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Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Alice in Wonderland book series.

Chapter List
- 1-Alice in new wonderland
- 2-chapter 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch4
- 5-ch5
- 6-ch6
- 7-chapter 7
- 8-chapter 8
- 9-chapter 9
- 10-chapter 10
- 11-chapter 11
- 12-ch12
- 13-chapter 13
- 14-chapter 14
- 15-chapter 15
- 16-ch 16
- 17-ch17
- 18-ch 18
- 19-ch 19
- 20-chapter 20
- 21-chapter 21
- 16
- 17
- 18
Englishwitch
Alice in new wonderland
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Alice in wonderland. It is a novel by Lewis Carroll.

Chapter 17

Falling down into the rancid darkness with the freezing cold closing around her. Yet her body was aflame with agony. She felt the horrid slimy creatures swirling around her, finding the choicest parts of the flesh to feed upon. Her mind was shutting down and he welcomed it.
A hand dived down into the water and grabbed her. Strong arms yanked Alice’s unconscious body from the pool and to the safety of the bank of the pool. The air was still heavy with the high-pitched screeches of the disgusting death-worms but no more were in sight. Every pool around Chester and Michelle was now aflame. Thick black oil, burning intensely bright and almost unbearably hot. As soon as Alice was free of the pool she had stumbled into, a black ball flew through the air and the delicate ball bust upon impact of the waters churning surface. An arrow, set aflame followed barely a second later. The oil that was spreading across the surface of the water set alight and the temperature in the area rose ever so slightly.

Chester and Michelle were huddled together while this was going on. Both had suffered many wounds to their own bodies, cuts with various severities but nothing lethal. Nothing like Alice, she was bleeding heavily from a large wounds across her entire body but the worst of all was her left leg; a massive section of her thigh was gone, nothing was left but blood, bone and mincemeat that could have been flesh or muscle but it was impossible to tell anymore. There was very little left of even her clothing, tattered damp rags hung across her form, unable to cover her and maintain any dignity. A person, the one who had dragged her from the water, was already working from a small bag over his shoulder gathering bandages, herbs and thick liquids in bottles to at least slow the bleeding down.

He wasn’t alone. Four other people were his companions. Each of them were dressed in the same black cloaks and carrying the same bags and weapons, a short-sword and a bow with at least twenty arrows. They had thrown balls of black oil into the surrounding pools of rotten water surrounding them and set them alight, keeping the death-worms under the surface. Two of the four hurried over to Chester and Michelle. One dropped to his knees in front of them, they couldn’t see his face, but with the firelight they could see his eyes. They were friendly.
“Are you alright?” He said in a friendly voice. “Are you seriously injured? Can you walk?”
“I think so?” Michelle spoke nervously.
“Yes.” Chester replied. His attention was not being diverted from his injured mistress. Alice still hadn’t regained consciousness and all he felt was the urge to rush over to her and guard her. Keeping away any who wanted to go near Alice. But a more logical part of his mind was keeping him in check; if he kept away her carers Alice would undoubtedly take a turn for the worse and surely die.
“You will come with us.” The stranger said. This time there was no friendliness in his voice, this was a direct order. Chester cocked his head and looked at the cloaked man, baring his teeth and hissing loudly. He didn’t dare do anything more while both this stranger was armed and the other held the life of his mistress in his hands. The cloaked stranger however knew of the threat in the noise.
“Stand down feline. Or you will taste steel.”

Chester hissed again, but fell quiet and closed his mouth to hide his teeth.
“Now lets move. The fires will burn out in a few minutes.” He grabbed Michelle and pulled her to her feet, leaving Chester to pick himself up.
“Where can we go?” Michelle asked, concerned. “This swamp caries on for miles. The worms are everywhere.”
“There is a trail not too far from here. It leads up into the mountains over the mountains into a safer valley beyond.” He started to walk and Michelle and Chester followed on behind. “Our camp is there.” He called back to them over his shoulder.

His four companions picked up the unconscious Alice using a spare cloak as a makeshift hammock-like object and carried her as quickly as they could after Michelle and Chester.

The pace was quick, just above jogging speed. But even with their injuries Chester and Michelle managed to keep up. They didn’t say a word to each other. There was nothing to say. Everything that they had planned for was falling apart. Alice’s mission seemed all but dead and Alice herself, the very person who’d brought and held them all together through all the difficulties of their journey, seemed close to death herself. To top it all off they were now at the mercy of armed unknown strangers.

