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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 8 ] I was searching the internet for Kitty Kat, I’d tried the normal databases, but apart from some British Cat food site, I drew a blank. I then followed Pauline’s advice and searched some of the adults sites – Bingo! ‘Kitty Kat. This feline fancy will purr for you’ screamed out on my screen. I read the information given, her age was 19? – well it wasn’t unusual for ages to be altered. It gave a list of films she’d appeared in. I found two obvious titles ‘Kat on a hot dick’ and ‘Dawg Katures’ which I decided to buy using my secure connection. They would be deleivered in a few days time. I glanced up at the monitor screen. Billie-Jo and Pauline were going through their heavy callisthenics – routines that Carol couldn’t even dream of doing at the moment. Carol herself was reading one of the books I’d left. I couldn’t see the cover but knew that it was Animal Farm. I could see her taking sly glances at the two girls moving in front of her. I’d already learnt that she had trusted both of them, was there some yearning there? It wasn’t unusual for girls to experiment and this wasn’t a normal location for her. A glance at the clock showed that it was almost lunch time. For today I had sandwiches for myself, Pauline and Billie-Jo, with at high protein drink for Carol. I’d also had arranged juice for the three of us. I rang the bell and the two girls stopped their actions, turned to the camera and bowed. “Lunch will be in 10 minutes time, you will wash yourselves and be ready at the table in this time. Carol you will be dressed for this.” I pressed a command key on the compute and the Alice costume lowered itself into the cell via a dumb-waiter setup. All the girls stared as the door opened to reveal this – not even Billie-Jo or Pauline knew about this item. I switched off the speaker knowing that it would make a ‘click’ in the basement, I watched Pauline and Billie-Jo move the mats they were exercising on to the edge of the cell and then walk to where Carol was looking around. The picked her up in their arms and carried her over to the bathroom area. I went to the kitchen and started on the food. --- Once they heard the ‘click’ of the speaker being switched off Billie-Jo and Pauline looked at each other and smiled. They knew that Carol was trying to read the George Orwell book and was keeping away from the Anonymous book, they finished tidying the exercise area and went to Carol. “Now Carol you heard what master said, we’ve got nine minutes so you’d better use the john first. They picked up the older girl by the arms. Billie-Jo made sure that a book mark was left marking Carol’s progress in the book. They then carried the protesting girl to the toilet and made her sit on it. This time both girls stood and watched her closely. “I can’t go while you’re looking!” Carol complained. “Why not? We’ve both seen you use a bedpan.” Said Pauline “Yeah, and you know what? It stank!” added Billie-Jo “So what’s different now?” Pauline completed. “But that was when I was unable to get off the bed. I didn’t have a choice!” Carol protested. “Only now you’ve got the same choice, so hurry up or master will punish us for not being ready.” At that reminder Carol gave up and started to empty her bladder. As she did that Pauline went to the basin and started washing herself. Once Carol had finished Billie-Jo handed her some toilet paper to wipe herself with and then took her place as Carol got up and went to join Pauline. “That wasn’t fair you know!” Carol complained as she washed. “You think that’s not fair? You wait until master’s down here watching you!” Pauline said. “He wouldn’t? Would he?” Carol has horrified. “Sure he would. Some guys get off on that!” Pauline told her. “Get off on what?” Billie-Jo asked as she joined them. Pauline left Carol to explain while she used the toilet. “Oh yeah, there’s quite a crowd who likes watching girls on the john.” Billie-Jo agreed, “It drives them wild.” “But that’s nasty” “Yep, but remember most of that type can’t do anything much. It’s the only way they can get off.” Billie-Jo said with a smile. “Get off?” queried Carol “You know, it pops their fuses, makes their day. That’s what.” Billie-Jo laughingly said. But at Carol’s blank look Billie-Jo turned to Pauline who had joined them to wash her hands. “It gives them a sexual charge, that’s what Billie-Jo meant.” She explained, “Now hurry up, we’ve got to get you dressed for Lunch.” “Do I have to wear it? I don’t like it.” Carol tried to struggle but the two girls were too much for her. “YOU don’t like it? How do you think we feel? We’re not allowed to wear clothes here and you get to wear the dress!” Pauline said as she finished fastening the zip which activated the passive sensors in the suit. --- When I arrived at the cell I found the three girls waiting by the table. Carol looked awkward in the costume, she was pulling at the sleeves but was unable to loosen them. “Good afternoon slaves. I hope you are ready for lunch?” I addressed them all. I looked at Carol as the three girls answered me, Carol appeared to have learnt that lesson. I placed the food on the table in front of the girls, I said grace and then started to eat my sandwich, at this Billie-Jo and Pauline started to eat theirs, Carol looked at the container and its straw. I paused in my eating to address Carol. “Well girl, go ahead and start drinking your meal, I’ve ensured that it tastes nice and has all the nutriments that you need. This time you have to eat all of it!” She looked at me but noticed that my eyes looked towards Pauline and Billie-Jo. She sighed and started to suck away at the straw. I couldn’t resist it as she was sucking away. I smiled and said, “It will also help you to practise cock-sucking.” She started to choke as some of the liquid went down the wrong way. “Now what’s wrong bitch? You do realise why you’ve been kidnapped don’t you?” I waited for her to stop choking. She looked at me, silent for a moment, and then realise that I had asked her a question. “Yes master, but I’ve never thought about it before.” She said her face blushing. I laughed, “Well you’ve had a few days to get used to your situation. I think it’s time for some theory work. I will be showing you some films later on this week . . . Keep on with