Alice - Lost Soul

Alice - Lost Soul
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ISBN:  9781907753435
Author:  Surreal
Word Count:  74,136
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Two more he delivered to that sensitive arch, the tails biting agonisingly. 'Is that payment enough?' he asked sarcastically.
   Thighs trembling, Alice nodded frantically. She had no intention of extending that particular misery. She felt the knot loosen, the tension on her gag easing. Barker tugged the wet rag from her mouth before making an issue of undoing his flies. She tried to look away, but Richard wound her hair about a fist and pulled her head back.
   'A consideration, you said,' he reminded her. His fingers delved inside trousers, found and extricated the excited six-inch shaft. Alice watched the plum pop clear of its stretched foreskin. 'Consider,' Barker whispered. 'Consider this lesson.'

Devastated by Richard's spiteful disclosure, her mind in utter turmoil, Alice flees Southport. Unable to come to terms with the man's advances, and her apparent willing reciprocation, she packs a bag and turns her back on a liberal existence with the Howells.

Lost Soul follows her tortured path as the demons that have haunted her assault the disillusioned and susceptible teenager. No longer able to distinguish the difference between a desire for penance and lust, muddled by alternating wet dreams and nightmares, the innocent beauty drifts toward promiscuity.

The search for her real mother leads Alice to the Hope-Ashby Preparatory College in Flint. There she is offered work and a roof over her head, but soon learns that the principal's idea of discipline is as durable as the oldest profession.

Dogged by an illusory Richard, and hounded by an implacable conscience, Alice falls to the wiles of Mr Hughes, the corrupt and formidable warden of The Hope. Bludgeoned by life she yields to impropriety, to wallow in sexual and sadistic manipulation.

Lost Soul is an earthy, rational and provoking excursion into the bizarre realms of basic lust. It is the third in an ongoing saga of Alice Rose Hussey, the innocent girl who brings the worst out in men.