The mountain trail was present just as it had been told to them. The path was easy going, this was no rough trail made by nature or animals. There were obvious signs of manual work. This path had been man-made to allow passage between this valley and the one beyond. The reason why was unknown, this valley had neither plant nor animal life that was worthy of hunting or eating. The lead of the group rushed up the trail without saying a word and Chester and Michelle continued to follow. Chester cast furtive glances over his shoulder, wondering how the other cloaked persons would cope with carrying Alice. Their moves became slower and more careful as soon as the first stepped out of the swamp and onto the trail. There was no chance of dropping Alice was next to nil and yet they were making almost startling progress in keeping up with the lead man.

The progress over the mountain took less than a couple of hours. Once they crossed the peek and saw the new valley beyond Chester and Michelle were left speechless, or would have been if the long jog hadn’t already left them that way. The valley was the exact opposite of the one they had just left. This one was lush green with patches of trees all around and a shining, clear lake was running down from a mountain spring. A massive group of tents took up the valley on the left side of the river. The group was the size of a large village complete with plenty of space between each tent to create effective paths and streets. Each tent was large and round, easily big enough to house a family of four. The walls were made of an animal skin that could not be identified at such a distance. The tent-village was grouped around one grand tent. It was no smaller or larger than any of the others but it was decorated with red and gold as well as just the plan animal skin. Obviously a person of some great importance resided there. Possibly the leader of this group, or tribe, or whatever they called themselves. The thing that Michelle and Chester found quite surprising was that there were woman and children down there. Children were running around and playing while women and a few men were walking around together or performing small duties like washing clothes or grinding grain to make flour for bread.
“Welcome.” Said the leader, in a slightly sarcastic tone. Despite the welcome, he wasn’t being very welcoming. “To the camp of the rebellious hearts.”
“Hearts?” Michelle asked, feeling warmth and a flutter in her chest. Her heart began to race as she dared to hope their situation wasn’t as bleak as it had first appeared.

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Alice was taken away to a medical tent. Chester wanted to go with her but the men wouldn’t allow it. They had to hold their swords to his throat to make him stop but they he went with them, accompanying Michelle to the great tent in the centre of the village. Two guards were posted outside the tent, though it was hard to imagine what danger could reach such a secluded valley.

The inside of the tent was a combination of both a residence and a war planning room. The majority of the tent was curtained off but what could be seen through the thin material was a bed and the shape of a wash basin and small dining table. The tiny area left around the entrance was a long table with several rolls of parchment, one was unfurled, revealing a map of a large wooded area with many lakes, all leading either to, or from, it was hard to tell just from the hand drawn maps, to a large building that was labelled PALACE.

There was only one person in this tent, a young man of around the same age as Michelle. He had short red hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a royal blue uniform with a large black heart across the centre of his tunic. Adorning his head was a small and simple crown made of thick gold and silver interlaced wire with small three small white jewels. He wasn’t just a leader; he was royalty. Michelle felt a deep sense of déjà vu as she looked at him. Her sketchy memory wouldn’t tell her who he was, but she knew him.
“Who are these people?” He demanded.

The person who had led them all the way here pulled off his cloak, revealing a glittering white soldiers uniform. White, except for the trousers, almost black with mud up to the knees. A large red heart emblazoned the centre of the crisp white tunic. He placed Michelle’s bag on the floor and looked to his leader.
“My prince. We found three strangers wandering across the wastes. They were under attack from the death worms. One of their number, a female has been taken to the medical tent.”
“And why, may I ask, were three strangers wandering around the wastes?”
Michelle stepped forward and bowed her head, hoping to gain some kind of mercy by showing some respect.
“Sire. I am Michelle, former maid of Hearts to the royal palace. This is the Feline Chester Kat, a wanderer of the wilds. Our injured friend is called Alice. Another wanderer, she is a great warrior and friend. I consider her like a daughter and want to know how she is.”
The prince considered for a second and nodded his head and turned to the soldier. “Private, go to the medical tent and ask how their companion is doing.”
“Sir?” The private asked with more than a little curiosity.
“That is an order private.”

