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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 6 ] I was upstairs with Billie-Jo, she was worried about Carol following her collapse but I put her mind at rest. “She’s only exhausted from the exercise; she wasn’t used to it, which is a pity since she needs to be fitter if she’s going to be a model.” I told Billie-Jo. “You mean she’s still going to be a model?” She asked me amazed. I nodded, “Of course! You don’t think I’m going to let her give up on that do you? I’ve got some contacts in that world.” At Billie-Jo’s look I had to smile, “Not all the models are slaves you know, well they’re slaves to fashion I suppose. Anyway I’m sure that I could get some details on what is expected of young models, enough to put her on the road to her dreams.” Billie-Jo smiled at me, “You know you’re really a nice guy.” And she kissed me on the lips, in a gesture that surprised both of us. I bundled her close to me and lifted her into my arms. “You tell anyone else and I’ll kill you.” I said smiling. Billie-Jo started to giggle at me as I threw her onto a nearby bed where she lay with her legs apart. “Please master if you’re going to kill be then be gentle.” She managed to say between giggles. I just looked at the young girl and shook my head. “You know if you’re going to be like that I might just leave you alone.” I told her as I stood above her. “Okay then you leave my lone and take the rest of me!” she moved her hands to the top of the bed and found that a pair of handcuffs were already there, she quickly fastened then onto her wrists. I had to smile at her as she lay there expectantly. I turned and left the room, I stood just outside the door and waited for a few minutes, hearing the cuff’s jingling away as Billie-Jo tried to release them, I had a few sets that could come undone by twisting them in a certain way, but this pair was a normal set. “Master! Help me they won’t come off!” Billie-Jo shouted. I cupped my hand over my mouth to muffle my voice, “Hurry up Billie-Jo or I’ll punish you!” “Master please help me, I can’t undo them!” She shouted out. I entered the room and looked at her. “So you’re disobeying me are you Billie-Jo?” I said to her and took her legs and tied them to the ends of the bed, quite simple when there are straps provided, she was now in a similar position to Carol down below. “Now my little prey, what do you say?” I asked Billie-Jo in a music-hall villain’s voice, if I had a moustache on I would have twirled it. Billie-Jo recognised my stance and started to scream piteously. “Please sir don’t hurt me, I’m just a little girl.” “Well my little beauty you’re in my power now!” I said with an evil laugh and started to stroke the body in front of me feeling her shiver as my rough hand passed over her skin. “Oh no sir, please don’t do that sir.” Billie-Jo protested as I started to concentrate on her forming breasts, teasing them to peaks. I then moved my hands down her body. “Oh sir, please my mummy said I shouldn’t touch myself there!” “So what girlie? I’m the one touching you ain’t I?” I said with a leer. “Oh so it must be all right then.” She said with a slight smile, slipping out of character. “Now do you surrender your body to me?” I said with a sneer in my voice. “No! Never sir, you will never hear me say that I give up!” she said defiantly “Thank you my dear, you just said it!” I gave a nasty cackle and kissed her breasts. “No I didn’t! I didn’t!!” She insisted and was still complaining as I lowered my body down onto hers. “Oh sir! Don’t sir, please don’t sir!” She said, her voice laughing away. “Don’t what girlie?” I asked her. “Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing!” She finally started to laugh as she pushed herself up to meet me, the fiction we were playing now gone. For the next few minutes I luxuriated in the tightness of her body as she raised her head to kiss me. Finally I finished and climbed off of her, she panted as I started to massage her breasts and clit, manually bringing her to a climax. When she finally gained her breath she smiled at me. “Thank you master, that was so nice, it’s been a long time since it was just you and me.” I nodded, “Yes I think the last time was when you were held in that brothel, and we weren’t really alone then.” She shivered as she recalled those times and went to hold me, I quickly undid the bonds that held her and pulled her to me, “I’m sorry BJ I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I said to her. “You didn’t master. You saved me remember? For that you can do whatever you wish to me.” She said this so serious that I knew she believed it! The fact that I was the one who