Champion No Longer

Chapter One

Summary: Iracebeth manages to capture Alice in the middle of night. She wants to know exactly why Mirana is fascinated with her. Except, unlike her sister, the Red Queen doesn't have any boundaries and wants nothing more than the break the champion's spirit.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland or any of its plots and characters. This is simply for entertainment purposes. All rights belong to Disney, Lewis Carol and Tim Burton

NOTICE: This story deals with rape and abuse in graphic detail. If you are uncomfortable with it, don't read any further for it immediately starts. This story is much darker than others I've written with a sole intent on seeing how far my writing can go. I do not condone anything that is written in these chapters. I am simply curious of how it is to write without any constrictions.

"Well, look at you." Iracebeth hums, standing over the rack, staring at the woman tied down to it. She doesn't know how, but she's done it. She managed to get Alice Charles Kingsleigh right where she wants her. "I was wondering when you'd wake. Stayne must have hit you harder than he thought."

Alice is chained by her ankles and wrists, her armour on, a blindfold over her eyes, a cloth keeping her quiet. The only way the queen knew she was up was by the panicked breathing and the chains rustling. The Red Queen hums more, running her fingers over the breastplate, tracing the A emblem. She moves closing, leaning into her ear. "I have such a thing for women in armour… But what do you look like beneath it?" She bites down on her earlobe, ripping off the armour fully, setting it down carefully as to not damage it for she knows she wants Alice to wear it in the future. She stares at the white shirt and beige pants, the woman shackled breathing heavily. She runs her hand down her chest and stomach, biting her lip as she feels her muscles through her clothing. "Now what has my darling baby sister been hiding from me?" She tears off the clothing without a second's hesitation, her eyes moving hungerly down her body, not even allowing her modesty with her bra and panties gone, too. She takes in her breasts, then stomach, moving her hands to it, tracing her muscles, feeling, groping anything she could reach, not caring how hard or rough she's being. She bites down on her stomach, moaning at the woman writhing beneath her, applying more force to where she's drawing blood, arousal forming at the whimpers elicited from the champion.

Iracebeth heads lower, her eyes locking on Alice's most private of areas that is to be saved for her lover only. The queen runs her thumb over her pubic area, rather surprised at the fact that she's entirely shaved but she takes the moment to just feel, as if teasing the girl strapped down, not touching anything sensitive quite yet. Finally, she gets impatient, making her way to her rose, looking at everything eagerly, seeing what she has to offer. She notices the slightest arousal from the blonde, breathing it in before taking her in her mouth. Immediately, a moan escapes the redhead due to the younger one's taste, smirking as the woman shakes beneath her ministrations. She touches, tugs, biting and pulling before inserting her tongue, feeling her walls as her thumb rubs her clit, smiling at the cries that Alice is incapable of holding back. Iracebeth bites down on her clit, a sick wave of pleasure rushing through her own body. Alice cums despite herself; the Queen of Hearts knows but she doesn't stop, her fire only fueled more. She bites down on her bud again, hard enough to taste blood, the painfilled protest causing her to laugh at what is occurring. She pulls away, taking in the struggling woman before grabbing the rack's lever, stretching her body painfully. She reaches for a barbed whip ready on a table next to the torture device. But she doesn't bring it down. Instead, she trails it along her chest and stomach to give Alice a hint of what is to occur. Finally, she brings it down with as much force as she can. The blood immediately rolls down her stomach, pooling in her navel, some landing on the wooden rack. She leans in, dipping her tongue into the crimson liquid, moaning at her taste.

"You taste far better than I could ever imagine," she whispers. She leans over and lifts the blindfold, smiling at the eyes that narrow upon locking with her gaze. "You are so hot… I understand why Mirana is so protective of you." She grins more and pulls down the cloth around her mouth before kissing her deeply. She laughs as Alice attempts to bite down on her tongue to do any form of damage. She is quick to shift, taking her tongue and sucking on it simply to taunt her.

