ALICE IN UNDERLAND by Sara White Doe and Piers Knight 2012

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The scariest adventures of Alice in Underland

By Piers and Sara W. D. Knight.

Loosely Based on Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (1832 – 1898).


An adult eclectic mix of the selected works of Lewis Carroll, skilfully blended (err ‘thrown’) together in the most uproariously explicit manner possible, very much, I (we) trust, to the disapproval
of the good Reverend.





Alice conducts a wormhole experiment on Earth, using a temporal practical mass theory using dark matter index as the base medium for Zero point travel. While at the same time, in a place called Underland, a Professor White Rabbit is performing his latest experiment for the Queen of Hearts, and their Wormholes touch, resultant adventure ensues.















With Live Links







Contents

CHAPTER I pp 4 Down the Worm-Hole
CHAPTER II pp 7 The Garden of Surprises
CHAPTER III pp 13 A Little Unpleasantness, then an Ally
CHAPTER IV pp 19 The Red Queen Tries Alice
CHAPTER V pp 27 Party at a Madhouse
CHAPTER VI pp 37 The Walrus, The Carpenter and the Turtle
CHAPTER VII pp 42 Battle with the Mock Turtle
CHAPTER VIII pp 47 The Children and the Tweedles
CHAPTER IX pp 52 The White King’s Cavalry
CHAPTER X pp 54 The Final Battle of Alice in Underland
CHAPTER XI pp 56 The Bloody Battle
CHAPTER XII pp 60 The Duchess, the Hatter and the Knave
CHAPTER XIII pp 67 The Jabberwocky


APPENDIX pp 77 Text references and Links
DISCLAIMER pp 78 Acknowlegements.
AN EPILOGUE pp 79 By Lewis Carroll






With Live Links


The scariest adventures of
Alice in Underland

Yes, you heard right: UNDER LAND


By Piers and Sara W. D. Knight




22 May 2012 Alice in Underland

(Outline)

Chapter 1: The Worm hole Experiment.

1: Alice conducts a wormhole experiment on Earth using a temporal practical mass theory using dark matter index as the base medium for Zero point travel. While at the same time in a place called Underland a Professor White Rabbit is performing his latest experiment for the Queen of Hearts in order to conquer more places for food which the rulers of Underland are busy warring amongst themselves to gather more children for slaves and food in their kingdoms.

2: During said experiment and miscalculation Professor White Rabbit and Alice's wormholes connect during the final test phase and Alice is sucked through into Underland several hundred light years away from Earth. Mysteriously Alice pops out the other side of the wormhole.

A: Alice startles the White Rabbit and he runs for two reasons:
1; Alice’s presence and looks scare him,
2; He is late for his meeting with the Duchess.

B: White Hare or (Rabbit) runs way with Alice chasing close behind him trying to get some answers as to what happened to her.


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Chapter I: The Worm hole Experiment.

‘Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?'

So begins the book ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND, Alice White mused as she took shelter from the storm, pelting rivers of rain down on her as she made her way back to the lab from her lunch break.

Although it rains quite a bit in winter in San Francisco, this May, the fair citizens and city were getting an unusual drenching. And this day she had forgotten to take her black leather jacket so Alice was gaining quite a few admiring stares from men and women alike, especially as she ran back to the lab, her breasts swaying heavily from side to side, but the raven-haired 6’ tall beauty usually had that effect. But with her huge 48 GG cup breasts overshadowing her 26” waist and 36” hips, she was a real head turner, but even more so today as her white T-shirt was soaked and clung alluringly to her shapely breasts.

Beauty as well as brains were Alice’s principal assets and as a scientist with degrees in Temporal Physics and Cosmology, she was well qualified to be conducting the Wormhole experiments. One more asset Alice had in abundance was her ability as a Catfighter at which she excelled and was very much a big hobby with her. It was something she indulged in through school and right throughout University; it made a good balance to all of the high-brow education she had put herself through.

Her odious and somewhat sweat ‘fragranced’ boss, Mr Jones, was waiting for her: ‘And what time do you call this Alice,’ he said, tapping his watch, but not taking his beady eyes off of Alice’s wet T shirt. She put up with him because the job was good, interesting and it paid well, but she couldn’t stand her colleague. In fact, he creeped her out big time, sometimes made her flesh crawl.

Once upon a time, cosmic theory of wormholes existing was the stuff of science fiction. The wormhole or "portal" was a gateway that connects two distant locations separated by space-time. Now it was no longer so science fiction, it was science fact. It was a planned mission in 2014 to study the phenomenon by sending four spacecraft to spread out in Earth's magnetosphere. But a University of Iowa plasma physicist, discovered that the portals, called X-points or electron diffusion regions, where the magnetic field of the Earth connects to the magnetic field of the sun, exists on Earth too in the right conditions.

The discovery is that the Solar Wind creates a Bow Shock towards the Earth and is dispersed by the planet’s Gravitational field. It is on this side of our planet that Magnetosphere storms can play havoc with electrical equipment, but on the Lee side of the Earth a cone forms correlating to where the Bow Shock skirts around the planet, much in the same way that air does around an aircraft’s wing. In the space between the Bow shock and Solar Wind a Wormhole is created. It used to be thought that these can only form in the Magnetosphere in space, but recent, secret experiments have revealed that worm holes can form on the two opposing sites on the lee of the planet and one of these is near San Francisco CA, so this is where NASA set up their lab to try to harness an opening wormhole.

She didn’t know if the thunderstorm had altered the magnetic field, but suddenly everything went haywire as she opened up a successful hole; this time it was bigger than normal and sparkling and crackling alarmingly. The lights flickered on and off and Mr Jones was knocking on the armoured plate glass screen between their labs. ‘Come out of there now!’ she saw Mr Jones mouth.
‘I’ll just turn this machine off,’ she shouted at the screen and as she bent towards the machine she felt herself being kind of stretched, and suddenly her legs seemed to be hundreds of feet from her as her top half was snatched by the electromagnetic vortex and before she knew where she was, she was sucked off her feet!

It was like a swirling magnetic wind which was trying to pull her in several directions at once, but to be fair to Mr. Jones he had been developing a kind of special ‘space suit’ for travelling through a wormhole. She tumbled through it, rather like young Alice in Lewis Carroll’s book falling down the rabbit hole, and it continued to tear at her as she went through it, not knowing if she would come out of this in one piece.

The worm hole experiment had not been kind to Alice, not a smooth journey as some Temporal Scientists had predicted, but what did they know? They’ve never even been down a wormhole, she muttered to herself as this interminable tunnel twisted and turned; “EEEeeeooouch” she screamed as her shirt was ripped by something hard in the wormhole. “What the F…. Aaahh. ****!” Alice shouted as her shirt got ripped some more and something ripped a leg of her jeans open.

Then there was a terrifying wind and the remains of her most of her jeans and boots were sucked off. “Any egg head who says temporal travel is easy, just let him near me, JUST LET ‘IM,” she fumed as her arm was cut by something. What felt like twigs whipped across her face and chest scratching them, and some kind of tendrils wrapped around her legs, only to be torn off by her tremendous volition. “UGGHH!” she gasped as she realised that these were some kind of animal parts; the bright green blood splashed onto her face and breasts.

Then her shirt was gone, apart from a few remnants stuck to the alien blood and with it her 48GG cup bra. “Good,” she said as she waved bye, bye to the bra. “I only wore it for the Lab anyway,” she thought. And that was mostly to keep Mr Jones from groping her substantial breasts anyway. I suppose that the presence of some other beings in the wormhole meant either that it works and that other’s are using it, or, they have become trapped somehow, or they live there. Perhaps this thing really was ripping through multi dimensions in space. Now that gave her something to think about!

Was it a temporal phenomenon, or in fact, Multi Dimensional? - Which, through an entire Galaxy, could be exciting? Though the thought of other makes of chocolate bars are also available. “Now what on Earth made me think of Chocolate bars at a time like this? Time? …Er’… What time?” Her watch had been ripped off too. “And where the **** was this glowing green light coming from?” It didn’t half remind her of the mouldy Prawns she had been served in her least favourite restaurant a few nights ago when a beetle from Alpha Centauri stood up and sang a lusty rendition of “On Ilkla Mooar bah’t ’at (On Ilkly Moor without a hat)”, at least that’s where he said he was from, but it actually resembled Mr Jones in a costume. “Well, it certainly smelt like him,” she said most ungraciously.

The unsteady green glow emanating from below, was still flickering and she was almost naked apart from a few ragged pieces of shirt and a single ripped jeans leg. “I’m glad it wasn’t my own leg,” she thought, but she still got flicked with droplets of her own blood though it seemed like she had been falling, if that is the right word, for hours. She noticed that the sides of the wormhole were now glittering with what looked like gemstones, but then it actually resembled granite the more closely she looked. Some stones reminded her of her cat, “Ginger,” so called because she is ginger, or she was until Alice accidentally dropped a pot of black paint on her. “Oh will Ginger ever forgive me?” she said as she thought of her cat, and the jewel studded collar she had bought for her, but she realised she was dreaming when she found herself sharing the table in the restaurant which served the green prawns!

“I'm trying to create the underground world of caverns in my mind,” the cat said as they conversed while the smelly beetle from Alpha Centauri sang.

“Have you ever seen the Journey to the center of the earth?” Alice asked her cat. “Yes, several times,” said the cat, in most cultured tones. “Like huge caverns, like a world inside of a world,” she confided. “Just what I was thinking,” said the cat. “Actually, I was just wondering about natural caverns glittering with minerals in the rocks, but with the caves stuffed with all the hi-tech paraphernalia of modern life,” Alice said. “There are highly advanced developments like underground gardens these days,” the cat said knowledgably.

“No!” Alice said aghast “Git awaa with ye,” she suddenly said in a broad Ayrshire accent. “Aye wee lassie,” the cat said winking, “though ma current favourite is the Highland Games,” she said in lilting tones, pumping up the bagpipes she seemed to have acquired from thin air. “Ah laiked tha Extreme Catfights,” she said then let out an ear splitting note on the bagpipes. “Ah noh it sounds a wee bit odd but I won those Catfights ye noh! Aye, aye ah did, and I’ll sho ye ma badge of office,” she bellowed above the sound of the bagpipes and the beetle from Alpha Centauri, as she proudly, putting her hands on her hips, puffed out her huge scratched and scarred breasts.

She proceeded to reel off a litany of catfight matches, events and tournaments entered over the years and she recalled each and everyone. The beetle had fallen asleep in his soup, but he didn’t stay that way for long as the green prawns leaped out of the dish they were in and ran right across him. “AAAAAGGGGGHHH,” the beetle yelled; “AAAAAGGGGGHHH,” Alice yelled as she suddenly crashed into a hard floor. She rolled thrice, arms and legs and breasts flying, slapping the floor, until she rolled to a stop in front of a terrified looking little man in a white coat, who, for all the world, resembled a Hare, or a Rabbit, or Mr Jones. No, “scrub that last entry,” she said loudly.



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Appendix
(1) On Ilkla Mooar bah’t ’at (On Ilkly Moor without a hat)
(2) On Ilkla Mooar bah’t ‘at (Lyrics)
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Chapter II: The Garden of surprises.

The startled Professor White Rabbit shrieked and ran for it, brandishing his watch and shouting, “It’s time, it’s time. Eeeek! I’m late, I’m late; No time to say hello, goodbye, I’m late I’m late I’m late. I’ve done it, I’ve done it,” he gasped. “The Duchess WILL be pleased. I might get to keep my head now,” he said in the unfortunate belief that Alice’s appearance in his lab was somehow the result of his own wormhole experiment, as he began to sprint along the tunnel.

Alice sat up, legs akimbo and looked around her, at the glittering stone walls, as though they were studded with sequins and glitter. It was obviously a volcanic rock like Porphyry, which is a sort of purple igneous embedded with crystals that give rocks of different types a shiny and glittering appearance. Various ancient cultures prized certain types of this rock, especially a brownish feldspar rock with large crystals, made up of plagioclase minerals.

Her head was still spinning and fuzzy, but she then looked at herself to see what exactly had so frightened the professor, the shiny metal of a large machine against the cavern wall provided a convenient mirror. And my, she WAS a fright. Her normally beautifully arranged waist length jet black hair was spread wide across her tanned shoulders and seemed to be sticking out in all directions as though charged with static electricity, the ragged remnants of her shirt was stuck to a shoulder with the green slime which had squirted off one of the creatures in the worm hole, her face was dirty and scratched and even her prominent breasts had acquired a few more scratches on the way down. Her jeans were all but gone, apart from one half of a ragged leg; her legs were cut and bleeding. She felt like she had been in a Catfight.

“I’d close that if I were you. Before someone moves in,” a small weasely voice said from somewhere unseen.

“What?” she said, “Pardon?” she added.

“Granted said the weasely voice, and then chuckled.

“Close what?” she repeated, getting irritated.

“Ahem. Your, er, ******,” the voice chortled.

“Oh ****, yeah,” she said, moving her legs to straight in front of her. She checked that she was ok, and then stood up, her 6 foot tall muscular frame betraying her part time occupation as a body builder of considerable renown, or at least it was until she got into more and more increasingly violent Catfights and her gorgeous body suffered in those. But she loves to fight, the more violently the better.

She dropped her rags on the laboratory floor and began to stretch and flex her muscles, pumping out her 20 inch biceps, and expanding her trapezium muscles broadening her back and chest, her well developed pectoral muscles providing a solid bed of muscle for her solidly firm breasts to set upon. She made them dance as she flexed her pectorals; she reached down and patted her rock hard 8 pack abdominal muscles hard, then she shook her muscular legs out, thighs like tree trunks and calves like gnarled Shalalies (a tough, twisted tree root in Ireland used for walking sticks and fighting clubs).

Using her fingers, Alice smoothed her thick abundant jet-black hair, and then found a sink to wash the alien yeuch off of her and wash herself down generally. She inspected the various injuries gained while in the wormhole and wondered where the **** she was.

That professor in the white coat looked almost exactly like a white Hare or a white Rabbit, and thought immediately of Alice in Wonderland. “No!” she thought. “No way. Don’t tell me I’m going to find all those weird characters down here!” she said to herself, and then began to run slowly along the stone corridor the Professor had gone along.

Every few feet along the corridor there were wooden doors and in between the doors were metal cabinets, some contained high tech laboratory paraphernalia, while other’s contained what looked like body parts of unidentifiable animals, and some even had living specimens in including the impertinent weasel-like creature that was so rude to her earlier. He chortled with three of his friends who were in the case with him.

“Apologise, or I’ll eat you!” Alice shouted at him.

He and his friends cowered back. “I don’t taste too good.” He said visibly shaking, “but I don’t think it will put the Duchess off,” he said in a tremulous voice.

“Ok, ok, calm down, I won’t eat you,” she relented. “If you can tell me where the guy in the white coat went.

“Th, th, thr, thr, through the door into the Duchess’s garden,” he stammered.

“Yeah,” one of his companions cried out in a shrill voice.

“Which door?” Alice asked.

“Do, don, don’t worry, you will know,” all three said together.

Alice jogged along the corridor, her hair flying, as she observed the doors getting smaller and smaller the further she went, until they got to about 2 inches high. She stopped at this point. The diminishing doors continued, but they were obviously impossible to get through. She turned around and began to back track, but it looked different. The doors in this direction were also getting smaller and the tunnel looked a lot longer than she remembered it. She thought: “I’m going to have to start kicking doors in soon,” and began testing some with her feet. As a Martial Artist she would have no trouble kicking in these tiny doors, but even if she did that there was still no way she could get through one.

Alice paused, puzzled, hands on hips regarding the doors on one side of the corridor, then spinning round and checking them out behind her. They seemed to shrink every time she turned so she thought she had better open one of these doors while she could and she kicked at door after door until she could see something on the other side which looked like open space.

The odd thing about these doors is that they appeared to back onto a multidimensional universe because behind every door was a different world and some even looked out into deep space. She saw beautiful nebulas: - “Or should that be nebuli?” She thought. She still tripped over Grammar every now and then. There were even wild alien animals behind some of them; “Woah!” she expressed as she kicked one door in only to be confronted by a great nose of some snarling slavering alien animal. Behind yet another was a water world, the water held back, she assumed, by the same anti-gravitational force holding back outer space and which prevented her from being sucked out by the vacuum of space. “Wow! If I could take THAT technology home with me I’d get the Nobel Prize,” she said.

But the door she had kicked in and discovered a beautiful garden on the other side of it was only six inches high, why; even lying on her side she could barely see through it. She looked along the passage into the loveliest garden she ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; 'and even if my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, 'it would be of very little use without the rest of me.

At that point she stood up and there beside the door was a little three-legged table made of solid glass, with beautifully moulded Queen Anne legs, which, she could swear had not been there a few minutes ago. There seemed to be no nothing on it apart from two little bottles, which certainly were not there before, both of which were addressed to “Alice.” And around the neck of each bottle was a paper label, with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters. One also said, “Shrink” and the other said “Grow.” As it happened, she had actually read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland when she was a girl, so she fancied she knew what to do.

After considering whether or not someone in that crazy world was trying to bump her off or not with sneakily disguised bottles of poison she decided that “No, as she did not know anyone down there in the Underland of this alien planet it was highly unlikely.” So Alice ventured to taste the one which advised her to shrink, after all, how else was she to fit through that little door she had just kicked in. so she ventured to taste the contents, and finding it very nice she very soon finished it off.

‘What a curious feeling!' said Alice; 'I must be shutting up like a telescope.'
And so she was indeed: she was now only six inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden, so she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas when she got through the door, she found she had forgotten the other little bottle labelled “Grow,” and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery and she kept getting friction burns on her naked thighs and lips.

She did not like the idea of being just six inches high for the rest of her life and was so angry with herself she could have kicked herself. In fact she did so “OW ****!” she snapped as her foot caught her other shinbone and as she hopped on one foot she tripped over a small glass box containing what looked like cake. She crashed onto the ground amongst the oversized grass and flowers. While she was on the floor she read the label attached to the box “EAT ME” the neatly printed label said.

“What the ****,” she thought. “It can only make me grow, surely?” She held the cake in the palm of her right hand while she broke small pieces of with her left. Nothing! Nothing happened. She waited to see if she would grow…
No, - still nothing, so she ate the lot.

“Oooooohhhh, Aaagghhh. My stomach,” she complained as she felt pains in her insides like gastric flu or something. “Oh no. It’s that cake!” she said. “It’s poisoned,” she complained. She crouched on the floor as it felt more comfortable. Then she noticed her hands looked a lot bigger, they were growing! Pains in her bones ensued as her rate of growth increased; her **** bulged like firm cones as they also grew the deeply scratched claw marks also grew with them. She stood up as her rate of growth slowed down, her big firm pert breasts settled on her powerful pectoral muscles, her erect ******s sticking out like steel rivets.

“Hey! You!” a soldier in a smart well-ironed uniform, looking for all the world like a picture playing card, appeared from around the curve of the lethal carnivorous t***** shrubs holding a paint brush dripping with white paint: “How did you get in here?” he said looking at her erotic nakedness, his erection growing so rapidly it ripped through his underwear << RIIIPP!!! >> “Oh ****,” he groaned as he violently ejaculated. *** oozed through the material of his trousers and was soon dribbling down one leg. His violent ****** made his knees collapse and he was soon on both knees on the ground trying desperately to get his dick out.

Alice watched bemused. She knew she had this effect on both men and women in the past, but not as violently as this one. Pretty soon there was a pool of thick viscous sperm under his torso as his **** continued to pump out wave after wave of the stuff. It was so painful his balls and **** ached like ****, his big purple **** end had swelled to bursting point, it had stretched, it had lengthened, it was as thick as the man’s wrist and growing thicker, the slit was tight and squirted the *** hard. His legs were covered, the ground was covered and as it continued to spurt from his rigidly erect **** it spurted several feet across the garden. Alice dodged the line of trajectory several times.

“Have you seen a Mr. Hare? Or Mr. Rabbit come this way?” Alice asked the indisposed soldier. He glanced at her, her shapely body, big firm breasts covered in claw marks of many years of Catfights, her body builder’s frame, her lovely face; He just grunted as a fresh wave of ******* overtook him.

“There is, -- err’… a… big difference…(Groan!), between Mr Hare and Mr Rabbit,” the indisposed soldier groaned as he struggled to contain himself.

“Rabbit, I’m sure,” Alice decided.

“He, err – was wearing a long white coat!?” she added cautiously as she dodged another fat wad of *** as it just missed her and another hit something glittering in the bushes. He groaned as his **** neared critical proportions.

No, that was it, he could not help Alice any further Weakened by the whole embarrassing episode he collapsed onto his swollen balls and throbbing **** where they continued to convulse covering the ground and himself in the ever growing pool of ***.

Alice went to pick up the object under the shrub; it was Mr. Rabbit’s pocket watch! She wiped the blobs of viscous sperm off it.

Presently another soldier knave came around the corner carrying a paintbrush dripping red, and then she noticed they had been painting the carnivorous shrub’s flowers. The ejaculate-crippled soldier was painting the red flowers white while the other knave was painting them red. “What a pointless task,” Alice thought. She felt weird, elated after eating that small cake and wanted more. It made her feel strong, stronger than ever before for a super woman who could now dead lift 700 lbs and bench almost 600 lbs. She felt good.

She announced her achievement to the first ejaculating soldier and flexed her incredible biceps to emphasise this, but this news only made him *** more!
He loved the thought of powerful, sexy women. “OH GOD!” he groaned and in a final wave of *** and blood his **** exploded.

She knew that Mr. Rabbit was in some kind of danger and she felt the weird atmosphere of this subterranean garden telling her something was wrong, very wrong here as the bits of flesh from the soldier’s exploded ***** splattered the ground.

Most men and women when they saw her would either *** instantly, or begin ************ themselves, and this was the general effect as she strolled unhurriedly through the garden.

The second soldier fell into paroxysms of lust as this amazing woman approached him and his balls almost exploded as they went into overdrive; “AAAAAGGGHHH” he gasped. “AaaEEIIIIAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!! He yelled as he fell into the carnivorous bushes and their poisoned, t***** teeth tore through his flesh. “Haught, Pht!” One of them spat as this man’s still erect ***** was spat at Alice.

Disgusting plants,” she said feeling as though she wanted to go and destroy them. Especially as they appear to have uprooted themselves and were now heading directly for her. She felt extremely violent and vengeful and would kill anyone or anything that got in her way from now on.

“OMG. Why am I feeling so violent and so *****?” she asked herself. “Must be the cake,” she answered herself.

Just then the biggest of the plants grabbed her in its tendrils. The carnivorous plant looked like a full-grown woman. She had long red vines for hair and darker thin green leaves for eyebrows. Her eyes were some type of red buds that glowed. Her skin looked almost reptile-like because it was composed of light colored leaves with a thin membrane covering them. Her mouth was full of thorn-like fangs that seeped a strong digestive acid. Her nose was thin but she had high wooden cheekbones. The Plant woman was a humanoid like a super model drawn in green.

