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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 25 ] Another DVD arrived with the post, it was addressed to me, but I recognised the printed address label. ‘Bill must have a faulty printer’ I thought but then realised that it had to be the font used by his computer – another form or misdirection if needed. I slipped the DVD into my drive to check it out. It opened with Marcie tied to a frame, the frame was metal and I didn’t like the look of either it or the cables that appeared to be attached to it. She was still wearing the diaper, but it was very dirty as if she’d been wearing it for several days, which was highly likely. I skipped through the DVD to see the main action and then smiled, Carol would find this interesting I thought. There was also another letter for Carol from her parents, these were becoming frequent now I was amused to note that as Carol’s writing improved so did her mother’s, as if mother and daughter were in competition to see who could be neater. Carol was downstairs exercising; she was using small weights to strengthen her arms, of course she couldn’t do much with them at the moment, but she was improving. I waited for her to finish before I made myself obvious to her. She saw me and smiled; she put down the weights and came to me, kneeling on one leg with her head bowed. Pauline and Billie-Jo both looked over and smiled, “Welcome master, your slave is ready for you.” She said in a formal tone. I smiled at her voice and then folded my arms imperiously, “Thank you slave, now present yourself!” I said equally formally. She stood up and then opened her arms. “I am slave Carol master. I’m afraid that I am not yet fit enough to take you in either my cunt or ass, but my mouth is available as are my hand. My tits are still forming and as yet are unable to be used to masturbate your cock – although if you desire I will try my best.” She paused and drew in a deep breath, “My body though is improving and grows stronger each day, I’m trying to keep up to the targets you’ve set and I’m exercising my cunt in preparation for the day when you can take me, I’ve found that I’ve started to lubricate and Billie-Jo says it’s very sweet!” I looked at Billie-Jo who nodded and then shouted out. “And she came as well!” I raised my eye at Carol who blushed and nodded, “Yes master it was fantastic. I never realised that it felt like that!” She started to babble away – I held up my hand to silence her. “And when did this breakthrough occur?” I asked. Carol shook her head. “Oh no master, she didn’t break anything! That’s still there waiting for your.” She smiled as she said that and then realise what I asked as she then said, “It was last night while she was staying with me, I asked her not to tell you.” She looked down in sorrow, “I’m sorry master, I’ve made Billie-Jo lie to you and I deserve punishment.” I made a face as if deliberating her words and then I said, “Yeeess, I think you do as well, so I’m going to make you . . .” I held up the DVD, “watch this in its entirety!” Her eyes went wide, “You’ve got another one master? When can we watch it?” She asked, eagerness sounding in her voice. “This afternoon, after your lessons – now get to it!” I said turning her around and pushing her towards Pauline and Billie-Jo who had a desk prepared for her. I cocked my finger at Billie-Jo and beckoned her over. “I’m sorry master, I didn’t want to hide this from you, but she made me promise.” Billie-Jo said I just held onto her. “That’s okay Billie-Jo, I’m not angry with you, I’m proud that you were able to hold it in. I’d expected you to come running with the news, but it was Carol’s news to report not yours.” I hugged her, “Did you coach her through that routine?” She nodded, “Yes master, she wants to know what it’s like to be one of your slaves. I thought this might be the way to start her off.” Her answer made me hold her tighter; I kissed her on the head and sent her back to her desk to carry on with her work. I returned upstairs and prepared lunch. Today it was a salad. I took it downstairs and amazed Carol by allowing her to eat it instead of her normal liquid fare – I couldn’t find out how to liquidise lettuce anyway! Once finished and Pauline had taken the plates upstairs, Billie-Jo and I got the area set up for the television – I’d attached the PC to the television for better viewing. I place the DVD into the drive and the action started. --- As I said earlier, Marcie was tied to the frame, on occasions her body would shake and she’d start to scream. As I thought it was electrified, both Pauline and Billie-Jo grasped what was happening