Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Hatter whistled, despite the foreboding atmosphere he pulled her along. "Come on, Alice. It's not that scary," he told her. His voice almost sounded like hers as he said that. Looking back at her, smiled as he pointed at the doors. "Ladies first."

She hesitated. Never in her life did she ever want to go back into that place, but she had to get the White Rabbit. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked into the darkness. "Mr. Rabbit?" she called.

"Alice?" The sound of sniffling could be heard echoing through the dark halls. "I'm scared."

"Told you he's a cry baby," the Hatter sighed, walking in behind Alice. The Rabbit's voice seemed to echo throughout the building, coming from everywhere, thus it was hard to pinpoint where he was.

"It's ok, Mr. Rabbit!" Alice called with tears in her eyes. She hated that he was so alone. "Can you tell me what's around you so I can find you?" she called as she walked down the dark halls. Her hands went to the walls, looking for light switches or a candle...anything.

"I-I don't know," he cried. "It's dark and cold."

"He's here. He's there. He's everywhere. Quite a predicament," the Cheshire Cat purred, his fanged grin and glowing amber eyes the only thing visible in the darkness.

Alice tensed. "Mr. Cat, I know you know where he is. Don't be cruel. Show me to him."

The Cat just purred as he disappeared, just to reappear leaning against her. "You want the lights on so that you can see?" He appeared on her other side. "You want this creepy place to make sense." He smirked as he appeared in front of her. His lips pressed against her's as he pulled back, licking his lips. "Then all you have to do is turn on the light."

As he said this the lights inside the asylum came on, illuminating it in a blaring white light.

Alice covered her eyes and slowly let her hands fall as she blinked to adjust to the light. Her fingers went to her lips where he kissed her. "Thank you..." she said. "Mr. Rabbit! What do you see now!?"

He smirked. All that was left of him was his smile. "Think nothing of it. After all, I did nothing but light the way."

There was a loud 'eep'! "I-I see the twins!"

The Hatter sighed, shaking his head, he nodded to the west wing. "Let's try in there shall we?"

Alice tensed again. The twins...the ones she killed. Taking the Hatter's hand she rushed along the halls. The asylum was looking strangely familiar...it looked a lot like the one she stayed in in the real world. She stopped walking when she came to the room that would be hers if it were the same asylum. Slowly, she opened the door and pushed it open. There were the dead twins on the floor. She clung to the Hatter. "Mr. Rabbit?"

"A-Alice? Is it really you?"

The Hatter rolled his eyes. Reaching beneath the bed he grabbed hold of something. There was a loud yelp as he pulled the tiny rabbit out from beneath the bed by his ears. "Found him!" He said with a smirk, holding the rabbit off the ground like some kind of trophy.

She held out her arms and took him from the Hatter. Hugging him closely, she stroked his blond hair. "I'm so glad you are safe. Have you been here all along...even from...last night?"

The White Rabbit clung to her like the little child he was. He nodded against her. "The twins had me locked up. I couldn't yell or move or anything!"

She stiffened. "Then you were under the bed...while they..." she pushed the thought from her mind. "Come on, let's get out of here," she said. Reaching down, she picked up her knife from the ground while still holding the White Rabbit. Looking at the Hatter, they started walking out.

The White Rabbit cuddled up to her, not wanting to be put down for fear of being grabbed again. "Are you going to stay this time, Alice?" he asked as he laid his head against her.

"For as long as I can," she said sweetly. "But don't worry, when I'm not here, Mr. Hatter will protect you." She looked at the Hatter. "Won't you, Mr. Hatter?" she asked as they walked out and headed out of the forest.

The Hatter looked over at them. "Huh? Oh, sure, I'll make certain that the little runt doesn't die or anything." He reached over and pulled his cotton tail, earning another yelp from the rabbit. "Just as soon as he explains why he let my hat get ruined!"

"I-I'm sorry about your hat," he said. "The Queen wanted me, and I was late...so she burnt down my house so I wouldn't be late again."

She looked harshly at the Hatter. "Be nice to the White Rabbit. He's been traumatized!" she snapped and stroked the rabbit again. "Well, you are safe now and that Red Queen won't be messing with you anymore."

He smiled at that. "I knew that you'd come to save me, Alice. Thank you."

"I'll always be there to protect you," she smiled. She looked at the forest of flowers. "We have to cut through the flower garden if we want to get to the Red Queen." All the flowers looked wilted and dead...once they sang and dance now none of them were alive.

The Hatter moved in front of her, his fingers easily stopping her advance. "Nope. Nope. Nope." He said in a sing song voice. "For the Queen to die, we must defy. The White Queen is locked in her tower. Now is not the hour. Save the Queen then off with her head." He smiled. "Understand?"

