‘Warm up, girling. Don’t tell me that beast drained you.’
But Alice submitted to the strap with evident lethargy, waiting patiently.
Finally Albinous put the strap aside and knelt between her spread legs, freeing his erect penis which was already anticipating its release, and drove it into the cleft of her pudenda. Alice let herself go loose, so he had little friction as a reward. He thrust harder and faster, working hard to rouse her.
Suddenly Alice moaned as though caught up in the throes of an orgasm, clamped her internal muscles down on his jabbing penis and squeezed it tight, even as she vigorously ground her hips back and forth. Albinous panicked, trying to pull out of the warm lovemouth that now seemed to be intent on sucking the life from his member.
‘Stop it, you bitch, I … no, no … ughhh!’
Helplessly he came inside her, finally pulling free of her clutches in time only to send the last of his sperm splattering in hot spurts across her reddened buttocks. Turning her face to the ground as though also spent, Alice secretly grinned in triumph.
‘I told you to rouse her, not relieve her!’ the White Queen said angrily as she strode over, alerted by Albinous’s angry cries. Albinous looked up at her in acute embarrassment.
‘Sorry, Your Majesty. I … er, couldn’t help myself.’
‘Well riddle the other one with more care.’
Albinous blushed. ‘I can’t, Majesty. Not for a while. This one’s … drained me.’
‘Men!’ the White Queen exclaimed in exasperation. ‘Tend to my horse then.’ She turned to Sir Blanche. ‘You see to Juliet. Strap and shaft her.’
‘Me, Majesty? Must I?’
‘Yes! And don’t take too long about it! That is an order!’ And she turned about and stomped off.
Alice was looking at Juliet as the command was given and saw a strange look in her eye.
Juliet glanced up at Sir Blanche and, with a shy smile, eased her legs wider apart and pushed out her bottom a little further. The ripe peach of her sex pouted between her thighs, a glistening dew appearing on its deep cleft. She was blatantly encouraging him to carry out his orders.
After a blink or two, understanding seemed to dawn on the knight. He picked up the belt Albinous had cast aside and swung it across Juliet’s proffered buttocks. There was a smooth crack and the girl flinched as a red stripe appeared crossing the swelling fullness of her two nether hemispheres and a shiver ran through her flesh. But though the blow had been firmly delivered she held her posture of abject surrender. By the third crisp smack tears were filling her eyes, but still she held steady. Alice gazed at Juliet in surprise. She was smiling.
When Juliet’s bottom was an even rosy red, Sir Blanche put down the strap and knelt between Juliet’s spread knees. How is he going to manage with all that armour? Alice wondered. But a small hinged panel over his groin was raised, the knight reached inside and drew out a good-sized erection which he fed into the plump pink-lipped cleft before him.
Juliet sighed as he slid into her. As he began to shaft her with a steady rhythm her face became blissful and her eyes took on the glaze of mounting arousal. In a minute she was wriggling and moaning happily.
‘Oh, yes! That’s so nice. Oh … I think … I’m going to come. Please finish me … please!’
‘Sorry, my dear,’ Sir Blanche said, pulling his now glistening cock out of her. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished … but not this time, I’m afraid. Perhaps later.’ He frowned. ‘We shall see.’
The Queen looked over at the helpless frustration written large on Juliet’s face and nodded with approval. ‘That’s the state I want them in. Now to your horses.’
The party mounted up again. The girls scrambled to their feet as their leash chains grew taut and followed in their wake. As they went Alice gave Juliet’s still flushed and excited features a searching glance.
‘Did you know what you were doing?’ she asked softly.
‘I think so,’ Juliet said, as though still surprised at herself.
‘And how much was acting just to make Albinous look more of a fool?’
But in answer to that question Juliet only smiled.
In another hour they reached the edge of the Brillig square. Before them the edge barrier hung out of a bleak sky, with the normally pearly Underland light dimming through sticky yellow into purple grey gloom. The slight breeze had died, leaving a heavy sense of anticipation, as though for a storm that would not break.
