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Subject: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Seven (7/15) {Bradley Stoke} {MMFF}
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Title: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Seven (7/15) {Bradley Stoke} {MMFF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 7 of 15
Keywords: MMFF
Short Summary: Turtle's Story 


Alice
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Synopsis of whole novel
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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 is invited to Mr and Mrs Hart's party by Mrs Duchess. 



Chapter Seven
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Turtle's Story
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Alice was a polite girl and she believed that when you are invited to a 
party, as she had been by Mrs Duchess, she should go. This was at the 
house of Mr and Mrs Hart in a very genteel part of the town. So she 
put on some very respectable clothes that Mouse had lent her and went 
to the address. The house was enormous, and Alice wasn't sure that 
she was in the right place as she entered the front door, but the 
footman looked at her invitation card and nodded her through.  

Alice saw a beautiful garden through the doors in the living room with 
bright flower-beds and a cool fountain, and attracted by its beauty she 
walked in. A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden, and 
just by them were three black boys, hardly older than herself, wearing 
only little silk scarfs around their necks, who were in a very odd 
position together. One of them was leaning against the tree holding 
himself up while another boy was behind him and seemed to be 
pushing his prick into the first boy's backside. A third boy was 
standing behind the two of them and seemed to be trying to do the 
same thing. The problem appeared to be that none of the boys 
appeared to enjoy what they were doing and their pricks were barely 
erect enough to stay lodged inside the other's bottom. Furthermore, the 
one who did have a prick inside him was not grunting from pleasure 
but more from discomfort.  

"We should have used soap," complained the middle boy pulling his 
penis out of the first boy's bottom. "Or butter. Cooking oil is clearly 
not good enough." 

"My arse hurts like hell," complained the first boy stroking his bottom 
with his middle finger. 

"Would you tell me, please," said Alice, a little timidly," why you are 
doing that?" 

The first two boys said nothing, but looked at the third boy, who was 
in least discomfort, who began, in a low voice, "Why, the fact is, you 
see, Miss, we are supposed to be buggering each other in a row for 
when the guests arrive and if Madam finds that we aren't doing it we 
should all lose our jobs, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our 
best before she comes, to - " At this moment, the first boy, who had 
been anxiously looking across the garden, called out "Madam! 
Madam!" and the three boys instantly threw themselves flat upon their 
faces with their bums sticking out suggestively into the air. There was 
a sound of many footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager to see the 
other guests. 

There were a motley bunch of people dressed in the most peculiar 
ways. Some wore leather outfits that covered their faces and most of 
their body except for their genitals and nipples. Some wore nothing at 
all. Many wore only clothes that covered some of their body but 
seemingly never their genitals. There were several children - almost all 
naked - and they came jumping merrily along, hand in hand, in 
couples. In amongst the guests, Alice last saw the hosts who were Mr 
and Mrs Hart. Mrs Hart was clearly the most dominant, wearing a 
striking combination of leather and chains which did little to hide the 
fact that she was rather old and that her skin and breasts were quite 
seriously sagging. Even so, she seemed to have no shame about 
displaying her drooping nipples which balanced at the top of the 
creases of her folded stomach and the threadbare patch of her crotch 
which was just beneath. 

When the procession came opposite Alice, they all stopped and looked 
at her, and Mrs Hart said, severely, "Who is this?" She said it to a 
young gentleman, possibly a butler, who was almost modestly clothed 
in a jacket without underpants or trousers, who only bowed and smiled 
in reply. 

"Idiot!" said Mrs Hart, smacking him with a cane impatiently; and, 
turning to Alice, she went on: "What's your name, child?" 

"My name is Alice," said Alice very politely. 

"And who are these?" said Mrs Hart to the butler, pointing to the three 
black boys who were lying round the rose-tree, "Stand them up!"  

The butler did so, very carefully, with one foot.  

"Get up!" said Mrs Hart in a shrill loud voice, and the three boys 
instantly jumped up, and began bowing to her and the other guests. 
"Why weren't you doing what I told you to do?" 

"May it please you Madam," said one of the boys, in a very humble 
tone, "we were trying..." 

