Alice In Chains

by Adriana Arden

  But a new light was burning in Juliet’s eyes and she raised her voice defiantly. ‘Please let me tell you the truth about how I got here!’

  Alice sighed. Juliet was probably right. What else was there to do? ‘Go on.’

  ‘We were well off and I did live in a nice house … but my parents weren’t in love. Maybe they had been once but that had all gone by the time I was old enough to realise what was going on. I don’t know why they had me or why they stayed together. Habit, maybe. It was all horribly cold and mechanical. I spent a lot of time out with friends or on the web. Then by accident I found a site showing S&M and CP images. It was really pervy and I felt repelled and yet fascinated at the same time, you know? Of course, my parents caught me watching it and for once in their lives agreed on something – they were both disgusted with me. I got angry and said I’d rather do something like that than stay at home with them any longer. They said OK, thinking I’d back down, but I left the next day … aaahh!’

  Their nipples were wrenched upwards once again by the Queen’s unseen hand and they writhed and swayed, impaling themselves deeper on their hooks. Alice felt her juices soaking through her feathers and begin to drip to the ground.

  Juliet fought to keep her voice even as she grimly pressed on with her story. ‘So I left home … but there had been an address on the bondage site which was only in the next town from where I lived, and I thought I could earn some money posing to get me started living independently … or maybe it was to test my nerve and shock my parents when I sent them a set of pics. I’m not sure now. Anyway, I found the studio and the man who interviewed me was a bit odd but friendly enough so I thought I’d risk it. In an hour I was trussed up like a turkey having a camera almost shoved up my pussy. I was scared stiff but really turned on at the same time.

  ‘They paid me enough to stay in a cheep hotel that night and said come back the next day. This time they wanted me to do a sort of jokey set of pictures with an actor dressed up as Humpty Dumpty.’

  ‘He’s also in the Looking Glass story,’ Alice said.

  ‘Is he? Maybe that explains what happened. Anyway, Humpty blamed me flashing my pussy for making him fall off the wall, so once he got put back together I got punished. There was heavier bondage mixed with a bit of CP, which really got me going. I think I must have come under all the pain and stimulation because I fainted. I don’t know it if was planned or not, but when I woke up I was down here in the square next to Ruddle’s garden. I wandered in and got tricked into becoming one of his flowergirls. But I felt so stupid for what I’d got myself into and ashamed of being a masochist, or whatever I am, that I pretended I didn’t belong here. I just wanted you to know the truth, that’s all.’

  Alice forced herself to smile through the pain and mounting arousal in her hooked and clamped and helpless body. ‘If that’s the truth and you’re happy being what you are, don’t feel any more guilt. We’ll get through this by finding pleasure in pain, freedom in chains and be able to get off on whatever screws us, however gross he, she or it is. Nobody who isn’t a girling at heart can ever really understand, but that’s our secret strength …’

  She faltered because she saw a light moving through the trees over Juliet’s shoulder. Juliet noticed her expression change and gulped. ‘Is it coming?’ she asked faintly.

  ‘Yes.’ Alice grappled for some final piece of advice, even as her own stomach was tying itself in knots. ‘Whatever he does to you, try to look as though you’re having fun.’

  Two baleful glowing eyes emerged from under the treetop canopy, set in a bulbous tendrilled head that wove about on a sinuous neck. Fluttering batwings supported a green-scaled and lumpy body with vast four-clawed hands and gangling three-clawed feet. A long tail slithered across the ground in its wake. A vast absurd pink waistcoat covered its upper torso. It should have sent Alice into a fit of giggles, for who could take any creature seriously dressed in such a garment? But the waistcoat was streaked with the rust-brown stains of dried blood.

  The Jabberwock’s pinched mouth opened to reveal two pairs of huge peg-like teeth and it vented a snuffling, braying siren-blast that made them jerk in their chains. Juliet’s yelp of fear became a shameful curse as her bladder cut loose and she peed messily over her cunt hook.

