Alice felt a blush spread through her cheeks as the Knave of Hearts scrutinized her appearance, commenting to himself on her comely legs and the shape of her bottom and the perkiness of her breasts, her making her feel more like a precious commodity than a young woman

‘I should be quite cross at being examined in such a manner, and yet, I am not, and I find that most curious,’ she thought to herself, glancing up through her lashes at the man, admitting to herself that he was quite handsome, possibly the most handsome man she had ever set eyes upon. While he no longer wore armor, his white coat, decorated with scarlet hearts, gleamed no less, as did his golden hair and his emerald eyes. Lips pursed,

“You did a fine job, Miss Mintz. Very pretty indeed. The Queen will be quite impressed.”

He clapped his hands together, startling Alice. In response, a pair of armed cards stepped forward. A nine and ten of hearts, both armed with very sharp looking spears, and both wearing very serious expressions upon their face.

“Secure her,” the Knave ordered.

Obediently, they stepped forward in tandem, the nine producing a pair of steel manacles connected by a chain. Alice couldn’t help but think they looked very uncomfortable and quite heavy.

“Is that really necessary?” she asked quietly, her lower lips quivering as if she might suddenly burst into tears as she bravely met the Knave’s piercing gaze and held her breath as he raised a single hand, halting the guards.

“If I leave you unfettered, would you give me your solemn vow that you would not try to escape?”

Alice let out her breath and laughed softly, shaking her head.

“And where would I possibly go if even if I were to overpower, outwit, and outrun you?”

He appraised her quietly, his gaze narrowing thoughtfully as he reached out and laid his fingers under her chin, forcing her to hold his gaze, his eyes glittering with promises of terrible retribution should she try to escape, leaving her trembling even after he turned his back to her.

“Follow me.”

And so she did, forced to hurry her steps along in order to keep up with the Knave’s impatient stride, the two guardsmen at her back, the tips of their spears ready to prod her along if she tarried.

‘He is as rude as he is handsome,’ Alice said to herself as she trotted after him, fingers clutching the skirt of her dress, showing off quite a bit of leg to anyone who cared to look which wasn’t many, for it seemed that everyone they passed seemed intent upon avoiding the small party, some quite hastily disappearing behind closed doors or down darkened alleyways.

Eventually, Alice became quite out of breath as well as out of sort, stopping suddenly and stomping her foot, hands placed defiantly upon her slim hips, despite the glowers of the guards as they were forced to halt behind her.

“I demand to know where you are taking me,” she declared, her voice trembling, despite her bold words.

The Knave turned, an amused smile playing briefly on his face.  “To the palace where I intend to present you as a gift to Her Royal Majesty, The Queen of Hearts.”

“Oh,” Alice replied, the wind suddenly taken out of her sails, recalling a warning made, seemingly, a lifetime ago about the queen’s appetite for pretty girls such as she.

“But why?”

There was no warmth in the Knave’s laugh. Nor in his voice. “Either keep up or I shall be forced to cuff you. Which will it be?”

“Dash and bother,” Alice muttered under her breath as he turned his back on her and marched on, forcing her to hurry after him once more, the guards at her back.

Eventually, they came to a wall. A very grand wall with an imposing iron gate decorated with a golden heart twice as tall as Alice. Beyond, she spied a grand palace surrounded by hedgerow upon which bright red roses bloomed.

“Oh, my,” she whispered, stunned at the elegant and almost fragile view of the spear-like towers rising from the castle-like palace, it’s blood-red marble walls gleaming in the sunlight, the windows trimmed with gold. It was both opulent and grotesque and Alice felt a sense of unease in the pit of her stomach as her gaze was drawn to the monstrous gargoyles perched upon the eaves, their grins malicious as they surveyed the grounds below.

From somewhere beyond the hedges she could hear the sound of merriment. Laughter and loud voices drifted past the thick rose bushes and fell upon Alice’s curious ears. It sounded like there was some sort of a game in progress. Croquet from the sound of it, although it sounded like a very stirring match involving the occasional shout of something sounding suspiciously like ‘Off with his head!’.

“Ah. The Queen is entertaining today,” The Knave spoke, his words for himself although they were loud enough for Alice to hear.  “Perhaps It would be best to introduce you when her passions are less heightened.”

“Off with her head!”  This time the words were crystal clear and delivered at great volume. A moment later there was a blood-curdling scream that made Alice’s toes curl and raised goosebumps up and down her arms.

“Oh, my,” she repeated, swallowing nervously, the queasy feeling in her stomach spreading.

“Oh, my, indeed,” her captor muttered, raising a sardonic eyebrow whilst motioned for her to follow him as he headed away from the garden party in progress.

“Sounds lively,” she commented dryly, doing her best to keep near to the Knave, somewhat concerned by the raucous, bordering on savage, shouts behind them.

“The Queen takes her croquet very seriously.”

“I see.”

“She isn’t fond of losing.”

“Understandable, I suppose.”

“She takes it quite to heart.”

“She has a temper?”

“She can be quite… vindictive. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Once she calms down I will present you and, once she sees you, I am sure she’ll forget all about any other unpleasantness.”

“Oh. And then what?”

“And then I shall be, once more, in her good graces and she will forgive and forget my recent indiscretions and transgression.”

“And me?”

“You?” he snorted softly, pausing, his gaze traveling slowly over her, a hungry look in his eyes.

“You will become her plaything until she tires of you. I would highly suggest, for your own sake, that you do everything in your power to hold her interest.”

