ALICE EARNS HER LEATHERS

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 2B ]

When reality started to drift back into Alice’s conscience, she quickly wished it had not.

Someone was screaming, and Alice was not sure if it was she. From wrist to ankle her body was stretched tight. Agony rushed into her reality, blocking out any other thoughts. Her sense of smell was heightened, as vision was just a blur. Sweat, urine and burnt meat were identified. . Something shoved at the small of her back, forcing her hips obscenely forward.

A half-familiar female voce was heard to say; “I am very pleased you are still able to get it up dear, at you advanced age” A grunt from a male voice replied. “ The last time was three months ago, when our son gave us that African girl he gave up on. Even after enjoying her for a month, we still made a tidy profit selling her to that Japanese fellow. I think he runs a place were easterners can torture Western girls, does he not?” Again a grunt was all she received in reply.

Thumping sounds, as if a tennis ball was hitting wood, and the loud whimpering of a young female’s voice started to intrude on her pain flooded conscience.

Another scream was wrenched from a young female’s throat. With vision finally clearing, Alice’s head followed the sound to a horrific sight right below her. And wished it had not.

An overweight nude male was raped Millia as an equally old nude female pulled at the horizontal capstan at the head of the rack. The thumping sound was Millia’s head bouncing off the bed of the rack under the violence of his thrusts. This origin of the smell of burned flesh, drifting up to assaulted Alice’s nostrils, adding to her horror.

Alice involuntarily screamed, and the two aged tortures glanced up.

It was that horrid couple who tried to rent her yesterday while she was bound in the cage.

“She is adding her opinion of our nights entertainment. I wonder if her friend will still be able to scream when we exchange their places tomorrow night?” the female threatened.

“Do continue, we have hours of entertainment left in that one dear” the female said to her husband as she walked over to an iron brazier of hot coals, picking out a pair of tongs. As her husband got back to driving his male organ into Millia, his wife gripped Miilia’s left big toe in the tongs, wrenching yet another scream from the poor creature.

On her way back to the brazier, the female torturer stopped in front of the terrified Alice. She held the still hot implement just in front of her vaginal lips and reached up behind Alice’s rear, turned the wheel of the jack forcing Alice’s quim closer to the white hot metal. She smiled as a groan was forced from her victim’s throat.

“Tomorrow you will learn the touch of white hot iron sweet one. Tonight just hang up there and contemplate your future” the thoroughly sadistic female threatened, turning the wheel a little more.

When her husband was through with Millia and rolled off the rack. He wandered over to plunk his exhausted body in a high backed seat up against the wall across from were Alice hung.

His industrious wife then ran a white-hot pin through each of Millia’s nipples and finished the job with two gold rings. A cruel smile crossed her face each time the intense pain drew a scream from Millia’s throat.

“Pour some of that champagne down this creatures throat, dear” I do so want her to be able to continue to scream every so loudly” she asked her husband. As she put all of her weight behind the capstan at the foot of the rack, stretching poor Millia’s body another notch.

She then walked over to where her husband lay slumped in the high-backed chair.

Looking down at his flaccid form and sighed. “You have drunk yourself into a stupor again, you old sod. Now I will have to travel halfway across the manor to retrieve another bottle of champagne”

She then walked up the flight of stairs and out of the torture chamber.

As soon as the heavy door swung shut behind his wife, the husband sprang up and walked over to were Alice hung on the cold stone wall.

Even through the waves of agony flooding in, Alice’s mind grew terrified as he approached.

“That cow will be gone for at least half an hour. I locked the wine cabinet and she will have to retrieve her key from the bedroom. Meanwhile I am free to have my pleasure with you.” He threatened as he stood in front of his intended victim. The forefinger of his left hand probed Alice’s sex as his thumb rubber her clorris.

“She will castrate me if I take your virginity. We intend on making a tidy sum auctioning off the first, and all the summary males and females who will pay dearly to rape you on the rack tomorrow night.’ He mater of factually stated.

The look of absolute horror displayed on Alice’s face clearly overjoyed him. He then turned and walked away.

The sound of something heavy and wooden being dragged over the flagstone floor was just another sound to Alice as her head slumped down.

A loud bang brought her head up and she saw the aged man climbing up on the side of the big chair he had been earlier slumped in. Suddenly he appeared directly in front of her, as he stood up on the side of the chair. Now towering above her, his male organ breast high.

Alice’s eyes were saucers as she guessed he was going to shove it in her mouth. But her nativity in most things sexual added a new chapter as he thrust it instead between her sweating breasts. Crushing them together around it between his large hands.

Then, to a quickly catching on Alice, he began thrusting against her tits. Using them as he dearly wished he could her tight vaginal opening. After a dozen thrusts the burgeoning member spewed his sperm all over his new sex toy’s tear streaked, completely horrified face.

“I bet I have had the honor of being the first male to decorate your body with his sperm, little sex toy. I can promise you. By the time we are finished with it tomorrow. You will be covered in it.” He sneered.

This bit of “getting it off” appeared to have run his battery down as he slowly climbed down off the chair. But he only went as far as the low rack holding Millia, s body. She had obviously fainted, or maybe died from shock.

Sitting there he gazed longingly up at the perfect little creature pinned up to his torture chamber wall. She reminded him of the butterflies he gathered in his misspent youth.

“I am going to make my name in our SM Sex circle with our party featuring you tomorrow night. And make a quarter million doing it” he said, staring up at Alice’s bare quim.