  The beast came to earth with eerie grace and padded over to them, looming higher and larger. It was a literal monster, Alice thought, trembling in unashamed terror. The great head snaked down to peer at them through its featureless glowing eyes and the contents of Alice’s bladder joined that of Juliet’s on the forest floor. It snorted and the tendrils about its head shivered. Were they part of its olfactory sense? Alice wondered in a fleeting moment of detached curiosity.

  Two clawed hands like mechanical grabs reached out and closed about them. Juliet screamed and screwed up her eyes. Alice wished she could do the same but hers seemed frozen in a petrified stare. The Jabberwock picked them up like rag dolls, their hooks sliding from their wet sockets and the chains falling away. The long cords tied to their breast clips were loosed and trailed after them.

  The beast turned the girls over curiously, examining them from every angle and ignoring their feeble struggles. Its mouth opened and a darting blood-red tongue flicked out, its slimy tip passing over Juliet’s body, savouring the swelling contours of her breasts, the palpitating curve of her stomach and the complex folds of her pubic mound. It repeated the process with Alice and she had to stifle her impulse to retch. She felt she would never be clean again.

  The Jabberwock gave a grunting snort, repeated in quick succession, for all the world like a snivelling malicious chuckle. It was enjoying their fear!

  It tipped Alice onto her back so that it looked up between her kicking legs and its tongue flicked out again. Alice caught her breath as its tip slid into her bottom hole and forced its way in … and in! It was like a greased snake slithering up her arse, worming its way through her bowels, tickling and burning as it went, disgustingly exciting, utterly degrading. Then it wriggled its way back out, leaving her anus gaping dumbly. While Alice sobbed helplessly at her violation and the shocking emptiness it left behind, the Jabberwock lapped its sodomising tongue across its ghastly lips, braying happily to itself. It was savouring the taste of her rectum! How gross, Alice thought dizzily.

  Juliet was shaking her head in horror. ‘No … please, not that!’

  ‘It’s … not as bad … as it looks,’ Alice choked out, trying desperately to reassure her.

  Juliet shrieked and burbled as the Jabberwock tongue-raped her in turn, the glistening organ sliding up between her soft thighs into the deep cleft of her buttocks and stretching her anal mouth with its inexorable progress. Alice could only watch in pity and fascination, aware of the hardness of her nipples and the wet swollen lips of her vulva. She could not deny her own arousal at the bizarre sight, rising as it did from those strange dark depths that knew no moral sense. In fact she must not deny it! That perverted response was all that she or Juliet had to support them through the ordeal. They must turn fear and pain into excitement and pleasure.

  The tongue pulled out of Juliet with a sucking glop, drawing a fresh moan from her as she twitched feebly in the taloned grasp of the great clawed hand.

  ‘Are you all right?’ Alice called to her.

  Her heart lifted as she saw Juliet manage a feeble smile, and gasp out, ‘And I thought … having one of Ruddle’s bulbs … stuffed up me … was bad!’

  As the Jabberwock slobbered over the unique taste of Juliet’s bowels, Alice saw something bulging from between its ridiculous thighs where only moments before there had been only scales. At the sight her mouth went dry. Oh God, the rhyme had been correct. Alice felt sick with despair and the will seemed to drain out of her. Her legs were like rubber … no, not like, they really had become useless! She could hardly move them … nor her arms, even the slight amount her bonds and the Jabberwock’s grasp allowed. What was wrong? She could still feel her body but could hardly move her limbs. />
  Juliet called out fearfully. ‘Alice … my legs! I can’t move my legs! And my hands … what’s it done to me?’

  ‘I feel it too. I think it’s just numbed us, to make us easier to handle. That tonguing was not just to get a taste of our arses. Some relaxant in his saliva … it’s probably only temporary. We couldn’t fight it anyway while it’s holding us. Just let it happen. Surrender, remember?’

  ‘I’ll … I’ll try.’

  The Jabberwock began to move off. Back in the shadows, Alice knew the Queen and Albinous were cold-bloodedly watching them being carried away. ‘Satisfied?’ she called out in desperate anger. ‘Going to follow us now? Well, I hope this thing rips your guts out, do you hear?’

  But they were already beyond the clearing, being carried along a twisting path through the dark trees.

