Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Forty Three ( Chapter 43 )

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

Matthew's eyes were closed, sleep already taking hold of him. His soft breathing was interrupted only by her moving, his cock tingling inside her. "Sleep," he whispered.

Alice looked down at him. She looked at the open door, completely confused. She at first thought she had hurt both him and herself and yet he didn't seem fazed. Hesitating, she laid back on him, whimpering and crying at the pain, but closing her eyes and trying to find sleep.

His arms wrapped around her, stroking her back and ass. "I love you crazy lady," he smiled, nuzzling her shoulder while he let sleep take him.

She could have sworn he sounded differently, but she pushed it from her mind. With pain causing her tears and confusion clouding her mind, she took a deep breath. "I love you too..." she whispered.

Sammy stood his room, his hands shaking. "This...isn't good," he whispered.

Alice woke the next morning sore and stiff. She didn't dare move. She didn't sleep well last night, but she did her best not to wake Matthew as she laid on him.

It was a few minutes later, Matthew stirred beneath her, his morning wood moving inside her. His eyes shot open as his hips moved. A hiss escaped his lips, his entire body sore and stiff. Blinking, it took a few seconds before he could make out Alice's face. "What...happened?" She was naked and his cock was in her.... The air smelled like sex and blood.

She whimpered. "Please...don't move..." she begged. His cock pushed into her and she cried. "I don't remember...I'm so very sorry."

He nodded slowly. "I see.... Here, let me get out of you." It was obvious that she was in pain. Looking down he noticed his chest and hers were both covered in bite marks and gashes.

She hugged to him. "Don't! It hurts!"

He hissed at the sudden movement, his cock throbbing into her. "I'll have to get out sometime," he said, trying hard not squirm while inside her. "We'll just stay here for a few seconds. Okay?"

She nodded, her eyes closed tightly. "I...I really hurt you this time I think...but...you told me to sleep."

"I...don't know," he said slowly. "All I know is that it hurts and I don't have a condom on."

Slowly, she began to sit up on him. Tears poured from her face as she moved her legs up and pulled out of him. Blood and cum coated his cock and dripped from her. She moved and laid beside him but then cried out when she realized her ass what scratched up.

He hissed, his hands slid over his body, touching every wound. Finally he looked down at his fully erect cock, covered in their cum and blood. He gingerly ran his fingers over it, his hips bucking in pain and pleasure. "What the hell happened last night?" He held his head, looking over at her his fingers reached out to touch the wounds on her.

"Don't!" she yelled and moved from him. She whimpered again. Had she done so much damage to him that he couldn't remember? She turned her head from him and cried silently. "This isn't right...we should never have been together..."

"It's okay, Alice." He whimpered as he moved to her. "I'm fine. Sore and tender...but fine. What about you? Is...everything okay?"

"Everything is not ok...everything hurts and I'm covered in blood. I can't remember what I did and once again I messed things up..." she whispered.

"Alice, I'm fine. I...don't know what happens, but judging by all the cum it wasn't anything bad. You didn't mess things up."

"I forced myself on you...I'm sure of it...and you fought back..." She covered her mouth while tears slide over her hand. She had been thinking of this all night. "I don't think we should be together anymore..."

He shook his head. Sitting up, he gasped at his ribs. "Don't say that, Alice."

"I mean it...I want you to stay away from me..." she said. She would walk out but moving was just too much.

He shook his head. "No," he told her. "Rape or not...I don't remember. Let's just.... Let's take a deep breath and think this over later."

Slowly she began to sit up. She cried out over and over as she forced herself to get up and stand. She wrapped a blanket around her. "If you won't stay away from me, I'm going to stay away from you," she said and walked to the door. She walked to Sammy's bedroom and knocked. "Sammy...I need help."

Sammy sat up and winced, something quickly moved beneath the covers as he wiped his eyes. "Come in, Alice."

Alice walked in. She opened the blanket to show her body. "Please....I really messed up this time....Matthew's really hurt too..."

Sammy's eyes widened as he saw all the blood, bites, and scratches. "Oh sweetie," he whispered. The big bulge beside him moved as he leaned on it. "Give me just a second to get some clothes on. Umm...I mean, how did you mess up, Alice? I heard last night. Whatever happened was consensual on both sides."

Alice shook her head. "I can't remember...I think I forced myself on him and he fought against me...Sammy, I can't be in the same house as him. Eventually I'm going to kill him," she said as tears poured over her. She walked over to him.

He shook his head. "Alice, I know that what you two did, you did because you wanted it. You didn't rape him," he told her. As she came closer he pulled the blanket up. "Alice, I'm not wearing any clothes."

She looked him over. "I don't mind," she assured him. "Can you help me bathe? Everything hurts."

He looked at the bundle on the bed and then to her. He nodded slowly. "Of course sweetie." He tried to hide a wince as he crawled out of bed, trying his best to cover himself while slowly walking over tocloset.

Alice looked at the bulge as he got out of the bed. "I think you have a pillow under-" she flipped the covers back and screamed. "Naked man! Naked man!" she covered herself with the blanket and turned her back. "This day sucks more than ever!"

"It's okay, Alice," Sammy said quickly as he hugged her. The guy beneath the cover sat up, pulling the blankets up to his waste. "Alice...this is Brian. He...spent the night last night."

"Hello, Alice," he said, offering her a smile with flushed cheeks.

Alice cried against him. "Nothing is right! And he heard everything! My life sucks so much!"

