CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST

[ part 5 ]

Billie-Jo pressed the alarm button which brought me rapidly down the stairs into the basement. I quickly checked Carol’s pulse which was fast but quite strong. I checked her pupils which responded to the lights as they should.

“She’ll be alright, I think she’s exhausted. Lack of food and too much exercise, I shouldn’t have used that tape I suppose.” I told the two girls which relieved them.

“But master that was the mild workout tape, we don’t have any easier ones here.” Billie-Jo pointed out, which of course was quite true. I rearranged Carol on the bed and gently shackled her in place. Pauline was now scheduled to remain with Carol while Billie-Jo was supposed to be up with the evil master. I couldn’t see any reason to change this and so I used a light chain to restrain Pauline – it had enough reach to allow her to get to the bathroom area should Carol ask for water, although I did leave a jug of water (plastic) with a plastic glass.

I checked on Pauline’s make-up to ensure that nothing was smudged and we left the two girls to rest.

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Once upstairs Billie-Jo reached up for me to hold her. “Oh master you would have been proud of her, even though she didn’t think she could do it . . . she tried her best.”

I smiled at her, “I thought she would, I had read some of her school transcripts. She thrives on pressure, she forces herself to complete the work set. Her parents are proud of her achievements which is why they can’t understand why she’s got this self-image of a fat girl.”

“I don’t understand that either master. Why someone her age would want to diet like this?” She paused for a moment before continuing. “You don’t think she’s been made to do it?”

This intrigued me, why would a girl decide to literally starve herself to death, especially one with the record that Carol had. It was a puzzle.

I prepared a special meal for Carol, it was mainly liquid but did hold all the nutriments that she needed, I also took the ‘Alice’ costume out of storage and checked the controls for it. I used Billie-Jo as the guinea-pig using a transponder to limit her movements. As far as she could tell the clothes went from a friendly lightweight fabric to a rigid straight-jacket stopping all movements but still allowing her to breath normally.

“Master, I don’t like that costume, I feel that it tries to take over my whole body and mind, it’s creepy.” Billie-Jo said as she was forced to stand completely still. She had found the other part of the costume, there was a bio-mechanical feedback system incorporated in the clothes. It acted as a type of lie detector in some cases and was able to administer punishment when needed, I didn’t think I would need that aspect during this time . . . but then what did I know?

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(From Pauline’s conversation with myself later)

Carol started to stir on the bed. She saw Pauline chained beside her and made a small noise, Pauline turned to look at her making sure that the bruising showed up.

“You’re still alive.” Pauline gasped out, “I was so worried. Master came in and just put you in the bed, he wouldn’t tell me anything.” She sat beside Carol and started stroking the girls’ hair. “Are you thirsty? I’ve got some water here.”

Carol looked puzzled at Pauline’s attitude but nodded her head as her mouth was dry, she tried to get up to take the glass, but found that she couldn’t move. “I’m sorry Carol, but master has taken the keys with him. I’ll hold the glass for you.” Which she did and watched Carol carefully as she sipped at the liquid within.

“Thank you, but why are you being so nice to me?” Carol asked Pauline warily

“Because you didn’t ask for this, I helped to take you.” Pauline said earnestly.

“But you’ve been beaten because I didn’t obey that . . . that person.” Carol said

“You’re going to have to call him master, what you think about him doesn’t matter, but the word does. At least to him it does.” She saw the look on Carol’s face, “hey you can call him dogs-breath in your head but say master out loud.” Then she smiled, “Just don’t get it mixed up!” she said and started to giggle.

Carol thought about it for a few seconds before she started to giggle with Pauline, “I don’t think he’d like that at all.” She said and then was quiet again, “How did he get you?” She asked.

Pauline was prepared for that question; it was something we’d planned on. “I was on the streets, I’d run away from home . . . daddy was . . . well he was dead and mum . . . kept bringing home these men . . . I’d listen to them, the way she’d talk to them. I knew what they were doing, and I hated her.” She paused to wipe a non-existent tear before continuing. “Well one night this man came into my bedroom and started to talk to me, nasty, disgusting things. I told him to go but mum’s voice from the door said he was going to stay . . . he . . . he . . . when he left mum said it was time I started to help out in the house. I left that night.” She shuddered with the apparent memory “I was on the street for a few day when . . . He . . . found me. He threw me into his van and brought me here. That was a couple of years ago!”