Now deciding to focus on her needs that have been growing through it all, Iracebeth shifts and begins to discard her own clothing, revealing herself to the woman. She gets on top of her, Alice shuddering out of fear and disgust as she feels the arousal that glides over her stomach. "I'm quite curious if you are muscular enough to be used as a sex toy."

She doesn't hesitate, moving her hips up and down her stomach, the blood and arousal fluid creating a slick surface. She grabs onto Alice's shoulders, her clit rubbing against the muscles and she's surprised that it works well for pleasure. It doesn't take long before she cums due to her own sexual needs that have been accumulating for week son end. She thrusts even faster to intensify the high, allowing her moans to fill the room. Upon finishing, she runs her tongue up her stomach, licking off her cum and the blood that still leaks from the whip mark. She bites down on her navel, sucking the blood that escapes before sighing with elation. "You're a keeper." She smirks down at her. "And you're not leaving anytime soon."

Iracebeth grabs the lever again, Alice tensing as she watches her. "Are you scared?" she coos, almost mocking her. She pulls the lever slowly, watching everything become that much more defined. She stares at Alice intently, the grimace of pain giving her such sick pleasure. "Don't hold your screams for not a soul can hear you." She pulls on the lever harder and Alice is incapable of holding back her cry of pain, sending a rush of arousal through the redhead despite the fact she has already been satisfied. "That turns me on in ways that you'll never be able to comprehend."

"F-fuck you," Alice spits out. Iracebeth tugs on the lever again before realizing just how much she actually stretched her.

"That won't go unpunished," she informs her. "Anything out of defiance will be punished and the more you fight, the worse your punishments get." She gets on top of her again, running her hand up and down her throat before wrapping it around her neck, beginning to choke her. She grabs the whip with her free hand, striking her chest and stomach whenever she struggles, choking her more when she screams. She stops only when her body slackens beneath her, indicating she passed out. She hums out of satisfaction and licks up her body one last time, kissing her lips before she gets off, admiring her handiwork. She traces the blood before unshackling her, not wanting to reset the rack only to find out she turned it the wrong way. She wants Alice harmed, yes, but not mutilated in that sense.

She stares at the woman, at the damage that she managed to create, quite pleased with herself. "Did you have fun?" Iracebeth turns when she hears Stayne approach and she nods.

"I did. She tried to put up a fight at the beginning but after I taught her a lesson." She traces her muscles on her stomach, finding it surprisingly attractive. "I never suspected that I'd like muscles on a woman so much."

Stayne walks over, staring at the unconscious girl. He immediately goes to the lower regions, feeling around. "Might I have a turn?"

"No," she responds, earning a confused look from Stayne. "Not when she doesn't know what's happening. There's no fun in that, although I don't trust you not to kill her."

"It was that one time," he answers, grumbling as he inspects the woman. His eyes close and he smirks. "… Mmm, I can see why you wanted her here. I did do all the work to get her. Certainly there should be a reward for that."

The queen stands there, pondering his words. "One time. But I must be there, just in case you don't like her struggling and decide to take matters into your own hands. I want her in the dungeons and get a nurse to heal the cuts I've given her but under no circumstances shall you have your way with her."

"Ruin all the fun," he mumbles as he picks the woman up, carrying her away.

Iracebeth looks down at the armour and picks it up, staring at it. It had been specially designed for Alice, perfectly fitted and it seems that Mirana didn't care about money for the armour is heavy, made out of the better metals available to those in Underland. She wipes away the blood that landed on the armour, deciding that she needs a display area for it. She's keen on seeing Alice in it again and she wonders if Mirana enjoys the blonde in it, too.

Iracebeth heads to the infirmary, watching as the nurse cleans and takes care of the whip marks before applying a cream that instantly heals them but leave the scars, as if they're weeks old. "You are not to speak a word about this to a single soul, understood?" the queen addresses her.

The nurse nods, knowing better than to go against Iracebeth. She recognizes the champion, who is destined to slay the Jabberwocky, whom she met when she was but a child. She didn't even realize that she had returned to Underland but Iracebeth did and seems to want to ensure that she's incapable of leaving and filling the prophecy. "Yes, your highness," she mumbles, realizing that Iracebeth wants a verbal confirmation.

