Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Twenty Two ( Chapter 22 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.03.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.03.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
"How do you feel?" Matthew asked, his fingers dancing along her inner thighs, before moving his hand to his cock, filling her juices on his hand as he slowly stroked himself.
She looked down at his hand stroking himself then back to his face. "Fine."
"Are you in any serious pain?" He closed his eyes, leaning his head back while biting back the feeling.
She watched his face, taking him in. "No...not there..." she said. "My knee hurts like hell but I'm ok."
He chuckled at this, a moan escaping his lips as he did so. "I'm glad. I didn't want to hurt you too badly your first time. I'll give you some pain killers for the knee."
"It wasn't my first time," she said softly.
"It was your first time with me."
She nodded. "Yes..."
"So, I wanted to be gentle." He tasted blood, his hand started to work faster on himself.
She sat up and pressed her back against the headboard while watching him. She had never seen a man stroke himself before. She reached over and grabbed his glasses and put them on her face. It made everything blurry, but she didn't really care.
He looked over at her as she moved. When she put on his glasses, he chuckled and leaned forward, kissing her breast. "They suit you."
"Do they make me look smart?" she smiled. Her eyes never left his hand, even though things were blurry, she could still see his movements.
He could barely see without them, but he still nodded. "Very smart," he told her. "And sexy." He squirmed at his touch when he started to feel himself build.
She leaned forward and put the glasses on his face. "I think they look better on you."
As soon as he could see again, he shuddered, his hand moving faster and faster as he started to moan. He squirmed more and just nodded. She could see his cock pulsating. How hard would he had to have fucked her to get off? She felt a little bad for getting off so easily. Finally he came. His cum shooting out in spurts, a happy smile plastered on his face as he laid back, cum drizzling from his cock. Alice held her arms up as it came shooting over her. She was shocked. There was so much and that was twice that he came on her.
He looked over at her, watching his cum dribble off of her. That was hot. He smiled at her lazily. "You're going to need a shower."
"Mr. Cat takes me to the shower area at night...I don't think I can explain this to him..."
He thought about that for a moment and nodded. "I guess that I can take you to the shower area. My pants are ruined anyways. I'll need to grab a gown or something to wear until I can get clean clothes."
"What if someone sees us?" she asked as she grabbed the shirt she was wearing earlier. He had bathed her after last night but he didn't put her clean clothes on. Odd.
"I'll explain that I got blood on my clothes after tending to your wounds. You needed a shower and I was heading to my room for clean clothes."
She smiled. "Well don't you just have everything figured out?" she laughed lightly and put on the shirt. She didn't bother with her panties, she would get new ones after her shower anyways. "Are you going to carry me?"
He smirked at her. "Very well," he sighed. Going to the door, he peeked out the hallway before grabbing something to cover himself up with. Once he done that he held his hands out to her so that he could carry her.
She moved to him and let him lift her. "Mr. Cat isn't going to believe your story," she said smiling. "I wouldn't even believe that story. All he would have to do is go back to my room and see the mess..."
"Yes, well, after your shower I will clean up your room. Therefore there will be no evidence."
"If you say so," she said as she laid on his chest. "I'm hungry."
He chuckled at that. "Yes, that is another side effect of sex. It often speeds up the appetite."
She just nodded against him as they walked out. He took her to the showers first, so that she could wash his cum off of her. He motioned for the shower while he stood outside.
She turned it on and sat on the floor while running the soap over her. "I need a new gown and some panties!" she called to him as she started washing her hair. She would need new bandages after the shower too, but she figured he would know that.
He groaned and nodded, even though she couldn't see it. He went down the hall to grab her a new gown. He could have just given her the one he was wearing, but then he would be naked. They were out of panties for her because they hadn't done the wash, so instead he grabbed her a pair of boxers to put on for now. After grabbing some new bandages and gauze he started back to the shower.
Alice hated the showers. They weren't very private even though Mr. Cat scheduled her showers to be alone. It was just a large open room with a lot of shower heads. There were a few tubs for those who couldn't walk, but with the open space, it made her feel very uncomfortable. Everything echoed when she was alone. It was just creepy.
"Are you almost done?" He fixed his glasses, the steam from the shower fogging them up as he drew close.
"Yes," she said shutting the shower off. "I'm done." She looked at the bruising on her nipples and the bit marks. If Mr. Cat were there he would ask about them. He always asked about every mark on her body.
He looked at her as she turned to him. He handed her a towel and her clothes.
She took the towel and stood not letting any weight on her ankle as she dried off.After drying, she dressed. "Boxers?" she said. "I can't where these...I don't know who's they are...."
