CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST
cornerghost@hotmail.com

[ part 17 ]

The brightening of the lights in the basement woke me up. Above me was a bed, I was lying on a mattress. I blinked for a few minutes until my brain caught up with my current situation. Carol was up in that bed with Pauline beside her, my darling hadn’t returned during the night. I smiled to myself and rolled out of ‘bed’.

I checked that Carol was still asleep; the drip in her arm still had a little way to go. I went to the toilet area and did the necessary ablutions; I set up the table ready for the breakfast I knew would be coming, before going back to the bed to look at the two girls lying there. In a way I could feel a change within me. Did I want to continue like this? I am, let’s face it, a kidnapper and enslaver. Did what I was doing have any real point? I suppose it was a touch of mid-life crises. I was starting to feel old!

“Master why are you staring at me? Am I that ugly?” Carol’s question broke through my thoughts. I smiled at her.

“No Carol, it’s just that sometimes I consider where I would be now, if I hadn’t started taking young girls and turning them into things for other people’s amusements?” My voice was low and barely audible, but Carol still heard me.

“You sound so lonely master, but you have Pauline and Billie-Jo to keep you company. Don’t they help?”

I thought about my answer, “They are a blessing and, in some ways, a curse. I’ve cheated them of the childhood they should have had, giving them lessons that no child should endure.”

“But what lives would they have if you hadn’t taken them? Pauline was in an orphanage she told me that, you also heard her story of her life before! How would she have been if neither you or they were there?” Carol said persuasively.

“I would be dead by now! My mother would have stopped with just her boyfriends and I’d never survive on the streets. The orphanage gave me shelter and breathing space, but you master with your lessons and, yes, kindness gave me something more, you gave me a family. Billie-Jo would have been worst! Were you aware of her home life before you took her? She’s told me! And all those you’ve taken they needed you. You’re a . . . what’s that thing that helps a chemical to change?” Pauline stopped her speech while she searched for the word.

“A catalyst?” I suggested she nodded.

“Yes, that’s it a catalyst. You take the unhappy, the insecure, the scared and from them you create happy and joyful slaves, slaves who know they’re going to people who will, in their own way, love and cherish them. You care about us, we who you train. Why else do you keep checking on them when you can? Why your contracts have a buy-back clause, just in case a mistake was made. You’re not like the others you know you are different. Why else would you be asked to look after Carol, why not any of the others? He chose you! He trusted you! He knows you too well!”

“Who does?” Carol asked breaking the spell that Pauline had weaved.

“It doesn’t matter about that at this time.” I said, the buzzer also sounding at the same time, almost on cue. “As it’s time for breakfast. Pauline you quickly wash and get ready. As for you Carol . . .” I looked again at the girl lying on the bed, “I’ve got to get you sitting up.”

I went to the back of the bed and reached underneath it, there was a foam wedge there which was enough to raise a person’s back – well it was designed to force a victim to bend over it, but for the moment its purpose changed. Now it was a back support.

I raised Carol up and positioned the ‘backrest’ behind her and lowered her back onto it, her left arm was still secure and the drip feed was almost empty. I managed to change it just as the door opened, Sharon and Billie-Jo entered the room.

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Billie-Jo put the plates on the table and bowed to me, she wasn’t going to take on the responsibility of mistress today. “Master I hope this is cooked to your liking.” She said formally.

I smiled at her, “I hope it is too Billie-Jo, I’d hate to think what would happen to you if it wasn’t.”

Billie-Jo gave a nervous gulp and smiled, we sat down and ate the food, and Billie-Jo was the first to finish, I gave her the bowl of porridge and assigned her to feed Carol. While she was away from the table I spoke to Sharon. “So how was Billie-Jo last night?”

Sharon gave an awkward smile; she was not used to talking about her love life with relative strangers, obviously. “She was wonderful, very loving with her attentions, even if she didn’t really like me.”

“That’s not true mistress, I do like you!” Billie-Jo said from the bed, a comment which made both Sharon and I laugh out loud.

