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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 13 ] “SHE WANTS TO DO WHAT? AND YOU SAID YES!” That was Pauline who nearly dropped a plate. What had caused this? Well I had mentioned that Carol wanted to write a letter to her parents, I knew she wouldn’t like it and so I was prepared for some words. “Of course I did! It’s not as if she’s a real slave in training is she?” I said smiling. “No, no I suppose not, but I don’t understand why you said yes like that? You’ve never let me write a letter.” She said pouting. “I’m sorry Pauline; I never knew you wanted to. You’ve never asked me before!” I told her. “No, because it wasn’t my place to do so, either.” She said hanging her head. “Well then if you want to write to anyone you may do so.” I told her, “and next time don’t be afraid to ask me for anything, my answer may surprise you.” “Oh thank you master, I suppose I couldn’t have some friends here for a sleep over?” She said smiling. I smiled as well, “Of course, mind you they’ll have to sleep in the cell downstairs.” I told her “Some of them might like that!” She said laughing, “But back to Carol, how are you going to get her letter home, and what can she write? Can you see her parents learning that her friendly kidnapper is a child sex slave trainer?” “Yeesss, it could be a problem for them, I don’t think Bill’s actually told them what I do? I suppose I’ll have to censor her letters before they can go.” I said wincing at what could be given away accidentally by Carol. “They? You think she’ll be sending more than one?” She said incredulously. “Of course. Once we let her write one she’s going to expect to be able to write more, hopefully she’ll be better soon and her letters will reflect that.” I finished the drying and we walked to the living room. A look at the monitor showed Carol writing away and Billie-Jo doing some more exercises. I sat down on the settee and Pauline sat on my lap. “Daddy, you’re not going soft are you?” She asked me. “Well not at the moment, touching your body is making me quite hard as a matter of fact!” I said to her She said, “Oh you!” and hit me with her fist, quite lightly as it happened, “No what I meant was that you seem to be quite lenient with Carol than you’ve been with the other girls” Her tone was enquiring, but I could sense that it wasn’t Pauline who was actually talking. “Hello Elizabeth you should really let me know when you’re taking over.” I said to her. “How could you tell? I tried to sneak in.” Pauline/Elizabeth said. “It’s the body language as well as the tone of the voice, that’s what gives you away.” I told her. She shook her head, “This is harder than it seems. Anyway back to my question, why are you going so soft with Carol?” She wouldn’t be turned from this, I think she was planning to report this back to Ropeville. “Okay in the first place both Billie-Jo and Pauline decided that Carol didn’t need the harsh approach, I agreed with them. She has been better once she understood her problem, but I do think there might be problems later on, we’ll have to be ready for them. Finally last night I acted on your request and slept with her, that was educational as well. So thank you for that suggestion.” She smiled slightly at that. “So you don’t think that she’s going to just roll over and let you do what you want with her?” she asked me. “Why is it that you always seem to talk in innuendos? Carol is a young girl who will at some stage try to rebel against my authority then Mr. Purple will be Master Purple, don’t have any fears about that. Now can I have Pauline back please?” “Certainly Master Purple, I just had to make sure you were still under your own control, not hers!” Pauline blinked and then looked at me. “I’m sorry about that master; I didn’t want her to do that.” I smiled at her, “I know that Pauline, but she did need to ask.” I could understand if the council was getting worried about me, what I did wonder is how they could have learnt of this, but then I had left Pauline and Billie-Jo alone last night so it would have been easy . . . But then I wasn’t supposed to know about that aspect of Pauline’s and she wouldn’t remember anything about it either. Now I had to get a few things done, I’d already told Pauline about Carol’s fears and that I’d have to check with Bill about Marcia’s condition and Carol’s request. Oh yes, I would have to prepare him for her letter. Pauline shifted her position again which allowed my cock to enter her cunt without problems. She kissed my face as she started to move her body up and down. “You must be ill master, not to let Carol relieve you as she wanted to.” “That was the main reason for stopping her. It was her idea to do that; she didn’t ask me if she could!” I said trying to keep a straight face – amongst other things that was. “But we never ask you when we do it?” Pauline protested. I smiled at her. “But then you’re family. Carol’s a guest!” I patently explained, “You have precedence over her and she should ask for the privilege shouldn’t she?” “Ooohhhh yyeesssss masterrrr!” Pauline purred as she started to climax, feeling her spasm caused me to spurt inside her. She rested on my lap for a few minutes recovering and then kissed me again. “Thank you master for explaining that to me.” And she got off to go to the bathroom, she returned shortly with a cloth and started to clean my cock off of our juices. I did expect her to suck me clean but didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry master for doubting you, I’d better get back to Billie-Jo and Carol now. Will you come down at lunch time?” She asked me. “Of course I will, I might even come down earlier just to check your school work. Now study hard.” I told her and sent her on her way with a pat to her ass.
