Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 06

The ceiling was high above her in the chamber where she was being held. Large open windows were spaced along the thick stone castle looking walls, and flashes of purple lightning danced in the dark clouds outside. The room itself was fairly long, probably about 100 feet, and was rectangular. One heavy wooden door was at the far end of the room as she looked down at her feet, and there was a tall spiral staircase at the opposite end of the room above her head that ended in another door. The room was sparsely occupied with a few plush chairs, a sofa, some other tables and a large cage that had a silver object lying inside it. Looking closer Alice could see it was Aurora who seemed unconscious and likewise stripped from the knees up.

"Aurora!" Alice shouted, but the figure didn't move.

Wincing against the pain in her head, Alice tried to remember how she got here. She'd been pondering the mystery of the shoes after she had freed Aurora with her Sapphic lubrication, and then it had gotten dark.

They'd looked up, wondering why it had gotten so cloudy all of the sudden, only to find a hundred flying shapes coming towards them, blotting out the sun. They'd headed back to the stone hut trying to hide, but the villains had found them with no effort at all.

Shivering to herself, Alice recalled the horrid screech the flying monkey men made when they'd landed outside the hut. It was like being in a zoo where every beast had gone mad and sang out at the same time in a crazed frenzy. Try as they might, and despite Aurora's inhuman strength that had amazed Alice as she kept the wooden door of the hut closed for several minutes, the monkey men had burst through the door and attempted to make off with them both.

Alice had tried to stop them, hanging onto Aurora's feet for dear life as they tried to fly off with her, only to have one of the villains strike her on the head with something that felt like a hammer. She lost all of her strength and as she began falling to the ground she was surprised that she never hit the wooden floor. Instead, she had been lifted aloft and the creatures flew her away. She remembered waking once or twice in flight. She'd seen a poppy field, a cornfield with a scarecrow and the thin ribbon of yellow brick that wove across the landscape and through a dense forest. After that the world swam sickeningly out of view and all went black.

Trying with all of her strength to free her hands, the black leather buckles held her fast. Alice tried wiggling her legs out of the bonds but likewise, her ankles were held in place too tightly. That was when she noticed that the table she was lying on was covered with nylon. It had felt padded and soft, but there was no mistaking the sensation of silk on silk as her ass and legs had wiggled about to try and get loose.

Why would someone put nylons over the top of such an obscure table, and then it occurred to Alice why her dress had been removed, she was to be tortured.

Her eyes went large for a moment with sudden fear. Alice had been into a little playful spanking and pinching of nipples in the heat of passion, but the genuine threat of being beaten or thrashed was always too far beyond her scope. She didn't do well with pain, and in the hands of villains she began to conjure her own nightmares as to what they might do to her while she was so vulnerable. Her nipples and breasts were exposed and bounced lightly as she turned to and fro on the table with a fruitless attempt at escape. She also quickly recalled that she'd created an opening in her pantyhose to help free Aurora and was very much accessible in her silky tights.

Remembering the power of the shoes, she instantly thought of a suit of armor, but despite her best attempts her feet couldn't contact anything solid as they dangled from the edge of the table. That was when she heard her.

"There's no need to struggle my dear. In just a few short moments it will all be over."

Looking up, Alice saw a wicked witch. Though she was upside down from the angle she was at on the table, Alice could clearly see the black dressed figure. She had on a form fitting black dress that moved with a swish as she made slow circles down the spiral staircase. She had large breasts that strained the buttons of her dress and her arms were covered with the same thin black material that ran in opulent stripes down the length of her body. She had on boots that looked like they'd been stolen from the 1880's; black leather lace up boots that came to above her ankle and made a resounding metal clack as she descended. Her skin was as green as the incredible hulk and her long fingernails were painted a pitch glossy black that reflected the purplish light in the room.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs and began walking around the table, Alice saw more of her captor. Her hair was long and raven colored though pulled up into a bun above her head that was capped with a large brimmed black pointed hat. She was remarkably beautiful for a green witch, with full blackened lips and violet colored eyes that seemed to pulse with light as the lightning flickered outside silently.

