The Hunt Ch 03 The Preys Flight

The Hunt - Chapter 3

The Prey's Flight

"Oh goodness," Alice found herself completely alone now; she had run down the path without thinking of anything but escaping the gigantic she-beast and her... her... appendage and the trail was the only option she had.

'I am so... indecent!' She thought she appraised the rags that were once her clothing; her corset, though still together, was getting looser; her breasts were heaving from the exertion and covered in a sheen of sweat. Streams of perspiration now trailed down between her breasts, from her head and neck. Below her waist were shredded rags. She was glancing around at the growth that surrounded both sides of the path.

'Those bushes and brambles would tear me to pieces!' Then, realizing she had no choice, she ran on as quickly as her legs could carry her, that is, until she fell and twisted her ankle.

"Blasted vines!" She glared down at the finger-thick vine nearly hidden in shadow, the very vine that had tripped her.

'Bloody shoes!' She removed the offending articles, shoes she had only purchased a few days before. They were carefully chosen to match her dress which now lay in tatters back along the trail. Shoes that were more hindrance than a help. In stockings alone, she cast the shoes off into the undergrowth.

"I doubt it will help much, but no sense in leaving an easy trail." She got back onto her feet, the right ankle still angry. "Oh, Hatter, where are you?" She implored the forest to answer, but it remained silent.

She started back down along the path. 'Where did that woman come from!' She searched her memories of Wonderland and could find not fragment of such a creature. Indeed, there were oddities aplenty in Wonderland; in fact, she thought she was the only 'normal' thing she could recall meeting there. However, the creature chasing her was an altogether different sort.

'She is magnificent' she found herself walking now, not running, making her way mindlessly down the trail. "She is very tall, and her face," In truth, she was not thinking of the woman's face, but the rest of her that Alice was focused on, "And she was soooo nude."

'My, my, it is warm out today,' Alice reached to wipe sweat from her brow, then ran her hands under her breasts to wipe away moisture there as well; her action forced her engorged nipples to rub lewdly and so deliciously against the fabric of their confines.

"Stop it, Alice!" She forced her hands down to her side and into fists. "Remember what Mistress said!"

Mistress

was her title now, but originally it was

Nanny,

the title taken by the governess hired by father's business partners after mother's death. It was a horrible day when Nanny had caught poor Alice playing with her breasts and touching her flower while in her bath that she took to relax before bed.

***

"What are you doing!" Nanny had rushed into the bath, "How dare you to touch what is not yours!"

"I am sorry, it feels good. Why should I not...." Alice was confused, 'It is my body, isn't it?' She knew her mother had never denied her access to her own body, nor had she ever spoken anything to indicate that she should not. She rose from her bath; Nanny gave her a towel.

"Dry yourself, then come to my study just as you are, mind you! You think that your body is all yours to abuse, then it should not both you to display it!" Mistress then marched from the bath.

Alice had disobeyed; she had never gone nude in her rooms and would not make the trek from her room down the hall to Nanny's in a state of nature. Alice put on her silk knickers and camisole, then her light dressing gown, all gifts from her mother. She was covered, but the material was so delicate she felt still nude. She checked in her mirror to be sure she was covered, if not decent.

Her reflection showed the lovely young woman she had become, although she would never have admitted it or recognized the truth -- she was beautiful. Brilliant blue eyes noted her long blonde hair was running down her shoulders in gentle natural waves, to end neatly cut well past her mid-back. Her clear porcelain complexion was reflected in her face but was simply a sample of her entire being. All those blessings she was familiar with, all she had had since youth.

What disturbed her was the horrible truth. Though covered, the delicate silk hung just so; her curves were on full display. Her apple-sized breasts filled both her camisole and dressing gown, with her swollen puffy areolas and prominently hard nipples making their presence known all too clearly and thus could not be hidden. Her narrow waist, caused the knickers and gown to draw in then flare outward, left little to the imagination. The only saving grace was her new knickers followed the trend of being fully closed over her treasure so she might not expose herself on her trip to Nanny's study. However, she could not finish what she had started, and now her arousal caused an embarrassing dark shadow that had formed directly under her sex. It might not have been so noticeable if Nanny had not told her to trim her pubs close 'it is summer, and you will sweat less,' she had said, now without that cover, her knickers showed every detail of that unsatisfied portion of her body.

