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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 4 ] When Carol awoke the next day – although day and night were not accessible to her while she was in the basement, a timed light would brighten and dim to a cycle of time – she found that Billie-Jo was draped over her. She was ashamed, being an only child she’d never had anyone sleeping with her before. And all she could feel was warm flesh. She moved her head and found herself looking into Billie-Jo’s eyes there was a glint in them that Carol couldn’t fathom. “You sure were sleepy weren’t you?” Billie-Jo said. Carol remembered what had happened the previous night and started to cry, she pulled on the wrist cuffs to try to get off the bed and away from Billie-Jo, but found that she was firmly fixed. “It’s alright Carol, I’m here with you.” Billie-Jo said trying to sound comforting. “But that’s the problem. Why are you here? Why aren’t you with him?” Carol cried out. Billie-Jo smiled to herself, her master had already planned for this, “I would be but he wanted to have Pauline to himself, he likes it when they whimper in pain. That’s why I was happy to whip her; it meant she would be chosen last night.” The look on Carol’s face almost broke Billie-Jo’s heart; she looked as if her favourite pet had just died. “You . . . you mean you wanted to beat that girl.” Billie-Jo sighed, “Look Carol, it’s just survival, you’ll do anything to stop them from hurting you, I mean I know what I said last night, and I meant it. I’d do anything for my master, but I don’t want his attentions all the time, and anyway it meant that I’d have time with you.” She gave Carol a kiss on her lips feeling the hardness of the teeth under the skin. Then she looked at the clock. “We’d better get up, you’ve got to be washed and ready for breakfast.” Billie-Jo started to untie the shackles that held Carol’s arms to the bed noting how Carol started to withdraw her arm at first but then allowing it to remain in place. “Come on, you’d better use the loo first, I’ll brush my teeth.” The two girls went to the bathroom area and with some trepidation Carol sat down on the toilet. Billie-Jo turned on the cold water and took a toothbrush and was industrially brushing away as Carol finally gave up and relieved herself. Billie-Jo waited until Carol was finished and then handed her the toothbrush. “We’ve only got the one,” She explained, “so you better not worry about germs.” She left Carol with the brush as she sat down on the toilet, not caring that Carol was staring at her. Carol shook herself and started to brush her teeth while Billie-Jo completed using the toilet; she took a piece of toilet paper and wiped herself before flushing the toilet and then joining Carol at the basin. “We’ve got to wash, better hurry ‘cause there’s not much time left.” Billie-Jo was saying to Carol and then she lowered her voice slightly, “Oh by the way master expects us to eat all the breakfast, he says it’s got everything we need to support us until dinner. Pauline didn’t want any one day; we both got whipped until she finished it.” “I hope he’s got some muesli, I only eat that at breakfast. A model doesn’t need to eat anything else.” Carol said quietly. Billie-Jo kept quiet she knew what was going to appear. The sound of the door opening at the top of the basement made Billie-Jo pull Carol to the table, she quickly handed out plastic knives and forks to be laid on the table, at Carol’s look she said, “Master doesn’t let us have metal – it was some time before he allowed us to have knives, don’t piss him off or he’ll take them away from us completely.” She checked that the table was ready and sat down on a chair, she looked at Carol and nodded to a place. Carol bit her lip and then sat down, the shock of the cold seat showed in her eyes. Billie-Jo nodded. “You get used to it, but don’t worry it soon warms up.” Was all she said about it. --- The ringing of the alarm woke me up, Pauline was already at work, her head bobbing up and down as she strove to relieve me. Once I was finished she licked her lips and smiled at me. “Good morning Master, I hope you slept well?” she asked. I smiled back at her, “Yes thank you Pauline how is your back today?” I was worried just in case she had lied about Billie-Jo’s expertise. “It’s fine daddy, Billie-Jo was really good last night, I will admit that the stuff you put on me felt really nice and cool.” She hugged me. She’s learnt that I like it when she and Billie-Jo calls me daddy – making us a family rather than master and slaves. “Well daughter we’ve got a guest to cook for, you’re ready for the action we’re going to face?” I asked her she nodded. “Yes daddy, but Elizabeth did warn me that she might not be able to stomach a full meal, we need to build her up gradually.” This was Pauline’s way of reminding me without trying to antagonise me. “I’ll make sure that Carol’s portion is smaller than yours or Billie-Jo don’t worry, but I think that you’d better be prepared for the master to be angry with you today.” We were still working to the script, all three of us were prepared for Carol to be rebellious, well it was normal for all of our ‘guests’ to try to fight back, but with Carol we had the added problem of being unable to