~ The Alice's Mirror~

The Hatter

Alice can see lights in the distance.

And the lights are coming closer.

A strange vehicle stops in a sort of clearing and its strange passangers gets out of the car.

Wooden soldiers !

And they cast a net !

Alice wants to move back, closes the malefic mirror...

Too late. The net springs out from the mirror, wraps Alice, imprisons her.

And Alice is anew in the mirror world, in the mirror nightmare.

Now she is hanging in the vehicle as a ham. One of the soldiers approaches and chatters, showing her its enormous wooden prick.

Alice thinks that all is beginning again as in the previous nightmares.

The vehicle rolls in the way, backfiring, and the net cuts her back, her shoulders and her buttocks.

She realizes that the trees seem gigantic. Or perhaps she does shrink herself.

But Alice may not reflect more. The wooden soldiers have stopped the car and got off the net. They ferociously tie up Alice to a plant and they lower her nice lace panties.

With her bound wrists, with her neck strangled by a rope, with her torn apart legs, Alice can just scream with pain when a wooden soldier drives its hard cock in her intimity.

After rapping her many times, the two wooden soldiers leave Alice, always tied up, with her throaty breath, with her ravaged vagina, to chatter together and to smoke a pipe.

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Then after having anew imprisonned Alice, they set off again.

After the sunshine the vehicle reaches its destination. Alice is exhausted. She is feeling sick and her head is spinning. The sort of steam chariot shakes her all the night. The two little monsters regularly have stopped the car and they have raped her, more and more.

Alice is terrified when  the giant lift the net and puts it on the table, on a checkboard.

While the giant is undressing her, Alice thinks that, at least he will not rape her: he is too tall !

"She will be a pawn. A really charming pawn.  When she will be prepared. A white pawn"

Alice don't understand anything and she tries to fight against the wooden soldier who is kneeling her and grabs her arms back.

In vain. And she sees with terror the huge  sewing scissors.

One more time Alice's hair are cropped. Badly: the giant has wrecked her beautifull hair. Then he tapes Alice on the checkboard and he gags her forcing a tennis ball in her mouth.

Alice is quite quatered, completely helplessly.

She groans with pain in her gag, chokes with her saliva, when the giant grabs her intimate labias with  tweezers.

She rears up when he pierces her labias with a sewing needle.

Almost unconscious, she yells when the red iron digs her pubis skin, when the terrible pain ravages her mind.

Then she faints out.

The awful sensation that something is tearing of her sex, brings Alice round.

"Disinfection. My chessmen must be clean" the giant says, lifting up Alice. The tennis ball is always here, stucked in her jaw. Alice is cuffed and her labias are distended by the ring piercing them, by the chain and by the heavy cast weight.

This weight drags her towards the bottom of the bottle where the giant puts Alice.

Before he closes the lid.

Alice is anchored and her head juts out from the medicinal liquid. She pedals, she trots in the liquid to do not sink.

Later, the giant gets Alice out of the bottle to put her in a big wooden box.

He hoods her face with a condom and places a leather muzzle, a steel collar and a tennis ball. Now Alice is nearly bind, nearly deaf and totally dumb. The latex hood blurs her vision, deafens the sounds and blocks her mouth. Only two little valves pierces the condom and makes the breathing possible.

While she is taking down in a rack, her womb stretched by the weight oscillating under her, Alice can see others prisoners through the misted-up latex. Each of them in a compartment. All of them are hooded with red latex. She can just see that because the lid closes and Alice and she finds herself, imprisoned, cuffed, hooded, gagged and chained by her sex to the weight put down near her.

It's the first game Alice takes part. There will be other games. She is a white pawn and she is dressed in white: a latex and lace dress, white and black; fishnet stockings and  high heel and wedge heel ankle-boots. Alice is still hooded and gagged. Thumb cuffs, linked to her collar, immobilize her arms and her sex chain is locked to her ankles. She walks with difficulty: the chain pulls on her labias and she has to raise the leg to walk.

With a fork, a wooden soldier puts her in place: D5.

In each game, Alice will be here. Near the red Queen, near the white Queen.

The chessmen are made in stained wood, red or white. Except her. And today the red knight. A centaur ! In A5.

Alice is trembling. With fear. Also because the irons twist painfully her joints. She is hot and she is streaming with sweat in her latex dress. She is panting and her breathing is like a snore through the valves that  stingily enable her  to breathe.