really put her in that position by taking her originally was by the way. “Okay then! As your master here is my order. . . You will help me in the kitchen making up dinner for the four of us!” Billie-Jo got up and started to walk to the kitchen; she paused by the doorway and looked at me sadly. “I shouldn’t say this master, but I don’t think Carol would eat the food we made.” I smiled at her words, she was trying to prevent me from being too angry with Carol, but I knew she was right and so, to her surprise, I agreed with her. “Don’t worry Billie-Jo; she’ll have her dinner in a way she won’t believe.” --- Once in the kitchen I started to cook a full dinner for all of us, Billie-Jo was still working out how I was going to convince Carol to eat it. The dinner was a stew, nice and simple and easy to heat up if needed. I dished up generous portions for myself, Pauline and Billie-Jo. Then as Billie-Jo watched I started to put another portion into a liquidiser. The sounds of the liquidiser made Billie-Jo turn round and stare. “Why are you doing that master?” She asked me. “Well Carol won’t eat the food, so I’m going to give her a liquid diet until she’s ready to chew and swallow her food properly.” I told her. “But what if she tried that trick of being sick again?” “She’ll be the only one dressed for dinner.” I said and then amended the statement, “Well apart from me that is!” I instructed Billie-Jo to get the ‘Alice’ costume from bedroom and to bring along the control unit for it. I finished creating the meal for Carol and placed it into a large cup along with a straw. Billie-Jo arrived with the costume and helped me with the plates as we took the dinner downstairs. --- In the basement I found Pauline standing beside the table. Carol was still lying on the bed, she couldn’t have moved due to the restraints holding her on the bed. I placed the food on the table and told Pauline and Billie-Jo to sit and start to eat their food. I walked to the bed and looked at the girl lying on it. She looked back at me. I shook my head. “I don’t know girl, you say you want to be a model. Yet when I give you a simple exercise to follow you just faint while doing it!” I began to unlock her shackles she started to pull away from me but I raised my hand in a threat to hit her she stayed still and allowed me to finish my task. “Now you will use the toilet and wash yourself. Then you will return to me here. You have five minutes.” She went towards the bathroom area. Once by the toilet she looked back at me and the table where Pauline and Billie-Jo were busy eating. Then she put a determined look onto her face and sat on the toilet, I could have cheered her for the courage it took her – but that would have been out of place, so I made no reaction but started to prepare the costume that she would be wearing. The flushing of the toilet announced that Carol had finished that part of my instructions; the sound of water into the basin told me that she was following my orders. She emerged from the bathroom area and was standing in front of me; I checked my watch, 4 minutes and 50 seconds. “Not bad, you look presentable but you need to gain some weight. I don’t know what the buyers are thinking about, but they still want you!” I shook my head as I was saying that. “This means that I’ve got to get you up to normal body weight and fitness.” She looked at me open mouthed and started to complain. “But I want to be a model . . . You can’t just. . .” I gave her a light smack on the face to stop her and then I shouted at her. “You will be exactly what I tell you to be. You want to be a model?” She nodded her head while holding the side of her face. “Fine! You will be a model, but it’s going to be hard for you. You’re going to learn the trade inside and out. You are going to train your body as it should be – no more half hearted little tries. Because if you can’t do it . . . Then tough! Now put this on!” I handed her the costume. She looked at it in surprise, before starting to put on the dress. Once she was wearing the costume she was a bizarre sight, almost a skeleton in a pretty dress, again I pitied her. I directed her to sit at the table in her place and then handed her the cup. She looked at it in shock. “Well girl? What are you waiting for? Start eating your meal.” I began to eat my meal all the time keeping an eye on Carol. She had taken a sip of the liquid through the straw. It was like drinking a hot MacDonald’s milkshake, but with more protein and fat content! She started to flag and was pulling away from the straw after completing half of the contents. “Carol, if you stop now I’ll be forced to punish both Pauline and Billie-Jo, you can drink more!” I