"I see!" said Mrs Hart. "Fuck off and don't come back!" The 
procession moved on, and the unfortunate boys scampered away.  

Mrs Hart and the others moved on to the lawn where the guests all 
settled down on the grass. Alice thought she had never seen such a 
curious scene in her life as the activity which followed. The guests 
started jumping on top of each other and making love. Some of the 
men were buggered by some of the women. Some women started 
making love to other women and some men to other men. The whole 
lawn was a writhing mass of naked and half-naked bodies. Mrs Hart 
was wandering around giving instructions to the guests as to how they 
should be conducting their sexual activities with each other. 

Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not expected the 
garden party to be anything like this and she didn't want to do any of 
the things that Mrs Hart was instructing the guests to do. She was sure 
Mrs Hart would approach her any minute, "and then," thought she, 
"what would become of me?" 

She was looking for some way of escape, and wondering whether she 
could get away without being seen, when she noticed a grin in the 
distance and she said to herself, "It's Kedi: now I shall have somebody 
to talk to." 

"How are you getting on?" said Kedi, as soon as Alice approached her. 
Kedi was, as before, wearing no clothes, but she seemed modest in 
comparison to the additional accoutrements worn by the guests. Alice 
began an account of what was going on, feeling very glad she had 
someone to listen to her. 

"How do you like Mrs Hart?" said Kedi in a low voice. 

"Not at all," said Alice. 

"Who are you talking to?" said Mr Hart who was dressed in only an 
open cloak and a hat, coming up to Alice, and looking at Kedi with 
great curiosity. 

"It's a friend of mine - Kedi," said Alice: "allow me to introduce her." 

"I don't like the look of her at all," said Mr Hart: "however, she may 
suck my prick, if she likes." 

"I'd rather not," Kedi remarked. 

"Don't be impertinent," said Mr Hart. "Well she's a filthy sambo and 
she must be removed," he said very decidedly; and he called to his 
wife, who was passing at the moment, "My dear! I wish you would 
have this blackamoor removed." 

Mrs Hart had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. 
"Fuck off!" she said without even looking round. 

Alice could think of nothing else to say but "She's a servant of Mrs 
Duchess: you'd better ask her about it." 

"Well," Mrs Hart said to a servant: "fetch her here." And the servant, 
who was wearing leather bondage and a mask which covered all his 
face but his eyes, went off like an arrow. 

Kedi kissed Alice sweetly on the lip and smiled and walked off 
without a word as soon as he was gone, and, by the time he had come 
back with Mrs Duchess, she had entirely disappeared. Mrs Duchess 
was dressed as before in just stockings and with her hair pulled up into 
a bouffant, so that from top to toe her ugliness was displayed in all its 
true grossness. 

"You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!" 
said Mrs Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice's, 
and they walked off together.

Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought 
to herself that perhaps it was only drugs that had made her so brutal 
when they met before.

"Do you want to make love with me, dearie?" Mrs Duchess asked 
Alice pleasantly.

"No thank you," said Alice honestly.

"It'll be fun you know," smiled Mrs Duchess sticking her ugly face 
close to Alice's and holding Alice's buttocks with her hands. 

Alice wriggled free. "I'm sure I shouldn't be doing anything like that," 
she protested. "Why! I hardly know you."

"Come on! You don't know what fun it would be. Just say yes."

"I've a right to say no," said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to 
feel a little alarmed.

"Just about as much right," said Mrs Duchess, "as pigs have to fuck 
people: and - "

But here, to Alice's great surprise, Mrs Duchess's voice died away, 
and the arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked 
up, and there stood Mrs Hart in front of them, with her arms folded, 
frowning like a thunderstorm.

"Fuck off," shouted Mrs Hart, hitting Mrs Duchess with a cane, and in 
a moment Alice's would-be lover was gone.

"Let's go on with the game," Mrs Hart said to Alice; and Alice was 
too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to the 
other guests. The other guests had taken advantage of their hostess's 
absence, and were resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw 
her, they hurried back to their love-making. 

Mrs Hart turned to Alice, "Have you seen the Mock Woman yet?"

