ALICE PRYDE

BY XAINIA

[ part 2 ]

Alice Pryde wore her girl scout uniform to please. She had even made the short skirt a few centimetres shorter by hoisting it up and folding it over at the waist. She admired herself in the full length mirror on the door of the toilet in the trailer. She had beautiful long tapering legs with firm muscles, so why not show them to full advantage!

"Now where would you be going this early on a Sunday morning?" grumbled her unshaven stepfather from the dining area. The man slurped coffee from a chamber-pot-sized cup. He was wearing what he had slept in: a rough cotton undervest and a pair of dirty, faded, cream-colored drawers. "And dressed to kill a man's willpower and decency!" He looked the girl up and down with a mixture of contempt and sexual longing. He liked his girls young and pretty, but there was a limit, if not of age then of family relationship. A man had to have some principles. Even though it wouldn't have been incest - not really! He had never got round to marrying the girl's mother despite having another child by her. He turned away from his thoughts with disgust. "It's not as if you were going to church or Sunday school!" He lifted the oversized cup to his mouth. He never had time for church himself, but he was brought up to believe that churches, like hospitals and cemeteries were good place not to go to.

Alice's mother had left him when the children were scarcely eight and five respectively, and a few weeks later he moved his trailer home into another state taking the children with him. It was more a means of venting his spite on the woman than of caring for them, even though the mother had become a serious drug user who financed her habit by prostitution, and used his trailer as the center for her trade! That's what offended him most. When he was out working to bring in a decent wage! At least Alice and her younger half-brother would have a roof over their unappreciative heads, he argued, and some measure of privacy and independence while they were growing up, ignoring completely the facts that growing children also need some sort of liaison with a mother and that their living conditions had hardly changed since the mother left. They had lost all contact with the woman; by the age of twelve it no longer mattered to Alice.

Alice had been busy until midnight making a fresh batch of ginger rolls and cookies for the stranger in Mrs. Kilowsky's house. Her wares were neatly stacked in her basket and covered with a fresh white linen cloth, like the sacrament at the altar. She picked up the basket and left the trailer without making the slightest effort to satisfy her surrogate stepfather's curiosity. Her brother emerged from his cubicle as she left. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and demanded, "Where is she off to? She hasn't made my breakfast!"

As soon as she closed the garden gate carefully behind her at Mrs. Kilowsky' s house, there was a ferocious barking and a screeching. This surprised Alice, for there had been no sign of a dog the day before, just the large, fat, hairy cat. A dog there was however, a large German shepherd, which bounded across the wide garden towards the girl. Alice was terrified of dogs. Then there was also hysterical laughing. Two fat boys bounced from the side of the house to her rescue. They reminded Alice Pryde of the two fat boys from Alice Through the Looking Glass. They ran and they lolled across the garden, tracing the route of the huge slavering hound. "Sit, Titan! Sit!" both boys called out, not quite in unison.

The dog hesitated, looked round contemptuously, then reared up and laid two powerful paws on Alice's shoulder, forcing her to the ground with a jarring bump. The content of her basket spilled over the winding pathway and on to the lawn. Her short skirt rode up past her hips exposing her brief pink and white panties. Tweedledum and Tweedledee found this highly amusing. They playfully wrestled with each other and rolled on the ground in imitation of Alice and the dog. The German shepherd meanwhile had the girl pinned to the path. Its eyes, however, wandered to the cakes and rolls. A great red and purple tongue lolled from a corner of its gaping mouth and saliva dripped on to the girl's face. The animal's breath smelt sour. Alice started to cry. She wet herself.

"Pryde comes before a fall!" The handsome stranger stood above her. He viewed the scene with delight clearly described on his face. The two boys, still fastened together in an intimate clinch, rolled over and over on the same spot. He clipped the dog sharply behind the ears and the animal instantly left the girl and began devouring the ginger cookies. Alice made no immediate effort to rise or to brush the skirt over her exposed crutch. The man smiled kindly as he tilted his head slightly to view what was on offer. "You have beautiful legs, Alice." The man made the statement with the air of one in authority. Alice felt pleased. He snapped at the boys. "For damnation, you two! Behave yourself! And come and look at this." He pointed at Alice's crotch. "You will never see a finer sight in all your life than the meeting place of a pretty young girl's thighs!" Alice couldn't help herself; she widened the gap between her legs. She felt pleased with herself. The tears dried on her face. The wetness still showed on her panties.

