Free Alice In Chains by Adriana Arden Page B

are. You won’t need your hands for anything we want to use you for, and you’re our pet now, so you’d better get used to it. Hurry up or you’ll get nothing.’
    Everything was cold but Alice cleared the plate, picking up the pieces of food as neatly as possible between her teeth. Denying her the use of her hands was basic slave indoctrination, as it made her more helpless and dependent on her masters. Fortunately she had gained some practice at eating without using her hands at Topper and Lepus’s, where the trainee girlings’ food had been served in what had closely resembled a pig trough.
    As she ate she wondered where the food came from. Dum and Dee must have a house somewhere nearby, but did they live alone or with parents, assuming they ever had any? She suspected a lot of things here had not come into existence by normal means. Just because the pair still dressed like schoolboys didn’t mean much in Underland. Pity their parents if they did have any, though.
    This was not simply idle speculation. She knew she must either escape from the pair or else wait for them to get bored with her, which might take a long time. The more she learned about them the more chance there was of discovering something she could use to her advantage.
    She finished her meal by licking the last of the porridge from the plate like a good pet. It would do no harm to make a show of obedience. Besides, she did get an illicit thrill at being made to eat doggy fashion. If only they were nicer, and she was not on such an urgent quest …
    They let her out of the cage and clipped a chain leash to the ring of her collar. She remained on her knees but sat back on her heels, looking up at them plaintively. ‘Please, Masters, I need to go to the toilet.’
    There was a spade amongst the scattered tools, and with this the twins dug a small latrine pit. Even this simple task they managed to argue over while Alice watched on, squeezing her thighs together in rapidly growing need.
    ‘She could dig this herself,’ Dum said.
    ‘But we said she wouldn’t need to use her hands, so that would make us look wrong if we changed our minds,’ Dee pointed out.
    ‘But she’s our slave.’
    ‘But we’ve got to mean what we say, or else …’
    ‘Or else what?’
    ‘Or else, contrariwise, what we say doesn’t matter.’
    Eventually the hole was dug and Alice squatted over it, gratefully emptying both her bowls and bladder. She was very aware of their curious eyes on her but there was no way she could hide anything and she had to keep her legs wide to balance, so they saw all that she voided. Like all boys, and indeed most men, she suspected, they were fascinated to see where a girl’s pee came from. They watched the hissing stream twinkle merrily from her nether mouth with wide eyes. Fortunately, during her previous time in Underland, she had become used to the fact that girlings had no privacy, even to perform their so-called ‘private’ functions. Dum and Dee’s attention almost made her smile, even though it also generated a little nervous shiver as a reminder of her complete vulnerability. In Underland a girling was an animal who lived to serve the whim of her master.
    Of course, once she was finished, the pair argued about who was going to clean her, neither wanting to wipe her bottom.
    ‘But it’s got to be cleaned. We don’t want her smelling of poo!’
    ‘Let her do it.’
    ‘But we said she couldn’t use her hands.’
    Alice listened patiently as they ran through the same argument as before. Eventually they settled it with a round of paper, rock, scissors, which Dum lost.
    As Alice meekly went down on her knees and leaned over to rest her head and shoulders on the ground so her groin was conveniently exposed for cleaning, she wondered at the way they either behaved in close synchronisation or else complete disagreement. Their counterparts in the book had also been prone to histrionics. She might be able to make something of