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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 10 ] Looking back it was at that point, when Carol said for herself that she was ill, that we turned a corner. With the evidence that her parents knew about her disappearance she then saw that we were trying to help her, although it was under a strange guise for help. I watched the girls on the monitor, Carol was searching though an encyclopaedia and smiling then I watched her turn the pages back to another entry and could have sworn that she blushed she quickly closed the book and put it back. She carried a notepad back to her place and started to write what appeared to be an essay. I carried on with my work, I was planning lessons for Carol that would start to mesh with Pauline and Billie-Jo’s. I received a message from Bill I opened it and read it through. ‘Thanks for info, will take steps to ensure problem is corrected.’ Inside me something felt pity for Marcia . . . but not much! After a few hours, time which seemed to fly by, I had finished. I knew that it would be hard work for Carol, but she’ll be ahead of her classmates when, I was thinking of when’s now not if’s, she returned to school. But now it was time to cook the meal, I had several prepared meals ready to heat and serve, these took nearly an hour to heat through – I could have micro-waved them but something is lost in that. I rang the bell in the basement, Billie-Jo and Pauline stopped what they were doing and looked at the camera, then Billie-Jo called to Carol who also stopped her writing and paid attention to the camera. “Okay girls, I’m heating up the food now. I want you all to shower and prepare for dinner, two sets of cutlery I’m afraid, Carol you will be drinking your meal until your system can cope with solid food again.” I could see Carol’s face drop as I said this, but Pauline said a few words which Carol nodded at and seemed mollified at that. I switched off the microphone and watched the three girls run to the shower; somehow the whole atmosphere in the basement had changed. I spent time watching the three playing with the water. Carol still had trouble using the toilet in front of the other girls but tried not to show it. On their part Billie-Jo and Pauline ignored her and were talking face to face, to the side of the toilet. When Carol finished and got up Billie-Jo took her place and did her business while still talking to Pauline. Carol tried hard not to look when Pauline took her place. But she was brought into the girls’ conversation meaning that she had to speak to Pauline while she was still sitting there. The cooker’s bell rang telling me the dinner was ready, I took Carol’s meal from the oven and placed it into a liquidiser, I left it to pulp the meal down while I got the rest of the meals out and onto a tray. I poured Carol’s food into a large cup and tested that it was hot enough to ‘eat’. Thanks to the peas in the food the concoction was a dark green colour but the nutritional value of the meal shouldn’t have changed because of that. I pressed the buzzer to let the girls know I was coming down to the basement. When I arrived in the basement all three were standing by the table, Billie-Jo had a smile on the face. All three of them waited for me to put the food on the table and then they bowed to me. “Good afternoon master.” They said in unison and giggled. “Good afternoon slaves, I do hope you’ve done the assigned work, or I might have to punish you!” I said with a straight face. “Of course master.” Pauline spoke for them all and placed the dishes out for the others to take. Carol took her mug and looked at it suspiciously for a moment, then started to sip at it. “What’s in this master?” She asked. “Just the same as the girls have, only I’ve liquefied it so that you can digest it easier. Although your stomach could handle solid foods it’s better that we don’t put too much strain on it to begin with. That was the problem we had with the breakfast, even if you hadn’t manually thrown it up your stomach might have of its own accord.” I told her. Carol stopped drinking to look at me, she didn’t seem to believe my words, but then Pauline spoke up. “I’m afraid that’s true Carol, you’ve noticed that you’ve been eating less and less these past few months?” She asked, Carol nodded, “Well what’s happened is that your body has been leaching more fat and non-essential sources from your body, tendons and such. By the way when was your last period?” This abrupt change of subject caught Carol by surprise, and the result was that she sprayed out her food onto the table, causing Billie-Jo to laugh. Carol bit her tongue and looked at me, my smirk telling her that I wasn’t annoyed. “I’m sorry master; I didn’t mean to do that.” She said to me taking a napkin and mopping up what she could, then she turned to Pauline and hissed, “Don’t ask that when there’s a man nearby, it’s embarrassing!” “What’s so embarrassing about having periods? I know what they are and I know all women have them. It’s a part of nature that’s all.” I told her – I think I was sounding like Joyce Brothers when I said that. “Don’t worry about master; he’s used to girls’ things.” Pauline said with a laugh, Billie-Jo got the double meaning even if Carol didn’t. “But have you?” Carol’s head dropped down and she shook it before saying softly, “No, I’ve never had a period, I