Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 17

Anyone for Tennis, Menace, Dennis?

By Nikki Kernovii

Chapter 17--Alice's Tale of Blunderland

"I don't know where to start." Alice said. Her hands cupping tightly onto the mug of fresh tea to warm her.

"Maybe what happened when you left Dennis and how you met and got involved with that murdering, slimy bastard."

"Language." Mike reprimanded Emma.

"Sorry Master." Emma dipped her head and eyes and sounded contrite. But only for a moment.

"It was a few weeks after I had walked out on Dennis.. Master Dennis." She emphasised the 'Master'

"I felt... lost. Empty." She sipped her hot tea. "I have known since I was young - very young - that I need pain. It makes me feel alive. I know that I can't live without out it." She said, staring into her mug.

"After a month or so, I was getting desperate. I had no job. I had no plan. I just knew that I needed someone to own me. Someone to give me the pain that I craved. Someone I could serve and live for. I had so wanted that to be Master Dennis. I... I stole some money to pay to go to a party in Birmingham. I had heard... I knew about it from friends."

She sighed and seemed to shrink visibly.

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After we had lain together on the floor of the van, shivering, for what seemed like ages, with Alice crying onto my naked shoulders, Remy had returned, pulling herself into the driver's seat.

"You stay there a moment. We cannot go far. It is not safe or legal to be like that. But it is not safe to be seen yet. Hold tight."

The van lurched and bumped for only a few minutes as we, presumably, left the industrial estate.

Alice and I clung to each other as we slithered about on the floor.

As soon as the van stopped, Remy leapt out and came round to open the side door.

"Quick. You two go to the car." She helped us out of the van and into the back seat of Mike and Emma's car. She turned, but returned a moment later to push the bags with our clothes in them onto my lap.

Remy closed the car door on us and ran back to the van. Seconds later she was off, driving down the road

"Buckle up." Mike shouted at us as he too, hit the accelerator and we shot out of the tiny lay-by, and roared off along the road some distance behind Remy.

It was several minutes before he took a turn to a side road and had to slow down a bit.

Emma turned round in her chair.

"You gals OK?" she asked.

"Yeah Sort of. Just." I said. "What just happened?"

"Yeah well. I busted open the fire escape to find that there wasn't much place to run to. Lots of rubbish and very overgrown with brambles and stuff. So, I found a bush and squatted like a needed a pee. Not so far from the truth actually. I was just about pissing myself anyway."

"Language!" Mike scolded her.

"Oh, come on Master. I was desperate and this is no time for pussy footing."

"Ok. This time. But watch yourself. You know that you will be punished."

"Yes Sir." Emma didn't stay soft and contrite for long. "Soooooo anyway. I did squat. Moments later that big guy and Armstrong then Master Mike came running out the door. I looked up at them and tried to apologise and say things like... actually I'm not sure I can remember what I said. Something like 'I was looking for a loo.' By this time all three of them were staring at me. I wasn't exactly dressed for that sort of thing. I could feel the thong had slid to the side and what with squatting and all, I was giving all three of them a pretty clear view of everything.

"'Go on then.' Armstrong said, standing right in front of me with his arms folded. His crotch was about level with my eyes so I could see him getting a boner. The perv was getting turned on at my predicament."

"That sounds about right." Alice chipped in, still sniffing and shivering. Her voice barely above a whisper. "He does like getting off on other people's humiliation. And he likes watching peeing. He has done it to me a lot. I still hate it." She shuddered.

"Well what with everyone watching me, I kind of clammed up. I know I kinda like an audience for some things, but not that. The minutes ticked by. I looked at them. They looked at me. Armstrong said. 'Get on. We ain't movin' till you're done, slut.' So eventually I managed to squeeze out a dribble. Then stood up with wet knickers and tried to adjust myself. Being wet, the thong just stuck to me and felt and looked hideous. Armstrong was distracted for a moment, leering at me. But then he turned back to look around. 'Hey! Where did that French bitch get to?' He sprinted back into the store. Master Mike tried to grab me to drag me back inside. The big guy shut the back door behind us. Armstrong had run to the curtained area then back towards us and straight to the other door, which I guess was his office from the brief glimpse I got. After a quick glance inside, he shouted at his mate 'That French bitch has run off with my puppy'."

"That would be me." Alice sniffed. "He started called me his puppy only a couple of weeks after we met, among other names. So... so how did you get out?" Alice said.

"Ahh well! That was where things got a bit confusing." Emma continued. "Just then Remy came back in to the building. Master Mike shouted 'Remy just go. Run.' I guess he had worked out what had happened before I caught on. Armstrong turned to take a swing at Master Mike. You can probably guess that this was not a good move. Armstrong is what? Five feet nine or ten maybe? Mike is six foot two and pretty well built. He dodged the arms and decked Armstrong with his second blow. By then the big guy tried to join in. He was more than a match for Master, so while he tried to take a swing at Mike, I picked up one of the hat-stand thingy jobbies nearby, and swung it up between the guy's legs and jerked it. I guess it kinda hurt, because he grabbed his nuts and felt to the floor howling. That was when Mike grabbed me and we ran like hell and well... here we are."