I dialled Bill’s number, it rang a couple of times and then he answered. “Yes?” It was a cautious answer, as if he expected bad news. “No problems at the moment Bill, she’s fine and I’m getting food into her.” I said cheerfully for his benefit. “Thank god Paul, I was worried about her, after what you told me with Marcia I thought she might have done something stupid?” he said. I laughed at that, “No the only stupid thing she’s done is to accept her situation and that she’s ill. I do have a problem though.” I said “What is it? Quick tell me. If there’s anything I can do to help her just let me know!” Bill started to panic “Nothing much Bill, it’s just that she wants to write to her parents. I’m concerned about how much she should be allowed to say about me?” Bill laughed, “Well to be honest she doesn’t know what I do? I think my brother in law has an idea but he’s never really asked me. It’s not the type of subject people talk about.” “What do they think you do? Just in case Carol starts asking awkward questions about your involvement.” And because I was interested as well. “They think I’m a researcher for a television station, looking into all things for quiz programs.” He said laughing away “Do they pay enough? I mean for the money you must have?” I asked him. “I never mention it, and Dave’s too honest to enquire.” Bill ended the subject there by adding, “If you’ll send Carol’s letter via the normal route I’ll get it sent on.” “After you check it of course!” It wasn’t a question. “Of course! I’m sorry Paul but I’m going to have to be cautious, you must admit that this is a first, allowing one of these to write home!” I didn’t laugh so much as snort with amusement, “You think so, I’ve almost been told that I’ve gone soft on the girl.” “Who’d tell you that? You know Paul I’ve never really asked you about your set-up, I don’t suppose . . . No, better not.” Bill stopped himself from making a faux-pas. “No it’s better that we don’t get together to compare notes. But for future reference I share my house with an ex-slave and one other, they make a very good team which I can foresee taking over my part of the business when I retire.” I said very seriously. “Well I hope my replacement gets on with them as well as we do. I just don’t know who that might be just yet.” We exchanged a few more pleasantries and then finished the call. I then dialled another number and waited for an answer. A female voice answered and I gave a password, understandably she was slightly worried. “What do you want?” “Sharon I need a doctor to check one of my guests, there’s complications.” I told her, Sharon was a recipient of one of my ‘commissions’ a young and talented young girl called Safina, Sharon had helped me some time ago to check out Elizabeth when I picked up her to meet her slave Little Cat. Sharon was a medical doctor who was unable to have children of her own, and with strict ideas on how children should be raised. During her brief look at Elizabeth she had ‘hit it off’ with her, but that’s her story not mine. “You can’t be serious! I don’t want to be involved with you like that!” “Sharon I need your expertise. I have a young girl here who needs a medical check-up to ensure that she’s okay, I can’t take her to a local doctor you know the questions they’d have to ask.” “And so you’re blackmailing me is that it?” Sharon asked although I could tell from her tone that she was wavering – my ‘magic powers’ at work? “Not at all, I’m asking as a friend that’s all, if you don’t want to then fine, end of story.” I tried to put a slight pleading tone into my voice. “How bad is she?” The doctor was now ‘in’ “I don’t want to talk about it over the phone, can I pick you up?” “Okay, you know where I live?” “I’ve got my sources I’ll be there in a couple of hours. You don’t mind if I bring you back unconscious do you?” “I do, but then again you’d probably won’t meet me if I said so.” “No I wouldn’t, and Sharon? Just you I won’t need Safina with you, but be prepared for an overnight stay.” I wasn’t sure how long she would take for a check-up especially with Carol in her shape. “See you in a couple of hours, I’ll get George to look after Safina and William.” And she hung up. William? A new name, well she did say she wanted another slave preferably male, looks like she got her wish.
