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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 24 ] I was woken up by a warmth surrounding my cock, although the sensation was different from normal, I opened my eyes to find myself looking at the thin emaciated back of Carol who was bent over my cock, taking it into her mouth. To my side and giving Carol instructions and encouragement was Billie-Jo. I raised a hand and started to rub Carol’s back, making her jump and forcing some of my cock into her throat and out again, she coughed for a couple of minutes and then she looked back at me. “I’m sorry master, you surprised me.” She said before turning back and taking my cock into her mouth again. “That’s it Carol, don’t give up! Now just tease the head and then go slightly deeper . . . that’s it, now just bob your head, let it just brush your throat.” Billie-Jo instructed Carol, “you’re going to feel that you’re about to throw up, but just swallow and take as much as you can, remember the practise dummy.” Carol followed the advice she was given and showed that she had taken them to heart as I felt my cock enter her tight throat, her muscles swallowing away to accept me. “Bloody hell girl! You’ve done this before!” Billie-Jo exclaimed as she watched Carol take me down to the root. Carol drew her head back so that she could talk and breathe, “No Billie-Jo, honest. I just followed your instructions and remembered how Marcie was forced to take those two. I just imagined that they were behind me.” And then she started again bobbing her head up and down, causing a sweet sensation in my body. Billie-Jo was watching me while she carried on coaching Carol. She knows my expression too well. “Okay Carol, he’s almost ready to cum, and remember what I told you!” I could feel Carol’s hands on my balls, lightly massaging them, feeling them tighten as my body prepared to erupt into her mouth. Suddenly I came, spurting away with in the recesses of her mouth; I felt her lips sealing themselves on my shaft ash she gently withdrew, pulling the skin back with her until her mouth was clear of my cock. Then she surprised me by wiping my cock dry with her hair, she looked at Billie-Jo, her cheeks bulging. Billie-Jo smiled and then kissed Carol, I could see their tongues moving away as they shared my cum between them, when they separated a strand hung between their lips. Both girls mad a production of swallowing before laughing and hugging each other. The both girls got up and stood before me. “Good morning master, did you like Carol’s poor effort?” Billie-Jo asked me, “She wanted to surprise you while Pauline prepared the breakfast.” I must have been slow as I hadn’t noticed that Pauline wasn’t in the basement, I must have been distracted by something!! But then the door opened and Pauline arrived with the breakfast on a tray. She had prepared cereals as they were simple to do, with porridge for Carol. I made the three girls shower and brush their teeth, I joined them but due to the time we didn’t ‘play’ in the shower but just washed, I was pleased to see that Pauline had made more porridge for Carol than she’d be eating previously. We had to build her up a bit more before we could start her on solids. I checked the watchdog screen – nothing to report, apart from a cat that strayed across our yard. It noted that the program had been paused by Pauline half-an-hour beforehand. I cancelled the program and heard the ‘Sslluuurrpp!” sound which signified that it was closed (imagine a dog giving you a very wet lick and you’ll understand the sound). I joined the girl in eating the breakfast that Pauline had provided. I decided that if Carol was feeling fit enough to give a blow-job then she could go back to doing some exercises, so to Pauline and Billie-Jo’s annoyance I got out the Barney video’s again. Carol did the exercises three times before she admitted that she wasn’t able to continue. I allowed her to sit down while Billie-Jo and Pauline did their normal exercises while Carol looked on in envy. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll soon be able to copy them, and then it’s on with your model training after that.” I told her She looked at me in surprise, “You mean it?” She asked, “You’re still going ahead with it?” I tried to look shocked, “Of course! When I tell a slave she’s going to be something, then trust me she will achieve it! You’ve got to learn deportment, and poise. How to walk correctly and how to act!” I then looked sternly at her. “You will also have your normal school lessons and the extra-curricular lessons in the afternoons; I don’t want you to get bored with life here.” She looked at me and then nodded her head. “Of course master, I hope I’ll be able to keep up to your standards.” She said. “So do I slave, because you will be fit enough to be punished should you slip. And you know what I mean by punishment don’t you?” I asked her. “You’ll send me to bed without tea?” She asked, cocking her head onto one side like a puppy-dog. “You’ll be hung by your wrists in the center of the cell while I, Billie-Jo or Pauline whips you until we think you’ve learnt. Maybe all three of us at the same time! — Just so you can’t dodge us all!” I said to her smiling. “And then after that bed without tea?” She queried. “Of course!” I said, “How else would you know you’ve been punished!” I finished. “Master! You’re mean and nasty and I’m going to tell my mummy of you!” She said but her giggling fit at the end ruined her act. I smiled at her, “Carol I don’t think you need acting lessons! But you’re going to have to control your sense of humour. Now what are you reading today?” and the rest of the morning was taken up with the girl’s classwork. --- I won’t go over the details of the next few days, they were just the same routine every day, in the mornings whoever was in the basement with Carol would be woken up by her practising either cunnilingus or fellatio. In most cases we tried to repay the favour but without any result on her. Her letters home