CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST
cornerghost@hotmail.com

[ part 19 ]

Nothing much was said during the remainder of the morning. I stayed upstairs and was disturbed by a delivery. The brown uniformed UPS driver smile at me as she handed over the packages. “Medical suppliers eh?” She said, “I thought you were a sculptor?”

“Well a little bit of everything. And you never can tell when you need an articulated skeleton.” I said to her watching her face, I smiled. “Don’t worry, they’re mainly plastic nowadays, nobody wants to have their relatives used in anatomy lessons.”

“Yeah! . . . Well I’m just glad I don’t know what I’m carrying around!” She said before she left.

I watched the van drive away and shut the front door, “So am I!” I said.

Along with the medical supplies was another package – the marking showed that it was from Bill, I opened it and found a letter inside addressed to Carol, a mark on the letter told me that Bill knew what was inside and it was safe to pass on to Carol.

I went through the medical stuff and was amused to find the supply of sanitary pads that Sharon had ordered for when Carol’s body decided that it was safe enough to think about reproduction.

I read the instructions on how to mix up the ingredients, it was pretty straightforward and I thought that if necessary the girls could mix them without my supervision.

Due to the late breakfast — or early lunch, we went straight from the school lessons and had a discussion about punishment of slaves.

Carol asked the two girls how they felt when they awoke this morning.

“Scared!” Was Pauline’s reply – this surprised me as I had thought that one of her other aspects, Pain Slut, would have taken over her body, but then I realised that she would have the ‘voices’ of the others to talk to and so she was never really alone which is what the helmet and headphones were supposed to exaggerate. Pain slut would only have appeared when physical threats were given.

“I was frightened, I hoped that master had done this for some reason and so I started to think about it.” Billie-Jo said. “I’d almost worked out what I’d done wrong when the dildos started. After then I couldn’t concentrate, I just let the body take control as I was trained to do.”

Carol looked at me to explain. “The girls are trained to welcome sensations. To give themselves up to the pleasure — not to fight against it. In many ways it’s more tiring to try to stop the body climaxing, so they accept it.” I told her. She seemed to accept this and then turned back to Billie-Jo.

“You knew it was master who had done that to you?” She asked Billie-Jo.

“Not really, I mean I hoped it was master, but I didn’t know for sure! All I could do was to hold on for the ride and eventually I’d find out!” Billie-Jo said.

“And what a ride it was!” Pauline added, “You’re spinning around with those things pounding away inside you. Never knowing which way was up, down or sideways. The only thing that is real is those two rubber hammers trying to meet each other in your body.”

“What does it feel like?” Carol asked genuinely interested. Pauline went to the ‘toy’ cupboard and brought back one of the dildos which she handed to Carol who examined it closely. Carol then turned to me. “Master how much does this look like you?” She said with a shy smile.

I returned the smile and undressed, allowing Carol another look at my, now deflated, cock. She frowned as she held up the dildo to compare it. “Why isn’t it stiff?” She asked.

Billie-Jo laughed, “Hey Carol, it doesn’t always stay erect all the time. Oh no, old guys like master here needs sometime to recover!” She completed this with a smirk.

I looked at her slowly shaking my head. “Of course one way is to drape a naked little girl over you lap and spank her until her fanny’s red!” I said reaching out to her, but she ducked beneath my grasp and took my member into her mouth. “Or she could do this to excite me.” I said placing my hands lightly onto Billie-Jo’s mouth.

Pauline laughed at our actions and then turned back to Carol. “You see Carol, most of the time men’s penises are not erect, for one thing they’d be always walking funny, and for a second it’s difficult to fight with one of those always sticking up.” She pointed at me, “That’s the reason that a man gets an errection . . . for sex! Either the actual event or even the thought of sex, that’s why teenagers are as they are, always thinking about sex, its something you’re going to cum up against.” She giggled at her joke.

Billie-Jo pulled away from me and spoke up. “Master is ready for you Carol.” She said. I stepped to Carol’s bed and stood there.

She compared my cock to the dildo in her hand. “Well they feel similar,” She said after a few moments, “although master’s is warmer and slightly softer,” She smiled, “I don’t mean soft as such, it’s just that this thing.” She waved the dildo, “is hard and doesn’t squeeze like the real thing.”