She waits for the Red Queen to leave, surprised when she never does. She finishes and looks up at her. "Shall I fetch her some clothing?"

"No. But what you will do is get a guard to bring her down to the dungeons. All tell the chef to prepare a simple meal of soup and bread and bring it to her once you're done. I will be here until the guard gets her." The woman nods and bows before leaving.

Iracebeth turns to the unconscious woman, pulling down the sheet, taking the woman in again. She opens the curtains, letting the light in before sitting on the bed, running her hand up and down her body for it has quickly became one of her favourite things to do. She's satisfied with the scars on her body and the red finger marks on her neck that are quickly turning dark. She leans down, pressing a bite to her neck, humming softly as she sucks on the skin.

Alice wakes suddenly, grabbing Iracebeth's neck, behind it back as she stands up, anger in her eyes. "Don't you fucking go near me," she growls before throwing her on the ground. She looks around, spotting a knife. As she goes to grab it, two cards come inside, each of them grabbing an arm and yanking her back. Iracebeth walks over, shoving her on her knees, taking her chin in her hand.

"You act so bold yet I dictate your life. Do you understand? I won't hesitate to torture you to death."

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Mirana paces back and forth in her thorn room, her stomach in knots, her hands cold with fear and, if even possible, she's paler than normal. She had sent out soldiers and guards left and right that morning. It wasn't abnormal for Alice to wake before the queen but when she didn't find her int eh gardens where she knew that was where she always went, she knew something was wrong. Tarrant and the others typically stay in the palace now, simply because there was no need to go back home. They all considered Marmoreal home now and each two groups of soldiers have returned with no success. "It doesn't make sense," Mirana kept muttering to herself. "She wouldn't just leave without telling anyone."

"She couldn't have gone far. She was still up last night talking," Tarrant speaks. "It was around midnight when she went to bed, right?"

"But where would she go?" McTwisp wonders.

"Or who would take her?" Mally now asks. The group of friends turn to the dormouse. The Red Queen has been quiet since she saw Alice in the last meeting. She was staring at her the entire time. You know she likes women in armour."

Mirana's stomach drops. "… no. No. She just went out and got lost. If Iracebeth gets her hands on her, there's no telling what she'll do and once she gets bored… She'll kill her…" Her throat grows dry and she becomes faint. Hatter notices and wraps an arm around her, leading her to a chair to sit down on. "… get the ingredients for the smoke."

She's terrified about what she might see but she also refuses to be kept in the dark. "You need to know where she is, though," McTwisp says.

"As much as it sickens me to think about, I think I know where she is… I… Truly hope that I'm wrong but it doesn't hurt to try…" Mirana fiddles with a ring on her finger; it's a promise ring that Alice gave her, promising that she'd always return to Underland if she had to go to the Abovelands. Mirana is waiting for her own ring to be made: an engagement ring. It's almost done and she already had plans on how she was going to ask her. It was only supposed to take one more week, perhaps sooner. She was so excited, too. She was told when she was a child that feeling when someone purposes to her, specifically a man. She swore that she would be an amazing wife and queen, that she and him would rule hand in hand. But it's different and she has a feeling that Alice wants nothing to do with ruling a kingdom. Why would she? Who would want that stress?

Mirana is pulled out of her thoughts when she smell of smoke fills the air. She walks over to the smoke cloud as it becomes opaque, her friends gathering around and eventually, they can make out a scene.

Alice is on the dungeon floor, barely awake but they can see her eyes half open. The simple fact that she's on the ground, naked and shackled like a dog, causes anger to roll through Mirana's veins. Such a pure anger. So unfamiliar, so raw. She wants nothing more than to get her back home where she's safe.

Tarrant tenses when Stayne comes into view. His fists clench at his sides and he feels sick as Stayne shoves Alice onto her back, straddling her. "Well, well, well. Look at you… No where to go, no where to hide, can't even shove me away or scream for help. You know, we've been watching you for a while and we've both wanted to bed you for so, so long. I wish she allowed me in the room when she was having fun but it doesn't matter now."