Alice turned her head to look at the White Queen's tower in the distance. "Ok, then let's go." She turned to that direction and started her way there. "I can't believe she's locked in the tower. Who is guarding her?"

The Hatter shrugged. "I always figured they just told her to stay put."

"It's the Caterpillar," the Rabbit told them in a soft voice. "He's been corrupted...."

"The Caterpillar!" Alice yelled in shock. "That no good sorry excuse for a...a...worm!"

The Rabbit shook as she yelled, his ears flattened against his head. "It's not like he asked for it," he told her.

"It's not like any of us asked for this," the Hatter said, taking out his pipe so he could smoke it.

"You choose one side. Good or bad. If all of you had stood together against her, I wouldn't have to be here. If the twins and the caterpillar had never turned their backs on you, then at least you all would be hiding in the White Queen's castle, together and safe," she said. She picked up the pace. "All those who work for the Red Queen must die. No excuses."

The Hatter stopped and laughed at her. She really thought it was that simple? Wiping the tears from his eyes, he sighed once he had gotten his fill. "Okay then, now we may continue," he said, blowing out a puff of smoke as he started walking again.

She stomped her foot. "It's not funny! I'm serious!" she snapped. Growling she stopped when they walked up to the tower after a few more hours. She looked up at it then to the door. "Ok...I don't want to do this alone this time...we should all go together. Is everyone ready?"

The Hatter pulled a watch out of his coat and shook his head. "Nope. We can't go in now. It's time for tea."

"Tea!?" Alice yelled. "No! No tea! You really don't take this serious at all, do you?" She rolled her eyes. "I wish Mr. Cat was here. He's so vicious...he's perfect for this kind of stuff."

The Hatter paused and pouted. "I'm better than any ole cat!" he told her.

The Rabbit looked at the two of them, his ears perking slightly. "T-tea does calm the nerves."

Alice groaned and set the rabbit down. "If we must," she said. "But only one cup and that's it!"

A table was already before them with their tea waiting. "Yes, a glass and nothing more," he told her. Taking her hand, he sat down and pulled her into his lap. Their glasses were side by side.

The Rabbit hopped into his seat, huffing as he saw the two of them. "How inappropriate."

It was just like the rabbit to say something like that. In return, Alice blushed. "Maybe I should have my own chair..."

"Nonsense! There are no other chairs here," he said, even though chairs lined the table. "And I must sit, and you must sit. Therefore you shall sit on me." He spoke as if it made perfect sense, which to him it did.

She smiled. "Well...since you put it that way..." She grabbed her tea cup and sipped. It really did calm her and of course, she couldn't resist taking one of the little cakes and biting into it.

"Yes, it seems the Hatter has a silver tongue," the Rabbit sighed as he calmly sipped his tea.

"Oh, I more than a silver tongue," the Hatter said cheerfully. As he said this his tongue ran over the flesh of Alice's neck. "Would you like to find out?"

Alice blushed again, nearly choking on her tea. "Mr. Hatter...we are at the table..."

"Yes, but it a sturdy table," he told her with a mischievous grin.

Hesitantly, Alice shook the table and it didn't move. "So I see."

"So, tell me, Alice. Do you want to know me as well as I know you?"

She put her tea cup down. She could just lie, but she knew he would know...and his feeling would be hurt because he was lied to. Glancing at the White Rabbit, she leaned into the Mad Hatter's ear. "I do," she whispered.

He smiled. Setting down his glass of tea, he cupped her face. "I had been waiting to show you the joys of adulthood. However, after the twins brutal...assault on you, I wish to show you that all love is not bad."The White Rabbit coughed, choking on his tea. "I-I cannot condone such a-"

The Hatter pulled out the Rabbit's pocket watch out of his sleeve and held it up behind Alice's back for the Rabbit to see.

The White Rabbit quickly patted down his clothes. "H-how did you-"

The Hatter peeked around Alice and mouthed the words 'fetch'. With a flick of his wrist the watch went flying off into the distance and the White Rabbit quickly scampered off his seat to go get it.

Alice turned her heard as she head the rabbit run off. She stood and looked after him. "Mr. Rabbit! Don't go far!" she called after him. "I wonder why he left in such a hurry. Do you think he is scared of the Caterpillar?"

The Hatter shrugged, his face a perfect mask of innocence...or insanity. Take your pick. "Possibly. He's scared of everything else that is bigger than him," he said, flashing her a grin. Reaching around her, he stroked her as he picked up his cup of tea. As he downed the rest of the liquid, he bit into the glass. Chewing on it until it was gone. "Delicious."

"He's not afraid of everything. He's just very cautious. He reminds me of a child," she said. Turning back to the direction the White Rabbit ran off to, she sighed. "I hope her heard me about not going far. I worry about him sometimes."

"You worry about him all the time," the Hatter said. His hand gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the table. "Just as I worry about you all the time." His hands slid over her.