As Alice looked further down her body she sized up this vegetables threat level. The Plant woman looked back at Alice almost like she tried to copy her looks. She was incredibly humanoid looking for a plant. The green woman had a massively built body and looked like a female body builder.

Her huge fibrous limbs made her look like the biggest muscled ***** there ever was. Her whole body was covered in wispy cactus like spines. This made her look like it would be dangerous to come in contact with her. On her chest were two huge watermelon size breasts covered in tiny little fur that was actually needle like spines. Each of her huge **** were topped off with a flower bloom at the end to make up her ******s and areolas. Each of her ****** blooms seeped a sweet smelling poisonous sap.

Moving further down the well muscled body of the plant woman, Alice saw her crotch was composed of an adult Venus flytrap that formed her ******l area. This was completed with t***** teeth and a green fleshy nub for a ****. Her **** was a trigger to close the flytrap ******s mouth.

Still further down the Plant ******* body, her legs became trunk like with smooth bark skin solid build. Like the rest of her the branches were obviously used for bones. The feet were up rooted tendrils that formed crude finger like footpads. The fingernails were long thorns that were shiny and as sharp as a wild roses thorns.

The plant woman said nothing she just attacked with the mindless aggressive intent of a shark in a feeding frenzy. She quickly moved in on Alice with the intent of eating her. She lashed her strong heavily muscled like arms at Alice like a whip. She lost no time wrapping her t***** tendrils quickly around Alice’s body. Her spine like needles puncturing and scratching the Earth amazons skin as they progressed.

The right hand of tendril like fingers began to probe Alice’s private places. The plant woman forced her fingers then her fist up inside Alice. She was giving Alice’s ****** a bloody good shafting. The thorns from her fist pumped in–out–in- out-in-out-in-out of Alice’s ****** until she was cumming blood. The Plant ***** began to drool digestive fluid from her mouth at the sight of blood. An evil hissing sound could be heard from the Plant woman as Alice struggled with her.

Alice gushed bloody ******l fluid like there was no tomorrow. The plant woman had gotten Alice very excited. The Savage Earth amazon wanted to catfight this thing to the bitter end now she just hope the plant lasted long enough for her to enjoy the fight. The Plant ***** then began to punch her cervix. Little did this poor female plant know but Alice liked this exquisite pain, but she also liked to dish it out! The response was not what the Plant had been use to. Most of its victims either give up by now or had be so injured they die in its vines.

Alice’s massive muscles started flexing as she tightened her hands around this invading tendril arm. She began to pull and haul the plant woman reluctantly towards her. Slowly the two females locked up in a very intimate way. Alice dragged the plant woman towards her, its thorns lacerating her ****** as she did so.

“You wanted to fight you big green **** so let’s fight, you got me all excited now you vegetable ***** let’s do this” she shouted at the Plant Queen.

Alice drug her up closer to the point that the big green woman plant thing was face to face with her. It’s t***** arm still fisting Alice desperately trying to kill her. Bloody ******l fluid ran from Alice’s crotch as she Orgasmed. The Plant woman started to try and ensnare Alice. Un like all the other victims Alice fought back.

The Earth amazon slammed her forehead into the plant ******* face. T***** fang like teeth broke as the Plant woman’s head rocked back hard in a spray of green mucky blood. The nose and cheekbone cracked hard and the nose disappeared in a green bloody mush. Alice grabbed the Plant ******* red vine hair on both sides and savagely slammed another head butt into the nose and front cheekbone green blood splattered everywhere. The plant ***** staggered back as Alice kneed her square in the crotch crushing her open Venus flytrap.

Alice’s knee slammed hard on her green fleshy nub. The Earth amazons knee crushed her pedals breaking the teeth. Alice followed up with a left right cross punch slamming her fists into the green ******* breasts poisons sticky sap squirted out as Alice fist tore through the heavy plant tissue.

The plant woman backed up as Alice plunged her fist deep in the broken left watermelon sized ***. Alice ripped the plant woman’s breast to shreds as she tore it from the green woman’s chest. Green gore covered Alice and the ground as the plant woman started to retreat to the hedge.

Alice rushed forward and jumped up spinning in the air as her foot slammed into the face of the green ***** green flesh crushed and burst. An eerie wail emanated from the plant. Alice then changed her attack to Dragon style Kung Fu. Several savage attacks completely tore her foe apart. She ripped off its grasping thick tendril like arms. Then she tore the plant woman’s second breast from her chest as she crushed wooden ribcage. Alice hit the plant woman so hard her own flesh was torn and shredded by the thorns.

However for Alice the effects of the growth cake she had eaten seemed to be still working. It began to heal her wounds in double quick time. The remaining mobile t***** carnivorous shrubs and plant people started to back off taking their fallen Plant Queen with them as they ate her.

Alice spots Mr Rabbit in the distance heading towards the cookhouse on the edge of the garden. There was smoke billowing out of the chimney, a smoggy steam flowing out of the doors and windows and the noise inside of people garrulously talking / shouting / arguing at the tops of their voices punctuated by sneezing and a babies cry.

“What the **** is happening in there?” Alice thought and headed directly for the cookhouse.

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Chapter III: A Little Unpleasantness, then an Ally.

Alice banged on the door of the Cookhouse and hollered some, but answer came there none, but bad tempered screaming and yelling between two women, the sound of clattering pans punctuated by violent sneezes as far too much pepper hung in the air. More steam billowed out, more arguing billowed out. Alice had waited long enough, she stood back and kicked the kitchen door in and entered the hot steamy kitchen as the door flew backwards and KO’d the cook who was standing behind the door. “God, the ugly sow looks like a pig!” Alice observed.

Alice looks magnificent in her nude state; her carefully crafted and sculpted body builders, form tingling with anger and anticipation for the fight she sensed hung in the air and sees across the steamy smoky kitchen, the Duchess, her stylish but scant ducal costume of heavy red velvets, ermine and silk, cut to skilfully hint at showing her regal ‘chest endowments,’ white alabaster skin contrasting with her bare, voluptuous flesh. Alice tells her to put the child down, sounding it as more of an Order than a request. As she began nursing the child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at the end of every line, the Cook lays KO'd behind the door, the pig runs away squealing, the baby is yelling. The Duchess looks at Alice with distain and deliberately ignores her:

“Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.”

CHORUS.

(In which the baby joined as it was soundly slapped): —

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so that Alice could hardly hear the words: —

“I speak severely to my boy, I beat him when he sneezes; For he can thoroughly enjoy The pepper when he pleases!” CHORUS. “Achoo! Achoo! Achoooooooooo!!!”
Alice was plotting in her head to get the child away from that situation. The nearly nude Duchess has to put it down sooner or later. Alice tells her to hand the baby over or else she will rip her **** off.

“Here! You may nurse it a bit, if you like!” the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. “I must go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen,” she said and threw a frying pan after her, which just missed her as she sidestepped it.

The heavy steel pan clattered to the floor and skidded along it and Alice put the baby down and faced the imposing Duchess. Seeing Alice nude the Duchess mops her sweating brow in the 100-degree temp. As they psyche up to fight each other, both women sweating to beat the band. Alice is warmed up as she waits to see what the Duchess is going to do

The Duchesses overdeveloped physique is glistening and shining with the warm steam, she could be slippery to grasp. Alice is sweating, she asks the Duchess what she intends to do with the child as she flexes her arms, tensing them and flexing her breasts while keeping a careful eye on her.

Alice glances around the shabby, steamy, pepper filled kitchen at the paraphernalia for cooking the child, to be presented at the Duchess's Tea Party in front of the Queen of Hearts. NOW her reason for being there brings things into sharper focus. Instead of a tea party, she was planning to gather her troops to help the Queen of Hearts to beat the forces of the White Queen. (So, the term tea party actually means a council of war). Part of their ritual is to sacrifice and eat a child. Alice suddenly sees a sense of purpose, realising she is to free the people from tyrants. The whole thing is now dark and threatening and sees that a confrontation with the Duchess is inevitable.

Alice is ‘wet’ and ready and the Duchess can see Alice lathered down her legs
Holding out her hand for the child; her response is: “Come and take it, *****.”
Alice comes to her and considers whether she should grab the child and savagely knee her in her open vulva.

The Duchess is nude apart from her headdress, open robe and silks
Alice demands the ***** “undress,” and she merely drops her robe to the floor, her head dress remains on, its tied ends falling around her shoulders like something tied into her hair. Alice considers pulling her headdress off and meanwhile decides that she can wear it while she plots to make her climax as she rips her apart. As a woman used to heading her troops the Duchess is a trained fighter and relishes her imminent battle with this big raven haired ***** who has just knocked out her cook, who, by the way, was in the process of turning out batches of the growth cake which are given to the troops to increase their size and healing abilities making them virtually invincible.

Alice places the child on the table to keep it safe. She rubs out her mound and fluffs her hair. The child is crying lustily, which has an effect on the women’s breasts as the maternal instinct causes a tingling sensation as milk production is stimulated and they swell. Alice does her best to ignore it; she circles the Duchess as she watches her and lashes out at Alice’s tingling right breast grabbing onto her swollen mammary with her claws. Alice upper cuts her left breast lifting it on her chest with a twist of her knuckles.

The Duchess lets go of Alice’s breast. Alice tells her “don't back away I was enjoying that,” then she kicked her between the legs hard, lifting her slightly off the floor smacking her **** hard and crushing it into her pubic bone. The Duchess groans in pain as her cook races at Alice grabbing her from behind. Alice smacks her head back in her nose breaking it then hip tosses her onto the Duchess.

The Duchess pushes her off of her, the cook rolls to the floor and the Duchess springs at Alice and Alice leaps to catch her around the waist in a leg scissors and rolls to the floor, her nails dug in her breasts clawing bloody furrows.
The Duchess screams as she grabs Alice’s scarred ******s and twists them.
Alice feels her nails sink deep into her breasts around her maternally swollen areolas as she pulls them in different directions and twists them both in a death grip. “Filthy *****! I have ruined many breasts in my day killing little cunts like you!” she screams above the yelling of the sacrificial child.

Alice smiles as blood runs down her fingers. She savagely rip a open bloody gash through the Duchess’s ******, then starts to punch her in the face and nose with all her strength, bashing her head and ugly face into a swelling mess as she struggles to breath. The Duchess gasps as Alice breaks the hold and rolls to the side, getting to her feet. The Duchess gasps, gulping air.

As she gets up, her cook charges Alice from the side this time, grunting and snorting like a pig, and Alice grabs her by her stout ******s and pulls her around to swing her into the fire where she lands in the fire place.

There is a scream and a stench of burning flesh as the Duchess swings a fist and hits Alice in the right eye and cheek. Alice, quick as a flash, elbows her across the jaw clamping her mouth on the Duchesses generous left ****** and bites down tearing through her tissues, then spits her areola and ******, with a few veins, into her face. The shrieking, screaming and squealing from the Porcine cook in the fire is horrifying…

The Duchess wails in terror and kicks Alice in the stomach as she turns to back thump against her hard tight abs. Alice kicks the Duchess in the **** hard, lifting her again off her feet. She buckled to the floor holding her crotch and bloody breast in hand. Shoving her to the floor face first on her breasts, Alice reached down to grab her ankles to spread her legs wide.

Lifting her off the floor, Alice wrapped her arms around her waist in a bear hug with her head between her legs as she bites down on the Duchesses ****. The Duchess screams as Alice pile drives her into the floor knocking her out, biting her **** off as she does so. Blood gushes over Alice’s face and breasts as the cook burns in the fire. The Duchess lies between Alice’s legs. Alice spits her bloody **** out on her belly. The Duchess is out cold and her cook is dead -- there is bound to be trouble as the stench of burning flesh fills the air.

Alice heals ‘good’ but scars on her breasts from the Duchesses nails are still a sore and bleeding mass. With the baby still yelling she tries medications she has found, but they don’t work. She spots a sack full of growth cake. Suspecting the growth properties equate healing properties, she breaks off a small pinch between finger and thumb. “Well, here goes.” Alice said to herself and swallowed the growth cake crumb.

But she doesn’t have time to observe any changes; a group of vigilant guards suddenly show up. As the female guards rush her she grabs a big bag of growth cake and tries to make a break for it

The Duchess is awake and screaming at the guards about Alice biting her ******s off, she covers her bleeding chest with her hands and yells incoherently about Alice tearing e her ****** off and biting off her ****. Alice shouts that it is proof that she is the better woman.

As the guards jump her near the windows overlooking the great garden she elbows the first guard under the chin and kicks the back of her legs out from under her as she spin kicks the third one into the wall. The guard rolls Sara along the wall, squashing her big **** against it and after dragging her breasts along the wall. Leaving runs of blood on it from heavily grazed flesh; she clamps a pair of metal cuffs on her wrists. It seemed like a good move, but it proved not to be; she slams the one in front with her hand cuffs as she spins around her head and breaks her neck the first one gets up as Alice stomps down on her chest.

The second guard tackles her from the side, but Alice head butts her in the face breaking her nose as she kicks her in the chest. The one guard she didn’t see whacks her on the noggin hard with a mace: >>WACK<<. Alice slides to the floor out cold only to wake up in a jail cell wrapped in chains to be led before the Queen for execution.

Alice knows how to fix her injuries, but her stolen sack of Growth cake is gone. A shimmering, growing light by the door gradually appears, then a big grin appears, as the rest of the lithe girl comes into view Alice sees it is a Cat-like creature. In her long taloned paw-like hands she clutches a bag of growth cake, which reappears last.

“Oh you lifesaver,” Alice gratefully acknowledged.
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought: ‘still it had VERY long claws and a great many teeth,’ so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect. The cat-like girl was about 5’4” tall, naked apart from downy silver gray body hair covering a muscular though wiry catlike body with nice full breasts.

“Cheshire Puss,” she began, not knowing what to call it: however, it grinned a little wider. “Come, it's pleased so far,” thought Alice, and she went on. “Is that bag of growth cake for me?” Alice asked. Cat left the bag on the floor and stepped back from it. Alice felt despondent, thinking her new friend was cruel, unfriendly or stupid. As it turned out beautiful Cat was neither. She opened the bag and breaking off a hunk of cake put it in Alice’s mouth. “Whoa, not so much” Alice mumbled through her over large mouth full of cake. “God knows what this much growth cake will do to me,” Alice said as she swallowed the strange tasting dry cake.

Cat looked alarmed and stepped back still clutching the bag. Alice felt a growing nausea, her vision began to phase in and out, and she felt hot and clammy, like she had a fever. Not wanting to frighten her new friend off so she spoke to her: “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” she said conversationally though feeling nauseous and feverish.

“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat, much to Alice’s surprise. Thinking this hallucination was part of her symptoms she answered, “I don't much care where —.”

“Then it doesn't matter which way you go,” said Cat.

“ — so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.

“Oh, you're sure to do that,” said Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. “What sort of people live around here?”

“In THAT direction,” said Cat, waving her right paw round, “lives a Hatter: and in THAT direction,” waving her other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad. MAD!”

“But I don't want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.

“Oh, you can't help that,” said the Cat: “We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad….”

“How do you know I'm mad?” said Alice.

“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn't have come here.”

Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on “And how do you know that you're mad?”

“To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog's not mad. 'You see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. - Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.”

“I’d call it purring, not growling,” said Alice.

“Call it what you like,” said the Cat. “Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?”

“I haven't been invited yet,” said Alice.

“You'll see me there,” said Cat. “In fact: You’ll need me there!” Cat said then vanished

Just then the fish faced guards were back.
‘You’re coming with us,’ they said and unchaining her from the wall began to march her out of the cell festooned in the heavy chains.

‘I’m here to play Croquet with the Queen,’ Alice protested.

“Oh ho! Is that so?” a guard asked as she pushed her to walk along the path.

Alice squinted at her through her drunkenly blurred vision. She groaned as cramps began to surge through her muscles, the guard behind her hit her with her rifle butt.

“Hey!” Alice snapped at the strapping female guard and was immediately stopped in her tracks by a wave of muscular cramp.

“Croquet?” laughed the guard. “You are going for trail by the queen, then she’s gonna execute you by lopping your head off if you are lucky!” said the guard.

“And if I’m unlucky?” Alice asked.

“You haven’t seen our magnificent Queen,” the guard said. “Looking at your body she might want to Catfight you to the death,” she informed her.

Alice felt her chains tighten and begin to dig into her flesh. She felt her breasts expanding and her ***** lips growing hot with engorgement. “If she touches me I’ll tear her apart,” said Alice.

The guards laughed. “Our magnificent Queen has NEVER lost a fight. She makes the whole kingdom watch as a lesson to them all. It makes everyone ***, but my God, she’ll dye the ground with your blood,” she laughed.

“By-the-bye, what became of the baby?” said the Cat. “I'd nearly forgotten to ask,” as she suddenly reappeared on a tree beside the track.

“The guards took it so the queen can sacrifice it,” Alice quietly said, just as if Cat had come back in a natural way.

“I thought they would,” said the Cat, and vanished again.

As she said this, she looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree. “You’ll see why I gave you so much cake in a moment,” she grinned.

“Poisoned me,” replied Alice; “And I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and disappearing so suddenly, you make me giddy.”

“What?” said a guard and shoved her forwards with her rifle butt.

“All right,” said Cat; and this time vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of her tail, and ending with her big grin, which remained some time after the rest of her had gone.

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[h=Chapter IV: The Red Queen Tries Alice]1[/h]
Alice was brought into the garden crowded with card-uniformed troops on her right and courtiers in ranks throughout the garden; the carnivorous plants she had seen earlier framed the borders. The hubbub from the crowd culminated in a roar demanding she be thrown to her knees in front of a raised golden throne with a magnificent pale skinned long haired muscular blonde sitting on it in a costume which she could only describe as ******* wear which covered most of her body apart from her breasts and genital area.

Alice was not going to submit to this ***** and she struggled to get off the floor and stand.

“Get down on your knees to me your Queen you little *****!” the Queen demanded, “or I’ll just lop your head off where you stand,” she added threateningly.

“I have the right to fight you,” said Alice.

“ONLY IF I ALLOW IT,” the Queen roared. “AND IT IS TO THE DEATH,” she continued. “AND I ALWAYS WIN!” she roared.

“Not today you stuck-up bimbo!” Alice said her low voice was loaded with threat.

Alice felt a curious buzzing sensation in her skin. It then began to burn and get hotter and hotter and within seconds she was boiling hot perspiring heavily, “sweating to beat the band,” as she usually says. The Dizziness she had now come to expect from eating the growth cakes but this seemed stronger than before. She only hoped that growth cake effects were not cumulative, she did not want to be stuck at whatever height she was destined to be within the next few minutes.

Pain began to sear and rip through her bones as they literally expanded and grew. Her sinews and dense muscle mass would have torn if it wasn’t for the fact she was growing at an even rate. The healing effects of this cake were truly remarkable, for as the tissues were broken down by the forced growth, they regenerated as well.

Her soft tissues grew accordingly, she groaned pitifully at the pain. Then she began to scream as it engulfed her. She fell to her hands and knees on the floor with a loud >>THUD<< sound. The added sounds of the *****ing and clanking of her chains as they also hit the floor. Her huge breasts swung gently as she paused on all fours, like an animal awaiting its fate. Her long black hair hung down off her bowed head and acted like a curtain to the horrific growth occurring to Alice’s body.

The Queen felt supremely gratified to see this troublesome ***** brought down to her knees. By what malady she knew not, but being well aware of the growth cakes effects on people, which she had personally commissioned to be developed for her troops. The cakes were made to give them extra height, weight, bulk, power and incredible strength. She had to think fast, because if she was right Alice would, in just a few more minutes be an unstoppable juggernaut with the strength of 20 giant men.

“That’s it you disgusting peasant, you foul freak. Kneel before me, your queen and superior being,” she found herself inexplicably shouting. She felt odd, angry and vengeful, then like Alice her bones and skin began to burn and as her sinews volubly cracked. She let out an almighty wail of pain but quickly turned it into an aggressive roar and bellowed out her intentions to Alice just as Alice’s chains violently burst and shattered like glass into a thousand fragments.

The Queens deepening voice roared through the cavernous palace. Her dooming roar echoed the crystalline colonnades making them literally ringing to the sound. Alice also roared as she stood up to the fullness of her new height of 30 feet, tossing the last of the chains she had burst through across the floor of the crystal cave.

The high lighting, hundreds of feet above her head in the cave’s canopy, burned down in the scene below like the sun. It’s purpose, after all, was not only to provide light but to provide the heat and quality of light equivalent to the sun and around the cavern. The verdant grass, flowers and other plants prospered from the mini suns lower level of light.

Alice was given the growth cake by her elemental, the Cheshire cat, so as this growth effect would wear off within the hour she figured she had better act quickly to do what she had to do. She wanted to fight the Queen of Hearts to the death. Alice stretched out her normally athletic but aesthetically pleasing body builders’ shapely figure.

The Queen of hearts was mere seconds behind her as her leather ******* style queenly attire torn asunder and ripped into a thousand shreds as her magnificent sculpted body emerged from the wreckage of the chrysalis of her costume, which now littered the floor; her naked body almost glowed in its magnificence.

She stood on legs braced to support her, ready to spring into action; her 8 pack torso glinted in the light as it quivered as she flexed it to make sure that it had not been weakened by the growth hormone. Her powerful thighs, sculpted like igneous granite columns framed her flat mound area, her ***** lips prominent, her ******** showing like a very small *****. She flexed her muscles and yelled out her challenge to Alice.

The Red Queen, the Queen of Hearts transformation was thus:

Height: 6’1”feet increased to 30.41’
Weight: 182lbs increased to 910lbs
Bust: 50” increased to 250” (20.83’)
Waist: 30” increased to 150” (12.5’)
Hips 38” increased to 190” (15.83)


Alice’s measurements:

6 feet increased to 30 foot
175lbs increased to 875lbs
48 GG bust increased to 240” MMM
27” waist Increased to 135”
35” hips increased to 175”

Alice had been able to dead lift near 700lbs, with her size increase X 5 = 3500lbs X 4 = because of exponential strength increase due to muscle mass increase = 14,000 lbs / by 2000lbs = 7 tons.

Snarling with unbridled aggression at the sight of the transformed Queen before her, Alice accepted the challenge and began to flex her own body. She started rubbing down her muscles, glaring from the corners of her eyes as she appraised the giant naked Queen.

“Let’s do this *****!” Alice thundered at the Queen of Hearts. Her body was warmed up she felt the excitement lather between her thighs. The giant amazon Alice and the Queen circled each other to fight to the death. The soldiers and the rest of the Queens court ran for their lives afraid of being crushed in the battle.