Alice watched in abject terror as Richard selected a quirt from the implements cupboard. 'I think you will not find this whipping to your taste. Even delinquent whores have their limit. And perhaps while we're occupied we might make the concept of sexual intercourse a little less beguiling.'
   Alice winced to the touch of those twin tails, Barker draping them on her buttocks. Ambling forward he dragged them the length of her body. 'Not much left to the imagination, is there? Typical. It's what I have come to expect. Alice Hussey, half naked, her bosom hanging out.'
   'I didn't choose this,' she protested.
   'No? Why don't I believe you?'
  Richard paused by her shoulders. 'This is quite an ingenious contrivance.' He leant, spoke quietly in her ear. 'It mounts and exhibits you in the most provocative manner. Even your bosom dangles, exposed and naked. Expectant, begging attention in a way.'
   The tails of that whip dangled from her shoulder, the thick leather thongs swinging close to her chest, unnerving her. 'What sort of attention would they appreciate, Alice?'
   'Have a feel, if that's what you're after. I can't do much about it, can I? Go on, help yourself. Fondle my tits, Uncle Richard.'
   Barker straightened. 'If I give any consideration to those fat swellings then it will be with this. He took two steps towards her rear, then lifting an arm high he brought a formidable lash to bear, the girl's left buttock taking the full force. The thongs cut vertically, whipping flesh from loin to thigh. Alice stiffened, a sickening hurt penetrated, turning her stomach.
  'Perhaps I simply don't understand. We are, after all, generations apart. So, explain to me, why have you discarded all your morals?'
  Alice panted. Nerves wrought, her mind dwelt in turmoil. Sweat beaded from her brow and dribbled annoyingly over her eyebrows and nose. She had sought divine punishment, a penance severe enough to acquit her conscience. That she seemed to have been granted, but her feelings troubled her. The whip's retribution proved harsh, excessively so, but her body and mind failed to shy from its fitful smart.
   Richard lashed her again. The hiss of those speeding thongs, the virulent bite of unforgiving leather, and the subsequent caustic burn, all contributed their effect. They augmented a sensation of immense contentment.
   'Answer me,' the man demanded, whipping her again.
   Alice hung her head, gasping. The coercive punch of impropriety fed a chronic obsession and stirred a relentless avalanche of erogenous stimulation. Her immodest posture, the grip of sweat-soaked straps, the vulgar promotion of tits, arse and fanny, and the stretch and thrust of those fleshy buttocks nurtured her weakness. The fact she was pinned, captured, held immobilised and subject to the withering bite of Barker's scourge, enhanced the inner furore. She was dinner on a plate, and served purely for the delectation of others. She would find no absolution there.
   Six times that twin-tailed flesh-biter ravaged the meat of her left flank. There the fires raged, the whole buttock torched and burning. Preoccupied with his torturous recreation, Alice was certain Richard revelled in every second.
   The hurt bordered on excruciating, a wall of raw heat continually surging though her loins. Alice had often pondered on the why and wherefore, deliberating on the extremities of corporal punishment. Richard provided her with part of the answer, maybe the ultimate in severity, a whipping never to be surpassed. Alice suffered it, surprising herself by her ability to endure.
   She avoided the mirror. She deliberately averted her gaze, for she knew what lay behind. But the draw became too much. Aware of possible repercussions she joined the game, witnessing the demented Richard whipping her backside with furious abandon. The harsh, graphic presentation crowned the bubbling cauldron deep in her stomach. Tentacles of delicious energy encircled, squeezed, and encouraged orgasm. The grim, regular beat of thongs ripping into fired bottom flesh stressed the predicament. The jolt of stung body, and the subsequent tremble of breasts amplified the bawdy consequence. Her face grimaced, lips parted, teeth ground, the picture before her spiralling her ever closer to unconscionable consummation.
   The marks of the whip mauled and stained her bottom, the visible cheek welted and etched. Stripes flourished, thrust from her heated flesh. Barker persevered, trouncing her bottom, the flesh constantly aquiver, stung to a rapturous flush.
   A tally lay beyond Alice, the bitter acid consuming every ounce of her being. The thwip and thump of tails whipping numbed corpulence mesmerised. She hovered on the edge, entranced by the deepening colour of her own behind, and the accumulation of livid marks raised by that excessive flogging.
   Eyes glazed, Richard backed off. Sweat rained on his face, soiled his shirt and soaked his hands. Panting he took time to survey the devastation. 'Just the beginning, Alice,' he whispered. 'That is merely a taste.'
   Her bottom stung, prickled, burned in a most exasperating fashion, Alice strung from the tenterhooks of eroticism. She wanted, yearned for more. Whatever liberties Richard evoked would only serve her needs. A licentious quagmire sucked her ever deeper, Alice plumbing the depths of wanton depravity. Richard inspired the sexual frenzy more than anyone else. He ignited the muddle of emotive eruptions more efficiently than Hughes or Jay ever could. Richard dominated with ruthless, uncaring efficiency. He aimed to hurt, to cut to her very soul with his vindictive sadism. Richard met her deficiency with ruthless proficiency.
   Alice sought to provoke. She refused to see, turned her mind from the possibility, wallowing in the frantic sexual thrill instead. 'Why?' she probed. 'Why are you doing this? If it's because you enjoy it then just say so. For a fee you can have the pleasure on a regular basis.'
   'What did you say?' Richard demanded, teeth clenched.