your meal you only need to listen for now,” I had to remind her to keep drinking, “they will be instructional and enlightening for your.” I could see puzzled looks on Pauline and Billie-Jo’s faces. I made a gesture to encompass the whole table. “Well, come on girls, finish your meal.” And I went back to my sandwiches. --- We had to wait for Carol to finish her food, she was looking uncomfortable and went to move away from the table. “Do you want anything Carol?” I asked her She glanced at the toilet and then at her costume, “I wanted to go to the toilet master.” She said. “Why slave? For what reason?” I asked her. “Please master, I’ve eaten too much food. I need to get rid of it, I’ve been told that it’s bad for me. Please let me do it!” She pleaded. I sat back in my chair my hand resting on the controller for the suit. “No slave, you forget that I’m in charge of your body now. You have no choice at the moment. If I decide that you will eat everything I give you then that is what you will do. And I refuse to let you void any of that food for now!” I could see a determined look in her eyes as she slowly started to move her hands upwards, before Billie-Jo or Pauline could move her hands went to her mouth. But I only had to press a button and Carol’s hands stopped their motion. “NOOoooooo!” She screamed out. “I’m afraid so. As I said your body is under my control, not yours! Now sit here while the girls tidy up. I got up from the table and watched as Pauline and Billie-Jo placed the plates and cups onto a tray. I directed Billie-Jo to go upstairs to wash them and Pauline to set up the cell for lessons. Carol was force to remain in her seat until I chose to release her. --- I took a leisurely walk around the cell ensuring that it was neat and tidy – pity the poor slave who failed to maintain neatness in their area, but luckily for them it was clean. Carol watched me as I walked around; I think she was expecting me to make her follow me again. But I was being lenient to her for now, I should punish her for trying to make herself sick, but this was even worse – she didn’t know if I was going to take it out on Pauline and Billie-Jo or not. But by leaving her the food had a better chance of being digested. I walked back to where Carol was sitting. “Well slave, I’m going to leave you here for the next half hour, do you require anything to drink before I remove Pauline?” I asked her She shook her head without speaking. I lightly slapped her face. “OW! What was that for!” She was back to her rebellious type again, for which I was happy – yes happy! I didn’t want her to become a slave type, she would need spirit for regaining her weight. “For one thing slave you failed to answer me, and for a second you’ve forgotten to call me master again!” I called Pauline over to me and placed her over Carol’s lap. As she watched in horror I began to smack Pauline on the ass. With each strike Pauline would say ‘thank you master’ After 5 hits I turned again to Carol. “Now slave I’ll ask you again. Do you require anything to drink?” I kept my tone friendly. “No thank you master.” Carol replied through clenched teeth, her tone was slightly disrespectful but I let it pass. I smiled at her and picked up Pauline, carrying her from the cell and out of the basement. I closed and locked the door and carried Pauline up to the top of the stairs. When I put her down she started to rub her ass. “I hope she learns soon, this must be very painful to HER!” Pauline laughingly said as she soothed her buns. “I’m sorry Pauline, I didn’t think I was hitting that hard.” I said, I was concerned – if I had misjudged my pressure on the girl I must be losing my grip. Pauline turned to me and smiled. “Of course you weren’t master, but I had to convince Carol that you were . . .” She paused for a moment to allow her words to register and then added, “. . . but I wanted to know how you felt about me still?” I went down on one knee, so that my face was in line with hers, and gently kissed her. “I adore you Pauline, both you and Billie-Jo. You are the daughters I would have wanted, and the slaves I deserved. I will always have a place for you both in my heart.” On hearing this Pauline wrapped her arms around me and started to cry. I was surprised when another set of arms joined her and I heard Billie-Jo crying away as well. I put my arms around the two girl’s waists and then lifted them up. I carried them to the living room and sat down on the settee while they cried themselves out. When they were calmer I started to tell them what I had found out on the net and about the two videos I’d ordered. “I knew that name didn’t sound like a model.” Pauline said. “And you were right. Now I wonder if Marcia knows about that? And if so why did she treat Carol as she did?” I said. Billie-Jo was the quickest with an answer, “Well she could have been jealous of Carol and wanted to bring her down a peg or two.” “Just down a peg or two? She could have killed her! She deserves something!” Pauline said angrily. “Like what?” I asked although I did have an idea which I wondered if the girls would appreciate. “I don’t know, if only I could get my hands on her.” Pauline said and then started to grin, “Master? You know you said sometime ago that there are others like you around?” I nodded remembering what I had told the girls about my profession; some were like me but harsher more like the monster I was trying to be to Carol. “Well couldn’t they show Marcia what it’s like?” I frowned in thought, “I don’t know . . . some of them can be really rough on their subjects.” Billie-Jo chimed in, “Well they needed go the full routine, just a few days, just to scare her.” Pauline laughed, “Yeah, why don’t you let your friend know about Marcia, leave it to him.” She suggested. And that’s what we did! I sent an email to Bill, letting him know that Carol was safe and having food. And then adding Pauline’s tale of why Carol was on the diet. I then added Kitty Kat’s résumé to the mail and sent it to him, suggesting that some corrective measures might be required. After the email had been sent Billie-Jo snuggled up to me, “I hope he won’t go too far.” She said “I do! She deserves everything she gets as far as I’m concerned!” Pauline said aggressively, “Carol’s too nice a girl to get conned like that!” It seems that Carol had some friends in this house. |