The soldier left and the prince looked at Chester and Michelle with curiosity.
“A feline? A woodland creature by habit if memory serves. You are far from home. And the Maid of Hearts?”
“Former maid of Hearts. The Queen of Spades closed the court long ago.”
“I know.” He muttered grudgingly. “After the war there were many changes. I used to be older, a little wider in the midsection and perhaps a little less caring for the more common of people. I still have red hair but that appears to be the same. I used to rule Wonderland with a queen by my side. I was once a king. Now I am Jacob, Prince of Hearts. The people here are the former soldiers of hearts. Those still loyal to the true queen. I lead the resistance against the queen of Spades.”
“The Prince of Hearts?” Michelle asked, with interest.
“Michelle. Is he the one we have been looking for?”
The prince took in an interest in this. But it wasn’t a good interest. He took fear and offence.
“GUARDS.” He cried. The two who stood outside moved and held their swords to Chester’s and Michelle’s throats. “Looking for me?” He said angrily. “I should have known. Spies. Working for the queen of Spades. Assassins I’ll wager. Sent to kill the leader of the resistance. Well you’ll not have that chance. Take them and execute them.”
“WAIT.” Michelle called. “The satchel. Look in the satchel.”

The guards hesitated when the prince raised his hand. He looked at the abandoned bag on the floor and glared angrily at Michelle and Chester. He snatched the bag and slammed it on the table. He pulled it open and looked in wonder at the item sitting on top of the satchel. He grasped the sceptre of hearts and held it up for all to see. He turned to Michelle.
“Where did you get this?” HE demanded.
“It’s mine.” She snapped. Then her courage was forgotten as she remembered the sward at her throat. “It was mine. I was not always the Maid of hearts. Once I held a much gander title. I was once the Queen of Hearts.”

The soldiers hesitated for a couple of minutes and dropped their swords. The prince stepped forward and looked at her with wide eyes. Yes, younger, more fair of face, but the eyes and the hair. It was her.
“My queen.”
“My king.
“My wife.”
“My husband.”
The prince looked to his guards.
“Leave us now. Take the feline to the medical tent so he may watch over his companion. Let them have freedom to move around our camp. They are trusted friends and allies.

The guards obeyed and Chester left willingly, eager to see his Mistress again.

Michelle turned to Jacque as soon as they left. She smiled at him and he at her. “I have missed you greatly my love.” She said, feeling a blush rising to her cheeks. He stepped closer and lay his hands on her shoulders.
“And I you.” He spoke deeply.

He tilted his head down slightly, he was a little taller than her, and his lips brushed hers. She captured them with her mouth, hungrily kissing him as she'd dreaming of for ages, ever since she had begun to know who she was. This was all that mattered-- it was the only thing going on at that moment. They forgot their missions and all other cares. Not Alice, Chester or any other problems that had been, or would be, faced.

Michelle's tongue parted Jacob's lips, sliding inside and playing with his. Michelle restrained a moan, enjoying his mouth on hers. His hand slid up her back; expertly but deliberately undoing the fastenings at the back of her dress. Goosebumps and an excited shiver travelled across her body like lightning when his fingers brushed her skin. Her hands rose up to her shoulders and slid the dress down to the floor. He came to rest his hands on her hips, leaving gravity to tumble the ragged remains of Michelle’s dress to the floor.

She held his face in her hands for a moment, rubbing her fingers along his manly stubble. Down his red hair, down his strong back and slid her hands across to the front of his chest. She began unbuttoning his tunic. Her hands were shaking but her lust was great, she made short work of the garment.

Jacob tightened his embrace, his grip alone said he'd never let her go. His hands roamed the surface of her skin. Feeling the warmth and softness, like silk. Her hands made short order of the fastenings on his pants, but she didn't slide them down. Instead, she made the first move; she slid her hands inside his pants and cupped his hard manhood with both hands. It was so long and thick, it had to be eight-inches at least. She could feel the veins throbbing along the shaft. Her pussy responded, growing warm and wet in seconds.
His moan was barely perceptible as her fingers brushed against his warm meat. She began moan softly massage him slowly, almost teasingly slow. His hands moved up to her shoulders. Their lips finally broke apart, and both lovers were gasping for air.

Her thumbs hooked his pants and slid them down to join her dress on the floor. Taking advantage of his unoccupied arms, Michelle tugged off his tunic and it joined the pile of forgotten clothing. They didn’t care what the garments were, or what they were for anymore. Only each other mattered. Jacob took her hands and guided her through the material curtain and to the living area of the tent. A simple bed waited, but had never looked more welcoming to ether of them.