I went down to the basement, Carol was working on her English assignment, reading Dolly Morton, she was half way through the book and I could see her touching her ass now and again. Billie-Jo and Pauline were using the computer, yes I did allow them a computer in the cell, to write up their lessons. It was easier for me to have the lessons sent in and for the girls to send their homework off – I did get regular reports and assigned punishment for when they were wrong. At my unannounced arrival Billie-Jo looked up and nudged Pauline both girls stood up, their movements caused Carol to look up and she also rose. I’m going to be away for about five hours, in that time Pauline will be in charge; she has my full authority in this time. I’m going to pick up a doctor to look at you Carol to see what else we might need to provide for you. Are there any questions?” Neither Billie-Jo or Pauline had any, why Pauline? Well it was her turn, both girls knew this and there was no animosity over my choice. Carol raised her hand. I nodded to her. “Master I have written a letter for mum and dad, can you send it off first?” She asked me quietly. I held out my hand and she handed me a folded sheet of paper. I opened it and started to read her letter. ‘Dear Mum and Dad, I’m sorry that I’ve been so ill, I should have listened to you both as then you wouldn’t have sent me here. I know it was hard I’ve seen the video that you sent. The teacher here is so good, he’s encouraged me to eat, although he’s being mean and only allowing me to have liquid food until he thinks I’m able to eat normally. There are two other girls here and we all help each other out, although it’s hard I’m doing my fair share of encouraging. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but I’m sure that I’ll be a lot better when you see me again. Thanks for your help, I do understand. Your loving daughter, Carol. P.S. he’s quite cute!’ “Well thank you Carol, I think you’re quite cute too.” I said which made her blush slightly and turn her head. “What do you mean you’re doing your fair share of encouraging?” Billie-Jo asked her. Carol kept quiet but just licked her lips which made Pauline and Billie-Jo laugh. “I’ll pass this on and it will get to your uncle, he’ll have to pass it on.” I told her, keeping the fiction alive. “Thank you master. I took Pauline to one side and explained what I expected her to do while I was gone, it was nothing too spectacular, The afternoon was to be a video on fellatio, well after the conversation we had this morning I thought Carol could see what it was all about, not withstanding the display she had on her first night. She knew where the dildo’s were stored, she’d helped to pack them away so she should do, “Master how about we get her to drink her dinner from one of the hollow dildos?” She asked me. “See how she take to the lesson, if you think she’d do it then go ahead, but if not then just the normal cup and straw, okay?” I said to her, but the idea was quite good, but perhaps later. I checked on Carol’s progress and could see her blushing as she was reading about the two women being railed for running an underground station. “How could they allow those men to do that?” She asked me. “Well they didn’t have any choice, remember Dolly ran away but was caught by the men and forcibly flogged, just think what they could have done to her? But she’s got to balance on that rail with her legs spread out and her arms tied, she’s unable to throw herself off the rail as she’s tied to it. Try to imagine the pain she’s going to feel after a few minutes of that, the rough wood right where her legs divide. Could you stand it?” She thought for a moment and then shook her head, “I don’t think anyone could.” She added. “They can, it’s one way of punishing female slaves if they keep on misbehaving, believe me they don’t want to feel it ever again.” She looked at me questioning me with her eyes. I shook my head, “No, I’m only talking from theory, I’ve never used such a thing before. . . but then again I suppose . . .” I didn’t finish the statement. “Please don’t master.” Carol said quietly “I would think even the threat of it would be enough.” “Okay then slave, just don’t give me ideas.” I told her and kissed her head. I let her return to the book and checked on Billie-Jo again, she was working away and didn’t need any help, again I kissed her on the head and asked Pauline to join me upstairs. We left the basement, locking the door, and went to the living room. “Pauline do you think you’ll be able to control Carol should she do anything extreme?” I asked her. “At the moment daddy yes, she’s still too weak to fight Billie-Jo or me, why do you ask?” She wanted to know. “Just in case, never think that a slave is broken just because she does as you tell her, remember Dexter? She was able to get out of her bonds and made it to a telephone.” I jogged her memory. She thought for a moment and then smiled, “But you were the one who allowed her to do that, and the house was locked down as well! You knew she was going to do that.” She countered. “Yes I did, but then I had experience to go by, you are learning about this. All I can suggest is that you think about how you would try to escape and then think of a way to block that. I’m just trying to cover all the bases.” “Master, I understand – but if I need help I can always call on the others to help me.” She meant her various aspects, one of which was an unarmed combat expert. I needn’t worry about Pauline. I nodded and placed the letter into an envelope, I had a drop point which was halfway between Sharon and here, so that all I had to do was to send it from there, Bill would receive it later today. I left Pauline inside and went to my van, checked the fuel and oil, made sure the tyres were okay and started up the engine, I drove off waving to Pauline who was standing by a window. And then she was out of sight. I switched on the radio and listened to a classical music station as I started my long trip to pick up Sharon. |