“Alright then,” Sharon amended, “Even if she doesn’t trust me. She still was very convincing in her attentions. I envy you Paul, both she and Pauline love you.” I glanced at Pauline who had managed to look away from me, taking more interest in her nearly empty plate.

“And I love them both.” I said simply to which Pauline looked up at me and smiled.

Sharon looked amazed, “I didn’t think you’d say that about them. I thought these were only playthings that you acquired?”

I could feel Billie-Jo’s eyes watching me as I answered. “Oh no, none of the girls I’ve taken are just playthings, or is that how you view Safina? Just a toy to be discarded when you’ve finished with it?”

This time I could tell that Sharon was shocked. “Safina? A toy? No! She’s not, she’s my daughter! How could you . . .” She stopped when she saw my face and then she smiled, “I see, so that’s how you view these two.” She nodded and took Pauline’s hand in hers. “I’m sorry Pauline, deep down I didn’t trust Paul’s intentions. I should have known better.”

I waited for a response from either of my girls, but it was Carol who spoke up. “Mistress I agree, when master first brought me here he acted nasty and mean, I thought he was a very bad man, but then I saw things . . . small things that didn’t match the man he was trying to be. I’ve learnt things about him from Pauline and Billie-Jo and I think I trust him now.”

Sharon looked at me smiling, “Well that’s a first, a newly taken slave defending the man who took her!”

“Carol isn’t technically a slave, she’s a sick girl needing attention, her family don’t want her to go to a hospital and so they found someone to make her take her medicine.” I said.

Carol managed to swallow some more porridge before adding, “Yeah and it wasn’t fair of you, hitting Pauline and Billie-Jo just to make me do what you say.”

Sharon looked at me, I nodded. “Oh yes, well I couldn’t hit her not in her condition, and I don’t think an IOU would have had any effect, so I punished the girls instead, cracking the whip and blistering my hand on them.”

Sharon looked at Pauline, checking the girls’ body for signs of my abuse and finding none, I got Pauline to stand up and let Sharon examine her closely. “But I can’t see anything wrong with her,” She looked back at me, “How did you do it, or does she heal quickly.”

“It was just like this . . .” and I grabbed Pauline and pulled her across my knees, positioning her ass so that it was prominent, and then brought my hand down with a sharp sounding ‘crack’ which made Sharon jump.

The only reaction from Pauline was a small smile and “Thank you master for being so gentle”

Sharon looked over Pauline’s body again, there was a small redness where my hand had struck, she looked back at me, “But that sounded so. . .” I showed her my cupped hand.

“Doesn’t it though!” I said smiling, “Maximum sound and minimum force, it gives the effects that the girls are being beaten to within a inch of their lives.”

“And it’s even more effective with the whip too.” Carol said, and then she got a strange look on her face and whispered to Billie-Jo who put the porridge down and went to the bathroom area, she returned with the bedpan and placed it under Carol.

Carol thanked Billie-Jo and, staring me straight in the eye, started to use the bedpan. When she finished and had allowed Billie-Jo to wipe her I stood up and walked to her, Billie-Jo left with the bedpan covered, I kissed Carol on the top of her head. “Well done Carol.” I said, for it had taken quite a lot of courage, she already knew that the girls and I were used to this, but Sharon was something else altogether.

At Sharon’s look I turned back to her, “Well would you use a bedpan in front of a stranger?” I asked her.

“I wouldn’t use one in front of a friend!” Sharon said bemused, “Why did she want to do it now?”

I looked at Carol and nodded my head. “Because mistress, master, Pauline and Billie-Jo have told me that it’s a normal thing and nothing to be ashamed of, I just wanted to see if I could do it in front of you.” She dropped her head slightly when she finished.

I smiled at her answer and her reaction, “I think we have a closet exhibitionist in our midst’s, pretty soon you’re going to want to prance down a catwalk naked.” I said

“Oh no, not naked, just showing off the new range of Emperors’ new clothes that all!” She countered with a smile. “The Junior Miss collection!” She added with a smile.

“That sounds good, could we show them off as well?” Said Billie-Jo as she returned.

