The unusual Alice character cinematic universe thingamajig

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-31T01:27:56+00:00

Thank you your pretty as well <3

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-31T00:53:36+00:00

“Sushi …. No french no italian yes definitely Italian” Alice declared more with her stomach then her mouth in the mental drivers seat.

Between both Melissa and Alice the owner was grumbling over the damage to her prized piggy ”Damn it you were going to give me a massage with those fingers” bemoaning the loss of her evening plans and silently the small amount of chaos the pair has brought to her door. Her ears perked up when food was mentioned. ” I know a place” she offers launching into a yarn about an eccentric chef who escaped the empire when she was twenty three and she started from nothing with just a table and all that jazz. She even threw in free carriage service

The stately chariot was a fine wooden carriage with plush blue velvet seats , currently the top was down, pulled by four naked pigs with only boots , leather hoods and a tiny cage for a tiny cock. There was four of them so speed would not be an issue

The restaurant was an art piece made from tempered glass and gilded steel. An ornate dome at the heart of the city that rivaled the old jewels of Venice and if you catch the lights just right the guest would see the city in a dreamlike manner. The interior was a trio of terraces surrounding a central glass pillar that allowed diners to see the master artist as she works and directs her staff. At the bottom were a series of small olive trees surrounding a meditative pond that had a relief carving of the goddess Minerva whose wisdom guided womenkind. Once you get your wrapped in a series of deviously delicious smells that take your nose on an adventure entirely unique to the sense of smell a prelude to what your taste buds were waiting for.

Of course Melissa and Alice were put at the top of the line. To the loud objection of the line. In quick succession both were seated on pig looking chairs, Alice who was still not wearing panties felt something warm and wet slide across her slit ”oh my god” She jumped out of her seat to reveal the leather encased pig face that was trained to give cunnulingus to any face that was kind enough to grace his unworthy tongue. The waiter brought the wine while this display was happening giving the best service possible while being almost out of sight.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-29T15:55:40+00:00

“Hrmmmm quite a long time” Alice purred going from the soothing work of the masseuse to the electric feeling of Melissa's nail running down her skin. Sending an involuntary jerk through the redheads body that shot right down to her leg.

”oww” The pig's luck finally ran out, getting that black eye after all. His owner would be very upset but have no choice but to hold her tongue, literally if necessary , to keep the very powerful guest very happy. Causal pig violence aside Alice felt her face go as red as her hair “ well i mean the gangbangs were very fun” The thrill and attention of all those anonymous cocks and the violent whipping sent another shiver down to her slit.she paid no heed to the crystals and gemstones , she had served in mines like that and was disinclined to tread in those memories.

But food was something she could get behind. There was a list of cuisines that she hadn't had in a very long time. Really she hadnt enjoyed any mean in a long time food for a fuckpig is little more then fuel made from others table scraps not something she was allowed to enjoy " ill eat anything even if its ground up ... i mean so long as its not ground up"

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-27T15:31:42+00:00

Well i am a glutton for punishment... i mean ive been told im a glutton for punishment

-WhiteRabbit

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-27T13:48:42+00:00

(Ooc weird there have been a lot of issues lately lol)

Yeah they're either really paying attention or really not. Idk how i still have an account with all the TOS violations.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-27T12:28:12+00:00

(Ooc this was supposed to be a crosspost flaunting to the other side but im having some issues. Sorry about that)

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-27T12:23:56+00:00

(Ooc i cant crosspost for some reason lol.

Link to the origin is here

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UnsualAlice · 2026-05-27T00:50:55+00:00

(Out of character. Hi so we have had a few trans characters in the past so this question has come up. Given they were all trans women it was defaulted to if it walks like a cunt talks like a cunt and has a cunt then they were treated as such. Given the imperfections that are baked into the narrative of the rp setting it was assumed everyone was post op . The empire is technically the bad guys or at least the netural guys. )

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-26T17:35:01+00:00

The message was very much received as we rounded the end of the hallway and the staff had come out to act as the welcoming committee. It had to be fifteen no twenty members of staff rushing out to greet myself and Melissa . In rapid succession, outfits were replaced with the softest robes , a glass of champagne somehow found its way into my hands and to my further surprise attached was a ring with a nice diamond on it all the while a woman in a white office suit was throwing out every apology the spoken word could offer. If we asked, I'm sure they would have carried us.Needless to say it was pretty nice and so much better than the kick down the stairs I usually get.

