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Subject: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Five (5/15) {Bradley Stoke} {mFF}
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Title: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Five (5/15) {Bradley Stoke} {mFF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 5 of 15
Keywords: mFF
Short Summary: Pig and Poppies


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 Five
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Pig and Poppies
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Alice enjoyed visiting toy-shops and sweet-shops, and she was always 
happy when Mouse or her mother lent her some money to look round 
them. Alice had just bought some very nice mushroom-shaped sweets 
from a confectioners in the high street and was eating them from the 
little paper bag when she saw what looked like a disembodied grin in 
front of her.  

As she looked more closely, she could see the grin belonged to a very 
dark skinned girl who was sitting in front of a very dark building on a 
little rug. She was wearing no clothes whatsoever except for some 
exotic pendulous ear-rings and she was surrounded by a group of 
curious onlookers. 

Alice herself was very curious so, she joined the group. The girl was 
in fact a street performer and she was displaying some very active 
masturbation to an appreciative audience who threw coins into a little 
hat the girl had in front of her. She was standing up with a wide grin 
on her face, making the occasional little sound of ecstasy while sliding 
an ivory dildo in and out of her vagina and massaging her clitoris with 
her fingers. She nearly doubled up on her knees with apparent delirium 
as she pressed away at her groin. 

Eventually, she released her fingers from her clitoris and rubbed her 
breasts very suggestively. She had very round breasts with stiff little 
nipples that she stimulated to keep as rigid as possible. She slid the 
dildo faster and faster while gasping very loudly. "Uuhh! Uuhh!" she 
cried. And then a more full-throated "Aaahh! Aaahh!" This went on 
for long enough to attract quite a large audience. Her performance 
ended with a few "Ooohh! Ooohh!"s and "Aaaargghh! Aaaargghh!!"s 
as she pulled out the clearly damp dildo from her vagina and smeared 
over her breasts, nipples and face the clear liquid she'd generated 
between her legs. Several of the audience applauded at this stage and 
more money was thrown into the hat. 

Gradually the audience dispersed leaving Alice alone, eating her 
mushroom-shaped sweets, with the black girl who lay slumped in 
apparent post-coital bliss. 

"Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, for she was not 
quite sure whether it was good manners to say anything, "if you're 
alright?" 

The black girl opened her eyes and looked up at Alice. Her grin 
reappeared and shone across her face like a beacon of good humour. 
"Of course," she said in a slightly foreign accent. "Why ever should I 
not be?" 

"You were making ever such funny noises," Alice commented. 

The black girl laughed. "That is my job. I sit here. Or I stand here. And 
I please myself. And if I please myself very much, I make good 
money. And if I please myself with little noises, I get more money. 
Look!" She showed Alice her cap which was full of coins. "That is 
nice money. Now I can eat and sleep happy." 

"So you do it only for money?" 

"Of course, my dearest," laughed the black girl. "Why else would I 
want to do this with so many people looking?" She smiled so wide 
Alice thought the corners of her mouth might reach her ears. "My 
name is Kedi. I come from abroad." 

"I'm Alice. I don't come from around here either." 

"No, Alice," smiled Kedi. "But you have the look of someone who 
lives here." 

"Have you always done this?" 

"No, of course I have not. I came to this country to work as a maid in a 
rich person's house. But it is some months now since I was working 
there, and this is how I make my money now. But it is better than 
prostitution, and that is better than not eating enough and I am 
content." 

"Why don't you wear any clothes?" wondered Alice. 

"In my country nobody wears clothes." 

"But you can buy clothes if you wanted?" Alice asked looking at the 
money in the hat which wouldn't buy very many clothes at all. 

"No," answered Kedi sadly. "The rich person I worked for did not pay 
me when I left, and if I wanted I could not buy clothes." 

"That's awful!"  Alice exclaimed. "Why weren't you paid?" 

"I am sure I will be paid, but because I am black I am not permitted 
into the house and I can not ask. The doorman will not allow me to go 
in." 

"Perhaps I can ask for you," Alice suggested. "I may be able to enter." 

"You are right," grinned Kedi. "And you are kind. I will show you the 
rich person's house." 

Kedi picked up her blanket and ivory dildo which seemed to be all that 
she owned. Alice and she walked through the streets away from the 
shops and they talked. Kedi told her that there were many black people 
living in Wonderground who had come from abroad to find work, but 
it was thought they were only able to do very menial work and people 
made fun of them. "In my own country people do not make fun of me, 
but in this town I hear many jokes and people say many odd things." 

"What is your country like?" 

"It is very poor and nobody has very much to eat or wear. But we are 
happy. I have come to this country to make more money for my 
family. I have come with my brother who is younger than you. I 
worked for the rich person, Mrs Duchess, for many months and I 
worked very hard. One day I was told that I was not wanted any 
longer. I was told to leave but my brother stayed. I have not seen him 
since that day." 

"That's terrible! Why not?" 

"Because I am black I am not permitted to enter the house of Mrs 
Duchess. But my brother, Pig, he works there and I do not know if he 
is happy." 

As they walked, the houses became steadily more opulent and they 
passed many beautiful gardens. They were the loveliest gardens you 
ever saw. How Alice longed to wander about among those beds of 
bright flowers and those cool fountains. 

They came suddenly upon an open square with a big house four floors 
high. "That is the house of Mrs Duchess," announced Kedi. "I will 
wait here." She indicated a bench that stood in the square. Alice 
smiled and put a little sweet into her mouth and approached the big 
house. For a minute or two she stood looking at the house and 
wondering what to do next, but she went timidly up to the door, and 
knocked. 

