ALICE THROUGH THE MIRROR

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

Alice woke with a start; something or someone was in her room. Faint sounds, just within audible range, whispered in her ears. Even sounds that may have been muffled shrieks tingled in her ears. Surely this far away from the main areas of the manor, even an illicit late night party in one of the bedrooms would not be heard up here. Many little thirteen year old girls, a long way from the home she grew up in. And now living among strangers in a strange land would have dived down under the voluminous bedcovers until dawn.

But this Alice was very adventurous, as was the Alice who chased a rabbit down his rabbit hole.

And just too pragmatics to even consider ghosts.

It must be the middle of the night, Alice observed. Light from the full moon through the double width window beside her bed illuminated the room as it bounced of that huge mirror on the opposite wall. Alice, her explorer curiosity in full control, slid off the huge four posters canopied bed. The black; intricately carved wooden bulk dominates the "Princes Tower Room". Quite literally a four story high, round tower, complete with conical roof, beyond the Medieval banquet hall. Traditionally, occupied by the eldest daughter of her mother’s family estate.

Alice took a deep breath kneeled down, and peered underneath. Nothing there.

Alice then walked over to the coffin sized; brown leather covered chest, and taking another deep breath, using all her strength, yanked up the lid. Nothing there, but spare bed linen.

Next came the double door Amor across the round tower room. But as Alice walked towards it, her ears perked up as she passed the huge mirror / door. The sounds appeared to be coming from the modern washroom hidden behind it. The door had no knob; being sprung opened by pushing on its right edge.

Alice walked up to the right side of the door and, after a second of hesitation shoved on it hard. And jumped back as the door quickly swung open, but not fast enough. The right edge caught her left shoulder and sent her sprawling. When she picked herself up, rubbing the point of impact. She peered inside the revealed bathroom.

As the lights had come on when the door opened, it was obvious it was very empty. But as Alice was about to step inside, the window edge caught her eye. The plain border had fallen off exposing an intricacy carved edge.

Alice was a relatively astute American girl, and her tutelage under Mistress Seymour's whip had introduced her to bondage and submission. But even that experience would have not prepared her for the interwoven carvings of females undergoing innumerable tortures and painful bondage carved into the windows black wooden borders.

Alice was fascinated by them, and with her fingers pried at the opposite edge, revealed yet more scenes. As she stepped closer to see the details carved high on the frame, her left nipple brushed the trim. For she had slept nude, except for the leather thong, since her mistress had presented it to her. A sudden tiny prick startled her; she jumped away from that edge, brushing against the mirror, leaving a thin trail of blood on its surface.

The reflected light in the room blinked, causing Alice to step backwards all the way to the bed.

Alice was startled by the view now presented by the huge mirror. It still showed the interior of her tower room, and the bed that dominated it. But it did not show Alice standing between the mirror and the bed.

What it showed was a small young nude female stretched out between the four posters of the bed, and a larger, older, equally nude male on top, having very rough sex with her. Her muffled cries, somehow coming through the mirror, were what had woke Alice up. His hips thrust his male member up into her as his fingers dug into her budding breasts. Alice saw blond hair flying as her head was flung back and forth by his efforts. And the females splayed limbs showed marks of whipping. Manacles hanging from the top of each of the nearest bedposts danced with the force of the rape. Another chained nude female was on her knees at the foot of the bed.

The male’s body arched, indicating he had achieved his goal. After a few slower thrusts he rolled of both the female and the bed. Then walked up to the girl chained at the foot of the bed as her head submissively pivoted up to receive his glistening member.

Alice watched her first performance of falletto as the girl expertly cleaned the shrinking member. After a few minutes he shoved the girl backward onto the floor with his knee, and walked right up to the mirror.

As he approached, Alice was drawn to the mirror as a moth to flame. The adult male approaching the mirror was the same man who had mesmerized her, only yesterday morning in the Equestrian yard. He stood in front of the mirror, and gasped as he winked and walked out of site. Alice saw the tower door swing open into view and then close.

The sobbing of the two abused females coming softly to here ear drew Alice’s gaze back to the great bed. With the male out of the way, the tiny female spread wide on the great bed was fully exposed. Alice’s hands went to her mouth as she realized the girl looked just like her.

Then Alice, as another Alice had, put her hand up to the mirror surface and almost fainted when it went right through. She stepped back with her heart pounding as if it would burst right through her bare chest.

What to do? If her hand went through, would her entire body? If her hand came back through, could she?