were full of how she was gaining weight and her school work, she didn’t mention the ‘extra’ lessons that she was receiving, for which I was glad as I didn’t want to censor her mail. She also wrote letters to her Uncle Bill, these I didn’t read as I felt he was able to understand what was happening to her. I did contact Sharon to let her know our progress with Carol, “That sound wonderful Paul, do you want me to come down soon?” She asked me. “No, there’s no need at the moment, she doesn’t need any medical attention and she seems to be coping with her situation here, in fact she’s taking interest in . . . other things here.” “I see, you’re not forcing her into anything are you?” Sharon asked warily. “No, she’s studying the subject but there is no coercion involved, she wants to learn this and is throwing herself into it completely.” I said but knowing that Sharon wasn’t going to believe me without proof. “Do you want to check with Carol herself, she’s downstairs but does have a phone in the room.” “I wouldn’t mind, that’s if you’ve no objections.” She said sounding relieved at my offer. “Of course not Sharon, hold on and I’ll connect you to the room.” I pressed a button on the phone to activate a conference call and dialled the basement number, Pauline answered. “Hello, daddy?” She asked knowing that anyone could be on the phone and that saying ‘master’ could cause problems. “Hi Pauline, I’ve got Sharon listening in could you put Carol on please?” I said and heard Pauline shout over, ‘Carol there’s a call for you!’ soon a puzzled Carol picked up the handset, “H . . . Hello?” she said quierously “Hello Carol its Sharon, I just want to check up on you!” Sharon said immediately, before I could say anything. “I know Paul is helping you through this time but how are you getting on, I wouldn’t like to hear that you’re being forced into anything.” “Oh no Sharon. I’m having lots of fun here, Pauline and Billie-Jo are showing me a whole lot of things.” Carol said enthusiastically. “And you want to learn them?” Sharon asked dubiously “Oh yeah! Not that Mum and Dad’s going to know about them, but some of the kids at school may like them.” “Uh! Carol, I think you’d better wait until later for that!” I cautioned her. “I suppose so. Erm Sharon, when will you be coming here to check on me?” Carol said not sounding repentant at my words. Sharon just laughed, “I think in a couple of week’s time, if Paul doesn’t mind?” “Not at all, just give me a call, you’ll find that I’m listed in the directory on the computer.” “Yes I did find that out, don’t you feel . . . observed?” She asked me. “Carol I think we’ve finished, go back to your lessons now.” I said first, “I know I’m being watched by the Council it’s the only way I’m still allowed to be here. Does it bother me? Yes, but then what else could I do?” “Nothing I suppose . . . Paul I will be down to check on Carol in two weeks as I said. I’ll drive down with Safina let her see you and how you’re getting on.” “Sharon is that wise, she might feel threatened by coming here.” I warned her “I don’t want to bring William along, he certainly doesn’t trust you.” She laughed, “he’s here with me looking daggers at the moment, but he’s going to have to put up with it.” “Sharon are you causing problems with your two?” I asked her. “Oh yes, I find confrontation is great for making life exciting.” Sharon said before she hung up. “May you live in interesting times.” I said to the silent phone. --- I closed the connection and smiled, it could be dangerous to cause friction within a household but then that wasn’t my problem. I had enough to do with the three girls downstairs. I checked the time and then decided that I should be preparing dinner for the girls, this time it was a hot meal for us and a liquidised portion for Carol, I wasn’t allowing her solid food just yet – much to her disgust – her stomach wasn’t yet up to the task of heavy digestion. I sounded the alert for the girls – giving them time to get washed and ready for the meal, and then placed the meals onto a tray, I debated about carrying it down but then decided to use the dumb-waiter – well it was what it was designed for after all. I loaded the dumb-waiter and sent it down to the basement. I walked to the basement door and opened it. The girls were lined up as I entered and locked the basement door. They bowed as I entered, but I noticed that Pauline was watching me as she did so, when they rose up I smiled. “Well done girls, please prepare for lunch.” I was holding my arms out as if I had a tray on them. I walked to the table and mined putting the tray on it. I sat on a chair and gestured to the girl. “Well don’t dawdle sit down and eat!” Dutifully the three sat down and stared at the empty table. Pauline then looked at me with a frown on her face. “Master, forgive me but are you feeling well?” “I’m feeling very well Pauline, why do you ask?” I replied blandly. “Well master . . . unless the food is so light that it’s invisible, or there is no food there!” She said, and she did sound apologetic about the statement. I got up from my seat and frowned at the girls. “Do you accuse me of not bringing food down here and hoping that you wouldn’t notice?” Pauline looked down for a few seconds and then looked me straight into my eyes. “I’m sorry master but I do.” There was a gasp from Carol who looked at Pauline as if she was mad. I smiled, “Well done. You’re almost correct.” I moved away from the table and went to the dumb-waiter, I opened it to allow the smell of the food to waft its way to the table. I took the tray and then delivered it to the table. I made sure I served Pauline first. I handed carol her cup of food she made a face at the green colour – it’s amazing that whatever you liquidise in a meal it always ends up as dark green! — But started to drink her meal. Billie-Jo looked at her plate and then back to me. “Master?” She said. I smiled “Yes Billie-Jo?” “Why did you do that?” I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Why did you pretend not