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Following on from this intro ........
The tingling between her legs was growing. It was like a pulse now. She tried to ignore it as her hand reached out to the large bulbous door knob. She gripped firmly and twisted it slowly. The door gently swung inwards, bringing her with it. She found herself in a garden, huge and somewhat unusual. Plants she did not recognise, tall trees and shrubs, flowers quite exotic and a heady scent all around.
Noises ahead of her. Shrieking? Or laughter? She could not tell but she was compelled by some force to follow the sounds.
A narrow path, led her through the undergrowth. The plants seemed hostile, the thorns tore at her dress and skin, the vines wrapped themselves around her ankles. She lost her shoes.
She stumbled a few times, falling face first, her palms and knees became grazed from the impact. Her dress flew up exposing her bare cheeks and though she hurried to cover herself, not before the soft warm breeze has swept between her thighs, like a soft whisper. It seemed to be lying in wait, for the moment it could waft over her, caressing her. It felt so lifelike that she opened her eyes wide as her own hand flew to her nether regions to check no-one had sneaked up behind her and were truly touching her.
She was surprised to find that she was damp.
Not from injury nor needing to go to the toilet either! A warm, heavy wetness, silky smooth. In her exploration her fingers pushed deeper between her legs. It took her breath away. Her own touch was electrifying. It was both scary and wondrous. Should she be worried about this “leakage”? But why did it feel so good if it were a bad thing?
Suddenly aware of the nearby voices again, she pulled her hand away, pushed her dress down to cover her shame and stood once more.
She ducked through a low man-made archway of ivy and came upon a clearing. Though it wasn't very clear. A large table and some benches lying askew, toys and books scattered over the soft, short mossy ground.
And there, in the midst of the chaos, were two boys. Well she was not quite sure if they were boys.
Two large, stocky figures, a mirror image of each other. Very rotund, comical almost and Identically dressed except for the names embroidered on their chests – Dee and Dum.
They were bickering, jabbing fingers, bumping their bellies to knock the other off balance. It seemed childlike but slightly sinister.
“You broke” shouted Dee.
“My rattle” screamed Dum.
“No, I didn't” they shrieked in unison.
They jumped at each other, ready to fight but just then Alice called out “Excuse me, Sirs”
“She did it !” they both said, pointing at her, without taking a breath.
Instantly their own quarrel forgotten, they came bouncing over to her, taking one arm each they pulled her over to the table, ignoring her struggles and cries.
She tried to speak, to calm them down, to find out where she was and who they were. But they jabbered on, each finishing the other's sentences.
“Let's teach her” said Dee.
“A lesson” said Dum.
“She will be” said Dee
“Our new toy” said Dum
Their small chubby hands groped her, pawed at her dress, pulling it harshly over her head.
Left only in her underskirt they began shredding it layer by layer, the tearing noise, like fingernails on a chalkboard. Her limbs became marked where the dress seams had shown a little resistance before succumbing. Within minutes, she was naked. She tried to cover herself and screamed for help. They did not seem concerned about the cries but Dee scooped up a scrap of her torn petticoat while Dum yanked the long blue ribbon from her hair.
“This will keep” said Dee
“Her quiet” said Dum
The white material was bunched up and pushed into her mouth, the ribbon wrapped tightly round her head, keeping the gag in place, her mouth held open, her lips straining at the corners as it cut into her.
She kicked out with her legs, tried to stand to run away but Dee grabbed her arm, swung her around and punched her in the stomach. It wasn't too hard to damage but it knocked the wind out of her and she fell to her knees.
Dum was on her instantly, kneeling behind her. His huge stomach resting on her haunches, weighing her down. Dee held her at the wrists.
Dum's arms snaked around her, his hands found her small breasts, his fingers tweaked at her nipples. She tried to scream but it was muffled by the rag in her mouth. It was soaked with her saliva and more dribbled out, falling on the ground. Dum reached round, swiping the spit from her chin.
“Waste not” said Dee.
“Want not” said Dum.
His wet hand moved back behind her. He pushed it between her legs, his fingers probing her most intimate place. She inwardly gasped as she felt herself open and his fingers ease into her. The original wetness she had experiences helped him glide into her. She was sickened by the thought of what he was doing but the wave of pleasure that coursed through her at that very moment took her breath away. She dismissed it instantly. This was not a good thing. She needed it to stop. She needed to escape.
Dum continued to push his fingers into her, deeper and deeper, faster, twisting, ever forceful, pounding into her, relentless. She knew he was going to split her open and she clenched herself tight together.
“She is” said Dum
“Resisting too much” said Dee.
Dee slapped her hard across the face. Her head spun, her eyes watered. She went limp. The shock made her forget momentarily what Dum was doing to her and as her thighs relaxed he gave a final hard thrust and his hand disappeared inside her.
“Just like” said Dum
“A hand puppet” said Dee and they laughed together.
Dum continued to push inside her, pumping, his balled up hand filling her. He could feel the tightness ease a little so he pounded even harder.
Alice was incoherent. This was not happening. This pain. This degradation. This shame. And something else. An odd feeling building inside her.
