A NEW DAWN

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 4 ]

Mary’s emotions swung from anger to joy and back.

Anger at having to share Alice’s attention with that new female personal bodyguard Tasha. And joy as Alice insisted she sit in the première position on her right-hand side. The three young females were in the rear seat of the Manor Rolls Royce, being driven by Alice’s newly assigned Commonwealth Chaffer and Bodyguard in the front.

They had just driven out of the outskirts of London and the guard in the front seat inquired if a rest stop coming up in an hour was all right. Alice had replied “I guess so”

This afternoon Mary had whiteness quite a row between Alice and Terrisa.

Mary had been helping Alice into on of the chick new outfits they had bought in London. A very nice Channel two piece suit. Mary had just finished holding the jacket for Alice to slip her arms into. And had been both surprised and pleased when her best friend turned around and planted a kiss full on her lips.

“Well that makes two surprises since we did lunch” a slightly disarrayed Tasha stated as she walked into Alice’s room. “ You two kissing and making up or warming up?”

“Warming up Tasha dear. We have already been places together Mary has yet to achieve” Alice replied saucily.

“But what has happened to that new blouse I gave you already?’ Alice asked her newest true friend.

“Then you do not know four of your bully girls attempted to dissuade me from accepting your offer of employment?’ Tasha said angrily. They tried to jump me in the ladies room, but I think you might want to send in someone to see if I broke anything”

Alice stormed to the door and yelled for Terrisa. And had to step over the two female guards slumped on the floor outside her door.

“Ops, I forgot to mention those two as well,” Tasha said to Mary as Alice’s yelling moved down the hall.

A few minutes later Alice and Terrisa’s voices could be heard involved in quite shouting match. A slight echo indicated they were a ways away, but the volume level meant the two bystanders did not miss a word.

After a few seconds of dead silence a furious Alice, quickly followed by a red faces Terrisa marched back into the room.

“I am the one in charge. I decide who gets close to me and I decide who does not” Alice was informing Terrisa. “I do not care if they decided on the day I was born whose life would be dedicated to protecting mine. And I certainly do not care whose nose just might get out of joint because someone else got the posting”

“By the looks this six of my chosen, I am very well protected. Alice sarcastically satiated, anger winding down. I just might test their loyalty by asking them to execute someone” She finished. Looking right into Terrisa’s eyes.

Alice then offered Tasha choice of a new blouse. Out of the upright travel dresser that had come down with Mary from the Manor. Mary noticed Tasha always stood at least a foot from Alice and her body was completely covered from the neck down. She even wore a pair of black leather kid cloves.

Then the three were escorted down stairs to visit with the surviving guard. The one who had put her body in between Alice and her two pursuers as she ran back towards the mews. A broken back ended her service as a guard, but administrative duties would keep her busy for as long as she wanted it too.

Then down to the area reserved for honoring the fallen.

Their Alice kissed the forehead of her dead chauffeur lying in state. The one who sacrificed her life to kill or immobilize the first two kidnappers. What she said to the amassed guard’s family, gathered to honor her sacrifice, Mary never found out. But when the father attempted to kiss her hand, Alice guided him to her cheek.

Terrisa, standing, as usual off to one side, smiled; probably for the first time since Alice arrived from America.

That was two hours ago, and the three had chatted like any young girls, about nothing that mattered. But the female bonding solidified by just doing it.

The rest stop was actually a relatively busy family restaurant. Alice insisted on sitting in the large, bustling common room. Tasha seemed okay with it, but the two guards were not too happy. Mary wondered why as she saw them exchange signals with at least four others already seated. She just hopped Alice would not clew in and go ballistic on her again.

But a very adequate meal was enjoyed by all. And after a visit to the ladies room, they drove off.

The three girls had dozed off, Alice’s head against Mary’s shoulder.

A mail van pulled in front and the two in front saw the trail of smoke, as usual from a poorly maintained government vehicle. They felt a little drowsy from a long day. The guard pouring coffee for both from a thermos. As usual practice, they had not eaten at the road stop.

As the Rolls passed under a concrete overpass a transport truck swerved into the big car, pressing it up against the concrete wall of the tunnel. It then veered off, blocking the road. The mail van halted in front of the damaged target vehicle and two shapes hopped out of the front. One from the transport truck opened the outside door, and the unconscious guard fell out. He reached in and thumbed the locks of the passenger compartment.

The three then carried the unconscious passengers into the mail van. And it drove off.

Alice screamed as the pain in her anal passage went beyond human endurance.

“Your name is?” A gruff voice demanded

“Mary, my name is Mary from Terryberry. Please do not hurt me again. She pleaded.

Alice’s arms were pulled up behind her naked back by her wrists. Forcing her to bend forward to prevent dislocating her shoulders. Ankles spread wide chained to a heavy metal bar. Vision buried under a tightly wrapped cloth. She jumped, as another female’s screams echoed around her.

Alice screamed as the pain in her anal passage went beyond human endurance again.

“Your name is?’ a gruff voice demanded.

Please, my name is really Mary from Terryberry. Please, please do not hurt me again.

“ You idiots!” A cultivated voice yelled, and Alice jumped.

“This is the same blond bitch the first group died attempting to kidnap” The angry voice went on.

A hand yanked up Alice’s head by the hair and held it face up.

“Look, this is Mary an ordinary local nobody. Her mother works as a cook in the Manor and the number two in the Equestrian Mews is fucking her brains out. According to our contact. No rich little bitch here” Cultivated voice instructed. And dropped Alice’s head.

