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.
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"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.
