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belong to?’
Alice took a deep breath, quelling her anger. She was trying to pass through the country as unobtrusively as possible and arguing with the locals, even these wizened boys, was no way to go about it. ‘I’m from over there,’ she said, pointing vaguely. ‘Nobody you’d know. I was collecting wood. Now I’ve lost it down your hole. I’ll have to find some more. Goodbye.’
‘She’s very rude for a girling,’ Dum observed.
‘And she hasn’t got an owner’s name on her collar,’ Dee pointed out. ‘Very contrary.’
Why did they have to have such sharp eyes? Alice thought. Trying to sound a little humbler, she said: ‘Sorry … young masters. It must have been the fall. Made me forget my manners. Do excuse me.’
She began to back away around the pit, only to give a yelp as she pricked her bottom on a branch of the holly tree that flanked one side of it. Even as she looked about for a different escape route the twins hemmed her in, moving disconcertingly in step. They were as tall as she was and much bulkier. Reaching out they each caught her by an arm. Alice tried to wriggle from their grasp but they were too strong. A sick sense of fear began to well up inside her.
‘Maybe she’s not a proper girling at all,’ Dum suggested, then added grudgingly, ‘Though she’s very pretty.’ With his free hand he clasped and squeezed her right breast, as though testing a melon for ripeness. Alice bit her lip but said nothing. Maybe after a bit of a grope they’d get bored with her. ‘Her titties are bigger than that girling Old Mr Meles has.’
‘Remember the trouble we got into about playing with her,’ Dee said. ‘P’raps we should let this one go.’
‘But this one’s different,’ Dum insisted. He pointed at Alice’s pubes. ‘Look, her cunny’s got feathers all over it where it should have hair.’
‘Bet they’re not real.’
‘They look real.’
Dee reached down, took hold of one of the larger feathers in the middle of her pubic delta and with a swift jerk plucked it out of her. Alice gave a shriek of pain. Dee held up the golden feather, which had a smear of blood on its quill.
‘They are real,’ Dee agreed. ‘And it’s pretty.’
‘I want it,’ Dum said.
‘This one’s mine. Get your own.’
Alice whimpered as Dum pulled a second feather from her pubes. ‘But what is she?’ he wondered as he admired his prize.
‘Maybe we should pull out some more until she tells us who she is?’ Dee suggested.
‘No, please don’t!’ Alice said quickly.
Their big mouths turning up into malicious grins, they pushed a squirming Alice further back into the holly bush. A hundred spines pricked her soft skin, making her yelp and bite her lip.
‘So tell us who you are, girling,’ Dum said.
‘It’s true,’ Alice gasped. ‘I don’t belong to anybody. Not on the Boardland, anyway. I’m working for the Red Queen. She wants me to find something for her.’
Dum and Dee exchanged curious glances, then frowned at Alice. ‘You’re lying,’ Dee said. ‘The chesspeople are all gone. Nobody’s seen them in years. We learnt that at school.’
‘Only we don’t go to school any more,’ Dum added. ‘School’s stupid. Now we do what we want. So as long as nobody’s going to come looking for you then, contrariwise, you belong to us.’
They were pressed against her, holding her close to the tormenting holly sprigs. She felt bulges growing in their trousers beneath their fat bellies and could almost smell their growing sense of power over her, even as her own resolve was melting away.
A broad unpleasant smile split Dee’s chubby face, which sent a shiver down Alice’s spine. ‘You mean we can do what we like with her? Have fun, punish her, like Old Meles’s girl but more? The way they do with other girlings?’
A mirror of the smile now distorted Dum’s features. ‘That’s right. Finders keepers, losers weepers. We keep her and make her weep. What’s your name,
Alice took a deep breath, quelling her anger. She was trying to pass through the country as unobtrusively as possible and arguing with the locals, even these wizened boys, was no way to go about it. ‘I’m from over there,’ she said, pointing vaguely. ‘Nobody you’d know. I was collecting wood. Now I’ve lost it down your hole. I’ll have to find some more. Goodbye.’
‘She’s very rude for a girling,’ Dum observed.
‘And she hasn’t got an owner’s name on her collar,’ Dee pointed out. ‘Very contrary.’
Why did they have to have such sharp eyes? Alice thought. Trying to sound a little humbler, she said: ‘Sorry … young masters. It must have been the fall. Made me forget my manners. Do excuse me.’
She began to back away around the pit, only to give a yelp as she pricked her bottom on a branch of the holly tree that flanked one side of it. Even as she looked about for a different escape route the twins hemmed her in, moving disconcertingly in step. They were as tall as she was and much bulkier. Reaching out they each caught her by an arm. Alice tried to wriggle from their grasp but they were too strong. A sick sense of fear began to well up inside her.
‘Maybe she’s not a proper girling at all,’ Dum suggested, then added grudgingly, ‘Though she’s very pretty.’ With his free hand he clasped and squeezed her right breast, as though testing a melon for ripeness. Alice bit her lip but said nothing. Maybe after a bit of a grope they’d get bored with her. ‘Her titties are bigger than that girling Old Mr Meles has.’
‘Remember the trouble we got into about playing with her,’ Dee said. ‘P’raps we should let this one go.’
‘But this one’s different,’ Dum insisted. He pointed at Alice’s pubes. ‘Look, her cunny’s got feathers all over it where it should have hair.’
‘Bet they’re not real.’
‘They look real.’
Dee reached down, took hold of one of the larger feathers in the middle of her pubic delta and with a swift jerk plucked it out of her. Alice gave a shriek of pain. Dee held up the golden feather, which had a smear of blood on its quill.
‘They are real,’ Dee agreed. ‘And it’s pretty.’
‘I want it,’ Dum said.
‘This one’s mine. Get your own.’
Alice whimpered as Dum pulled a second feather from her pubes. ‘But what is she?’ he wondered as he admired his prize.
‘Maybe we should pull out some more until she tells us who she is?’ Dee suggested.
‘No, please don’t!’ Alice said quickly.
Their big mouths turning up into malicious grins, they pushed a squirming Alice further back into the holly bush. A hundred spines pricked her soft skin, making her yelp and bite her lip.
‘So tell us who you are, girling,’ Dum said.
‘It’s true,’ Alice gasped. ‘I don’t belong to anybody. Not on the Boardland, anyway. I’m working for the Red Queen. She wants me to find something for her.’
Dum and Dee exchanged curious glances, then frowned at Alice. ‘You’re lying,’ Dee said. ‘The chesspeople are all gone. Nobody’s seen them in years. We learnt that at school.’
‘Only we don’t go to school any more,’ Dum added. ‘School’s stupid. Now we do what we want. So as long as nobody’s going to come looking for you then, contrariwise, you belong to us.’
They were pressed against her, holding her close to the tormenting holly sprigs. She felt bulges growing in their trousers beneath their fat bellies and could almost smell their growing sense of power over her, even as her own resolve was melting away.
A broad unpleasant smile split Dee’s chubby face, which sent a shiver down Alice’s spine. ‘You mean we can do what we like with her? Have fun, punish her, like Old Meles’s girl but more? The way they do with other girlings?’
A mirror of the smile now distorted Dum’s features. ‘That’s right. Finders keepers, losers weepers. We keep her and make her weep. What’s your name,
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