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Subject: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Four (4/15) {Bradley Stoke} {Mf}
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Title: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Four (4/15) {Bradley Stoke} {Mf}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 4 of 15
Keywords: Mf
Short Summary: Rabbit Sends in a Little Willie


Alice
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Synopsis of whole novel
======================

We all know the story of Alice as told by Lewis Carroll. Here is an 
erotic tale inspired by, and unashamedly borrowing from, this famous 
children's story. This story tells how Alice goes to Wonderground and 
what she found there. 


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Previously
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Alice goes down the hole and stays with Mouse in Wonderground. 



Chapter Four
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Rabbit Sends in a Little Willie
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"Utterly bourgeois!" was Dodie's assessment of the play Alice and 
Mouse had seen. 

"How can you say that? You've not even seen it!" Mouse objected. 

"How can it be anything else given your description of it? It's nothing 
but an excuse for titillating and athletic sex scenes in a story that 
reinforces accepted stereotypes, particularly with regards to lesbian 
love." Dodie smiled at Alice who was wearing the Mickey Mouse 
tee-shirt she'd originally wore. "Don't worry, Alice, I'll show you real 
theatre. Vibrant living theatre!" 

Dodie escorted Alice to a converted warehouse called The Doss 
House, in a poor part of town that Alice hadn't seen before. Mouse 
declined to go. "There's no point," she explained. "I either don't 
understand it or I don't enjoy it. And usually both." 	

"Well, this shouldn't strain too many people's cerebral processes!" 
exclaimed Dodie when they arrived to see The Mushroom 
Garden, subtitled Mould, Dung and Modern Life. The 
audience was fairly mixed. Many of the women had their hair shaved 
and like Dodie wore nothing but military looking boots and a vest to 
just below their navel. Many of the men dressed like the women and 
some wore shapeless jumpers and baggy corduroys with sandals. 
Dodie seemed to know everyone there, and shared cigarettes with 
almost everyone she passed by. 

"This is Alice," she'd say, cuddling Alice close to her and nervously 
pulling her pubic hair. "I'm introducing her to culture." 

"She'll get it if she's in the front row," laughed one of the men whose 
penis dangled just below Alice's line of sight. 

Eventually, Alice and Dodie sat at the front on plastic seats that were 
arranged in concentric circles around an otherwise undistinguished 
area that represented the stage. Curiously enough, the front seats were 
not the most popular. "Audience participation is the rule in modern 
theatre," explained Dodie. "Modern theatre is about breaking barriers. 
Breaking rules. Getting across to people. Okay, it's still limited by the 
censorship rules. No buggery. Only simulated sex between two men. 
But all the main rules are broken." 

"Is there going to be audience participation in this play?" 

"I'd be very surprised if there wasn't." When the play began Alice's 
confusion only grew more intense. There may have been some story 
line in the speechifying and sex scenes but it seemed to occur at 
almost random moments. The actors and actresses, who also didn't 
shave off any body hair, never seemed to play very well- defined 
characters but they did a lot of shouting and made obscene jokes about 
each other, the present government and the audience. Alice's 
vocabulary grew by more and more colourful swear words, of whose 
meanings she wasn't absolutely sure. 

There was some audience participation, but to Alice the actors seemed 
to be simply bullying people in the audience. At one stage, they 
dragged a girl out of the third row. One of the actors was fucking one 
of the actresses. They persuaded the girl to take off her vest, and she 
revealed two very large breasts. The actress being fucked took the 
girls' nipples in her teeth and one of the actors slowly caressed her 
pubic hair. While this was going on, a couple of actors performed a 
rather tuneless song on the theme of racial equality. 

Alice was quite relieved when the break came, but the performance 
was left in a very unsatisfactory state with one of the actresses leaving 
stage after giving a monologue to the backing of badly-tuned piano to 
the effect that she was in despair at the lack of imagination of both of 
her boyfriends. Alice was rather hoping Dodie might enlighten her 
how this made any sense with the rest of the action. 

"It's fairly obvious really. The way the actors have been disrespectful 
to the women, including those in the audience, is symptomatic of a 
very unprogressive attitude. It'll all become obvious in the second 
half." 

