CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST

[ part 22 ]

It was some time later, Marcie was now tied face up on the bench, her arms pulled over her head. This made her small breasts stand up, the tips were rubbed raw by the bench, and now it was the turn of her back and ass. Her head was tipped back over the edge of the bench the ring gag still holding her mouth open, some blood was seen at the side of her mouth.

Robert had apparently stopped the van as he was now standing in the back with Michael. “Oh Christ, I’m bursting!” Robert said, “Have you got the bucket?”

“Nope! Had to leave it behind.” Michael said with a smirk.

“Well what the fuck do I do then? I can’t just whizz out the van you know!” Robert said looking at his brother who just gestured.

“Hey we’ve got our own toilet just there!” Michael said and turned to face Marcie, who had listened to the conversation and wasn’t slow. She was now shaking her head and was trying to say no. but all that came out was ‘OH, OH!’

Robert smiled at his brother, “Oh yeah, didn’t think about that, but what if it flows back?” He asked

“She’s going to learn not to let it, aren’t you Marcie. What goes down stays there! Or you get it back don’t you girlie?” Michael was lightly slapping Marcie’s face.

“Well then, no time like the present!” Robert started to unzip his trousers and stood in front of Marcie, pushing his cock into the ring holding the girl’s mouth open. “Aahhh yes that’s better!” He said as he inundated Marcie’s mouth with his urine.

The girl couldn’t swallow the liquid fast enough and some started to pour out of her mouth running downwards so that some went into her nose and eyes, which made her eyes sting, and then into her hair. Michael had put a cup beneath her head and this was collecting the overflow.

Robert finished pissing away and then started to push his now erect cock into the girl’s mouth. “Come on cunt! You should know how to do it now!” He told her.

Marcie was still blinking her eyes as they still had some urine in them, but she started to move her tongue to try and push the invading cock from her mouth out. Robert then spoke again, “That’s it darling give me some tongue action!” And he started to move his hips back and forth rubbing his cock on her tongue at the same time.

“Oh well, I’ve got to get back to driving, but before I go . . . Just enough time for this.” He gave a lunge forward and drove his cock down her throat embedding it for a few seconds before roughly raping her throat without giving her any chance to breathe.

“Hey Robert does she have any tonsils then?” Michael said as his brother was working away.

“Well if she did they’re going to get coated with spunk!” Robert said laughing as he ejaculated down into Marcie’s throat. He moved away from the girl showing a white residue remaining in her mouth. “Michael, get her to wash that out.”

Michael shook his head, “I don’t know Robert, all we’ve got is that cup!” he said smiling at his brother.

“So get her to use it then. Untie her and make her drink the whole lot before putting her back again. I’ve got to get the van moving.” Robert started to rub Marcie’s tits before leaving her to Michael’s attention, this light rubbing made her moan in the pain that it caused.

Michael nodded at his brother who then went out of shot, presumably to the driving cab of the van. Michael then started to wring out Marcie’s hair to get the last of the drops of Robert’s urine into the cup which he then placed out of harms way.

Michael undid Marcie’s wrists from the shackles and pushed her up to a sitting position, he removed the ring gag from her mouth, she immediately moved her hands to her face to try and massage some feeling into her chin and lower mouth.

“Now bitch, you’re going to drink all of this, and don’t even think about not doing so. For every drop you allow to fall your tits get a hit with this.” He held up a small paddle and watched Marcie’s face go white as she realise how much that would hurt.

She raised the cup to her lips and then saw what it was she had to drink, she looked at Michael opened mouth as if she was going to speak out but he took one step forward holding the paddle and so she closed her eyes and took a gulp of the cup.

As she swallowed she almost retched, but stopped herself realising that she would seriously regret it. She went to hold her nose to avoid the smell of the urine but Michael shook his head to stop her.

She looked at him and then seemed to gather herself, she raised the cup to her lips and started to pour it down, she couldn’t help but gag slightly and some drips spilt from her mouth and dropped down to the floor. When she put the cup down she didn’t see Michael rising up the paddle but she felt the effects of his strikes.