The Queen reached for her sceptre to fight Alice, but forgot that to her it was the size of a dull toothpick. She became more infuriated screaming “Off with her head!” to the court. Standing 30 feet tall none of her court wanted to take on the responsibility of fighting a 30-foot tall Alice.

Alice clinched her fists ready to fight. The Queen had fought many women several times in the past to defend her crown. She had killed them all usually being normal size, and also being able to use her weapons (i.e.; her sceptre or a sword) to fight with.
It had been a long while since she had fought a woman nude with her bare hands to the death. She had almost forgotten what it was like to go body to body with a woman to the death.

The Queen snarled and threw a punch missing Alice’s face. Then she followed up with an upper cut to her rivals left breast. Which to her sounded like a heavy >>SMACK<< but to everyone below them sounded like a meaty loud thunder clap >>BOOM<<.

Alice winced then struck back hard and fast twice left cross in the Queens cheek then a right upper cut, her knuckles ranked across the Queens left ******.

The Queen wailed in pain as Alice took a small step back yanking the Queens ******s with a twist as she kneed her between the breasts hitting her breast bone. The Queen gasped and coughed for air as she backed up from the blows.

Alice circled the Queen letting her get her breath. The Queen leaped at Alice jumping on her. She quickly wrapped her thighs around Alice’s waist and locked her ankles as she squeezed tight. Alice tightened her abs as the Queen grabbed her breasts with her claws and dug in. The Queen smiled pleased with herself “I have you dog beg for your life I might kill you swiftly!”

Alice grabbed the Queen by both sides of her head and slammed a head butt into her face. Alice’s head slammed into the Queens nose hitting her hard >>WHAM<<. The hit brought a gush of blood instantly from the Queen of Hearts nose. The Queen let go of her hold and dropped to the floor of the Crystal cavern and scrambled to her feet. Alice stood ready to fight as the Queen got up her front splattered in blood from her nose. However the Queens nose was not bleeding now.

Alice found that to be curious and remembered that the cakes not only increased the size of a person but also allowed them to heal as well. It suddenly became very clear this fight was going to be tougher than a regular catfight. On the other hand this could get very exciting for her, she though.

The Queen wiped her face off as she faced Alice. “Off with your head! Of with your filthy head you little *****!” the Queen shouted red in the face. Alice gave her the motion to come on and fight as she raised her fists. The Queen raised her fists and came in swinging hard. Alice stood toe to toe with the queen trading punches like a professional boxers. Within a matter of minutes, cuts and savage rips in their breasts and their faces started to appear and bleed. Blood covered both women’s faces and torsos.

Alice’s crotch and thighs lathered profusely running down her inner legs. Three minutes pasted by the Queen getting the worse of the boxing match for every hit she landed Alice landed two hits. Her breasts swayed and swelled on her chest as blood flung in bloody spurts from tears in her breasts. Alice’s left eye swelled and her nose was broken then healed almost as fast as the blood poured. Alice cross-punched the Queen's lefts eye and tearing it out of her face.

The Queen of Hearts wailed in terror as her eye was ripped from the socket. Alice dove on her knocking her to the grassy ground. She mouthed the Queens left ****** chomping and tearing her ****** off in a bloody gush. The Queen wailed in agony as the breast ****** regenerated Alice spit the tore off ****** in her face.

The Queen not to be out done uses her sharp nails to rip open a brutal fissure in Alice’s right breast tearing a bloody down Alice’s breasts. She violent dug her fingers in the gash tearing it open wider. She pulled out some of the tissue and milk ducts in a bloody mess from Alice’s right breast.

Alice pulled back a step as the Queen’s hand pulled some of the insides of her breast out. She smiles a bloody smile dropping them on the ground. Alice screamed in hellish agony the Queen kicked her in the **** and brought Alice to her knees. Alice punched up striking the Queen with a hard upper cut bashing her vulva crushing her lips into her pubic bone. The Queen buckled at the knees as Alice slammed several brutal elbows across her face and breasts.

The Queen of hearts fell back as Alice crawled up on her body. The Queens knees are bent under her butt as Alice rams here crotch savagely into the Queens *****. Several ramming hits shook the Queen with bone jarring effect. The wet splats of their crotches slamming into each other as their clits are crushed together in a violent manner. Embarrassed at her situation the Queen screams out and digs her claw into Alice’s huge breasts.

“You filthy little **** how dare you! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD I will tear your head off you Filthy Dog - Peasant!” she howled at the top of her lungs. Blood started to gush as crotches bled raw bone smacked together as Alice used her crotch as a weapon to tear the Queens ***** up. Alice shuttered a small ****** as bloody ******l fluid covered them both.

The Queen savagely and desperately tore at her foes left breast splitting the ****** and tearing out milk ducts and tubules. Alice wailed in agony but never turned from the fight. This terrified the Queen because she had never seen a woman become so savage while being in pain. Panic set in as the Queen’s attempts to beat Alice failed. The woman had already gone farther than any for the women she had ever fought.

>>SNAP! << The Queen felt her pubic bone break. Fire shot through her lower back and private areas then up her spine as Alice pounded her neither area like a prizefighter. Her bones heal and >>SNAP! << Again >>SNAP! << Again Alice would not let up. Desperately the Queen tore Alice’s left breast off and hit her in the face hard to knock her off.

Alice rolled to the side as her breast re grew in its place her vulva regenerated this took a minute but she got to her feet to face the Queen ****. Meanwhile the Queen rolled around in agony holding her crotch and peeing herself at the amount of pain she was in re-growing her ******. She had never felt this type of agony not even during sex. This made her mad and terrified at the same time. This woman was not like others she was a fighter.

The Queen turned around to see where Alice was. Ten yards away, which was ten feet for them Alice stood ready to fight, covered in blood from head to toe fully recovered. The Queen realized her plan was backfiring in her face. Until the effects of the cake wore off she could not kill Alice. So she decided to scheme she would fight her then use her killing moves at the end.

But wasn’t that the way most death matches would go? Alice swept right her foot back and got ready for the Queen as she stood up. Now that she fully recovered Alice lathered again at the sight of her bloodied foes body. The Queen huffed “You think you have won this fight but you haven’t I have killed many women in brutal combat. I will kill you here as well you feeble little dog!” she said with her hands on her hips.

Alice shrugged she knew what she could do. Her skills ranked her as the best on Earth and she would fight this **** to the bitter end. The Queen realized that her taunts didn’t work. This made her angrier.

She bent over like a bull or sumo wrestler ready to charge. Alice prepared herself her foot swept back in a T stance as she slightly bent her knees ready for her attacker. She raised her hands ready for the coming charge. The Queen rushed hard at Alice. She expected the kick or knee to hit her in the stomach as she rammed Alice and tackled her to the ground. Alice changed her strategy at the last second.

The Queen charged her arms rose as she leaped at Alice. Alice spun in a reverse spin turning to her right in a spin she performed a reverse wheelie kick as she jumped up and turning slammed her knee down hard between the Queens shoulder blades pounding her spine. The Queen gasps in pain as her legs collapse under her.

Her face and chest plough the ground as she lands hard. The Queen of Hearts tried to move but her legs didn’t want to work. Alice got to her feet to face her adversary. The Queen slowly got to her feet swearing at her now hated foe. “You little filthy dog; you vermin; you filthy ***** of Oysters; Do you know who I am? In Underland I am a Goddess you little ****!” she screamed her face redder than a beat. She started to continue, “You could neve...” Alice grabbed the Queen by her arm that she had out stretched pointing her finger at her.

The 30 foot amazon yanked the queen over head and slammed her to the ground in rapid succession several times back and forth on the ground before stomping hard on her head a horrific crushing blow. >> WHAM -THOOM - THOOM – BOOM – WHAM – CRUNCH << shook the ground. The Queen’s body shakes and quivers as it pees and defecates in the crater where she is laying her body slowly regenerating.

Alice looks down at her “Tiny Goddess” she bends down and grips the Queen’s ankles as she spreads her legs. A minute later the Queens face that had been covered in brain matter and blood reformed as she gave a hellish scream of agony. The sound chilled everyone one in ear shy of her hellish wail. The Queen looked up as Alice turned her on her front breasts down and savagely kicked her repeatedly in her royal *****.

She tried to cover her womanhood but got kicked in her hand for the effort to protect herself. This was only part of the torture as Alice kicked her in the neither area of her female parts she drug her on her breasts around the garden. This gave the Queen one of two options if she could stay conscious.

She could either she could protect her crotch from her attacker which would get her hands broken or she could walk on her hands and protect her breasts from being ground off her chest and ruined as a woman. Either way this Alice was proving to be more than a match in her choice of attacks for her. The Queen knew their time was running out the healing time was taking longer which meant the Cakes effects were starting to run out.

Alice savagely broke the Queens pubic bone with a brutal snap kick. Fire shot up her leg she had kicked the Queen so much she broke her foot as well as the Queens pubic bone again. The Queen wailed in agony as shards of bone were shoving deep in her uterus making a huge slosh of blood gush from her ******.

Alice quickly changed plans and holding on the queen’s ankles she jumped between her leg and landed her butt on the small of the Queens back with all her weight >>SNAP – CRUNCH<< the Queen Screamed again in agony. Alice rolled off to the side as the Queen tried to move again but couldn’t. Moments later the agony of her spine reforming in her lower back sent new waves of pain to her head.

Determined not to lose she tried to scramble to her feet “Time to die Oyster *****!” she screamed and ran at Alice fists swinging. Alice let the hits come as the Queen boxed her, she slashed her nails deep in into the Queen **** gouging them open as she tore chucks out of the huge breasts.

Blood, milk ducts, veins, tubules and ripped off ******s covered the bloody grounds. The Queen of hearts sobbed as her breasts were ripped to shreds on her chest and were starting to re-grow much slower. Alice felt the first sense that her time was running out. She thought to herself (I have to finish this ***** off now)

The Queen felt the strange feeling of being diminished or shrinking. She smiled through blood broken teeth and swelling eyes at Alice’s cuts on her face. “Now I kill you little *****!” she tried to punch Alice but instead saw stars as Alice’s fist came back from her face then the lights went black as she was knocked out.

Alice’s fist bashed the Queens face in from an Iron Fist Punch blood and the Queen’s brains squished out as Alice savagely kneed her in the crotch and clothes lined her foe to the ground. Alice felt the slow shrinking of her size as the Queen laid almost dead in a limbo stated as her body slowly re- healed the new wounds.

Alice had reached her normal size and fully healed back all of her damage as the Queens body finally re-healed as well she was still out cold. The Queens size finished shrinking down to her normal size right as she started to come too. Both huge women were a bloody coat of crimson and gore. Alice stood over the Queen as she came too.

“Round 3 *****!” she said as she stepped between the Queen of Hearts spread legs and cross-straddled her foe. Alice quickly twisted her rival over on her belly and sunk her claws into the Red *****’s thighs and yanked her up. The Queen was unsure about what was happening to her as she felt her womanhood collide with Alice’s crotch. Several savage thrusting humps and slams happened. The Queen felt the agony of what felt like steel stakes shoved into her outer leg muscles holding her face down. Her breasts were being smashing into the ground while her crotch was being bashed without mercy by Alice’s crotch.

The slams came faster and harder as she felt her pubic bone crack yet again. She reeled in agony again as Alice step back adding to the pressure on her spine. Alice stepped on the Queens right breast crushing it into the bloody ground as her other footsteps back between her shoulder blades. The Queen screams in agonized terror she has never been in this much pain. Alice jumps up and drops her full weight back.

>>SNAP<< (pubic bone) >>CRUNCH<< middle of the back her spine breaks. The Queen wails in Hellish agony for her last time as fiery pain sears up the rest of her spine to her head setting in to mind blasting agony. Her wailing screams are so hellish that the rest of her troops flee in terror most that watch get sick as they see the real end of their Queen of Hearts come to a gory bloody end.

Alice releases the ankle lock part of the dirty Boston Crab catfight hold. The Queen’s legs and lower body flop on the ground in the blood and grass. She tries to move but can’t. The Queen lifts her bloody torso out of the crimson mud and drags herself out of the red mud impact crater from the fight.

Alice spreads the Queens legs and thrust punches deep in her spread open vulva. The ***** rip around her powerful forearm as they try to stretch but fail. The Queen feels some sensation of pain as she screams in agony again. Alice lifts her up on her left arm the Queens legs spread as Alice has her fist in the Queens uterus. Alice grabs the queen’s hair and yanks back as she lifts her off the ground.

“You can’t kill me, one of my servants will feed me cake and I will come back stronger than ever. I’ll kill you and your group of Oysters and your friends. You’ll wish you had never crossed my path you” she didn’t finish as Alice slams her face first in the blood filled crater.

Alice stands on the undersides of the Queens huge **** for leverage as she pulls on the inside of her foes body. Savagely she yanks her left fist back several times finally ripping out the Queen of Hearts uterus. She tore it free and tossed it on the ground near the Queens hedges. T***** vines reach out and grab the organ sucking it in and eating it. Alice then tore out her ovaries doing the same. The hedges sucked in the organ eating it.

Blood poured out of her ruined ****** as Alice turned the Queen over in a setting position. “Oh my! Queen you are going pale, hang on ***** your almost finished.” Alice remarked as she straddled the Queens right shoulder resting her lathering ***** folds on the bloody skin. Alice reached under the Queens left breast in a death hold and sunk her claws in deep cutting the soft tissue. She then pulled it up with all her strength. –

Much to Alice’s surprise the mammary gland tore free with little effort for her. Either the queen’s breasts were weak or she was still very strong. Blood gushed as tissue ripped free and she gasped a silent scream of defeated ruin. Alice tossed the ripped breast into the hedges again, then tore the right breast from the Queens chest with similar results the hedges snapped up the bloody *** like a dog hungry for table scraps.

The Queen passed out Alice screamed at her “Not yet, ***** we’re not done yet.” She yelled at the quickly fading Queen. Alice quickly changed positions placing the breast less Queen into a setting surfboard hold. Gripping the queens thick but limp wrists Alice stomps her foot down. Shoving her foot between the Queens shoulder blades she yanks the well-muscled arms back with all her strength as she pressed down with her foot.

The last reserves of the Queens strength fade away. The few members of her court, those are faithful to the Queen watch in horror as their queen is brutally defeated. >>CRUNCH – POP<< the arms and shoulders fold back as the Queens Head slumps forward. Alice grabs the Queens head and yanks it back by her hair in a tight grip between her hands.

One of the faithful followers shouts out to another court member “Quick get some cake to feed the Queen it will bring her back to life!” shouted one of the court servants a 10 of Spades card ran for the castle. >>SNAP – CRUNCH – RIP<< the body falls to the ground as Alice tears the head from the Queen of Hearts body. The head and spine tore free from the body. Alice smashed the head on the ground stomping on it.

“Off with her head!” Alice shouted to them as she stomped again on the head crushing it to mush. She tossed the remains to the hedges. T***** vines tore the corps apart eating and devouring the last parts of the Queens body. The Queens followers stood mouths agape. Shell shocked and horrified expressions filled their faces.
Their Queen was dead. What made matters worse was when the garden hedges burped and spit out the broken and chewed up bones of the Queen of Hearts in a pile of broken pieces.

Alice bent down and picked up the broken necklace of the Queen and pulled out a piece of cake and ate it. “Whose next, you little *****'s?” at that point they all ran away fleeing for their lives.

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Chapter V: Party at a Madhouse.

Alice’s attractive new friend, Cat, perched on a bough of a tree gradually faded into view, her grin broader than ever.

“So which way to the Mad Hatter did you say?” Alice asked keen to seek rest and find someone who did not want to fight her.

Bloodied, covered in *** and sweat she followed the direction Cat was pointing. She realised that little more than healing would happen this time from the crumb of cake she had taken, so Alice left the Queen of Hearts cavernous maze that was her hedge garden of blood tarts.

Reasonably confident that she was not going to grow appreciably she left the virtually deserted scene of bloody carnage, which was fine by her. No matter how mad the hatter was reputed to be she needed rest.

The cavern was carpeted with forest like plants as she followed Cat into a shaded, wooded glen, giant forest plants which smelt of wild garlic and Willow herb, began to diminish as the forest grew darker. A darkly scented dampness in the air bathed her torn and bruised body and she heard running water like a nearby stream, which seemed to be heading in her direction.

“Water usually leads towards civilisation,” thought Alice and she followed the friendly trickling sound. But a not so friendly sound she heard in the distance crashing through some dark trees. Black vulture-like night birds hopped along the dank floor and regarded her and with alarming squawks, headed back into the wood. ‘But,’ Alice reasoned, these hideous birds could not be responsible for the heavy crashing sounds and splintering trees, the beast sounded massive. The sound of heavy beastly breathing was heard wiffling through the tulgey wood, and burbled as it came!

After walking the long trail through the giant cavernous woods with their giant plants tired, hungry and needing rest she spotted a reed thatched cottage in the distance, smoke curling out of its chimneys. “Where does the smoke go into this cave?” she thought. “Oh, never mind,” she told herself as she limped down the twisting path. Upon the wooden gate a curious sign:

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird,
And shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"

“What the heck does all that mean?” Alice questioned the gate. But realising this was a pointless task she pushed the squeaking gate open and entered the little garden;

Pleasant in its scented borders
The cottage garden plot,
Promised pleasantness at last and not
The fury she had felt and orders -
up with anger, dealt hard blows to save her life,
And lot.

She shook her head, as if shaking cobwebs out: “Now what the heck does all THAT mean?” Alice questioned herself, wondering where the verse had come from and why, and why it tumbled out. ‘Hmm?’ --

There was a large table with several settings of dirty tea sets; cups, saucers, plates and pots. Several odd people sat around the table cheering and singing silly little songs while pouring themselves cups of tea and eating sandwiches.

The table was set out under a spreading Horse Chestnut tree in front of the beautiful if somewhat eccentric country cottage with a Honeysuckle vine snaking over the cottage door, the heady scent seemingly mesmerising everyone, the windows either side of the door were askew, their white painted frames in need of a lick of paint. The main door was composed of two half doors, the top door was open and bees hummed lazily over the half door in their search for nectar, which the abundant Honeysuckle provided generously.

Two men, Mr. March Hare and the Hatter, his top hat askew on his head, a dove feather in the hatband and a price label for Two Shillings and Sixpence, were having tea at the table. Mr Hare, a somewhat shady looking character wore a trilby at a jaunty angle while a fat, sleepy little woman was sitting between them, fast asleep, next to a huge Tea pot and the other two were using her as a cushion, resting their elbows on her, and talking over her head.

The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one end of it: 'No room! No room!' they cried out when they saw Alice coming. “There's PLENTY of room!” said Alice indignantly, and she approached the table.

The other two eyed her with some trepidation and a certain amount of ripping of underpants as instant erections sprang up in response to this incredible sight. Her complete nakedness, her wild looks, her recent battle scars seemed to frighten them, and yet, stimulate them. Her muscular physique certainly had the two ‘gentlemen’ discussing her remarkable appearance though her bluff manner certainly startled them. To her, the two seemed to be very jumpy, but then I suppose that is understandable when you consider the terror with which the Queen of Hearts had ruled her tiny kingdom; indeed, the Court Hatter and his equally mad or drunk friend seemed quite terrified.

Alice sat down in a large brownish-pink armchair at one end of the table. The hatter’s eyes were drawn inexorably to this vision of painfully protracted desire. Alice noticed his longing gaze, and glanced back with interest before deciding not to encourage him; hers was a dangerous life and she did not see how she could accommodate this flattering though handsome admirer.

Looking alluringly away in what some people would term a ‘come-on,’ she nonetheless discerned that despite his apparent eccentricity, he was most certainly not mad and was attracted to his palpable intellect, this of course was after her eyes had scanned his body and noted that despite first impressions he was actually quite well built in more ways than one as the swelling front of his pants told when he spotted her;-) Alice is very, very sexy looking, Strong, big muscles and scars from almost all of her fights, which she wears proudly, like badges of honor.

Alice felt herself come over in a hot flush, but she wasn’t sure if this was the sudden leaping of desire, as her flickering ******** warned her or the understandable concern over how quickly her still injured *** would heal after her last fight. The scarring and fresh injury were all too uppermost in Alice’s mind, but she need not have worried, because the hot eyed hatter was actually turned on by this fresh feminine scent of recent hard battle, her scarred breasts, so diligently targeted by other women, equally well endowed and less well endowed alike, the hatter saw as battle honours proudly displayed upon expansive feminine breasts.

“Have some wine,” the Hatters companion said encouragingly as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the incredibly sexy woman who had come to grace his table.

Alice looked around the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don't see any wine,” she remarked.

“There isn't any,” said Mr. March Hare laughing like a drain at his own lame joke.

“Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,” said Alice angrily.

“It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said Mr. Hare.

“I didn't know it was YOUR table,” said Alice; “it's laid for a great many more than three.”

Q. “What's the difference between a G-Spot and a golf ball?” asked Mr. Hare abruptly.

“Come, we shall have some fun now!” thought Alice. “I'm glad they've begun asking riddles.” —

“I believe I can guess that,” she added aloud.

“Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?” said March Hare.

“Exactly so,” said Alice.

“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on.

“I do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least — at least I mean what I say — that's the same thing, you know.”

“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “You might just as well say that - ‘I see what I eat’ is the same thing as ‘I eat what I see!”

“You might just as well say,” added Mr. March Hare, “that ‘I like what I get’ is the same thing as ‘I get what I like!”

“You might just as well say,” added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in her sleep, “that ‘I breathe when I sleep’ is the same thing as ‘I sleep when I breathe!”

“It IS the same thing with you,” said the Hatter.

“A guy will actually search for a golf ball,” said Alice.

“Okay, OK: What is the difference between a drug dealer and a hooker?” Mr Hare said, a little annoyed.

“I know that one,” said Alice opening her mouth to speak.

“No, time up; I’ll tell you,” Mr Hare interrupted: “A hooker can wash her crack and sell it again,” and laughed uproariously.

“Really?” said Dormouse who seemed to speak in her sleep.
“Well, what's a mixed feeling?” she said.
“When you see your mother-in-law backing off a cliff in your new car.”

The handsome Hatter smiled. --
“But what's the height of conceit?” he asked.

Blank faces around the table this time.
“Answer: -- Having an ****** and calling out your own name,” he laughed.

“You need a good woman,” Alice said.

“Is that a riddle?” said the Hatter.

“No, I’m stating a fact,” Alice smiled.

“Well, OK, what about this? What do a Christmas tree and a priest have in common?” she said.

“Ooh. Is it Christmas already?” said Dormouse.

“Their balls are just for decoration,” the Hatter said.

“Okay,” Alice said: “What is the difference between ‘ooooooh’ and ‘aaaaaaah?”
Her audience looked at each other somewhat perplexed.
“About three inches,” Alice laughed.

“So what’s the difference between purple and pink?” Alice said sticking to her sexy theme.