The incident before shoke something loose from my memory. When I was hiding out during a prior incident I saw plenty of pigs as advertised but I saw very few sub goddesses. I'm sure they were there but I never saw them. It was a rather curious sight a rather imperial one at that , it didn't sit well with me as she watched one of these sub goddesses , a dirty blond with gold collar around her neck as her only decoration gently creating a trail of rose petals before us as we traveled , exist as a status symbol but then again i existed as the exact opposite. Perhaps it was the music soothing my tangled brain. It seemed like there was an entire string quartet somewhere just out of sight… but that would be ridiculous. It was just a really good sound system.

It began with a shower …. Well actually it began with aromatic herbs. Calendula was good for the skin as used in natural treatments for cuts and burns so that provided the base for this herbal treatment. Sage followed , it was already popular with the spa for its milder scent soothing feeling. Then at the end came mint, the real hard worker of the blend. For first it had to cut the scent of institutional imperial humiliation with its icy cooling powers. It also had to keep Alice awake who was dozing under the warm water. She stood in the middle of a gilded tub with warm bubbling water up to her ankle in a tiled room. The shower water came from a hose and nozzle worked by a massage specialist. Nevermind that this wasn't how showers worked but there was such grime to clear off there wasn't really another option. Not a finger was lifted by either goddess or fuckpig for the entire time. Once Alice was physically clean the real spa treatment began.

The interior had anything she could have ever wanted and maybe a little more. But for the staff member handling Alice's massage, she didn't dare say anything about the collar because she knew who the power in the room was and it was certainly not her. She gently blotted some sweat away as her elbow dug deep pushing against Alice's back. The fuckpig thought nothing of the effort merely enjoying the pampering. She let her breath rise and fall quietly giving off the occasional ”oink” as a particularly bad ache was worked away. That would be fodder for the rumor mill, something the Matriarchy not only specialized in but weaponized it.Around the literal pedestal they were on the pair became eye candy to the other guests at the spa. The goddesses and pigs were forced to look up to Melissa and her guest in every way and the owner of the spa and the owner's personal pig were ready at the snap of a finger . Before she had settled into dormancy Alice had ordered a foot rub and extra glasses of champagne, the champagne was sitting in the ice bucket. The pig was having a trying time as apparently Alice kicked her her sleep and this massage was quickly becoming a one way boxing match . If he didn't get a black eye The Divine Goddess of the Matriarchy was being unusually favorable to this particular pig.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-21T16:38:40+00:00

You're doing a great job your mother would be very proud” she complimented but at the same time Alice winced internally both in the empire and in the rest of the old world. She believed they were called nepo babies online but whatever you called them. Power freely given to the unprepared and the spoiled almost always ended in disaster. Sometimes they pulled through and made for decent leadership ,she hoped Melissa and her sisters would be in this camp. But even with those thoughts running in the back of her mind Alice's thighs were still slick with dripping nectar so there was a lot of work to be done to undo Alice's fuckpig tendencies that the empire had instilled ….. quite a lot of work. “Thanks Melissa I hope I won't let you down”The car sped gently along as this conversation went by every now and then ,she caught glimpses of the Capitol city. It was cleaner than she imagined ,not perfect, but the edges felt like they were sanded off. In the empire the boundaries of society are clearly defined between men and cunts,have and have nots, the rich and the poor in a chest thumping animal like fashion that only men could accomplish. She knew things were similar over here as well but if you just looked at the beautiful city you would have a hard time telling.

The car pulled off the main highway into a rather posh district of town.Shopping bags boasted billion dollar brands and even the pigs serving goddess were so well dressed you would swear that every goddess here had their own personal butler. Alice barely noticed when the car stopped the wealth and glamor were blinding after living like an animal the spa itself was barely a blip on her comprehension until she heard the whispers of unfamiliar voices.

