CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST

[ part 3 ]

Again Purple productions was running the computer, giving the sounds of others moving around the house — with the occasional scream of a girl in pain (Pauline — overacting but distorted)

It was all designed to cause panic in Carol, where was she and why was the girl screaming? But receiving no reply from either of her captors. They took her into the cell and started to release her from the binding that held her arms, the lead and the ball-gag.

“Where am I? Tell me!” she demanded.

“You are where-ever the master wants you to be, remember that! Whatever happens to you is exactly what the master demands of you. You are nothing to the master. In fact you’re hardly anything at all!” Pauline told her (in Slave mode)

“Yeah you’ve got that right! Turn her sideways and she’s not there even!” Billie-Jo smirked as she said her line.

I decided that the master had better make an appearance; I slammed the basement door and stomped down the stairs.

“You bitches had better be ready! She’s had enough time to get cleaned up!” I said.

Both Pauline and Billie-Jo looked at each other. “Oh Shit!” Billie-Jo said, Pauline said nothing but started to look worried. But it was too late, I was downstairs and shutting the door behind me.

I surveyed the three standing girls and frowned. “What the hell are you two playing at? Why are you still dressed? Well?” I demanded

Pauline and Billie-Jo quickly undressed and stood shivering in front of me. I looked at the clothes heaped on the floor. “What do you think you’re doing? I paid good money for those rags! Now fold them neatly!” I slapped my thigh to emphasise my words.

The two girls bent down and quickly picked up their clothes; they folded them and placed them on the table. I then turned to Carol. “You got a hearing problem bitch?” I nearly foamed at the mouth when speaking to her “I said strip!”

Carol was slightly in a shadow and so I hadn’t seen her face, but she quickly started to remove her dress, pulling it over her head. She had a slip below it and this was quickly removed, but this brought her legs into the light.

“Hold it cunt!” I snarled at her, she didn’t seem to take any notice at first but then Billie-Jo whispered.

“He means you!” which made Carol stop and blush.

“Come here!” I ordered. Carol slowly moved closer to me. The pictures didn’t do the effect justice; she was almost a walking skeleton. I moved away from her and turned to the two girls.

“What the fuck did you bring me? I told you to get that Carol bitch. What’s this?”

Instantly both girls were on their knees Pauline was crying away.

“Please master, we went to the address you gave us. . .”

“Yes master and she said her name was Carol” Billie-Jo added, “So we just followed your orders”

“I didn’t tell you to get this! did I? Now what am I going to do? she’s rubbish, no-one would want this! It’s too thin to be of any use. Who would want to pork that!” I ranted at the two. “Get the whip!” I ordered to Billie-Jo.

“Please master, it wasn’t our fault!” Pauline pleaded “She’s the problem not us!” I put on a stern face and kept quiet. Billie-Jo arrived with the lash and presented it to me I pointed to Pauline. Billie-Jo shook her head at first, I placed my hands on my hips and looked at her, Billie-Jo slowly nodded her head finally and turned to Pauline.

‘Crack!’ the sound made Carol jump and whimper as she watched Pauline being struck by the whip.

“Again!” I said and Billie-Jo raised her arm again, bringing it down with another ‘Crack’ onto Pauline’s back. This was repeated three more times and Pauline started to scream after the third blow.

“Enough!” I said and then undid my trousers releasing my cock which was erect after the show. Billie-Jo positioned herself in front of me and took my length into her mouth. Carol looked on in horror as I started to move back and forth into her mouth.

I looked at Carol, she was standing in front of me wearing only a pair of panties. She did look like an underfed nine-year-old. I looked menacingly at her panties and made a gesture. She quickly understood what I was asking and started to turn away.

“No you don’t bitch; you will do it facing me. Now do it.” I told her while thrusting into Billie-Jo. Carol blushed as she placed her thumbs into either side of her panties and slowly lowered them down. She started to fold her clothes but I stopped her.

“Don’t worry about them bitch, you won’t be seeing them again!” I told her.

At this point Billie-Jo started to swallow my load, exaggerating her throat movements for Carol’s benefit. I smiled at Carol as she made a face. “Hey don’t worry bitch. You’ll soon be learning this. But first I’ve got to get some fat onto your bones. You’re lucky I won’t be able to do the normal things for newbies but after some time you will be!”

I pulled out of Billie-Jo’s mouth and grabbed hold of Pauline’s arm. “You bitch are coming with me.” I said to the still crying Pauline and dragged her out of the cell, which I locked leaving Billie-Jo and Carol inside. To be honest I was worried about Pauline, I quickly got her to the basement door and up the stairs. As soon as the top door was closed Pauline started laughing.

“Oh master did you see her face? It was priceless.” She giggled away.

“But how are you? I though Billie-Jo got slightly carried away.” I turned Pauline around and inspected her back; it was slightly red but no real marks showing.

“You know what? She didn’t even hurt me. She’s become an expert over the past few days.” Pauline smiled “but she did make it nice and warm!”

I took Pauline into her bedroom and made her lie down on her bed, face down, while I got some antiseptic cream for her back, she sighed as I started to rub the cream into her back.

“Oh that feels better master. Thank you for taking care of your unworthy slave!” Pauline said with a laugh in her voice then she was serious again. “Master, will we be able to help Carol? I think she may be too far gone.”

I kissed her head, “Well we’ve got her here, and all we have to do is to make sure she gets better.”

Pauline turned around so that she was now facing me. “But that’s the problem! She doesn’t think she’s ill, all she’s trying to do is to be a model, she looks up to those people like they’re gods.”