This wasn't true. Alice's mystification merely deepened. She was also 
very embarrassed when one of the actors proffered his erect penis 
which had just been dipped in each of the actresses' cunts to the 
women in the front row to do what they would. Alice didn't like the 
smell so she waved it aside. Dodie however threw herself 
enthusiastically on to it. This seemed to be a general cue for audience 
participation. Before not very long, there was an orgy on stage where 
some half of the participants were from the audience. Being art, 
however, it lasted less than fifteen minutes and members of the 
audience returned to their seats. Dodie who had just been fucked by 
three of the actors wiped her pubic hairs with her vest which had come 
off in the proceedings. "That was a scene to remember!" she 
whispered. 

 From Alice's perspective the play still never got very far despite 
several more tuneless songs, some rather clumsy dancing and some 
monotonous monologues. There was however quite a lot of applause 
at the end, particularly for some of the more energetic of the cast. The 
applause never seemed to end as far as Alice could see, while the 
sweating, mostly naked, cast wiped semen and other stains from their 
bodies. 

"I loved the improvisation!" exclaimed one of Dodie's friends 
afterwards as Dodie and Alice bundled out of the theatre. "I'd say that 
was about 75% improvisation. Pretty brave!" 

"You were great, Dodie!" laughed a woman friend who kissed Dodie 
very seductively about the lips. "You really got the thing going. I 
thought it would never have got beyond that poor girl in the first act 
wobbling her breasts about." 

"Yes, they weren't very selective there. You could see she'd never 
done that sort of thing before! You fancy a drink?" 

Dodie and her friends took Alice with them to a very basic pub with 
rather tatty decor and a loud juke-box where they smoked reefers, 
drank bottles of beer and talked politics. Alice was exceedingly bored 
by all this, but she couldn't help envying Dodie's stamina. She was 
already making arrangements to stop off with some of the others, 
presumably for more love-making. 

Alice was then taken along to the house where one of the men, Rabbit, 
lived in a kind of commune. "It's totally different to Mouse's 
bourgeois home," advised Dodie. "How surprised she'll be when she 
finds out where you'll have been!" As she said this, they arrived at a 
run-down Victorian House, on the door of which was a bright brass 
plate with the slogan Bailiffs Out scratched on it. They went in 
without knocking, and bundled into a very large untidy living room. 

"How queer it seems," Alice said to Dodie. The living room was a 
mess of ethnic junk and ancient scrappy furniture. Cushions and 
broken-down armchairs were scattered about randomly, as also were 
cigarette butts and unemptied ash-trays. The centre-piece was a 
gramophone which was playing some noisy jazz music. 

There was a table in the window, and on it a collection of curious 
pipes and glass bottles. "Would you like some?" asked Dodie seeing 
where Alice was looking. 

"What is it?"  

"Have some!" urged Rabbit, who lit a little pile of charcoals in a 
receptacle with a petrol cigarette lighter. "It's best opium," he 
explained as he drew some of the smoke in. Alice wasn't at all sure 
what to do, but nevertheless she put it to her mouth and took a long 
breath herself (which left her coughing in violent discomfort). "I know 
something interesting is sure to happen," she said to herself, "so I'll 
just see what this stuff does." 

What it did make Alice was very giddy and lethargic, and much sooner 
than she had expected: before she had smoked very much, she found 
her head slumping back against the wall and her body slouched 
undignified across the settee. "That's quite enough - I hope I won't be 
sick - As it is, I can't sit up - I do wish I hadn't smoked so much!" 

Alas! It was too late to wish that! Her head went on spinning and 
spinning, and very soon she had to kneel on the floor to keep herself 
from vomiting: in another minute she could barely do this, and she 
tried regaining her position on the settee which the other guests made 
available for her. Still her head went on spinning, and, as a last 
resource, she put one arm around the shoulders of the girl next to her, 
and one foot on someone's lap, and said to herself, "Now I can do no 
more, whatever happens. What will become of me?" 

Luckily for Alice, the opium had now had its full effect, and she felt 
no worse: still she was very uncomfortable, and as she didn't know the 
way back to Mouse's home, no wonder she felt unhappy. 