“The grip,” said the Hatter.

“What's the definition of macho?” the Hatter asked.
“Jogging home from your vasectomy,” said Dormouse with an air of finality.

“That’s not ‘macho,’ that’s dumb,” said Mr. Hare.

“Who’s come?” Dormouse said.

“Dumb, dumb, dumb,” Mr Hare said in an irritated tone.

“Just ‘cause I’m a Dormouse I’m a Dum-dum, huh?” said Ms Dormouse.

“Hah!” snapped the irritated Mr. Hare.

“Talking of hares, your hair wants cutting,” said the Hatter in a manner intended to defuse the argument. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity and obvious desire, and this was his first speech.

“You should learn not to make personal remarks,” Alice said with faux severity; “it's very rude.”

The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was; “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”

The party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing desks.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. “What day of the month is it?” he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.

Alice considered a little, and then said “The fourth.”

“Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told you butter wouldn't suit the works!” he added looking angrily at the March Hare.

“It was the BEST butter,” the March Hare meekly replied.

“Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,” the Hatter grumbled: “You shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.”

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, “It was the BEST butter, you know.”

Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. “What a funny watch!” she remarked. “It tells the day of the month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!”

“Why should it?” muttered the Hatter. “Does YOUR watch tell you what year it is?”

“Of course not,” Alice replied very readily: “but that's because it stays the same year for such a long time together.”

“Which is just the case with MINE,” said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. “I don't quite understand you,” she said, as politely as she could.

“The Dormouse is asleep again,” said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose.

Dormouse just shook her head impatiently, and said, without opening her eyes, “Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.”

“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.

Dormouse shook her head impatiently, and said, without opening her eyes, “Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself,” before she fell asleep again. The hatter gave her a shove with his foot.

“No, I give up,” Alice replied: “What's the answer?”

“It is Nevar put with the wrong end in front” he laughed, “the backwards raven knows.”

“I haven't the slightest idea,” said the Hare at length.
“Who asked you?” the Hatter said.

Alice sighed wearily. “I think you might do something better with the time,” she said, “than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.”

“If you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hatter, “you wouldn't talk about wasting it,” he said looking longingly into Alice’s beautiful dark brown eyes, deep pools of impenetrable mystery and that appealed to the Romantic in the Hatter.

“I don't know what you mean,” Alice said coyly.

“Of course you don't!” the Hatter said, smiling, knowing she was playing a game. “I dare say you never even spoke to Time!”

“Perhaps not,” Alice cautiously replied: “But I know I have to beat time when I learn music.”

“Ah! That accounts for it,” said the Hatter. “He won't stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a *****ling! Half-past one, time for dinner!”

“That won’t happen to us baby,” Alice said taking him by both hands and placing them on her huge breasts.

“I only wish it was,” the Hatter said in a whisper.

“That would be grand, certainly,” said Alice thoughtfully: “But then — I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know.”

“Not at first, perhaps,” said the Hatter: “But I think we are both hungry for it now he said, his erection pressing against Alice’s ****** through his clothes.

“You could keep it at this time for as long as you like,” Alice said. Softly.

Alice is very, very sexy looking, strong, big muscles and scars from almost all of her fights, which she wears proudly, like badges of honor. She would make love to him at the Hatter’s Tea Party, if only the others weren’t there. Alice is ***** from fighting so many times.


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Appendix
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
Answer: “Nevar of course is raven spelled backward,”
(Big joke! However, said joke didn't survive the ministrations of the proofreaders.)
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“Oh don’t mind me,” March Hare said, hoping to see some action.

“Nor I,” said Dormouse. “Or should that be me?” she corrected herself. “No! I,” she said with a decisive air of finality, then fell asleep again.

“We really must change her pills you know!” said Mr. Hare.

“What ARE you burbling about?” Hare said, and proceeded to stuff her into the empty Tea Pot.

Alice barely notices this, or the following sonorous snoring coming from the Tea Pot.

From the moment she saw the Hatter she knew she was in love. From his handsome looks to his hard and well muscled body. Alice decided to make a small pass at him. The spark was electrifying as they lock on each other’s gaze. They knew they were meant to be.

She was the massive amazon of his dream come true. She was covered in battle scars and he loved it. The Hatter muses at how it’s funny that people can meet so unexpectedly, but perfectly. He always dreamed to see an Amazon like Alice he was in love. She is the answer to all of his love & lustful fantasies. At one time He once thought it was the Red Queen. It was she who insisted that he should do bodybuilding for her, but it was not to be.

Alice decides to take him in the cottage; she kisses him deeply as she pulls him near. The tingle of what he thought to be long dead awakes inside his heart. Feelings are woken up in the poor Mad Hatters longings. He suddenly realises he's not really mad, just looking for a missing part and now he's found her.

He thinks back to the way in which the Red Queen the self-styled Queen of Hearts, threw him over for the Red Knave. Jack, his rival and Nemesis, who had threatened to kill him in fair fight; ‘Or better still,’ he smirked, ‘in a long cockfight,’ he said, brandishing his mutated 24” ****. This had impressed the Queen who immediately dubbed him Jack of Hearts.

Her rejection had hurt the Hatter so much it almost sent him mad. From that time on he held a Tea Party on the lawn in front of his cottage every afternoon at the exact time the Queen had rejected him. But he realised that it could have been a lot worse, knowing her penchant (that Vulgar Latin phrase) for cutting people’s heads off.

Within minutes of entering the small cottage and Alice was pulling his clothes off. Alice pulled him to the bed where they lay down. She straddles him on the bed there is nothing subtle about how turned on she is at the moment. She grinds herself furiously into him savagely gripping him and humping his 10” **** in powerful slams.

Their sexual heat builds to a fast pace them Plato’s at a marathon level. He had never had sex like this in his life. Sex, no this was definitely not sex it was far more personal more like a deep longing. She was giving herself to him in a way no woman had ever done before.

Alice rode the Hatter like her soul was on fire. She kissed him feverishly never wanting to leave his side her heart soared like an eagle free from Earths bonds. Her breath quickened to almost heart attack level. The Hatter felt the fire in his **** and could not hold back any longer. A massive gush of sperm pumped like a torrent. He felt the tingle and he shivered as he held on to her tight.

Wrapping his arms around her huge scared breasts he hugged her tight trying to keep up as she pounded into him. She grabbed his butt to hold him in as she kissed him. Her breath was hot like a furnace as she squeezed him tight. Massive waves of hot ******l fluid covered his balls and thighs as she place him in a grape vine hold. Mmmm Alice has brought the Hatter back to life.

To the casual observer it might seem at first that she is using him as a sexual **** toy. But she knew in her heart it was far, far deeper than that. Like two powerful magnets of opposite sides they are drawn together in a permanent state of love. They have fallen for each other and they laying in bed in love. Many long, long hours pass as they rest entwined in each other arms and legs. Like a sexual wrestling match neither admitting defeat they cling to each other. The Hatter fell in love as soon as he saw Alice. He knows he belongs with her and they know they belong together.

She rests and heals and they make love over and over. Some of it is savage lust from her warrior’s heart then some of it is soft and tender with the longings of two soul mates. So she is left with trying to figure him out as she makes love to him. She catches herself wondering about the Cheshire Cat.

Alice had wondered about the Cat. She had helped her out immensely with the Queen of Hearts. She found herself strangely attracted to the Cat though nowhere nearly as seriously in love with her like the Hatter.

Alice pondered why she was so attracted to the cat. She had many sexual lovers in the past. Some were just for sex but those were only two people and both were women. Then there were her fighting friends; they were the ones that fought with her in the most violent and bloody of fights. The savageness of catfighting those friends covered in sweat and blood made her ****** violently. She knew this was her type of lovemaking it was powerful and Earth shattering some times and she loved it. The Hatter she knew was true love pure magic of life itself.

But as for the Cheshire Cat she didn’t know how she fit in. She just knew that she was very attracted to the beautiful, slight girl, Cheshire Cat. Maybe it was a magical pheromone or just plain lust. Alice did fancy her body and wondered what it would be like to make love to her. Alice was very thankful to the cat, who helped her out so much in escaping. Without her help Alice might not have been able to strike fear in the guards and defeat the Red Queen the Queen of Hearts.

As they lay in each other arms the Hatter tells Alice of how the Red Queen’s forces had fought the White Queen’s forces for control of the planet’s surface. He told her of the wars that unleashed terrible destruction on the planet surface; how the Queens of this planet fought many a dreadful war. Their ‘Tactical’ Nuclear weapons and chemical warfare had almost destroyed the population. Most of the survivors were the ones that retreated underground. Many of those which had been exposed to some of these weapons underwent mutations in a remarkably short space of time.

He told her that the Red Queen the Queen of Hearts ruled Underland with an iron fist while the White Queen rules the surface of Underland. He explained that now because of the Red Queens death an ancient prophecy is starting to come true. He continued to explain to Alice what he knew about the prophecy.

It had been told to the Queen many centuries before that a warrior of truth, honor and love would kill her on the battlefield unless she changed. She killed the old gypsy who told her that. She sold her soul for power and merged her body with the feared dragon Jabberwocky, it would be her last surprise.

Fearing that she might one day be defeated in battle she sold her soul to the Blood Lakes Demon Nag’ karri- O’ tofu. In exchange for her soul The Demon of the Blood Souls made her a deal. The blood contract, which she signed without hesitation.

Very soon the White Queen discovered that the price for her immortality came with a high price. She had to take innocent souls to feed to the demon and then eat the bodies to remain as an immortal. Which is why they would try to take children as a preference, but really anyone would do, but the children were less tough.

The Hatter went on to tell her how many thousands of years ago many Jabberwocky Dragons inhabited the woods, forests and caves, but as people took over the planet the Dragons decreased in number and took to snatching people from the woods after dark. He further explained that the hideous vultures she had seen were Slithy Toves, and as darkness fell throughout the woods at Brillig (Tea time, to you and I) it was good that she got out of the forest when she did.

Anyway, the years had passed and gradually pockets of the population began to emerge from the caves. This left the extremely powerful yet partially immortal Red Queen to insanely building a new Empire underground. She planned to make her kingdom invincible with growth serums for her planned army of giants, while the other three Queens, who were ruling the planet Underland, constantly waged petty wars with each other.

Professor Rabbit was the only survivor of the Red Queen’s team of scientists searching for new ways of finding untainted food, hence the wormhole link to Earth, and all of the growth serums and cakes he had developed. This was the Growth Cake, which Alice had experienced, along with the liquid Serums and Antidotes.

Now it was Alice’s turn to disclose something. She told the hatter the story, in graphic detail, of how she had destroyed his former lover, the Queen of Hearts. This excited the both of them intensely and Alice and Hatter were making mad passionate love for hours!

Although Alice wants him, she also wants to get back home; she is torn between staying with him and going home. She decides there and then that if she can she will take him through the wormhole with her.

Alice cemented her alliance with the not so mad Hatter and engaged his promise to raise an army from around the area and set off in search of the evil White Queen to destroy her, and yes, the other petty dictator Queens if necessary.

A bestial snorting sound, gasping, then muted roaring ripped through the air outside the cottage. “What the **** is that?” Alice said in some alarm. The screech of the deathly-black Slithy Toves rent the air as she spoke and gave the game away.

“A Jabberwocky is out in the woods,” replied the hatter putting his top hat back on. “It is best to keep quiet when one of those dragons is about. Their sight is poor but their senses of hearing and smell are very good, but watch out for those black birds,” he warned.

“Yes, I already met the Slithy Toves, in the woods on my way here,” Alice told him, looking at him curiously as he looked somewhat silly sitting there nude and wearing just his Top hat.

“You were lucky to get here in one piece,” the Hatter remarked.

“I’d fear for the Jabberwocky if I were you,” Alice said. “I’m a fighter and I’ll take one on if I have to,” she added.

In due course Alice left the hatters tea party still looking for the way home. She was trying to understand the information that the hatter imparted with her about Underland. Alice was deep in thought trying to unravel the whimsical rhymes of the tea party. It seemed that the Mad Hatter was either truly mad or a master of speaking in code.

Alice liked riddles but only the one she solved for fun. She didn’t like it when her journey home depended on her solving the riddles to get home, or even saving her own life from danger.

As she wandered down the trail her attention was drawn to the distant, though muffled sounds of children screaming and crying.

“Which way, which way?” she asked herself as she entered the wood on the far side of the clearing which the Hatter’s picturesque cottage was in.

Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it. “That's very curious!” she thought. “But everything's curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.” And in she went.

This time she found herself in a tight rock fissure leading to a cavern with the smell of cooking emanating from it, the sound of children screaming and some animalistic voices grunting, chanting and laughing.

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Chapter VI: The ‘Walrus’, Carpenter and Turtle.

Alice rushed towards the opening to see what was going on. As she ran into the cavern area she saw a huge woman her skin was kind of greyish in color. The huge woman stood about 7’ tall. She had thick muscles with only a slight muscle tone. Her hands and feet were abnormally over sized and thick. Her nose was smallish and pushed in slightly with her eyeballs slightly bulging out even with their eye sockets. Her eyebrows were joined in the middle making a very bushy uni-brow. Small stubble and hair was formed around her smallish nose and thick lips.

Under her lips were thick toothy canine fangs the rested slightly on her lower lip. She was dressed in a leather strapped ******* suit with her huge fat **** resting on her chest through the straps in the ******* harness. Her thick rubbery ******s were stiff and swollen and her ***** folds hung down both sides of the leather thong strap.

There are many blonde and pale skinned people in Underland due to the lack of natural light, so they are all pale and pasty. Also, because of diminished male stock because of the chemical and nuclear wars, there has been inevitable inbreeding. Blonde or white, their skin is virtually colorless; indeed, we could generally describe the population as pale, colourless inbreds’ or mutants. Some of the outcast mutants however are dark haired because they partly live in the outside world. The hideous mutant, the 7’ tall woman known as The Walrus, because of her uncanny resemblance to the mammal, for example, has very dark or black hair with a long pony tail, braided from the hair growing in a line down the middle of her head, but she is a mutant who is banished to the fringes of society, on account of her hideousness and psychotic brutality, along with her equally hideous partner in crime, Mock Turtle, but the people and other’s that have ventured up to the surface many times have some type of pigmented hair, like the children and the White King's cavalry.

She was dragging several children around by long chains. Each child wore a collar as she savagely yanked each around the cavern. The children would resist her pulling them forward to the raw iron cages. Then she would toss them into the cages kicking and screaming. The mere sight of the Walrus woman terrified them greatly.

The Walrus cave, with the cages and underground sea made for a strange sight indeed to hit Alice’s eyes. As her eyes adjusted from the dark tunnels she had groped her way along. Screams from the children being dragged along the shore hit Alice’s ears as soon as she emerged from the gloom of the cave.

An eerie light hit her eyes caused by the shimmering water of the subterranean sea. Above their heads in the Cathedral sized cavern were fissures in the rocks leading to the open air and the oblique light shining down into the cave caused this eerie pale blue light. By the shore was a huge cooking cauldron boiling away and sending billows of steam spiralling upwards towards the fissures.

To her left, as she faced the shore, were tiers of cages filled with young children which the hideous 7 foot tall woman known as The Walrus because of her uncanny resemblance to a Walrus, captured from the once polluted lands above. She and the equally hideous, small wiry woman known as Mock Turtle would emerge from below ground by night and kidnap as many children as they could.

This whole thing made Alice feel sick. More kids screamed upon seeing her, thinking here was another monster come to torture them and eat them. She conceded that she must look a fright after her misadventures so far. She managed to reassure them enough to hear a deep voice chanting in the distance:

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“to eat so many things:
“Kids hearts - and lungs - their seething fat,
and all those kinds of things,

And why the Cauldron’s boiling hot
and whether pigs have wings.”

“But wait a bit,” the children cried
as on their leads were dragged
along the shore towards the pot
Where some were bound and gagged.

“No worry,” said the Carpenter,
“We’ll save the best for last,
For you shall go and grace
a table, for our great Queen’s repast.

Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Children dear,
We can begin to feed.”

This was all accompanied by rough laughter from the harsh voices of The Walrus, Mock Turtle and the grizzled old Carpenter, neither of whom were aware that the Queen of Hearts was dead.

Screams emanated from the children

Alice had seen enough she was well passed mad. “Hey you ****ing **** why don’t you pick on someone your own size you big *****!” she screamed.

As Alice ran towards the huge woman the Carpenter raised his Ax and swung at Alice. The Earth amazon saw the attack coming and she stepped back and chopped his arm with a Karate blow, the Ax gouged into the ground, only just missing her foot. She hopped out of the way and back chopped his arm with a Karate knife hand strike. The ax flew from his hands to the ground. The carpenter followed up by uppercut punching Alice in her mound and breast. Alice grabbed his right arm and twisted the bones until they snapped, then punched him in the face. The carpenter’s head rocked back as his nose exploded in blood. He saw stars for a saw seconds and the lights went out as he dropped to the sandy floor.

She charged in trying to get the Walrus *****’s attention. The huge 7’ woman latched the chain leashes to the wall before turning to face Alice. The Walrus woman glared at Alice with evil malice intent. She was a massively built woman. She looked like a heavyset female power lifter. Her arms and legs were more like tree trunks than normal arms or legs. She was dressed in a leather ******* style harness that stretched out and around to show off her monstrous ****. The leather strap stretched out over her belly and spread her ***** lips wide open.

Alice flexed her muscles, warming her body up. She figured the 7’ ***** was probably about 350lbs maybe 400lbs easily. Then the Walrus woman charged at her. This took Alice by surprise because for someone so large she could move really fast.
Alice was so surprised by how fast she moved she didn’t dodge out of the way in time. The massive woman chopped back slapping Alice across the cavernous room on to the sandy beach side. Alice flew through the air like a rag doll landing hard in the compressed sand.

Shaking the cobwebs out of her head she saw the second charge coming. Quickly she rolled out of the way as the massive woman attempted to field punt her in the side. Sand flew everywhere as the big foot missed by only inches. Alice rolled to her feet as the Walrus behemoth looks to see if the attack was successful. Not seeing a body she looked to the water’s edge to see where she kicked the woman.

Alice rushed from the side and jumped aiming a left cross for the slavers right jaw. Alice was again surprised as the Walrus woman’s eye turned to see her separately of the other. This was followed by yet another backhand chop slapping Alice across the room again. The chop caught her in her stomach striking her solid abs. >>SMACK<< the shot sent Alice sailing through the air like a failed kite crashing into the sandy floor near the table and chairs and steaming cauldron.

Alice coughed and gasped as she tried to get her breath. The Walrus woman charged towards her again. Alice waited to move waiting for the kick this time. At the last second she rolled out of the way. The huge slaver slammed into the tables and chairs crashing through them as she fell to the floor.

Alice got to her feet again. The slaver was trying to get to her feet too but it was a slow process. Alice decided that might be a bad thing to let happen. Alice rushes the massive ***** this time staying out of her view. She snaps a kick into the Slave Mistresses’ side with all the strength she could muster >>WHAM<<. To Alice it felt like she was kicking a weighted punching bag that had been soaked in water.

The kick sent the Slaver Mistress rolling over on her side bellowing like an injured animal. Alice mounted her foe and started to pound the Walrus’s face. The slaver countered with a left and right cross combination. Alice blocked the first punch but the second one caught her in the left cheek. Alice was knocked back, then the left fist came up with blinding speed a big meaty hit from the Slaver’s left fist>>WHAP<<.

Alice reeled back from the punch to her right breast. She rolled back off of the Walrus woman’s stomach. Alice quickly got to her feet as the slaver got to hers. The slave mistress roared with anger as she got to her feet. Alice charged the Walrus woman hard. Jumping up, she mounted the slavers face, cutting off her air supply as she locked her ankles around the bristly, thick brutish neck. Alice twisted her waist and dropped back hard swinging her full body weight downward in a full pendulum swing.

Alice was rewarded with the desired effect from the move. The Walrus woman’s body followed Alice’s downward motion in a full swing toss. The ******* clad Mistress’s body was flung sideways as Alice released her hold, rolling to her knees. The Walrus woman slammed hard into the sand rolling over on her side. Again the Slaver Mistress roared with anger; but this time she lost no time getting to her feet to face the invading adversary.

Alice rushed the huge woman from the side as the massive woman rose to her feet. Alice dove at her foe this time jumping over the slavers counter attack. Alice leaped over her trunk of an arm to dodge the huge back chop from the Walrus woman. The thick arm swung in a massive arching attack. The backhand chop missed Alice by mere centimetres. She hooked her arm in a clothesline around the Slaver’s neck as she swung around.

The powerful Earth amazon swung around the massive woman’s back and savagely kneed the Slaver in the back. Alice yanked the long hair ponytail on the Walrus woman’s head and pulled her to the cavern floor. The Slave Mistress dropped to her knees with Alice pulling her hair back. The gray skinned woman turned over to her hands and knees.

Alice attacked viciously, snapping several kicks into the Slaver’s ugly face >>SMACK, SMACK<< Alice yanked her head up by the ponytail and slammed her knee home >>CRACK<<. The Slaver groaned in agony as her head rocked back from the impacts. Blood ran from her smallish nose and thick lips, down between her huge breasts.

The Slave Mistress saw red; her anger was riled up. She had been in fights before but she had never been hurt. No one had ever hurt her before now. She had always enjoyed the one sided fights just before she had eaten the children tearing their arms and legs off as she ate them. But this, this was unacceptable; whomever this **** was, she was going to die for her actions!

Enraged, the huge gray skinned slaver roared her anger again and got up in a rush. She charged forward and caught Alice in a bear hug. The woman was a dark skinned human with long black hair like hers had been many centuries ago. Unlike the other human females she had eaten, this one was heavily muscled and extremely lean and hard with massively built muscles, rippled like steel cables. The Walrus woman decided if she were to eat this female, she would have to tenderise her first.

Lifting Alice up in a bear hug, she jumped up and slammed Alice down hard on her back. Alice tensed up bracing for the impact as her back pushed into the firm yet soft sand. The Slavers body weight knocked the breath out of Alice and she gasped in pain. The Walrus chuckled as she held on to Alice and lifted her again. The Slaver Mistresses arms wrapped her arms around Alice’s rib cage tighter. She spun around ready to body slam the muscle bound Earth woman again.

Alice head butted the Walrus in the nose with blinding speed and force: >>CRACK<< the gray skinned woman’s head snapped back. Alice saw stars for a second then desperately slammed her forehead into the Slavers nose again: >>CRUNCH<<.

The massive woman buckled at the knees releasing the bear hug. She held her face with both hands as blood gushed over her chest and ****. Alice capitalized on her effort, gasping for much needed air as she laced her fingers together into a double AX Hammer fist and slammed her full strength down on the Walrus woman’s forehead: >>THUD<<. Again the gray skinned woman’s head snapped back and she fell on her back dazed.