The reflected moon light was fading away as lookalike girl on the bed began to cry, and that made Alice’s mind up for her. Pulling up her courage socks, Alice walked directly into the mirror.

And bounced right back, falling backwards onto her firm rear, as the room faded to black. The ringing phone awoke Alice sometime later with both a pounding headache and a sore nose. She stumbled to the amor, flung open the door and grabbed the phone.

"It is seven AM, breakfast will be out in fifteen minutes" Mary’s voice came through, and before Alice could respond, hung up. In a daze Alice went through her morning toilet and dressed in the same blue jeans with another blouse on top.

Grabbing the faded jacket and sticking the found flat cap on her head, off she went. Another day with the horses overrode anything else happing in her life. Alice at a filling breakfast under the eye of the cook, and after promising not to be late for dinner, hurried off down to the horses.

Behind her, Teresa watched from an third floor window all the way to the Equestrian doors, and only walked away as she stepped inside.

Alice / Mary was permanently assigned Knight Rider by Mark, and spent the day walking, washing and brushing him down. She was quite pleased to find Mark dropping by more often than his duties probably required.

He walked in as she was washing him down. The tall boy stopping at the mews doorway. Alice allowed Mark to reach out his rough hand and pull her close, bending her backward for a kiss. When he let her go, the taller boy was gone. "Marking my territory" Mark smiled, swatting Alice on the rear as she turned back to Knight-Rider. Alice rewarded him with a toothy smile back.

A simple kiss for a young uncomplicated man feeling his oats. Showing off, in front of his peers, delighted to finding a girl who loved horses as he. A simple kiss to a young girl stumbling from childhood to womanhood. Unsure of either direction or goal. But instinctively knowing when she found something, or someone she appreciated being around.

Neither one aware of the consequences stemming from that kiss.

Other prize horses were arriving all the time, and thrice more Alice was called upon to lead out reluctant horses.

Mark squired Alice at lunch, and walked her home again that evening and Alice / Mary rewarded him with a hug and a kiss full on the mouth.

"He is really quite a prize, Alice. Good looking, excellent job prospects and thinks he has a girlfriend his own age and station. When do you intend on telling him the truth ? Mary asked as Alice bounced into the kitchen.

A deflated Alice meekly sat down across from Mary at the kitchen table and ate what Natalie served in silence.

Alice told all she was almost asleep on her feet again, and dragged her tired body up the stairs into her tower bedroom. After a desultory shower, she habitually slipped on her leather thong and burrowed under her bed covers.

As Alice slept the deep sleep of the bodily tired. The setting sun was gradually replaced with the full moon.

From a rooftop terrace Teresa watched the full moon rise, it’s rays caressing the Princess Tower and through the window set a long time ago to receive them. She smiled, and descended to her spartan bedroom. There to shower, and slip between her own bed sheets and slept the sleep of those who have accomplished their lifelong task.

In the Princess Bedroom the rays of the full moon crept across the floor and eventually flooded the room with light reflected from the mirror / door.

Again the light blinked.

Again the sounds of a female in torment woke Alice.

This time a young female was suspended from the shackles attached to the rear bedposts. Her slender legs spread wide to shackles a foot below at floor level. That same male was standing naked off to one side, a multi thonged flogger in one hand. As Alice watched he walked the whip from her neck all the way down to her feet. He then stepped to the middle of the bed and applied it to her exposed front. It was clear to Alice inflicting the punishment was stimulating him, not the nudity of the bound young females.

After again availing himself of the oral services offered by the female crouching at the foot of the bed, he walked directly up to the mirror. Standing about a foot away, extending an open hand, and swept it backwards towards the sobbing females, as if he knew Alice was watching and inviting Alice to enter his home.

And again Alice saw the tower room door swing open and shut behind him.

Again completely mesmerized by this masterly male Alice, has her literary namesake had, stepped through the looking glass into a new world.

The room looked the same, every piece of furniture was in the same place. She walked first up to the one cowering on the floor, and lifted her face up.

"Your pleasure Mistress" the girl softly said. " Why Mistress?" queried Alice. "Sex slaves have hair only on their heads, Mistress. And as you drew my head up, I observed the soft down over your tender sex lips" the little female replied. "May I be allowed to please you ?’ she continued.

"Later" A confused Alice said as she walked around to see the face of the suspended female with identical body and hair to hers. But it was another face. Similar, but different as a sister’s might.

Loosing interest, Alice peered out the large double width window. Moonlight showed a shadowy garden, and lights in the distance indicated the equestrian barns were in the same place. Alice returned to the female on the floor and reaching down, found her chains were only held in place with snap latches ."A natural submissive ?’