Stopping halfway down the table, the witch turned towards Alice, pulling her long black dress aside to reveal a very shapely leg covered with sheer black nylons. Resting with her ass and silken thigh next to Alice's arm so she was touching her, the witch leaned her ample bosom over Alice's chest bringing her lips to Alice's ear.

"Do you know why you're here shiny maiden?" the witch asked with a smirk.

Fighting a tear that was forming at the corners of her eyes, Alice said nothing but replied with a scared shake of her blonde head.

"You're here because you have something that I want, pet," she purred coyly with a deep voice like Demi Moore. "You have the ruby slippers and I want them soooooooo very much. If you give me what I want then there's no reason for me to keep you here and you can go free!" she replied coolly, straightening her back to sit up next to Alice's body.

As the witch shifted her weight, her nylon thigh brushed against Alice's arm again making Alice inwardly tingle at the nervous sensation of feeling silk against her body.

Stealing a look down, Alice admired the shimmer the witch's legs had; a grayish black tint complimenting her green skin underneath.

Following Alice's gaze to her legs, the witch smiled slightly and continued talking as she stood up and resumed walking around towards the foot of the table. As she walked, she raised her arms dramatically and flying monkeys began to enter the room from the multitude of windows; sitting on chairs and sofas, or on the thick wooden rafters overhead.

"What is your name child?" the witch asked plainly.

Scared and not sure if she should reply, Alice kept silent, a lump growing in her throat as a tear rolled down the side of her face.

After a moment of silence, while the witch waited, she slowly reached up her sleeve grasping something as she asked again, "What is your name child?... I won't ask again," she closed with a sweet sounding threat, like a mother asking her child who took a cookie without permission.

"Alice," Alice replied with a whimper. All she wanted was to go home. She didn't want to be in Wonderland anymore and this crazy bitch was one more reason confirming that she had no clue why she was here and that all of Gwendolyn's posturing that this was a place of her making couldn't be further from the truth. Alice was sure she hadn't made this Wonderland at all, and in fact she was now a prisoner in it. After all, here she was alone.

Smiling sweetly, the witch continued walking around to Alice's feet running a fingertip over the tops of the ruby slippers. Alice instantly became ten times more self conscious as the witch could now stare at her naked womanhood directly, despite her hosiery. With a flick of her wrist the witch produced a smooth ash colored wand from her sleeve that looked like something from a Harry Potter movie.

"I'll make you a deal Alice," the witch said as she posed somewhat sensually, the slit in her dress opening again to reveal her nylon leg. "You give me the ruby slippers and I'll even let your little silver friend go free too."

Fighting the urge to gaze at the witch's sexy pantyhose legs, Alice couldn't help herself from looking. Remembering her thoughts on the long walk along the yellow brick road, all of her usual questions bubbled up into her mind against her will. Was the witch wearing pantyhose because of how they looked? Was it for fashion? Did she enjoy the feel on her legs? How often did she wear them? Did she pleasure herself in her pantyhose? And the list went on.

"It's impolite not to answer someone when they're asking you a question, Alice," the witch said through a polite grin as she ran the tip of the wand along Alice's stocking legs.

Coming back to the situation at hand, Alice quickly answered, the witch's leg momentarily forgotten. "Take the shoes, I don't even want them!" Alice begged willingly, hoping to end the confrontation before the table and shackles were fully put to use against her will.

"Do you think I'm a FOOL!!" The witch shouted angrily, her violet eyes beaming brightly, a stark contrast to her green skin and black lips. "Don't you think, with you laying here half naked and unconscious, strapped to a table, that I would have taken the ruby slippers at any time if I could have??"

Not knowing how to answer, Alice simply gazed at the now angry witch with a genuinely dumb look on her tear streaked face.

As if to punctuate her point the witch stepped back from the table, pointing her wand at Alice's shoes and uttered a single word of magic "Ha-mana-fess!!"

With a blinding flash of green energy, a bolt of lightning leaped from the wand to strike her ruby slippers with a jolt that shook Alice's entire body. The strike did no harm to her or the slippers, but instantly ricocheted off into the distance, hitting one of the witch's minions causing the flying monkey to burst with a sickening splat. The entire room flooded with angry monkey man cries as they jumped up and down beating their chests at either Alice or the wicked witch; she couldn't tell as she blinked the flash from her vision.