Alice mounted the massive *******’ stomach hooking the gray skinned woman’s arms under her knees in a pin. Alice kept up the assault. Savagely she hammered punch after punch into the ugly ******* face. The Slavers eyes swelled shut as Alice *******d her face to a pulp hitting her over and over again. At first the Slave Mistress resisted, trying to free herself, but this gave way to agonized hellish wails of pain, much to Alice’s delight.

Alternating between the Walrus woman’s face and **** Alice hammered twisting rakes cutting deep gouges in her breasts. As the Earth amazon got up off her foe, she savagely kicked the unconscious *******’ breasts bloody; finally stopping when she was sure the Walrus ***** would not get back up and was out for the count.

Covered in blood, Alice walked over to the leashes tied to the wall to set the children free from the captivity. Suddenly from behind her she heard a shriek of surprise as she told the freed children to run. Turning to see where the startled noise came from. Alice saw yet another odd-looking woman.

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[h=Chapter VII: Battle with the Mock Turtle]1[/h]
Her skin was a greenish tint in color. Her hair was long and dark green in color. Her form was shorter maybe 5’6” with very lean muscle and a hard cut tone. Her skin looked scaly and tough like a reptiles hide. Unlike her counterpart, the Walrus woman, she had a lean hard muscled body; she also dressed in similar ******* attire to The Walrus, with her **** surrounded by leather straps. Her solid looking yet smaller grape fruit sized breasts looked like cannon balls resting on her chest. Her ******s were abnormally longer maybe 1 1/4th long and thick looking like erect daggers mounted on top of swollen 3” round areolas.

Other than her leather ******* attire she looked like a very lean if somewhat thin body builder. Her skin glinted in the light as she locked her yellow slit-pupil eyes with Alice. She dropped the leashes she was dragging on the ground and charged at Alice from across the room. She snarled at the Amazon invader showing what looked like teeth. Later upon closer inspection her teeth turned out to be one solid razor sharp beak like upper and lower plates under her lips.

Alice stood ready as the freakish turtle-like woman rushed her. This surprised her slightly because Turtles are not known for speed, but the green skinned slaver dove for her as Alice turned sideways letting the woman charge straight through. Alice spun around letting her attacker pass harmlessly by her right side. Quickly she spun around and gave a backhand Karate chop across the new woman’s back just below the shoulder blades.

For yet a fourth time today she was surprised when her right had struck the woman’s back. It felt like she struck a solid oak plank of wood. Alice yelped in pain and shook her hand out. The greenish skinned woman didn’t even flinch. She didn’t even act like she felt the hit. The reptile looking woman grinned a grisly grin, turned around and charged again. This time she moved quicker than Alice thought she would. She lunged hard in a dive at Alice, her long, sharp claws out aiming for her breasts.

Alice grabbed the woman’s wrist and slammed her foot into her abs as she rolled on her back. The turtle ***** was tossed overhead as she was flung onto her back hard in the sand. The greenish skinned woman struggled to get turned over. Finally, turning on her side her side, she got to her hands and knees and Alice rushed in from the side and delivered a savage kick into the Turtle ******* side >>SMACK<<.

Yet again the tall Earth amazon was surprised as she kicked her foe in the side. While she got the desired effect from the attack, kicking the green **** in her side was like kicking solid packed wet sand back covered in a rubber polymer. The kick stung with fire as Alice limped away from the new Slaver *****. For a second Alice thought that she had kicked a brick wall. She limped to the side clear of the slaver.

The Turtle ***** gasped for air and held her side as she rolled over again trying to catch her breath. Alice inspected the top of her foot it was red from the kick but not hurt. The Turtle ***** crawled to her knees and hands again. Alice resisted the urge to kick her foe in the side again. Instead she opted to tackle her to the sandy floor.

The green **** got to her hands and knees and shoved Alice off her as she got to her feet. The tall amazon from Earth scrambled to her feet to face the Slaver *****. Both women clinch their fist and jaws. Alice walks to the ******* ****, and as she walks to her, they face each other, circling to the left as they size each other up. The Mock Turtle punches Alice in her right breast >>THUD<< bashing her massive breast against her rib cage.

Alice winces as she fires a punch back hitting the green skin slaver in the mouth with a meaty >>Smack<<. The slavers’ head rocks back with the blow and she shakes her head as she sees small fizzing stars. The women each square off in fighters’ stances, boxing each other’s upper bodies. The slaver slams punch after punch into Alice’s huge breasts, battering them from side to side. Alice slams several brutal bone jarring hits into the Slaver’s face and breasts, alternating between attacks.

The green **** backs up as Alice savagely twists her punches down across the slavers smaller grapefruit sized ****. She cruelly rakes her knuckles over the ******s as the Turtle ***** screams in agony. Not to be out-done, the slaver alternates between savagely upper cutting the Earth Amazon’s breasts with lifting punches as the punches Alice in the mouth a few times.

Alice laces her fingers together behind the Turtle ******* neck as she drives her knee up hammering the green ***** in her crotch several times. The Slaver groans in agony gasping for air as the dark skinned Amazon slams several more unanswered knees deep in her vulva. Alice’s knee strikes crush the green skinned *****’s **** into her pubic bone. The Slaver Mistress wails in agony as she counter-attacks biting deep into Alice’s left breast like an apple!

Alice screams out loud as hellish pain burns in her left breast. The green skinned **** bites a flap of solid breast tissue loose from Alice’s inner ***. The Turtle woman’s inner teeth are one curved and very sharp plate like beak covered by light green fleshy lips. She pulls her head back with her sharp plate like beak tearing skin from Alice’s breast. Blood runs down the Slaver Mistresses mouth dripping between her ****.

Alice sinks her claws into the Turtle woman’s breasts and squeezes in a death grip twisting her **** in different directions. Savagely the green skinned **** tears a plug out of Alice’s massive mammary. Blood gushes over the turtle’s chest and face as she swallows the breast meat. Alice bashes her knee cap square into the Slaver’s **** then head butts her in the face >>CRACK<<.

The Mistress shakes her head seeing stars as her crotch suddenly explodes in fiery pain. Alice yanks her foes head by her dark green hair to the side and down, and then slams a snap kick into the Slavers face crushing her lips and nose flat. Blood sprays everywhere, then Alice jumps up and brings her heel down in an AX kick on the back of the green cunts skull >>WHACK<<.

The Slaver Mistress crashes head first into the sandy floor as Alice goes on the offensive yanking the Turtle woman’s hair. Savagely she pulls her to her hands and knees then she viciously kicks her foe in the head several times. The tall Earth amazons’ foot smashes into the evil slavers face over and over.

Alice leads the ***** to the over turned table and chairs. She picks her up over her head then she slams the Turtle woman down hard on her back over the table edge >>CRUNCH<<. The green skinned slaver wails in hellish agony as her back bends in an unnatural way over the table’s side before its wood frame breaks under her body.

Blood runs down Alice’s left breast as she bends down to grab the Slavers ankles. Without mercy she drags the Slaver out of the splinters that used to be the table. Spreading her opponents’ legs apart, she savagely stomps the green *****’s ***** several times. Howls of agonized pain filled the cavernous chamber as Alice slams her attacks home. The Turtle woman screams as Alice crushes her heel into her big green fleshy ****.

Alice was yet again for the fifth time ((since she had entered the cavern)) taken by surprised. The green skinned slaver suddenly sat up and punched Alice in her **** returning the harm done to her. The slavers’ leathery fist slammed hard into the Earth amazons’ womanhood crushing her **** into her pubic bone. Alice folds at the waist as fire explode in her crotch. The slaver slammed another fist into the amazons’ bloody breast tearing her *** flesh in a ragged gash.

Blood splattered everywhere as Alice was knocked back. She released the slavers ankles as she took a step back. Taking a few deep breaths, she re-gathered her senses. The Turtle got to her knees as she tried to steady herself. She lunged at Alice her mouth open ready to take yet another bite out of the Earth amazons’ breast. Alice placed all her strength into a full force uppercut. She slams her right fist hard and fast in a hooked punch up between the Turtle cunts ****.

Alice’s knuckles scrape the softer flesh between the slaver little cannon ball size breasts slamming up between the smaller ********. The huge Earth Amazons’ fist connected solidly under her chin like a bomb. The crushing blow from Alice’s right fist caused the slaver to bite the tip of her tongue off in a gory splatter of blood as her head snapped back from the hit. Her beak like tooth plate shatters and cracks in ragged splinters.

Alice followed through with a full body tackle. Her mouth quickly found the green slaver cunts left ******. Alice savagely bit down with all her jaw power tearing through the tough leathery ******. Alice pulled her head back chewing through fleshy nub as she rips the skin from the left ***. A bloody spray of veins, tubules and milk ducts covers the front of the amazons face and chest. Alice spit out the bloody ****** and areola on the sand.

Panic sets in as the Turtle woman tries to escape Alice’s brutal attacks. Alice believing that a good defense is to mound one **** of an offensive attack peruses her foe. The savage amazon hammered her right elbow across the Slavers nose as she drags the greenish skinned ***** back to her for the catfight.

Alice hissed at the Mock Turtle through clenched teeth “What’s the matter with you super ***** face Underland cunts. You all fight great when you have the upper hand but when someone fights back you don’t like it.” She growled at the Slaver.

The green ***** wailed in agony as the hit drove her back. Alice grabbed her dark greenish-black hair and yanked forward, head butting her rival hard: >>THUD<<. The turtle groaned as she staggered back. Encouraged, Alice moves forward. But the turtle slams a stinging kick into Alice’s open crotch: >>POP<<. Fiery pain shoots through Alice’s loins as the Slave Mistress hammers a right cross down on the Earth Amazons’ bloody left breast tearing it open more. The turtle ***** grabs Alice’s well-muscled arm in an attempt to break her shoulder off.

Alice turns her wrist against the slavers thumbs and reverses the arm hold. Then Alice hammers a hooked punch up between the Slaver Mistresses legs; She slams her uppercut home, mashing the Slavers **** into her sex bone. Not wasting her action she shoves her hand deep inside the green *****’s **** as she lifts her once more overhead by her throat and crotch.

Alice hefts her overhead and shoves her fist deep inside. The Mock Turtle wails in agony as the huge amazon slams her down over the chairs edge in a back breaker. Again the Slavers back bends in an unnatural way as this time Alice is rewarded by the sound of bone cracking. The Mock Turtle wails in hellish agony as her tough leather armoured back snaps sharply.

Alice stands on the mock turtles breasts crushing them into the sandy floor as she viciously grips the inside of the green slavers uterus and brutally begins pulling her womanhood out. Several long agonizing moments of blood gushing with each brutal yank of the turtle’s womanhood. Alice produces the bloody womanhood of the horrible Mock turtle. Alice tears the uterus free of the Slavers open ******, her blood running everywhere.

The Earth amazon lets the green skinned slaver’s *** drop to the sandy floor. The Turtle tries to crawl for the water but Alice drops down on her back. The Amazon reaches forward in the chest of the terrible Slaver Mistress and sinks her claws deep under the breasts as she pull up and back. Tough leathery skin slowly tears and rips. The Slavers’ skin is a lot tougher than other women’s breasts to tear off; her skin was like trying to tear leather armour.

Alice pulled and pulled and finally after what seemed like an eternity, she started to succeed. Brutally for several minutes, Alice stands on the Slave Mistresses back as she pulls with all her might until finally, the tough leather armour-like breasts of the Slaver Mistress rip free. Blood gushes over the sand as Alice holds both of the Mock Turtle’s breasts in her hands, her claws sunk deep into the tough bloody orbs. Alice tosses the Slave Mistresses breasts onto the sandy floor of the cavern floor.

She walks over to the cave wall and grabs an axe. She then walks over to the cages on the far side of the wall left of her. The locks on the cages were simple but strong. Good enough to hold cage doors shut and keep children inside. The Carpenter had done a good job, but the locks were not strong enough to keep Alice out. Going to the far wall she slammed the back of the Ax over the locks smashing them off their cages. The metal locks spark and shatter from the blows of the Iron Axe. Twenty minutes later the children are free from their bonds.

At first the children of Underland hesitate to go with Alice for fear she is just another slaver come to steal them away or eat them for herself. They had never seen anyone stand up to the Salver’s and win. Never before now had anyone stood up for them or tried to protect them. Alice smiled at the children and spoke rather plainly to them “Everyone not having any fun here follow me that is of course if you want to live.” She said with a raised eyebrow.

Alice led the children past the two bloody bodies lying on the sandy floor in the shadows. The Walrus was a bloody mess lying on the floor in a heap. The green skinned Slaver Mistress was torn to pieces, and lay dead by her side. The Mock Turtle’s body was broken and her breasts were torn off her chest as she bleeds out over the sandy floor. Alice was facing the underground lake toward the beach. Looking to her left between the cages and the lake were two ladders.

The three roughly made siege ladders were mounted to the wall in various places and led upwards to cracks and fissures in the ceiling of the cavern. Where they led was unclear but anywhere out of the slaver’s cavern was better than anything. Alice told the scared children to climb the ladders and make their way to the top. She would follow them to cover their escape.

The Earth Amazon climbed the siege ladder to the left of the center fissure to join the escaping children. The raven-haired beauty bravely led the way travelling ever upwards till finally she saw light…

She didn’t actually realize that the light was so much dimmer down in the caverns below, mostly because the glow moss and glowworms made their light so bright it was almost like a cloudy day prior to a thunderstorm.

This was the first actual time she had seen the sunlight since she had come to Underland. Shielding her eyes from the bright light for a few minutes she looked around to see if the coast was clear. The children stayed near the mouth of the cave worried about the Tweedles.

"Who are the Tweedles?" Alice asked the little girl. The children cried and whispered about the Tweedles. Again Alice asked the children who the Tweedles were. One brave little girl stepped forward against the other children’s urgings to not tell. They were afraid that speaking of them would surely lead to them being captured again.

Alice sternly looked at the children and said, “If you want me to rescue you I need to know what or whom I am dealing with.” The little girl continued to speak. “The Tweedles are trappers they stalk these woods looking for children to feed to the Queen of Heart and her court. They help the two Slavers. They steal us from our family and sale us to the Walrus and her Turtle and they give some of us to the Duchess and the Queen of Hearts. If we are taken it is sure that we will never return. But you have changed that you have freed us.” She said with a weak smile.

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[h=Chapter VIII: The Children and the Tweedles]1[/h]
Alice looked at the children. They were all scared, some were hurt others were still in shock that they were free. Alice told them to go home and do not look back they were free. She would watch for danger until they were clear of the deep dark woods. The children hurried for a clearing as Alice scouted ahead. She was painfully conscious of her injured left breast continuing to bleed where The Turtle had bitten a chunk out and swallowed it, but Alice had soon redressed the balance by biting off the Turtle woman’s ******s. Her crotch was still sore from their **** pounding battle; she was losing blood and growing steadily weaker, hoping Cat would soon catch her up with some healing growth cake.

In the same clearing she happened upon two females fighting on the ground. They rolled back and forth slamming their fist into each other’s faces and breasts. Both were blond and somewhat muscular though one of them had slightly bigger breasts than the other. The bigger blond slammed her fist into the smaller ones face before yanking her head to one side.

The bottom blond yelped and slammed her fist with something in it across the bigger blonds face. Blood flung from the bigger blonds mouth and nose as the weapon in her foe’s hand slammed her face. The bottom blond rolled her over to side the side as she kneed her in the crotch hard. The bigger blond wailed in pain as her tormentor mounted her stomach.

Savagely the blond on top stabbed the bottom blond in the crotch with the weapon. The Bigger blond wailed in agony as her top opponent brutally rammed the item deep in her womanhood. Blood speckled her thighs as her attacker hammered her crotch. The blond with the larger **** slashed her nails down across her rivals’ chest in bloody furrows. The smaller breasted blond wailed in pain as nails rake her breasts raw.

The blond with the bigger **** brutally kneed the smaller one in the back. She fell forward chest first involuntary on her big breasts rival. Without fail the blond on the bottom viciously bit into the top blonds breasts. Hellish screams of agony fill the Deep Dark Woods.

Alice causally watches the two blonds tearing into each other. She enjoyed watching a good fight. She took the information from each battle she watch and countered each move in her mind. Like watching a sports tape of a team playing a game, Alice watched fights to see what could have been different about the attacks. She watches opponents intently looking for weaknesses in every potential opponent.

As they rolled to the side further into the clearing Alice steps out of the shadows to see them clearer. The two warring blonds viciously beat on each other slamming their fists into each other’s face and breasts. They rolled over and over in the clearing each trying to gain the upper hand. Alice watches all of this intently as the two blonde’s battle with furious intent but for what reason she has no idea.

Casually glancing over in her direction the blond on the top sees a very imposing figure of a woman watching them battle intently. For a second the blond on top thought from the shadow of the outline it might have been the Queen. The top blond stopped her attack long enough to try and make out who was watch them. The bottom blond looked at her rival hitting her breasts with a blow that deformed the *** crushing it into her rivals’ ribcage. The top blond fell off clutching her breasts as she looked back at where Alice stood.

The bottom blond getting up saw her rival looking to the shady area of the woods and glanced over to where she looked. Sure enough it was not a trick someone big stood in the opening watching them fight. The bigger breasted blond stared back to see if by any chance it was the Queen of Hearts there to make a complaint about the quality of oysters that they had been stealing.

The two blonds stood up covered in bloody scratches covering their breasts as crimson lines of blood painted their inner thighs. In unison they asked the question together. “To whom may we ask that is watching us battle.” They said together.

Alice stepped out into the clearing. She had seen that look on women’s faces before. They were wondering how tough she was and if they could beat her. Alice stood out where they could see her. She addressed them in a very imposing manner hopefully they would take the hint and continue fighting each other.

“My name is Alice. I’m looking for my way home I have lost my way.” She replied to the two blonds. They looked at her with a curious gaze they had never seen a woman like her in Underland. Alice flexed her rock hard muscles she flex her pectoral muscles making her massive breasts move as though unintentionally. Blood dripped from her left ****** tip to the ground as she flexed her body builder frame. The battle with the Mock turtle had hurt her but she would live.

Alice decided to change the subject to make the blonds’ worry:
“Well I told you who I am. It’s impolite for you to not introduce yourself, after asking someone to introduce themselves. Even if it’s in the friendliest of manners you should be polite and introduce yourself with your names.” Alice posed her question in such a way that the blonds would have to answer her or be rude.

The smaller breasted blond spoke first. “I’m Tweedle D,” she said with a slight bow as she cupped her breasts. Then the larger breasted blond spoke up “I’m Tweedle DD,” she said also cupping her breasts and bowing slightly. Red alert flags went up confirming her suspicions that these were the women that took the children. These were the two women that the little girl had told her about. They were monsters that stole children from their homes in the middle of the night. They were the ones that had been helping the Walrus and the Mock Turtle steal children from their homes. Which in turn made them also slavers? Alice became more than a little pissed off.

Alice asked the Tweedles what it was they were fighting over. The smaller breasted blond held up something long and studded in her hand. To Alice it looked like a studded ***** with a thick wide head. She kind of smirked then asked the Tweedles what it was? The smaller breasted one spoke up holding the studded ***** thing in her hand.

“She broke my rattle!” she said pointing at the section that had been ruined. Alice couldn’t see anything. Either because it was imagined or so small that it could not easily is seen by the naked eye. The bigger titted blond screamed at her sister “That’s not true you are the one whom got it dirty and broke it. The studs are out of place you ruined it with your rough *****!” she screamed as she continued to rant. “That was a perfectly good rattle I killed many a women’s ******* ripping them open. Now look at it you ruined it with yours **** you *****!” the bigger breasted blond screamed at her sister.

“To battle to battle you ruined my favourite rattle!” she wailed in anger. Then both blonds looked behind Alice. Something had run fast towards the human village a shadow of some type. They looked close behind her to see what it could have been. The bigger titted blond smelled the air as if catching a scent of something familiar. Then Tweedle D saw them running back for the village she screamed out loud “CHILDREN, the Alice woman has children she is hiding them from us. Quick sister catch them before they escape us.

This many children would keep us in food and money for several months!” she screamed in an excited voice.

Alice stood fast and strong between the children and the slaver *******.

“You have to go through me to get to them you filthy cunts! I’m telling you two bimbos to back off go back to your sex fight!” Alice shouted at them with her fists raised. While both Tweedles had been fighting their hardest with each other they and they were both hurt. Alice had been in a savage catfight to the death with the Mock Turtle and she was also hurt. The odds seemed evenly matched but unfair. Alice would be fighting two of the Tweedles together. In her mind they didn’t stand a chance.

Alice motioned for them to attack her. The Tweedles wasted no time in Brawling with her. Tweedle DD charged her from the front as Tweedle D charges her from the side. Alice turned on her right foot spinning towards Miss D. She grabbed Tweedle DD in a wristlock and pulled her charge through in a full swing.

The result was that both Tweedles collided breasts first as their heads knocked together>>THOCK<<. The Tweedles bounced apart as falling on the ground. Tweedle D rubbed her head as DD shook the cobwebs out of hers. Both of the slave trappers were tougher than they looked.

Alice went on the attack before they could gather their senses. The Earth amazon grabbed the DD blond by her hair and yanked her to her feet. The platinum blond squealed in pain as Alice swung her by her hair into a nearby tree breasts first. Tweedle D slammed the studded ***** across Alice’s back hitting her shoulders and scratching her neck. Alice screams as the studded ***** ravages her neck shoulders and back.

Tweedle D grabs Alice by her hair and yanks her back in a body slam to the ground. Alice slams hard as D kicks Alice’s bloody breast savagely. Blood splattered everywhere as her kick reopened the bite in Alice’s left breast. Alice yelp as D yanked the Earth Amazon’s head around by her hair. Tweedle D yanked her to her knees, all the while she yammered on about how brutal a fighter she was.

Tweedle D’s bragging was cut short as Alice’s left fist connected with a solid >>THUD<<. The upper cut sent a shock wave of fire up Tweedle D’s spine. D gasps in pain and sucks air as she sinks to her knees. Alice followed up with a right elbow across her face >>CRACK<<. D’s head turns sideways as Alice slams her forehead into Tweedle D’s left eyebrow. Her head shoots back as she falls to the ground.

Alice feels the heavy kick from a foot catch her in the back of her head. Alice falls forward as Tweedle DD jumps up and drops both her knees in the center of Alice’s back. Tweedle DD rolls to the side and scrambled to her feet. Alice hurries to get up as Tweedle DD kicks her in her right side pounding her Latissimus Dorsi muscles hard >>SMACK<<.

Alice rolls on her side gasping for air as Tweedle DD dives on top of her. Alice raises her knees up as DD leaps on her. All of the air leaves Tweedle DD’s lungs as Alice hooks her right arm around DD’s neck and slams her head into the ground face first. Alice tosses the big **** ***** over her head as she rolls clear of the two Tweedles.