This made the two girls laugh, Pauline came over to Carol, “And there’s something else that master’s cock doesn’t do!” she said pressing a button on the base of the dildo causing it to vibrate.

Carol giggled as she held it. “Oh that does feel funny!” She said.

“Sure does, and you just imagine what it’s like when it’s inside you.” Billie-Jo said laughing, “It touches the parts that the real thing can’t. But when you move the base to the right . . .” she waited while Carol did that. The dildo started to rotate and then the head moved in and out. Carol’s face was a picture as she felt the power of the piston in the barrel of the dildo.

“Wow! That must really be awesome when it’s inside you.” Carol said in a low voice.

“Well yes, but when you have two of them, at the same time . . . I’m just glad they weren’t in the same place.”

“What! That’s impossible.” Carol said amazed, her eyes still on the pulsating organ in her hand.

“No impossible, just painful. But the body can endure a lot; I’ve seen one girl have an arm pushed inside her.” Billie-Jo said now getting the full attention of Carol. “That was at the brothel, she was part of a stage show, she was only thirteen as well. After that she had to take a gang of men, just for the amusement of those watching.” She shook her head with the memory. “The poor girl was crying for a week after that night, and then the following week the bastards made her do it again!” She looked at me, “The next day master and the men with him rescued us, I think she was taken to a hospital.”

I moved away from Carol to hold Billie-Jo who was now sobbing away, “I think she would have been, although several of the girls were taken by the men for their own pleasure you know.”

Billie-Jo nodded, “Yes I know,” She looked at me, “Master, I’m sorry but I’ve been in contact with some of them, they’re grateful that you were able to help save them. The ones I’ve written to wanted you to know that.”

I knelt down in front of her, almost going to my pockets for a handkerchief but having no pockets in my skin I couldn’t. “I don’t mind you writing to anyone, just as long as you never give away my address.”

Her face showed a touch of shock that I would tell her that, “Of course not master, it’s a private chat room on the web site, someone managed to send a message to all the girls rescued and we met there. Their master’s don’t mind and we talk about a lot of things.”

“That’s okay then Billie-Jo, but remember if it’s a chat room then anyone can monitor what’s being said.” I warned her.

“Don’t worry about it master, I think you’ll find it’s a Ropeville special.” Pauline said simply – in other words they would monitor it but nobody in the outside world would get a look in. It would be safe and secure.

I nodded and dropped the subject, returning instead to Carol who’d been watching the interplay between Billie-Jo and me. “Sorry about that Carol, sometimes we get maudlin about out past lives.”

She shook her head, “No I wouldn’t say that, you just show how much you care for each other.” She stopped and then looked at me, “Sorry master but I need the bedpan again. I don’t know why I’m still going like this, I’ve hardly drunk anything!” She said

Pauline quickly ran to get the bedpan and I pointed to the drip running into her arm, “That’s the cause, it’s supplying all the necessary nutriments to your body, but you have to get rid of it somehow, so the blood passes through the kidneys and converts the excess fluid to urine which is stored in the bladder to be evacuated. Once you’re off that drip then you won’t need the bedpan so much.” I told her.

She tilted her head onto one side, her eyes looking at the drip and the feed down to her arm. “So how long do I have to have this in?” She asked.

“You heard what Sharon said, at least two weeks, to get your body to a stage where anything you eat will help to build you up.” I saw her face as she realised that she was stuck in bed for so long. “Don’t worry about it, we’ll be here to help you.” She glumly nodded and then Pauline arrived placing the bedpan beneath the girl.

I then remembered the letter that had arrived for her I went to my clothes and retrieved it. Pauline was wiping the girl off and then carried the bedpan back to the bathroom area, I handed her the letter she started to read it. And then she looked up “Master, did you read my letter?” she asked me, to be honest I’d never had a trainee who received mail and it didn’t occur to me to be nosy about such things.

“No Carol, I haven’t, why? Do you want to read it out?” I asked her

“Well I think you’d like to hear it!” She said and then started to read aloud.

“Our Darling Carol. We were so pleased to receive you letter yesterday. Your uncle dropped it off, we were so surprised to get it as we were told it wouldn’t be allowed, and we wouldn’t be able to contact you during your treatment. . .” She paused in her reading to giggle, “You know master; I’ve never heard it called treatment before!”

