CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST

[ part 2 ]

After a few days I felt that we were ready, I was going to let Pauline and Billie-Jo do the actual snatch of Carol, they would be acting as my puppets ordered to steal a young girl to train. I would be the hard-hearted trainer who would be annoyed at their ‘catch’. We’d gone though the routine several times and Billie-Jo could now use the lash to make a lot of noise but causing no harm to the victim.

I drove the van to the address I’d been given, her parents had arranged to go out for the evening, as Carol was ‘old enough’ she would be left on her own, because we couldn’t be certain about how the drugs would affect her body we had to take her without anaesthetics at all!

I kept the van away from the street lights and let the girls out to go to the house, I listened to them on the radios.

“Which number did he say?” Billie-Jo asked.

“Number 21, weren’t you listening!” Pauline said disgustedly.

“Remember that Billie-Jo doesn’t have your memory Pauline, now don’t forget the script!” I said talking only to her receiver.

“Yes master, I do remember!” She said with a laugh in her voice.

I smiled at her reply and continued to monitor the link. The sounds of their steps on the sidewalk echoed in the speakers. Then there came the ringing of a doorbell and a voice answering it.

“Who’s there?” A young female voice, now would she ignore her parents advice and open the door . . .

“We’re looking for Carol >>>>?” Pauline asked (I had to block out the surname just to be fair to the family)

“Who are you?”

“I’m Pauline and Billie-Jo is with me, we’ve got some homework for you.”

“For me? But the school didn’t . . . hold on.” There was the sound of a chain being taken off the door and then a blaze of light silhouetted the two girls standing at the open door.

“Come in, we can go to my bedroom.” The door was closed.

“Gosh Carol what happened to you?” Billie-Jo asked – well it would be a normal question that a girl would ask.

“Nothing! I’m just on a diet that’s all. What grade are you in? I don’t think I’ve seen you at class?”

“Oh we’re in a grade below you, it’s just that we live near and they asked us to bring this stuff to you . . . Nice room who in all the pictures?” Pauline’s voice asked.

“Oh that’s Kate Moss, Twiggy (she’s the first real model you know) and that’s . . .”

“Yeah but they’re so thin, no-one’s really like that . . . well except for you I suppose,” Billie-Jo said interrupting Carol. “Why are you so thin?”

“I’m not thin! I’ve got to lose more weight.”

“From where? Girl there’s nothing left to go?” then she spoke to Pauline “I don’t think she’s the one, we’ve got to get another.”

“We can’t she the one we were told to get!” Pauline hissed back

“What do you mean, I’m not the one! What one?” Carol asked apprehensively.

“Don’t worry about that, have you seen one of these before?” Pauline asked.

“No. What is it? A sponge ball? And what are the straps for?” She sounded mystified but still wary.

“Oh it’s a lovely thing, just open you mouth . . . No? Okay then . . . Billie-Jo you make her open her mouth.”

“NO! Stop it. Let go of me! . . . Ow! Don’t do tha . . . ummph” Carol’s voice was suddenly muffled as the ball-gag was forced into her mouth.

“There’s no flesh on these bones. It’s just like holding a skeleton.” Billie-Jo complained. “Come on get her arms tied up, we’ve got to get her back to him before he loses his temper again, but he’s not going to like her!”

“Do you think I give a fuck about him? Once he’s working on her I’ll be able to get out of his way. Did you see the last one we fetched, couldn’t even walk properly when he got to work.”

“Shush! I’m sure he’s listening to us, and anyway you’re scaring her. Don’t worry Carol, I’m sure he’ll like you!”

“Don’t go on with her, she’s just another piece of meat for him. Now get some of her stuff, we’ve got to make it look like she’s run away from home, just like the others!”

There was a muffled squealing noise which both girls ignored; I could hear them as they sorted though the drawers and putting clothes into a suitcase.

“Now then Carol, we’re going to put a coat over you and then you will walk with us to our master’s van. Don’t you even think about running off, we’ve got you on a lead. Now come on little doggie.”

I followed the sound of their steps down the stairs to the front door, which opened and the three girls left the house, one was carrying a small suitcase. Another girl was holding the third girl’s arm as they moved to my van. I turned the receiver’s off so that Carol wouldn’t hear an echo of her captors and thus giving the game away.

The side door opened and quickly closed, “Okay master!” Pauline said through the grill behind me. I started the engine and slowly drove away.

It was a long drive to my house and several times I heard Billie-Jo ask Carol if she wanted to use the loo (well a bottle with a funnel attached) but when she learnt that she would have to do so in front of Pauline and Billie-Jo she refused. (Although both girls did do so in front of her).

When we got closer I growled into the grill, “Keep the noise down, cops are around!” They weren’t but it introduced me as someone who’s scared of the police.

As I drove on I did hear some movement inside the back which were quickly stopped, later I learnt that Carol had managed to kick on the side of the van but Billie-Jo managed to restrain her legs.

I pulled up at the house, ensuring that the doors were in the correct position. “Okay we’re here, get it inside and downstairs I’ll check it over later, gotta get the van away.” A slight pause and then I growled. “WELL MOVE IT, AINT GOT ALL DAY Y’KNOW!”

This time the door opened and I heard the girls struggle to move the third out of the van and into the house.