Alice In Chains (23 page)

A rogue thought briefly passed through her mind to the effect that what she was actually doing was preparing for her possible sodomy by a lion-man to whom she had been arbitrarily given as a slave only hours earlier. It was obscene, perverted, chauvinistic madness! How could she possibly surrender to it?

The phantom flicker of outrage melted away as Alice grinned at herself in the bathroom mirror. This was
Underland
. What else did she expect? Besides, he was the hottest-looking lion she’d ever met. She reviewed that last thought and saw a look of wonder grow in her reflection. Could he be the one?

She came out of the bathroom to find Leonus sprawled on the suite’s big four-poster bed. Quickly she ran over and knelt attentively by its side. He was idly examining an array of girling restraints and a selection of short canes and lashes laid out on the bedspread.

‘See this, girl?’ he said with an amused rumble. ‘A gift from that harness shop that had its stand in the Hall. They want to use my name to promote their wares.’ He looked at her thoughtfully. ‘It is said that all new girlings should have a good beating to let them know who their master is. Do I need to beat you, Alice?’

Alice felt her heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth intending to give the safe response: If you wish, Master; but somehow it came out as, ‘I’d enjoy that, Master.’ She clapped her hand to her mouth but it was too late. Her heart had spoken.

Leonus looked at her in mild surprise. ‘Is it like that with you?’

There was no denying it now. Feeling as though she was stepping off a precipice, she said, ‘Yes, Master. In the right hands, or even the wrong ones sometimes, I can’t help getting turned on by pain and humiliation, especially if they’re mixed with sex.’

He smiled. ‘Then shall I be strict with you, Alice?’

‘May I speak freely, Master?’

‘Go on.’

‘Be as strict as you like with me, Master, as long as you’re also kind and fair, which I think you are. I’ll suffer happily if I know it pleases you … and you care for what I’m feeling in return.’ It felt as though she was baring her soul so she went all the way. ‘I need to belong to somebody … and I hope it’s you.’

The lion regarded her thoughtfully and she sensed a keen mind within that great head. ‘Never have I heard such bold words from a girling,’ he mused. ‘Popert and Pelus boasted you were unique. Perhaps they were right.’ He picked up a cane from the selection and handed it to Alice. ‘It would hurt if I used this on you. What do you say?’

Alice carefully kissed the cane and handed it back to him. ‘Use it on me, Master. My bottom is yours to do with as you want. Mark me as your own property.’

Leonus nodded. ‘Bend over the bed, then …’

Alice yelped as he caned her, burying her face in the covers to muffle the sound, her knuckles white as her fists bunched up the cloth. The hiss of the cane through the air and the crisp fleshy cracks that followed filled the room. But as sharp as they were she knew it was only a fraction of the force he might have used. The thought of what he could do to her fired her loins, complementing the heat of her buttocks.

When a dozen stripes ran across her once pale hemispheres he lowered his arm and lifted her head, looking into her sparkling eyes. ‘I’ve made you cry.’

‘But I’m not sad, Master,’ Alice said, smiling through her tears. ‘Did you enjoy marking me?’

He cupped the hot trembling scarlet flesh cheeks in his palm and stroked them gently. ‘Your pretty little bottom jumped about in a most lively fashion and your submission gave it an extra spice. Yes, I enjoyed caning you.’

‘Then I’m happy, Master. How may I serve you next?’

He smiled. ‘Begin by fastening those chains to the bedposts, you little trollop!’

She lay spreadeagled on the bed, limbs stretched out to its four corners. Leonus knelt between her widely parted thighs, the thick pole of his erection standing out from his pubic mane.

‘Can you accommodate me?’ he asked her.

Alice licked her lips. ‘If I can’t then stretch me until I do, Master. I want you all the way inside me.’

‘If it hurts, you can cry out.’

‘Gag me if you like, Master.’

‘No, this once I think I’ll let anybody hear who cares to listen. They must expect a bit of noise from a room where a man is enjoying a lively new girling. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold.’

He bent forward, the bed creaking under his weight. His great maned head loomed over her as he took up position. She felt the head of his penis pressing into her slick and eager cleft and gazed up at him with helpless longing. The hot weight of his body descended upon her. He bared his teeth in a fearsome smile, then unexpectedly lowered his head and nuzzled his snout against her mouth. In return she kissed his bifurcated lips, and whispered, ‘Now, Master, please!’