chastise her just in case we accidentally injured her. That was why Billie-Jo had the punishment story to tell. I started the breakfast, unusually for us this was a full cooked meal, eggs, sausages, bacon, hash browns and pancakes with syrup. I outdid myself, full pates for Billie-Jo, Pauline and myself and half rations for Carol, even then I didn’t see her eating all of that. I allowed Pauline to deal with the orange juice and we then went to the basement door balancing the food between us. I managed to be noisy with the door, just to alert Billie-Jo that we were on our way downstairs. I unlocked and pushed open the door at the bottom of the stairs, the top door was now rigged to lock automatically, and entered the basement. “Okay bitches I hope you’ve got everything prepared! I’ve got to work out what to do with our corpse!” I could see Carol go red at my words and then she realised what I had said, she started to cry. “Don’t worry Carol, I’m here for you.” Billie-Jo said to her, reaching over to hold her hand. I sat down at the table and positioned the plates to their respective recipients, ensuring that Carol was served first, I reached into my pocket and produced my cutlery, metal of course, and then spoke again, “Bless this food and make us grateful for it, amen.” Well I was never one to say grace over a meal but it was the way Carol had been raised. She automatically joined in with the ‘amen’ and then looked at the plate then back at me. “Well bitch? What’s wrong? Not enough for you?” I asked sarcastically. She just sat there. Pauline and Billie-Jo were ignoring us both and were eating the food as if their lives depended on it. I pointed this out to Carol and told her to start eating. When we had finished Carol had only managed one piece of sausage the rest of the food remained on her plate. I told Pauline to remove our plates but to leave Carols. It was going to remain there until it was cleaned. Carol was resolute in her attitude. “I don’t eat this stuff in the morning, I need muesli not this!” She said in a small voice. “Listen bitch when you’re here you’ll eat what I tell you to eat, and you’ll smile while doing it understood?” She remained quiet, in the meantime Pauline had returned to the table and was standing at attention by her chair. I waited a few more minutes and then shook my head. “Okay bitch you asked for this. Billie-Jo get the lash!” at Billie-Jo’s gasp Carol looked up. “Please master, don’t do it, not to her!” Billie-Jo pleaded I folded my arms and just looked at her, “Please master, she wouldn’t live past the first five.” She added “I told you to get the lash. I didn’t ask for an excuse did I?” I asked coldly Billie-Jo swallowed and shook her head, “No master.” She said quietly “Now what are you going to do?” I asked her still in a cold voice. “I’ll get the lash for you master.” She said resignly, and moved to the cupboard where the equipment was held. She returned holding a simple belt which she presented to me. “Here master is the lash, but please. . .” she broke off with a sob. I took the belt and doubled it over. It was a supple one and wouldn’t cause too much damage to the skin, but Carol wasn’t going to be my target. . . “Now bitch, I cooked that especially for you, and I expect you to eat all of it. If you don’t then this will happen.” I twisted around and stuck Billie-Jo with the belt. The sound of the impact could be heard echoing around the basement. Billie-Jo screamed out in pain. “No please don’t hit her!” Carol screamed out as she realised that her ‘friend’ was being hurt by me. “Once you start eating then I’ll stop, if you don’t eat anything then you will see me kill Billie-Jo and probably Pauline here, and it will be your fault that they get hurt!” and to prove my fault I stuck Pauline with the belt. I waited a few more seconds and then struck at Billie-Jo again. I then stared at Carol, raised my hand again. “No please I’ll eat the food.” Carol pleaded and indeed started to cut and eat a piece of egg, then some bacon. She made a face as she masticated the food and swallowed it. “There! I’ve done it.” She said and looked at me. I struck at Pauline and then spoke again. “You stopped didn’t you? Now carry on until that plate is empty!” I motioned to hit Billie-Jo but Carol started to eat the food again. It was several minutes before the plate was empty, I smiled at her and got Pauline to clear the plates away. I then went back to the door of the basement and went through it. Carol went to check on Billie-Jo to see if she was badly hurt after which she ran to the toilet and then stuck her fingers down her throat, forcing her body to regurgitate the food she’d just swallowed. Just as she went to flush the mess away I re-entered the basement. