SLEEPOVER

BY ABC-T & CORNER GHOST

[ part 4 ]

“Master . . .” Pauline suddenly said as I awoke her from her sleeping. Amazing, but the girl had fallen asleep standing up; on checking so had Billy-Jo. They had both fallen asleep, still standing for the flogging machine.

Surveying the room more completely I saw that Chelsea and Marcia were still chained to the wall with the dildos humping in and out of their pussies. But the third spot, where I had left Clara chained, was now empty. There was only a puddle of blood left on the floor and a dildo sitting in it, still moving, humping into the air.

“You know Paul this slave's ass is bleeding and how could you be so careless about a virgin child.” Pauline’s voice from behind me startled me as I thought 'where could Clara have gone, and how'.

Turning around I recognised Pauline’s stance as that of her psychologist personality, Elizabeth.

“I seriously think you need to go to Ropeville for an evaluation, I told you this when you were working with Alice, when you grew too sensitive over hitting Billy-Jo. By the looks of things you know something is wrong with you and are trying to cover it up by being too harsh, I mean really Paul have you looked at this slave’s body recently? You would notice she has bruising from the whipping you sentenced her and now this.” Elizabeth badgered me about being too harsh, and yet here I was descending the stairs after the original two hours was up, only to start a new punishment for them.

“Paul these girls are exhausted, they haven’t had any sleep tonight and here you are waking them up after they fell asleep standing up.” Elizabeth continued.

“Not now Elizabeth, because these slaves fell asleep they failed to notice Erin and Clara have escaped.” Hearing those words Elizabeth relinquished control to Pauline, who blinked and then was back.

“Master.” Pauline said before surveying the room herself. “I’m sorry we fell asleep.”

“They’ve escaped.” I told her. They couldn’t have gotten far though because I had left all the security on. If they even touched a door leading to the outside or a window an alarm would have sounded. They were still somewhere in the house.

Pauline woke Billy-Jo and we all headed upstairs to look for the two escapees.

Coming up from the basement I heard tiny voices, almost whispers, coming from the bathroom. I headed in that direction, with Billy-Jo and Pauline following close behind me, both of them yawning because of being so tired.

The bathroom door was open a crack and upon peering inside I did in fact see Erin and Clara. Erin was sitting by Clara who was sitting on the toilet with her legs spread.

Upon listening closer I heard Erin talking. “Look what Mr. Purple did to you, Daddy was suppose to be the one to do that, and now Mr. Purple popped your, your.” She faulted in what she was saying. “What did daddy call it, your strawberry?” Erin asked her sister.

I took this opportunity to enter the bathroom, with Pauline and Billy-Jo still behind me. “You mean Cherry.” I said making both of the girls jump.

"Just how did you escape?" I asked both of them, Erin proudly stood up and pushed her flat chest out and held her head high, as if she did something to be proud of.

Instead of letting her bask in any glory she may have been feeling, I grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her from the room. “Pauline Billy-Jo, Please tend to Cla . . . BILLY-JO WAKE UP.” I shouted to the girl standing before me, sleeping standing up. After she abruptly opened her eyes and apologized I continued. “Please tend to Clara make sure she is okay.” I said and continued down the hall with Erin solemnly walking behind me.

I took her into my study and started up the computer I ignored the pop ups explaining that I had new email to read and instead went the microphone software. I started it up because I wanted to record and document how Erin escaped after being bound. I was sure Ropeville would be interested in hearing about this; it wasn’t everyday that you found someone who could escape from pretty strict bondage.

“Well you didn’t make the wrist straps tight enough, I was able to slide my hands out.” She said, but I thought I had made them snug enough. Maybe I was slipping as a Master. This brought back the thought of what Elizabeth (Pauline) was saying. Maybe I did need a rest, a really long one.

Realizing I was spacing off I focused my attention again to Erin who was nodding off. I walked to her and she straightened up scared of what I was going to do. “Erin I think its time all of you girls went to bed, follow me.”

I walked back toward the bathroom with Erin in tow, I saw that Pauline and Billy-Jo had done what I asked and were now standing in the kitchen waiting for me; in between them stood Clara who was now wearing underwear.

“Master she is wearing a sanitary pad and the underwear because she is still bleeding a little.” I nodded my understanding and ordered them, “Slaves follow me.”

I led them back down into the basement where I showed them into their respective little cells. I hadn’t much used the other three I mainly used the first. I put Pauline and Billy-Jo into the main one then led Erin and Clara to another.

After being sure to handcuff Erin's wrists to her cot. I went back to see Billy-Jo and Pauline, they were already fast asleep on the cot, with Billy-Jo spooned into Pauline. I let them be and went to the two girls still handing on the wall. The program had long since ended and they were fast asleep and probably in pain from being chained to the wall for so long.