"Stand Up and Help me get her down" Alice ordered. And soon the whipped girl was helped into the shower were they both helped wash the blood of her body. "Any food or medication handy?", Alice inquired and the bed post girl hurried out and returned with a squeeze bottle of pink liquid and what appeared to be energy bars. She knelt on the floor in front of Alice, head down holding the objects upward.

"Well apply the one that is medication to her whip marks and both of you eat which is food" a befuddled Alice ordered. "You exemplary kindness in greatly appreciated Mistress" both females softly answered as they applied medication to each other with one hand while wolfing down the food bars with the other.

A few minuets later Alice was perched on the bed with the two females at her feet.

"What is wrong? "Alice inquired as the two fidgeted and fused. "It is not right we are unbound Mistress", they replied in unison. "Fine, fetch fetters and I will bind you both" I have questions that need answering.

The bed girl actually crawled away and returned with neck, wrist and ankle shackles all interconnected by a long chain. Alice shackled each and se at back up on the bed.

For the next half hour Alice grew increasingly both alarmed and frustrated at the answers to relatively basic questions. The two bound females alternately responded with similar effect. "Ok, now where am I?"

"Home" "Who’s, surely not mine?"

"Ours, yours, and all the others who have entered through the mirror"

"How many others?"

"We have had this same conversation with six other young girls who have triggered the mirror as they entered puberty. But the last one was less well developed breasts. You remind us of the one before"

"You mean you have been alive and welcomed females of my family for over seven hundred years ?"

"Alive, we are some of the masters earliest female, but other than that we do not understand the term. Years?" We do not understand that term either. Only they all looked a lot like you in body and face"

A mystified Alice walked to the window, sat on the deep widow seat and asked. "They all eventually went back through the mirror then?’

"We suppose so. They could have stayed for different length’s of time. Or may have made more than one visit"

Just then the tower room door opened and He walked in. Seeing Alice standing by the window and the two slaves in chains at her feet approached as far as the end of the bed and with hands on hips said;

"Welcome home little one. My name is Edward. You must be Elizabeth’s girl. Has anyone pointed out you look just like her mother at puberty ?"

Alice jumped up as he came in and doing a shoulder roll across the bed, put it between them.

Edward simply turned in place and kept facing her.

"Have these two slaves answered all your questions little one? They are not bred for intelligence just sex slavery. But I have allowed them to greet your ancestors for six generations, actually seven including you"

Alice slowly moved toward the mirror, ready to run if he moved closer to her. But he stood still, smiling as he spoke, and simply turning to still face her.

After a few anxious minutes of maneuvering Alice reached the mirror and stepped into it.

But bounced back as if it were a solid object.

"Whoops, they forgot to tell you that it will be a full year before it allows you to go back? But then they have no concept of time"

He advanced on the flabbergasted Alice as she retreated until her backside was flat up against the white painted tower wall. Then he was upon her, his strong hands pinioning hers cruelly behind her, bending her back and crushing her lips with his. Roughly taking what she had freely given to Mike.

He then grabbed one wrist and dragged her effortlessly to the end post shackles and strung her up as the bed girl had been when Alice entered.

He then threw the other two onto the bed, still chained and slid in between them, dragging them close.

The result was an agonized, terrified Alice hanging spread-eagle. Tears running down her face as she observed the three lying in bed below her pain racked little pre-teen body. The bedpost female rubbing her large breasts over his chest and face as the bed girl longingly licked his flaccid male member as if it were sweet candy.

Do not be so sad sweet little female. This is your destiny.

Very soon you will gladly replace one of these two. Actually begging to be allowed a drop of my precious sperm to ease the agonies of your tortured little body.

He pushed the two away and moved to right up to Alice, only needing to kneel at the end of the bed to have his hansom face directly in Alice’s. He dug his fingers into Alice’s breasts and her eyes rolling in agony.

Soon you will learn to appreciate the caress of the whip. A rack will become your nightly bed. Slaving in the fields or being used as a pack animal will be normal days and rape just a brief rest from your duties. If you are compliant enough, and I am sure you eventually will be. I will even train you as a pony girl and have you prancing in races behind my sulky.

His right hand then probed into Alice’s sex, discovering, to his obvious joy her intact virginity.

"You will not disappoint me either. I have deflowered your female line for generations" He jumped of the bed, trolling out the door, and ordered;

"Prepare her for deflowering"