He scooped Michelle up into his arms and crossed the room to the bed. Laying her down gently on her back, she still clung to him, not wanting him to move away from her an inch. Their lips locked again, hot and steamy. Electricity seemed to flow between them, exciting their bodies and making them tremble. His hands slid between her legs, and she opened them to welcome his strong fingers. Her cunt was dripping in anticipation, and he inhaled her scent. Warm sex, the sexiest smell in the world.

He brushed a finger over her clit, rubbing. She moaned as waves of excitement rose in her. Reaching for his cock, her fingers roamed his penis; stroking and massaging along the shaft until he was throbbing with his need for her. His thumb rubbed her clit directly while his forefinger slid inside her. When it slid in easily, he added another, burying his fingers deep within her sex, his thumb driving her to the edge. Her back arched as she came- she moaned softly. Not too intense, just nice.

He supported her weight on his forearms as he leaned over her, their lips locked in another kiss that they wanted to last forever. Her fingers played with his balls, nice and hard. Breaking the lip-lock, she slid down the bed between his legs, taking his cock into her mouth.
She slid it past her lips, brushing the tip with her tongue. Her mouth closed around the head, her tongue tapped and flicked over the tender underside. Already rock-hard, Jacob moaned in ecstasy. Her hands were wrapped around his shaft, rubbing up and down. She began to move her head back and forth, her lips still locked around his cock, her tongue writhing around the tip. She cupped a ball in each hand and squeezed gently. Jacob moaned again, and she could feel him tightening, wanting to last longer. Enjoying his response, she continued her action.
Jacob restrained a cry as his cock jerked against his lover's mouth, and he shot his load of cum into her ready mouth. Michelle swallowed what she could, but some dribbled down her chin. When she'd drained him, she crawled back up, licking her lips as she felt the hot cream running down her throat and into her stomach. He smiled at her, but didn't speak, he was trying to catch his breath. His arms were trembling slightly. His climax had slightly robbed him of his strength.

She was underneath him, and she spread her legs so her dripping wet cunt brushed over his limp cock. He flipped over onto his back, and she rolled and straddled him, her hot wetness covered his manhood. She leaned down and he kissed her. He was getting aroused just from her kiss. She could feel his cock re-hardening beneath her, rising up and brushing against her lips.

She gasped softly as his hands went to her breasts, each slightly more than a handful. So big and soft and yet firm. His thumbs rubbed constantly over her hardening nipples, making gentle contact, while his other fingers roamed the round peaks. His strokes made her groan softly, and he sat up slightly to take them into his mouth, sucking. She smiled, enjoying the feel of his tongue and teeth over her soft tits.
He put his hands on her hips and lifted her off him, moving her to the bed. Michelle lay on her back, and he leaned over her. She kissed him eagerly; her hands going to his cock, guiding him toward her sex. She placed his tip inside her. With one quick thrust he was inside, deep. She caught her breath quickly. He was larger than anyone she’d ever had before, he stretched her cunt a little. She loved the feeling of both the intense pleasure and the slight pain.

Her legs wrapped around his ass, and they rocked into each other, rediscovering the rhythm they had once shared as husband and wife. One of his hands gripped her breast tightly, fondling it. She ground her hips, sliding her clit along his thick meat and sending lighting bolts of ecstatic pleasure through her. Her back and head twitched and writhed as she felt her pussy tightening around him, pulling him tighter into her.

"Cum for me, my king," she gasped, feeling his thick 8-inch cock throbbed inside her. He grunted in response, and suddenly she cried out in ecstasy when his hand slipped between them to massage her clit. He groaned deeply and she moaned loudly as she came. Her pussy walls clenching even tighter around him with her climax. Jacob gripped the covers of his bed tightly as the sudden tightness and heat threw him over the edge and he filled her womb with his hot seed, blasting her body with his cum. She could feel his essence filling her, spreading through her insides and coating every inch of her. She loved it.
They fell together, covered in sweat and juices. They were trying hard to catch each their breaths. They held each other tightly, feeling closer than they ever had to any lover they had taken before. Michelle’s memory of who she’d been wasn’t perfect but she remembered her love for this man and the devotion that had brought her to him in the first place. They were husband and wife once more.

To be continued.

Authors note: Apologies for being so long between updates. Rest assured I have not abandoned any of my fics. All the multi-cahpter fics will be finished and I will keep writing more. But a new job is leaving me with such little free time that writing for AFF often gets put on the back-burner. I will continue writing, but at a much slower pace.
regards
englishwitch.
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