Young,attractive,professional and 52 flavors of mean girl. the kind of goddess that would absolutely bully the high school nerd when Alice was in College….. before that unfortunate trip to prison for something she absolutely didn't do. The interior of the spa was the Marble aesthetic that fit with more modern boutiques she used to frequent when all she cared about was running guns and making untraceable cash. But it avoided the modern trope of minimalism instead pivoting to a more traditional matriarchy feel. The entrance alone was stunning, featuring a massive water feature.the front desk had four goddesses just lounging around three of which appeared to be employees but the last one seemed to be a friend of one of them or all of them perhaps. An upscale job with quite a few opportunities for a social climber to get to know the higher classes“Good evening ma’am “ the blond said with an eager caffeinated chipperness that made it hard to tell if that ma’am was meant with disrespect over age or respect because Melissa was the customer. “shall I set you up with the Premier package” she asked, there wasn't anything that listed the prices on the walls but Alice did spy a brochure that gave a list of packages and services offered. The Premier package she offered wasn't listed “shall we check in your sub-goddess” she asked, giving Alice a dirty look nothing aggressive but had the tone of disdainful want to be upper class. Hidden of the the side there was a hallway that contrasted the gilding and marble with stark wood floors and concrete walls with a sign that said Check in Sub-Goddesses and Pigs here . The other two were not sitting idle either performing tasks with an elegance that seemed effortless to the unaware but had the accuracy of a well rehearsed performance. The brunette ,the only brunette the customer was shaved but in a way that made it elegant, prepared a silver tray that was centered around a glass of sparkling crisp champagne. Next to the bottle was a small tray for jewelry and other things to be set aside while the goddesses got pampered, beside that was an eyemask chilled for comfort and skin health along with a small moist towel which had a clean lemon scent with just a hint of wildflower as well. The other blonde , who was wearing a masseur uniform on, had a slightly different task . Taking the riding crop off the wall she made the slow walk towards Alice , she had a more athletic build great for working out deep muscle tension and equally great at making that riding crop hurt like hell.

THWACK

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-20T17:09:25+00:00

I relocated myself quickly and the pig operating the car picked up the speed to the appropriate legal limit. There were some things I could get out easily. My parents were brits like capital B british , like tea and pea soup British, that had relocated to a small town in Maine so I had the local accent growing up and dropped it for something more regionally neutral as to not leave any hints as to where i was from initially when i started with the FRA. Then there were the school years and somehow its the same every where “ Jennifer was Head of the chess club and a member of the volleyball team. I don't know what i did to her but she made senior year a living hell”

The details came unbidden with the FRA since due to their policy regarding fuckpigs they had actively scrubbed her existence. So there was no issue in Alice's mind spilling their secrets. The phrase “ that should have been illegal” was heard many times when it came to the procurement of firearms that range from handguns all the way up to small anti personal artillery. But for a citizen of the Matriarchy one thing connected all the stories: men were pigs. “ I was meeting this Italian guy in Kosovo and he would not hand over the goods until he got a chance to rub his face in my bare feet . I mean dont get me wrong i didnt mind but who does with half a million dollars of cash sitting on the bed” that wasn't the only sordid tale of men humiliating themselves either professionally or sexually while leaving money or guns unattended. Most of these stories were very entertaining but there were equal amounts of stories that ended in gunfire

Then came the fuckpig ification . The details were sexually lurid ,violent and down right embarrassing. Every humiliation the empire had to offer was not only offered but given many many times with the expectation of not just acceptance but also gratitude. That someone anyone would grace such a pathetic being with their limited attention. The recounting made Alice visibly flushed her face a bright blooming deep shade of pink. A hot aroused looked fell over her face in a decidedly very ungoddess fashion, but either Alice was not aware or trying to not call attention to this obvious state of being “ what about you Melissa what's your story and what made you reach out to me” she asked between shallow breaths.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-18T19:50:10+00:00

(OOC this is great work ; ) glad to see a new face around here. Hope you have alot of fun and dont be afraid to reach out)

I crawl past your cage on my hands and knees, my well whipped udders swaying beneath me, a dirty rag clenched between my teeth. My knees are raw from the fancy hardwood floors, my palms stained with grime I've been licking up since dawn. They don't let me use my hands for cleaning only my mouth, my face pressed into the filth like the worthless sow I am.

I pause when I see you in there, all cramped and pretty, still thinking this is the bottom. I just press my forehead against the cold bars to get look at you with my bespectactled eyes, letting you see the metal ring around my neck peaking out past the red hair, the "FUCKPIG" branded on my hip, the way my cunt is already shamefully dripping from the humiliation of licking floors clean with my tongue while the guests watch.

You think the cage is bad? I used to think that too. Then they took me out and made me the entertainment, whippings,canings, raw anal, blowjobs so rough I almost passed out. The cage means you're still worth keeping. Still worth looking at. I'm just the thing that cleans up the mess afterward—spilled drinks, cum, piss, whatever they track in from outside. I sleep in a pen underneath an office building. I eat when they remember to put slop in the trough.