Carol’s mouth was wide open, “But you can’t be 10? You mean when you were 8? Your mum did that to you when you were only eight years old?” she asked shocked.

Pauline seemed to consider this, and remembered what she said in Carol’s house. “Yeah, and you know what? Nothing’s changed, I still get pawed and screwed, and I can’t even run to my mum for comfort. After some time it becomes normal. You know what I’m pleased he’s left me with you, it means that he isn’t using me.”

“But why don’t you run away? I mean you could have last night when you came after me.” Carol said thoughtfully – this was something we did worry about, would Carol accept our explanation or not?

“I couldn’t, Billie-Jo’s got a sister upstairs, if we tried to run off she’d be killed. You don’t know master like I do.” Pauline managed to get an inflection into the word master that implied ‘monster’ Carol looked to the basement door as if expecting me to appear.

“Couldn’t you have called the police? They would have done something.” Carol asked.

Pauline shook her head. “Nope! I heard what happens to some girls on the street, the cops get to do them, sometimes they don’t want witnesses and so the girls are never heard from again. I suppose there are some good cops but I don’t want to take the chance, anyway Billie-Jo wouldn’t want to risk her sister’s life.” Pauline hoped this explanation would satisfy Carol.

Then she notice that Carol was fidgeting slightly. “What’s wrong?” she asked the girl.

“I need to go to the . . . you know” she said slightly ashamed to admit this basic human need.

“Oh, yes I see, well I could get you a bedpan.” Pauline said, Carol bit her lip and then nodded.

“Please, I don’t think I can hold it.” She confided. Pauline went to the bathroom area and managed to reach a bedpan that was stored there she brought it back to Carol and positioned it beneath the girl. “Could you turn your back please.” She asked but was surprised when Pauline shook her head.

“No! this is something you’re supposed to get used to. But don’t worry, we all have to use it at times. It pleases the master, he thinks it debases us in some way.” Pauline told the girl.

“But don’t you find it embarrassing? I mean to do it in front of others?” Carol asked puzzled.

“Not really, as I said it’s something we all have to do, so why worry about who’s watching.” She smiled at Carol, “after a few times you won’t even notice anything’s wrong, just relax and let it flow.”

Carol considered this, she wanted to resist the effort but her bladder was giving her too much pressure to continue with the conversation, she strained and was almost shocked to hear the tinkling of her liquid splashing in the metal bowl.

As soon as she had finished Pauline handed her some toilet paper which she used to wipe herself without thinking, she then looked up at Pauline with a strange expression on her face. Pauline smiled and nodded.

“Yes, you see it’s not difficult. It’s different that’s all, we are not the owners of our bodies – that’s under masters control. Look on it like that, you’ll get used to it better.” Pauline said.

“But I’ve always been in control of myself, I can’t give it up just like that!” Carol protested.

Pauline, who was removing the bedpan, shook her head at that. “It’s not a matter of giving anything up, just changing your perspective of how things are. When you were at home you had to do what your parents said, right?” Carol thought for a moment and then nodded, “Okay then, but you’re not at home now are you?” a shake of Carol’s head showed she agreed with the statement. “Well then you have to follow the rules of this house, not your parents. Is that any clearer?”

Carol turned her face away from Pauline, she didn’t want to be like this, somehow knowing that Pauline was looking at her naked body was disgusting to her. Having to use a bedpan while strapped to a bed was also galling to her.

Pauline shook her head, she understood what was going though the girls’ head and felt sorry for her, but this was not the time to show it. “Now I’ve got to show you how to pleasure another girl, after that you will show me.”

Carol wrinkled her nose, “What do you mean?” She asked and then watched open-eyed as Pauline started kissing her chest – she didn’t have breasts at all, but there was no reaction in the girl.

Pauline got up in shock. “I thought you were twelve?” She asked.