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” I shouted at her. She quickly pulled the lever and the water started to flow pushing the food down the u-bend. I turned to Billie-Jo and Pauline who were watching in shock. “Why didn’t you stop her? Just for that follow me you two.” I pointed to Carol. “You will remain here and remember what happens to them is your fault!” I grabbed the two girls by their arms and dragged them out of the cell, locking the door behind us. By now Billie-Jo and Pauline were pleading to me but I took no notice of them, the last Carol saw was the door closing, and locking, behind us. --- I pulled the two girls into my arms and hugged them. “I’m sorry girls I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Was the first thing I said to them. “It wasn’t much master.” Billie-Jo said, her voice muffled by my body. “The belt struck itself which is what caused most of the noise, we only got part of the pain.” She informed me. Which was the reason why I used the belt like that. “Well Pauline, your information was right, not only is she anorexic she also bulimic as well. We’re going to have to stop her from vomiting her food after eating. Any suggestions?” Billie-Jo was quiet for a while and then she smiled. “Of course master! The Alice costume.” She said. I nodded and smiled. The costume was a typical stylized blue dress and bib in form of the Disney animation clothes, the dress had long sleeves. Although easy to put on you had to know exactly how to remove it. There was another aspect of the costume; it could become rigid almost like a suit of armour, except the wearer was trapped inside it, unable to move until it was ‘unlocked’. “Okay the Alice suit it is, but for now you two are going to rest for a couple of hours before we put the make-up on you.” The two girls smiled at me and went to their room to carry on with their homework. --- Some hours later, after the girls had completed their assigned lessons and I had applied some make up to their faces and bodies we were ready for the next stage in Carol’s life. I had attached dog collars to the girls’ necks and attached a heavy chain between them so that they were joined together. I also had a lead attached to Billie-Jo’s collar and was pulling them along by it. We emerged into the basement to where Carol was sobbing on her bed. She looked up as Pauline and Billie-Jo appeared, heavy bruising was visible on their faces and bodies they were trying to hold back their tears as I pulled them along. Once we arrived at the cell I chained the two outside and entered the cage. “Now bitch, I’ve made a decision.” I said without preamble. “You fuck up again and these two will pay for it. Understand?” Carol shook her head, “But that’s not fair. I’m the one you should be punishing not them, they don’t deserve it!” I almost smiled at her reply, but that would have been out of character and so I snarled at her. “I didn’t ask your opinion bitch. Now for that which one should I hit?” I added for her benefit. Of course she didn’t answer and so I pulled on Billie-Jo’s ear causing her to scream out in pain. “I don’t think she understood me!” I told Billie-Jo in a soft voice, “Do you think I should show her?” I asked her. “No please, don’t hurt her I’ll do what you ask.” Carol pleaded with me, but I was the hard hearted bastard and so I repeated my question to her. “So tell me which one should be punished for your disobedience to me?” I pointed to both girls. Carol dropped her head and said softly, “Pauline, hit Pauline.” I cupped my hand as the blow struck creating more noise than anything else, but the target was Billie-Jo. “Noooo I said Pauline!” Carol cried out and I laughed. “Of course you did, I know you’ve been getting all pally with Billie-Jo here and so I decided to hit her regardless!” I told the girl, and then I turned to Billie-Jo. “And what do you have to say about that?” I asked her. “Thank you master.” Was the reply from Billie-Jo which earned her a smile from me. I turned and delivered the same blow to Pauline who just stood there and then she also thanked me. “There now, that’s fair of me isn’t it? . . . In fact I think that the next time you deserve punishment I won’t bother to ask you to choose the receiver. I punish them both!” I unlocked the collars to the girls and opened the barred door. Billie-Jo and Pauline ran into the cell and stood in the centre of the room. Carol now had full view of their ‘bruises’, luckily she was not a make-up expert or she would have seen how false they really were. I moved the video and television into view of the cell. I sorted through the tapes and selected a easy aerobic tape – I didn’t want to push Carol too far in these first few days. “Now bitches you will follow the routines on the tape. Do NOT shirk any of them or you will pay for it.” I looked at Carol, “and remember if you fail then they both suffer for it!” I told her. I started the tape and left the girls to watch the television. (The following I was told by Pauline later) “We don’t have to do that? Do we?” Carol asked Billie-Jo “Of course we do. You don’t think master isn’t watching us do you? He’s got cameras all over the basement. And if he doesn’t watch then one of the others will be watching.” “Others? You mean there are more people upstairs?” Carol asked astonished. “Of course there are, you don’t think master’s the only one who likes hitting us?” Pauline asked bitterly starting to move with the music of the tape. “I don’t think I can do this” Carol said as she watched Billie-Jo and Pauline start the first routine. “Just try to follow their movements.” Billie-Jo said, “I’m sure master will forgive you if you make an effort!” and so Carol, hesitatingly at first, started to follow the routines on the tape, eventually it finished and Carol collapsed on the bed. |