Alice In Chains (27 page)

The beast turned the girls over curiously, examining them from every angle and ignoring their feeble struggles. Its mouth opened and a darting blood-red tongue flicked out, its slimy tip passing over Juliet’s body, savouring the swelling contours of her breasts, the palpitating curve of her stomach and the complex folds of her pubic mound. It repeated the process with Alice and she had to stifle her impulse to retch. She felt she would never be clean again.

The Jabberwock gave a grunting snort, repeated in quick succession, for all the world like a snivelling malicious chuckle. It was enjoying their fear!

It tipped Alice onto her back so that it looked up between her kicking legs and its tongue flicked out again. Alice caught her breath as its tip slid into her bottom hole and forced its way in … and in! It was like
a
greased snake slithering up her arse, worming its way through her bowels, tickling and burning as it went, disgustingly exciting, utterly degrading. Then it wriggled its way back out, leaving her anus gaping dumbly. While Alice sobbed helplessly at her violation and the shocking emptiness it left behind, the Jabberwock lapped its sodomising tongue across its ghastly lips, braying happily to itself. It was savouring the taste of her rectum! How gross, Alice thought dizzily.

Juliet was shaking her head in horror. ‘No … please, not that!’

‘It’s … not as bad … as it looks,’ Alice choked out, trying desperately to reassure her.

Juliet shrieked and burbled as the Jabberwock tongue-raped her in turn, the glistening organ sliding up between her soft thighs into the deep cleft of her buttocks and stretching her anal mouth with its inexorable progress. Alice could only watch in pity and fascination, aware of the hardness of her nipples and the wet swollen lips of her vulva. She could not deny her own arousal at the bizarre sight, rising as it did from those strange dark depths that knew no moral sense. In fact she must not deny it! That perverted response was all that she or Juliet had to support them through the ordeal. They must turn fear and pain into excitement and pleasure.

The tongue pulled out of Juliet with a sucking glop, drawing a fresh moan from her as she twitched feebly in the taloned grasp of the great clawed hand.

‘Are you all right?’ Alice called to her.

Her heart lifted as she saw Juliet manage a feeble smile, and gasp out, ‘And I thought … having one of Ruddle’s bulbs … stuffed up me … was bad!’

As the Jabberwock slobbered over the unique taste of Juliet’s bowels, Alice saw something bulging from between its ridiculous thighs where only moments before there had been only scales. At the sight her
mouth
went dry. Oh God, the rhyme had been correct. Alice felt sick with despair and the will seemed to drain out of her. Her legs were like rubber … no, not like, they really had become useless! She could hardly move them … nor her arms, even the slight amount her bonds and the Jabberwock’s grasp allowed. What was wrong? She could still feel her body but could hardly move her limbs.

Juliet called out fearfully. ‘Alice … my legs! I can’t move my legs! And my hands … what’s it done to me?’

‘I feel it too. I think it’s just numbed us, to make us easier to handle. That tonguing was not just to get a taste of our arses. Some relaxant in his saliva … it’s probably only temporary. We couldn’t fight it anyway while it’s holding us. Just let it happen. Surrender, remember?’

‘I’ll … I’ll try.’

The Jabberwock began to move off. Back in the shadows, Alice knew the Queen and Albinous were cold-bloodedly watching them being carried away. ‘Satisfied?’ she called out in desperate anger. ‘Going to follow us now? Well, I hope this thing rips your guts out, do you hear?’

But they were already beyond the clearing, being carried along a twisting path through the dark trees.

Juliet, hanging limply in its other claw, said in a tremulous voice, ‘Where do you think it’s taking us?’

‘To its den or lair or something, I suppose.’

‘And … what will it do then?’

‘You know what.’ Alice tried to sound offhand. ‘The same thing everybody in Underland does to a girling if they’ve half a chance.’

‘But it … he’s … huge!’

‘It’ll be a challenge. Girlings don’t fight, we say bring it on!’

‘When he’s done it … will he eat us?’

‘No, because he’ll be tired out after his screwfest, and while he’s sleeping it off we’ll get away!’

‘Do you really think so?’

‘Yes, if we do what we’re best at and give him a ride he’ll never forget. We’re hot juicy girling sluts, right? You can’t blame him for wanting us. And gross as he is, he’s male and we’re female. He’s got to work to provide the filling but we’ve got the holes readymade. We can do it ten times to his one.’