"They're um...mine," he told her. "Unfortunately we're all out of panties for you."
"Oh..." she said. She put them on. "You should have said they were yours. I would have put them on even if I had panties," she smiled. She reached over and left him lift her.
He lifted her into his arms and started to carry her to his room. "Why would you wear my boxers if you had panties?"
"Because they are yours," she stated as if it was an odd question to ask.
"Okay?" Somehow he didn't see himself wearing her panties if he didn't have any boxers.
She snuggled against him. "Are you taking me back to your room so mine can get cleaned?"
"Yes," he told her. "And so that I can retreat your wounds." Pushing open the door, he sat her on the bed. After taking off her old bandages, he began to redress her wounds.
She watched him with a smile. "This is nice...it's almost like I'm not really a patient."
He looked up at her curiously. "What makes you say that?" He wasn't acting all that much different around her, was he?
"Well...it's almost like I'm normal...like you're my first real boyfriend or something...like a normal girl with a normal guy..."
He chuckled at that. "I thought you said I was mad."
"Oh, but you are. And that's ok. I think I have a thing for mad men..." she smirked.
He looked up at her as he finished with her leg and arm. "And just what kind of thing is that?" He smirked as he fixed his glasses.
She blushed. "You know...I like you...and the Mad Hatter...both of you are mad, so I think I just like guys that are....well...mad."
He nuzzled her neck. "But I'm not mad," he whispered, sucking on her flesh for just a second before pulling away so that he could get some clothes.
"But you are, Mr. Hatter," she smirked and laid back on his bed. "You really are."
Shaking his head, he took off his gown and tossed it at her while he searched through his drawers for something to wear.
She laughed as the gown hit her face. She threw it to the ground and watched him move around. "Can I ask you something personal?"
He turned to her and shrugged. "Sure. What is it?"
"How many...people have you been with...like me just now?" she asked.
He thought about that for a moment. "Other than you, just one other person that I met during med school."
He seemed so experienced. She was sure there were more. "Oh, ok."
"Why do you ask?" He started pulling a shirt over his head, taking off his glasses in the process and setting them down on his desk.
"Just wondering...you seem to know a lot about sex," she said as her stomach growled again. "Hurry and clean my room. If I'm this hungry it's got to be close to meal time and Mr. Cat will show up there."
He nodded slowly. Pulling on pants, he didn't bother with underwear. "Do you want to stay here or come with me to your room?"
"I'll come or go, whichever is easier for you," she smiled.
He snickered at that. "Then stay and relax. I'll be back."
She nodded and rolled on his bed, taking in his scent. "I can do that."
"Good," he smirked. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Exiting the room, he shut the door behind him and started on clean up duty.
As soon as he was gone, she shot up and hopped to his desk. He said he had a full file on her, she wanted to see it.
He whistled, nodding to nurses as he passed by. Going to her room, he began to tear off the sheets and grab his dirty clothes. Off to the furnace with them.
Alice searched through everything but finally found what she was looking for in the middle drawer of his desk. It was a leather bound journal. She opened it up and the first thing she saw was a picture of her sitting at her window in her room with her rabbit. When did he take that? She moved the picture aside and began reading. Most of it was what she expected, he spoke like a book doctor calling her names she didn't recognize or could pronounce. She flipped the page. It was more pictures of her, one was of her sleeping.
"Alice believes that Wonderland is real despite how hard I tell her it's only her mind playing tricks on her. She suffers greatly even though she swears Wonderland is perfection. Sometimes I wonder why something so beautiful can be so...insane," she read from one of his earlier entries a few years back.
Tossing the items in the furnace, he closed it quickly and started back upstairs to her room. After getting out clean sheets and pillows, he fixed her room up perfectly so that it was just how it had been.
Alice flipped more pages until she was in the same month as now. "Alice said she went to Wonderland. In all my years with her, she has never said she returned until today. She said it's dark...it reminds me of her mind. Perhaps Wonderland is her way of getting well. I sound mad just suggesting it." She moved to a later date. "Alice is always on my mind. She's taken over every thought I have. I can't shake the new feelings I have for her no matter how wrong they are. I even find myself hating her Mad Hatter because he spends intimate time with her and yet he only a figment of the imagination. Why can't she see how fake this Wonderland is? It's like she is playing pretend and yet she seems so serious about how real it is." She flipped the page and sat back. The whole page was covered in the words 'mad.'