A footman in livery opened the door, and there was a most 
extraordinary noise going on within - a constant howling and shouting, 
and every now and then a great crash from the music being played. 
The footman looked at Alice vacantly, and let her in without a 
comment. 

The door led into a hallway and at the end of it was a living room from 
which came the sounds. The room was full of sweet-smelling smoke 
from one end to the other: Mrs Duchess was lying on the carpet with a 
small black boy mounted on her and fucking her: her friend, a woman 
with a large dildo strapped around her waist was leaning over the boy 
and gently prodding the boy's anus with her finger. Mrs Duchess was 
nearly naked except for some black suspenders and tights and a hat on 
her head. Her friend wore just a bonnet and the dildo. Mrs Duchess 
was very fat, but her friend was very thin - her breasts were almost as 
small as Alice's but crowned by much larger and clearly erect nipples. 

"There's certainly too much smoke in this room!" Alice said to 
herself, looking at a large hookah pipe, as well as she could for 
coughing.  There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even Mrs 
Duchess coughed occasionally: and as for the boy, he was coughing 
and crying alternately without a moment's pause. 

"Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, for she was not 
quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first, "what 
you are doing?" 

"Fucking the boy," said Mrs Duchess, "and that's why. Pig!" 

She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite 
jumped: but she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the 
boy, and not to her, so she took courage, and went on again:- "I am on 
an errand from the boy's sister, Kedi, who wants to be paid." 

"It's in the hallway," said Mrs Duchess: "in an envelope with her 
name. Take it to her." 

"Thank you," Alice said very politely, feeling quite pleased to have 
settled her errand. 

"Do you want to join in?" asked Mrs Duchess. 

Alice did not at all like the suggestion as the boy really did not seem to 
enjoy the activity. Mrs Duchess's friend had now positioned herself 
above the boy and started pushing her groin and the dildo into the 
boy's arse. Mrs Duchess reacted by gasping as the boy pushed hard 
into her cunt with the extra thrust from behind. The boy started 
howling so much and it was impossible to tell whether the thrusts hurt 
him or not. 

"Oh, please mind what you're doing!" cried Alice, jumping up and 
down in an agony of terror. 

"If everybody minded their own business," Mrs Duchess said, in a 
hoarse growl, "life would be much more pleasant." 

The two women continued playing with the boy who looked at Alice 
with a very sad expression. Tears were running down his cheeks and 
he reacted to each thrust from behind, which pushed the dildo deeper 
into his bottom, by another little gasp. 

"Here! Do you want to come to the garden party?" suddenly asked Mrs 
Duchess pushing off the boy whose struggles must have become less 
enjoyable. She pulled herself out from under him, and Alice saw his 
little penis shudder and start as it discharged. Her friend continued 
buggering him, but standing up so that Alice could see the dildo 
thrusting in and out from underneath his legs. A thin trickle of semen 
dripped down his legs. 

Mrs Duchess walked over to a closet, her fat breasts, stomach and 
buttocks wobbling as she walked. She was a very ugly woman and her 
fat fell like folds over each other. It was only the large nipples which 
differentiated the fold of fat which was her breasts from those which 
were folds of her stomach. Her thighs and arms were wobbling folds 
of fats with the feet and hands at the end appearing rather small in 
comparison. She picked up a gilt-edged card which was an invitation 
to a Garden Party and handed it to Alice. "Everyone will be there,"  
she announced patting Alice on the head. Alice was more aware of the 
rich smell of sweat and semen than of being touched. 

Alice took the card and left the living room to the hallway to pick up 
the envelope which did have the word KEDI written on it. Alice 
poked her head into the living room to say "Thank you" before 
leaving, to see Mrs Duchess wrapping her tongue around the small 
boy's penis while her friend continued buggering him. The small boy 
was still crying but more as grunts and sobs. "If Kedi sees Pig," she 
said to herself, "she would be very upset: but at least Pig doesn't have 
to masturbate for a living like Kedi." 

She left the house and walked over to Kedi in the middle of the square 
who was sitting cross-legged on the grass. She only grinned when she 
saw Alice, looking very good-natured and relaxed. 

"Kedi," Alice began, not knowing if she knew her so well as to be 
familiar. "Here's your money. And here is an invitation I was given to 
go to a garden party. Should I go to it?" 

Kedi took the envelope and counted the notes inside it grinning. "For 
how many people is the invitation?" she asked. "Why! It's for two!" 
said Alice. "Would you like to come with me?" 

"I will," grinned Kedi. "Mrs Duchess and her friends are all mad. I am 
mad, but I will help you at the party. And maybe I will meet my 
brother Pig." 

"Where will I meet you?" 

Kedi looked at the invitation card. "You'll see me there," she said and 
stood up. She bent over and kissed Alice very tenderly on her cheek. 

"By-the-bye, what became of my brother?" said Kedi. "I'd nearly 
forgotten to ask." 

"He is being buggered by Mrs Duchess and her friend," Alice 
answered very quietly. 

"I thought he would," said Kedi, kissing her again, this time on her 
lips. Kedi walked away carrying her blanket and dildo, her black 
buttocks moving as stately as her stride. She turned her head back. 

"Did you say 'buggered' or 'bothered'?" said Kedi. 

"I said 'buggered'," replied Alice. 

"All right," said Kedi and she walked on with no apparent disquiet. 
She turned back with her broad grin, which remained in Alice's mind 
some time after she had gone. 





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