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girl?’
‘Alice Brown,’ said Alice in a faint voice.
‘Say “Master” when you speak to us,’ Dee said, giving her nipple a pinch. ‘Cos we’re your masters now, and you’ve got to show proper respect.’
‘Yes, Master,’ Alice said wretchedly.
Between them they dragged Alice away from the pit. As they went Dum began to chant. The rhyme was all too familiar but its words were no longer nonsense. Instead they presented an ominous vision of Alice’s immediate future.
‘The time has come for Alice Brown,
To learn the way of things;
Of games her masters like to play,
And how much holly stings;
Or why a beating makes her hot,
And all the tears it brings.’
Dee took over.
‘We’ll take her to our secret place,
And teach her to obey;
After swishing sticks and many pricks,
She’ll do anything we say;
Our slave she’ll be, for otherwise,
Her pretty flesh we’ll flay.’
Holding Alice firmly between them, the pair pushed their way into a great mass of rhododendron and emerged into a small natural clearing at its centre. The space was littered with carelessly scattered tools, wooden boxes and odd lengths of rope and chain. In the midst of this, assorted boards, scraps of tarpaulin and old fence posts had been nailed and lashed into a rickety hut. painted over its sagging door were the words: HEADQWARTERS (SECRET) . Beside it was an equally rough and ready cage made out of slatting and chicken wire, with straw strewn over its floor.
‘We made that to keep a tove in,’ Dee said, as though inviting Alice to admire their handicraft skills.
‘Or a mome rath,’ Dum added.
‘But now it’ll do for you,’ Dee continued.
‘It’s very nice, Master,’ Alice said automatically, thinking wistfully of the fine cage she had shared with her lover Valerie.
‘Alice’ll be more fun to have than a tove or a mome rath,’ Dum said. ‘We can do girling things with her and also teach her tricks like a pet.’ He prodded Alice. ‘Can you learn to do tricks, girl?’
Alice found her mouth working without conscious thought as her instincts took over. ‘I’ll do whatever you tell me, Master.’ There was no point in protests now. She felt a frisson of dark excitement run though her as her senses heightened and her loins stirred in anticipation of what was to come. There would be pain and pleasure and she would embrace both to the full while keeping a small part of herself aloof from it. She was a helpless girling and that was her only power.
‘It’ll be dark soon,’ Dee said, ‘but we can have some fun with her now and start training her properly tomorrow. Get some rope and we can tie her up.’
‘You get the rope, I want to have her first,’ Dum said, pulling Alice towards him.
‘No, I’ll go first,’ Dee said. ‘The pit was my idea.’ And he jerked Alice back.
‘But I dug more of it than you!’ Dum retorted, hauling the other way.
‘But I hid it so well she didn’t know it was there!’ Dee shouted.
Red-faced, they were each gripping her arms with both hands now, throwing all their considerable weight into a tug of war with Alice stretched between them like a living rope.
‘But it was my rattle I put there to lure her!’ Dum screamed. ‘My old rattle, do you hear?’
‘You can keep your mouldy old rattle,’ Dee hollered back. ‘I’m having first go with her!’
Alice cringed at the rage and spite washing over her. However old they actually were, the pair were behaving like selfish children and might pull her apart before either one would give way. She took a deep breath and shouted, ‘Masters, please! You can both be first!’
That got their attention. Their plump faces screwed up in frowns of puzzlement. ‘You’ve only got one cunny hole,’ Dee snapped. ‘One of us has to be first.’
Alice gulped queasily at the thought because the pair repulsed her, but she continued doggedly. ‘No, Master. A girling can give pleasure with her mouth as well as her cunt … I
‘Alice Brown,’ said Alice in a faint voice.
‘Say “Master” when you speak to us,’ Dee said, giving her nipple a pinch. ‘Cos we’re your masters now, and you’ve got to show proper respect.’
‘Yes, Master,’ Alice said wretchedly.
Between them they dragged Alice away from the pit. As they went Dum began to chant. The rhyme was all too familiar but its words were no longer nonsense. Instead they presented an ominous vision of Alice’s immediate future.
‘The time has come for Alice Brown,
To learn the way of things;
Of games her masters like to play,
And how much holly stings;
Or why a beating makes her hot,
And all the tears it brings.’
Dee took over.
‘We’ll take her to our secret place,
And teach her to obey;
After swishing sticks and many pricks,
She’ll do anything we say;
Our slave she’ll be, for otherwise,
Her pretty flesh we’ll flay.’
Holding Alice firmly between them, the pair pushed their way into a great mass of rhododendron and emerged into a small natural clearing at its centre. The space was littered with carelessly scattered tools, wooden boxes and odd lengths of rope and chain. In the midst of this, assorted boards, scraps of tarpaulin and old fence posts had been nailed and lashed into a rickety hut. painted over its sagging door were the words: HEADQWARTERS (SECRET) . Beside it was an equally rough and ready cage made out of slatting and chicken wire, with straw strewn over its floor.
‘We made that to keep a tove in,’ Dee said, as though inviting Alice to admire their handicraft skills.
‘Or a mome rath,’ Dum added.
‘But now it’ll do for you,’ Dee continued.
‘It’s very nice, Master,’ Alice said automatically, thinking wistfully of the fine cage she had shared with her lover Valerie.
‘Alice’ll be more fun to have than a tove or a mome rath,’ Dum said. ‘We can do girling things with her and also teach her tricks like a pet.’ He prodded Alice. ‘Can you learn to do tricks, girl?’
Alice found her mouth working without conscious thought as her instincts took over. ‘I’ll do whatever you tell me, Master.’ There was no point in protests now. She felt a frisson of dark excitement run though her as her senses heightened and her loins stirred in anticipation of what was to come. There would be pain and pleasure and she would embrace both to the full while keeping a small part of herself aloof from it. She was a helpless girling and that was her only power.
‘It’ll be dark soon,’ Dee said, ‘but we can have some fun with her now and start training her properly tomorrow. Get some rope and we can tie her up.’
‘You get the rope, I want to have her first,’ Dum said, pulling Alice towards him.
‘No, I’ll go first,’ Dee said. ‘The pit was my idea.’ And he jerked Alice back.
‘But I dug more of it than you!’ Dum retorted, hauling the other way.
‘But I hid it so well she didn’t know it was there!’ Dee shouted.
Red-faced, they were each gripping her arms with both hands now, throwing all their considerable weight into a tug of war with Alice stretched between them like a living rope.
‘But it was my rattle I put there to lure her!’ Dum screamed. ‘My old rattle, do you hear?’
‘You can keep your mouldy old rattle,’ Dee hollered back. ‘I’m having first go with her!’
Alice cringed at the rage and spite washing over her. However old they actually were, the pair were behaving like selfish children and might pull her apart before either one would give way. She took a deep breath and shouted, ‘Masters, please! You can both be first!’
That got their attention. Their plump faces screwed up in frowns of puzzlement. ‘You’ve only got one cunny hole,’ Dee snapped. ‘One of us has to be first.’
Alice gulped queasily at the thought because the pair repulsed her, but she continued doggedly. ‘No, Master. A girling can give pleasure with her mouth as well as her cunt … I
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