intoned, mentally I had decided that she could take two-thirds of the cup without problem and was going to ensure that she did so. Billie-Jo whispered to Carol, “Please Carol, you don’t know how hard he can be.” Carol was looking down at the cup in front of her and so didn’t see the wink that Billie-Jo passed to me. I winked back at her but kept an eye on Carol. Finally she managed to drink as much as I thought she could stand. “That’s enough Carol; I’ll permit you to stop there!” There was a look of gratitude in Carol’s face as she put the cup down. Then realisation hit and she raised her hand. “Please sir . . .” “Master!” Hissed Pauline. “Sorry. Please master, can I leave the table. I need to use the toilet.” Carol asked meekly. “You may. But I will not allow you to make yourself sick.” I told her, but she was out of her seat after the first few words. She approached the bowl of the toilet and started to move her hands to her mouth. I pressed some buttons on the controller in my pocket, instantly Carol’s arms moved down to her sides, however she was still moving forwards and couldn’t stop! This meant that she ended up lying across the seat of the toilet. “WHAT’S HAPPENING?” She started to scream out in panic, “I can’t move! Help ME!” I leisurely got up and walked to the struggling girl. “Is there a problem?” I asked her. “I can’t move! What’s wrong with me?” She hadn’t realised that it was the costume holding her. “Well I did say that you couldn’t waste your meal again. I took steps to make sure of that!” I reached down and got her to her feet again. Carol tried to move her arms but failed. “You drugged the food!” she accused me, but was taken aback when I laughed at that. “Why would I do that?” I countered. “You are under my control, and here it is!” I produced the controller and showed it to her. “This is the marvellous gadget that will ensure your co-operation. Now shake my hand and then follow me!” I pressed some buttons on the controller – it was a pre-programmed command, and Carol was amazed as her right hand came up and I grasped it. We shook twice and then I released her hand. I pressed another button and walked back to the table. “Pauline – Billie-Jo help me! I can’t stop myself.” Carol pleaded as I walked pass the table and out of the cell. I started to walk around the basement, with an unwilling Carol following. I quickened my pace and was satisfied to hear a panting Carol close behind. “There you are Carol, a nice brisk walk to help your digestion.” I told her. She didn’t have the breath to answer. I did several more laps around the basement before returning to cell area. I walked over to the bathroom area and stood still. Carol walked up to me and stopped. I could see her chest raising and lowering with her exhaustion. At a command from me Billie-Jo and Pauline, who had remained quiet all this time, came over and started to undress Carol from the costume. Once naked I ordered all three girls into the shower. Carol was almost asleep as the other two girls started to wash her body, a slight protuberance showed where her stomach was. As the three dried off I spoke to Carol again. “Very well young lady. You will become a model. But you will be a model slave to begin with! You will eat the meals I provide and follow the exercise routines that I tell you. You will also take lessons – I’m not allowing you to use this as an excuse to be ignorant!” Carol was too exhausted to protest and allowed herself to be escorted to the bed, where once again she was shackled. This time Billie-Jo received the chain and relative freedom of the cell, while I took Pauline upstairs with me. Once I’d locked the upper door Pauline was in my arms. “Oh master, she doesn’t know anything! She’s ruined her body – you’d think she was a child the way her body acts! She’s never known pleasure in touching her breasts or clit. In fact they haven’t developed at all! We have to help her master!” She was imploring me now. I held her while she was speaking. “We will my love, but it’s going to take time.” Pauline nodded her understanding and then sagged against me. “Can you take me to bed and hold me? I don’t want to do anything else for now.” She said which showed how worried she was. I quickly rinsed off the plates and pans and joined her in the bedroom. Pauline started crying as I held her and started to tell me about what had happened earlier. . . “. . . So it was this Marcia who convinced Carol that she was fat and that she should be a model. And she’s using her sister as an example.” Pauline finished. “You know I’ve heard the name Kitty Kat before, I just wonder where?” I said but found that Pauline was falling asleep. I soon followed her. |