"No," said Alice, "I don't even know what a Mock Woman is."

"It's a woman with a prick," said Mrs Hart.

"I never saw one, or heard of one," said Alice, forgetting the woman 
with the erect penis she saw before she caught the train to this district 
while her sister was making love.

"Come on, then," said Mrs Hart, "and she or he shall tell you his or 
her history."

They very soon came upon a naked woman resting in the sun. At least 
Alice was sure she was a woman, because she had a cunt, but her body 
was built up and very muscular and seemed to shine with a peculiar 
kind of oil. Her breasts which might seem normal on a much smaller 
woman were dwarfed by the muscles of her chest. "Up, lazy thing!" 
said Mrs Hart, "and take this young lady to see Turtle, the Mock 
Woman, and to hear her history. I must go back and see after some 
mock executions I have ordered;" and she walked off, leaving Alice 
with the naked muscular woman. Alice did not quite like the look of 
her, but on the whole she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with 
her as to go after that savage Mrs Hart: so she waited.

The woman sat up. "My name is Gryphon," she said in a voice that 
was almost deep enough to be a man's. "Come on!"

They had not gone far before they saw Turtle, the Mock Woman in the 
distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they 
came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. 
She pitied him deeply. "What is his sorrow?" she asked Gryphon. And 
she shrugged and smiled.

So they went up to Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of 
tears, but said nothing. He certainly looked like a woman, and like 
Gryphon was wearing no clothes. He had a convincing pair of breasts, 
and he wore his hair like a woman. He also wore make-up just as a 
woman might. But his hips were like a man's and as Mrs Hart had 
warned Alice, instead of a cunt he had a good sized penis between his 
legs.

"This here young lady," said Gryphon, "she wants for to know your 
history she do."

"I'll tell it to her," said Turtle in a deep, hollow tone. "Sit down, both 
of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished. Once," he said with a 
deep sigh, "I was a real man."

These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by 
Turtle's constant heavy sobbing. "When we were little," Turtle went 
on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, "we 
went to school and I was a little boy. I wanted to be a little girl and so 
when I was older and had the money I changed myself to a girl. And, 
as you see, I couldn't bear to lose my penis. So now I am a woman 
with a prick. But a prick that can't do anything."

"It's true," said Gryphon who leaned over to Turtle's penis and held it 
in her hands. She started stroking it and then put it into her mouth. She 
pulled the long flaccid length of it through her lips and pulled it out. It 
stretched out, but was just as limp. "Whatever you do, it stays the 
same."

"But can't you get it stiff sometimes?" wondered Alice who had seen 
so many erect penises recently she was sure it was a fairly simple 
matter.

"When I was younger, the thought of being a woman would make it so 
stiff that I could balance a book on the end of it," boasted Turtle. "I 
used to be able to fuck women just like all the other boys. But I loved 
women because I wanted to be one. Now I can only use it for going to 
the toilet."

"Why don't you have it taken off and be a real woman?" wondered 
Alice.

"I can't bear to lose it. That is my tragedy. I can't bear to be a man and 
I can't face losing my penis."

"The only sex Turtle has is up his backside - and he's got such a tight 
little arse-hole," Gryphon commented.

"It must be so much better when you've got a cunt," commented 
Turtle. He looked at Alice. "What's yours like?"

Alice felt a little embarrassed, but then both Turtle and Gryphon were 
naked so she felt there was nothing wrong with showing her vagina. 
So she pulled up her dress and her knickers down to her ankles and 
off. She held her dress up so that Gryphon and Turtle could see. Both 
Turtle and Gryphon stroked the smooth skin with their fingers. 

"It's so beautiful!" exclaimed Turtle. "If only I could stick my prick 
up inside it."

Alice was about to say that she wouldn't allow that, when a cry of 
"The show's beginning!" was heard in the distance.

"Come on!" cried Gryphon, and taking Alice by the hand, who was 
holding her knickers in her other hand, she hurried off.

"What show is it?" Alice panted as she ran; but Gryphon only 
answered "Come on!" and ran the faster.