Twhap! Twhap! Twhap! Her raw tits received the full effects of the wooden paddle, she brought her body down to protect then but it was too late Michael had already finished.

He put the paddle down and then turned to the crying girl. “Okay toilet breath, you’re gonna be tied down again.” He said approaching her.

“Oh please no, I need to go to the toilet, please let me go to the loo!” She begged him.

Michael laughed at her, “There’s no loo here girl, didn’t you hear what I told my brother? Nope you’re our toilet while we’re travelling. But that does remind me . . .” He got what appeared to be a large towel and started to fold it into half.

“What are you going to do?” She asked fearfully

“Well I’m going to have to make you hold your piss ain’t I?” Michael said getting nearer to Marcie, she tried to struggle possibly picturing him jamming the towel up inside her slit. But then he lifted her bottom up and slid the towel under her, setting her down again, he brought up the towel between her thighs and then brought the other two sides over.

Marcie now realised that she was wearing an oversized diaper, Michael managed to pin all three edges together. “There now baby you can go whenever you want! Now lie back down!” He said in a friendly voice but Marcie knew there was no kindness behind it, but she resigned herself to obeying him.

She was now in the position in which the action had restarted, but the vibrations of the van on her back could now be seen as her head started to loll around. It was also noticeable that the vibrations were having another effect; Marcie was gritting her teeth in an effort to contain herself. Michael had noticed this and started to smile.

“Hey girl, we’ve only got another four hours to go, and then if you’re dry we’ll let you use the toilet in you new home.” He said before straddling the bench and her body. He had undressed and was standing naked over the girl.

“You know,” He said in a conversational tone, “there’s a rough piece of ground that we have to go over, all that bouncing up and down it could have an effect on you, you know!” he said and then sat down on Marcie’s stomach. He rubbed his hands around the base of Marcie’s breasts making the girl shudder as he hit the raw flesh on occasions.

His weight, added to the motion of the van, caused the bench to rub harder on Marcie’s ass and vibrate along the body of the girl, eventually she couldn’t hold back and started to soak the front of the diaper she was now wearing. She started to sob and then moan as the acidity of the urine irritated the, already worn, patches of skin surrounding her slit.

Michael reached back and then swore. “You stupid fucking bitch! You couldn’t hold it for just a little time!” He rubbed his hands on her wet diaper and then looked at the dampness on them. He shook his head in disgust and then brought then down onto her breasts, wiping them dry on her flesh.

“Oh god! No! it hurts, its burning me!” Marcie screamed out.

“Don’t worry about it girl! There’s a lot more in store for you when we get home!.” Michael then looked down at her and smiled, he moved forward his cock getting more erect as he approached Marcie’s breasts. “Hey baby, look at me!” He said. When Marcie didn’t move he tapped her breasts until she raised her head.

Michael took both of her breasts in his hands and pushed his cock into the valley formed by them. He started to thrust using her breasts as a masturbating aid. “You see girlie how your body can be used by us. We don’t need your cunt or ass to keep amused.” He pushed his hands together as his thrusts got faster. Marcie was sobbing with the pain that had started when he grabbed her and then he ejaculated over her neck and face.

“There you are bitch, a nice warm necklace for you!. And now to give you something to drink!” He went to the girl and presented his cock to her mouth. “Now unless you want me to put that gag back in . . . You’re going to open your fucking mouth and take me inside you . . . And don’t even think about biting me ‘cos then your life will really be worthless no matter what your sponsor says!”

Sobbing Marcie opened her mouth and allowed Michael to push his cock into it. “Now don’t allow any to leak.” He said to her and started to concentrate. We could see Marcie’s cheeks bulge and then she started swallowing away. When Michael had finished he pulled away from her mouth. Marcie had obviously taken it all as he didn’t hit her again.

“That’s a good cunt! You’ve learnt.” Michael said walking to the camera. And then the screen went blank again.

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We waited to see if there was anymore action to come but that appeared to be all there was. I looked at Carol’s eyes they were shining.

“So Carol what do you think about that?” I asked her

“That was really gross!” She said but her tone was saying something else, “Did she really drink their piss? She must have been really scared.”