Juliet bit her lip. ‘I’ll try … but he’s so horrible!’

‘Oh, I don’t know.’ Alice pretended to appraise their monstrous captor. ‘A little cosmetic makeover, a new suit, ten litres of deodorant …’

Juliet was laughing hysterically by now, then suddenly choked off. ‘I think we’re here.’

The ground had risen slightly and the trees opened to reveal an isolated knoll of jumbled boulders. As they were carried up to it they saw the huge slabs formed a shallow cave. On a patch of beaten earth before it was a crudely made standing frame of roughly cut and lashed timbers, and a single gnarled thorn bush. Hanging in the upper branches of the bush was a golden crown, which shimmered even in the dull light of the wood, sending splashes of colour across the grey dry ground.

‘That’s the Crown of Auria!’ Alice breathed, impressed by its magnificence despite everything.

‘It’s beautiful!’ Juliet said. ‘Oh … where are the Queen and Albinous? Didn’t they follow us? If they can get to it quickly enough …’

‘They won’t hurry on our account. We just do what I said we do, right?’

‘I’ll try.’

The Jabberwock laid Juliet down in front of the timber frame and turned its attention to Alice. One huge clawed finger picked curiously at the cord still dangling from her nipple clips. Then with a flick it pulled it them off.

Alice yelped at the pain of the metal jaws scraping over her tender flesh, then clamped her lips shut. The
Jabberwock
might not be able to understand words, but it might sense mood. She didn’t want to get anything that big angry with her.

‘Thanks,’ she said aloud. ‘My nips were going a bit numb.’

The clawed finger was brushing across her breasts, making them sway from side to side and tormenting her ludicrously erect nipples.

Alice gulped. ‘Do you like big tits? I think mine are pretty good. You can play with them if you like … that’s it … ow … ouch!’

The finger was flicking the sides of her breasts with the power of a slap, making them jiggle and rebound from each other. The Jabberwock gave another of its grunting chuckles. Suddenly two claws came together on her right breast, imprisoning it between them and pinching inwards. Alice winced at the exquisite agony as her plump flesh distorted. He would skewer her tit like a kebab! Then the claws opened, leaving white indentations on either side of the heavy globe. As the colour returned to them two spots of blood appeared in their centres.

Alice gasped in relief. ‘Thank you,’ she said in wretched gratitude. ‘Great claws you’ve got there. Very sharp. I don’t suppose you could use them to get this rope off?’ She wriggled her shoulders as well as she could, trying to indicate her bound arms.

To her amazement it turned her round and began picking at the rope about her wrists. After a few moments it fell away. Her arms were free – still almost useless, but free!

The Jabberwock laid her limp body on the tilted timber frame, arranging her as one might a doll until she was spreadeagled. There were thick coarse ropes hanging from the lattice of timbers and these it carefully coiled about her neck, wrists and ankles, tying them with huge clumsy knots. As it did so a sickening
realisation
struck Alice. She knew what the frame was for. It would bring their groins level with his.

When it was satisfied she was secure, it picked up Juliet and began picking at her bonds. In a couple of minutes she was tied to the frame beside Alice.

The beast rumbled with pleasure, admiring its two pretty captives, pinching and prodding them to see how easily their flesh could be manipulated. Their squeals and gasps of pain seemed to amuse it. As life returned to their limbs they began to squirm helplessly under its torments, which entertained it even more. In fact its pleasure was all too plain to see.

An erection as long as Alice’s arm and even greater in girth was jutting out from between the thing’s legs. The last third of its heavily veined length was forked, dividing into an upper head and a slightly smaller lower one. There was no sign of any foreskin, but from slots in the twin cock tips clear fluid dripped to the ground. He was ready for them.

Juliet saw the monstrous thing and moaned, ‘It’ll kill us!’

‘No, we only have to manage the heads,’ Alice said. ‘We can do that. It might even be fun.’ She gritted her teeth and lifted her hips invitingly. If it had her first it might be a little easier on Juliet. ‘Well here I am!’ she called out. ‘Think you’re big enough …?’ Her voice faded to a fearful burble. It did not need any more encouragement.