I carefully took them down one by one then went and placed them on cots in the last two remaining cells, Chelsea stirred a bit while I placed her onto her bed.

Then I tended to Marcia and placed her in the last remaining cell; after pulling the covers up over her I went and checked on all the other girls. All the girls in the basement seemed to be sleeping peacefully. I went up the stairs and this time made sure to close and lock the basement door, just in case Erin managed to escape again.

I went back up the stairs toward my own room, but briefly looked into the girl’s room. Marlene who was sleeping in the girl's room was still sleeping in the same position I last saw her in. I turned and went back to my own bed, but as I laid myself down to sleep I couldn’t help but feel somewhat lonely, I didn’t have Pauline or Billy-Jo in the room with me. This was one of the first times in many years that I had to leave them locked in the basement, when I didn’t actually have a commission, which sometimes required it.

I awoke with a start to see Sharon looking down at me. 'But how did she get in? She couldn't have, I should have known she was coming. What about my security system?' I thought. But I couldn't think of an answer, all I could do was stare up at her, hoping for an answer.

“Don’t worry Paul the Helicopter dropped me off, as for your sensors not detecting me, remember we have the power to turn that feature off, Ropeville did install your security system.” Sharon answered to my bewildered look.

“Now before we go and see how the girls are doing, I’m famished. Let’s get something to eat.” I realized that I too was hungry and the girls would probably soon be getting hungry as well. My initial thought was to have a couple of them come upstairs to make breakfast for us and add that as part of their punishment.

Thinking about punishing them by having them make breakfast brought forth some interesting memories. Like the time I forced Pauline to cook bacon while not wearing an apron to protect her nude chest from the splattering grease.

Yes what a delicious punishment to inflict upon one of the girls of my choosing. That twin that kept talking back, seemed like she needed such a punishment, I kept thinking this as I proceeded to the basement door, keys in hand.

“Paul what are you doing, I said lets worry about the girls later.” Sharon said coming up from behind me, and startled me out of my deranged thinking. Had I really just been thinking such vile thoughts? For a second I wasn’t quite sure where I was but then it all came back to me. I quickly pocketed the keys to the basement and made my way toward the refrigerator, hoping Sharon didn’t catch my lapse.

Sharon went to the cabinets and took out two pans for breakfast. I brought eggs and bacon over and watched as Sharon started frying some eggs for both of us. I had the bacon sitting in the package and the frying pan in front of me ready to cook, But I wanted Erin to cook it.

Again I reached for the keys in my pocket and headed toward the basement door. I had the door unlocked and was halfway down the steps before Sharon came chasing after me.

“Paul . . .”

“PAUL !!!. . .”

Sharon called my name but I only ignored her. I reached the cell that I had placed Erin and Clara in, I could already envision the painful splatters of grease upon her flat chest. The idea was delicious I smiled inwardly to myself as I unlocked the cuffs holding her and reached to pick her up.

The child screamed as I lifted her out of bed and then started roughly dragging her toward the stairs. This time as I made my way back toward the steps Sharon intercepted me and grabbed the screaming child.

“Paul what in the world do you think your doing?” Sharon questioned as I pulled harder at Erin’s arm, trying to get her away from Sharon.

I didn’t see what difference it made to her! “Why should I make bacon when I can have her make it in the nude!” I hissed, and pulled much harder at Erin’s arm. Probably too hard because instead of just pulling her out of Sharon arms I sent her sliding across the floor in front of me, but that was okay – she was only a slave after all.

“Paul this madness has to stop now, you did that to Pauline once and you really hurt her, you are not doing it again, EVER.” Sharon shouted and brought me out of whatever world I had been in.

What was happening to me? I could remember picking Erin out of bed and scarcely remembered wanting her to make breakfast but it was all a blur. Meanwhile while I stood there Sharon picked Erin up and told her to go lay back down. After Erin was again cuddled next to her twin and looking wary at me, Sharon grabbed my arm and escorted me back up the stairs.

I cooked the bacon and Sharon and I ate breakfast together. I didn’t have any more episodes through breakfast and after breakfast I went to lay down again, Sharon thought it would be a good idea. She also gave me a mild sedative to help me relax.

It was a couple hours later when I awoke again, I found Sharon in the living room watching television, not a Ropeville special but regular television.

“Are the girls awake yet?” I asked Sharon as I walked into the room still rubbing my eyes from sleep.

“No the girls are still asleep, what went on here last night after you called me?” Sharon questioned, and for some reason I felt guilty.

“Umm, well the girls had quite a night, I punished all of them.” I said proudly.

“Did the girls have a sleepover or was most of it just punishment?” She looked sternly at me, and again I felt guilty.