to have any food like that?” “To see.” “What?” Billie-Jo asked she was really confused. “To see what you three would do. I’m happy that Pauline was brave enough to ask, but I suspected that she would do. But for now eat your meal; we’ll discuss this later on.” And I wouldn’t be drawn into any conversation about my strange behaviour. “So Carol, I hope you’ve got on with your classwork.” I asked. “Yes master, but we didn’t cover weather in my geography class, we’re not supposed to until next term!” She said. I nodded, “Yes, so I gathered, but you do see how the airstreams affects the weather in parts of the world.” She shook her head, “Not just the airstreams master, but the seas also plays a part as well!” She said. “Good! You do understand it then, not just the winds but the water is involved, so how about hurricanes how do they enter into the problem?” I asked . . . and the rest of the dinner carried on with a discussion about the weather. --- I sent Pauline upstairs with the dinner plates and waited for her to return. Billie-Jo was anxious to start asking questions about my behaviour earlier and Carol also looked as if she wanted to join in the discussion. Eventually Pauline returned, I set the watchdog program as I didn’t expect to return upstairs for some time. I sat the girls down on the settee and placed myself in an armchair before them. “Now then Billie-Jo you had a question to ask?” “Master you are being nasty aren’t you?” Billie-Jo asked. “Me? Would I do that?” I asked hiding a smile. “Yes!” Billie-Jo said instantly, “When you came down you pretended to have our dinner, then you acted as if you were placing the food on the table and then you expected us to sit down and eat it! Why?” “As I said to see what you would do?” I answered. Carol spoke up “Master, you said that you expected Pauline to question you.” “Indeed I did Carol, Billie-Jo how does Carol differ from you?” I asked my young slave. “She wasn’t trained by you master!” Billie-Jo said immediately. “How does that make a difference?” Carol asked. I looked at Pauline. Pauline looked at me before answering, “Because I wasn’t trained by master I’m able to stand back and see him for what he is, when he’s acting out of character I’m able to see it and question him about it.” She paused and looked at me before continuing. “If I’m wrong, or even if I’m right I shouldn’t have asked him as I did, for that I deserve punishment.” I ignored her statement for the moment, “So Carol what is the answer?” She thought for a moment, “Although you tell me that your slaves are able to think for themselves and are assertive. Billie-Jo didn’t want to point out that there was nothing on the table, Pauline was able to as she doesn’t believe you’re inmallable.” “I did want to ask master why he doing that, but I didn’t think it was my place. Master normally knows what he’s doing.” Billie-Jo said in her defence. “I do normally know, and Carol the word is infallible not inmallable. No you see the problem that I have with my trainees. They do not think that I am a normal human, so if I go mad with one of my girls here they won’t tell me.” I smiled at Pauline, “But I can trust Pauline to watch me and to take action.” “What can she do?” Carol asked me, Pauline shook her head slightly to show that she didn’t want her secret to be revealed. “She can phone her orphanage to let them know she’s in danger, they will send out a team to retrieve her and probably take me as well. So I trust her to do the right thing.” I looked at Pauline who gave a small smile, “Pauline if I had continued to say that there was food on the table what would you have done?” Pauline looked at me directly ignoring the other two girls. “First of all master I would have gone to the sporting cupboard and get your hunting pistol, after you were sedated I would access the computer and send a message. I’m sorry master but that was your order to me.” I nodded, “Yes it was wasn’t it.” Well it wasn’t my order but that was how it was ingrained in all of Pauline’s aspects. I knew this and had accepted it. “Should she be able to do that? Wouldn’t Billie-Jo try to stop her?” Carol asked. Again Billie-Jo spoke up, “I’m sorry master, but I wouldn’t!” Carol just looked at her in shock. “You wouldn’t try to stop Pauline from shooting the master?” She asked the young girl. “It’s not a pistol with bullets, it fires anaesthetic darts – they last between 2 to 4 hours, master wouldn’t have been hurt, just unconscious. I would protect master from actual harm whoever the assailant might be.” Billie-Jo explained. “I might worry about him and stay with him, but that’s all.” Carol looked at me for explanation. “You see Carol I try to ensure that my girls are looked after, the worst thing that could happen would be if I went mad. Would you want a mad trainer running around kidnapping girls? What would happen to them? In this way I can be in a straight-jacket with the minimum amount of fuss. I might froth and foam at them but that would be all.” I looked at Carol and smiled. “And I trust Pauline to do the right thing.” Carol looked at Pauline and me shaking her head, she still was confused but then she smiled. “So it was a test? Just to see if Pauline was still going to obey your commands” She asked. “Yes, something like that. Of course you could have asked me what was happening?” “But it might be something that you’ve done before? I didn’t want to make a fool of myself if you had.” Carol said. “You didn’t learn the lesson of the Emperors new clothes! The boy who was the only one to question why the king was naked? What type of person do you want to be, one who accepts everything at face value or who questions why?” I asked her. “Its sometimes better to ask questions than keep quiet – people may think you’re a fool but then you will know better . . . and you will find out more than they will ever know.” It sounded like Zen but was good advice to follow. The rest of the afternoon was involved in the theory of the training of slaves . . . and so the day went on. |