ALICE PRYDE

BY XAINIA

[ part 4 ]

It was not the stranger at Mrs. Kilowsky?s house who released them - the man she had only that day come to know as Mr. Warton. There had been an excessive cursing, a rattling and scraping of the lock before the door was finally flung open. Waking from her sleep in the arms of her new friend, Charlene, and in the dim light as it seeped in from the corridor, Alice could vaguely make out the form crossing the room to draw back the rich velvet curtains. She blinked in the strong light. She was surprised that it was still bright daylight. She felt as if she had slept for hours. The man approached the bed. He grunted, "You must be Alice!" He removed the padlock from the chains; he did it, not with a key as Alice would have expected, but simply by twisting it apart. He turned the girl on to her back and brushed Charlene aside with considerable difficulty; their chains had become inextricably entangled. His eyes and his hands explored her body. "It would appear that for once Benjamin did not exaggerate his artistic appreciation!" His fingers brushed her panties aside and entered her and teased.

Alice stared. The man was even more strikingly handsome than Mr. Warton. He was a good bit taller and broader. He had sleek black, wavy hair and large, dark, flashing eyes. He was wearing what appeared to be light yellowish brown riding breeches under a black cape with a scarlet lining. In one hand, he held a riding crop and twirled a three cornered hat with a long peacock?s feather sticking out from it. The hat and the cape seemed extraordinarily large; the breeches were correspondingly tight, and Alice could see the massive bulge in the front. She felt herself responding to his touch. Her hips began to lift and drop, imperceptible at first, but then with more determination and his probing deepened.

"Charlene!" The man prodded the child with his hat and crop. The younger girl was trembling. He did not withdraw his fingers from Alice?s most secret place. "I think it would be proper were you to introduce us!"

The child nodded. Her eyes were wide and apprehensive. "Alice, allow me to introduce Mr. Jessop Warton." She licked her dry lips. She was obviously terrified of the man. "Mr. Jessop, sir, this is Miss Alice Pryde, Benjamin?s friend."

The man pulled his hand away from her vagina and shook Alice?s hand. He tickled the palm with a middle finger. She could feel her own wetness on his finger. Her chains rattled. The situation was totally unreal. Every move she made, Charlene was forced to move accordingly. The handshakes were duplicated. Alice tried to sit up and Charlene had also to bend forward. Jessop pushed Alice back to the bed and Charlene fell to one side. The man suddenly thrust a hand between her legs again, this time under Alice?s open dress and down the front of her panties. He groped for several seconds then sniffed his fingers. He strode towards the door and yelled. Immediately the two boys appeared. They struggled against each other to stand in front of the man. He banged their heads together.

"Get this creature cleaned up," he snapped. "I am rather inclined to have her share my bed tonight!"

Alice felt the shivers run down her spine. "I have to go home," she said meekly.

The man turned cold eyes to her and paced towards the bed. His free hand shot out and slapped her viciously across the face. The shock and the pain brought tears to her eyes. He addressed the boys. "And while you are with her, you may instruct her in some manners: how to address her betters; to speak when spoken to." There was a flurry of cape as he swung away and left the room.

He reappeared almost an hour later in the spacious bathroom. Alice had been scrubbed down again and was being dried. Jessop examined her body intimately.

"Stand astride!" the man ordered, and when she obeyed he ran his fingers along the cleft of her pudenda. "Bend over! Touch your toes!" Alice was supple; it was easy for her. The man slapped her buttocks a couple of times. "You!" He hauled one of the boys by his naked arm. "Are you perfectly satisfied that this bitch is clean enough for me?" The boy nodded. "Then," growled the man, "it will be in order for you to kiss her backside."

The boy swallowed. He crouched and kissed the flesh of the girl?s buttocks. Jessop fetched him a hefty whack across the back of his head. He swore at him fiercely and threatened to cut his heart out if he did not do as he was told. The boy buried his face in her anus and kissed. Satisfied, the man said, "I want her bound hand and foot and brought to me in the gymnasium." He pulled an old-fashioned hunter watch from his pocket and studied it for almost a full minute. "In precisely three quarters of an hour!"

The gymnasium was as large as the one at her school. Alice had lost her orientation. The two boys had watched as she brushed her teeth and combed her hair. They rubbed her over with lotions and creams and dusted her with powder. Then they led her by the silver leash through corridors long enough to take them into the next state. When finally they stood before the man, he was dressed in even tighter trousers and a white shirt with a frill around the collar and down his chest. He had been fencing with his brother.

"I think that will suffice, Benjamin!" He handed his sword to the other man and turned to Alice. He caressed her face lightly. "The boys have taught you some manners?" He appraised her nakedness.

Alice nodded. Uncertainty was clear in her expression. "Yes, sir, Mr. Jessop!" She had a growing conviction of something really evil about the man.