Mr and Mrs Hart were seated on garden chairs when they arrived, with 
a great crowd assembled about them. One of the guests was standing 
before them, in chains, with another guest on each side to guard him. 
Alice was not at all sure what sort of show there was going to be, but 
she feared that it would have some perverted sexual element. She sat 
down on the grass next to a girl who looked just a bit like Mouse, but 
was not in fact. It was a little crowded, so she had to sit between the 
legs of a naked gentleman just behind her. 	

"Is everyone here?" asked Mr Hart looking around him. No one 
disagreed with him, so he announced "First show!" 	

The first show was Howard, who Alice hadn't seen since he was with 
Mouse. He came in wearing nothing on but a pair of shoes and a bottle 
of wine. "I beg pardon, madam," he began, "for dressing like this, but 
I hadn't known I would be sent for." Mr and Mrs Hart examined 
Howard with apparent disdain, and then Mrs Hart said "Your penalty 
is to be fucked by one of my boys." Howard didn't look very happy, 
but a black boy came out of the crowd wearing nothing but a very 
large erection and came up to Howard and started caressing his 
backside. Howard looked quite uncomfortable as the boy started 
easing his fingers in and out of Howard's anus. Just at this moment 
Alice felt a very curious sensation, which puzzled her a good deal until 
she made out what it was: the penis of the gentleman just behind her 
was beginning to get larger and press against her bottom through the 
skirt. She thought at first she would get up and leave; but on second 
thought she decided to remain where she was as long as he didn't do 
any more. 	

"I wish you wouldn't squeeze so," said Alice.  	

"I can't help it," said the gentleman very meekly: "I'm getting very 
excited." 	"You've no right to push it into me," said Alice. And 
she got up and crossed over to another patch of grass. 	

All this time the audience had never left off staring at Howard, who 
was very nervous as the boy eased his erect penis into Howard's 
backside. Here one of the small girls in the audience - younger than 
Alice, she thought - cheered, and was immediately jumped on by 
another member of the audience. He turned her over and started 
pushing his penis into her own backside, while another member of the 
audience put his penis in the girl's mouth, which she started to suck 
with what seemed to Alice a practised air. The audience's attention 
was divided between the girl who was enjoying what was happening 
and Howard who clearly wasn't. 	

"If that's the best you can do," said Mr Hart to Howard, "you may 
stand down." 	

At this stage the boy removed his penis from Howard's backside and 
spread his semen all over Howard's back. Here another girl cheered, 
and was similarly attacked by another man in the audience. This girl 
did not seem to enjoy it at all, but this, if anything, seemed to excite 
the audience more. For several minutes, the audience cheered as the 
girl was fucked from behind and was screaming quite pitifully. Her 
shoulders were pushed right down onto the ground to prevent her 
moving and her mouth was facing sideways as each little scream came 
out. Fortunately for her, the man who was fucking her got over-excited 
in less than three minutes and had soon discharged his semen, which 
splattered quite visibly over the girl's buttocks as he pulled it out 
together with some darker coloured liquid which could have been 
either blood or shit. 

"Call the next show!" said Mr Hart. 	

The next on was Mrs Duchess' friend. She was wearing just stockings 
and a large hat which covered her hair and a veil which covered her 
rather ugly face. She carried a large dildo in her hand and prodded it at 
people's bottoms or crotches as she made her way to the centre of the 
forum. 	

"Bugger her," said Mr Hart pointing at a girl in the audience whom 
Alice recognised as being Mouse, who must have come in with 
Howard and was sitting next to Henry. She was wearing nothing but a 
little silk smock which came to just above her navel and looking very 
sweet. She didn't appear very happy about her nomination. 	"Please 
don't," gasped Mouse in a quite small voice. 	

"Collar that girl!" Mrs Hart shrieked out. "She has no choice! Bring 
her to the centre!" 	

For some minutes the whole audience was in confusion, dragging her 
as she struggled to get free to the centre and then pushed her roughly 
to the ground. In the process Mouse's silk smock was ripped down the 
front and one of her breasts flopped out. In a trice, Mrs Duchess' 
friend had immobilised Mouse and had strapped the dildo, which was 
at least twelve inches long, to her waist. She then started pushing it 
into Mouse's anus as Mouse screeched and screamed in pain. Alice 
was rather horrified at the show, which really didn't seem any better 
than an excuse for rape. 	