  Juliet, hanging limply in its other claw, said in a tremulous voice, ‘Where do you think it’s taking us?’

  ‘To its den or lair or something, I suppose.’

  ‘And … what will it do then?’

  ‘You know what.’ Alice tried to sound offhand. ‘The same thing everybody in Underland does to a girling if they’ve half a chance.’

  ‘But it … he’s … huge!’

  ‘It’ll be a challenge. Girlings don’t fight, we say bring it on!’

  ‘When he’s done it … will he eat us?’

  ‘No, because he’ll be tired out after his screwfest, and while he’s sleeping it off we’ll get away!’

  ‘Do you really think so?’

  ‘Yes, if we do what we’re best at and give him a ride he’ll never forget. We’re hot juicy girling sluts, right? You can’t blame him for wanting us. And gross as he is, he’s male and we’re female. He’s got to work to provide the filling but we’ve got the holes readymade. We can do it ten times to his one.’

  Juliet bit her lip. ‘I’ll try … but he’s so horrible!’

  ‘Oh, I don’t know.’ Alice pretended to appraise their monstrous captor. ‘A little cosmetic makeover, a new suit, ten litres of deodorant …’

  Juliet was laughing hysterically by now, then suddenly choked off. ‘I think we’re here.’

  The ground had risen slightly and the trees opened to reveal an isolated knoll of jumbled boulders. As they were carried up to it they saw the huge slabs formed a shallow cave. On a patch of beaten earth before it was a crudely made standing frame of roughly cut and lashed timbers, and a single gnarled thorn bush. Hanging in the upper branches of the bush was a golden crown, which shimmered even in the dull light of the wood, sending splashes of colour across the grey dry ground.

  ‘That’s the Crown of Auria!’ Alice breathed, impressed by its magnificence despite everything.

  ‘It’s beautiful!’ Juliet said. ‘Oh … where are the Queen and Albinous? Didn’t they follow us? If they can get to it quickly enough …’

  ‘They won’t hurry on our account. We just do what I said we do, right?’

  ‘I’ll try.’

  The Jabberwock laid Juliet down in front of the timber frame and turned its attention to Alice. One huge clawed finger picked curiously at the cord still dangling from her nipple clips. Then with a flick it pulled it them off.

  Alice yelped at the pain of the metal jaws scraping over her tender flesh, then clamped her lips shut. The Jabberwock might not be able to understand words, but it might sense mood. She didn’t want to get anything that big angry with her.

  ‘Thanks,’ she said aloud. ‘My nips were going a bit numb.’

  The clawed finger was brushing across her breasts, making them sway from side to side and tormenting her ludicrously erect nipples.

  Alice gulped. ‘Do you like big tits? I think mine are pretty good. You can play with them if you like … that’s it … ow … ouch!’

  The finger was flicking the sides of her breasts with the power of a slap, making them jiggle and rebound from each other. The Jabberwock gave another of its grunting chuckles. Suddenly two claws came together on her right breast, imprisoning it between them and pinching inwards. Alice winced at the exquisite agony as her plump flesh distorted. He would skewer her tit like a kebab! Then the claws opened, leaving white indentations on either side of the heavy globe. As the colour returned to them two spots of blood appeared in their centres.

  Alice gasped in relief. ‘Thank you,’ she said in wretched gratitude. ‘Great claws you’ve got there. Very sharp. I don’t suppose you could use them to get this rope off?’ She wriggled her shoulders as well as she could, trying to indicate her bound arms.

  To her amazement it turned her round and began picking at the rope about her wrists. After a few moments it fell away. Her arms were free – still almost useless, but free!

  The Jabberwock laid her limp body on the tilted timber frame, arranging her as one might a doll until she was spreadeagled. There were thick coarse ropes hanging from the lattice of timbers and these it carefully coiled about her neck, wrists and ankles, tying them with huge clumsy knots. As it did so a sickening realisation struck Alice. She knew what the frame was for. It would bring their groins level with his.

  When it was satisfied she was secure, it picked up Juliet and began picking at her bonds. In a couple of minutes she was tied to the frame beside Alice.

