Alice the Goth Shrunk in an Amusement Park chapter 9 by Louka31

"Alice! HEY ALICE!" you can hear your captor yell from outside your darkened leather cell. You fidget nervously, hadn't she mentioned something earlier about this Alice not having much love for men? You press your ear to the side of the purse and listen to the sounds of conversation that start-up outside.

"Ooh Alice have I got something to show you."

"What's that Lora, find a new girlfriend for your collection?"

"Ha even better, a boytoy."

"What the hell are you talking about, since when did you like men?"

"Oh I think even you're going to like this one. Come on over here follow me, I'll show you."

You swallow loudly your fear building as the purse comes unzipped and a now familiar hand reaches in grasping around your body with room to spare in its grasp and swiftly pulls you into the light leaving you blinking as your eyes adjust. Changing her grip Lora lets you sit in the palm of her hand and first you notice she has brought you behind some of the carnival games set-up in the park away from the public walk. The next thing you notice is a very tall, very muscular black haired beauty standing before you. Her hair hangs down long past her shoulders and she's obviously part of the goth persuasion at least so far as attire goes. Pale skin, fishnet stockings up her arms, a spiked dog collar, a lowcut black tanktop with a short leather black jacket over it, with a silver cross necklace hanging down into her cleavage. You can't see much below her stomach being where you're held at so high and close but you can imagine the rest is equally dark and somewhat scary looking. Her green eyes gaze down at you taking in your appearance, the dark eyeliner drawing your eyes to hers, and then her lips of course also colored in darkest black turn up into a wicked sneer that fills you with dread even as Lora retells your story.

"That's a good find there Lora. Our own little boytoy, you know I never did have much use for men since my third grade teacher," a look of rage crossing her face at the mention of him causing you to cower back as far into Lora's palm away from her as you can as she continues,"but you fella I can make an exception for. I think we can come up with a lot of fun things for you."

Giving her a closer look you shudder at the sheer number of spikes in her clothing and piercings that you now begin to notice, in her eyebrows, ears, nose, lip, and even tongue, and you can imagine many other places as well. Suddenly your objectives have shifted, from getting back to normal, to staying alive.