and quickly informed Carol who seemed to sit up slightly more and concentrate on the action. Robert came into shot and pressed a button on a remote controller, a previously un-noticed hum stopped and Marcie relaxed slightly she knew that more was to come. “Now Bitch, time to take your diaper off. I suppose you’re pretty ripe down there by now ain’tcha?” He didn’t untie the safety pin that was holding the diaper on, but just cut it away. This allowed the towelling to just open up, revealing a brown mess that was matted into her pubic hair. “Christ! What a stink! Ain’tcha got any decency Bitch?” Robert said this in a sarcastic tone which seemed to do more to Marcie than her previous experience had already done. “Well, I suppose I’ve got to clean you up!” Robert said and disappeared from view, only to reappear with a hosepipe, from which he started to spray water over the girl, obviously it was cold water as she started to struggle. Then he started to aim the water at her hips, washing off the encrusted mess that was there, he then went behind her, hosing her back and buttocks. “I ain’t allowed to stuff this up you Bitch, although you deserve it, so all I can do is to hold it close!” Which he did, much to Marcie’s discomfort. Then he bent down and picked up a brush and used it on her bare skin, he then went to her front and started to scrape away. “There’s too much bush here! We’ll have to trim it! At least we’re allowed to do that . . . and Michael’s got the wax ready!” The camera focused on Marcie’s eyes which went wide with fear. Her gag was removed so that we could now hear her pleading, “Please no! It’s too hot! Aarrgghh! NO PLEASE NO, NO, NOooooo!” The camera pulled back to show strips of paper over Marcie’s groin. Michael came into view, on his hands were gloves; he grabbed hold of one strip and pulled downwards, causing Marcie to scream in wordless agony. “Oh sorry darling did that hurt?” Michael asked almost kindly . . . and then pulled away another strip. Now Marcie’s slit was fully exposed, the skin was a raw red colour. Marcie was now hanging from the frame moaning and gurgling with the pain from her crouch, but there were still some more strips of wax paper to be pulled away, which Michael did in quick order! “There, smooth as a baby’s bottom!” Michael said rubbing his hand on Marcie’s now denuded mons, he noticed how she flinched when he touched her, “Aww, sore is it? Well I can help you with that!” He produced a bottle of after shave and started to apply it to Marcie’s mons. “NO! NO! It’s burning me, you’re killing me! Please Stop!” She screamed out but Michael took no notice of her. “Don’t worry love, you’ll survive, you’re just going to wish you hadn’t that’s all” Michael said smirking as he applied more aftershave to Marcie’s raw skin. This made her scream anew. Robert then came back into shot, he stood by the frame holding Marcie and folded his arms, “You know what bitch? We could have shaved you first which would have been less agonising for you, except your sponsor didn’t want us to . . . he hopes you liked it!” And they both left, leaving Marcie hanging from her bonds. The screen faded to black. --- I paused the DVD and looked at the girls. Billie-Jo and Pauline looked uncomfortable they were both rubbing their slits in sympathy. Carol, however, just looked grim. “There’s more to view? Do you want to watch it?” I asked, but had already seen the answer in Carol’s eyes. “You know master, I’m glad you took me and not them!” Billie-Jo said, “People say the grass is greener on the other side, I prefer this one!” She added. “I agree master. I don’t think that I’d like that to be done to me! I’m just glad I’m not her age yet!” Pauline said while examining her own bald slit. “She doesn’t deserve hair on her cunt; she stopped me from growing any!” Carol said in a dangerous tone. I took another look at the girls and their faces and then pressed the play button --- The screen brightened up to show Carol being untied from the frame, she was unable to stand and had to be held up by Michael who grabbed Marcie by the breasts from behind her, his grip was so hard that her tits were forced through the gaps in his fingers. “Now Bitch this is something we’d like to do ourselves, but that’s not allowed! It’s time for your cherry busting!” Marcie paled as she knew what this meant. “But you’re not allowed to!” Marcie exclaimed, “You’ve told me several times that you’re not able to rape me! So you can’t do it!” She was almost triumphant in her declaration. But then Michael pulled her down to her knees and a naked Robert came up and stood in front of her. “Well darling, all we’re going to do is