“I am, why what’s wrong?” Carol asked.

“Didn’t you feel anything when I touched your breasts?” Pauline asked her seriously.

“Just your mouth, but that was all. Why?” Carol was now curious about Pauline’s actions

“Gee girl you should be feeling horny after that action. What’s wrong with you?” Pauline said.

“But I’ve never . . . I mean I’ve read some stories but I just thought it would come in time.” Carol said confused.

Pauline realised what was wrong but was following the script she was trying to get Carol to understand there was a problem. “I’ll show you, I’m just ten years old, but you lick my breasts.” She pointed to her just forming mounds.

Carol went to rise up but was still restrained by the shackles and so Pauline moved herself over Carols’ mouth. “Just lick them for a few minutes.” She asked.

Carol gave a mental shrug, there wasn’t anything more she could do, and then she extended her tongue and gave an experimental swipe with it across Pauline’s upper body.

“Oh yes!” Pauline sighed, “Do it again please.” Carol was surprised at the reaction but did as she was bidded. Pauline waited for a moment before getting up. Carol looked at the result, she could see Pauline’s nipples were engorged and slightly red.

“But what happened?” Carol asked.

“It’s normal for girls to react like that to stimulation. It’s all part of the sexual feelings that we can have.” Pauline said realising that she sounded more like Elizabeth than the young girl she was.

“But you’re younger than me! Why didn’t my tits react like that?” Carol asked Pauline didn’t answer her but started to move down Carol’s body and contemplated her cunt.

“Pauline? What are you. .? but that’s nasty why are you licking me down there?” Carol asked as Pauline started licking her slit, but it was useless as Carol didn’t react.

“Where the hell’s you clit?” Pauline demanded examining Carol’s slit closely, she then looked at Carol’s face, “You’ve really messed you body up haven’t you!” She accused Carol.

“What do you mean? How could I affect my body?” Carol asked.

Pauline again didn’t answer at first but stood in front of the girl. With her hands on her hips. “Look at me Carol! I am a ten year old girl! My body reacts to certain stimuli, it’s developing into womanhood. I have a cunt that lubricates when I get sexually aroused. I have tits, almost, that will soon allow me to nurse a baby which I will deliver from my own body. To maintain my body I have to devour food. I’m too young to need to diet. If I need to lose weight careful eating will allow me to do that. Just why do you think you should starve yourself at your age?” This was the vital question Pauline was hoping that the shock of her tirade would overcome Carol’s defences.

Carol just blinked with the amount of input she’d just been given. “But that’s what you have to do . . . Marcia said . . .” She paused and Pauline jumped in

“Who Marcia? What did she say? That you should kill yourself because that’s what you’re doing!”

“No! She didn’t. she told me that I’d never be a model as I was too fat, she said that I’d never get anywhere as I was. She said she’d help me.”

“HELP YOU! Girl all she’s done is made you give up on yourself! You don’t have to be thin to be a model! And at your age there’s no need!”

“That’s all you know. You have to train hard and make your body know who’s boss! Marcia said that all the books are wrong and that I had to do what she said, ‘cause her sister’s a model and she knew everything and had told Marcia.”

“How old is Marcia’s sister?” Pauline asked.

“Oh she’s twenty two and she’s been in films. But she calls herself Kitty Kat for films.” Carol said. “Isn’t that a cute name?”

Pauline kept quiet but thought that it sounded a daft name for an actress, more like a prostitute. “But if she’s over twenty then she probably needs to diet. She’s ten years older than you.”

“Marcia knows everything about modelling she told me so.” Carol insisted.

“But she didn’t tell you about exercising did she.” Pauline countered.

“Yes she did, but she said that you have to diet first and then start on the exercises. I just need to lose weight first.”

“Oh yes, and then you’d go far indeed . . . about six feet down I would think!” Pauline said and then removed the bedpan from beneath Carol to empty into the toilet. Leaving Carol to her thoughts.

When she returned Carol was gazing at her in thoughtful repose. Pauline decided that it wasn’t time to push the point she’d already given her enough to get on with. So she got onto the bed with the girl and went to sleep.