"Wow!" Alice said. "So, I guess you guys had something planned. That all seems more than accidental."

"Yes." I said, joining in. "Master Dennis was concerned about you. He had heard various things and got worried."

"Master Dennis? Master Dennis Longjobby?" She stopped and lowered her eyes as if in submission. "Sorry... I shouldn't have said that, should I? Master Dennis Longechambon. My previous master."

"Yes." I nodded.

"So is he here?" Alice asked.

"No." Mike said, joining in. "He and Armstrong have a bit of a problem together. I am sure Julie can fill you in later. His appearance would have caused problems."

"Oh." Alice seemed unsure but maybe a bit disappointed. "Then who are you guys? And how did you get involved? And where are we going? And... and... and..." With that, she burst out crying again.

Her whole body was shaking. From the cold or fear or relief I couldn't say.

I put an arm round her shoulders and just held her.

Little was said on the rest of the journey back to Mike and Emma's house.

"You girls dress as best you can. Get yourselves inside quickly and up to a hot shower and whatever you need to nurse and sort out Alice. I'll be back in half an hour or so."

Emma looked like she was about to say something, but caught herself.

I tugged my work skirt up my hips to get at least part of me covered.

We did rush, with Emma and me still supporting Alice, barely covered by my work jacket.

I was surprised that it was Amelie who opened the door for us, as Mike drove off back the way we had just arrived.

Amelie. Who was standing in just a tiny pair of pink knickers. Her pert small breasts, her tiny trim waist, her shapely legs -- all naked. And looking nice.

Emma smiled. And fairly quickly removed her own clothes.

I was left as the only one wearing anything substantial.

"Me too?" I asked. Already fairly sure of the answer.

"Our house. Our traditions. Not quite our rules, as master Mike is not here yet. But yeah."

"If someone can help with the corset then. Please." I turned my back so that Emma could untie and loosen the chords.

"So are you all slaves?" Alice asked in a timid sort of voice.

"Sort of yes and no, and maybe, sort of thing." Emma answered. "I am a full time submissive to Master Mike, who drove us here. Julie is a part time, sort of Submissive, pain slut to Master Dennis. But not a slave or servant or such. Amelie is... Amelie. Just here to help and join in."

"I don't understand." Alice said. She was shivering and she dropped my work jacket. In the full light of the house and close as we were and no longer running madly around, we all caught sight of her body.

"Warm shower." Emma stated, pointing the way upstairs.

I was surprised to see Emma's shower was more than twice the size of mine at home. Not as big and luxurious as the wet room of Dennis' up at The Hall, but easily room for more than one person.

"All in together." Emma said. "I doubt we have enough hot water for separate showers. We weren't expecting company."

Emma and I quickly stripped our shoes and other little bits, then helped Alice into the shower. We started with warmish water and then gradually raised the heat as Alice thawed out.

She had at last stopped shivering.

"First shower in nearly a year." She sighed. She smiled for the first time since we had met.

"You're kidding!" Emma said.

"No. I was sir's puppy. Every few days I would be hosed down in the garden, like a dog. It always made him laugh. I kinda got used to the cold."

"That's so cruel."

"Well yeah. I guess. Now I think about it. It became my normal." Alice shrugged. "I was his."

Emma hugged Alice. "That's not right. Not in any BDSM relationship I know of. How did you let him do that?"

"What was I to do? I was never free. I had few clothes. And Sir kept them, and only let me wear anything when we went some place. That was rare enough. Most of the time I spent in a cage, or that dog shaped thing. Or tied to his bed so he could fuck every hole I have. I've got no money. No ID, no place to go. No anything. I don't know... I don't know what I'm going to do." Alice shivered and burst out crying again.

Emma and I leaned in close to hug her. Warm soft female skin to skin.

I had been in a shower with Emma before. But this didn't feel sexual. We just needed to comfort Alice and each other.

"Don't say any more. We need a cup of tea, and some food. Then you can tell us anything you want, and ask us anything. And we can try to sort this out. Master Mike needs to hear this." Emma said.

When we got out of the shower and dried, Emma gently applied some lotion to Alice's cuts and bruises.

We went in search of a cup of tea and some food. Amelie was bustling in the kitchen, and even though it was Emma's house, she seemed to have found everything she needed.

I had to smile as Alice's face lit up and hummed with pleasure as Amelie handed her a cup of tea.

"What?" I asked.

"So rare. I haven't had a decent cuppa in weeks."

Emma and I hugged her again.

We were still enjoying ourselves and chattering, with Emma helping Amelie sort out food, when Mike arrived, along with Remy. Both back in their casual clothes.

"We are not going to ask you to say anything you don't want to. We don't know the way forward. But please believe us when we say that we want to help as best we can. We are all friends with Dennis. Your Master Dennis. He asked us to help and we all volunteered. Let us help you if we can." Mike sipped his tea. "But please you tell what you can and how you got to where you were."