Matthew pushed open the door, stopping only when he saw what she was doing. "While I'm aware that you have no privacy, there are some things of mine that you shouldn't go through."
"You really do think I'm insane don't you?" she said honestly hurt. "Even after everything I've told you...you still don't believe I'm telling the truth that Wonderland is real. I gave myself to you...all of me and yet in your mind you’re just fucking a psycho!"
His face was calm even as she yelled. "If I thought you were a psycho I would have never been intimate with you."
"It doesn't change the fact that you think I'm crazy!" She picked up the notebook and threw it at him, papers flew everywhere. "You wrote it down!"
His eyes widened as the notebook's pages flew around the room. Glaring at her, he started to pick them up, his hands trembling as he did so. "I don't think you're crazy," he said, trying his best to keep his voice calm and even.
She was pissed that he still found that notebook so important. He was picking up each page as if his life depended on it. "Then what the hell do you think!? You don't believe in what I say and you said so in that stupid book that I'm insane! God! And I let you...I let you screw me! I let you touch me! I trusted you!"
"As you should," he told her. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Alice."
"Hurting me has nothing to do with messing with my heart!"
"How am I messing with your heart?"
"You made me believe that you believed me...that you thought what I said about Wonderland was real...that I don't belong here...and all this time...it was just all a lie!"
"I told you that you didn't belong here. That part is true. You really don't, Alice. You're not dangerous or psychotic. You don't belong here."
She looked at him. Standing she used the walk to walk over to where he was and picked up one of the pages. "But you wrote that you believed that I'm crazy."
He shook his head slowly. "I did. But I don't. It's...complicated."
"Start explaining!" she demanded.
He gathered up the papers, trying to sort through them. "I do not think you're crazy," he told her. "But I don't think that Wonderland is real either. That is my explanation."
She shook her head. "That's not good enough. After everything I told you, after all I've seen and done, how can you not believe? How can I prove to you that I'm not making it up, that Wonderland is real?"
"Once more you're not understanding the context of my words. Wonderland is real within the fabrication of your mind. It is very real. However, to the rest of us Wonderland is nothing more than something that you fantasize about."
"No, you're not listening!" she screamed. "It's real! I mean just as real as this world...as this desk," she said and pushed it. "As this notebook!" she yelled and snatched it from him. "As real as you and me and everything else! I feel just there just as I feel here! I hurt there like I do here! I bleed there just as I do here! I cry and laugh and love there just like I do here! It's real!"
She looked down at his hand stroking himself then back to his face. "Fine."
"Are you in any serious pain?" He closed his eyes, leaning his head back while biting back the feeling.
She watched his face, taking him in. "No...not there..." she said. "My knee hurts like hell but I'm ok."
He chuckled at this, a moan escaping his lips as he did so. "I'm glad. I didn't want to hurt you too badly your first time. I'll give you some pain killers for the knee."
"It wasn't my first time," she said softly.
"It was your first time with me."
She nodded. "Yes..."
"So, I wanted to be gentle." He tasted blood, his hand started to work faster on himself.
She sat up and pressed her back against the headboard while watching him. She had never seen a man stroke himself before. She reached over and grabbed his glasses and put them on her face. It made everything blurry, but she didn't really care.
He looked over at her as she moved. When she put on his glasses, he chuckled and leaned forward, kissing her breast. "They suit you."
"Do they make me look smart?" she smiled. Her eyes never left his hand, even though things were blurry, she could still see his movements.
He could barely see without them, but he still nodded. "Very smart," he told her. "And sexy." He squirmed at his touch when he started to feel himself build.
She leaned forward and put the glasses on his face. "I think they look better on you."
As soon as he could see again, he shuddered, his hand moving faster and faster as he started to moan. He squirmed more and just nodded. She could see his cock pulsating. How hard would he had to have fucked her to get off? She felt a little bad for getting off so easily. Finally he came. His cum shooting out in spurts, a happy smile plastered on his face as he laid back, cum drizzling from his cock. Alice held her arms up as it came shooting over her. She was shocked. There was so much and that was twice that he came on her.
He looked over at her, watching his cum dribble off of her. That was hot. He smiled at her lazily. "You're going to need a shower."
"Mr. Cat takes me to the shower area at night...I don't think I can explain this to him..."
He thought about that for a moment and nodded. "I guess that I can take you to the shower area. My pants are ruined anyways. I'll need to grab a gown or something to wear until I can get clean clothes."
"What if someone sees us?" she asked as she grabbed the shirt she was wearing earlier. He had bathed her after last night but he didn't put her clean clothes on. Odd.