“Does she like conversation?” Alice wondered out loud. “Or stories?” She wondered, thinking that she had collected quite a few entertaining stories since coming to Wonderland.

“She likes pretty young women with golden curls with good lungs.”

“Good lungs?”

“For screaming.”

“Oh!”

Nothing more was said, Alice being lost in her thoughts, the Knave being lost in his, and the guards thinking that sharing theirs might not be good for their health as they followed dutifully, wending their way through the garden, until they reached one of the towers. There, the Knave produced a set of keys and let them in through a small door that Alice hadn’t even noticed until he’d unlocked it and ushered her through hastily, leaving the guards behind before climbing a steep stairway that spiraled upward.

“A more direct route to Her Majesty’s chambers.”

“I see.”

By the time they reached the top Alice was perfectly happy to stop and rest a moment while the Knave produced yet another key, which he fit into the lock and turned, thus opening the door to The Queen of Heart’s bed chambers.

Alice wasn’t quite sure what she’d expected. A luxurious bed, obviously. An armoire most likely, or a wardrobe. Several perhaps. Mirrors. Chairs. A settee. Some tables. Maybe a desk. The room contained all of that and more. Like the palace itself, it owed its look to a mixture of opulence and grotesque. Everything was decorated in hearts and the overlaying color scheme seemed to be red and gold. It almost looked like someone had taken a bucket of red paint (or perhaps blood, she thought uneasily, a shiver of fear going through her, amplified when she began to recognize the other items mixed amongst the furniture, namely a set of stocks, a cross, a cage, an iron maiden, and other likewise devices from which hung golden chains attached to manacles) and splashed it around dilly dally.

“It’s very…” Alice murmured, searching for a word that wouldn’t offend.

“Distasteful,” prompted the Knave with a chuckle. It was a nice chuckle, Alice though, which surprised her somewhat, having wondered if he could be anything but cold and callous.

“Certainly not to my tastes,” she agreed, deciding to adhere to a newfound common ground with her keeper.

“Nor mine, truth be told. Not that it holds water what I think. She is the Queen, after all, and I am but a knave. As for you. You are much less than that. Best not forget. I’ll not have you embarrassing me.”

“I will try my best,” Alice murmured meekly, not liking the look in his eye as he tilted her chin up and forced her to meet his gaze.

“Such a tempting little plaything. Were I a wise man I would simply secure you and leave you for her to find, a note pinned to your pinafore. Alas, I am not a wise man and she will likely not return for several hours.”

Alice took a step back, not liking the direction his thoughts were going.  And then another as he advanced upon her, his long shadow falling over her as she continued to retreat until her back was to the wall.

“I’ll scream if you touch me,” she threatened, breathless, sure that she was about to be ravaged.

“Scream all you like. No one will hear you.” And with that, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her against him, his mouth seeking hers, his kiss taking her breath making it very unlikely that she could scream. Deciding that the next best thing was to put up a struggle, she did just that, although it was half-hearted at best. A token resistance at best.

‘He is quite a good kisser,’ she thought to herself as his tongue swirled over hers. ‘And quite good looking, possibly the handsomest man I have ever laid eyes upon. Besides, he’s much stronger than me and I am very much at his mercy so I supposed I might as well enjoy-‘

She wasn’t able to finish the thought, her thoughts suddenly scattered to the wind as she felt his hand beneath her indecently short skirt and cupping her sheer white panties which had somehow become quite wet while she wasn’t paying attention.

‘That feels rather nice,’ she thought to herself, breathless, unable to stop herself from grinding her hips and rubbing herself against his palm. ‘Quite nice, indeed. Perhaps I won’t mind being ravished for a moment or two. Perhaps even four!’

So it was that she didn’t object too much when her pretty panties were pushed aside. Nor did she protest when she felt his finger push between her netherlips and into her wet little cunny. Nor did she scream when he gently (so as not to undo all of Miss Mintz’s work) tugged her top down, exposing her perky young breasts and her pointed pink nipples. In fact, she said not a word as he picked her up and threw her on the Queen’s bed and pinned her to the blood-red quilt and began to unbutton his trousers.

“If you breathe a word of this to the Queen,” he warned as he tugged his rather impressive cock from its hiding place and positioned it over Alice’s sopping wet slit, his intent obvious.

“Not a word,” she whimpered., letting out a soft moan as he pushed his mushroom-shaped head into her, effectively making it impossible for her to speak, let alone think of anything other than needing to feel him deep inside her. In fact, the only words she was able to utter were ones that sealed her fate.

“Please fuck me, Sir.”

And so he did. Not gently, either. In fact, quite ungently, thrusting powerfully into her over and over as he kisses her roughly and mauled her tits and pinched her nipples until she did scream, although it wasn’t a scream of terror that she let loose, but rather one of passion.

“Fuck me!’ she cried out.  “Harder! Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

“Take it, you filthy little slut. Take my big cock in your dirty little pussy, you nasty little whore,” the Knave growled, words that incited lust within Alice as she fucked him back, bucking and grinding her hips against his, her legs clamped around his, her hands tangled in his hair as she moaned loudly into his mouth and began to come. Not once. Not twice. Not thrice, but over and over.

“Dirty little tart!” he groaned, stiffening as he unleashed what felt like endless cum into her well fucked pussy with a cry. “Take that!”

Alice came again, her eyes rolling back into her head, the world growing dim. The only thing that existed for her was his cock in her cunt. Nothing else mattered. She climaxed again, crying out inarticulately as she erupted once final time, locked in his embrace while trapping him in hers. And then, everything went dim…