to rape your mouth until you agree to use this!” He held up a small dildo – although to Marcie’s eyes it seemed large. She opened her mouth to shout but Robert rammed himself forward invading her mouth. He gave a few thrusts and pulled out. Marcie gave a deep breath and started to cry. “None of that Bitch, you know that’s all you’re good for! Now either you stick this up your twat or Robert will continue to use you!” Michael held up the dildo but Marcie didn’t reach for it, so he handed it to Robert which gave him both hands free. Robert held the dildo within reach of Marcie’s clutching hands. Michael placed one hand on Marcie’s head, pushing forward onto Robert’s cock, his other hand brushed Marcie’s tits, scraping his nails over the skin. Robert kept thrusting for a minute while Michael kept on his assault on Marcie’s breasts. Finally Marcie reached out and grabbed the dildo. Once they saw that both Michael and Robert stopped their assaults and raised her up to her feet. “Alright Bitch, all you have to do is to push that up inside you until you touch your cherry, then you’ve got to push it all the way up! If you stop then we’ll give you some encouragement.” Robert showed Marcie a Bullwhip; she quickly placed the dildo into her cunt and slowly pushed it up inside her. She winced as it entered her. Michael snapped his fingers. “I knew there was something I forgot . . . that’s a special dildo, its sandpaper covered, just so you’d get the full feeling. Now push in it Cunt!” Marcie started to cry again, but was too scared of the brothers to stop now; she slowly pushed the dildo until it reached her membrane and stopped. “I can go any further! It hurts!” She complained, but Robert cracked the whip, making her jump. “You can Bitch, just move it in and our a few times and then give a good push, you’ll find it’ll get easier later on!” Michael said in an almost friendly tone, which should have alerted Marcie, but she drew out the dildo not seeing the red that marred its surface. She screamed as she pushed it back in, she did this a couple of times and then took a deep breath before pushing hard. “OH GOD!” She screamed as she broke her hymen, it made her stop then but Michael grabbed hold of her chin. “Now cunt! Keep that up until we tell you otherwise; go on fuck yourself with it ‘cos you’re going to do it everyday from now on!” He smiled wickedly and nodded to Robert. “Now you’ve got that done there’s somewhere else that needs attention, and we’ve got the thing for that!” Robert had disappeared only to return with a stool on which a dildo was already placed, as Marcie looked at it in despair Michael continued, “Don’t worry that’s just for your ass! You’ve got to make yourself ready!” He wouldn’t say for what but grabbed hold of her wrist, pushing it so that the dildo in her hand went deep into the girl. Marcie cried as the sandpaper rubbed against the remnants of her hymen, “Please I’ve done what you’ve asked of me, please stop it!” she cried out but Robert just laughed at her discomfort while Michael kept moving his hand. “Stop it! Please stop it! You’re not supposed to do anything to me!” Marcie cried out but Michael laughed. “Sorry Bitch, but you’re doing it! All I’m doing is helping you, we were told that we could . . . Didn’t we mention that?” He smiled at her, “Tell you what, why don’t we help you with a seat?” He looked at his brother who nodded. Marcie looked at both the brothers and raised her hands leaving the dildo still in her cunt. “No please I don’t want to!” She exclaimed which made both brothers laugh. “Who the hell care what YOU want! Now get on that stool and push that prick up your ass!” Marcie started to back away from the brothers but her path was blocked by the frame. Michael smiled and held up a remote. The frame gave a spark and Marcie screamed in pain as the electric grounded through her body. She stumbled forward and ended up in the arms of Robert and Michael who lifted her up and turned her over. Now she was hanging above the seat of the stool with her hair brushing the fixed dildo. “Okay cunt! That is a dry dildo, when it’s poked up into you it’s going to be dry and hurt you. I suggest you try to get it nice and wet, that way you might have an easier time with it! Now get that into your mouth!” Michael shouted at her. She looked ‘up’ and saw the dildo almost at her mouth. The brothers started to drop her down. She felt the dildo knocking on her lips. She appeared to be too scared to try to stop them, which wouldn’t have worked anyway, and so she opened her mouth, we could see her tongue working away as she was dropped lower allowing more of the dildo into her mouth. “I