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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 20 ] The next few days fell into a pattern, we took turns sleeping down in the basement with Carol but it soon became clear that she was starting to feel ‘tied down’ to the bed, which was actually true she was! But I knew what she meant. Billie-Jo and Pauline started acting out small plays for her during the afternoons which would make her laugh with the ridiculous plots that they devised. Most of them were parodies of my work, finding strays and kidnapping them. I was feeling paranoid but I felt that Carol was taking mental notes. One afternoon I remembered the two films I ordered and started to play one of them. --- I put the video in the drive and started to play it. I’d skipped pass the opening titles and went straight to the action. From the start it was garish and amateur in style. Two men discussing a model the wanted to kidnap and rape, the scene closed on a picture of the model they’d chosen “Hey! That’s Marcie’s sister!” exclaimed Carol, I paused the tape to turn to the girls watching. “I’d hoped it was! That’s a picture of the star, a person called Kitty Kat! Do you think Marcie knew about this?” It was back to the old bitten lip for Carol as she tried to go over the many talks between herself and Marcie. And then her face when rigid with fury. “Why that little fink! She did! I’m sure she did!” we waited expectant as Carol thought further, in the meantime I’d continued to play the tape. The action unfolding on the screen but Carol didn’t see it. “I remember a sleepover I had with Marcia, I didn’t understand it at the time but Marcia had to go to the toilet and I was dozing in bed . . .” “Well darling how’s it going?” A deep voice – Marcia father’s “All to plan dad, just like you said, I can see things getting better soon.” Marcia’s smug voice said. “That’s good darling, as soon as it’s complete I’ll see about your screen test and then you’ll be as popular as Kitty . . .” “I mean that was all I heard, I didn’t know what they were talking about.” Billie-Jo snorted, “But I do, girl it looks like the whole family was in on it! You were just better than their Marcie! I bet her parents helped her out with your diet, making sure you just ate enough, while their plates were piled up with food?” Carol just looked at Billie-Jo with her eyes wide open as the truth of her friend’s words struck her. “Oh God they did! Why didn’t I see that before?” She asked and then answered her own question, “Because I was too wrapped up in being a model and knew I should be dieting!” She screwed up her eyes in an effort to remember, and then opened them, “They were smiling! Both Marcie and her dad, like they were sharing a private joke . . . and I was the joke!” She looked at me, “Master, forget what I said earlier. I wish Marcie learns what’s it’s really like!” Her face was firm and serious. “I just wish you had her here, teaching her the life of a slave . . . I would even help you!” Pauline reached to Carol and took her free hand, “Welcome Carol, you’ve finally arrived in the real world, now you’ve fully seen what’s going on, what are you going to do?” Carol looked at Pauline as if considering the girls’ words and then she gave a cold smile, “I’m going to show Marcie that I’m not a loser!” We watched the rest of the film in silence as the ‘heroine’ was finally captured by the two men and forced into their small office – which had a bed in it!! – she struggled as the men pulled her clothes off of her and started to pull at her body, one man holding Kitty as the other one undressed. Then they made Kitty the filling in a sandwich with the two men, each one apparently having entered her body from either side. There were a few minutes of this action and then the men changed, this time Kitty was made to go onto all fours with one man behind her, where his prick was there was no clue! The second then presented his cock to Kitty’s mouth and she, reluctantly, open her mouth to take it in. Again after some minutes the men swapped. I glanced at Pauline and Billie-Jo who looked at me and yawned. During the assault a change could be seen in Kitty, she seemed to push back more on the man behind her and also suck harder on the man in front of her. The action started to increase slightly, with one man finally fucking her while she was on her back, followed by Kitty riding the other man as he was lying down. The men started to look worried as the time progressed. Finally here was the eventual twist as Kitty Kat was shown to be so insatiable that the men finally hobbled out of the office beaten wrecks and Kitty opening the door and calling for more. “This Kat’s gonna howl tonight!” Was the final line before the film faded to black. Pauline shook her head. “That was pathetic!” she said, “There was no real action, she was faking all of that, she should have at least have made it seem that they were really getting to her!” She shook her head. “You know master; we could have made a better film.” “Oh yes, could we master?” Billie-Jo said excitedly. I shook my head, “No! I do not train slaves to let them waste their talents on trash like this!” I pointed to the screen which was now blank. “If you want to write a screen play to be sent to these people,” I looked at the cover of the Video but the return address was missing for some reason, “I could probably send it to them, but that’s all I’m allowing you to do!” I said flatly, I didn’t want to dash