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length of her sceptre, which now Alice realised she had not put down even while undressing. Before Alice’s eyes it began to change shape, shortening and thickening. In moments the metamorphosis was complete and Alice gave a little gasp as she saw it had become a double-ended ribbed dildo with a golden ring of prongs about its middle section. Apart from their colour, the double shafts looked uncomfortably realistic, complete with veins down their sides and bulbous tips straining through rolled-back foreskins.
    The Queen spread her legs apart and fed one end of the dildo into the red-lipped cleft of her auburn pubic mound. A dreamy expression came over her as the shaft vanished inside her until the middle ring of golden prongs was pressed into her furrow, leaving the rest jutting from between her thighs in an impudent upward curve. She stepped between Alice’s thighs once more so that her captive could see the artificial erection in all its intimidating majesty.
    ‘Would you like the other half of this inside you, girl?’
    Alice thought it might split her in two. ‘It may be a little big for me, Mistress.’
    ‘We shall see. But first I must test your resolve. Through suffering I will bind you to me. I need to forge you to my purpose, little tool …’
    From the rack she selected a rubber paddle blade with a wooden handle.
    ‘I don’t want to break that pretty skin, but I do want you to suffer,’ she said as Alice’s eyes widened in alarm. ‘This should produce a satisfactory effect. Don’t attempt to hold back your feelings,’ she commanded Alice. ‘The sobs and tears of a girling in torment are so attractive.’
    Gazing at the anticipatory smile on the Queen’s face, Alice realised the simple, frightening, wonderful truth. The Queen was as mad and mercurial of temperament as any other Underlander, and Alice was her plaything.
    The Queen squared up to Alice and swung the paddle. It connected with her taut buttocks with a meaty smack, causing Alice to jerk convulsively in her chains and give an anguished yelp.
    ‘Was that painful?’ the Queen asked.
    ‘Yes, Mistress.’
    ‘Extraordinary! Why, I’ve known pain compared to which that would be a lover’s kiss. Now
this
is painful …’
    And she swung the paddle with such force that the shockwave rippling through her flesh made Alice’s breasts bounce spontaneously before the follow through set her body swinging like the gondola of a fairground ride. Alice shrieked at the top of her voice, then recovered her breath in a series of racking sobs as hot tears burned in her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks.
    ‘That’s more like it,’ her mistress said with approval, examining the broad scarlet band flaring across Alice’s bottom cheeks. ‘In fact I think the bloom of well-chastised flesh is quite my favourite colour,’ she declared, raising her arm to deliver another blow.
    Smack! Smack! Smack! The paddle beat against Alice’s tender posterior from the left, the right, upwards and down.
    Alice writhed from side to side and swung forwards and back between the supporting arms, bawling and sobbing as she did so, surrendering herself to the pain, feeling the Queen’s pleasure in her display and drawing comfort from it. She knew what was to come. This was merely Underland foreplay.
    Her whole bottom and the underside of her thighs felt as though they were ablaze now, and her anal ring tightened and relaxed in nervous pulsations. Though her pubic feathers might have taken a little of the sting out of the blows, her labial pouch still burned with the fire, its punishment for pouting so provocatively from between her thighs. Through the haze of pain she felt her nether mouth gaping wet and wide with excitement and her inner lips swelling perversely.
    Then the searing blows stopped and she hung limp and dizzy in her chains. Her abused bottom pulsed with waves of heat and pinprick ripples. The Queen was bent over her, stroking her body, running her fingers