"Good!" The man smiled. He nodded approval at the boys. He glanced at his brother. "Benjamin!" It was an implied order. The other man departed, and Jessop returned his attention to the girl. "Have your monthly bleedings started?" Alice was taken aback at the question. She gasped and stuttered a reply. The man smiled at her modesty. "Are you due to bleed in the very near future? In the next few days?"

Alice nodded. "Yes, sir!" She made an effort to picture the calendar by her bedside. She marked each period, as regularly as clockwork, with a tiny discreet circle. "My period is due on Monday or Tuesday. It is never more than two days late."

Jessop laughed at her simplicity. "Until now!" he muttered. He swung away and adjusted and secured a beam with a metal key. He snapped his fingers, and the two boys undid the chains around Alice?s wrists. They bent her over the beam and secured her wrists to her ankles. The man rubbed her rectum. He snapped his fingers again and one of the boys ran to a kerosene stove in a distant corner of the vast room and returned with a phial wrapped in a flannel. The other boy pulled the cheeks of her backside apart. The man poured the contents of the bottle into Alice?s back passage. She screamed. The oil was scalding. Jessop smacked her ferociously. Several times. Then pushed a finger, full length into her lubricated rectum. He worked the hot oil against the walls of the passage, the inserted two fingers and massaged.

From her upside-down position, Alice saw the man?s tight trousers drop to his ankles. The burning inside her persisted. She hardly felt the man?s hardness being presented to her opening. He grasped her hips savagely in both hands. She screamed in anguish and real pain as he thrust his full length into her back passage and began pushing and pulling. The agony was indescribable, and she was on the point of losing consciousness when she felt the powerful surges of his ejaculation. He continued to ride for a minute or so. His withdrawal provided every bit as much horrific pain as his entry. She heard the man bark the command: "Get this whore cleaned up again and ready for my bed tonight!" And Alice passed out.

Mrs. Kilowsky used to have a telephone, Alice remembered. It was the old fashioned kind with a dial that twirled rather than one with buttons. She asked if she could use it and one of the boys took her to a small study off the large dark hall. Alice had been in the room several times when Mrs. Kilowsky was paying her for the cookies. The old lady used to take her purse from a wall safe behind a picture?

?And it was then that Alice remembered the picture. She instinctively twisted her head. It still hung in its place on the wall. It was an oil painting of Charlene as the beggar princess. It was identical in style to the Slave Girl. And oddly, even from where she stood, she could make out finger smudge in the bottom corner.

Her stepfather had grunted assent when she asked if she could stay overnight with her friend Charlene. He did not ask who Charlene was, or where she lived, or for a telephone number to contact her. Alice felt dissatisfied and disappointed as she replaced the heavy receiver; she had never expected much from her stepfather, but his complete lack of interest in what she did was beyond her expectation. She could be in mortal danger, she mused, she could be in real peril of her life for all he cared. A morbid resignation overtook her as she followed the boy from the room. She wore a see-through sleeveless gown similar to the garment Charlene wore in the painting. Her wrists were chained closely together, her ankles were bound by silver bands joined by a long, trailing chain, which was also connected to her wrists. Around her neck was the thick roll collar. The boy led her by the silver chain.

Dinner was served at a great banqueting table by a wrinkled old man in livery and an even older looking woman dressed in a black bustled dress under a starched white apron. Neither spoke nor were spoken to. Indeed there was very little conversation during the entire meal which lasted for almost two hours. When at last the port decanter was placed in front of Benjamin and both men had lit cigars, the man nodded towards the boys and the two girls. The four made to rise when Jessop addressed his brother.

"I would prefer Alice to remain!" The tone of voice suggested that there was to be no alternative. And Benjamin nodded agreement. The two men then rose. Jessop beckoned Alice. He wrapped an arm across her shoulder and all three retreated to another room with only two armchairs by a roaring log fire. Benjamin carried the port and three glasses. Jessop sat. He pulled Alice on to his lap while his brother poured wine into the glasses.

"Have you any idea, Alice, what is about to befall you tonight?" Jessop played with her left breast. Alice noticed that Benjamin halted in his activity, cast a glance at the other two then continued filling the glasses.

Alice shook her head modestly. "No, Mr. Jessop, sir." She tried to avert her eyes, but Jessop pulled her face round to him.

"My brother and I intend to ride you, possibly several times during the night. You will also be sodomised again by me, and possibly by Benjamin. You will, further, be expected to fellate both of us." He smirked. "We have something of a gargantuan appetite for pretty young wenches."

Benjamin handed a brimming glass to each of them. "I do not recall any, however, who did not profit by the experience." He raised his glass in salute. "Drink up, sweet Alice. It will be of some positive benefit to you later." He beamed. "You have a long night ahead of you!"

"She?ll survive," stated Jessop Warton. "I think we could gamble our entire estate on that!"

Both men laughed. There was no merriment in the laughter.