To Skin a Cat

I was asked by Darkest_Child to write a story with the Cheshire Cat. I had many terribly sinful ideas before settling with this one. Please readers, bear with me, this is VERY MUCH a work in progress and will take some time. Warning: there will be more gore than in previous stories, and a character death. My sympathies if this does not please you.
I do not own ANY of the Alice in Wonderland characters. Damn.

Enjoy! First chapter is just setting up events.

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Chapter One: To Skin a Cat


The Hatter took Alice's hand in his and squeezed her gently. He called to the shelled drone outside of the room, and ordered that Alice be taken to his bedroom and securely bound to his bed.

Immediately Alice showed resistance, so the Hatter produced a small syringe from his pocket and roughly stabbed her with it, injecting the poor girl with an anonymous liquid.

Alice's eyes began to roll around, her head grew heavy and her body weary. Before passing out Alice swore to herself that if nothing else, she would never become victim to one of those damned sleeping injections again.

The Mock Turtle gathered her and set off to do the Hatter's bidding. She would sleep for quite some time- indeed she might still be out when the Hatter came to her later that night. But that's nothing a few volts of electricity couldn't easily fix. It was quite refreshing to have her here, and, with a kind of grim positivity only the Hatter could posses, he looked forward to nights of immense pain and pleasure ahead with his Alice. He would enjoying raping her, taking her against her will, and found her cries for help music to his ears. He wanted to hear her begging for him to cease.
But he also knew that once he was inside her she would never want him to stop. And this was perhaps the most pleasurable thing to him: that she enjoyed sleeping with the enemy.

But he shouldn't think too much on her now.

There was a problem to be taken care of: the newest rising threat to his dominion.

The Cheshire Cat.

That smiling prick had left a sour taste in the Hatter's mouth since Alice's first visit to Wonderland nearly a decade ago. From the moment of her departure the two had remained bitter enemies, for reasons unknown to the inhabitants of Wonderland, or even to the Hatter and Cheshire Cat themselves. But that, to the Hatter's foul delight, was the beauty of Wonderland: one did not need a reason for anything, even hate.

The Cheshire Cat had been spotted numerous times by the Hatter's spy's, hunting and even killing some of his drones like mice. It was time the pesky feline was taught a lesson. And now, with Alice as his personal slave, he had the best leverage in Wonderland...

The Hatter reclined back into his chair and undid one of his buttons in boredom. He pathetically wished his Alice back, so he might curl his fingers in her dark hair.
In the farest recesses of his mind the Hatter tinkered with the notion that perhaps all the fight in his dear captive would eventually drift away. Would she really be reduced to some shell, like any other drone in Wonderland, but, unlike any other drone in Wonderland, unaided by his machines or poisons?

By her own will she would succumb to slavery?

No, he waved the notion aside, this would never happen to his Alice.

And to make sure her mind was kept plagued, he planned to take her on his campaigns, to show her all his killings. If she saw fresh innocent blood spill, if she was constantly reminded of her purpose to save Wonderland, then she would always fight back.

And always lose.

But what would be a better introduction to her new life than to have her first 'jog of memory' be the execution of her dear Cheshire puss? In fact, grinned the Hatter, how perfect if the savior the Cheshire Cat had aided and loved through all their adventures were to become the main instrument in his ultimate demise?

Oh frabjous day, indeed.

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It was a short chapter, I apologize. More to come soon!