He thrust with his hips and penetrated her. A choking shriek escaped Alice as his shaft filled her to the limit and beyond, testing the pliancy of her passage and forcing it to accept the entirety of its new master. So tightly was she plugged that as he withdrew for a second lunge she felt her insides being sucked after him. Then she cried again as he filled her anew. It was both frightening and wonderful, and though she was almost being crushed under his grinding weight it was the most exciting thing she had ever known. She wriggled and squirmed her small body under him as far as his bulk and her bonds allowed, offering up her total submission to her new master. By the time he began to pump his seed into her hot depths she was already lost in the throes of her own orgasm. Her wild and incoherent cries of joy were only stifled by the furry bulk of his chest as he slumped on top of her, forcing her to turn her head to one side to breathe.

So she lay imprisoned under him for a time, his weight pressing her into an Alice-shaped indentation in
the
soft bed. She bore the burden happily, conscious of no discomfort.

When he finally stirred she passionately kissed the fur of his huge chest and shoulder, softly murmuring, ‘Thank you, Master.’

He shifted his bulk downwards slightly, withdrawing his now flaccid member from the grip of her soaking quim, and smiled down at her. ‘You are a lusty little thing, aren’t you?’ he said.

‘I hope I pleased you, Master.’

‘You know you did. Is it natural with you or training?’

‘A bit of both, I think, Master.’

He stroked her fan of feathers. ‘And these. Were you born with them? Are there others like you?’

Alice sighed. ‘It’s a long story, Master.’

Leonus turned to rest on one elbow. With his free hand he toyed with her sweat-hot breasts and inflamed nipples. ‘I have no pressing plans, and certainly you are going nowhere.’

Alice squirmed happily under his manipulations. ‘Well, Master, it all began when I met a White Rabbit …’

He stopped her only once at her first mention of the Red Queen. He said: ‘A Carnelian, a chessplayer, are you sure?’

‘It’s the name she gave, Master, and she certainly seemed to fit the part.’

‘All right. Go on.’

When she had brought her tale up to date Leonus brooded in silence for a minute, then said slowly, ‘The Red Queen expected you to meet her agent in this square, correct?’

‘Yes, Master.’

‘But if I keep you from that rendezvous, her plans will be frustrated, yes?’

‘I should think so, Master.’

‘Good!’ he said with feeling.

‘Master?’

His face was grave. ‘You would not know this, but my kind have special reason to hate the chessplayers, even above the general populace. When the wars were at their height they ruled all Boardland and none dared stand before them. In between their battles they enjoyed certain sports, amongst them hunting. As so-called ‘Royal Beasts’, my kindred were their favoured prey. Do you wonder that I hate them?’

Alice felt sickened. ‘No, Master. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anything about that.’

‘I know you didn’t, girl,’ he assured her, ruffling her feathers affectionately. ‘You’ve been making your own way as best you could, and doing it well. But you will be the Carnelian’s tool no longer. Tomorrow we’ll look for the White Queen, if she’s still in Brillig, and if possible recover your friend. Then … well, we’ll see. But if I finally rid Boardland of those gameplayers, I’ll count it a sweeter victory than ever I won in the ring today!’

Alice awoke in the small hours to the sound of a heavy blow striking home. She felt the impact transmitted through Leonus’s body, which lay half on top of her. She heard him moan and jerk as though to rise, then came another thud and he collapsed back to the bed. In the dim glow of the night lamp she saw a shadowy hooded figure looming over the bed holding a club aloft. She opened her mouth to scream, only to have a wad of cloth forced into it. Leonus’s limp body was heaved off her and hands began to unsnap her chains. She flailed about, trying to kick at the shadowy intruder, but a heavy cuff across the side of her head stunned her. By the time she had recovered herself her arms and legs were bound tightly by the chains and she was helpless.

A hood was pulled over her head and tied about her neck. Strong hands picked her up and she was thrown over a large shoulder. As a wriggling bundle she was carried out of the room along a deserted corridor and down two flights of stairs, where another door opened onto the outside air. She was tossed over the back of a horse, her kidnapper then mounted behind her and, with a clatter of hooves, Alice was spirited away into the night.