don’t think she’s enjoying this Robert.” Michael said smiling. “I think the same.” Robert said also smiling. “Ain’t that a shame!” Michael said and nodded. The two lowered Marcie so that her nose hit the seat of the stool, which meant that the dildo was pushed into her throat. She began to struggle in their grip as she tried to breath. “You stupid Bitch, don’t ya know you’ve got to breathe through your nose!” Michael said sarcastically. “I would have thought you’d learnt that by now.” The two then began to raise and lower Marcie, making the dildo fuck the girl in the mouth for a few minutes until they pulled her off. “Now bitch get your arse ready for this. It works better if you relax. I’ll just take this from you!” Michael reached down and pulled the dildo from out of Marcie’s cunt where it had still remained, the sandpaper holding it in place. The pain of this withdrawal caused her to moan, her throat was unable to support a scream now. “Don’t worry girlie, you’ll be able to put it back in a few minutes!” Robert told her. The two brothers lined up the dildo with her ass and gently lowered her onto it, so that she was perched on the plastic cock with her hands on the seat of the stool holding herself up. “Now all you have to do is to lower yourself onto that prick, its simple! Just let go and let gravity do the rest!” Robert told her. Marcie couldn’t sob as she was all cried out but hung her head loosely as she struggled to keep herself up, but she was already weakened by the torment she’d received and it wasn’t long before she raised her head up and we could tell the moment when the dildo breached her anal ring. Her eyes bulged out and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Michael and Robert kept watching giving her ‘encouragements’ such as “The first six inches are the worst!” and “it’s going to hurt but then it should!” this carried on until she gave up and covered her eyes with her hands, the unsupported weight of her body sliding her down the last inch of the dildo. “Well done bitch, I thought you’d last a bit longer though. Now carry on with this!” Michael handed her back the dildo. She looked at it in shock and then opened her legs to position the head of the dildo against her slit; she slowly pushed it into her body! The film ended with Marcie, impaled on a dildo violating her own cunt with a sandpapered covered dildo and crying all the time. --- I waited for the girl’s reactions; the first one I received from Carol was .. . “That was a rather small dildo wasn’t it?” Billie-Jo turned to her with an amazed look on her face, “Didn’t you hear them say it was covered in sandpaper? Do you have any idea how sensitive you are down there?” “Well . . .” Carol thought for a moment and then hung her head. “No I don’t, you’ve have more experience than I have!” she admitted. “Too right I have! Those two aren’t just bad . . . they’re sadists as well. Now I’m really glad that master took me and not them!” Billie-Jo said venomously. Carol looked puzzled, “What you do mean sadists? How are they worse?” Pauline looked at her and shook her head. “Sadists are people who like to inflict pain on others; it gives them a sexual high. The more they can hurt others the better they feel, until they finish off by torturing their victim to death. It’s the worst way anyone can die.” Carol looked at me with a smile on her face which dropped when she saw mine. “But she can’t mean that master . . . I mean no-one can be like that? Can they?” I nodded my head, “Yes they can! To them it simple, pain equal pleasure especially if you’re the person inflicting it. The more pain you can inflict the better. There’s a joke that a masochist met with a sadist who offered to torture him, the masochist went with the sadist to his torture chamber and undressed, stood in the middle of the room and then said to the sadist ‘aren’t you going to start?’ the sadist just stood there smiling and replied, ‘I already have!’” Pauline smiled and then laughed at the joke, but Carol looked puzzled at her. “Don’t you see Carol?” Pauline said, “The masochist wants to feel pain, but by depriving him of it the sadist got more pleasure. Through the masochist’s feelings when he wasn’t hurt by the sadist.” I shook my head, “It’s a difficult concept if you’re not prepared for it. I suggest you read Justine by the Masqués de Sade, I should have it somewhere. Think of him as a blueprint for the sadists that followed him. It’s from him that we have the name.” I told her. I left the DVD with the girls just in case they wanted to watch it. I went back upstairs to prepare the dinner; I wanted it light again so that Carol could eat normally. |