They reached the very edge of the square bounded by the last brook that separated them from the Crown. The Queen dismounted and for a minute walked up and down a length of the narrow channel in silence, peering intently at the shimmering translucent wall that ran along it and the dark and blurred land on the further side.
Finally she nodded to herself. ‘Bring them here.’
Albinous unclipped their leashes and dragged Alice and Juliet over to her. She pinched their chins in her stubby strong fingers and forced them to look into her eyes, which now shone with a new and dangerous inner light. When she spoke her voice held such an undertone of malicious glee that Alice shivered.
‘Now, if you’re the perverse little girlings I judge you to be, this will excite you. You will need all that masochistic longing for suffering to pass through into the last square, because in there you will face the most depraved creature in all Boardland. I found it mentioned in a little cautionary rhyme during my researches. I suspect Magenta has been attempting to discover more about the Crown itself, but what good will that do her if she cannot get past its guardian? Do you want to know its name?’
She recited:
‘Beware, fair maid, the slavishing beast,
Vilely tongued and blazing eyed.
Upon girlings does it hungrily feast,
Who first have been well sodomised.
On claws that clack and wings that flap,
The tulgey wood it prowls.
In a snip and a snap a girl it will trap,
Careless of how she howls.
Clutching her tight it begins to test,
The plumpitiousness of its new find.
By sticking and pricking her titiful breast,
And prodding her bouncy behind.
But bestially worse a girl has to fear,
From its gnurlious twice-pronged cock.
Quick as a leer it will rend front and rear,
So beware the cruel Jabberwock!’
The White Queen beamed at them as the image of the Jabberwock from the book knotted Alice’s stomach. It was the one true monster in the story. And in Underland it liked girls …
‘A fitting guardian for the Crown of Auria, don’t you think?’ the Queen said. ‘It’s large and vicious, preying on any people or animals that enter its lair. However, as the rhyme suggests, it has a special affection, call it a weakness, for girlings. One might say it likes to play with them. Nothing you have ever experienced before can prepare you for what that means. There will be pain and torment and, yes, perhaps, a few moments of the most exquisite rapture so intense you may not survive.’
Juliet was looking deathly pale. Alice spoke, trying to keep her voice level. ‘And while it’s playing with us, you’ll be sneaking round to steal the Crown, I suppose?’
‘Exactly. I promise, if I achieve my goal in time, I will do all I can to save you. Think of it as another reason to keep the Jabberwock amused for as long as possible. In any case it would be unwise to let it get bored with you.’ As she spoke she dropped her hands between their legs, thrusting stiff fingers up into the depths of their vulvas while grinding her thumbs down on their clitorises. ‘How long do you think you can last while such a creature ravishes you?’ she asked as she toyed with them. Juliet whimpered and Alice felt her body responding in the only way it knew; meeting the prospect of depravity head on with uplifted nipples and a slippery crotch.
The Queen lifted her hands to inspect the intimate dew they had deposited upon them. ‘I see girlings are such slaves to your n
atures that you cannot help becoming aroused, even when the prospect terrifies. Good, I knew you would not let me down. Now open the way for us!’
Extra leashes were fastened to their collars and, with Albinous holding one set, they were made to climb down the bank and wade out into the middle of the brook. For the first time Alice felt some resistance as she pushed though the barrier curtain until it rippled through the middle of her body, teasing her senses and trying to insinuate itself up her cleft. Tilting her head she glimpsed tall dark trees on the other side of the divide. Juliet took up position facing Alice with a gap between them large enough for a horse to pass.
Sir Blanche guided his nervous mount between them, leaning into the barrier as it resisted his passing. Alice felt it stretching and tugging at her, but their presence must have weakened it enough, for knight and horse suddenly slipped through. She felt Sir Blanche pick up their second set of leashes on the other side and draw them tight. There would be no last-minute escape after the others had passed.