“It's my turn to play” shouted Dee.
Dum agreed and pulled his hand out of Alice. He saw a faint trickle of blood at his wrist.
“She was” said Dum
“A virgin” said Dee and they both chuckled together.
Alice was dizzy. She fell in a heap, her knees pulled up to her chest, her tears watering the grass. Dee was scrabbling in the bushes, Dum was pulling at the ivy. They skittered around like children, skipping with joy, beaming smiles.
Alice had her breath back a little so took a chance. She tried to stand and run, though she could not see the path from where she had come. Her head swung left then right looking for freedom.
Suddenly, a hard blow hit her from behind, a kidney took the force. Another at the jaw knocked her out. Her knees buckled, the sky went dark.
She came round sometime later. She could not work out how she was standing if she had not been awake.
She was under the Archway. The strong vines had been used to restrain her at wrist and ankle. Her legs were partly open, the tender bruised parts being caressed once more by the warm air. Her arms were tightly stretched out. She felt unstable on her feet yet was fully secured. The gag was still in place.
A slap to her face, then another and another brought her attention back to reality.
The men stood in front of her. They seemed taller and more menacing.
Dee held a long strip of willow in his hand. Dum held what looked like a wooden pole. Smooth edges along the length of the shaft topped by a slightly larger rounded end. She then noticed the cross piece at the other end. It was a child's sword. Another one lay on the ground nearby but it was different. It had been carved at the top end, still sanded smooth but gnarled and twisted. Her eyes opened wider in fear, she tried to silently plead with them to let her go.
“Let's make” said Dee
“Our puppet dance” finished Dum.
Dee struck her across the front of her thighs with the willow. She jerked back, howling inside. They giggled at the motion and Dee lashed out again. Five, six, ten, eleven! More strokes, gradually moving up her body over her stomach then to her breasts. The pain was making her delirious.
Large red welts appearing in straight lines across her torso. Dee moved behind her and continued to cane her cheeks, viciously. When she lifted her feet in protest (the only movement she could make) Dee would instantly strike the soles with the willow and the pain would make her recoil and replace her feet on the ground.
Alice began to sag, her body limp with shock and exhaustion.
“She won't” complained Dee
“Stand still” agreed Dum.
Dum approached her and knelt between her legs. His face pressed against her, where his fist had invaded her earlier. His hands pulling her buttocks forward for traction, his tongue probing her, pushed inside her. In shock, incoherent as she was, Alice felt a jolt, like an electric shock. It woke her from this surreal nightmare. Dum lapped at her, nipped at the folds of her skin with his lips, opening them apart with his tongue. Just as she was letting the pleasure overtake her fear he brought the sword between her legs and pushed it deep inside her.
It dangled, alien like from her, swinging free from the ground.
“She is” said Dum
“Too tall” said Dee.
And with that they each pulled on the vines binding her ankles. As her legs were pulled backwards and wider apart, she sunk lower onto the sword. She feared it would move inside her and pierce her heart but it came to an end when finally her legs were splayed at the maximum and the other end of the shaft was embedded soundly in the ground.
She was pinned there, angled forward now, her striped bottom ever more prominent.
Dee could no longer contain himself. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out a rather flaccid penis.
“Help me” said Dee.
Dum reached up and removed the gag from Alice's mouth, her jaw ached so much she could barely move it to speak.
Dum started to hurt her. He pinched and tweaked and scratched and slapped. He punched too. And with each scream from Alice, Dee became harder. His finger pushed inside her back opening and Alice froze. She knew what he would do next and she pleaded with Dum to stop him. The blows continued to rain down on her as Dee pushed his now fully erect member into her tightest of holes and began to thrust into her.
Alice shrieked- a howl so full of pain and fear but to no avail as Dee continued to pound into her, egged on by her screams.
Dum watched her eyes fill up and as the tears streamed down her face and her body was wracked with sobs he unbuttoned himself, took his tumescent manhood in his hand and began stroking himself, his hand moving along his shaft in time with Dee's thrusts.
The screams and tears continued, with Alice not realising she was now aiding the momentum, she was building them up to the crescendo.
With a final few harsh jerks inside her, Alice's tears splashed onto Dum's moving hand. The sight of the small clear droplets running onto his shaft was all he needed. Dum exploded over the front of Alice just as Dee filled her insides.
Both men sated, they pulled away from her. They buttoned their fly, straightened their shirts.
Dee said “Let's go”
“Eat” said Dum.
They took some time to release Alice, removing the sword, untying the ivy, smoothing her hair, drying her face. They brought her dress over to her and helped her into it. They pointed in the direction of where she had entered.
Dee smiled and said “Come and”
“Play again soon” smiled Dum as they went off, skipping and jumping.
Alice saw the path ahead of her and limped towards freedom. Despite her welts, her aches and pains, the cuts and bruises there was something else not quite right. Something missing, not quite finished?
She realised she had chosen poorly this time and would hopefully fare better behind the next door.
Edited Tue 7 Feb 12, 3:49 PM by candle_in_the_wind