Shrugging her shoulders, which caused her breasts to dance under their thin disguise, "I shall have to keep my gown close; there is nothing else for it."

Alice picked up the small framed photo of her mother beside her dressing table, "Oh mother, why did you die?"

She missed her mother profoundly but never so much as when Nanny appeared on the scene not a week after the funeral; Alice's mother was a good woman who doted on Alice since her father was lost to both of them. "I miss you so." She put the photo face down on the dressing table again.

"Time to face the music." She walked resolutely to the door and turned the knob.

Alice checked both ways in the hall; the course was evident as she scurried toward the room that had once been her mother's private study but was now Nanny's study and sewing room, although she had never seen Nanny sew.

Her hand on the door, Alice listened at the door, when suddenly the knob was pulled from her hand. Alice was unbalanced by the sudden opening and fell forward onto the carpeted floor. She did manage to catch herself before she fell flat-faced, but still, she ended up on all fours; it was not at all graceful.

"Come in, Alice..." Nanny seldom had a smile. Usually, her expression was neutral; that neutral expression quickly melted into a frown. "So, you can not follow the simplest instruction."

Nanny's maid Ilsa had opened the door; she now closed it behind the kneeling Alice, then turned the key and put it into her breast pocket. Alice knew she was now locked in with these women.

Ilsa helped Alice to her feet; the woman was as strong as any man and as tall; she towered over Alice's 5' 4" inches, who had thought herself tall until meeting Ilsa. However, the iron grip of the ladies made did not relent; she held Alice still as Nanny inspected the ruffled girl.

Alice glanced around a room that had once been so comforting, not so now. The paintings were now photographs which differed significantly from the images they replaced. All were of women, mostly girls in different situations. All dressed indecently and many completely nude, some being whipped, some touching each other. It wasn't comforting to Alice, but that did not hold her attention like the newest piece of furniture in the center of the room. It was entirely new, some profoundly strange-looking chair, perhaps an adjustable bench or even a desk? It was made of black lacquered wood, with a strangely padded 'seat' shaped like an extended pear, its neck stretched out of shape, wide near the edge narrowing quickly toward the other end, perhaps an arms-length long it ended in a strange padded 'U' shape at the end.

"Are there handles there?" She wondered under her breath.

Where one's legs would be, were two padded panels ending in padded ledges where one's feet might sit but longer than a foot tread. Various black leather straps, some heavily padded, others like on her boots, were all over the strange object.

It was the strangest thing, so odd that poor Alice was so captivated she did not hear most of Nanny's berating. That is until she felt the riding crop across her belly; with that, she jumped backward and away or would have if it had not been for Ilsa's iron grip holding her in place.

"Pay attention, child!" Nanny nearly shouting at Alice, "I see that you must be taught using more persuasive methods." She stepped to the side, turning away from Alice, "Ilsa help Alice onto the horse."

Suddenly Alice found herself almost flying through the air in Ilsa's strong hands; she found herself bent over at the waist, held down over the horse, her knees forced onto the small shelves she thought were for feet, and now she found leather kissing the top of her thighs.

"Stop!" Her surprise now put her at a disadvantage, and there was then another surprise.

SMACK! A hand came down on her thinly protected bottom. "Silence! You need to learn your place and how to be a proper young lady; your education has been lacking." Nanny's voice had a harshness now; that harshness and the blow caused Alice to freeze just long enough for Ilsa to secure a wide padded strap across her lower back, one tight enough she would find it difficult to move.

Nanny now assisted Ilsa by moving to Alice's head, putting her face into the padded U she had wondered. Her arms pulled down and forward and rapidly secured, first one then another into wrist restraints near handles. On reflex, Alice found herself involuntarily grasping the handles, which allowed Nanny to tighten the straps.

"Please stop; I will be good!" Her voice was nearly a whine. "I don't deserve this!"

She struggled now, but it was far too late; Ilsa had moved to her bottom and secured her thighs with straps there as well, all so tight Alice could not move. Ilsa continued to work, securing one restraint after another until Alice had no range of movement at all. Alice was openly weeping.

"Please stop!" Sobs wracking the girl, but Nanny stroked her hair while pulling it free of the restraints.