   'Ten pounds. How's that? Ten pounds to satisfy yourself.'
   'Have all my remonstrations been in vain? You lay there... God Almighty! You are incorrigible. You are beyond saving. You are rotten to the core.'
   'At last!' she spat. 'Now it's sunk in, so leave me alone!'
   Richard jabbed a forefinger at her. 'I have an hour with you, whore. I have used less than half that. In the time remaining I will justify this visit. You will regret and beg forgiveness.'
   Alice looked over her shoulder and glared. 'You paid. You have paid for this.'
   'No...'
   'Yes you have. God, look at the devout punter. You're pathetic.'
   'I haven't paid. I have purely negotiated one hour in which to bring you to your senses.'
   'I don't believe you, but you'd better get a hurry on. You don't want to miss out on anything. A few minutes could make all the difference.'
   'How dare you? How dare you insinuate?'
   'Oh, I dare. I know you. I am well versed in your conniving ways. Have you paid for the privilege of having me as well? Is this to be the lead in to teaching me another lesson? Are you hard, Richard? Is your cock rubbing against your trousers?'
   'You filthy-mouthed bitch!'
   'Yes, and it will suck you off for a consideration.' Alice held her mouth open.
   Face flushed Richard growled. 'You are pushing your luck. I warn you. You have changed beyond all recognition. You were the bad penny, but now...'
   'Now I see you with my eyes wide open. I see you for what you are. Come on uncle, you're wasting time. There's bits of me you haven't thrashed yet.' Alice pushed up, her back arching magnificently, her breasts clear of the support. She jiggled them, quivering enticingly. 'Don't you fancy these?'
   Stunned, seeming to have lost the advantage, the man turned his back on her. She listened to his restrained breathing, Richard trying to regain control.
   'I had forgotten how abusive you can be,' he admitted. 'I came here with the intention of saving you. And I will admit, revenge. That was wrong. The good Lord preaches forgiveness. I should forgive you. But what you did was reprehensible. No man should suffer the wiles and vagaries of a lascivious Jezebel. No man should be subjected to and ensnared by the seductive technique of a designing Lolita.'
   'You what?' Alice gasped at the man's sheer audacity.
   'I am flesh. I am human. I have red blood coursing through my veins. Even a staunch disciple like me can wither before such temptation. And you are desirable. You hold the trick of enchantment. It is only after the madness has lifted that one can see the wrong, the damage done.'
   'I see.' Alice sighed. 'So, are you enchanted tonight? Will you be losing your mind again? Will you be ruing sexual coition in the morning?'
   'Maybe I am wrong about something. Perhaps the devil does reside in you. Perhaps he and that filthy mouth should be silenced.'
   'What's it to be, uncle? Gag or penis?'
   Richard spun on his heels, the abruptness stunning Alice. He snatched the tie from his neck and held it out. 'This, you smart-mouthed bitch.' Enraged, he wrapped it about her jaw, pulling it tight, the silk sinking painfully deep into the corners of her mouth.
'And as you seem so keen, after I have finished with this,' he showed her the quirt, 'you can pay for your brazen effrontery.' Barker strode angrily to the door. He checked in the hallway before closing and locking it.
   Back he marched, quirt held ready, and positioned directly behind the girl he proceeded to lash her thighs, the whip alternately raking the inner and outer of each limb. Impassioned, he worked his way down, stripes proliferating, her legs whipped indiscriminately.
  Alice struggled to survive. The pain proved unbelievably horrendous. Richard withheld nothing, the girl beside herself with despair. She chewed his tie, tears spilling, her gut contracting. Tears ran, wetting her lips, dribbling down her chin. She wriggled, she writhed, she squealed and grunted. Hands yanked at her bonds, biceps bulging, her shoulders twisting this way and that. The wide strap across her waist chafed and probed, the skin beneath wet and sore. She kicked with her calves, feet scrabbling in thin air.
   Then the hell ceased, the jubilant Barker adjusting his position. Alice waited, anticipated, heart in mouth. She grimaced as his hand probed between her legs, feeling her vaginal lips. She winced to the insertion, a finger sliding deep.
  'Wet,' Richard announced with glee. 'You are wet. So again we see the depths you readily sink to. What is it? Are you anticipating? Is your salacious mind unable to think of anything else? If you expect with such passion, then perhaps it would be unfair not to fulfil that insatiable lust. Perhaps, though, you should be paid in advance.' Two tough leather thongs bit ferociously. They struck with shocking force. They sliced her vulva before cutting into her shaven pubic mound.
   Alice gurgled. Eyes thrown wide she howled. Her body lurched, straps cutting deep into struggling flesh. Barker watched her antics with satisfaction. He revelled in the restricted roll of hips, the limited waggle of welt-smothered tail. Pleased with her pained reaction he repeated the savagery, Alice jerking, contorting in desperation.
   Two more he delivered to that sensitive arch, the tails biting agonisingly. 'Is that payment enough?' he asked sarcastically.
   Thighs trembling, Alice nodded frantically. She had no intention of extending that particular misery. She felt the knot loosen, the tension on her gag easing. Barker tugged the wet rag from her mouth before making an issue of undoing his flies. She tried to look away, but Richard wound her hair about a fist and pulled her head back.
   'A consideration, you said,' he reminded her. His fingers delved inside trousers, found and extricated the excited six-inch shaft. Alice watched the plum pop clear of its stretched foreskin. 'Consider,' Barker whispered. 'Consider this lesson...'

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