<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cheshire<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Hatter's Hovel, Exercise Room, the Boots.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Hatter, The Man with The Switch, the Itch Scratcher.<br/><br/>The red line that blazed across the cat's flesh from that first swish and flick was enough to send the creature gasping into shock, pleasure and pain both contorting across that bruised face so that her bottom lip trembled and her hand lingered in a state of indecision from where it'd retracted.  Afraid to touch more...afraid to pull too far away in fear that the gleam of metal might disappear.  Oh what a state of torment!<br/><br/>In the end she settled for balancing on both knees and a hand; the wounded, honey slick one drawing up to her lips so that she could lick both the welt, which made her shiver, and the taste of her juices from her skin.  It turned out to be a mistake.  Her arm all but gave out beneath her when he struck her again, so that her chin collided with the floor as well as her breasts in a rather painful position that left her ass in the air but it didn't stop the low whine that rolled up from the depths of her throat. <br/><br/>"Hatter, Hatter <em>please</em>, Hatter, oh please...."<br/><br/>What she was oh pleasing was anyone's guess, but his was remarkably good there with the tease of that antenna and even the lightest of touches left her to trembling as if she were possessed and it was easy to see the outline of those puffy little lips clinching tight against nothing and want through the all but now thoroughly wet and clearly transparent material of her panties.<br/><br/>She tried to lurch forward to escape him then, and couldn't for the boots, the unforgiving boots that pinched too tight and the floor was so cool that her breath fogged it where she panted.<br/><br/>Exercise?  Feed? "I could...," but she broke with that slash, her spine bowing sharply so that the wings of her shoulder blades seemed to come together above her spine, "Oh fuck..," and she was squirming again, as if she'd never stopped and one hand was inching itself dangerously lower beneath her body, creeping towards her thighs when..."I can't!"  She'd lost the biscuit.  She had. And he hit her again. He was right.  She'd lost the Mouse too.  There was never anyone as smart as the Hatter.  Hatter was...<br/><br/>"<em>HATTER</em>!" <br/><br/>And she'd screamed and it'd been loud in the cold room and ragged and echoed through the pipes while she writhed there on the floor, wallowing in the pain that he'd created, in the lines she could feel and didn't have to see.  He'd touched her.  He'd touched her and her breasts ached against the hard floor and she'd never even managed to reach her cunt because the pain had <em>bloomed</em> in a way that spread out like the strands of a spiderweb to wrap her up and pull her under.  No more green pills.  Only more green pills.<br/><br/>"You can't <em>do</em> that."<br/><br/>He couldn't.  It went against the rules, stealing away control of her body like that.  Honey slicked her thighs, it tickled against the crack of her ass, it glowed bright and shiny in the dim light as she managed to get her arms back beneath her and push up onto all fours.  "You can't just just..you can't.  I can't think proper when you do." If she ever thought proper at all. "I can't.  I won't!"  But every little rush, ever little orgasm only made those lips more flush, more inflamed for the blood that filled them and tighter for it.<br/><br/>"Pretty please?"   She just had to stand up, he said so.  He was..., "You could I suppose. If it wasn't dirty or broken. Or you could eat it.  I would eat it." But she was hungry and it was tricky standing in shoes that didn't move and didn't fit and she wobbled and stretched and whimpered when she had to wiggle her hips and the skin pulled taunt against her spine and made his marks sting all over again.  She's completely forgotten about the biscuit.<br/><br/>"Does this mean I'm a person, Hatter?" Because there were shoes.  "But you won't....lose me will you?  You promised.  You said you did and I heard you.  We could feed the mouse...," but the cat didn't have anything to feed her at all.  Nothing. What she had came from Hatter, when he thought to give it or forgot he had or Hare, because Daddy always took care of her. But she had nothing to feed the mouse.  <br/><br/>"I could catch her mice?" She suggested, even as she clutched at the cable with both hands, wrapping it snugly around both her wrists, which proved a bit tricky to manage while still gripping it, but she did manage, in the end, to make a mess of it. One it'd likely require help to get out of and then her awareness slipped beyond her self involved little bubble and her eyes set on him in curiosity, particularly the way he was tugging at his buttons.  Now why on earth would he...<br/><br/>Oh.<br/><br/>"Oh dear Hatter, I think something's wrong.  That doesn't look healthy at all.  You're going to explode," and she said it so tragically, believing every breath with all of her heart, as the cat believed everything...in the moment.  "I think you should have that fixed."</span>