the aspirations of my two girls, but I couldn’t see the point in this. I mean I might as well publish a journal of my exploits, but who would want to read it? --- “Master? Could I have some paper please?” Carol asked me breaking me out of my thoughts. “Certainly Carol, do you want to write a screenplay?” I asked her smiling to show I was kidding. “No master, but I think I’d better write to mummy again. I wonder if I should mention how Marcie had led me on?” She looked at me. I made a show of thinking about the problem before shaking my head. “I don’t think so Carol, she might go round to Marcie’s parents and make a fuss, and they’ve got enough on their plate at the moment, what with Marcie missing and all.” I said. She nodded at my words and said, “Yes, you could be right. . . Oh I mustn’t forget to write to Uncle Bill as well, just to thank him for what he’s done for me.” She said brightly I left her to write away. --- As I said over the past few days we had been changing the drip regularly and also giving her legs massages to keep her active. She also had to endure the rigors of hospital horrors, a bed bath! But she had been keeping happy. I was surprised to notice a healthy bloom that seemed to appear on her face after a few days in her confinement, Billie-Jo and Pauline had also noticed it but we all kept quiet about it. It may have been our imagination but there seemed to be some more flesh on Carol as well, but we couldn’t tell without closely examining the girl, something which none of us wanted to do . . . not because it would be too gross for us, just that we didn’t want to raise the hopes of Carol too soon, but it was a conversation piece between us when we were ‘off duty’ that is when one of us was with Carol in the basement overnight and two of us were upstairs. A not so typical conversation once happened like this, “Daddy, do you think she’s looking better?” Pauline asked me one night as we were spooned together. “I think so sweetie, she’s certainly feeling a lot better than when she first arrived.” I said to her. “No I don’t mean her health, I mean her body, when she first came here she looked like those people in the videos I saw, you remember those war ones.” She shook slightly “I told you not to watch them; they’re too much for adults to watch let alone kids your age.” I was angry with her for disobeying me. “I’m sorry daddy, but I needed to know what to expect, I showed Billie-Jo some of them but not all. But daddy I was talking about Carol, she’s getting more fleshy and I think she’s starting to feel things more. . . I know her clit’s starting to become sensitive, but she won’t admit it.” “Why not?” I asked. I could feel Pauline shake her head. “In a way she’s starting to punish herself for listening to Marcie and her ideas, so she ignoring her body, if she doesn’t think of it then it won’t happen.” “I don’t understand that Pauline, is it her body she’s ignoring or her sexuality?” I asked gently – I really didn’t know what Pauline was talking about. “Well it’s both really – she knows there’s a problem with her body and she accepts that, but in another way she doesn’t want to understand the changes that her body is about to go through.” Pauline’s voice had changed; Elizabeth was now in control and had started a lecture. “The nutriments in the drip have provided enough to allow her body to start to regain he muscles and fats that it had lost. Those normal functions will re-start themselves.” I could feel her look back at me, “I hope you’re ready for her periods to start?” “Yes Elizabeth, Sharon made an order when she requested the ingredients for the drips,” I said, there was an intake of breath. “That’s not fair! How come you always know when I’m here?” Elizabeth/Pauline asked “I know my girls and the many aspects that Pauline holds, and you’ve been appearing too many times now Elizabeth, not that I’m complaining, it’s nice to know that you’re keeping an eye on everything. But I really would ask that you let me know when you’re in charge, what does Pauline think about that.” “I’m sorry master but I’ve no control over when that part of me will surface.” Pauline said and it was her mannerisms showing which then changed again, “Surface indeed, makes me sound like a submarine! I know, I know, you want Pauline back again, so goodbye. . . I do wish she’d sound a horn or something, I’m back again daddy, but I’ve forgotten where I was up to.” I hugged her, “That’s okay Pauline, I’m sure that we can pull Carol out of her funk when we have to.” “Good!” Pauline said, and then a bit later she spoke again, “Daddy, Carol asked me how you know when to get the girls you train, who you speak to and arranges everything.” “Did she, how interesting, what did you say.” I said trying to sound disinterested. “I just said you receive emails from some man and then you contact him by telephone.” That’s all. “You didn’t mention a name did you?” I said, still trying to be casual. Pauline snorted, “Of course not daddy, I know that Bill is Carol’s uncle and he’s arranged all this, but I also know that she isn’t to know it.” I smiled in the dark and kissed Pauline again, “Thank you darling.” And then a thought struck me, “You did tell Billie-Jo not to say anything didn’t you?” but by the sound of her breathing Pauline was already asleep. --- The days started to fly fast, we were getting letters sent and received every two days now as Carol started to feel that she could talk to her parents more, it’s funny how being away from