don’t think it’s time yet.” She said. “I’m sorry Carol, but that’s not right. I know with some girls menses can take some time to start, but that not your problem.” She waited for Carol to continue to sip at her meal, “Because of what you did to your body, it’s held back on your reproductive system, it’s not necessary to you.” Carol looked from Pauline to me, I could read the question in her eyes and nodded, “Pauline is currently the expert in the field here, I asked her to read up on your problem.” Carol put the cup down and shook her head, “But that can’t be right! I mean it’s just that I’m developing slower than other, people don’t age at the same time you know.” She said trying to convince us. Billie-Jo spoke up, “But that’s not true is it Carol? You’ve seen our clits and felt how they react to your tongue haven’t you?” Carol blushed and hung her head. I spoke softly to her, “Carol it’s alright, I know what these two are like, I’m used to them sharing my bed at night, and we don’t only sleep you know.” She looked up at me, “You have sex with them?” She asked me I nodded. “Of course he does, he trains sex slaves don’t he? I’m one of his trainees and Pauline’s a volunteer. We’ve been trained so that we’re good at what we do, ain’t we Pauline?” Billie-Jo said candidly. Carol looked around her chair at me and then looked at my lap, I was still dressed at this time but my trousers were slightly tight after the talk from the girls. She shook her head and then turned to Billie-Jo. “You can’t have taken all of him?” She asked and then blushed bright red – a colour that took over most of her body as she looked back at me. I smiled slightly, “That’s okay Carol. You should hear some of the conversations we’ve had at dinner. But to answer your question . . . yes! Both girls are capable of accepting me inside themselves, and I try to make it pleasurable for them both.” “But not at the same time though!” Pauline said laughing, “Well no man is that good.” Billie-Jo said. “Slave!” I said, with a whole threat of pain in the word. “Yes master?” Billie-Jo said innocently. “You never bring up your master’s shortcumming with others.” I told her deliberately giving the girls the benefit of the spelling of the word, Pauline and Billie-Jo started to laugh leaving Carol looking at the two girls as if they were mad. Pauline took pity on her and whispered a few words. Carol giggled and then looked at me and blushed again. “I think girls we’d better carry on with our food before it gets cold!” I said to bring the girls back to normal, the only trouble being that every now and then one of the girls would start to laugh which started the others off. Carol was still the last one to finish her ‘meal’ but finally managed it, I looked at her closely. “You don’t want to use the toilet do you?” I asked her. She bit her lip and shook her head. “No master, if I did I’d just try to throw up what I’ve just eaten, can you let Billie-Jo hold me for a few minutes though.” Her request surprised me but I nodded. Billie-Jo went to Carol and gently took hold of her shoulders. Carol raised her hands and lightly grasped Billie-Jo’s hands; she rubbed her cheeks on Billie-Jo’s hands. “You were nice to me on my first night, if you hadn’t had been there I don’t know what I would have done!” Billie-Jo kissed the back of Carol’s neck, “But you would have survived that night, we wouldn’t have allowed you to be too scared.” Carol looked at me, “But why did you act like that? Why didn’t you just ask me to come?” I laughed at that, “You mean I should have said, come with me thin and fair maiden I will fill your bones with meat and place you on a catwalk if you do as I say? Would you have believed me?” She thought for a moment and then laughed. “Nooooo I don’t think so!” She said and then she thought again, “Master why is it that I’m not scare of you anymore, why am I happy that you’re here with me?” I was at a loss about this as well, but Pauline had the answer. “It’s you Carol – you’ve seen that you are ill. You’ve realised that we’re trying to help you and you have accepted our help.” She looked at me with slightly hooded eyes, “And it helps that master is able to ‘convince’ you to trust us!” Carol was puzzled and looked at me, “How does she mean ‘convince’?” “Master is special, he doesn’t know how but people trust him, and they will obey him! But that’s if he wants to.” Billie-Jo said softly into Carol’s ear. “And believe me Carol I do want to help you.” I told her. “But you’ve never heard of me before! Why did you decide to help me?” “That’s due to your uncle; he’s the one who asked me. He was very worried about you and thought I could help you. But as Pauline said you’re the one who is able to start your healing. “Why did you tie me to the bed?” She asked me I smiled and opened up my arms, “Hey I didn’t say I wasn’t kinky! I like to restrain my subjects. Anyway they can’t run in the dark and hurt themselves. If any of my people are going to be hurt I should do it!” Pauline shook her head, “Master…!” She said, “Carol, you were frightened of us and what we might do to you, also it’s a matter of control, if you’re force to do something that you don’t want to do it’s better if you have no apparent choice in it. Would you normally piss in a bedpan in front of us?” Carol blushed and shook her head. Billie-Jo rubbed her shoulders and said, “That’s alright Carol, we’re