“You already are!” I told her, “And they cost me a lot as well.” I checked the time and turned to the two girls. “Time for your exercises!” I told them.

“Not Barney again?” Pauline asked

“No, until Carol’s out of bed you two are going back to normal. Now start!” Sharon and I watched as Billie-Jo and Pauline went to the centre of the Cell, after placing mats down on the floor beforehand, I started the video playing and the two started their aerobics

Sharon watched them critically, “Do they do this every day?” She asked

I nodded, “Of course, they need to keep in shape! Exercise is good for them.”

“I agree, but what was that quip about Barney?” She asked and so I explained about the exercise routine I prepared for Carol, she smiled, “So you even made her do pre-school exercises.” She said smiling.

“It wasn’t funny I didn’t like having to do them!” Carol said from her bed.

Sharon smiled at her, “Well you’re going to have leg massages while you’re stuck in bed, I’ll leave instructions on how they’re to be done.” She looked back to where the two girls were still exercising and then back to Carol, “I’ll show Paul here what to do.”

She started to rub Carol’s legs, manipulating the toes first and then the soles of her feet. I could see Carol was trying hard not to wriggle as Sharon’s movements started to tickle her. “You can’t let the legs lose out on the normal exercises, and as Carol has nothing to press back on you have to supply that as well.” Sharon explained and then she started to move up Carol’s legs, bending them at the knee.

Sharon kept up the information until she got to Carol’s thighs, then she started to bend her head down and lick at the junction of Carol’s legs. “One day Carol, this will start to get intense and you will feel great pleasure.” Sharon promised. And then she turned to me. “And on that day you will have another problem that you’ve never encountered before.”

I was puzzled for a few minutes and then I realised what Sharon was talking about, “Oh yes we had a conversation about that a couple of nights ago, I’m going to have to use those tampons for their proper use I suppose. Currently we use them to stop their clothes getting soiled with cum.”

Sharon shook her head, “But you can’t really use them with Carol can you.” She said “you’ll need the panty liners instead.” She added.

“But why, I mean none of the younger girls needed liners, they could use the tampons without problems!” I protested.

“Yes and most probably because they had no problems about virginity, but how far could Carol here allow you to push a tampon inside her?” She asked.

Which in a way was true, the average life of a virgin under my roof was three days, enough time to get used to being a captive and then becoming a non-virgin by either one of the girl’s or myself using a dildo on them! And by the time they’re ready for menstruation they’re already with their new owner. It was possible that Carol would be the first girl I had that would need a tampon for the use that they were invented!

“Oh . . . yes I see what you mean, I suppose I’d better order some.” I said lamely but Sharon shook her head.

“I wouldn’t bother just yet, from the look of this it’s going to be several weeks before this clit thinks about looking around, and I don’t think her body’s going to be recovered enough to think about sex for at least a couple of months yet!” Sharon said she paused and then added, “Anyway I’ve already ordered some last night!”

“But that’s not fair!” Carol said, “I want to feel what Pauline and Billie-Jo feel when they’re licked down there. I don’t like missing out!”

Sharon shook her head. “Well young lady you should have thought about that before you started this reckless and foolhardy stunt. Whoever started you on this needs whipping!”

I kept quiet; no doubt Bill would be working on the same problem.

Sharon kept on lecturing Carol on the correct diet and training of a girl her age – that was normal exercise training not my form of training! She looked at me, “I think I’ll need to return here in a couple of week’s time. I’m going to have to make sure she is getting better.”

I could see Billie-Jo and Pauline stop to look at us, I smiled at them. “That’s okay Sharon; since you already know where I live I assume you’re going to be able to get her under your own steam?”

She gave a wry smile. “Well I can if you insist, I suppose you want me to let you know beforehand?”

“Only if you don’t want us to panic.” I said smiling, “We’ve got contingency plans just in case of unexpected guests.” I didn’t say that once those plans didn’t work and a team managed to enter my house. But that was when I met up with Pauline so I wasn’t too annoyed.