“The older blond is an upstairs maid in the manor. Our surveillance has seen her on a balcony dressed in a French Maids outfit. She was taking orders from that old bitty who runs the place.” He went on.

The tough black hared on is one of their security guards. She is the quick whited one who whisked her all the way to Wales. Avoiding both our formidable dragnets. She must be really quite good. A respectful tone in his voice.”

“Now what” the first gruff one asked. “Kill them?”

“We are hired Kidnappers, not assassins” Cultivated voice went on. “Dump them somewhere in London, very much alive”

“Make sure you take their pictures first. I really do not want to kidnap this girl again”

Boots added as his voice faded away.

“Well little one, if a horse boy’s is good enough for you, maybe this is too” A rough hand grabbed Alice’s hair and a urine smell gagged her nose as his cock was shoved into her mouth.

“Bite me and I will shove this cattle prod all the way up your bum hole” he threatened.

Alice’s brain reverted to its year of painful training and complied. Bring the man off with ease.

“Good bitch” he complimented, slapping her face hard.

Tears flowed down Alice’s face. That guard had been ever so right. How can one little girl get in to all these situations? That must be why they call us Alice’s.

Her arms hurt. Her ankles and wrist’s hurt. Her shoulders hurt and the pain in her ass was unbelievable.

But her body and mind were in conflict. The body sending waves of pain to a brain whom remembered surviving exactly the same situations many times. She took four males up the ass, bound the same way. When her master had a bad run of luck at cards one night.

Still blindfolded, she felt her arms lowering. A rope nuce was lowered over her head and pulled tight. Hands unlocked her writs and another her ankles.

Agony as the blood rushed back into her arms brought another wave of tears. As she was led away by the neck rope.

“Rape next?” She figured. “Mike should have taken my virginity when I offered it to him” she sighed.

“Kneel” Handcuffs were applied to writs and ankles, then connected with another pair. A jab in the arm from an expertly handled needled broke into her world of pain and bondage. Alice barley felt a stifling rough canvass bag lowered over her body. Then she was pushed over on her side as the opening in the bag was tied up.

Then she felt the metal of a cart edge as it scooped her up and wheeled her away. And her consciousness faded as well.

“Ouch, get your elbow out of my face” Mary moaned as they a stirred in the darkness.

“Well we are alive at least” It was Tasha’s voice out of the darkness.

“Any idea were you have gotten us this time dear mistress” Tasha inquired.

“I think it is a metal dumpster from the smell” Alice surmised.

Tasha must have stood up as dim light from a far street lamp slipped through the edge of the metal lid as she pushed it up.

“We are naked” Mary stated matter of factually. Still trembling uncontrollably from the ordeal.

The other two had suffered the same tortures as Alice. But her captor had been the only one to avail himself of his charge before bagging her up.

“I know this alley” Alice snorted” I worked as a waitress in that restaurant over there”

She hopped out of the dumpster and boldly walked over to a double door set beside a neatly piled mound of trash. Opened the door and walked in.

A while later Alice and an Oriental girl came walking back. Both wore a very form fitting oriental dress. Complete with high collar and knee to thigh slits up the sides of the legs. She carried two more.

In a few minutes the four were sitting in a private booth of the bustling Chinese restaurant.

A zip lock bag full of British pound notes in front of Alice.

“This is really unbelievable” Tasha injected.

“We get very neatly kidnapped”. “They mistake you for Mary, again it appears”

“They do not kill us, nor even rape us.” “And then we wake up in the only alley in all of London were you not only have been before. But know people who are holding over a hundred British pounds you earned last time you were here.” She went on unbelievably.

“And that is why they call them Alice’s” The other three replied, laughing as they did so.

Alternate Ending

It was about ten p.m. bye the time that the three were deposited at that impressive main entrance of the Manor.

Terrisa was there with four female house staff who whisked her charges to their rooms. Tasha was given the bedroom closest to the first iron bound door and Mary walked with Alice up to the tower room.

“Do any Males work for you?” Tasha asked, but no one answered.

“Mary, I love you very much, but I want to sleep alone tonight” Alice said as they reached the tower room door.

Alice stripped off as she entered the room. Fecklessly scattering thousands of pounds worth of designer clothes as she went.

About midnight a figure shrouded in a white hooded robe glides across the balcony suspended above one end of the ancient dining hall. Is it the ghost of some long dead musician? Or the tortured sole of an earlier Alice?

But the speculation of its divinity is dismissed as a cold white human hand reaches out to operate the latch of the iron bound door leading to the Princess tower. Bare feet wind their way up the cold stone flagstones of clockwise spiraling stairway.

At the top the cold white hand reaches out again for the latch of the door leading into the Princess boudoir.

And a gasp is heard as leather clad hand snaps out of the darkness, gripping a wrist tight.

“What are you doing her” A slightly French accented voice inquires, from the shadow beside the door.

“I could ask you the same question Tasha” a voice whispers from inside the hood.

“Guarding my best friend and Mistress the best way I know how” Tasha admits.

“And I am here to do the same” the white hooded figure replies.

The hand retreats and the released figure drifts into the moon lit room.

A resigned sigh escapes the lips under the hood as the figure walks across the room, pulling the iderdown off the great bed as it goes. Dragging it behind, as a bride her train. The robe dropped to the floor as the figure approached the rooms other occupant. One white form then lay down beside the other curled up in front of the great mirror. And pulled the warm coverlet over them both.

Mary presses her body up against her best friend and mistress.

An “I love you” drifting into the long night.