  The beast rumbled with pleasure, admiring its two pretty captives, pinching and prodding them to see how easily their flesh could be manipulated. Their squeals and gasps of pain seemed to amuse it. As life returned to their limbs they began to squirm helplessly under its torments, which entertained it even more. In fact its pleasure was all too plain to see.

  An erection as long as Alice’s arm and even greater in girth was jutting out from between the thing’s legs. The last third of its heavily veined length was forked, dividing into an upper head and a slightly smaller lower one. There was no sign of any foreskin, but from slots in the twin cock tips clear fluid dripped to the ground. He was ready for them.

  Juliet saw the monstrous thing and moaned, ‘It’ll kill us!’

  ‘No, we only have to manage the heads,’ Alice said. ‘We can do that. It might even be fun.’ She gritted her teeth and lifted her hips invitingly. If it had her first it might be a little easier on Juliet. ‘Well here I am!’ she called out. ‘Think you’re big enough …?’ Her voice faded to a fearful burble. It did not need any more encouragement.

  The Jabberwock shuffled round to stand between her spread legs. Its clawed thumbs hooked round the inside of her knees and wrenched them outwards and apart, opening her inner thighs and her feathered lovemouth. Its forked shaft bobbed about as though questing for sheaths to suit his pleasure. The double heads like twin fists caressed her thighs, slithering upward into her groin, butting harder as they sought points of entry into her body which was being driven up against the ropes that bound her to the frame that creaked under the load. Her fear-locked orifices gave way under the inexorable pressure and suddenly the massive forked cockheads slid simultaneously into her, front and rear.

  Alice howled.

  It was like having fence posts rammed up both orifices, filling them to bursting and round into her cervix violating her womb and her clit being squeezed so hard it was going to pop right out of her and her bladder spraying what little it still held and her cunt and bumhole stretching and stretching and she screaming and screaming at the top of her voice driven by the most raw disgusting frightening incredible sensation she had even known …

  Then the Jabberwock pulled its penis out for half its length and did it all to her again with its second thrust.

  On the tenth agonisingly slow-motion penetration Alice came, her screams of pain becoming cries of desperate release and her body arching about the twin poles that impaled her.

  The Jabberwock threw back his monstrous head and let out a siren-blast of delight that echoed through the woods. Its huge penis pulsed, pumping hot sperm into Alice like a fire hose, flooding her vagina and intestines until her stomach bulged. For a moment Alice thought she would burst
like a balloon. Then it squirted back around the corks of the twin shafts and out of her distended pudenda and anus in sticky gobbets and streamers over her thighs.

  Alice collapsed limp, trembling and utterly spent, hovering on the edge of insensibility. She was dimly aware of the Jabberwock pulling out of her with a terrible suction that still left the mouths of her passages gaping wide and only slowly, painfully, constricting. At some point she felt the frame rocking under her as the Jabberwock began to screw Juliet. As though from a great distance she watched her lovely bound body shuddering under his onslaught, her belly swelling with each thrust of the huge double cockheads, her back arching and sweat-sheened breasts heaving, nipples hard-pointed, tear-wet eyes bulging and disbelieving, her mouth seeming not to close as she vented forth a stream of shrieks and moans. But Alice had not even the energy to open her own mouth to utter some words of comfort. What could she say anyway?

  She seemed just to blink but must have passed out for a few minutes, because when she opened her eyes again Juliet was hanging limp and sperm-splattered beside her while the Jabberwock was hunched over, drawing in its breath in almost comic steam-train wheezes. That image rekindled a spark of defiance in her. They had drained it. It was shagged out! Monsters – nil, Girlings – one!

  However, her legs felt useless. All the tendons in her groin had been stretched to their limits. Even if they were untied how far could they get?

  ‘At least we got though round one,’ she said to Juliet, her voice rasping in her dry throat. ‘Are you all right?’

  ‘Just …’ Juliet replied faintly.

  ‘But you came? You got your bit of pleasure out of him?’

  ‘Yes … and it was incredible … but I don’t think I could do it again. My insides hurt so. Next time he’ll split me open!’