The Jabberwock shuffled round to stand between her spread legs. Its clawed thumbs hooked round the inside of her knees and wrenched them outwards and apart, opening her inner thighs and her feathered lovemouth. Its forked shaft bobbed about as though questing for sheaths to suit his pleasure. The double heads like twin fists caressed her thighs, slithering upward into her groin, butting harder as they sought points of entry into her body which was being driven up against the ropes
that
bound her to the frame that creaked under the load. Her fear-locked orifices gave way under the inexorable pressure and suddenly the massive forked cockheads slid simultaneously into her, front and rear.

Alice howled.

It was like having fence posts rammed up both orifices, filling them to bursting and round into her cervix violating her womb and her clit being squeezed so hard it was going to pop right out of her and her bladder spraying what little it still held and her cunt and bumhole stretching and stretching and she screaming and screaming at the top of her voice driven by the most raw disgusting frightening incredible sensation she had even known …

Then the Jabberwock pulled its penis out for half its length and did it all to her again with its second thrust.

On the tenth agonisingly slow-motion penetration Alice came, her screams of pain becoming cries of desperate release and her body arching about the twin poles that impaled her.

The Jabberwock threw back his monstrous head and let out a siren-blast of delight that echoed through the woods. Its huge penis pulsed, pumping hot sperm into Alice like a fire hose, flooding her vagina and intestines until her stomach bulged. For a moment Alice thought she would burst like a balloon. Then it squirted back around the corks of the twin shafts and out of her distended pudenda and anus in sticky gobbets and streamers over her thighs.

Alice collapsed limp, trembling and utterly spent, hovering on the edge of insensibility. She was dimly aware of the Jabberwock pulling out of her with a terrible suction that still left the mouths of her passages gaping wide and only slowly, painfully, constricting. At some point she felt the frame rocking under her as the Jabberwock began to screw Juliet. As though from a great distance she watched her lovely bound body
shuddering
under his onslaught, her belly swelling with each thrust of the huge double cockheads, her back arching and sweat-sheened breasts heaving, nipples hard-pointed, tear-wet eyes bulging and disbelieving, her mouth seeming not to close as she vented forth a stream of shrieks and moans. But Alice had not even the energy to open her own mouth to utter some words of comfort. What could she say anyway?

She seemed just to blink but must have passed out for a few minutes, because when she opened her eyes again Juliet was hanging limp and sperm-splattered beside her while the Jabberwock was hunched over, drawing in its breath in almost comic steam-train wheezes. That image rekindled a spark of defiance in her. They had drained it. It was shagged out! Monsters – nil, Girlings – one!

However, her legs felt useless. All the tendons in her groin had been stretched to their limits. Even if they were untied how far could they get?

‘At least we got though round one,’ she said to Juliet, her voice rasping in her dry throat. ‘Are you all right?’

‘Just …’ Juliet replied faintly.

‘But you came? You got your bit of pleasure out of him?’

‘Yes … and it was incredible … but I don’t think I could do it again. My insides hurt so. Next time he’ll split me open!’

‘Yes you can! We’ll let it screw itself silly if necessary –’ She stopped. The heads of the White Queen and Albinous were peeping over the boulders on the other side of the Jabberwock’s lair.

‘They’re here,’ she whispered to Juliet.

‘Now? Why couldn’t they have sneaked in while it was screwing us and snatched their bloody crown?’

‘I don’t know, but we’d better keep Big Bad’s attention if they’re going to do it. It’s our only chance.’ Loudly she called out: ‘Hey, handsome. Want another go? I’m just getting warmed up!’

‘Me too!’ Juliet shouted desperately. ‘Unless you’re not up to it, of course.’

The Jabberwock slowly raised its head to stare at them. Alice realised its glowing eyes were set almost on the sides of its head, giving wide peripheral vision. That, together with its mobile neck, meant it would not be easy to sneak up on. Was that what had caused the Queen to hesitate?

‘Come and take us!’ she shouted.

Slowly the great beast loomed over them, flexing is claws. Behind it she saw Albinous, sword at the ready, sprint from cover towards the thorn bush. As he did so the Queen raised her sceptre.

Juliet painfully lifted her hips to offer up her ravaged orifices once again. ‘Here I am all ready and waiting. Can you get it up again?’

Albinous had reached the bush and, heedless of the thorns, stretched his free arm up through its tangled branches.