"I'll explain that I got blood on my clothes after tending to your wounds. You needed a shower and I was heading to my room for clean clothes."
She smiled. "Well don't you just have everything figured out?" she laughed lightly and put on the shirt. She didn't bother with her panties, she would get new ones after her shower anyways. "Are you going to carry me?"
He smirked at her. "Very well," he sighed. Going to the door, he peeked out the hallway before grabbing something to cover himself up with. Once he done that he held his hands out to her so that he could carry her.
She moved to him and let him lift her. "Mr. Cat isn't going to believe your story," she said smiling. "I wouldn't even believe that story. All he would have to do is go back to my room and see the mess..."
"Yes, well, after your shower I will clean up your room. Therefore there will be no evidence."
"If you say so," she said as she laid on his chest. "I'm hungry."
He chuckled at that. "Yes, that is another side effect of sex. It often speeds up the appetite."
She just nodded against him as they walked out. He took her to the showers first, so that she could wash his cum off of her. He motioned for the shower while he stood outside.
She turned it on and sat on the floor while running the soap over her. "I need a new gown and some panties!" she called to him as she started washing her hair. She would need new bandages after the shower too, but she figured he would know that.
He groaned and nodded, even though she couldn't see it. He went down the hall to grab her a new gown. He could have just given her the one he was wearing, but then he would be naked. They were out of panties for her because they hadn't done the wash, so instead he grabbed her a pair of boxers to put on for now. After grabbing some new bandages and gauze he started back to the shower.
Alice hated the showers. They weren't very private even though Mr. Cat scheduled her showers to be alone. It was just a large open room with a lot of shower heads. There were a few tubs for those who couldn't walk, but with the open space, it made her feel very uncomfortable. Everything echoed when she was alone. It was just creepy.
"Are you almost done?" He fixed his glasses, the steam from the shower fogging them up as he drew close.
"Yes," she said shutting the shower off. "I'm done." She looked at the bruising on her nipples and the bit marks. If Mr. Cat were there he would ask about them. He always asked about every mark on her body.
He looked at her as she turned to him. He handed her a towel and her clothes.
She took the towel and stood not letting any weight on her ankle as she dried off.After drying, she dressed. "Boxers?" she said. "I can't where these...I don't know who's they are...."
"They're um...mine," he told her. "Unfortunately we're all out of panties for you."
"Oh..." she said. She put them on. "You should have said they were yours. I would have put them on even if I had panties," she smiled. She reached over and left him lift her.
He lifted her into his arms and started to carry her to his room. "Why would you wear my boxers if you had panties?"
"Because they are yours," she stated as if it was an odd question to ask.
"Okay?" Somehow he didn't see himself wearing her panties if he didn't have any boxers.
She snuggled against him. "Are you taking me back to your room so mine can get cleaned?"
"Yes," he told her. "And so that I can retreat your wounds." Pushing open the door, he sat her on the bed. After taking off her old bandages, he began to redress her wounds.
She watched him with a smile. "This is nice...it's almost like I'm not really a patient."
He looked up at her curiously. "What makes you say that?" He wasn't acting all that much different around her, was he?
"Well...it's almost like I'm normal...like you're my first real boyfriend or something...like a normal girl with a normal guy..."
He chuckled at that. "I thought you said I was mad."
"Oh, but you are. And that's ok. I think I have a thing for mad men..." she smirked.
He looked up at her as he finished with her leg and arm. "And just what kind of thing is that?" He smirked as he fixed his glasses.
She blushed. "You know...I like you...and the Mad Hatter...both of you are mad, so I think I just like guys that are....well...mad."
He nuzzled her neck. "But I'm not mad," he whispered, sucking on her flesh for just a second before pulling away so that he could get some clothes.
"But you are, Mr. Hatter," she smirked and laid back on his bed. "You really are."
Shaking his head, he took off his gown and tossed it at her while he searched through his drawers for something to wear.
She laughed as the gown hit her face. She threw it to the ground and watched him move around. "Can I ask you something personal?"
He turned to her and shrugged. "Sure. What is it?"
"How many...people have you been with...like me just now?" she asked.
He thought about that for a moment. "Other than you, just one other person that I met during med school."
He seemed so experienced. She was sure there were more. "Oh, ok."
"Why do you ask?" He started pulling a shirt over his head, taking off his glasses in the process and setting them down on his desk.
"Just wondering...you seem to know a lot about sex," she said as her stomach growled again. "Hurry and clean my room. If I'm this hungry it's got to be close to meal time and Mr. Cat will show up there."