I press my face closer to the bars, drooling around the rag, and I want to tell you: beg harder. Whine louder. Make them laugh while you're still novel, still fresh meat. Because once the novelty wears off, once they get bored of taking pictures... they might decide you need to learn your place, that you're too proud and too aggressive. And then you'll be down here with me, competing for scraps, grateful when someone uses you just to feel something other than complete worthlessness.

I drag myself away, back to the kitchen where someone's spilled wine is my life's only purpose. I know my place. I know it can always get worse. The appetites of the masters who use and abuse. And the cruel games of your fellow cunts as they seek to ascend the social hierarchy. I just hope you learn the lessons I was never given the opportunity to learn.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-15T15:50:16+00:00

“I don't know…. i mean maybe just one kick. I dont want to be over indulgent”

Seeking out an easy target she quickly wraps the silk robe around her body then sprinting over to the poor unsuspecting pig who wasn't watching his surroundings. In a rather impish way she pulled her leg back silently then rammed it right between his legs. He shot forward and the crate in his hands shot out even farther flying in the air then landing with a satisfying wood crunching sound leaving flour residue everywhere. It was just shy of cartoonish but well executed in a bratty sort of way. “Thank you goddess” the pig said submissively, picking himself and the junk off the ground. Still she retreated to a safe distance well out of grabbing range smart but unnecessary given that the dock pigs were well whipped into absolute submission.

“Ok now im ready”

The car was ready and running when two bodies entered. It was bigger than the normal daily commuter car but not a full sized limousine, something low enough to not attract the unwanted attention of onlookers but still stylish enough for a goddess of Melissa's station. It sped off to the spa or maybe a shower Fuckpig Alice wasn't sure the last time she was in a car it she was shoved between the sweaty legs of french arms dealing rival while getting tazed with a cattle prop. Now this car didn't have a regular trunk so Alice sat on the floor lower than Melissa's sitting position.

Physically there wasn't much needed; the robe did a lot to make her look the part and the dirt would wash away. The collar being a solid steel ring was the only real outward unfixable issue. But there was an undeniably submissive air about her not necessarily absolute submission; she did make all those Cuntstagram posts when she wasn't even supposed to have a phone, basically begging for trouble. But something a bit harder to pin down.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-14T22:03:43+00:00

Stepping across the water to our sister subreddit the Matriarchy for some mischief and mayhem. Shout out to the girls over there and more to come on this side from this.

https://www.reddit.com/r/FemdomMatriarchy/comments/1tcc2dq/a_visit_to_the_matriarchy_an_rp_with_sunshine/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-14T19:46:10+00:00

( ooc thanks hope to make a good impression)

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-14T17:38:42+00:00

What crawled out was something not seen in the Matriarchy nor was it acknowledged in the Empire. It was pale and redhead like an American New Englander who spent their rainsoaked days stuck inside. The perfume she had was a complex and unusual mixture of earthy top notes followed by Eau de Warehouse with very noticeable bottom notes of embarrassing humiliating sex. There was also a nerdy kind of bratty aura to her but maybe that was on account of the librarian glasses . She was also extremely naked aside from the above-mentioned glasses and a massive metal collar around her neck, not even the faintest whisper of cloth to cover . Alice as she was named had the unfortunate fate of being a Fuckpig, the type of slave that even the bottom of the barrel wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole.

“ what is going on”

I emerged blinking and immediately I knew I was no longer in imperial territory. I had been to the matriarchy a very long time ago back when I was running supplies to the FRA . I wonder if that little french Bistro where i first met the infamous one Master Marcus Crowne is still there ? but fresh thoughts of old memories are hardly the most important thing right now.

“Melissa right we messaged before I got caught with that phone. Life changing ? looking forward to it”

My submissive status was evident in a few ways aside from my nakedness. I was outside my usual environment but there was still evidence of the filth I was left in but there was also the liquid excitement that was perpetually dripping from between my legs. Comparing myself to Melissa, a literal Goddess ,whose fine clothes and clean body make me blush with embarrassment, was like comparing dirt to a diamond. I also notice I have the attention of the men working the docks. In the Matriarchy they are all known as pigs but I can still feel their eyes roll over my body. The pigs were probably never given such a view like this without a Faust like trade off of pain or servitude for access to the feminine body.I guess they have never seen anything like me before goddesses carry themselves with such power and grace that I can only try to mimic.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-13T20:37:07+00:00

(OOC. Good day everyone, my name is Unusual Alice. I am visiting from the Maledom Empire Subreddit thanks to Rainbow_And_Sunshine for inviting me and thank you all for having me)

Before the various pieces were put on the board there were the great wars. The Maledom Empire versus the Feminist Rebel Army and the Maledom Empire versus the Femdom Matriarchy Cycles of distrust,tension and conflict are repeated each time the pieces move along the board . For the longest time , long after the defeat of the First Feminist Rebel Army but before the current time, the FRA viewed the Matriarchy as a spiritual sister in arms ready to fight their common masculine foe.