The two boys gaped. They sniggered and the man clipped them over the ears as he had done the dog. He crouched and eased her shoulders up, caressed Alice' s face, fondled her breast, then lifted her in his arms and carried her indoors. The two boys followed at a safe distance. The dog finished off the cookies. It looked up for a moment as the people departed, then sniffed around the grass for the remaining crumbs. Alice was carried through the dark hall and upstairs to a bedroom with a sprawling four poster bed. The boys stood at the door. Alice was set down to stand in front of the man who sat on the bed. He gazed affectionately at her then started to undo the buttons of her scout blouse, very slowly, very carefully, one contemplative button at a time. The boys giggled and the man afforded them a stern frown. They shuffled their feet. As her blouse and necktie were removed to reveal the shapeliness of her bust, the shuffling became more animated. The man brushed her breasts with the back of his hand as he had done on the previous day.

"I have to apologise most profusely, sweet Alice, for the animals' behaviour, both Titan in the garden." He threw the boys another severe frown. ".and those present who can't keep their hooves still!" He undid the fold-over at the waistband, pulled the fastener down to its fullest extent, then let the skirt drop to her feet. "We shall, of course, make amends." He pulled Alice on to his knees and removed her shoes and socks with the same intimate care. "We shall launder your clothes." He eased her up and removed the extremely brief, sopping panties. "Including these! And we shall pay you for your cookies and the basket, which, I am afraid, Titan is presently worrying to shreds." He laughed softly and caressed the girl's silky skinned inner thigh up to her crutch. "Such a playful animal!" He held the girl in the crook of one arm and massaged her vulva with his free hand. "But then, are we not all playful animals? In our own peculiar ways?" First one finger invaded her, then two, probing and stroking.

Alice closed her eyes. She felt the warmth and the renewed wetness being generated in her most secret place. She began to drift on warm tropical seas as the heat and the moistness increased within her. When she opened her eyes, Tweedledum and Tweedledee were standing there, open-mouthed and drooling like the German shepherd, right beside her. The man was crooning and pulling and pushing his lubricated fingers to their fullest extent into her in time to his music.

"So you would be my slave?" The man asked softly, still crooning and still working his fingers inside her. Alice shifted her eyes from the boys. She nodded. "And you are willing to do whatever I ask of you?" And again she nodded.

Alice was now floating on cotton-wool cushions of cloud. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. She knew that she was about to come, that her love juices would flow down on to the man's fingers, and that she was the merest piece of modelling clay in this man's hands to be moulded according to his fancy. And suddenly, as she imagined that it was not his finger, but his erect fullness invading her, the floodgates opened, so suddenly that it left Alice breathless, and with such an overpowering electrical surge of writhing and twisting of her torso and jerking of her hips that she was burned out, drained, exhausted, within the space of two minutes. The orgasm was every bit as intense as it had been on the former occasion, and every bit as sweet and even more satisfying, but completely different in its very basic nature; it was as if the entire super-structure of her senses had been rebuilt, nerve for nerve, fibre for fibre. Her emotions had been demolished and reassembled, atom by atom. Teddy Philips had been the first boy to feel her in this way and bring her to her first shallow, girlish orgasm. It happened just before her twelfth birthday. She was returning from her girl scouts meeting, and he was supposed to be baby-sitting her nine year old brother. He had joked with her and wrestled playfully with her and made her feel quite grown up. They sat on the bench-type seats of the caravan and watched television for a while before he laid an arm across her shoulders, pulled her round to him and kissed her. It was also the first time she had kissed anyone with an open mouth. Teddy slipped his hand inside her shirt and squeezed her breasts then groped under her skirt. And under her panties. He fingered her until she came and she thought nineteen year old Teddy Philips the most wonderful person alive, although by comparison she now saw that the sensation had been crude. Teddy removed her panties and spread her legs wide. He unzipped his flies and drew her close to his crutch. "You have had your fun, baby," he said. "Now it's my turn!" He had entered her as far as to shatter her hymen when they heard her stepfather's pick-up roar into the bay alongside the trailer. Philips withdrew hastily and Alice sped to her bed. Her stepfather paid the boy for his services. He spied the discarded panties and a tiny fleck of blood on the fabric of the bench. He made a mental note not to employ Philips again. He would speak to Alice about the facts of life in the morning, but somehow he had never got round to it.

"You must feel this," the man told Tweedledum and Tweedledee. "There is no finer fabric to be found on this earth, no gossamer more divinely woven, no balm sweeter or smoother than a young girl's oils when she has reached her climax!"