"Shhhh, this is for your own good." Nanny's voice was gentler now, calming, soothing. "You need to learn what all proper young women learn, that parts of your body belong to your future husband." Nanny ran her fingertips down from the top of her charges head down to the small of her back just above the girl's ample succulent buttocks. The straps dug erotically into the girl's body, the shape of the horse forced the girl's bottom up and out, presenting it for what every attention Nanny desired to give it.

Nanny smiled openly, "You are so lovely, my dear; your husband will be a profoundly lucky man once we show you what is yours and what is not."

"Is she secured?" Nanny asked as she slowly unbuttoned her black dress uniform, revealing a black silk full-coverage riding corset supporting her large breasts, much larger than either Alice or Ilsa's, all above modest black bloomers.

"Yes, Mistress, she is secure," Ilsa answered, beginning her adjustments to her attire, finally becoming nude, save for the slave collar around her neck.

Alice found several cleverly placed mirrors that worked together to allow her different views of her confinement, even her bottom!

"Good." Nanny ran her hand down the girl, "Alice, I distinctly told you to wear nothing to my rooms. Was I not clear?" At those words, the girl whimpered and babbled, while weeping and begging.

"I asked you a question, Alice." Nanny brought the crop down hard on the girl's now elevated bottom.

"YESSS" Alice screamed, then broke into choking sobs.

"Ah, so I suppose you thought this was nude?" Nanny asked while lifting the flimsy silk between her fingers.

"Well then, we shall remedy the situation." Then, picking up a penknife and a set of sewing sheers. "Ilsa, please assist me with unwrapping our present, will you?"

"Yes, Mistress." Taking the sheers, Ilsa set to work, and together in moments, the lovely silk items, one of the last gifts her mother had given Alice, cut and removed from her body. All while Alice begged them not to destroy her mother's gift.

"That was your fault, Alice; they would be fine, hanging in your room if you had followed instructions; let that be a lesson to you." The crop came down on her now naked bottom.

"Follow" swish, crack, scream "my" swish, crack, scream "instructions." Swish, SMACK, SCREAM!

Nanny gently soothed the marked and angry bottom cheeks, three lovely new welts rising to greet and kiss her hand, as the globes they adorned sensuously moved while their owner wept at the mark's birth.

As wonderful as it was to finish training a slave and presenting her to her new owner properly prepared to fulfill all her duties no matter how degrading joyfully. Nanny enjoyed this portion the most. The beginning of the process of remaking a willful and self-deluded young woman into the properly broken and obedient slave she would be. It was both sensual but also fulfilling.

"Now, sweet Alice, we are here" Nanny ran her soft hands down the girls back, avoiding the welts, past her bottom to lightly touch the inside of her thighs down the right leg then back up the left, never caressing the delicate and sensitive parts so close to their route. "Because you do not seem to know what you may and may not touch.

Nanny stepped back; the girl looked delicious on the training horse. The horse was a device designed years ago for this purpose, for Nanny was none other than the Madam Cynthia Cline, Mistress of Concubines. She trained in some far-off harem and brought, at significant expense, to England to break this very girl. It did not matter to Madam Cline the who or the why; she would break and remake Alice into a proper slave for her new husband. She had never failed before to reshape a woman, and she would not now.

"Ilsa, please adjust her position," Nanny ordered, and Ilsa did, and soon Alice lay prone, her breasts dangling free below her torso, which lay on a padded table, her bound legs splayed wide and bent, her sex revealed to the world.

"Please stop!" Alice cried yet again.

"Ilsa, please, I grow tired of her pleading; it is for her own good," Nanny asked, and Ilsa did, taking a bit of the rent silk knickers and stuffed them into the girl's mouth. The very portion that Alice's need had soaked.

"Much better. Now, where were we?" Nanny took a position between Alice's lovely legs and tickled her inner thighs lightly. She handed the crop to Ilsa, who now stood beside the girl. Nanny nodded, and the crop began its work, stroke after stroke, as Nanny explained the proper ways a girl should treat her future husband's property.

"Alice, this," softly, running her fingers along the girl's soaking pussy, from bottom to top. Then, nodding to Ilsa when she approached the sensitive nub. With each touch of the nub, the crop landed. "belongs to your future husband."

"This is where he will place your future children," brush of the nub, nod, then crack, "this is where he will take his pleasure."

