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the ends … yes. Now put it round the back of my head and pull the ends round into my mouth between my teeth so the knots hold it in place … glumpth … uhh.’
    The rope cut into the sides of her mouth, pulling her lips back and tasting musty. The knotted ends lodged between her back teeth and her mouth was wedged open.
    Dum rammed his rod into her cunt from the rear without any consideration for her comfort. Her gargling yell of surprise and pain was stifled by Dee’s shaft as it was pushed into her gaping mouth with equal lack of ceremony. The fat flesh plum drove past her lapping tongue and down her throat, making her neck bulge. She was penetrated front and back.
    Her oral skills were not required. Her gullet was simply being used as a hot wet hole for him to spend himself inside. But Dee was not withdrawing. He was savouring the moment. Alice’s eyes grew rounder. She couldn’t breathe. He had hold of her hair and she could not pull away. Didn’t he realise he was choking her with his cock? Why should he? He’d never had oral sex before.
    The twins withdrew together and Alice desperately sucked in air past Dee’s cockhead as it paused for a moment resting on her tongue, even as Dum’s was still lodged in her nether mouth wet with her juices. Then both plunged into her again, stifling her squeals. In, out, in, out. They were shafting her in rhythm, making full use of their pet, their helpless slave bound to a screwing horse. It was careless and selfish and incredibly exciting.
    They came quickly, like boys might in such a situation, almost before she was ready. Twin jets of sperm were pumped into her like the spouts of water pistols as her own orgasm erupted. She jerked wildly against her ropes and spluttered on choking ejaculate as it slid down her throat. She heard them laughing at her struggles as she mindlessly licked and sucked and slobbered the last traces of come from the softening shaft. Then she slumped limply over the horse, drained and utterly exhausted.
    Alice was distantly aware of being freed from the sawhorse, having her hands rebound behind her back and secured with another cord round her waist, then being dragged into the cage and the door being bolted behind her.
    ‘There’s water in there,’ she heard them say. ‘We’ll bring you some food in the morning. Then we’ll see what else we can do with you.’
    By the time she had recovered from her post-orgasmic swoon the camp was deserted and the skylight was dimming. Her skin still smarted from her beating and her vagina felt bruised. She squirmed across to the metal bowl in the corner and lapped water from it as best she could, washing the taste of come from her mouth. There was nothing she could do about the same substance oozing from her well-used cleft except try to rub it off on the straw bedding.
    Finally she curled up in a corner, trying to get as comfortable as possible while confused thoughts tumbled through her mind. What she had suffered at the hands of the twins had satisfied the masochistic side of her nature, but she also knew she had to get away from them . It was not entirely because they looked so gross, but because deep down they frightened her.
    Underland had turned Tweedledum and Tweedledee into malicious, self-centred adolescents who would perhaps never grow up. To them she was no more than a new toy. Who knew what they might do to her tomorrow?

Four
    ALICE AWOKE, STIFF and aching, to the sound of banging on the wire of her cage.
    ‘Get up, girl!’ Dum, or possibly Dee, was saying. Both the twins were standing by the cage. ‘It’s breakfast time.’
    A tin plate had been pushed inside. On it were two slices of marmalade on toast, a shelled hard-boiled egg and a dollop of porridge.
    Alice blinked the sleep from her eyes, squirmed awkwardly round into a sitting position and forced her mouth to work. ‘Masters, please can you untie my hands so I can eat?’
    They grinned at her. ‘No, you’ve got to eat like you