The Queen was about to ride though when Albinous suddenly pointed up at the sky in the direction they had come. ‘Look, Majesty!’
At first Alice thought it was a bird he was pointing to silhouetted against the low band of bright sky, gradually flapping its way towards them and into the shadow of the perpetual overcast. Then the White Queen laughed loudly as she realised what it was.
The Red Queen was coming. Her cloak billowed behind her as her legs pumped away in their improbable distance-devouring strides that drove her through the air.
‘The strength it must have cost her to travel so far and fast!’ The White Queen said, with a hint of admiration. ‘A last sad reminder of how we used to bestride this world, but a careless move. She found the wood empty and she must know Sir Rubin has been taken. Even if there was one to hand, she cannot carry another girling with her to breach the barrier. And, once within, you will be beyond her control. She has lost!’
She rode through the brook between Alice and Juliet with Albinous close behind her. Alice had a last glimpse of the Red Queen swooping desperately down out of the sky like a vengeful eagle, before a tug on their leashes jerked her and Juliet into the gloom of the final square.
Eleven
THE WOOD WAS vast and gloomy, its trees straight and tall, their lower branches mostly lying broken and fallen to the ground. Those that remained spread into a tangled canopy high above their heads. This further muted what meagre light the sky delivered, filling the hollows with shadow. And over all this was the sense of an unseen and malicious presence.
These threatening new surroundings did not please their horses, which began to toss their heads and scrape their hooves nervously. Albinous held his mount on a tight rein while the Queen gave hers a warning tap on its head with her sceptre. Sir Blanche bent forward and patted and stroked his charger’s neck, and whispered reassuringly in its ear, ‘Don’t take fright now, Snowdrop.’
He drew a long slim cylinder from out of the baggage pack slung behind his saddle and tucked it under his arm. There was a click and hiss of greased metal, and the cylinder expanded into a tapering pointed shaft four or five times its original length.
Even through the churning fear that was consuming Alice’s mind, she recognised it as a telescopic lance. Neat trick. She glanced at Juliet, hoping she was showing a brave face. But she was staring blankly ahead of her and did not notice.
As the party made its way deeper into the woods the horses’ anxiety became worse, until both the Queen’s and Albinous’s mounts were threatening to unseat them. Finally the Queen said, in a voice less assured than Alice had yet heard, ‘Leave them here, else they will alert the beast before we are ready. We must continue on foot.’
They all dismounted. Albinous slung a pack over his shoulder and then unhitched Alice and Juliet’s leashes. In his free hand he held a sword. The Queen grasped her sceptre tightly, her small chin thrust out in a show of determination. Only Sir Blanche hung back, his face pinched with worry. Suddenly he said: ‘I cannot countenance what you are going to do to these girlings, Majesty. I will have no further part in it.’
‘What!’ The Queen spun round to face him with a look of disbelief rapidly shading to anger. Alice was sure it was only the knowledge of where they were that prevented a titanic outburst. As it was her words were hissed from between clenched jaws as her pale cheeks flushed. ‘Do you know what you’re saying? You would sacrifice your honour for a pair of girlings? This is treason!’
‘I stand upon my honour,’ Sir Blanche said resolutely. ‘That is why I can continue no further.’
Alice saw Juliet watching him with an expression of sad pride, in contrast to the fuming rage of the Queen. When she found her voice again she spat out, ‘Then stay here and mind the horses. When this is over I will deal with you!’
He bowed stiffly. ‘As you will, Your Majesty.’
The diminished party continued onwards, Albinous dragging the girls by their leashes as he followed after the Queen.
They reached a thorny thicket that seemed to extend like a wall across their path. Albinous hacked a way through with his sword. Beyond the wood seemed even darker. Alice began to notice half-seen things in the shadows. Here was a discarded spear and there a helmet, and were those white sticks actually bones? How many had passed this way before them … and how few had returned?
A clearing of sorts opened before them and the Queen called a halt. ‘This will do,’ she said softly to Albinous. ‘Have you sufficient for the both of them? They must be secure, yet the beast must also be able to carry them off easily.’
