subtle feminine flick of Alice's hip with each step that she took. After initially brushing the stick aside a few times, Alice had resigned to the teasing, putting it off as juvenile girlish behavior. Her question had Liz snap out of her adoration for Alice's swaying hips with a contemplating expression.
"
You
know," she responded implying the answer to be obvious and catching Alice's eyes as her head turned back towards her. Liz gave her a naughty smile and briefly flicked her eyes up left with a little twitch of her head, before reengaging Alice's eyes. She continued her smile, hoping Alice would catch her innuendo. Her confused face quickly convinced her she hadn't.
"You know...," Liz implored again, "the guy ... did her." She emphasized her words with a subtle hip-pump, using her arms to hold an imaginary person's hips in a not-so-subtle counter motion. Liz's mouth was open in a grin of disbelief and her eyes urged Alice to catch her meaning.
"Did what to her?" Alice asked, even more confused now. She had stopped and turned to directly face Liz, sensing that she wasn't telling her everything.
"She was ...fucked," Liz blurted out in a resigning gesture, blushing slightly. Alice's eyebrows shot up. She had heard that word before, in the asylum some months ago. She had awoken one night in frozen terror as someone had suddenly unlocked her cell door. She expected the night warden to enter her room but there wasn't a sound and her door did not open. After waiting in silence for several minutes she slowly dared to get up and investigate the situation. She pressed her ear to the metal door and, once convinced that no one was standing outside, cautiously opened it. The corridor waited in front of her, lit only by a dim night light. There was, however, light in the warden's room at the end.
She slowly tiptoed down the corridor on her bare feet until she was next to warden's door. A woman's moan caused her to freeze in place. She recognized the voice as one of the nurses. Ever so slowly she turned towards the glass pane that was let into the door, allowing her to eventually peek inside room. Nurse Emma was leaning back against the table. She judged her to be in her mid twenties. Alice had always admired her beauty, her dark brown hair tied up to a knot behind her head, her dark compassionate eyes, and her kindness towards Alice that were among the few things making her life in the asylum bearable.
But she was mesmerized by how she saw Nurse Emma now. She was wearing a white lab coat that had been pulled wide open. Alice gasped silently when she saw that she was completely naked underneath. The young nurse's full breasts, her taught belly and wellformed legs were completely exposed to a man standing between her parted thighs. He was wearing a lab coat as well and Alice recognized Doctor Hudson, who's hand was firmly kneading the nurse's left breast.
Alice felt a tingle deep inside her belly, certain that she was doing something forbidden by spying through the window. Yet curiosity compelled her to continue watching. She had never seen two people touch each other like that before.
Nurse Emma's gaze was locked on Doctor Hudson's eyes and she was obviously appreciating his rough treatment of her breast. Alice saw her hands swiftly move forward, groping the Doctor between his legs, then undoing the belt of his pants. The doctor reciprocated, placing his hand firmly up against the short-trimmed patch of dark brown hair between the top of her thighs to which Emma sharply inhaled in a loud gasp. Then his pants dropped, and Alice looked on in shock at a stiff flesh-colored shaft that bounced free from between the doctor's thighs. She had no idea that men had such huge things in their pants.
Alice's mouth dropped open as she felt the tingling in her own belly now moving lower and broadening into an unknown primeval urge that was pleading for her attention. She was utterly confused by the clash of emotion and intellect in her, between the lack of reference in what she saw before her and the seeming familiarity her body had with what was going on. Her hand unconsciously moved underneath her short night skirt as she continued to watch Emma grab the Doctor's shaft firmly in her hand and, never dropping her gaze off his eyes, guide it between her thighs, pushing aside the hand that covered her entrance.
"Fuck me," Emma had demanded in an insistent whisper. Alice's eyes were instinctively drawn to where his shaft was now touching Emma's lower lips. She noticed the ample wetness that seemed to spill out of her as his firm tip pushed her lips apart. Then his hips blocked her view as they insistently pressed down on Emma, who let her head fall back while crying out in a longing moan.
Alice's fingers pressed into her own folds, feeling puddles of wetness pour over them. Her hips tilted sharply backward as she touched the little nub at the top that was the source of her tingling urge. She felt her knees buckle and had to steady herself against the wall with her other hand.
The Doctor had pulled his hips back again and Alice could briefly see Emma's lips, swollen now, firmly engulf the turgid shaft. He pistoned it back into her and she watched Emma raise her knees up to his shoulders while locking her ankles behind his back to intensify his already forceful thrusts into her.
Alice closed her eyes, barely able to contain her moans. Her finger was slowly circling the nub which sent sharp spikes of hitherto unfelt pleasure into her groin. She felt her legs slump and she ungracefully slid to her knees, keeping them slightly spread, still leaning against the wall, her hand now clenched to a fist. Her head was spinning but she couldn't stop - what was happening to her? She pressed the nub firmly upward and immediately felt her belly explode in pure sensations. Her wide open mouth bit hard into her fist, trying to muffle any noises while witnessing herself losing complete control of her body. She couldn't breathe. Her belly cramped hard while her hips jerked unpredictably against her finger, causing new waves of sensations to pour through her. She could no longer support herself against the wall and felt her upper body collapse down onto her thighs and knees.
After a while the thrashing of her body had ebbed and she had started to breathe again.
Bed
- she thought.
Back to my room, into my bed
. She had tried to straighten herself but had felt wobbly. A moan from Nurse Emma gave her relief that she hadn't been discovered yet. Using the wall to lean on she had stumbled back into her room, managing to pull the door close without much noise before falling into the warm sheets of her bed. She heard someone calling her name.
"Alice!" Liz shouted, waving her fingers before Alice's eyes to grab her attention. "Are you ok?" She was holding Alice's upper arm. Alice blinked a few times, coming out of her day dream. She felt herself blush as if she had just been caught red-handed.