Alice takes a few gulps of air as she sees Tweedle D starting to get up. Tweedle DD rolls on her side trying to clear out the cobwebs. Alice knew she had to buy the children time to run she had to end this somewhat quickly. Or keep the Tweedles attention long enough to enjoy this fight. Alice leaped in a jump and landed feet first on DD stomach in a gut stomp. DD gasps for air as Alice leaps off of her stomach smashing a right cross down on Tweedle D’s right cheek >>SMACK<<.

Tweedle D’s head crashes into the ground as Alice knots her fist in the blonds’ hair. The Earth amazon yanks the blond off the ground in a hair whip across her sister as Alice tosses her face first into an Ash tree.

Alice drives several savage knees into the blond *****’s lower back >>WHAM, THUD, SMACK<<. Then Alice rams Tweedle D’s face into the tree again.

Alice releases her foe just in time to see DD charging her. Alice drops down as Tweedle DD body slams her sister hard into the tree with a sickening >>CRUNCH<<. DD bounces off her sisters back as she realizes too late she tackled the wrong woman. Alice springs up in a under the chin head butt >>CRACK<<. Alice’s head slams up under Tweedle DD’s chin catching her tongue between her teeth. DD chomps down in a bite cutting off the end of her tongue.

Teeth shoot out of her mouth in shattered shards splitting her lips. The head butt lifts DD off the ground her eyes cross as she falls on her *** seeing stars. Alice walks over and drops her weight knees first down on Tweedle DD’s stomach, her knees smashing into her abs. Straddling DD’s midsection, Alice pins her arms by her side trapping the blond.

Alice starts brutally punching Tweedle DD’s face over and over. Rights and left crosses bash the blonde’s face cutting it with smashing punches. Fleshy bits of skin tear as Alice’s fists shred DD’s cheeks. The blonde’s eyes swell up to the point they’re almost shut and her nose disappears.

Suddenly Alice is attacked with a double hammer fist to the back of her shoulders. Tweedle D grabs Alice’s hair and yanks back. She slaps her claws down across Alice’s face cutting her cheek and nose. Alice moves just in time to avoid D’s nails in her eye. Alice punches D in the face with a backhand fist. Tweedle D holds her nose as the backhand smashes her bloody nose.

The blond lets go of Alice’s hair as she backs up. Alice stands up on DD’s stomach and leaps at D in a clothesline. D looks up just in time to get hooked around the throat with a swinging bulldog body slam. Tweedle D let out and agonized yelp cut short as her head hit the ground. Alice wipes the blood off her face as she savagely kicks D in the breasts several times. Tweedle D turns over trying to escape crawling on her knees and hands.

Alice field punts Tweedle D in her crotch with a full kick >>POP<<. D gasps in a silent scream. The Earth Amazon jumps down on the small of D’s back pinning her to the ground. Alice spears her right hand deep into Tweedle D’s open crotch. The blond wails in agony as Alice shoved her fist in deep up to her forearm. Tweedle D cries out in hellish agony.

The brutal blonds’ sister is aroused from being knocked out. Blood covers her face as she gets on her hands and knees. Her left eye is swollen shut and her right eye is blurry, red and swelling shut. Tweedle DD gets up to on wobbly legs, her fists raised.

Alice viciously twists her fist in brutal hammering punches and blood covers Alice’s arm as she grips the inside of D’s uterus. Several savage yanks later Alice rips the blonds’ womanhood out of her body. Tweedle D screams in agony as her sister grabs Alice by her long black hair. DD yanks back hard blindly seeing red from her right eye. Alice spins and drives her knee deep in DD’s lower belly.

The blond grunts in pain then she yelps as Alice hooks her arm around the bigger blonds’ neck. Alice turns sideways with the blonds’ chin resting on her shoulder then drops down hard and Tweedle DD crashes jaw first on the Earth Amazons shoulder >>WHAM<<. DD blacks out as her chin and jaw is cracked with the force of the blow.

Alice drops the blond slaver on the ground. Alice turns to Tweedle D and stomps down hard on her back crushing her **** into the ground. She wails in agony as Alice grabs her wrists and yanks her arms back hard. Alice pulls with everything she’s got, stomping her foot between Tweedle D’s shoulder blades: >>CRUNCH, POP<< Tweedle Ds shoulders pull free out of their sockets.

The Blond slaver quivers and shakes as she screams in hellish pain. Alice stomps on her head heel first. As a precaution Alice finds the spine on her neck and yanks hard. Three minutes later the bones pull free. “Try to come back from that, ****.” Alice sneered as she tossed the spinal cord into the woods.

Turning her Attention to the other slaver she spoke loud rousing her from being knocked out. Alice gripped the bloody right *** in a death grip and yanked up as she spoke to Tweedle DD. “You ever go after the children on this world again I will do more than tear your breasts off your chest I will kill you like I did your sister.” Alice savagely pulls back and up as the massive mammary rips free from the blonds’ chest.

Alice tosses the bloody **** into the woods where she threw Tweedle D’s spine.

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Chapter IX: The White King’s Army of “The Lion and the Unicorn.”
(A nice little pub in the town.)

The next moment soldiers came running through the wood, at first in twos and threes, then ten or twenty together, and at last in such crowds that they seemed to fill the whole forest. Alice got behind a tree, for fear of being run over, and watched them go by.

She thought that in all her life she had never seen soldiers so uncertain on their feet: they were always tripping over something or other, and whenever one went down, several more fell over him, so that the ground was soon covered with little heaps of men.

Then came the horses. Having four feet, these managed rather better than the foot-soldiers: but even THEY stumbled now and then; and it seemed to be a regular rule that, whenever a horse stumbled the rider fell off instantly. The confusion got worse every moment, and Alice was very glad to get into the clearing, where she found the lake as it emerges from the cave system where The Walrus and The Turtle held the children as prisoners. Here also, to Alice’s surprise was the White King seated on the ground, busily writing in his memorandum-book.

“I've sent them all!” the King cried in a tone of delight, on seeing Alice. “I am going to defeat my dragon of a wife the Queen, once and for all,” the King said. Alice assumed that the reference of her as a Dragon was merely a figure of speech for an overbearing woman. Oh how wrong her assumption was going to be proved to be. “Did you happen to meet any soldiers, my dear, as you came through the wood?” the King said distractedly.

“Yes, I did,” said Alice: “several thousand, I should think.”

“Four thousand two hundred and seven, that's the exact number,” the King said, referring to his book. “I couldn't send all the horses, you know, because two of them are wanted in the game. And I haven't sent the two Messengers, either. They're both gone to the town to raise more people against the Queen. Just look along the road, and tell me if you can see any of them.”

“I see nobody on the road,” said Alice. “And what game?” she added.

“I only wish I had such eyes,” the King remarked in a fretful tone. “To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!” Said the King. “Chess my dear. The fields are marked out for chess. We use real people in our Chess wars my dear,” he said, looking at her askance.

Assured that her small army is growing Alice smells water close by and the children are gone now. She staggers for the lake so she can get cleaned up. The water was very clear and cold but it felt good on her body. She found a place to set and rest for a bit before she would continue her journey. Before she dozed off to sleep she remembers a Cat smiling at her then the warmth of a body next to hers.

Alice falls into a deep sleep feeling very warm and rested. Soft lips kissed her lips and she felt the breast of a woman rub hers as she held her tight. The Cat licked her wounds and kissed her lips. Her body was warm and soft. To Alice it was very pleasant and the Cheshire cat licked and sucked, kissed and humped her body well again. Alice held the Cheshire cat in a lovers embrace kissing her tenderly as they locked bodies together. They made love for what seemed like hours as the Cat healed Alice’s wounds they orgasmed several times. Finally they slept together in an invisible out-of-phase world that the Cat called home.

Never before had the Cat ever had a lover like Alice. She was fantastic she wrapped her body in Alice’s embrace in so many ways. She could feel the power of Alice wash over her in waves. Then the Cat had a naughty thought. She realized Alice had invisible locks on her keeping her from reaching her full potential. With a widening and devilish grin the Cheshire cat opened all of the locks that bound Alice’s true power.

The Cat licked and sucked and kissed and ****ed her lover to full health before they slept again. A full day passed and the Cat had no desire to leave Alice’s side not if she didn’t have too. Invisible to the naked eye the Cat watched over Alice as she slept. She watched the Walrus and Tweedle DD limp by heading for the Kingdom of the White Queen. It was obvious to her that they were looking for Alice.

The Cat followed them. She floated around them admiring their injuries. All of which looked like they could have been nearly fatal. She knew who had beaten the **** out of them and she knew where they were going. The only place they could go to get healed, an only woman who could heal them and make them whole again was in the kingdom of the White Queen.

The Cheshire cat watched with a wide grin as the two slavers limped by. Blood dripped and ran down their bodies as injuries that had scabbed over re-opened. She grinned again Alice has almost killed both of them in very violent combat. “How delicious” she whispered out loud “The chosen one has finally come to free us.” The Cat hissed as she floated around in a barrel roll. She stopped following the two of them and went back to Alice’s side.

She curled up next to Alice making love to her again. The next few days would be interesting Underland would soon be free; she smiled and kissed Alice deeply. Yes Underland would soon be free.

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[h=Chapter X: Finale battle of Alice in Underland]1[/h]
Alice woke feeling a hundred percent better. The wounds she has received during her last two fights were both brutal and bloody. New scars would mark her breasts and body from battles with the Walrus and Mock Turtle slaver’s and the two Tweedle Sisters. In each case she had killed one of the pair’s partners and maimed or KO’d the other. When she had fought the Walrus she KO’d her and brutally killed the Mock Turtle. When she fought the Tweedle sisters D and DD she had killed D and maimed DD by tearing off her right breast.

Both of the sets of catfights were extremely brutal and bloody. Alice had been wounded in such a way that when her body healed she would have more scars on her body. She didn’t care that people back home on Earth knew she fought. The men and women she had dated had all seen her scars. For her it was kind of a test, if the people freaked out at seeing her scars then no sex. On the other hand if they accepted her for being who she was they made it to the second date. She had only ever had one woman on Earth accept her for being who she was and she was dead.

Alice had been very lonely back home. Coming to this rock of a planet and landing here in Underland had proved to be an adventure. She stretched out her body and rolled over in the grass. Curled up next to her was the Cheshire Cat. (So it was not a dream she really did make love to the Cat) she thought to herself. Alice put her lips next to the Cats ear and licked the edge of her ear as she whispered to her. “Hey sweetie you awake yet?” Alice spoke in a hushed tone.

The Cheshire cat rolled back towards Alice and smiled a big toothy smile that was unnerving to look at. Alice felt and electric buzz run up her spine raising her hairs on the back of her neck and down her arms got goose bumps. If only for a second the Cat knew that look. She smiled less toothy and more pleasant. Alice held her close and kissed her deeply as if apologizing for her reaction to the mouth full of feline-like sharp teeth.

Accepting the apology, the Cat curled up between her breasts in her arms and purred. Alice asked the Cat how she came to find her. The Cheshire cat smiled and disappeared then she reappeared. The Cat straddled her stomach her ***** folds spread out on Alice’s rock hard abs. She leaned forward and pressed her smaller breast into Alice’s magnificent breasts. She purred loudly as she gently kissed Alice’s lips. Alice raised and eye brow and cleared her throat loudly.

The Cheshire cat smirked “Oh very well, if you must know. I’ve followed you everywhere you go. I fancy you in every way and so I never left your stay. Beside you is where I’d stay your life intrigues me come what may.” She smiled and then let her unnaturally long tongue slide out of her mouth as she licked Alice’s left ******. It was the one that had been seriously injured in her fight. Alice quivered with pleasure as she held on to Cats butt.

Cat continued to explain her actions “I could not find more growth cake, to heal your wounds by the lake, so I took the more direct approach to heal your body before you woke. We made the most beautiful love all night long. Our bodies sang in harmony just like a song. I healed you both in and out, unlocked your gifts I did no doubt.” The Cat was enjoying herself as she slowly passed through Alice’s hands. She floated upside down her yellow eyes lock with Alice’s brown. She slowly pressed her lips to Alice’s. Her tail swished back and forth in a long sensuous swing.

Alice slowly pulled her back to the ground with her and they rolled together in a lovers embrace. An hour later the sun rose and the two got up to start the day. Alice had seen the village off in the distance before she passed out from blood loss. She stood up and asked the Cat if the children made it home safe. The Cat floated around her half visible and half invisible. She turned and twisted in midair as she floated around. She stole another kiss from Alice and the spoke.

“Indeed the children made their way home and safe they will stay if they do not roam. Last night the danger came and passed. The Slaver woman the Walrus asked the Tweedle sister you maimed limped past. They left to see the ***** White Queen to ask her aid of many things.

Her Kingdom lays just two days west; we must go now we cannot rest,
Your fate is sealed, the future told, the battle comes we must be bold,
To raise an army the people stand, the time to strike is now at hand.”
The Cat says and she pulls on Alice’s hand.

Alice looks to the Cat and says, “Sweetie, I’m not a leader I just wanted to get back home. Don’t you all hall have someone here to lead you all and fight for your freedom?” She asked. She had said the words but she couldn’t believe that she had asked the question. The Cat just floated about her as if trying to puzzle out what Alice had said.

She looked at the Cat and realized what was wrong with her statement. It was then that something suddenly occurred to her. She was the only one who had been standing up to these ****** ******* and super cunts in this place. She was their only hope. Whatever chance they had at reclaiming their world rested with her. The Cheshire cat just smiled when she saw Alice’s face as she answered her own question.

After a long pause the Cat started to giggle and Alice couldn’t help but laugh as well. “Ok so what am I facing here? What do we have in the way of and army that can be raised?” Alice asked the Cat as she floated around her fading in an out of vision.

Alice then notices something she had not before. She was larger or taller by at least another 6” bring her size up to 6’6”. Her body had increased in size too if only by a modest margin. Alice looked at the Cat then asked the question “did you do this?”

The Cat smiled a big toothy grin trying to look as innocent as she could. “The village might help if they are not too scared. Challenging the White Queen in many years no one has dared. Be true to yourself and you will see the army you need will, come to be.” The Cheshire cat floated upside down and pointed at the village off in the distance. “As far as your body goes, I had to heal your wounds you know. My body heals with love we made your bigger size will have to stay.”

Alice flexed her body stretching out “You mean I’m stuck at this size?” she yelp at the Cat. The Cheshire cat disappeared only her eyes could be seen. Then she smiled at Alice her head floated around. “Your size and looks I cannot change, but everyone here is strange.”

Alice shrugged and followed the cat to the village. The people stared at her but the children ran to her thanking her for saving them from the Walrus and the Tweedles. The people didn’t trust her at first but after seeing their children’s reaction to her they opened up.


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[h=Chapter XI: The Bloody Battle]1[/h]
The battlefield was gray like a washed out checkerboard. Five foot by five foot black and white squares covered the valley floor. It was a surrealistic landscape barren trees and scrub grass with cattails and spars Elephant Grass covered the haunted landscape. Everything in the valley floor was fifty shades of different types of gray, black, or white. In the distance the mountains could be seen next to a massive lake. The ruins of an ancient castle stood in the distance next to the lake.

The two huge armies crossed the sides of the shaded landscape from different sides of the valley. Alice led the rag tag group of resistance fighters across from their side of the gray shaded battlefield. The armies formed parallel lines 100 yards apart as Alice brought her army to a stop. The White Queen raised her hand and stopped her army.

The wind blew cool air through the soon to be battlefield. The ground of the valley floor was warm and dry. The gray colored grass swayed with the breeze. The sound of waves breaking on the beach could be heard off in the distance. The sun was a mute color in the sky covered by a foggy blanket of clouds. Crows mocked the scene squawking intermittently at the two opposing armies.

The White Queen was dressed in nothing more than a white leather ringed strapped muscle harness. It was designed to show off her massive breasts as well as her hard muscled and massive body. At 7’6” the Queen was very imposing, her body harness made her look even more formidable. Her army was dressed in similar fashion each depicted their social status according to the fighting prowess.

Throughout Underland the more experienced of fighters wore less and less clothing. If they were a mere novice their attire for battle would be a full armoured suit. If they were more experienced in combat, then they would wear less armour as well as fewer weapons. This progression of less armour & weapons followed certain logic. In Underland their warrior classes are viewed as being invulnerable to a certain extent. The extremely advanced fighters such as the Queen’s and their thugs or Henchmen (women or men) fought almost nude.

This being said Alice had fought nude throughout her journey in Underland and the opposing army was downright terrified of her. She was nothing less than a goddess in build. Terrifying and beautiful at the same time standing 6’6” tall her body was massively built with heavy muscle. Her female body builder physique was complimented by her huge pectoral muscles. Massive breasts sat proudly on her chest covered with thick brutal scars from years of catfights.

Alice’s muscles tensed and flexed as she warmed up her body getting ready for this catfight to the death. The many scars that covered her body from years of fights stood out on her deeply tanned body. She rolled her shoulders and craned her neck as her joints popped and cracked. The Mad Hatter stood nude next to his love. His 11 ?” **** stood erect and ready to do battle with the Red Knave the Jack of Hearts and his huge 24”****. He was the former lover of the now dead Queen of Hearts.

Hatter flexed his heavily muscled body in a similar manner as Alice trying to warm is body up for the fight. He then breaks the odd silence and asks his love in a thick Scottish rogue’s accent “Well love, we’re here, are we ready to do what’s needed to be doing?” he whispered in her ear. His hard **** rubbed her side as he kissed her cheek. Alice turned and kissed him fully and deeply leaving no doubt about her feelings. She winked at him, then turned and started to walk towards the opposing side.

Everyone in view or with good eyesight saw the lover’s passionately kiss in deep love. The Jack of Hearts was so inspired by jealousy at the display of true love he tries to copy their action. He rubs his massive 24” **** up against the White Queens right side as he kissed her cheek. The action was swiftly met with the most violent of actions.

The White Queen savagely swatted the tip of his **** before gripping his shaft in a death grip. Infuriated she asks him in a very loud yell, “Just what in the Red Lakes of Blood in Underland do you think you are doing?” her voice boomed through the valley floor.

The Red Knave recoiled in fear and panic, which shrunk his massive weapon to half erect position. He backed up and tried to act like nothing had happened but both armies saw the spurned display.

Alice spoke to the Hatter over her shoulder looking at him with a devilish smile as she walked “In the words of Mel Gibson from the movie Brave Heart. I’m going to go pick a fight!” she said.

Her stride never broke or faltered; her fists were clinched as she walked. The Hatter followed close behind her in a quick pace as they headed in the direction of the opposing army. He changed his course only slightly, determined to tear the bloody **** off of the Jack of Hearts in a ruined mess. The rest of the volunteer’s that had rallied behind Alice followed suit. What were left of their worlds rag tag armies from Underland, were actually resistance fighters. They slowly walked behind Alice knowing this would be their last stand if they failed. Into the field of combat they strode twenty or so paces behind Alice and the Hatter and their band of rebel freedom fighters.

The stage was set the combatants faced off with blood in mind. The Duchess had stripped to only her black studded leather harness. The Growth cake has healed all of the damage that the Earth amazon Alice had done to her breasts and crotch. She led the charge against Alice and her rebel army. She was followed by the Slaver Walrus who was dressed in a similar leather ******* harness she was also followed by Tweedle DD. Whom had also eaten some growth cake to heal and re-grow her right breast again. She too was dressed in similar attire as her fellow fighters.

The Walrus not being the smartest of the group rushed forward. She wanted to get her big hands and claws sunk into the Earth amazons breasts. She rushed past the Duchess so she could rip and tear them off the Earth woman’s’ chest like she did to the Mock Turtle.

The Walrus was followed closely behind by who she thought was the second most savage fighter in all Underland. Tweedle DD was without a doubt one of the most brutal, bloody and savage catfighters in all Underland. As an underling to the Walrus she was closer to a distant second or third as a fighter. As for her being a Hunter & Slaver, Tweedle DD was one of the best. She was also one of the dumbest people in the whole of Underland if not equally tied for fifth place.

The Walrus charged hard and fast she never even noticed the change in Alice’s size. **** swayed back and forth side to side as she ran full bore at Alice. She lunged at the Amazon her sharp nails lashed out. Alice dropped down slightly in stride and the gray skinned slaver lost sight of her for a second. Alice struck the Walrus hard under her chin with a brutal upper cut. The slavers head snapped back with the punch.

As Alice’s feet touched the ground again she jumped up. This time she slammed her knee into the smallish nose of the gray skinned slaver *****. The Walrus woman crashed to the ground holding her face. Alice turned to face the Duchess as Tweedle DD charged her with clothesline. Alice grabbed her arm and yanked her through in an arm bar hold as the Duchess attacked.

The Duchess swung her fist in a straight-line punch striking Alice in the cheek and jaw. Alice’s head shook sideways from the blow. She released the arm bar on the blond slaver then she turned and struck the Duchess fast. Alice chopped an open hand V strike catching the Duchess in the small of her throat. Instantly the huge woman’s hand went for her throat she gasps for air but can’t get any. The tall Earth amazon quickly grabbed the Duchess by her hair and yanked her head down. Alice slams her right knee up smashing her face with a loud >>CRACK<<.

Blood splattered everywhere as the Duchess nose disappeared. Her head shot back with a snap as she sunk to her knees. Alice savagely slammed her knee once more into the Duchess face with a loud >>CRACK<< blood splattered everywhere. The Duchess dropped to the ground backwards on the battlefield knees folded with her feet under her butt.

The Earth amazon turned to face the Walrus and Tweedle DD. The blond slaver tackled Alice to the ground sinking her claws into the Earth amazons’ breasts. Alice grabbed the blond by her hair and yanked the big titted *****’s head sideways. She screamed out a wailing yelp. The Alice chopped the DD ***** across the throat crushing her larynx. The slaver choked and gasped as she reached for her throat. Alice kicked her off to the side as the gray skinned muscle slaver lunged then leaped.

Alice rolled out of the way as the heavy 7’ tall lunged for a body slam. Her missed attack slams down hard on the blond DD slaver. Blood gushes from the blonds’ chest as her breasts are crushed open in rips. Tweedle DD’s head cracked hard on the ground bones break as the 480lbs tough skinned Walrus woman flattens her blond underling.

Alice leaped on the back of the gray skinned slaver grabbing the thick heavy black hair ponytail. She yanked back on the rope like pony tail pulling her head back. Alice wrapped the rope like hair around the slavers neck tight then tied the knot. The Walrus woman got up on her hands and knees as Alice grabbed her ears.

Savagely, Alice smashed her knee into the slaver cunts face over and over. The gray skinned ***** peed as her body quivered and shook. The Slave mistress face was gone, replaced by a bloody mush as Alice twisted her head nearly off her shoulders.