“Agreed, you already have my phone number, do you have my email address?” Sharon asked me. I said no and we exchanged addresses, I was mildly surprised when I noticed that Sharon was with a Ropeville IP as well.

When I mentioned this Sharon nodded, “I was surprised as well when Billie-Jo allowed me to use her computer and I found she was there as well.”

“Well we share the same provider, it was easier. Now we’ve got to arrange for your trip home, I suppose I don’t need to use the van, I do have a car.” I said.

“You have?” Pauline said amazed, “but you never use it!” I looked back at her and gave her a stare until she went back to her exercises.

I returned my attention to Sharon. “As I was saying I do have a car, but recently I’ve only been using the van . . . for my work you know.” I finished saying.

Sharon just looked in amusement as I realised that I was starting to dig a hole for myself so I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. “You realise that I rarely talk about what I do, so I’m sorry if I’m starting to babble.”

Sharon smiled, “I know what you mean — I’d never talk about Safina or William either. To most people they’re adopted children that I’ve rescued. I mean if I’d ever come out and said they’re my slaves and provide the best sexual high I’ve ever had . . . well I’d be locked up. So it’s nice to be able to talk without thinking first.”

The noise from the television went quiet and I knew that the aerobic exercise had finished. Glancing round I could see that the girls had started to move the mats out of the way and then started to bring a table into the centre of the room, preparing for their school work.

I excused myself from Sharon and went to where the two girls were going through their books reading the lesson schedule, I always ensured that their lessons were pre-planned just so that I could check that they were actually doing the work, there had been one occasion earlier on, but then judicious use of the taws soon put them right.

“Billie-Jo you will be in charge today, please ensure that Carol’s drip doesn’t run out, there’s some more standing by for when you need them. I also want Carol to read her books. Then this afternoon there’s a math’s test I want her to take, it should only last an hour, after that you can go over the main points of a man’s body.”

“But master, you won’t be here! How will we show her?” Billie-Jo said coyly

“You got Herman in the closet, show her with him.” Herman was an anatomically correct manikin with inflating muscles and . . . other parts, which could be used either as a teaching aid or a practical aid. I’ve had the girls’ show some frightened slave-in-training how to please a man who was standing in front of them.

“Oh goody! Rubber mouth time again!” Pauline muttered with a faint smile on her face.

I smiled and whispered to Billie-Jo, “Don’t forget to coat the cock with mustard, that’s if Pauline’s going to make such a fuss!” I knew that the girl’s took their commands seriously and that if I made one of them leader, then the other one had to obey their order. She grimaced but nodded her agreement.

I then went back to Sharon and Carol where I outlined what I expected the girl to do for the rest of the morning. She was restricted as to her available movements due to the way her left arm was tied down, and could only hold either a pen or a book, but not both. She was still sitting upright, supported by the wedge, and so I placed a tray on her lap for her to have her books and pens. This was to allow her to continue with her work. I told her to let Billie-Jo know of any needs that she might have. She nodded her understanding of this.

Sharon kissed the young girl on the head. “Now you’ll have to have the drip for at least three days, after that you should have enough inside you to allow your food to nourish you normally. I’ll return in three weeks to check you again, now you just be healthy then you understand.” She said warmly.

Carol nodded, “Yes mistress, if not then master will take it out on Billie-Jo and Pauline!”

I started to agree and then added, “And I might even show you what it feels like when master is annoyed!” adding enough steel in my voice to show the girl I wasn’t kidding.

“Yes master, I’ll be good for you both.” Carol promised seriously, “I’ve got to recover for my parents.”

“I know, you love them very much. Now back to your studies and I’ll be back later to check up on you all.” I said and escorted Sharon out of the cell and upstairs.

I made sure the food for lunch time was prepared, while Sharon phoned home to let her husband know she was on her way. She came back to me when she had finished and smiled, “You know Paul, the girl’s are right, you do some good in the work you do. You just don’t allow yourself to realise it.”

You know she might be right!

I grabbed my car keys and we went to the garage where my car, slightly dusty but still with a full tank, waited. I opened her door and then got behind the wheel ready for the long trip there and back again.