“They had quite a night after I discovered Marlene. I hung the girls who were sleeping over from the wall and ran a simulation with dildos in their mouths, butts, and in their pussies. I had Pauline and Billy-Jo stand on either side of the spanking machine and they fell asleep like that.” I started to feel angry again! “Which reminds me they need to be punished for that because Erin and Clara managed to escape while they were sleeping.” Throughout my story, Sharon had a concerned look on her face, which told me she wasn’t happy about something, but that wasn’t my problem.

“Paul what about Clara, did she have a dildo in her also?” Sharon asked seemingly quite angry. I just nodded, realizing my error in taking the child’s virginity.

“Paul, as I’m sure Elizabeth will be telling you, you should have just let the girls have their sleepover right from the beginning. There were plenty of other ways to solve the Marlene issue. Why couldn’t you just let the girls have some fun? Why couldn’t you let them have a sleepover?” Sharon said as she stood and stormed from the room. I’m sure Sharon was right; Elizabeth would probably tell me the exact same thing. But a voice inside my head was telling me that neither should interfere in my training of their slaves!

I followed after Sharon, who proceeded to head down to the basement, where all the girls were still asleep. She grabbed her medical bag off the counter, not looking at me, apparently too angry for words.

In the basement, she first headed to the cell where Erin and Clara were cuddling each other. Erin opened her eyes when she heard footsteps coming toward her cot. I remained outside the cell, because I knew both those girls were probably terrified of me, especially Erin, inwardly I smiled ‘that would teach the bitch’ I thought to myself.

Erin looked over at me, her fear showing brightly in her eyes. But as she noticed Sharon, that fear diminished slightly.

“Erin, is Clara awake yet? I need to look at her.” Sharon spoke softly and very calmly.

Erin shook her head but proceeded to gently rock her sister until the child opened her eyes. Sharon hugged Clara and whispered something in her ear as the child woke up; Clara nodded her understanding and sat back in bed grabbing her sister’s hand.

Sharon gently pulled the girl's panties down and off her legs; the pad she had been wearing remained firmly in place though, probably from the amount of blood. I shouldn’t have taken her virginity like that, I’m not sure what I had been thinking at the time.

I watched guiltily as Sharon checked the girl out with her flash light and tiny speculum. Clara seemed to be in pain through some of it, she was probably very tender. I felt bad for being so careless, but at the same time part of me hoped I had severely hurt her.

“Well, she looks to be okay, I’m glad you didn’t seriously hurt my niece.” Sharon spoke, reminding me that yes, these were her nieces and that their parents wanted them trained as sex slaves. 'Still' I thought, 'I might still get the chance to seriously hurt her, and especially her twin sister!'

I began to fantasise about these two perhaps I could break an arm or leg … no, not good enough. Cause for a few stitches, No still not good enough, they needed to be punished. Severed limbs, now that sounded like a good idea. Slowly cut off each one of their fingers and toes, then slowly hack off more and more of their arms and legs each day, till they were gone. Yes that sounded perfect. I suddenly caught myself thinking as Sharon approached with both girls huddled at her sides, what in the hell was wrong with me why was I thinking such vile thoughts.

I wasn’t going to let Sharon know I was still thinking such evil thoughts and instead headed for the cell that Marcia and Chelsea occupied. I had Chelsea awake and was working on gently shaking Marcia from sleep when Sharon shouted my name.

“PAUL, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL” I heard as I came running.

“Paul, this is the kind of punishment you subject Pauline to all because of having too many people over? That’s it Paul I can’t allow this, you’re going into Ropeville.” Sharon said as she began to untie both Pauline and Billy-Jo.

Wait! I don’t remember hog tying them last night. How did they get hog-tied I wondered. As the hoods came off their heads and the gags out of their mouths both girls were heavily crying.

Pauline spread her legs as the ropes came off from around her knees and looked between her legs, her inner thighs an extremely red color. Billy-Jo also spread her legs and the same red color presented itself.

“Paul what is that, what did you put . . .” Sharon stopped mid sentence as she noticed the leaves between the girl's thighs. Itch weed, when rubbed on the skin it caused an itching and burning sensation similar to Poison Ivy; but unlike Poison Ivy, Itch Weed only lasted a few hours. But to have it between your thighs all night probably caused the girls great amounts of pain and discomfort.

Strangely enough I didn't recall doing that to the girls, something like that was just plain heartless. Pauline and Billy-Jo looked at me, and sobbed their apologies. Had I really done such a horrible thing?

I couldn't stand to hear their cries any longer, I ran up the stairs and out of the basement as fast as I could. But even as I did so, a thought ran through my mind.

“But the little bitches FAILED ME! FAILURE MUST BE PUNISHED!”