Ten

THE NIGHTMARE RIDE
into the unknown seemed endless to Alice, though it could not have actually lasted much more than a couple of hours. Her discomfort and fear for herself was tempered by the terrible memory of her abduction. The sickening thuds as the shadowy figure hit Leonus again and again rang through her mind. Was Leonus all right? Was he even alive? It was not fair to be taken from him so soon!

Finally the horse was reined in and her kidnapper dismounted. He lifted Alice down and laid her on her side on damp earth, where she felt a warm breeze playing over her naked body. Her hood was stripped off and the cloth gag pulled from between her numbed dry lips. Blinking in the bright light of day she saw the stately trees of an Underland wood about her, while not one but two horses were peacefully cropping the grass nearby.

Alice moaned in fear and rage, rolling onto her back as she strained at her bonds. A large man clad in scarlet knight’s armour was standing over her. The long peaked visor of his helmet was raised, revealing a square-jawed face, a prow of a nose and hard, penetrating eyes. She had seen those eyes before somewhere …

Then she knew who he was. He was the man in the hall: Sir Rubin the Red Knight and Queen’s agent, whom she should have met in a wood outside Brillig. This very wood?

He was scowling down at her. ‘Why have you taken so long to get here, pawn?’ he said sharply. ‘I can sense Her Majesty’s impatience even from this distance, and do not wish it to become anger!’

But Alice was not listening. ‘You bastard! Why did you have to hit him so hard? He might be dead!’

Sir Rubin looked genuinely baffled by her outburst. ‘The lion? What of it? I had to get you out of his clutches and that was the easiest way. You should be grateful.’

‘Grateful? I liked him! He was kind to me.’

The Knight’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. ‘Is your brain addled, pawn? Is it those feathers, for you certainly have more now than I was given to expect? You have the marks of a fresh beating on your rump. Did that animal not do that?’

‘I asked for it! And I loved everything else he did to me!’

His lips wrinkled in displeasure. ‘I believe you are some kind of animal lover. I didn’t expect much from a girling, but I allowed that you might have no choice in who you served. But you actually boast of your pleasure with that creature! You disgust me.’

‘And you’re just a bigot! I know what your lot did here. They’re people, can’t you see that?’

Sir Rubin reached down, grasped her by the shoulders and lifted her upright. ‘It does not matter what you like or not, girling pawn,’ he said grimly. ‘You have a function to serve in a noble cause. Now I must send the signal so that her Majesty can begin her move.’

He unclipped the chains still fastened to her ankle cuffs, freeing her legs, then dragged her across to where a fallen tree lay picturesquely in a small clearing. Bending her over it so that her breasts pressed into the rough bark, he kicked her legs wide and took up position behind her. Alice heard a strap being unbuckled and a rustle of cloth.

‘Did he use your front passage?’ Rubin asked in a tone that did not invite a response. ‘It looks raw. How could you have enjoyed that? Then I will have your rear. I see it’s freshly greased, that’s something. It is not my favourite orifice on a girling, but it will serve as well for the purpose. When we are done Her Majesty will know the rendezvous has been made!’

He grasped her hips and drove his hard cock into the small round mouth of her anus, opening her ring, and then with a grunt slid the rest of his shaft all the way up her. Alice lay limply across the tree trunk as though she did not have a stranger’s penis up her rear.

Sir Rubin withdrew a little and slapped the back of his hand across her still tender bottom. ‘Respond to me, slut, or I swear I will have the hide off you!’

Alice sighed miserably. She could not fight it so she had to let it happen. Mechanically she began to wiggle her hips and push back against him. Gritting her teeth she squeezed her muscles about his cock and uttered a vague moan.

‘That’s better, girl,’ he said, and went back to his metronomic thrusting.

Alice closed her eyes as she was ground against the trunk, allowing instinctive reflexes to take over within her. It would be a cold pleasure but she could make herself come. That was her only strength and now she must use it. But how she wished it was Leonus having her like this! How tender he had been with her for all his strength. Of course he was so big he might burst her if he used her anally, but she’d gladly take the risk. No, she corrected herself immediately, she would simply stretch a little wider for him, because it was meant to be. Did she really believe that? Her mind was in turmoil. How could she think of Leonus like this after having known him only a few hours? But what did time matter here? In Underland the strangest things could meld together and the impossible happened every day.