"Red have to play. Knight A5- B3. Check the Queen"  the giant says.

White have no choice. They sacrifice the pawn. They sacrifice Alice.

"Knight B3-A5. The white pawn is taken"

Taken. Alice will play some games and she wil be taken every time. Always in the same way.

The wooden soldiers clear the chessboard and tie Alice to a restraint rack.

With her bound thumbs...

with her spreaded thighs, with her chained sex, Alice offers the living knight her gaping womb. The knight took her and he is going to take her.

The centaur knight comes closer. He is muzzled like her and his thumbs are chained. He puts his front hooves on the steps.

Alice  shudders when the centaur's member touches her gapping hole.

Then she howls.

The centaur's penis is huge and rips Alice when it forces her vagina.

The centaur's attack makes Alice cry out in pain. Then, gradually she cries out in pleasure.

When the centaur comes in her, when he ejaculates his burning sperm, Alice has had it and scream her pervert pleasure.

And with her torn mouth, she gulps the centaur's prick when he comes in front of her,

when he floods her throat with his semen.

Alice vaguely hears the wooden soldiers prattling behind her, fooling her.

But she cares not. She gasps for breath but she feels herself... filled. In her mouth and in her cunt.

The next games goes in the same way. Always Alice is on D2 but the other chessmen change imperceptibly their places. That's cheating, thinks Alice. The result is always the same: Alice, the white pawn is taken, tied to the restraint rack and raped by the winning chessman.

Now the red Queen : gagged, hooded with red latex, chained and wearing a strap on-dildo.

"Red have to play. Queen E2- D2. The Queen takes the white pawn" 

Alice licks a lot the rubber dildo. So it will go in better.

But she screams when the Queen falls on her, when the Queen falls in her, brutally, when she deeps-plough her womb, moanning.

While the Queen goes out again, falls on again, while the Queen is sobbing behind her, Alice thinks that the chain shackling the Queen causes her suffering as much her own chain distending her intima labias.

Then there is the Bishop.

He is a muscular man, dressed as a woman: red lace guepiere, black stockingd, high heels and a very small G-string.

His huge sex is showing and seems ready to burst.

The Bishop, chained by a ball, stumbling on his stiletto heels, goaded by a wooden soldier, comes in front of Alice.

He forces the Alice's gaping mouth...

and quickly ejaculate inside it....

before he takes Alice successively using her two holes.

Between the games, Alice is locked in the box. When, exhausted, breathing heavily, she falls asleep.

Alice is dreaming (but is it a dream ?) that she is in the dungeon, dressed in latex, gagged, hooded, her shoulders strained by her cuffed thumbs, having difficulty breathing through the two valves piercing the latex condom.

Alice is chained by her womb in front of the damp wall. Her legs are bent and shooting pains run her calves and her back thighs.

He comes. Alice can hear the bars. Alice can hear his breath. Alice can feel her tormenter's heat. Alice can smell his ruting male smelt.

"Soon",  He says harshly, trussing Alice.

"Very soon", He grunts, raping Alice by her back door.

"Very, very soon, you'll be offered to Belial" He whispers, kneading Alice's breasts.

Quickly he finishes his affair and abandons Alice in the muggy darkness.

He leaves her, soaked in sweat, dripping with sperm, her body arched by the cramps slashing her back, her legs and her shoulders.

Games happen one after the other.

Then the Rook comes.

At once Alice knows that the nightmare end is approaching. But she knows also that she is going to howl with pain, before she'll wake up in her bedroom.

Seing the Rook, Alice is trembling with fear. He is a steel monster, a monster who seems difficult to control by the wooden soldiers themselves. His ankles and wrists are chained. He blinded by a red mask screwed on his temples. His mouth is kept closed by an iron muzzle. But that doesn't stop him from fiercely growling when a soldier pricks him with his fork. And when the other soldier tows him using the leash clasping his spiked testicles

And his sex ! A metal sex of course.

Huge, enormous, gigantic, terrifying...

These adjectives and  many more run in Alice's mind when she sees the thing. Triangular blades are spreaded out around the iron member and around the glans.

Alice thinks that the thing slits when it goes in, that the thing rips, guts when it takes out again. And that the thing has been already used ! Brownish bloodstain spatter the blades.

"Hurry up. Let's have done with it" Tied to the rack, Alice implores in silence.

A condemned woman's  rack.

to be continued...