She closed her eyes against the bright light of the room, but she 
couldn't close her ears against the barrage of jazz music. After a few 
minutes she heard a voice addressed to her. "Alice! Alice!" said the 
voice. "Don't you want some more love?" Then a hand gently shook 
her shoulder. Alice knew it was Rabbit coming to look after her, and 
she trembled till she disturbed the couple next to her. 

"Poor dear! She's not used to it is she!" came Dodie's voice. "Better 
leave her." Alice rested her head on the settee and tried to sleep. She 
heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which 
she concluded that the others were enjoying themselves. 

After a while the noisy jazz stopped. There was a long silence after 
this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and then; such as "Well, 
I must be going now!" "It was lovely seeing you again and thanks for 
the dope!" "I really must be going to bed." Alice opened her eyes in 
the semi-gloom lit by only one table lamp to see Dodie apparently 
dozing on the chair opposite. "I wonder what they'll do with me," 
thought Alice. "I'm sure I don't want to stay here very much longer." 

She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came 
the rumbling of a good many voices all talking together, including 
Dodie's: she made out the words: "Won't she stir at all? - Will she 
mind if we make love? - Perhaps she'd join in? - She's out of it 
enough. - I'm sure she'd like it if we did - Open her legs, Dodie - 
She's so pretty!" At this stage she felt several hands stroking her inner 
thighs and some lips pecking her face. Alice groaned appreciatively. 

"Off with her tee-shirt!" exclaimed one girl who pushed Alice forward 
and slipped it over her head. "Urggh! She's been sick!"  

"Only a little bit," said another girl. "She probably wasn't even aware 
of it!" As indeed, Alice hadn't been. 

"She seems to be enjoying it!" said one of the men whom Alice could 
see through the blear of her half-closed eyes. "I bet you and Mouse 
have been training her." 

"What are you trying to say, you bastard!" said a very indignant Dodie. 

"Oooh, Rabbit! You've got such a big one!" exclaimed another girl, 
and Alice could see a large penis rearing up in front of her. "Are you 
to go down on her?" 

The other voices mixed up in Alice's mind: "Yes, Rabbit, you've 
always said you liked them young! - That's because he prefers boys, 
doesn't like real women - Yes, I'll do it! - I'll come after - if she 
doesn't mind of course - Go on Rabbit stick it in her!" 

"Oh! So Rabbit's going to come inside me, is he?" said Alice to 
herself. "I'm not having any of that. I might be weak, but I think I can 
kick a little!" 

She pulled her foot back as far as she could, and waited till she felt a 
probing finger at her cunt. When the probing object was replaced by 
one too thick and blunt to be anything but a prick, and she felt a 
hesitant rearranging of the people trying to stimulate her: then, saying 
to herself "This is Rabbit," she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see 
what would happen next. 

The first thing she heard was a general chorus of "There goes Rabbit!" 
then Dodie's voice alone - "Are you alright Rabbit!" then silence, and 
then another confusion of voices - "She got your right in the balls - 
Serve you right I suppose - Tell us all about it!" 

Last came a little feeble, gasping voice. ("That's Rabbit," thought 
Alice with a little satisfaction), "Well, I hardly know - No more, 
thanks: I'm better now - but I'm a deal too flustered. She's got a 
strong kick!" 

"Poor Alice!" said Dodie sympathetically. 

"We must take her to bed," said another of the girls. There was the 
silence of busy activity, and Alice thought to herself, "I wonder what 
they will do next!" After a minute or two, Dodie lifted Alice up and 
gave her a little kiss on the face. "We're sleeping in Lizard's bed. He's 
sleeping with Guinea-Pig, so there's space for us. Are you alright 
love?" 

Alice nodded as Dodie led her out of the living room. A couple of 
people were gathered around Rabbit, who were giving him something 
out of a bottle. They waved goodnight to Alice and Dodie, as they 
went upstairs to a very flat mattress in a very untidy bedroom.  

"I'm sorry, loveliest," said Dodie as she comforted the distinctly 
uncomfortable Alice. "Too much too soon, I suppose." 

Alice nodded weakly and rested her head on the stained pillow and her 
arms around Dodie and went straight to sleep. 

 



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