He nodded slowly. Pulling on pants, he didn't bother with underwear. "Do you want to stay here or come with me to your room?"
"I'll come or go, whichever is easier for you," she smiled.
He snickered at that. "Then stay and relax. I'll be back."
She nodded and rolled on his bed, taking in his scent. "I can do that."
"Good," he smirked. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Exiting the room, he shut the door behind him and started on clean up duty.
As soon as he was gone, she shot up and hopped to his desk. He said he had a full file on her, she wanted to see it.
He whistled, nodding to nurses as he passed by. Going to her room, he began to tear off the sheets and grab his dirty clothes. Off to the furnace with them.
Alice searched through everything but finally found what she was looking for in the middle drawer of his desk. It was a leather bound journal. She opened it up and the first thing she saw was a picture of her sitting at her window in her room with her rabbit. When did he take that? She moved the picture aside and began reading. Most of it was what she expected, he spoke like a book doctor calling her names she didn't recognize or could pronounce. She flipped the page. It was more pictures of her, one was of her sleeping.
"Alice believes that Wonderland is real despite how hard I tell her it's only her mind playing tricks on her. She suffers greatly even though she swears Wonderland is perfection. Sometimes I wonder why something so beautiful can be so...insane," she read from one of his earlier entries a few years back.
Tossing the items in the furnace, he closed it quickly and started back upstairs to her room. After getting out clean sheets and pillows, he fixed her room up perfectly so that it was just how it had been.
Alice flipped more pages until she was in the same month as now. "Alice said she went to Wonderland. In all my years with her, she has never said she returned until today. She said it's dark...it reminds me of her mind. Perhaps Wonderland is her way of getting well. I sound mad just suggesting it." She moved to a later date. "Alice is always on my mind. She's taken over every thought I have. I can't shake the new feelings I have for her no matter how wrong they are. I even find myself hating her Mad Hatter because he spends intimate time with her and yet he only a figment of the imagination. Why can't she see how fake this Wonderland is? It's like she is playing pretend and yet she seems so serious about how real it is." She flipped the page and sat back. The whole page was covered in the words 'mad.'
Matthew pushed open the door, stopping only when he saw what she was doing. "While I'm aware that you have no privacy, there are some things of mine that you shouldn't go through."
"You really do think I'm insane don't you?" she said honestly hurt. "Even after everything I've told you...you still don't believe I'm telling the truth that Wonderland is real. I gave myself to you...all of me and yet in your mind you’re just fucking a psycho!"
His face was calm even as she yelled. "If I thought you were a psycho I would have never been intimate with you."
"It doesn't change the fact that you think I'm crazy!" She picked up the notebook and threw it at him, papers flew everywhere. "You wrote it down!"
His eyes widened as the notebook's pages flew around the room. Glaring at her, he started to pick them up, his hands trembling as he did so. "I don't think you're crazy," he said, trying his best to keep his voice calm and even.
She was pissed that he still found that notebook so important. He was picking up each page as if his life depended on it. "Then what the hell do you think!? You don't believe in what I say and you said so in that stupid book that I'm insane! God! And I let you...I let you screw me! I let you touch me! I trusted you!"
"As you should," he told her. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Alice."
"Hurting me has nothing to do with messing with my heart!"
"How am I messing with your heart?"
"You made me believe that you believed me...that you thought what I said about Wonderland was real...that I don't belong here...and all this time...it was just all a lie!"
"I told you that you didn't belong here. That part is true. You really don't, Alice. You're not dangerous or psychotic. You don't belong here."
She looked at him. Standing she used the walk to walk over to where he was and picked up one of the pages. "But you wrote that you believed that I'm crazy."
He shook his head slowly. "I did. But I don't. It's...complicated."
"Start explaining!" she demanded.
He gathered up the papers, trying to sort through them. "I do not think you're crazy," he told her. "But I don't think that Wonderland is real either. That is my explanation."
She shook her head. "That's not good enough. After everything I told you, after all I've seen and done, how can you not believe? How can I prove to you that I'm not making it up, that Wonderland is real?"
"Once more you're not understanding the context of my words. Wonderland is real within the fabrication of your mind. It is very real. However, to the rest of us Wonderland is nothing more than something that you fantasize about."
"No, you're not listening!" she screamed. "It's real! I mean just as real as this world...as this desk," she said and pushed it. "As this notebook!" she yelled and snatched it from him. "As real as you and me and everything else! I feel just there just as I feel here! I hurt there like I do here! I bleed there just as I do here! I cry and laugh and love there just like I do here! It's real!"