"Sinners, you are all unrepentant sinners. You will accept the evil of your sins or suffer the consequences."
Bristols, Mistress Paliqueen and Cruizerman stood quietly in the dock, arms pinioned behind their backs with very heavy shackles connecting to their ankles.
"The ecclesiastical right to oversight of all humanities actions cannot be questioned by mere bit players."
Paliqueen wanted to respond but was unable to speak coherently as the staples firmly keeping her bleeding lips pressed to her gums made any sounds just guttural drivel.
"You show your usual eloquence Paliqueen."
Father William's sneering tone cut into her flesh like a cat of nine tails.
"Let the clerk of the court read the charges."
Hatter stood in front of the dock in full millinery regalia. Black jacket and waistcoat, a very dapper pair of gray and black striped trousers and the shiniest mole skin top hat deliciously plumed in black ostrich worn slightly askance on his amazingly bright ginger mop.
"The defendants are jointly accused of conspiring to make the population vomit themselves to extinction by a constant display of crass stupidity, self indulgence and a total disregard of facts or figures, about religion, politics, common decency and humanity. The defendant Paliqueen is singularly charged with causing widespread panic and consternation with a sublime indifference to logic and an insistence on running for offices above her mental capacity; the defendant Cruizerman with total oblivion to the truth even though being intellectually gifted and a total disregard for anything that doesn't conform to his very small perspective; defendant Bristols with not accepting the formal position in a destitute whore house for which she is so strongly qualified and for endangering man and beast alike with the rancid locks of her ever expanding pubic hair."
"Off with their heads!"
The Red Queen had heard enough and was ready for luncheon.
"There has to be a fair trial My dear."
Unusually the King felt inclined to correct His spouses excessive haste in calling for be-headings. The Red Queen looked Him in the eyes lovingly and reaching down grasped His testicles tightly in her fist.
"Did you say something My Liege?"
The King coughed, a painful mistake in His predicament and shook His head frenziedly.
Alice had only seen courtroom dramas on celluloid or on the steam television sets that indiscriminately occupied so much space in her home universe. The rules here seemed to follow much of the same practices. Father William as the prosecutor was the star attraction and bestrode the area immediately before the accused dock with panther like pride and fierce attention. The Judge, whom Alice had never had the pleasure of meeting before, sat upon a high dais invisible from the waist down surrounded as he was by heavy and beautifully carved paneling on three sides. His Lordship was old looking, but serenely calm and carried His heavy flowing white powdered wig with a dignity obvious to all.
No defending attorney seemed to be present. This might have explained the black cap already sitting on top of His Lordships tight curls. The two bailiffs wore very cute outfits, not dissimilar to a french maids, except their heads were decorated with small powdered hair pieces instead of the customary lace cap and their pristine aprons were richly embroidered with Masonic symbolism. As one stooped to retrieve a renegade court document Alice was most gratified to observe that open crotch panties were still de rigueur.
"Call the first witness."
Alice was amazed. Pincushion was paraded on a gurney twice around the courtroom to much applause to finally lie glinting on the witness stand.
"Your full name?"
"Willow Paliqueen."
A ripple of amazement ran about the courtroom like a Mexican wave.
"Occupation?"
"Beauty consultant and visually arousing sexual stimulus."
"When did you first meet the defendant Mistress Paliqueen?"
The Judge coughed loudly and beckoned Father William to join Him momentarily. They proceeded to talk in hushed tones for several minutes until having obviously reached some form of understanding Daddy Bill returned to His pacing.
"I withdraw the last question on the grounds that it was imbecilic!"
"Here, here."
The whole court responded as one.
"Please give a full, but brief statement of your relationships with the defendants."
"Mistress Paliqueen is my mother and Bristols my older sister. Both are bitches and deserve to be ass fucked with a razor sharp over-sized dildo."
"Here, here, then of with there heads!"
The Red Queen released Her spouses balls just long enough to maliciously point at the female defendants. The Red King breathed for the first time in several minutes.
"Such wonderfully attractive propositions aside, could you expand on their particular faults as role models in your development."
"Mommy would punish me terribly if I didn't suck on Her tits whenever She wanted. I didn't mind occasionally but it was very embarrassing at high school. Bristols wasn't a bad role model if you consider servicing cock the main purpose of existence."
"You don't consider cock worship a suitable occupation for a young girl?"
"Oh yes Sir, decidedly, but I like cunt in equal measure too!"
"Your sister doesn't share your bisexual proclivities?"
"She does now. Soon as she realized that all men are fuckwits and dildos are bigger and better and don't give you babies she quite changed her tune."
The Judge gave out a groan and settled back in His chair. Alice wasn't sure if maybe Cheshire was on His lap. Whatever the root causes His Lordship studiously and contentedly stroked away.
"I have recently had the pleasure of assisting your spiritual growth."
"Oh fuck yes. My clitoris is so tender 24/7. So grateful to you for saving me My Daddy Bill. I just await the final baptism in Your holy jiz."
"My Lord I feel a short adjournment might be mutually beneficial."
"Agreed, bailiffs clear the court. There will be a thirty minute adjournment for legal wrangling."
Alice followed the milling crowd out of the courthouse as Father William and the Judge commenced to probe the groaning Willow in a deep and unequivocal spit roast.
The square in front of the courthouse was bustling. Being Wednesday tomorrow it was of course election day, again, the many small and fractious political organizations attempting to sway voters with promises of everything and anything. Alice enjoyed a good debate as well as the next person and wandered between the stumps absorbing a few lines of aural cocaine here, a few shots of verbal morphine there. Having a reelection every seven days came with certain limitations. Since the adoption of democracy some 250 years previously Wonderland had seen no political change whatsoever. The thirteen thousand governments so far elected had failed to commit one piece of legislation to law and had become so fragmented by constant infighting that the chances of them ever gaining a consensus about anything was marginal. This of course suited the retiring Monarchy perfectly. The Kings and Queens had virtual carte blanche to do anything they wanted and a constant supply of fresh fall guys to blame for their overindulgences and ineptitudes.
Former Premieres Georgy Shrub and Billy Blythe the Third were ensconced in a place of great honor. Members of the new political 'royalty', one was a second generation Premiere, the other the jovial propagator of a dynasty.