"That's why you must give them to me, Alice" the witch replied with a slightly aggravated demeanor.

"I...I want to," Alice stammered "I just don't know how to get them off... I've TRIED," she nearly begged.

"Hmmmmmm.... We'll see.." cooed the witch.

Walking around Alice, her legs showing in brief flashes, the witch watched Alice as she approached the same place where she'd sat down next to Alice's arm before. Leaning over Alice's chest with her ample bosom, the witch pressed her breasts firmly against Alice with an intentional urge that made the witch groan slightly with delight. A second later they were face to face, with Alice's lovely golden head under the brim of the wide black hat.

"What are you doing?" Alice barely asked before the witch leaned in with sexual intent, pressing her moist, full black lips against Alice's.

Disturbed and surprised at the same time, Alice didn't know how to react. She simply lay there while the witch kissed her with soft, quick, supple kisses that tasted like black licorice.

Not wanting to look at the lovely green face, and forced into the kiss against her will, Alice shut her eyes waiting for the uncomfortable situation to pass. But something else happened. Instead of blackness, Alice's head filled with visions of her past. It was just before the varsity football game at the end of her senior year of high school, when she was in the locker room pulling up her light tan cheerleading tights. She could feel the silk as if she were actually there reliving the memory. She could see all of her girl friends there. She watched as they all slid on their nylons, admiring the look as the bunched up fabric stretched and pulled creating smooth silky calves and thighs. Stocking feet were caressed with a web of silk as flat teen stomachs were hugged lovingly by sheer to the waist pantyhose. She remembered how she used to lower her golden hair and look up through it as the other girls bent over in their nylons. Admiring how their asses and legs looked while she luxuriated in the sensation of wearing her own nylons while putting on her skirt and uniform.

Her vision spun like a whirlpool and she was in her college days back in her dorm room. It was night time and she was on her bed. She could feel a hot mouth hungrily lapping at her pussy as she held her white silky nylon clad legs in the air. She was there again, back in time. Looking down she saw the soft blue eyes of her brunette roommate, Sara, with whom she had loved many times in the privacy of their own room. Panting and making love, encased from the belly down in pantyhose or stockings. She relived all her sexual exploits in the blink of an eye as the witch's kiss became more passionate, the tip of her tongue touching Alice's sweet lips that began to give slightly to the sensual attention.

Her vision flew, as if on a speeding train to her place of work, where she was in the bathroom sliding on a pair of silky black pantyhose over her brown nylons to steal a free pair of hosiery swiped from the free samples bin on her desk. Alice could feel the nervousness she'd had then standing in an empty stall bunching up the hose and then sliding off her high heels one by one to layer the slippery pantyhose over her already silken and tightly wrapped legs and pussy. She remembered toying with herself in the elevator and her eventual plunge through the deep hole in the darkened street as she was walking home in the snow.

The memory was gone in an instant, though Alice shivered from the cold she felt on that snowy night. She opened her mouth welcoming the warm sweet tongue of the witch as their kiss intertwined with a sexual need, while Alice continued to see more of her most invigorating pantyhose/tights moments of her life.

Time slowed and she was in the octagonal room kissing the statue that tasted like butter cream frosting and bucking her moistened loins on the golden saddle that came inside of her in thick pulsing spurts. Time slid to the right and she was being dressed by Gwen for the first time with electric hands and fatally delightful kisses creating the shiny brown hooter girl tights and red opaque stockings on her legs.

She was in the woods woman's cabin in her torn tights with strong hands feeling her silky legs in passionate delight while she slid herself onto wanting fingers, returning the probing sensation in kind with sexual bliss.

She saw Gwen again in her opaque maroon tights with sheer black lace pantyhose over the top and she could feel her own white pantyhose and gray sheer tights being pulled up her legs, as if she were in the jasmine scented cloud right now being wrapped in hosiery to her delight.

The witch's hands were on the side of her face, her lacquered black fingernails delicately tugging at Alice's golden hair as she opened her mouth wide, her lips slippery with the kiss as her tongue surged deep into Alice's mouth to which she welcomed it down her throat, lapping at her probing licks with a whimper of pure lust.