She continued reading, “We’ve had some excitement here as well. The police are trying to find Marcie who has gone missing, she went out the other day and her parents haven’t seen her since and don’t know where she is.” Carol looked hard at me as she read this, “They’d been told that you’d also disappeared, but once they read your letter and learnt of your illness they were convinced that you were alright, so they’re not worried about you.

Your father and I want you to continue with your treatment, we are so proud of your achievement so far and cannot wait for you to return home, with love from your mother and father.”

She then looked at me with a question in her eyes. “Ask me Carol. If I know the answer I will try to tell you.” I said to her softly.

“Master, did you have anything to do with Marcie’s disappearance?” She asked. I shook my head.

“No Carol I didn’t, well not as far as I know that is!”

“What does that mean?” Carol had turned to look at me, she was watching me closely

I sighed, “I sent a message to your uncle, telling him of Marcie’s involvement in your problem. This could be his work.”

“What? But uncle doesn’t know anyone like that! He’s a kind man!” Carol protested a look of shame on her face, I considered my answer. It wasn’t my place to tell other’s of Bill’s real work, so I decided to play his part down.

“I’ll take your word for that, but he was given my name and a contact email address, All I’m saying is that he might have passed the information on to someone else. What they’ve done is anyone’s guess.”

“Would they kill her?” Carol asked in a shuddering voice.

I decided on the truth in this, which was simple. “I don’t know! It could be that she’ll be given a lesson that she won’t forget.” At that she started to cry. I went to her side and I had to hold her tight. “Remember Carol, Marcie convinced you that you needed to diet, that you were so fat that the only way was to kill yourself. The ultimate diet!”

“Yes I know, but I don’t want her to die because of me!” She said, “Can you do anything to help her?”

I shook my head, it wasn’t my place to interfere with another trainers system, but I did decide to have a word with Bill about it as soon as I could. “I’m not sure Carol, I can make enquiries but whatever I say will have little effect on other people you know!”

Carol said nothing but she nodded her head slightly. “I know master, but I trust you.” She finally said

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I managed to get dressed again, leaving the girls to continue talking about punishments – Carol had remembered part of the Memoirs of Dolly Morton where the writer casually talked about the slaves being flogged for not collecting enough at the plantation, and trying to see how my punishment of the two girls this morning was similar to that.

I got to my room and switched on the computer, bringing up the software I dialled Bill’s number.

I could hear the buzz of the ring as I waited for him to answer, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to him, but then I heard his voice.

“Yes Paul, what’s the problem?” Bill asked

“No problem as such Bill, just that Carol got her parents’ letter just now, she’s slightly concerned about Marcie and the fact that she’s missing.” I took a deep breath, “Did you arrange for her to be taken?”

“Yes.”

“Carol’s worried that she’ll never return. Is that what’s going to happen?” I wanted to know the answer myself

“No, her family now knows what’s happened and have agreed on her being taught a harsh lesson, the problem was that her mother hadn’t understood what was happening and so called the police, but they’re going to find a trail to a shopping mall and a meeting with some man she’s been talking to on the net.” Bill said softly

“Well how come her family’s so content with this?” I asked him.

“It seems they’re involved with some films of their elder daughter.”

“Kitty Kat?” I asked him, he laughed.

“You’ve heard of her then? Well her father started the films when Kitty was just a kitten. All we’ve done is to show him not to allow his family to mess with my family. No, Marcia’s going to return to her family after a short time, we’ve even arranged a small family reunion for her and her sister; I’ll make sure you get a copy of the film. Now how’s my niece getting on?”

I gave him a resume of Carol’s progress, and her current situation. “I’m sorry to put you though all this Paul, if you’ll pass on the doctor’s bill I’ll make sure it gets paid.” He said.

“Nope, it was my idea to get a doctor to see her, so I’m responsible for the bills, don’t worry about that Bill.” I told him. “It just means that one of us has to be with her overnight, to change her drip and make sure she’s okay. In a way she’s more work than one of the trainees, but she’s got her head on straight and understands about her problem more now. Okay then Bill, I shouldn’t have phoned but she did want to know if Marcia would be fine, I’ll reassure her.” I said to Bill and then we both broke the connection.

I looked at the screen for a few minutes, just thinking about the conversation. Bill had quite a few connections around the place I just hoped he never felt the need to increase his power; he’d be someone to be frightened of if he ever did. Somehow the thought wasn’t reassuring.