here to help you, Part of it involves taking control from you and forcing you to do things that you’d never do before – to achieve that you have to allow us to decide things for you.” At Carol’s blank look I nodded, “It would be easier if you weren’t aware of what we were trying to do to you. So instead of being shouted at and forced to watch Billie-Jo and Pauline get your punishment – knowing that it was you who deserved it. You’ve now got to do what we tell you when we do so.” She still looked puzzled at that and so I decided on a demonstration. “Okay, stand in the middle of the room!” She got up and did so, I stood behind her, “Okay now fall backwards!” She bent her knees and then looked back at me. I stopped her and told her not to look back, just to fall backwards. “What? No way!” She said “Why not?” I asked. “I’ll hurt myself that’s why!” I called Pauline to join us which she immediately did. “Pauline, fall back!” Pauline kept rigid and toppled back into my arms. “Why did you do that?” I asked her. “Because you told me to master.” Pauline replied. “But what if I wasn’t there? Then what?” I asked her. “Master, you wouldn’t allow me to get hurt deliberately.” Pauline said smiling sweetly at me. I kissed her on the lips and then righted her to return to her seat. I turned to Carol. “You see, that is what you have to have! Full faith in me. Understand?” I said to her softly. “I do master, but it’s difficult for me.” She started to cry, normally tears have no effect on me, I can’t allow them to! But I held her close to me, feeling her body heave with each sob. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed. “Rest there for an hour, and then you’ll go through some more exercises with Barney.” I told her softly, she nodded. “Will you tie me to the bed again?” She asked me “Do you want me to?” I countered. She thought for a moment and then looked at me seriously, “Master, I want whatever you tell me I can have.” And she smiled at me. I laughed and shook my head. I took some handcuffs and lightly attached one to the side of the bed and left the other one free. While I was walking back to the table and the two girls sitting there I heard the sound of a cuff being fitted to Carol’s wrists . . . Pauline made an ‘Okay’ sign as I didn’t look back. I sat back at the table. Billie-Jo had bussed the plates so that they were all stacked on the tray. It was Pauline’s turn to remain with Carol, but I needed to talk with her, or rather the Elizabeth aspect of her. Billie-Jo nodded her acceptance of my order and Pauline picked up the tray and accompanied me out of the cell and up the stairs away from the basement. --- We were washing the plates and talking about Carol’s sudden acceptance of her situation, it still seemed strange to hear this young girl talking with the assurance of a grown woman. “It’s understandable for a captive to identify with her captor, although it does normally take several weeks before that happens.” Pauline/Elizabeth said. “But you told her that it was my mythical power that was working on her!” I said following what she was saying. She gave a small smile, “Well that’s not really proven of course but hypothesizing that you have an influence on your subjects it’s possible that she has accepted both her illness and the help you’re offering. What are your plans for now?” I had to think for a few minutes before answering, “Well I think another few days on liquids and then we’ll start her on more solid foods, keep up the light exercises, increasing them to four times a day for a week and then gradually build her up to tougher ones. Education? I don’t think it’s wise to give her too much of a Ropeville education, maybe self-defence?” I paused there for a moment before reconsidering, “Well I think that should be left until later, when we’re really sure of her. Okay then lessons, normal subjects during the mornings and extra-curricular ones in the afternoon, like make-up sessions, basic sexuality and sex-education enough to let her react like teenagers always do but she’ll need to understand the pitfalls and how to avoid them!” Pauline smiled consolingly as I said this and then she said, “You’re going to have to get her examined on a regular basis, although I’ve got a rudimentary knowledge of medicine I know that problems can occur. The immune system is weak and even a cold could have disastrous effects of such a person.” ”The basement is well heated and I’m sure we’re all fit, but I’ll increase our vitamin and minerals intake just in case.” I said. Pauline/Elizabeth nodded her agreement with that. “Well there is nothing more I can suggest at the moment, but just one thing while I’m still controlling this body . . .” She paused and smiled at me, and then she asked, “Why haven’t you spent a night with her?” While I was considering my answer her whole attitude changed and I knew that Pauline was back. She reached up and kissed me. “I’m sorry master, she shouldn’t have asked that!” Pauline said. I returned her kiss and then shook my head. “No, it was a valid question, we’re all trying to help Carol and maybe by my staying with her overnight it might help her!” “Oh yeah? Her or you? You realise you won’t get your morning blow-job don’t you!” She said impishly. I smiled at her and picked her up. “Well in that case I suppose I’d better get relaxed beforehand!” I said as I carried her into the bedroom. |