“I am Alice Fethersham. A very wealthy little heiress and positive my parents will pay millions for my return. We have bodyguards and they are probably looking for me” Alice gasped out.

“What do you take me for girl? Some street bumpkin of your obvious low class? “Rich little blue blood sixteen year olds do not end up bound in iron cages. Nor do they work as waitresses in restaurants. You are just a common little tramp and no one important will miss you.’ He angrily replied.

This speech was had obviously parched his throat and he meandered over to the ice bucket, and angrily three the upended empty champagne bottle into a nearby corner.

“Were did that fool of a wife go? It surely has been over a half hour since she wandered off” he went on.

“Now don’t go anywhere. I will be back to give you and your friend a thorough flogging” he chortled as he followed his wife’s path out of the torture chamber.

Alice wailed in terror as the heavy door slammed behind him. Tears streamed down her face.

Time has no meaning to the reality of those waiting for the torture to continue. She no longer felt her limbs and the pain in the base of her spine had become another ache among the rest.

Alice’s feverish mind wandered into the realm of why.

If she had not dumped Mary, sneaking off to that leather shop, she would not have been seen there by these two old horrors. If she had not run off from those smothering guards, she would not have ended up in that restaurant. And in doing that, she delivered poor innocent Millia and herself into their sadistic hands.

Her own actions have brought on these calamities. No one else was to blame for the hell the rest of her life will obviously become.

An unknown time later Alice heard the torture chamber door open. But she was just too exhausted to look up. And had just about given up on life to even care.

“Well you certainly have ended up in a very nasty situation Alice” It was the red headed female from the leather store.

“Are you here to torture me too?” Alice sighed. As she climbed up on the chair.

“No you little idiot. I am here with two friends of yours to rescue you” She laughed back.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her weight as someone undid her ankles.

“I would sooner have you moaning in pleasure if I had you in this position Alice” she whispered as her other hand washed the sperm off her face. “ You did not swallow any of it did you?”

“NO’ was all she managed to get out. Red then reached up and undid the wrist shackles. Alice hardly felt her legs as gravity brought them down to chair level

Alice looked down to see the two bodyguards; both had automatic pistols drawn. As one raised watching American TV, she recognized the silencers attached. The sharp tang of gunpowder penetrated her numb mind.

One stood guard, covering the door, the other had released her ankles. As Red lowered her battered body down, the bodyguard attempted to hoist Alice over her shoulder, but stopped when Alice protested.

“Just let me walk out of this chamber of horrors under my own power. Release poor Millia, and carry her out with us” she softy ordered.

Red bent down to checked Millia’s pulse as the guard released the tension of the rack and both released her unconscious body.

Alice stumbled up the cold stone stairs, tears running down her face. The pain as the blood flowed back into her limbs, was almost unbearable. With the chaffer leading, next Alice then the bodyguard easily carrying Millia in a fireman’s lift The redhead brought up the rear.

They swiftly exited the house of her captors. And after quietly crossing a lawn piled into the black Rolls parked under a huge tree.

There both victims were wrapped in warm blankets as the big car sped silently into the night. Alice passed out curled up in the red heads arms as the bodyguard held Millia tight.

“How does she always get into these predicaments? The bodyguard asked. “That is why they name them all Alice” The chaffer interjected.

Epilog

Sometime later Alice was sitting up in yet another unfamiliar bed in yet another unfamiliar room. A breakfast tray in front of her. Both the food and the room had a hospital look.

But there were familiar faces around.

“How is Millia?” Alice asked of Terrisa, standing at the foot of her metal hospital bed.

“She will recover soon. A few stretched ligaments and our Plastic surgeon assure me there will be no permanent scars. This is our private clinic and I assure you he is very good.” She reported.

“Were is she?” Alice sharply inquired.

“In the burns area, next floor down” Terrisa replied. “It appears her cousin was involved in the affair. Millia caught him stealing your purse and he was the one who knocked her out. Then assisted in kidnapping you both and drove off with her car afterward” the chaffer filled in.

“And how did you find me after I foolishly ran away from you?” Alice queried, looking directly into the guard’s eyes.

“He used your cell phone and when we tracked him down, he had a thousand pounds in an envelope. We convinced him to tell us who had you, but all he knew was they had seen you before in that leather store. When Millia’s family knew his involvement, they said they would deal with him. Her father informed me, when they came to sit with Millia, that he is dead.

She went on, boldly looking right back into Alice’s eyes.

“At the store Red recognized the description he gave. And helped us locate both their manor and the hidden torture chamber’ she want on. “We could not have found you without her co-operation. She really likes you, you know” the guard added.

“ I blurted out who I really was in the hope he would accept a ransom for us. But he did not believe me. And can make a lot of money selling my story to the press. It will ruin my life” Alice said in a sad voice.

“ Today’s papers say there was a break at their manor on the same night. Both lady and lord Everex were killed when they must have discovered the thieves at work. Their only son, your new Horse Master, was both personally and financially devastated by their deaths. Inheritance taxes will take everything, including the ancestral manor. The bodyguard said tonelessly.

“Thank you for all your efforts on my behalf. Yesterday is forgotten and I want you two to be my personal bodyguards’ Alice said smiling at the worried looking pair.

“I want the dead to that Manor in Red’s hands by dinner tonight. And tell her I will take her up on her most generous offer”. Alice said. Looking straight into Terrisa’s eyes.

Terrisa, who had just witnessed this thirteen-year-old, take the original owners deaths. More than likely at her bodyguards hands. Without a catch in her throat, very seriously.

“It will be done as you order Mistress Alice” and walked away to carry them out.