"I don't know where to start." Alice said. Her hands cupping tightly onto the mug of fresh tea to warm her. She sounded like a lost child. Her voice croaking and barely above a whisper.

" 'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, `and go on till you come to the end: then stop. ' " Emma said in a plummy, pseudo-posh, voice..

"Em this is no time for flippancy. And quoting Alice in Wonderland seems particularly inappropriate." Mike chided.

He seems to do that a lot.

It still made the rest of use smirk, even as Emma blushed at her realisation.

"Sorry." She said, with downcast eyes. "I... I wasn't really thinking."

I like Emma.

Even with one of Emma's blankets wrapped around her, Alice was still shivering. Not really from the cold. Emma's house was quite warm. More from the thought of having to retell her tale.

"Maybe what happened when you left Dennis and how you met and got involved with that murdering, slimy bastard." Emma said, though gritted teeth.

"Language." Mike reprimanded Emma.

"Sorry Master." Emma dipped her head and eyes and sounded contrite.

But only for a moment.

"It was a few weeks after I had walked out on Dennis. Master Dennis." Alice emphasised the 'Master'

"I felt... lost. Empty." She sipped her hot tea. "See... I have known since I was young, very young, that I need pain. It makes me feel alive. I know that I can't live without out it." She said, staring into her mug.

"After a month or so, I was getting desperate. I had no job. I had no plan. I just knew that I needed someone to own me. Someone to give me the control and pain that I craved. Someone I could serve and live for. I had so wanted that to be Master Dennis. I missed him. He was so distracted that he hardly noticed me. I... I stole some money to pay to go to an open party in Birmingham. I had heard... I knew about it from friends. I had taken just enough to pay for the train and the entrance fee and a cup of tea at the venue."

She sighed and seemed to shrink visibly.

"We are not judging you." Mike said softly. "Please go on."

"Thanks." Alice sniffed back her tears. "I was desperate. I was hoping to find someone. A Master willing to take me on. I had always been able to find one easy enough. Ever since my first boyfriend/Master, after my Father threw me out of the house the day after my eighteenth birthday. The first two were Ok. They lasted a few years before we... Well I guess they got bored with me or couldn't keep up with me or something. But they were friendly about it and helped me to find the next one. Master Adam took me to a party where I was introduced to Master Jack. Master Jack was a nice guy. A bit... maybe half-hearted is the right way to say it. He was Ok. He was kind and looked after me but couldn't bring himself to be the kind of Master I needed. Anyway, he realised that he was not committed enough and somehow knew of Master Dennis, who was happy to take me on. He was my third. I lived with him for over a year. He could be soft and gentle or really severe, but very imaginative. Then he moved into that great big mansion place. We kind of rattled in there. When he was away, I felt very alone. It was kind of spooky. Weird. I left one day after he kept disappearing to France. I couldn't go with him. I needed more.

"The party in Birmingham was a bit odd anyway, now that I think about it. More of a fetish, gay and trans kind of thing, I think. Sir could see that I was alone and asked if I needed something. I told him I was looking for a Master or owner. He just looked straight at me and told me to kneel before him. I was used to that so I did. It is my natural position. It was sort of automatic." Alice, gave an easy sort of shrug. Almost one of hopelessness.

"Sir asked me a bit about myself. There was not much to tell. Then about half an hour later he collared me there and then. Not this collar." She fingered the ring of steel around her neck. "I had a leather collar for a while before he managed to get this thing welded on. I was a bit surprised, but hey... I needed something. Anyway... Sir was at the party mostly to try to sell stuff. I think he was just starting on his furniture business. You know... both straight normal furniture was well as the kinky stuff. By straight I mean like a lot of the stuff in that warehouse. Business was slow at the party, so he didn't stay long. He dragged me along with him. As soon as I was at his house I was stripped and that was the last I ever saw of those clothes and my handbag. Not that there was much in it." Alice's eyes were glazed and her face almost emotionless as she lost herself in the memory.

"I was tied to his bed and fucked. Roughly. There was no prelims. Nothing. When he was finished, I asked if I could go to the toilet. He untied me and dragged me there by the collar and lead. That was the first time I had to use the toilet with him standing watching me. It was pretty much usual after that. I went when he told me. I did what he told me. The first time I questioned him, I was gagged. I guess that was pretty much full time after that as well. I became..., I was..., he... As well as his puppy he often called me his cum-dump or fuck-bucket. That was pretty much what I became. I was his toy to use. I had no life but that. I was fed his leftovers. That was pretty bad. If I ever tried to fight him, I was whipped. Well like you see me now I guess. I tried to resist him again last week. It hurts. I don't do it much. After a while I think I seem to forget how much it hurts and get desperate for something. Like a warm drink or a bit of freedom. Then Sir would remind me that he owned me and beat me to remind me.

'You wanted an owner. Well I own your ass bitch.' he said on one occasion. I tried to be good and obey, but it was so hard." Alice burst out crying again. Her body shook with the memories.

"Gods that is awful." Emma muttered as she joined me in hugging Alice again.

Mike and Remy left the room, leaving Emma and I to have silent conversations with our eyes.

What could we say?

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