Her attention turned to him fully. It was obvious he was dying for it. Her hand went to his cheek sweetly. "That is because you belong to me and worrying over me is you job."

He nodded against her hand. "Yes, it is." Leaning forward he caught her lips with his. Nibbling sweetly on them, he worked his tongue into her mouth.

Alice didn't pull from him. In fact, she leaned to him more. One thing she was never able to do was deny her Hatter. To keep a Mad Hatter happy, he must be given what he wanted, and of course, she loved giving him everything his heart desired, even if that desire was her.

"Now them, Alice," he said, taking a breath as he pulled from her. "Are you ready for me to be with you in a way unlike any other?"

She looked at him with heavy eyes. "I had only hoped those words would come from your lips."

He smiled at that. Pulling her off of the table for a moment, she was back in his lap. With her off of the table, he took hold of the sheet and pulled it, letting all the items disappear. He then laid her back onto the table and crawled over her. His lips traveled over her while his hands crawled up her thighs, his fingers rubbing her through her panties. Her body tingled all over and she could feel her heart pick up. It was such a strange place for them to be doing this...right outside the doors of the White Queen's tower and on a table none the less. Yet, somehow...she didn't mind. In all her wildest dreams she had imagined that she would be with the Mad Hatter this way and now she was. Nothing felt more right.

His fingers began to work her panties off, slowly pulling them down off of her. Already he could see that she was wet. Licking his lips, he leaned down and moved his head beneath her skirt where he ran his tongue over her wet lips.

"Oh!" Alice whispered as his tongue washed over her. For some reason, in Wonderland...she felt no pain from what the twins had done. Was she healed?

Sitting up, his hands went to his pants. His eyes were trained on her while he pulled himself out. His hand ran over the length of his shaft, slowly stroking himself to get him hard. She sat up on her elbows so that she could see him. Her heart picked up again as she looked at him. More than anything she wanted him over her so she could hold him. Once more...she felt like she was falling. Once his cock was nice and hard, he pushed his pants down further. From there, he crawled back over her, smirking as his lips pressed against hers. She wasn't sure if things were going too fast or too slow, but with him over her, she didn't care. Her arms went around him as her tongue washed in his mouth. Her body shook with anticipation.

His fingers slid into her, curling inside of her, pumping, pushing, and stretching her for what was to come. He wanted her to enjoy this. He wanted this to help take her fear and pain away. Alice moaned as his fingers worked her. Her head turned to the direction the White Rabbit ran in and she hoped he would stay gone just for a while longer. Her hips moved under him, begging for more. He smirked as her hips began to move, begging for more of his fingers. He moved his cock to her sweet entrance, and soon his fingers were quickly replaced with the tip of his cock. Her eyes met his. This was it. This was the moment she had thought about from the moment he gave her her first kiss. This moment would mean everything to her. Her hand went up and pulled his hat off so she could stroke his hair.

His eyes seemed to sparkle as the tip of his cock popped into her and slowly began to work himself into her. Alice took a deep breath. There was pain, but it was very little, not enough to ask him to slow or stop. Her hands pulled at his jacket, wishing to feel more. He looked down as he felt a tug on his jacket. She was indeed eager. Grabbing her hips, he pushed himself deeper and deeper, feeling her walls hug him tightly as she began to stretch for him. She bit her lip and buried her face in his shoulder as he pushed in deep. Once again, her body shook. A moan escaped her lips and she pressed them against his neck.

Without a word he stopped so that he could work himself in and out of her. His pace was slow, but hungry. He was masterful in his precision. After all, he was hers. He knew every inch of her. He was hitting all the right spots and she soon couldn't hold back her moans. Everything was so perfect and he was being so gentle. It completely erased everything she felt from her first time. For this moment on, this would be what she would think of when she thought of her first time. Leaning down, his lips crashed against her neck, gently sucking and licking her flesh while he worked her body over. His hands traveled her over, rubbing her silky thighs, covered by her stockings. His other hand slid down to work her clit, a coy smile on his lips as he did so. Her moans grew louder as his fingers rubbed her clit. The building began and she felt like she was going to burst. Her arms hugged him tightly as he moved in and out of her. It was only a matter of moments before she arched her back and threw her head back with a loud moan as she came.

He smiled as he felt her orgasm rage beneath him. With a small smirk he let himself cum as well, his warm seed filling her at the peak of her orgasm. After a few moments, Alice's breathing slowed and she could feel herself relax. She looked at her Hatter with a flushed face and lightly smiled.

"So how did you enjoy my madness?" He smirked as he leaned close on top of her.

"If that was madness...then I hope I am never sane," she whispered.

"Oh don't say that, Alice," he smirked as he gently bit her ear lobe. "It's even more fun when you're sane."