Alice was suddenly at the tea party again. Time slowed and flexed ahead as if her memories were being watched in flashes. She could taste Gwen's cinnamon kisses and her honey pussy while she straddled her face. She could feel the orgasm building sensation of the thick, three inch long head of the silver cane spreading her pussy wide as it pushed inside of her body. She felt herself full with nine inches of the deep masturbating cane, as she made her lovers cum and remembered how engulfed in silk she had been. Her white and gray pantyhose had been filleted open and she had a silky nylon covered foot gently caressing the Hatresses sheer black legs, cunt and ass. The feeling of silk on her foot touching silk on the demure and ever so elegantly tall Hatress, the sensual feeling her hands felt while pulling Gwen's double silk clad pantyhose body against her mouth, and her own body writhing in delight as her twin layers of silk swished over every inch of her belly, ass, thighs, knees, calves ankles and wiggling toes.

Her vision shot ahead to today when she'd been dressed again by Gwen and she saw the appearance of the ruby slippers. During her walk on the yellow brick road, the memories slowed down greatly as she looked down at her stripped black and white opaque legs. As she walked in her crimson footwear, her thoughts revisiting her in quick spurts as she worked herself to wetness while she strode along in her pantyhose.

She blurred past the bridge, and at the exact moment she used the ruby slippers for the first time, the witch's hands became intense, gripping so aggressively on her head and hair that it was almost painful. The witch's lips stretched as far as her mouth could open as she pressed her tongue deeper into Alice's mouth, nearly gagging her as her kiss fucked Alice's mouth with a driven desire.

Caught in the rapture of the physically rough and demanding kiss, Alice was given over to the forceful advance as she could feel her pussy wet and slippery with a small river of her own essence trailing down past her quivering asshole, into her pantyhose and onto the table. She raised her chest up unconsciously; not even realizing she was engaging in foreplay with the witch.

She was in her mind watching the events of her meeting with Aurora, using the shoes to make the phallus, the sensation of sliding the golden cock into her body, the orgasmic sensation she had when she exploded her sweet clear nectar into the silver maiden, and then as she finished reliving the moment, she recalled the shoes falling off as she climaxed.

Her vision stopped, frozen in time. Try as she might she couldn't conjure another thought or memory. Like watching a movie paused on your television in perfect clarity, this vision halted at the culmination of that final moment. Slowly time moved ahead as Alice put the shoes back on and then tried to take them off and give them to Aurora.

Suddenly, almost painfully and with a huge vacuum of want left unattended, the witch ended her kiss standing up abruptly with a hand to her mouth. As she stood there with wide purple eyes staring down at Alice, she wiped their kiss from her lips as she backed away slowly from the table in bewilderment.

"So that's the key," the witch commented to herself.

Walking quickly towards Alice's feet, the witch walked immediately in between her legs to stand in front of her drizzling quim.

Holding her wand up, the witch spoke magic again "Volgas-de-vul"

Alice instantly heard the faintest humming sound from the wand and watched with growing concern as the witch's expression turned from bewilderment to villainous excitement.

Touching the tip of the wand to Alice's clit, Alice jumped slightly at the vibrating sensation that started to course through her. If not for the conditions she was in, she might have enjoyed it, but the eagerness in the witch's eyes and realizing what the witch was trying to do made it just another unwanted advance. She was trying to make Alice cum so she could get the slippers off her feet.

Squirming uncomfortably against the vibrating wand, the witch's expression grew more sinister as she notice Alice wasn't feeling pleasure from the wand's touch. Pressing harder, the tip of the wand began to glow and Alice started to feel the slightest pain from being pushed on so hard, letting out a slight yelp of discomfort.

"CUM damn you!! Give me those slippers," the witch sneered with a visible impatience.

"No.... I can't... I don't like it... please stop!!" Alice cried in response.

Wiggling against the nearly needle like wand tip, Alice's pantyhose hips rocked off the table. Trying to hold her body down, the witch shifted her weight to hold down Alice's left leg; the slit of her dress opening up to again reveal her silken leg.