Madam Cline had learned her trade well; the strikes were to help Alice learn the pleasure and pain could be the same; she caressed the dripping pussy, gently and inexorably bringing the girl closer and closer to climax, but not over, just to the edge and leaving her there. She did this several times, soothing the bruised and sore bottom before beginning the process all again.

"From now on, you shall call me Mistress." Her fingers played over the gasping virgin cunt, the winking asshole beckoning her to its depth. "Am I clear?"

"mfae," Alice replied, the gag still in place, sobs long ago replaced by moans and gasps.

Mistress nodded to Ilsa, who stood soaked in sweat, her large breasts heaving, her collar and gold rings of her slavery showing clearly in her nipples. "Remover her gag. Are the cloth strips ready?"

Ilsa removed the gag.

"Yes, Mistress," Alice shouted and returned to alternately weeping and moaning.

Ilsa handed the strips of silk that had once been Alice's dressing gown and other clothing. "That should be sufficient."

"Good," Mistress applied ointment to the angry welts, they would not scar, but the bruises would take time to heal. 'I will have to flog her back instead, no matter, it is all the same.'

They took an aroused but spent Alice back to bed, "I will bind you, so you do not spoil yourself in the night." Poor Alice's hands bound to her sides, her thighs and calves bound together to keep her from abusing herself. "Now, sleep well, Alice," Mistress said as she tweaked the distended nipples on desperately full areolas.

"Please, Mistress!" Alice begged; she knew what she needed. "Please, I can't sleep; please let me have relief?" Tears came again, but this time fueled by her need.

"Shhh, little Alice, you must know I am not your husband. If it is not yours, then surely it is not mine?" Mistress kissed her on the forehead, and pulled up the sheets, and sent her off into a tortured and restless night.

The morning was a little different; bound, it reminded Alice what she could not touch, a day of exercise, then the evening lesson in frustration and binding before bed. So day after day, week after week, until a proper young man presented himself, and Alice immediately agreed to the match if for no other reason than to get her husband to relieve her suffering; after all, it was his property.

The summer had passed much this way till it was announced Alice had agreed to wed. Then, just the day before finding herself lost by the hedge, Alice was where she was often seen, strapped in the horse--refreshing her memory of her place.

Alice's face buried in Mistress's pussy, giving thanks for Mistress's gentle teaching. Ilsa was deep in Alice's pussy, bringing Alice near release before pausing, her tongue gently licking and caressing the maidenhead that was yet to be broken. Weights attached to nipple clamps swinging back and forth with each of Ilsa's strokes. Mistress's pussy masked Alice's moans. They brought cries out not only because of Ilsa's tongue but also the four fingers buried deep in Alice's well-lubed bottom.

"You will make a wonderful wife, Slut Alice; I look forward to your wedding." Mistress stroked Alice's hair, "You have learned so much and been such an excellent student."

The next day, Alice had resolved to find a way to Wonderland to say goodbye.

***

The poor girl was desperate! Her pussy was dripping as it always was, it had been two days before the wedding and her release, when she had set out to find the Hatter and White Rabbit to say goodbye, now she was trapped in part of Wonderland in which she had no experience with being chased by a great beast... with beautiful fur-covered breasts, a powerfully muscled body, and those eyes.

"Focus, Alice! That is not something a proper girl thinks about...." Alice shook herself.

She looked around her now. Still, the path led on and down, further away from where she was sure her friends were. But behind her, the trail seemed to be closed to her by trees and brush.

"I am sure I came that way, but how?" Alice asked, but yet again, the forest did not answer.

"I have no choice!" Alice shivered; she was sure she was being driven like a wild beast; she was nothing but an animal driven to her fate and slaughter. The thought caused her to shiver and her kitty to make its presence and incessant demands known by licking her lower lips and drooling. Finally, reconciled with her fate, she went on.

The path weaved left then right but consistently downward. The forest blocked her vision at every turn, and it seemed to work with the course to drive her onward, ever downward; toward some end, Alice could not see, but she could hear. The sound of water grew louder with every step, water falling from a height, to find what end? Worse than the unknown end, each step seemed to cause some vine or thorn to entangle in her tattered clothing; small rips became more significant holes, unit gaping rents, and finally, some portion of cloth was left on limb or branch.