He stares down at her, smirking when she glares at him. She watches as he gets off, only to take off his pants. "Don't you fucking dare!" she warns despite her tiredness, gasping as he grabs her waist, not even thinking as he enters her. She tests the weight of the shackles before slamming the large metal cuffs against his temple, kicking him off of her, watching as he collapses on the ground beside her, passed out.

"I'm going to kill him if I ever get my hands on him," Tarrant growls, his eyes darkening more. "I'll fucking maul him. He'll never see the light of day again."

None of the group have ever seen Tarrant so pissed off, yet none of them blamed him. McTwisp is looking away at this point, holding his ears down so he can't hear anything. Mally can't seem to rip her gaze away from what is occurring. Rape is practically unheard of in Underland, simply because it's punishable by death. Yet it seems that Iracebeth is testing Mirana's vow. "Kill both of them," Mirana rasps out, tears in her eyes. "No… If I cannot harm them, then Tarrant, do it on my behalf. Please."

Hatter nods, finding it difficult to swallow. He leaves the room, unable to watch his good friend being torture. "Hatter, wait!" Mally calls out, running after him. "We have to find them! We can't juts leave her there!"

"I'm going to Witzend and gathering as many people as I can. I'll be damned if I allow them to get away with this." His voice cracks. "We need as many people as possible. Bloody Big Head won't be letting any part of her castle vulnerable. Especially not with Alice inside. If I ever end up in the same room as her. My queen has a vow…" He pauses. "I don't." Hatter leaves with that and Mally is left alone in the middle of the hallway, feeling lost. She never would have expected for this to happen.

Alice isn't supposed to be captured. She's just supposed to complete the prophecy and now, be someone that the queen loves. She's known the queen for years and she's never seen her as happy as she is now. But this isn't right. Underland has never been a place for crime, especially not those of rape. Never rape. That thought would have all of Underland demanding death to the rapist.

Mally stays there in silence, not knowing how long she was there for. Mirana is the first one to approach her, offering her hand. The mouse climbs onto her hand, her ears down and she feels a foreign sadness that she hasn't felt in her life. "She'll kill her… Once she proves no use to her." Her voice is soft and her heart seems to break. "She'll kill her," she repeats weakly.

Mirana gives a simply nod, not wanting to think of it, but she knows that Mally speaks the truth. This has happened once before and the outcome was awful.

It had only been a couple of months since the death of their parents and Mirana was starting to fall for someone, yet there was no hope for a relationship for Iracebeth found out and got her hands on her. She could only imagine the horrors of what occurred but she remembers managing to get to her one time. The image is stilled burned into her head and she still has night terrors about it.

She was half dead and was incapable of speaking. She had been left for death. Her body was scarred with wounds open and bleeding, her lower regions practically gone and she didn't know what was going on, completely delirious. She didn't recognize Mirana, couldn't hear her, couldn't move without being in some form of agony. The next thing Mirana knew, she was dead and she had been taken away before Mirana could see her again.

But there's a difference between her and Alice. She never intitiated any form of a relationship but she has been with Alice for half a year now. Those months have been some of the best she's ever had and the thought of losing that, of losing Alice, breaks her heart more than she could ever imagine.

"Mirana?" Mally inquires, snapping the White Queen out of her stupor.

"Sorry," she whispers in return. "I was just thinking… About… Flora…"

Mally hasn't been around long enough to have personally met Flora but Tarrant had filled her in with the details… Not all of them after seeing how upset the dormouse had become but enough for her to get the basic idea.

"… you believe she will do the same to Alice? She seems to like women in armour. Maybe she'll keep her longer because she seems to take a liking to her. That gives us more time. Did she not capture Flora out of jealousy? There was no lust there… That should account for something." She's trying to reassure herself, yet it's entirely in vain. All she has is a sick feeling in her gut and she knows that everyone else has it, too. "Please… Just tell me that she'll be alright."

Mirana sucks in a deep breath, blinking away tears. "… I wish I could… But I can't… And I fucking hate that I can't…" She becomes quiet, her heart breaking even more. "… I need to figure something out but I'm not losing her… Not another one. Not Alice."