"Come on, sweetie. A nice warm shower will make you feel better," he said as he started leading her to his shower. He looked back at Brian who was trying to pull on his boxers.

She cried the whole way to the bathroom. "I hate my life."

Sammy smiled against her. "It's okay. Part of life is learning from your mistakes." He reached and turned on the water. Taking the blanket from her he hesitated now that they were both naked. Shaking his head, he ushered her into the shower.

Alice stepped in and cried out. The water stung her body and she ached. She let her tears mix with the water and hung her head low. How could something like this happen? How could she once again use and hurt Matthew? She was suppose to love him. Love isn't suppose to come with blood.

"Here," he said, taking a soft rag and running it over her body. "We need to wash you out...between your legs."

She only nodded. Her body shook with pain and all she could think about was that she was going to have to find some way to force herself to never see Matthew again. She seemed bent on killing him.

He took the shower head off, holding onto her as he spread her legs, moving the shower leg slowly over her cum filled and blood filled area. "Alice," he whispered. "Everything that happened last night...Matthew wanted it. You didn't do anything wrong."

She moved her hands to his shoulder to balance herself. "Sex isn't suppose to be like that unless you are fighting..."

He shook his head slowly. "There are a lot of times when I have come out with bite marks, sore, and bleeding. Sometimes you just need sex to be rough and primal."

"But he doesn't remember anything. You don't just forget things like that unless you are...insane...like me..." she said softly.

Sammy looked at her. "Alice, if I tell you something, do you promise not to tell another soul? Not even Matthew."

Alice looked at him as he ran the water and rag over her. "Yes..."

Sammy bit his lip, looking up at her he shook his head. "Never mind.... Let's just get you washed up."

She sighed and nodded. After washing her body and hair, Sammy helped her out and she wrapped a towel around herself. "Umm...will...will you check on Matthew?"

"You should be the one to do that. I've got to see Brian out."

"Brian should stay for breakfast and I can't. I don't want to see him."

"Why do you not want to see him? All your clothes are in there. You'll have to see him sometime."

"I can't protect him if I'm always around him. Just check on him and I'll borrow something of yours."

"Okay, I'll talk with him," he assured her. Kissing her forehead, he went out to get dressed himself. Brian was already dressed, a smirk on his lips as Sammy sauntered out for him.

"Should I go...or?"

"Make yourself useful and cook breakfast for us," Sammy said with a smirk as he got dressed.

Alice walked out of the bathroom and waited until Sammy was out of his room before going in it. She blushed at Brian and started grabbing clothes from Sammy's clothes. "It's nice to finally meet you..." she mutter. "I'm sorry...if I freaked you out...I have a history of that."

Brian smiled and waved it off. "It's okay. I'm certain that Matthew couldn't have found it that bad." He nodded as he started out the door. "I'll give you some privacy. See you downstairs."

She watched him leave. He really was handsome. Dropping her towel, she changed into a shirt and skirt with socks and panties. She didn't put on a bra since he didn't have any to fit her. Brushing out her hair, she walked down stairs with a first aid kit. She walked over to Brian. "Ummm...will you help me?"

Brian looked up from the skillet of eggs and smiled. "Of course." Taking the first aid kit from her, he began to get out bandages and gauze. "Where all are you hurt?"

Alice looked at him. "Well..." She moved her hands to her shirt and began pulling it off but then stopped. "Wait...are you completely gay? Like Sammy?"

He laughed at that. "No, I'm not. I'm actually, bi, but you're way too young for me. So no worries there."

She shifted in her chair a bit. "Ok..." she said. Slowly, she lifted her shirt over her head.

His eyes widened as he noticed all the bite marks and bruises. "I see," he whispered. "Sammy warned me that you and Matthew were rather kinky." He smirked, grabbing the bandages, he took some antiseptic and began to dab her bites so they wouldn't get infected. "If Matthew has the same stuff on him, he probably needs to get it looked at. Lots of germs live in the mouth."

She winced and shifted again. "I'm not really worried about germs..."

"You should be," he said as he applied antiseptic all over her flesh practically. "They could kill you, rot your flesh, all sorts of terrible things."

"There are more horrible things," she said to him.

"Like what?"

Her eyes moved from him. "How about you fix me up and we not talk?"

"If that's your wish." He bandaged up bite after bite until she was almost mummified. After he was through, he set the unused stuff aside and offered her back her shirt.

"We need to talk," Sammy whispered. Matthew was wearing his pants, slowly buttoning up his shirt.

"About...?"

"What happened last night."

"Alice raped me," he told him. "But...it's okay."

Sammy shook his head. "She didn't. You two had sex, and you both wanted it."

"But, I don't remember it."

"Yes, normally you give yourself false memories. This time you couldn't I guess."

Matthew's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Sammy reached into his pocket, his hands clasping around the tiny metal object. "I mean that you belong in the asylum as much as Alice does."

"What?" Matthew took a step toward him, but Sammy pulled something out. It was a broken pocket watch. Matthew froze as he looked at it. It's steady movement almost mesmerizing him. "That's...."

"It's William's, Matthew," Sammy whispered. "You know why I have it."

Matthew's eyes darkened, his lips curving slowly. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes I do."

Alice took her shirt and slowly put it back on. "Thank you," she said. "Sorry if I seem a little cold it's just easier if I don't get attached to you...and let's face it...I have two friends and it would be easy for me to attach myself to you."