Both boys put their hands on Alice's love groove and massaged. Alice was shocked, not so much at their impudence as at the tenderness of their touch. Tweedledum rubbed the groove of her pudendum then sniffed his fingers, the other boy stroked, as he would have done a purring pussy, and licked his. The soporific effect when the man resumed stroking her slit was too much. Alice's eyes closed. She settled deeper into his arms.

When she woke, Alice was aware of the most curious sensations. She sat up and looked around her. She was in the room with the log fire and the massive couch. But she was in a basket on the hearthrug. She was still naked. The man was sitting in the armchair, the two boys on the couch. All three were staring at her. She made a modest effort to cover her breasts, and the boys giggled. Even the man smiled at the vain attempt. Silver bands and chains were fastened to her wrists and her ankles, and around her neck there was a thick leather dog collar. A long silver chain ran from this collar over the edge of the basket to the thick carpet.

The man snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot immediately in front of his chair. "Alice, come!" as if he was talking to the dog. And the girl stood up and stepped from the basket. She was surprised at how light her bonds were and at the ease with which she could manipulate them. She had to shorten her step ever so slightly and shuffle her feet, but she had no real difficulty in obeying his command. He chucked her playfully under the chin and patted the side of her head. "You are a good girl, Alice," he murmured, "and will make a devoted slave, but you are not yet properly clean. The boys have laundered your clothes. Before we dress you, however, you have to learn true obedience and to do precisely what you are told. Do you understand me?" Alice nodded. "Good!" continued the man. "The boys will take you into the garden and teach you a few basic disciplines, then they shall bathe you, to show how it ought to be done. We may decide to ride you." He placed a strange emphasis on the words and smiled as if he had promised the German shepherd a bone. "Or we may not ride you!" He laughed softly. "Either way, the boys will attend to all your needs; and, of course, recompense will be made for your baking and your basket, and then you will be free to go at your leisure! Perhaps after a loving kiss!"

In the garden she was led by the silver chain and taught how to walk to heel, how to sit on command, and to stay until ordered to 'come!' by one or other of the boy. Failure to respond accurately or immediately resulted in a hefty smack on her bare buttocks. The boys showed her where to pee and how to do it chained. When she performed her tasks well they rewarded her by patting her head, fondling her breasts or feeling her genitals.

Alice was amazed at the extent of the garden behind the building; she had only seen the front lawns during previous visits and assumed that the rear of the house would be in proportion. After being led about the long, winding paths of the widespread garden for about an hour, the silver lead was removed. She was ordered to 'stay' in one far corner until the boys returned to the house. They called on her to 'come' and Alice ran to them. They petted and patted her and felt her up, and led her to the bath where the other chains were removed.

Like everything else about the house, the bath was enormous. It was already half filled with hot water. The boys stripped. They were even fatter naked than fully dressed. They laughed as they lifted the girl and plopped her into the water and climbed in beside her. They rubbed and scrubbed and wiped and scoured her from the split tips of her hair to between her toes. She stood up in the bath and they soaped and smoothed the lather into the crevices between her legs. They examined her closely and sniffed and licked, and, when they were completely satisfied, they wiped her dry with several thick Turkish towels. As soon as they had completed their task, and were standing back to admire the spotlessly clean girl, the door opened and the man entered.

"Ah! Now that is much better." He patted the naked boys on the head. "You have done well!" he exclaimed and led Alice to the bedroom. "Your clothes are on the bed." He indicated the freshly laundered garments, neatly pressed, spread out individually over the top cover. "Please dress," he said softly. "Facing me! Your undergarment first of all."

Fully dressed to his satisfaction and looking extremely smart, Alice was led to the door. The man pressed a hundred dollars into the breast pocket of her shirt. "Perhaps," he whispered confidentially, "we can do business again some time." He eased her outside and, without a hint of polite hesitation, closed the door.

"Curious!" exclaimed Alice on the way home. "I really thought they were going to.." She did not complete her thoughts. For at that moment a fat boy flashed past on a cycle, weaving from one side of the road to the other. She recognized him as the geek from her school. No-one liked him or talked to him, he ate by himself in the refectory, and had his locker in a corner away from all the others. He was often seen to be near the junior school, sitting on a wall, eyeing up the children there, especially when they were dressed in sports wear. He was the boy everyone took pains not to notice, certainly he was not a boy to be seen with. But for one moment Alice thought he bore a striking resemblance to Tweedledum. Or maybe Tweedledee. And a strange sympathy for the school geek was generated, first of all in her head, then in her loins.