I nodded my agreement, “So all we have to do is to show her what it takes to be a model. All the exercise they have to do, the foods they take to maintain their figures, and then show her the side effects. What some models have to do to keep their jobs!”

“Hey don’t go overboard on that. I don’t fancy traipsing over a catwalk just to show her!” Pauline said disgustingly. “It’s just like a cattle show.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed at her words. “What’s the difference between what they do and what you do? Except they get paid for what they do and you don’t.”

Pauline frowned at that but then smiled, “Oh that’s simple – I’m learning the job. Once you retire I’ll take it over!”

I sat back on the bed surprised. Pauline felt the movement and then patted my arm, “Don’t worry boss, I’m sure I’ve got a lot more to learn. And it’s going to be years before you retire.”

I smiled at that and cuddled Pauline in my arms, my gaze went to the monitor where Carol was now on the bed, restrained by Billie-Jo, and Billie-Jo was next to her, both were sleeping

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(I learnt the following from Billie-Jo some days later.)

As soon as the basement door closed Carol started to cry, she reached for her panties in order to put them on but was stopped by Billie-Jo.

“I wouldn’t. He’ll only make you take them off again, and you won’t like how he does it either!”

“But what does he want with me, and why did you let him do that to you?” Carol sobbed.

“He does it because he’s the master. He owns us all. Remember that. Whatever he asks of you do it! Don’t question him. He won’t like it and will take it out on you!” She shook her head as Carol opened her mouth again.

“Girl don’t you ever learn. He might whip you next, and I don’t think you’ll survive it. Or at least you’d wish you hadn’t.” she turned to face Carol and took hold of her arms. “Look I shouldn’t tell you this but he had orders about you. Some one had asked for you specially, it seems they’ve been watching you for some time but had lost track of you. That’s why we grabbed you instead of them. You’re going to be trained by the master and it will go easier on you if you do everything he tells you.”

She looked away from Carol, “I remember one time when I was held against my will, forced to do anything by these men. When the master came and took me away I was so grateful that I’ve promised him I’d do anything.” She looked down at her body. “I’ve got more on me now than I had then. The only way I could survive then was to live off the spunk that they made me suck out of them, what I did today was nothing!”

“Why didn’t you run away?” Carol asked – she was interested although horrified by the story.

“One girl did try it. They locked her up with a pack of dogs, except she was spread-eagled over a barrel. And those dogs didn’t bite her, oh no they fucked her almost to death. When the men brought her out she was babbling away and just let them fuck her mouth without question. Several day’s later if any of them even mentioned dogs she would beg fuck her rather than return to the dogs again!” Billie-Jo shook as she said this. “So remember this is mild to the stuff you could be facing.”

Carol started to cry and reached out to Billie-Jo. “Was that girl you?” she asked.

Billie-Jo shook her head, “No . . . They didn’t even take the risk. I was doped up on drugs, enough so that I knew what was being done to me but I wasn’t able to stop them. That was where the master found me. I’ve been with him even since.”

She held onto Carol, trying not to wince as she could feel the bones of the girl in her arms. “I owe him my life. And I’ll always do what he tells me.” She looked Carol in the eyes, “Even if he told me to kill you . . . I would.” She paused for a moment, “Please don’t give him a reason to do that, for my sake.”

Carol shook her head. “But what does he want from me, I’m just a girl.”

Billie-Jo shook her head sadly. “Well almost a girl I suppose. You saw how he reacted to you? I’m not sure if he’s going to carry on with you, he might throw you . . . Oh shit he can’t do that.”

“Can’t do what?” Carol asked.

“Well I was going to say that he could put you back home, but you’ve already seen master’s face, there’s no way he can release you now.” Billie-Jo started to cry and held on to Carol. “I’m sorry Carol, you’re stuck here now.”

Carol was now holding onto Billie-Jo and was trying to comfort the younger girl, “It’s okay, don’t worry. You made it and so can I! Kate Moss went through a lot to become a model – I read her story! And when I get away I get the police to release you.”

Billie-Jo gave a small smile at that, but managed to sound grateful, “Thanks Carol, I’m sorry I helped to kidnap you.” She looked at the clock in the cell and then turned back to Carol.

“It’s time for bed, I . . . I’m sorry Carol but you’ve got to be tied to the bed, I think you’d better use the loo now, because you won’t be allowed up until the morning.” Billie-Jo pointed to the Perspex lavatory in the bathroom part of the cell. Carol looked at it in shock.

“But you can see everything in it! Even if I had to . . .” Carol began to say but couldn’t finish it.

“So what? It doesn’t matter does it? It’s a normal function, we all have to use the loo so why should you worry about it?” Billie-Jo said in a laughing tone. “Hell I bet even the master shits as well!” she started to giggle which made Carol smile.

“Okay then I will . . . but please don’t look.” Carol pleaded.

“I won’t . . . This time, but Carol you’ll have to get used to people watching you.” And she turned her back on the girl as Carol walked to the toilet. She heard the sound of liquid twinkling into the pan and the sound of relief as Carol emptied her bladder.

When Carol returned Billie-Jo smiled at her. “Better?” she asked, at Carol’s nod she pointed to the bed. “Now I’ve got to tie you to the bed, don’t worry it’s only to stop you from trying to hurt yourself and I won’t make it too tight.”

Billie-Jo was as good as her word. The wrist straps were loose, not enough for Carol to slide her hands out of them, then the ankle straps were attached. “Is that okay Carol?” Billie-Jo asked the restrained girl.

“I suppose so, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep like this.” Carol said sleepily

“Don’t worry, I lie here beside you and sing to you.” Billie-Jo reassured her. She started to sing a lullaby and before too long Carol fell asleep.