‘Yes, Majesty. I bought additional materials in case of need while in Brillig.’
‘Then prepare them. And be quick.’
Selecting one of the few intact overhanging branches within reach, Albinous dragged across a fallen branch so that it lay beneath it. Removing their leashes but leaving their hands bound behind them, he made Juliet and Alice climb upon it so they stood facing each other a little apart and below the upper limb. He then threw lengths of chain over the branch and gathered up the dangling ends, which were fitted with large blunt hooks. A pair of these he slipped into their collar rings, ensuring they stood straight with their heads up. Grinning into their helpless faces, he secured the next larger set of hooks into the ready made sockets of their front passages, his strong fingers parting their pudendal lips as he slid the curving metal tips inside them. They gasped and squirmed as they felt themselves plugged, though they did so with hardly a squeak for fear of what a raised voice might call out of the menacing woods. As the chains were tightened the upper shafts of the hooks pressed against their clitorises even as the buried tips stimulated those sensitive organs through the walls of their vaginal tunnels.
Albinous then secured the third and last set of hooks into their rectums, forcing their anal rings wide and giving the hooks a tug to make sure they were firmly in place. Juliet was staring at Alice in mute disbelief that they could be so humiliated, but Albinous was not finished with them yet.
From his pack he brought out a reel of strong thin cord and two pairs of bulldog clips. He tied the clips in pairs linked by short lengths of cord and clipped them onto their nipples, making them whimper as the metal clamps bit into their soft paps. The rest of the cord was tied about the lengths linking the clips, passed over the branch above them and run off in the cover of some straggling bushes well clear of the tree.
‘Do you wish them gagged, Majesty?’ Albinous asked as the Queen inspected his handiwork.
‘No, the more noise they make the better. The beast is attracted to girling voices, but it does not understand speech, so they cannot warn it of our intentions.’ She smiled at Alice. ‘You see, it is in your best interests that we track the beast back to its lair and so find the Crown quickly. So do not stifle your feelings. Right, start them singing …’
Albinous heaved the fallen branch out from under their feet and then he and the Queen retreated to cover, leaving Alice and Juliet hang
ing like pieces of meat in a butcher’s shop with their weight supported only by their collars and cruelly hooked orifices. They yelped and whimpered as their vaginas and anuses were stretched unnaturally open, feet kicking about in mid air in a reflex attempt to find some new support. But that only made their discomfort worse so they soon desisted. Even with their legs still they wobbled wildly as they tried to find some point of balance, rocking and yawing about on their chains while groaning with the tingling pain in their clamped nipples. And with each incautious movement the hooks twisted inside them in a way no girling could resist. Inexorably their natural lubrication began to flow about the curving prongs of metal.
Alice could see the hook buried in Juliet’s cleft stretching it into a forced vertical smile, and felt her own anus similarly gaping, allowing the open air to enter her rectum, no doubt also carrying the scent of their arousal through the wood. How long before it reached the Jabberwock?
‘I was lying,’ Juliet said suddenly, blinking through her tears.
‘What?’
‘About not belonging here. I just wanted you to know that … whatever happens next.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Alice said.
‘What I said in Gyre about having a wonderful family and just wanting to get back to them wasn’t true.’
Alice shuddered in her bittersweet torment. ‘Is this the time for confessions?’ she gasped.
‘What else can we do?’ Juliet said. ‘Please listen. It may be the only chance I have. You thought I was being brave putting up with everything because I’m not a natural submissive, but it’s not true. I want you to know about the real me … aah!’
A sharp tug on the cords lifted their breasts by their clamped nipples making them into fat pink cones before they dropped down again with a bounce and shiver, sending Alice and Juliet swaying in their chain slings afresh and forcing cries of pain from their lips. It was a reminder that they were not going to be allowed to remain still or quiet. They were the bait in a trap and had to squirm like masochistic worms on fishing hooks.
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