them made her think of them more often. The drip was removed from Carol’s arm, I had left it in a bit longer than Sharon had suggested, on the grounds that too much might be better for her. I held her tightly to myself again as Pauline, using Elizabeth’s knowledge, removed the small tubing and covered the insertion point with a plaster. I did, however, make her stay in bed a bit longer than might have been necessary. We made a big production of walking her to the toilet where she was able to relieve herself without the bedpan. I showed her where it stayed, when it wasn’t beneath her, and how we had to always clean it up before it was stowed away. Following Sharon’s instructions Carol was started on light exercises before sitting down in a, rather comfortable, chair to carry on with her lessons. Yes she did give me an essay on the similarities between the two books and historical facts, it was quite a good essay and I gave her 8 out of 10 (a good teacher never gives higher than 8!), the look she gave me was quite comical — until Pauline let her into the secret. The other thing to improve, apart from her body, was her handwriting — from the childlike spider it was developing into a rather nice and precise script, she had found a piece on calligraphy in the reference books and was taking an interest in that. I started providing the girls with deportment tapes, getting them to practise walking around with books on their heads. I started to show them pictures of African girls walking around with large urns on their head. “If you can carry one of those I’ll be surprised.” I said smiling Pauline stuck her tongue out at me as she passed and dropped her book, as she bent down to pick it up I struck out with my hand onto her ass, hitting it lightly. She jumped and turned to look at me. “Well if you need incentive I’ll be pleased to provide it?” I said to her. She laughed as she knew I was joking, otherwise the slap would have been much harder, “Thank you master, but I’m sure it won’t be needed.” She said, repositioning the book and walking on. Carol was next past me, instead of a book she had a magazine – she wasn’t really up to much exercise although we had progressed past the Barney stage. She gave a small wriggle of her bum as she passed me by, but somehow the magazine managed to remain on her head. “Some people have all the luck!” Complained Billie-Jo as she picked up her book for the umpteenth time (umpteenth = too many times to count!) “Pauline did you see Carol with any glue earlier?” She called to her sister. “Some people have it — others have to learn!” Carol said breathlessly. I was able to catch her before she hit the ground; I carried her over to her chair and dropped her in it. “I’m sorry master; I hoped to go a bit further today.” She said looking down at her feet. “That’s alright Carol, you did more laps than I thought you could, so I think you’re improving.” I told her which helped to dispel her gloom. Carol’s finishing meant that the other two also stopped, they didn’t want to show off in front of Carol until she was much better. I set the girls to work on their homework while Carol dozed and then I went upstairs. The post had been delivered again; along with the normal letters was a flat package. I opened it first to find a DVD and two letters for Carol, one from her parents and another from Bill, a mark on the letter told me to read it first. So I did. My darling niece, I so glad you are doing well, I’ve been assured that the person you are with has the highest praise for his work than anyone else, I am confident that you will be better before long. I’ve received a DVD through the post, I’m not sure from whom but I think you’ll be interested in it. If you can persuade him I’m sure your teacher will show it. I would ask you to remember how you’ve been treated when you watch this; it will be very instructional to you. Please do what he tells you as I’m assured he has your best interests at heart. Your loving uncle Bill. I was intrigued by Bill’s letter and started to play the DVD. The opening scene was of a girl being followed down a street, it was daylight but not many people were around. The girl was about 12 with long brown hair and a freckled face, her clothes were expensive and announce her as spoilt brat, in later years she’d do well as a harridan. The camera went past the girl and panned around to focus on her. She stood still on the sidewalk and looked at the lens, “What do ya want?” She said. “Well you know you’re very photogenic, have you ever thought about being in movies?” the voice was familiar to me. “Don’t try that line on me. Dad’s already got me lined up with some producers, so long Charlie!” She said flippantly. “Aw don’t be like that Marcie; we’ve gone to a lot of trouble tracing you.” Cameraman said. “How’d you know my name? Did dad send you?” Marcie asked surprised at this turn of events. “Nope, you’ve done this all by yourself.” As the cameraman spoke another man was driving up in a van which stopped by Marcie. Before she knew what was happening she’d been dragged into the van and tied up. A gag was forced into her mouth and the doors of the van closed. I stopped the disc, I’d recognised the driver of the van — Robert Quinn, he and his brother Michael, were a team of kidnappers/enslavers who were reputed to be rough with their charges, if they were working on Marcie she was in big trouble. I ejected the disc and placed it back in the folder, I think Carol would find this interesting. |