Billie-Jo spoke up from where she was sitting. “Of course she’s scared, her tits were nearly scraped off and they were still hitting them. She’s going to do whatever they tell her.” She paused for a moment, “But why won’t they screw her properly? What is it that the sponsor wants?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, but I do know the brothers, they produce slaves much like I do, except their slaves are completely cowed, they cringe when threatened by anyone and are completely submissive.”

Carol looked at me as I spoke, “But how does that differ? You all take children and make slaves of them. Is there anything different?” She asked.

I pointed to Billie-Jo. “Would you call Billie-Jo a frightened child, scared of her own shadow?” I asked.

Carol shook her head, “Nope! She’s just like Pauline, she’s able to take charge and to be assertive when needed, I mean when you left her in charge the other day she told Pauline that she had to use the practise dummy with mustard on the cock, and she didn’t even let Pauline talk her out of it!” She said smiling.

Pauline grimaced at that which made us all laugh, but Billie-Jo folded her arms. “That was because Master had told me to! And I know not to let master down.” She then smiled, “And because I liked the idea of that!”

“So because I’d told you to do something you had to do it?” I asked Billie-Jo.

She blushed and shook her head, “I don’t do everything you tell me to master,” She admitted, “I won’t hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it, but if it’s for training then I understand why I have to.”

“So if I told you to rape Carol with a large dildo right now?” I asked her.

She stood up, bent over and presented her ass to me. “I’m sorry master but I won’t!” She said.

“And why are you like that?” I asked her.

“Because I deserve to be punished master.” She said still in the position.

I looked at Carol, “So does she deserve punishment?” I asked her

She shook her head, “No master, she deserves to be rewarded for thinking about the problem without regards for the punishment.”

“But she did have regard for the punishment, she’s asking for punishment now. Isn’t that a form of submissiveness?” I prompted.

“No master! Not in this case.” Said Pauline. “Billie-Jo knows that although she may deserve punishment because of her refusal . . . you won’t spank her!”

Carol turned to me. “You won’t?” she asked. I shook my head. “Does that mean you will?” She asked confused.

“No, it means that I will not punish a slave for refusing a bad order. But Robert and Michael will, they delight in hurting their trainees it doesn’t matter what they’ve done wrong, even if they haven’t. So their slaves won’t do anything without explicit instructions.” I said, “My slaves are, I’ll admit, broken but I rebuild them to accept their new life, show them what has happened to them and then give them a reason to enjoy their life. The brothers will break their trainees and then pass them to their new owners. To let them sort out the problems that will occur.”

“Master is telling you the truth Carol, I still know what my home life was like and I’ve accepted my role in life now, Master has proven himself the best thing that happened to me.” Billie-Jo said and then added, “Master, can I get up now?” She was still bent over before us.

“Of course you can Billie-Jo.” I said and she gratefully got up and then kissed me. I held her for a few minutes before I continued talking. “There is one time when I would produce a completely submissive slave, but that is when the order requests one, but then she would be taken from such a place where there was no hope for her to begin with.”

I had a list of institutions where girls were held, it would be difficult to achieve but I had identifications that would allow me to transport such girls from one institution to another, it was a ‘one shot’ id, but that would be enough. Although I’m not certain now if I could do it, but I might deliver her to another team, yes, including the brothers.

Carol asked the question, “Do such places exist?”

“Yes Carol, most are reform schools where incorrigible girls are held, it’s then a matter of taking away all hope for her and then destroying her identity.” I said evenly watching her face. “Then it’s simple.” I finished. Carol’s expression hadn’t changed she was still interested in what I was saying . . . and accepting it? I must admit that puzzled me.

“So why aren’t they doing that to Marcie?” Carol asked me.

“I don’t know, they’ve told her that her virginity is safe from them, but I think that means it reserved for some special punishment at another stage.” I speculated.

“Such as what?” She persisted. But I wouldn’t be drawn into this.

“You’ll have to wait and see, I’m sure we’ll get further DVD’s soon.” I prophesised.