Tweedle DD stood on shaky legs still dazed and bleeding from being body slammed by her ally. She faced Alice and wobbled a charge her claws out to rip into the Earth amazons’ breasts. Alice turned with a spin kick catching DD in her abs. The blond bends over gasping for air as Alice grips her left breast in a death clutch. Her fingers dig in deep finding the split open tears in her breasts Alice yanks the left breast apart tearing it to shreds on Tweedle DD chest. The blond wailed in hellish agony as Alice rips her huge mammary glands from her body in fleshy tatters.

Alice stomps on the blond’s head finishing her once and for all gray matter bone and blood crush everywhere. The Earth amazon looks at the dead bodies of the Walrus and Tweedle DD before she turns her attention to the White Queen. Alice started to walk towards her as she sensed some one behind her.

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[h=Chapter XII The Duchess, the hatter and the Knave]6[/h]
It was and always had been the traditional custom on this planet for all assailants to fight nude, males, females, everyone, so that they all had the same advantages and victory would be due to skill, not to subterfuge or weapons. Since the Nuclear war and Chemical warfare that had so damaged the planet and society upon it wars had virtually reverted to medieval style wars.

Pissed off, the Duchess got to her feet seeing red she charged Alice. Her fist raised she swings her well muscled arm and fist at Alice’s head. The Duchess’s fist misses Alice’s face as her forearm hammers Alice in the side of her face. The Duchess’s forearm muscle hit Alice in the jaw and ear slapping her sideways. Alice rolled over the broken body of Tweedle DD as she tried to get to her feet.

As Alice battled beside her lover, the Hatter, her toned powerful body rippling with every movement, her long black hair flying, her huge breasts flying as she fought, the Hatter was inspired to fight his way towards his Nemesis, Jack of Hearts, now Jack of the White Queen since he had killed the other Jack. The Hatters own toned body looked Godlike as he battled beside his Goddess, his 10 inch ****, now extended to a full 12 inches, influenced by his closeness to Alice, and fully erect at 80 or 90 degrees oozed white *** from his 2 inch (7” circumference) thick **** end.

The Duchess on her wobbly legs lunged again at Alice, this time diving for her knees first. Alice rolled sideways left. Her shoulder roll came up to her knees as the Duchess landed on top of the dead body of Tweedle DD. Alice chopped back with a knife-hand strike, her chop hitting the side of the Duchess’s neck >>SMACK<<. The Duchess cringed as Alice’s hand chopped down on her trapezium muscle.

The Earth amazon spun quickly with her left elbow catching the Duchess across her right eye. Alice leaped on the Duchess’s back she quickly grabbed the Duchess by her wrists. Alice then pulled her well muscled arm back in a test of strength till they were behind her back. The huge Earth amazon placed her knee in the middle of the Duchess’s back between her shoulder blades and pulled. Alice works her foot up keeping pressure on the setting surfboard.

As the Hatter waded into battle, man on man, adopting martial arts stances with every punch or hit he delivered or took to head, body, **** and balls. His heavy **** bobbed and swung at around 45 degrees and constantly shot streams of *** forwards at his enemy, covering each man he fought with his semen.

This was guaranteed as he was so excited at watching Alice and the Duchess fight, bit he had to be careful to watch what he was doing lest some opportunist tries to kill him; His grapefruit sized balls came in for some kicking and punching from assailants, but he dished it out too rupturing some men’s balls and completely destroying some in violent explosions of blood, skin, gonads, tubes and sperm, and literally ripping some ***** out by their roots, leaving the unfortunate man’s balls hanging and heaving as the ruined testicles continued to pump sperm out.

A bruised cheek, bruised right eye socket and cheekbone and jaw, split skin on his forehead, fists arms and pecs and bruised balls were evidence of the ferocity with which the Hatter fought. Covered in a hundred men’s *** and blood he spotted his Nemesis, Jack, a head above his compatriots, but as equally bloody. Knocking the last man out of the way her stood, sweat blood and *** dripping from is muscular body, he faced Jack, at last, some 10 feet away.

Many not in the fight yet watched intently as the woman from Earth took apart each of her opponents. Alice was systematically destroying some of Underland’s most feared and terrifying warrior catfighters. The women who had been used for years to instil fear and inflict pain for the Queen’s of Underland’s and their different Kingdoms were being slaughtered on the battlefield.

Alice had placed her knee in the middle of the Duchess’s back between her shoulder blades and pulled. Alice worked her foot up keeping pressure on the setting surfboard. The Duchess screamed in hellish agony as Alice pressed the hold. She wailed in terror as the black haired amazon stomped down between her shoulder blades. The Hatter came again as he saw this, and so, by the way, did Jack of Knaves. For years the Duchess has been one of the Queen of Hearts most feared soldiers. Next to the Jack of Hearts or the White Queen there were none more vicious in battle. Yet here on the battlefield she was in the last stage of her catfight with Alice. She was being made to show how weak her fighting skills were and death was waiting to take her.

Alice pulled back with placing more pressure on the Duchess’s arms. >>CRUNCH, SNAP, POP<< Alice felt both shoulders tear and pull from their sockets as the Duchess wailed again in hellish agony. Chills ran down some of the warriors backs of the opposing side of the White Queens fighters who watched in horror.

The White Queen however covered the ground in a massive ******, she had patently enjoyed seeing Alice rip the Duchess apart. Then she again had another massive ****** as she watched Alice tear out the uterus from the Duchesses bloody crotch. Then she had a third massive ****** as the Earth amazon ripped off each massive bloody *** from the Duchesses chest.

She quivered and shook at the amount of pain the Duchess was in as the powerful Earth woman tore each bloody ripped mammary gland away. Blood covered their bodies and she quivered then shook again. At this point both Jack and the Hatter were virtually paralysed with ******* as they both came powerfully.

The White Queen's soldiers looked at her with fear and some of them looked at her with disgust. Other's just orgasmed at the sight. They watched her as she enjoyed the death of her underling. Finally after many years of searching the White Queen had found someone she envisioned as a great warrior maybe her equal.

She of course felt that she was far more superior to the Earth woman in every way. But still the White Queen hoped that this Alice as everyone called her would give her at least some challenge. Overly confident in her skills as a warrior and catfighter the White Queen stripped away her leather harness, fur cape and what little bit of clothing she had on.

The Hatter's fists were clenched tight as he prepared to run at Jack, and Jack had the same idea. Both men ran and collided full on, their chests, abs and groins slammed together, their erect *****es taking one **** of a slam and getting pushed vertical as they clashed, each rock hard **** pointing skywards as they rubbed cruelly on each other, tearing at their skin and burning it as friction did its damage.

Neither got knocked backwards, there was just a huge <<WHAP>> as they collided and two fountains of *** squirting up between them. Gripping each other’s arms by their muscles, skin, bones, anything, they began to slam their groins at each other, **** heads smashing together, long vein filled penile shafts looking fit to burst as they pounded their unequal sized ***** like hard swollen poles, veins bulging and blackened as they threatened to burst. Jack’s being literally twice the length of the Hatter’s hung heavier, which made it more susceptible to attack and very soon the Hatter had burst several capillaries causing black blood blisters to erupt along its length.

But still the men fought, their half skinned **** ends ramming each other's balls with their hard, purple **** ends. Their testicles surged with every stab into their firm mass. Though painful, the testicles were also stimulated beyond belief and as they writhed and surged, they spewed out streams of thick white sperm cumming in pulses and covering each other's body in the thick creamy stuff. The men's balls swung as they smashed them together over and over until the veins were raised like cables on them.

The men convulsed as they ejaculated over and over; they both fought for the fantastic sexy body of their former, now dead lover the red queen, and gripping arms, necks, even legs, tearing sinews and muscles and bashing each other's balls they threw each other to the floor where they rolled through the bloody mud and sperm, pounding each other’s bodies and mauling each other’s sperm and blood soaked ***** and balls in an effort to injure them, but with all the bloody brawling going on around them, each man endeavoured to get to his feet as quickly as possible where the focus of their mutual hatred remained each other’s genitals, the aim being to emasculate each other. They grabbed and tore at the enemies offending bulging balls and ****, the natural herb each man had taken, having the same effect as Viagra to keep their rods supremely stiff, only 10 times more potent

Alice ripped the Duchess breasts from her chest. The massive bloody **** dropped on the blood soaked ground in front of the Duchess. The massive bloody **** landed next to the Duchess’s uterus. To leave no doubt about if this big ***** was truly dead she savagely broke her neck. Alice let the evil ***** fall to the battle field floor. Her rag tag army of rebels cheered and started to engage the other side in battle.

Away to his left flank the Hatter sees the only figures towering above the rest of the battlefield, those few warriors of the White Queen, having taken the remaining meagre amounts of growth cake, ranging in sizes up to 30 feet tall being tackled by the only other armed troop on the battlefield, the renegade White King’s Cavalry using lances, spears and swords to cut down the giants, massive body parts and massive amounts of blood flying everywhere, only for some of the giants to regenerate. Finally some troops had the idea to incinerate the giants as they felled them and the stench of death and burning flesh amidst the foul smoke wafted across the battlefield amid the horrific cries of pain, agony and anger.

Both Jack’s and the Hatter’s ***** were the same thickness; so length ceased to have any meaning, except to be an impediment. The Hatter’s **** proved to be the strongest because it was half the length and as they battled sword fence style it Was Jack’s **** which was *******d to a bloody mess. Suddenly Jack jumped backwards, his **** crooked at 90 degrees as it literally snapped in half.

Blood from the thick spongy corpus cavernosi was filling up the broken and swelling penile shaft and blood and *** oozed from his now ragged **** end as the glands ***** membrane hung in bloody sheets. His adrenalin-fuelled body hardly felt the pain though as he leapt forwards to grab the Hatter’s ***** shaft in one huge hand and began punching his **** end with the other.

The furious Hatter now gripped Jack’s and both *** covered sweating men pulled each other around on the circle trying to twist and tear each other’s **** off, they screamed and roared at each other as they fought. Jack grinned with bloody broken teeth as he enjoyed torturing the Hatter and wrenched at his shaft. Veins began to rupture in the Hatter’s shaft, his **** end was a lump of flesh and blood with membrane hanging from it, but all the more that Jack pulled, the more the Hatter’s **** ejaculated hot ***, at least indicating that his **** was still functional.

The Hatter uppercut Jack’s rugby ball sized testicles and tore into them with his nails, tearing lumps of flesh and veins out until one huge testicle fell from the ball sac and hung, swinging on the end of its spermatic cord, the tube looking ready to snap. Jack stood back with his reproductive organ effectively destroyed and lunged at the Hatter’s scrotum (ball sac). Blood pours from it, but he pounds his knee into Jacks smashed and torn balls until the spermatic cord of one, then the other swinging obscenity, snaps.

Jack staggers back and forth, now pulling and twisting on the Hatter’s still firmly erect ***** in an effort to rip it off and trampling on his own testicles on the bloody floor. The hatter is firmly gripping Jack’s now broken ***** and twisting the shaft up and sideways falls back with his full weight ripping Jack’s shaft out by the roots. Tubes and veins hang out everywhere as what looks like gallons of blood erupts from the remains.

The Hatter lies for a few moments on the blood soaked ground, the overpowering stench of blood, **** and bodily fluids, sickening. Looking at the torn off organ in his hand, the Hatter does not move quickly enough before Jack’s massive body falls on top of him, dead, ironically protecting him as other men from either side swarm in kicking and punching at them.

The White Queen rushed at Alice, her fists raised, but she changes her attack at the last second, -- the Queen jumped, leaping at Alice in a cross body tackle and Alice responded by catching the Queen ***** in the middle of her leap. Alice hooked her right arm around the White Queen's neck and shoved her fingers into the Queens open vulva. The raven-haired amazon spins into a sidewalk body slam as they crash to the bloody ground.

Alice shoved her fingers deeper into the White *****’s **** as she tightened her grip on the White cunts neck. Gasping for air the Queen franticly hits Alice’s back and sides trying to break out desperately from the hold she is in. Alice releases the hold only to get to her feet. The Queen instantly sees this as a tactic of a cowardly fighter lacking in honor.

The Queen starts to get up and speaks loudly as she does so. “HA! You are a coward see how you retreat in the face of a superior warrior. You’re nothing but a filthy little coward, a common dog among real warriors. Go put your clothes back on you filthy ****!” she blusters at Alice. Standing with her hands on her hips she starts to berate and belittle Alice “I will not be bullied by a snivelling little ***** like you, you filthy scum!”

Alice savagely punches the Queen in her guts. Her fist drives deep into the White Queens’ un- tightened abs. The Queen gasps for air and Alice grabs her right wrist and forces her into an arm bar hold. Quickly Alice snaps a brutal kick into her face. Then she performs a flawless AX kick catching the back of the Queen Head and neck >>SMACK- CRACK<<. The White queen crashes into the bloody ground face first.

Alice responds to her belittling speech “Get up you big ****, I’m not done with you yet. You want a brawl I can brawl too.” Alice hissed as she stood ready to fight.

The Queen got up to her hands and knees. She started to monologue yet again Alice saw the trap and waited she knew better than to try that a second time. The Queen started in with “Clearly I under estimated your abilities to fight your only slightly better than a ***** in a battle” she said with malice.

Alice shrugged she knew what the Queen was trying to do and she reversed it on her “White Queen my *** they should call you the red **** face ****!” Alice laughed at her.

The Queen charged again this time with savage kicks aimed at Alice’s breasts. Alice stood her ground as the first two kicks nailed her **** hard smacking them back and forth. Alice didn’t flinch as the Queens right foot lifted her heavy left breast up on her chest and her right heel smashed her right breast into her ribcage. The Queen followed up with two brutal punches hitting Alice in the face with a right and left cross. Her head rocked sideways both times as she took a step back to balance herself.

The Queen smiled pleased with her brutal attacks on the Earth amazon. Alice licked the blood off her claws and smiled at the Queen. “Now it's my turn ****!” Alice smiled.

Alice slashed her nails down the Queens huge breasts digging bloody welts her first try. She savagely kicked at the same time smashing her foot into the White Queen's **** >>WHAM<<. She dug her claws in the sides of the Queens huge ******** and yanked her close. Alice slammed a head butt into the Queens nose >>>CRACK<<< her eyes started to turn colors almost instantly. Blood ran down from her nose and mouth splattering her breasts.

The White Queen staggered back a few feet trying to stay on her feet. Never before had she ever been hit like that in battle. Never before had she ever fought a woman like this. Usually by now she had most women begging for their pathetic excuses of lives on the fighting room floor or battlefields. Not this one she was a force to be reckoned with no wonder the other had trouble with her; they were outmatched in every sense of the word.

She was patient, she didn’t rush, not because she couldn’t but because she enjoyed the fight. Only now did the Queen see Alice for what she really was and she sneered at it. She had been told many centuries before that a warrior of truth, honor and love would kill her on the battlefield unless she changed. She killed the old gypsy that told her that. She sold her soul and merged her body with the dragon Jabberwocky it would be her last surprise.

Fearing that she might one day be defeated in battle she sold her soul to the Blood Lakes Demon Nag’ karri- O’ tofu. The Demon of the Blood Souls gave her the contract and she signed without hesitation with only three catches to the contract. First: 300 souls per year were devoured in the pit. Second: She and her kind would eat the bodies to be devoured as proof of their commitment to him. Third: The Jabberwocky would merge with her dormant till the prophecy came true. The White Queen would be reborn from the remains as the invincible Jabberwocky.

She smiled as she shook the pain and cobwebs out of her head. She wished she had left the leather harness on she had weapons in it that might have helped her if this fight ends badly for her. She circled Alice to the left of her. For the first time since she laid eyes on the Earth woman she had not realized how big this ***** was. The Queen guessed that she was almost her size. Grant it that she was not as tall as the Queen she had her beat hands down in muscle mass.

The Queen faked a lunge into her opponents’ breasts. Alice did not respond to it either she knew the Queen was faking the attack or she was too slow to care. The Queen lunged in again this time clawing slashes at the young cunts **** she would tear them off her chest and eat them with her eggs for breakfast; or maybe dinner that night after the battle was won. The Queens nails slashed down across Alice’s breasts adding to the many thick scars that covered her breasts and body.

Alice’s uppercut came in fast catching the Queen under her chin. With her mouth open as she attacked her jaw chomped up like a bear trap. Her own teeth cut the tip of her tongue off blood filled her mouth. The Queens first front teeth shattered as Alice fist pulled back.

As if in slow motion the battle crawled in Alice’s mind she played out each move as it happened in real time. The raven-haired amazon jumps up with a snap kick and catches the Queen in the center of her chest between her massive *****. The Queen gasped hard as she fell backwards knocked over on her ***.

Alice took up a defensive stance her right foot sweeps back in a T formation left hand open with claws out and right in fist guard. She circled to the right of the White Queen right foot behind left foot tiger style in a sweeping glide. The White Queen had never seen that style of catfighting before. Alice’s took slow even breath’s she pushed her heart rate down.

The Queen got to her feet slowly keeping Alice in her eye sight at all times. The Queen flexed her body showing off all her muscles she wasn’t very tone. She cupped her breasts and then flexed her muscles again.

The White Queen looked up across the battlefield to her side and saw that the Queen of Clubs and her army had not started to engage in the battle yet. The Mad Hatter was still fighting in the field of battle, though she could not see the Jack of Knaves; The Hatter indicated that Jack was dead. The Heart suit’s soldiers were busy engaging the foot soldiers of the opposing side.

The Queen flexed and posed as she began to monologue yet again. “I’m just getting warmed up you little ****. What I’m going to do to you now all of Underland will know their hopes of freedom die today with you little *****!” she screamed.

The Queen launched a kick Alice blocked the kick. Then Alice blocked the next kick then another followed by several brutal punches. Alice slapped about all of the Queens wild windmill style punches. After being on the defensive end of the Queen’s assault Alice had, had enough of playing defense. Thinking that she had gotten the better of Alice this round the Queen pressed her attack further.

Savagely the Queen threw several quick chops back and forth at Alice’s breasts. This was followed up by a sloppy side kick catching Alice in the side of the left thigh >>SMACK<<. Alice accepted the two quick chops and the kick she took a step back and then attacked. The White Queen barely saw the attacks coming.

Alice kicked back hard and fast at the Queen striking her square on her ****. Fire exploded in her vulva travelling up her spine. Alice upper cut the white ***** between her huge breasts her fist connecting with the Queens chin. A solid >>CRACK<< was heard. Alice followed up with a left elbow strike into the Queens nose and a combine knee thrust into her abs.

The Queen fell for the second time on the battlefield. She fought back desperately punching Alice in her breasts and face several times. Alice fired back punch after punch trading blows with the White Queen. Alice twisted her fist in with each punch knuckles tore skin as she *******d the Queen **** left and right. The Queen hammered punches into Alice breast and face but her strength was fading fast.

Without mercy Alice climbed on the Queen driving her to the ground. She started slashing her nails across the Queen breasts in deep scratching rips. The Queen wail in terror as Alice pinned the Queen arms behind her back as she mounted the White Queens abs. Savagely she pounded the Queens face and eyes. The White Queen nose disappeared in a spray of bloody mush. Alice then dug into her breasts ripping them open as she ripped veins from the tubules.

The Queen gurgles loudly a bone-chilling wail of hellish agony as Alice chewed her ******s off in gory displays of female brutality. Alice slammed her fist into her sternum bone breaking the Xyphoid Process clean driving it into her heart.

The Queen gasps as her heart falters it feels like it stops to her. The pain was like a knife blade digging in her heart. Alice turned her attention to shredding the Queen's breasts on her chest. She brutally dug her fingers in to the massive breast tissue and tears it with malice ripping and ruining the once beautiful massive orbs.

Tearing a massive piece of breast tissue out of each breast Alice stands up holding the remains of both of the White Queen's breast. She drops them on the White Queen chest then she stomps on the Queen's chest busting her sternum. The battlefield of Underland fell silent both sides watch as Alice stood covered in blood over the White Queens bloody broken corpse.

Alice took a few steps toward the Queen's army the fighting had stopped on the battlefield. The shout started to ring out across the war like landscape. “The White Queen is dead! The White Queen is no more she has fallen in battle! The Queen is dead!” the armies echoed the shouts across both lines. The rebels cautiously backed up as the card suits withdrew back to their side of the field.

A big man he fought earlier drags Jack’s dead body off of the Hatter to get a better punch at the Hatter, but the Hatter is not finished yet and rises up with a devastating punch to the balls of his assailant. The man groans and falls across him, he bites this man’s balls off while the man chews at his scrotum (ball sac). He feels the dying man squeezing on his venous shaft until a vein ruptures. The man rolls away, dead, and gets trampled by other battling bodies, men and women, on the battlefield. The steel tipped hooves of the White King’s ‘Lion and Unicorn’ Cavalry pound the ground, mashing the fallen warriors beneath their feet

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[h=Chapter XIII The Jabberwocky]5[/h]
Alice called out to the Hatter as he ripped the bloody **** from the broken body of the Jack of Hearts. Covered in blood and sperm the Hatter dropped the broken **** on the Red Knaves face as he walked to the side of his amazon. Alice looked over to the side where the opposing army still stood in formed lines. The White Queens army was in disarray some of them had started to fall back while others held the line formation. Alice wondered why they were waiting if their Queen had fallen.

The Queen of Spades always wanted to know if the legend of the White Queen was true. Did the White Queen actually sell her soul in exchange for an unnatural immortality? Did the Queen really strike a deal with the Blood Lakes demon Nag’ karri-O’ tofu, did she really merge her body with the dragon demon Jabberwocky? Was the contract she signed really in blood? The Queen of Spades wanted to see if any of the legend was true. Had she swore her allegiances to a false Queen of Underland? She had to know if the story was true. She told the army to hold their positions.

Alice waited on the field wondering if the Queen of Spades was going to charge; or to see if one of the other surviving Queens would make a play to seize power themselves. Minutes passed neither sides army moved they held their positions waiting for orders. Alice glanced over to the dead body of the White Queen lying on the battlefield. She wondered if their hierarchy was in the correct order. Had she killed the wrong Queen in power? The Cheshire cat had taken a great deal of time explaining the order of succession in Underland.

Each of the Queens had her court which was set up in a military chain of command: Field Marshals, Generals, Lt. Generals, Major Generals, Brigadier Generals, Lt. Colonel, Captains, Majors, and Lieutenants. Each was at the beck and call of their Queens. And they each ruled their sector of Underland

Apparently the rule was only the Queen could rule. The Kings in Underland were merely figureheads. The order of rulers was set up from most powerful to least powerful in this order. First was the Queen of Hearts, Second: The White Queen & (Black Queen but she had fought against their type of Kingdome for centuries.) The next in order was the Queen of Spades, followed by the Queen of Diamonds then the Queen of Clubs.