Mouse struggled at one point and almost detached herself from the 
woman at which point another member of the audience came down 
and held Mouse's hands firmly to the ground. This was the cue for a 
man in the audience, who was wearing only a very ugly leather mask 
over his face, to come down, push Mouse's body up into a new angle 
and start pushing his erect penis into Mouse's cunt. This went on for 
several minutes, during which Alice was very troubled for her friend, 
but after a while it was finished and Mouse was taken away by a 
woman in the audience wearing only a little nurse's hat and comforted. 
Alice couldn't help noticing a little trickle of blood running down the 
inside of Mouse's thigh. 	

"Never mind!" said Mr Hart, as Mrs Duchess' friend picked up 
Mouse's discarded silk smock which was by now in a very torn state. 
"Call the next show."  	Alice watched one of the servants 
fumble over a list, feeling very curious to see what the next show 
would be like and hoped it would be less like a rape. Imagine her 
displeasure, when the servant read out, at the top of his shrill little 
voice, the name "Alice!" 	

"Here!" cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment how 
she could be so badly treated. Mr and Mrs Hart looked at Alice with a 
look of apparently malevolent glee. 	

"It's time for a train!" announced Mrs Hart, picking up a strapped 
dildo.

"Yes, a train," agreed a male guest. 	

"Excuse me, what is a train?" wondered Alice, who could only think 
of steam engines and possibly diesel powered ones. 	

"It's when everyone takes turns to fuck you," explained a little girl, 
about nine, sitting next to her and wearing nothing but a pair of silk 
stockings. "Everyone queues up like the carriages of a train and one 
after another fuck you in turn." 	

"You can't do that!" shrieked Alice standing up and getting ready to 
run. 	

"Yes, we can," said another guest holding onto one of her shoulders. 
Another held onto her foot. And another onto her hand. Alice was 
dragged to the ground and then she felt the layers of clothes she was 
wearing being ripped off one by one. Off came her pinafore. Down 
came her skirt. Off came her vest. Her knickers were ripped down the 
centre. While this was happening Alice was kicking and struggling 
and yelling. 	

"Calm down," said a girl's voice softly from behind her, who was 
caressing her hair in almost a kindly way. "It'll only make it worse to 
struggle." 	

Alice took the advice and collapsed into an apparently defeated state. 
She was now wearing no clothes except a small pair of white socks 
and her legs were forced open to display the smooth crotch where no 
hair had ever grown. She looked up hopelessly at the audience who 
gradually eased their grip on her as they saw her apparent submission. 
She saw through her tear-filled eyes that a line of guests, both men and 
women, and, it seemed, animals, were forming in front of her, almost 
certainly to start fucking her. 	

The first guest approached, whom Alice could see was Mr Hart. His 
penis was sticking up and he was supporting it by stroking it with his 
hand. He came over to Alice and leaned over her. She could see right 
up his nostrils, which to her eyes looked an evil sight and there 
appeared to be some slobber coming from the corner of his mouth. 	

At this stage Alice remembered her encounter with Rabbit and she 
also reasoned that now was her last time for escape. So as Mr Hart 
leaned over, stroking Alice's stomach and guiding his penis towards 
Alice's cunt, Alice pulled back her knee as far as she could. "You're a 
pretty little girl!" commented Mr Hart just before Alice pushed all her 
strength into a hefty knee movement straight into Mr Hart's testicles.
 
There was no time to wait as Mr Hart yelled in pain from the 
sudden impact as Alice struggled loose from the weakened grip of her 
captors and ran naked as fast as her legs could take her through the 
audience (who didn't actually make any effort to stop her) and towards 
the entrance to the garden. As she ran, she yelled a scream as loud as 
she could, half of fright and half of anger, and was soon out of Mrs 
Hart's property and in the street but wearing nothing but the one white 
sock that hadn't come off in the struggle. 	





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