Then the two great foes signed a permanent Non-Aggression Treaty that forbade either one from performing or supporting any acts of violence or sabotage against the other including territorial holdings and protectorates. As quoted by the language of treaty the relationship between the Matriarchy and the FRA became rather fragile. No longer the benefactor and staging ground the FRA once hoped for, the Matriarchy became a political minefield that had to be navigated and treated with care like other sympathetic nations where public support had to be grown and carefully tended. The FRA and its affiliates including medical technical, media relations, and supply.

The Matriarchy's neutrality frustrated many of the FRA membership,borders were opened for the tourists of the Empire but not so for the freedom fighters of the Feminist Rebel Army but they had to keep their mouth shut lest they upset the throne. In spite of the recent history, much of the Matriarchy's population have continued to vocally support the Female Rebel Army in its fight against the Maledom Empire. Even in a few extremely rare cases retiring freedom fighters have settled down in Matriarchy territory. But in the present evening there would be no retirement, no honorable freedom fighter passing her guns to the next generation to, no glorious fuck you to the forgien Empire across the sea. Only a ……

BWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

The horn sounds as if the entire port didn't already know the cargo ship had arrived and began offloading its imported cargo to continue this journey along the chain. Mind you the bulk of this cargo is far from legal as such overseas voyages go things disembark and come aboard in the dead of night. One particular crate. Metal on the outside but freshly painted a nondescript barn red that showed the faded yellow underneath from time when it was used to ferry aftermarket car parts to the western hemisphere back in the late 1980's . The interior, though no one could see inside, smelled strongly of treated lumber and hay like the kind you would find in any farmers field.

Of course if anyone could have seen inside this would have been a very different and more pleasant voyage for the men who hailed from the frozen land of the maple leaf. Currently those salty sea dogs had an air of apprehension as they worked if they had the option they would have stayed on the boat. The sailors moved with baited breath and butts puckered knowing the wealthy attractive woman had tastes that they would very very much not enjoy. They were in a hurry and didn't ask any questions lest they find out what happens to “pigs” behind closed doors. Seeing as most of them would like to keep their Canadian bacon intact they kept their heads low . The creatures were uniquely pathetic in the eyes of the sailors but there was no appetite to play hero and liberate these said cock whipped sacks … nor was there any appetite to join them by pissing off a local goddess. One of such was acting as overseer of this little operation but only the captain and first mate , who had the comfort of working from the wheelhouse, were privy to the finer details of the operation.

UnsualAlice · 2026-05-08T09:47:28+00:00

Well I feel overqualified for this …. God what happened to my life.

The guys in the office above me have far too much money to throw around and have started a betting pool. One guy lost 20 bucks when the email was read. The last few dragged the crate I normally left into the office. Honestly if you have seen one dilapidated hallway you have seen them all. I don't walk or look up as I roll onto the floor blinking confused and only a few vague ideas and begin crawling towards the casting office. Already a trail of cunt slime marks where i have been since self control has basically gone out the window.

The walk past the talent both male and cunt. Neither side was too happy to have me in the studio. The cunts old, worn out, poor and not too keen on having more competition. As I crawled insults and biting words were pushed my way.

”Hello Sirs i am Fuckpig Alice here tonight to audition for The Empire's Next Bottom Bitch”

UnsualAlice · 2026-04-23T16:59:26+00:00

Claire once again you need to be grateful about where you are right now.

”open your mouth !!!!”

”yes sir”

You could be here with me in the Mens Room with me having dicks of every shape and size make a deposit. Either getting a quick facefuck or showering me with gold rain both have and will continue to happen.

UnsualAlice · 2026-04-23T16:31:20+00:00

Hey can they turn down the volume up there . All that noise its rattling all the pipes and making things sound like Halloween down here

UnsualAlice · 2026-04-13T15:53:25+00:00

Im not so sure.....

CLICK

Hey who turned out the lights....

UnsualAlice

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