Torn off breasts, testicles, *****’s and *****es periodically rain to the blood, ***, **** and **** soaked ground around the Hatter as he struggles to get off the slimy blood soaked ground, fighters trip over him, male and female and he kills them where they lay. Squirming fighting bodies’ roll around the floor in arcs of blood and ***, screams and shouts assault his ears. Soon, ribs and bones are broken by the trampling feet of many other fighters. The battlefield is now feet deep in dismembered bodies; the hatter drags himself from under the mass, his eyes searching for his one True Love, his Goddess, and Alice.

Alice glanced back at the body of the White Queen. Maybe she had made a mistake about who she had fought. Could the White Queen have been an impostor? Alice heard something that didn’t sound right coming from the White Queens body. She looked back again this time she stared in horror and disbelief at what she saw. The Cheshire cat appeared next to Alice. She whispered the name Jabberwocky into Alice’s ear. Alice looked at the dead body as it moved on the ground like it was being eaten from within.

“What the **** is going on?” Alice asked the Cheshire cat in a hushed tone. The Cat disappeared leaving only her mouth and eyes floating in mid air.

“The rumours were apparently all true. The White Queen did indeed make a deal with the demon Nag’ karri-O’ tofu. The Jabberwocky is a demon dragon that merged with the Queen for what she was lacking. If she should fall or died you see; her bloody oath would come to be.” The Cat responded to Alice’s question. Her head floated in thin air but she didn’t have a visible body.

Alice looked at her deeply their eyes locked “How do I kill it?” she asked. The Cheshire cat said nothing. Her body appeared and she smiled very broadly showing her very sharp teeth. “I hope you will respect me in the morning.” She said as she squeezed her big breasts hard and sprayed Alice in the face and covered her breasts with her milk. The stream of milk from the Cat ******s was not thin and weak. The milk from the Cheshire cat’s breasts was like the nozzle of a water gun. She sprayed Alice from head to toe.

The breast milk from the Cheshire cat was like that of cold buttermilk in flavor unexpected but not terrible. Alice suddenly felt a very odd sensation wash over her body her breasts and body were tingling. Alice kissed the Cheshire cat before she disappeared “I always do you sexy *****.”

The Hatter looked back at Alice wondering what their next plan of action was going to be. “You go and gather the troops, rally them on our side. You may need to be the second line of defense.” She said as she kissed him deeply. The Hatter and she held each other for only a few second but it felt like forever in his arms to Alice she longed to be there with him forever.

“Go on get them together I’ll deal with this *****.” Alice said as she smacked his *** as he left. Alice turned to see the horror that was forming from the White Queens remains. The body of the Queen moved and twisted in on its self. It was clear that something was inside of the Queens dead body. Something was moving and growing as it ate the husk of the corpse from inside out. Everything twisted and turned as whatever creature the Jabberwocky was ate the dead Queen.

Slowly the head emerged eating the body ravenously the mouth chew with fangs for teeth. It reminded Alice of a nature film where the park rangers feed the alligators. The tongue lapped up the blood licking everything clean. The rest of the body pulled its way out of the corpse that held the proto-pocket dimension. The Jabberwocky didn’t stop eating until the White Queens corpse was all gone.

The Dragon ***** or Jabberwocky as everyone called it was a she. She stood 7’6” tall weighted every bit of 480lbs Alice figured with a rough guess. Every bit of her was well muscled and tone. Her breasts sat proudly and high on her chest Alice guess she was at least an H cup if not bigger. She had four arms each arm ended with a three finger hand that had an opposable thumb. To top off all of her dragon like looks the ***** had a tail also. There was no mistaking that the Jabberwocky was a hybrid between a human wannabe ***** Goddess and a Dragon from the pit. Alice just hoped she didn’t breathe fire.

The Jabberwocky flexed her four arms and lashed her tail. Her pectoral flexed making her **** bounce. Her eyes adjusted to the light of the surface of Underland she shook out her hair and looked at the battlefield.

She wasted no time in making demands of the whole of Underland. “Bow down to your Queen or DIE!” she roared loudly. The Queen of Spades and her army along with that of the Queen of Hearts and all of the card suits took to one knee. The rebel army stood fat on shaky legs terrified of the Jabberwocky’s appearance and arrival.

The Dragon ***** turned her attention toward them and bellowed her demand again. “Bow before your new Queen or DIE!” she roared again. Alice addressed the Dragon woman with her own wit and charm “Hey **** breath why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Alice said as she cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. She knew this ***** wasn’t going down without one **** of a fight she smiled.

The Jabberwocky turned to face Alice she scoffed at Alice “You think you can actually challenge a GODDESS you filthy little ***** of Underland?” she laughed at Alice.

The Hatter turned and closed his eyes then muttered under his breath “She shouldn’t have said that.” Alice fists clenched her muscles tightened she involuntarily flexed her pectoral muscles causing her breasts to jump as she walked. Her thoughts were that she didn’t care how big this **** was she was going to rip her dam head off. Alice walked over as the Dragon ***** chuckled loudly.

The Dragon Queen had been formed from the bodies of the now dead White Queen and the demon Jabberwocky. The half immortal White Queen was a power hungry & mad sociopath that enjoyed killing for pleasure. Then we have the Jabberwocky a hellish demon from the Blood Lakes area that lusted from sadistic pleasure of killing any opponent, feeding off their fear as she tore them apart slowly.

Her body was magnificent in tone and muscle with claws on the knuckles of each fist as well as her talon-like nails. She enjoyed eating the children more they were the best. Mostly because they were fearful and their bodies were consequently soft and sweet to eat. She too was a sociopath that love and lusted after the terror of the kill. Together they made the newly reincarnated Jabberwocky the Queen of the Dragon clan.

“You might have beaten me as the White Queen, but you're no match for me as the Jabberwocky you rebel *****!” the Dragon said as she circled with Alice slashing viciously at her with her dragon claws and barbed tail, which was armed with razor wire-like barbs,

Everyone around and behind the Hatter was now dead, but he now sees his lover Alice, facing an unspeakably hideous dragon, the two massive females begin tearing with fierce abandon into each other. The bloody spectacle is horrifying, but he is compelled to watch.

The Dragon lunged at the Earth amazon lashing her tail, slashing her legs and butt as she threw two right hand punches at the raven haired beauties left side. Alice blocked the top fist but missed the second fist that slammed deep into her left breast tearing the flesh.

Alice staggered back as the Dragon Queen’s Tail lashed at her left side. Alice caught it under her arm and the raven-haired beauty wrenched the tail up and sideways as she brought her knee up and her side down. The Jabberwocky yelped in pain as that section of her tail cracked over Alice’s knee. The pained Dragon ***** chopped back with a back two back hand fists. Alice released the ******* tail and spun left with the fist missing her just barely a millimetre. The amazon rolled down and back up on her feet to face the Jabberwocky.

Alice was taken by surprise, as the Dragon ***** was right on top of her. Instinct took over no thought was made as Alice attach the Queen **** without thinking about it. She kneed the ***** square in her very visible **** the hood was resting back from the red ?”size nub.

Alice crushed the fleshy tissue back it into the Dragon ******* pubic bone. Alice then head butted the ***** in the chin. The Jabberwocky staggered back a little. Her blood red glowing eyes flared with hate.

“How dare you touch my body you filthy little ****!” she charged Alice hard. The Jabberwocky had an unnatural advantage of Alice as she came in swinging her clawed fists. She had four arms and a tail still verses Alice only having two arms. Alice spent more time blocking punches than throwing them.

For a few minutes Alice frustrated the Dragon Queen by successfully blocking every punch she threw at her. To the Jabberwocky, Alice was doing the impossible. No one had ever stopped all of her attacks in combat before. Even before she had ever been made to merge with the White Queen no one had ever even came close to besting her. Yet here on the battlefield this common woman was holding her own against her.

The Dragon Queen whipped her tail around again catching Alice in the right side of her ribs this time >>SMACK<<. Alice staggered sideways from the whip like attack. The Dragon ******* tail hit her like a small tree truck. The Jabberwocky laughed and charged again.

Alice quickly dove between the Dragon cunts legs and grabbed her tail. She wrapped her legs around it as she shoved her fist inside the Queens vulva. The Dragon bellowed in anguish that she had been violated in such a manner. Again never before had she faced a woman like this.

For 300,000 years she had fought and killed every woman she had faced with ease. She had never lost a battle. Then 300 years ago the Demon Nag’ karri-O’ tofu had made her merge with the White Queen as part of a blood oath a contract. The White Queen had a form of limited immortality. She claimed she had never been defeated in battle. It seemed like a good fit at the time but now the Jabberwocky wondered.

Alice fist plunged deep in the Dragons ***** she hammered her with twisting punches inside. Blood ran down Alice’s forearm as she worked her fist like a hammer. The Queen and Alice had fallen to the ground. The Dragon used her top two arms to try and pry Alice leg scissors off of her tail. Meanwhile she savagely pounded on Alice’s breast and face as they fought on the ground in a very dirty manner, blood flying everywhere from both battle cats. This was becoming a blinding red bloodbath.

The Queen could not perform a leg scissors around her opponent with her fist shoved so far up in her ******, blood gushing along Alice’s arm. Alice was blocking one of her punches and raping her ****** with her claws inside her. The Dragon screamed in anger “let go of me you little ****!” she grabbed Alice by her right breast and sunk her four claws in. Fresh blood poured out of the fresh holes.

Alice smiled as her blood gushed and she released the hold on the Dragon Queen’s tail. She then savagely ripped her balled up fist out of her ****** taking part of her cervix with her fist. The Jabberwocky wailed in agony as she kicked Alice back while holding her ***** blood gushed out like a faucet.

The close combat fighting had been brutal, the Dragons extra two clawed fists had proven to be most effective. Alice legs were scratched a bleeding as well as her breasts and face. Alice, however had gotten in her attacks as well. The Jabberwocky was bleeding from her nose and mouth and right ****** as well as heavily bleeding from her ******.

Alice realized if she was going to win this fight she needed to change her fighting style slightly. She needed to treat the Jabberwocky as though she was fighting two people instead of just one. Alice thought to herself for a second Tiger style mixed with Dragon Style. Then she would be able to catfight her after she wore her down.

Alice crouched and her hand formed the iron paw strike. Her feet and leg swept back like the dragons’ tail with a wide stance. She circled the Queen on her right as they glared at each other. The Queen was pissed off she was so angry at the way this little **** had fought her. She Queen took up the royal fighting stance of the Dragon army used in well over 10,000 battles no one could defeat this combat style. The Demon Dragons of old never lost in a physical battle.

Jabberwocky took up what looked like a spinning claw attack. Alice had seen the style used before but the practitioner was not very successful. It was a perfect fighting style for someone with four arms and a tail. That’s why humans don’t use the style that much. Unless you had the ability to spin in the arcing style fast enough to perform the entire fist strikes with the kicking combinations; the style was futile. Every style has its weakness; Alice wondered if the Dragon **** knew what the weakness of her form was.

This style’s weakness was a mixture of Eagle and Monkey style.
Alice changed her stance and became loose as she rolled forward on her shoulder. The strike was all in the timing and she wanted to see how much this **** knew. She rolled over the tail barely missing it as she leaped up grabbing the Jabberwocky by her arm she swung up. Alice breasts collided with the Jabberwocky’s breasts. Alice blocked the first arm as the fist from the second hit her right breast. She swung sideways left grabbing the first left arm full body swing her left leg hooks the dragons left arm. Alice strikes her on the top of her head Eagle strike iron claw.

The Jabberwocky bites down hard her jaw clenches as Alice’s iron claw strike pounds her head with a hollow >>POP<<. Instantly the Dragon saw stars from the hit. Alice hooked her right leg around the Jabberwocky’s second right arm as she placed the Jabberwocky in a modified full nelson hold. The Dragon felt the pressure on her neck as Alice pressed down. She locked the Jabberwocky’s second set of arms behind her back.

The Jabberwocky found herself in a position she had never been before. Panicked, the Dragon ***** tried to lash back and hit Alice, but she couldn’t get the right position on her tail to hit the amazon on her back. Desperate, she tried the only thing she could do. She jumped back and pounded Alice into the ground to try and break the full nelson hold. They landed hard leaving an impact crater in the battlefield. The ground trembled slightly as they landed hard in the blood soaked mud.

Alice tensed up as they hit the ground. The Queen was heavier than she looked, - Alice took a deep breath as the Queen rolled over again. The raven-haired beauty held on to the hold. The Jabberwocky got to her feet and jumped up higher this time. Again, Alice twisted and broke her hold at the last second as the Dragon slammed herself into the ground >>THOOM<<.

The Earth amazon rolled to her feet crouching down in a tiger stance. The Jabberwocky got to her feet almost instantly. She rushed Alice with unnatural speed as she struck. Alice could only manage a grappling shoulder throw. The Dragon ***** grabbed her hair and crotch as Alice grabbed her second arm and yanked her over they rolled to a bloody stop with Alice on top of the Jabberwocky. The raven haired beauty slammed her fist down hard on the Dragons nose, -- blood splattered everywhere.

The Jabberwocky grabbed each of Alice’s huge breasts and twisted them in different directions. Alice screamed out and the Dragon **** laughed. Alice gripped the Jabberwocky’s right wrists and twisted her fingers back with a quick snap. The Dragon yelped as Alice snapped her top right wrist and forearms back.

The Jabberwocky saw blood spurt as bone tore through skin. Alice chopped her in the throat with a knife hand strike. The Jabberwocky gasped for air as she threw Alice by her breasts over head then kicked her to the side a few yards away. Alice landed back in the impact pit covered in blood and mud. She got unsteadily to her feet and walked to the Dragon who was gasping for air.

Desperately she called out for growth cake but none was to be had no one on the battlefield had growth cake. Alice covered the blood soaked ground and her feet sunk in as she stepped in the bloody mush. The Dragon lashed her tail at Alice. The amazon saw the fleshy trunk limb swing her way she caught it under her left side arm with a solid >>SMACK<< of muscle on muscle.

Alice savagely snapped a kick up into the tail hard catching it mid length. Then she quickly yanked it up and dropped down in a stomp, folding the tail in half with a sickening >>CRACK<<. The fleshy tail broke in a clean folded break. The Jabberwocky wailed for the first time in hellish agony.

The Dragon kicked back striking Alice in the right breast lifting the heavy mammary on her chest with a brutal >>SMACK<<. Alice groaned in pain as the three toed foot connected with a meaty slap, the clawed toes lacerating it. The dragon reached for Alice’s hair and yanked her to her feet. Alice grabbed the broken top right arm and ripped it off at the break with a gush of blood from ripped veins. The Dragon released Alice’s hair but the Earth amazon grabbed the second arm by her wrist. Then she yanked back and punched the Dragons elbow breaking the joint backwards.

The Jabberwocky screamed in agony as she turned and punched at Alice with an arm that wasn’t there. Her second fist slashed a deep three-finger scratch across Alice’s chest. Blood ran down her swollen breasts. Alice slammed an uppercut between the Jabberwocky’s breasts into the Dragon ******* chin. Again for a second time the Jabberwocky saw stars and dazed, she staggered back. Her fist raised, she went back on the offensive charging at Alice.

Alice jumped up with a front snap kick catching her square between her massive ********. The Dragon gasped for air as Alice followed her to the ground punching and beating the Jabberwocky in the face and injured, swollen breasts. Alice alternated between attacks by blocking the Dragon Queens brutal punches. She was trading blow for blow with the Jabberwocky. Rolling over and over they fought though the muddy, bloody battlefield. Slowly they got to their knees; the Titans fought for the future of Underland. Their knees sunk deep in the bloody mud.

Alice and the Jabberwocky savagely pounded each other. Their brutal fistfight was a mixture of boxing and Kung Fu punches and strikes. They savagely tore at each other, with blood splattering everywhere! Now that the Jabberwocky had lost two of her four arms and the use of her tail the fight between the Dragon Queen and Alice had become a little more fair and even. The fight between them had been brought down to the simplest form of female combat, -- their skill.

Their breasts swelled and bled, their bloodied, bruised faces started to show how brutal and cruel the fight was. Cuts and deep scratches covered their bodies as the two warriors fought. Alice’s nose and mouth were bleeding and her eyebrow was swelling up. Blood ran from cuts and scratches on the women’s breasts as they swelled to twice their size.

Their bodies were splotched red from blood and dark bruises from the battle. The left side of the Jabberwocky’s face was swollen and bloody. Her eye had swollen shut blood seeped from under the split lid.

The bone from around her eye socket was crushed and broken it was visible through her tough leathery skin. Her cheek hung in tatters as blood ran down her face. Her breathing was becoming labored as she fought Alice. She was determined she was going to kill this pathetic Earth woman.

Both warriors were fighting for very different reasons. Alice fought for freedom. She fought for the freedom of herself and of the children of Underland. She fought for the lives of her new friends and for her new lover, the Hatter. She fought for the freedom of a world that wasn’t her own. Lastly she fought because she was an Amazon she was the best of her female warriors. She fought to defend the weak to protect them with her own life if needed.

The Queen of the Dragoon clan, the original and ancient Jabberwocky, who was the merger of two: brutal, cruel, evil and sociopath *******. Fought for less noble and more evil and genocidal reasons. She fought for the cruelness of savagery. She fought for the pleasure of killing with no reason. She fought to prove that she was the immortal demon goddess the Dragon Queen of all Underland. She fought to enslave the whole of Underland again to feel their agony and terror as she eat their souls.

Alice hammered her fist over and over into the Jabberwocky’s upper torso. Her tough leathery **** swayed with each powerful punch. The Dragon Queen clawed and punched, some landed some didn’t. She was getting more frustrated with her opponent by the second. Why would she not die? Every woman she had ever fought was lying in a bloody pool of gore by now, dead, or they were being eaten. She had never had a fight last this long.

The Jabberwocky decided it was time to end this fight. To show the whole of Underland she was the supreme ruler of the land. Killing this Alice now meant more than killing the rebellion to her. She had been made to look pathetic on the battlefield if she did not kill this woman she would lose everything.

The Queen of the Dragon clan grabbed Alice by her breasts and squeezed them sinking her claws in deep she twisted the meaty flesh hard. Alice gritted her teeth in anger, the pain seared her aching body as she fought the pain.

“Time to die you filthy **** face dog!” the Queen said as she started to pull and spread Alice’s breasts in different directions. Alice could feel her chest muscles being pulled as the Queen tore at her breasts, almost threatening to tear them clean off.

Alice grabbed both of the Jabberwocky’s wrists and twisted them back and off of her breasts. Thinking quickly she followed through with her only attack left open to her. She smashed her forehead into the Queens face. >>SMACK- BASH- CRUNCH<< the Jabberwocky head rocked back with a bloody spray from each head butt.

Her nose was gone and her jaw was broke and busted in two places. The third head butt had exploded her eye socket and cheekbone, her eye bled like a faucet, gushed blood. The Queen was briefly knocked out on her knees and blackness covered her field of vision. She lost control of her bowels as she **** and peed herself on the battlefield.

Alice grabbed her lower broken jaw, tongue and all and savagely yanked her head forward. The lower jawbone lips teeth and tongue ripped out with a spray of crimson tissue and veins. She pulled and the skin tore free all the way down to the Jabberwocky’s hard abs. Alice hammered an Iron Fist punch breaking the Dragon Queens exposed sternum. She grabbed the breastbone and tissue sinking her fingers into the exposed bone and muscle group she spread the ribcage wide breaking them. The Jabberwocky fell back into the bloody mud.

Alice smashed her fist into the Dragon Queen’s heart crushing it into the spine. The double sized heart ripped open, crushed flat. The Jabberwocky Queen of the Dragon clans’ body spasms and shakes as Alice rips the heart from her still hot corpse. She raises the faintly beating heart overhead, showing both sides of the battlefield the body of the ‘invincible’ Jabberwocky Queen of Underland.

Walking to the head of the Dragon queen corpse she stomps on the skull crushing it in a bloody gray gore of mush and bone and grinds it into the mud. Alice turns to the Queen of Spades and says “**** you couldn’t beat me on my worst day but if you want to try I’ll add another body to this battlefield!” she says as she rips the Jabberwocky’ heart in half.

The Queen of Spades shouted out the orders to her troops to retreat, the battle for Underland is lost, the rebels have won this day. She turns and glares at Alice, - both of them knowing that the day will come soon where Alice will have to defend Underland yet again. But for now the whole of Underland or at least a large section of it is safe for now….

As the other Queens leave the battlefield, all of their troops, now faithful to their liberator, Alice, begin to chant for ‘Queen Alice.’ But flattered though she is, she cannot stay, she must return to her own world. There is much to report to her team on Earth, she only hopes that the wormhole is stable enough for her to return home.

After resting and healing for a week with her lovers the Hatter and Cat and promising to return, Alice is ready to brave the wormhole again. The good Professor Rabbit manipulates the apparatus from his lab and with Alice now appropriately dressed for the rough ride, she bids a fond farewell, which has barely left her sensuous lips as she is catapulted once more along the intergalactic tunnel to wind up – God alone knows where!!!


Is this a hint at a sequel?
Well, if you, dear reader,
want to spend the next four months writing it…




Piers and
Sara W.D. Knight.


Appendix I

Needs must a moral here be told
Before the would-be Amazon grows old
One lesson of real value she should know
Is of humility and when to sow
And when to reap winds of aggression
And how to calm and learn the lesson
Of when and how to switch on and how to lessen.


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Appendix II

Wormholes and Portals, Magnetosphere:
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/su...g-portals.html
http://www.stuff.co.nz/science/72178...rks-the-portal

Temporal Physics
http://lofi.forum.physorg.com/Tempor...ics_14773.html

http://www.nasa.gov/

The Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll):
http://www.knowl.demon.co.uk/page33.html

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/11/11-h/11-h.htm

Through the Looking-glass, by Lewis Carroll
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/12/12-h/12-h.htm

Jabberwocky - Carroll
http://www.potw.org/archive/potw128.html

(1) On Ilkla Mooar bah’t ’at (On Ilkly Moor without a hat)
(2) On Ilkla Mooar bah’t ‘at (Lyrics)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Rjyo3UjGhY
http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/so...orbahtat.shtml

“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” Answer: “Nevar of course is raven spelled backward,” (Big joke! However, said joke didn't survive the ministrations of the proofreaders.) http://www.straightdope.com/columns/...a-writing-desk

With Live Links: http://www.webopedia.com/TERM/H/HTML.html










Disclaimer And acknowledgements

With thanks and respectful apologies to the Estate of The Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) whose books inspired this work.

Thanks are also due to NASA for providing the information on Wormholes and Temporal Physics.

Finally, but not least, thanks are also due to Sue Henchen who has oft’ been the foil for Sara’s fighting techniques, practice, and practice doll as befits while Sara worked out some fighting moves.





















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October 03 2012
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An Epilogue

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear
Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?
Lewis Carroll