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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 30 ] We completed the breakfast and then we went down to the basement, William was still in the frame, of course, tears running down his face. “please stop them . . . please don’t let them eat me . . . please . . . please . . .” He was babbling away. The tail of the catsuit was shorter than I’d expected. I went to the computer and brought up the interface programme. The computer interrogated the catsuit and displayed the results on the screen.
Sharon looked up from the printout. “He’s been awake through all those hours.” She went to move to him but I stopped her. She looked at me, “But why not?” She whispered. “Because he attacked one of my slaves, or rather a guest in my house. I’m afraid I decide on the punishment due to William!” I looked at Pauline and watched her as she shifted aspects. “Master, there is more here than just disobedience, William is a Ropeville orphan and should not have tried anything like this at all! We need to find out how it happened!” This was the ‘spy’ aspect, the one I shouldn’t know about. “Well you spoke to him last night.” I said, “Not really master, he didn’t want to stop his attack and so I had to fight him.” She defended her position “Didn’t you get some information from him when you fought him?” I asked her. “Only a little, he dodged the . . . extra orientations classes that are held to acclimatise the orphans to life in Ropeville.” “So he wasn’t brainwashed with the rest of the kids?” At her look I amended my words, “He wasn’t set in the same mould as the others.” “That’s nearly as bad! But in essence, yes! I’d have to report this!” I looked at Sharon who’d been listening, “Don’t worry, she’s already aware of me!” “Oh really! Sharon I’d thought you’d tell me of anything like this?” I said to her. But she shook her head, “I’m sorry Paul, but it was strictly need to know! I was told you were being monitored, but she’s still very loyal to you.” She looked at Pauline, “No I won’t be telling them,” She reassured the girl. I quickly looked around to Carol and Billie-Jo – they were both out of earshot and hadn’t heard any of our talk, or so I hoped. I turned back to Pauline and Sharon, “Okay then – Pauline, without my knowledge, will contact Ropeville and inform them of this problem. Sharon you and I will carry on with William’s punishment. Alright?” Pauline smiled slightly, “Yes master, if you’ll excuse me I have to be elsewhere!” And she quickly left us, Carol and Billie-Jo watched her leave, Billie-Jo went to follow her sister but I called her back. “Billie-Jo can you get the dog whip and three taws please, Sharon will be using a taws while I have the whip. For now let’s get him undressed.” While Billie-Jo went to get the items I asked for, I pressed a command button on the computer keyboard. The tail extended to it full length and the catsuit appeared to burst open and away from William’s body, leaving him naked on the frame. I directed Sharon to find the pouches mentioned on the screen and we managed to decant them into a couple of jugs. Sharon looked at them in puzzlement. “What are we going to do with those?” She asked but I could see she already knew the answer to that question. “Well he’s lost a lot of moisture during the night, it’s only right that it gets replaced as soon as possible.” I threw away the contents of the sweat jug – I couldn’t see anyone drinking that, although it was possible. And I poured some of the urine jug into a squeeze bottle and handed it to Carol. “He’s to drink all of that! It will help him to regain a little health during the next part!” Carol took the bottle and placed the straw into William’s mouth, he took a deep draught before the taste struck him, he went to spit it out. I grabbed hold of his face. “Don’t you even think about it slave!” I snarled at him, “You’re going to drink that entire bottle, or I’m going to jam the whole of that tail so far up your ass it’s going to come out of your mouth!” William looked at me as if judging my mood, he didn’t like what he saw and, reluctantly, started to drink again, making a face as he swallowed. When he finished the bottle I showed him the remainder in the jug and smiled, “You’re going to finish that before we’ve finished with you!” I took the whip from Billie-Jo and cracked it, making the boy flinch as he heard it, “Oh no William,” I said, “It’s not the one you hear that’s the problem!” This time I brought the whip down on his back, the way I’d been taught many years ago, a line scored itself down William’s back, and he screamed out in pain. I spoke evenly, “You see boy there are things that a slave understands, like obeying his owner’s orders without questioning it. Knowing your place in a strange house, if you had behaved yourself you would have had a quieter, and happier, night!” I struck him twice more, bring cries from him. I handed Sharon the taws and stood back. Sharon went in front of William, she held the taws up before him, and his eyes were following the leather object she held. “You were told to stay upstairs were you not?” She asked him. “Yes Mistress.” William said quickly. “But you came down here. Why?” She asked, “It was her! She called me down!” William said trying to shift the blame. “You heard her? Through two closed doors?” He nodded his head in answer. “LIAR!” Sharon said bringing the taws down onto his chest, William gave a faint cry, Sharon looked at me, I shook my head and then mouthed ‘upwards’ and looked towards William’s groin. Sharon looked white but nodded her head. Her hand came sharply up striking William in the balls.” “OH GOD! NO!” He screamed out and tried to pull away from her. “You came down here to rape Carol didn’t you?” Sharon said sharply “NO! no! I didn’t mistress, honest.” He persisted, this time Sharon brought the taws down onto his cock. “AAARRRGGGGHHHHH! YES . . . YES I did. I mean you were with that girl, HE was with that other girl, I didn’t see why I had to miss out!” He started to blubber away. I stood away and gestured to Carol. “How do you feel at the moment?” I asked her. “I feel fine master, why do you ask?” She replied. I directed her to go to Billie-Jo and to get a strap on. She was puzzled but obeyed. I returned my attention to Sharon and William. “You’ve done it before? Haven’t you?” Sharon was asking him. William shook his head but Sharon persevered. She moved behind William and started to strike at William’s ass landing blow after blow. Finally – “YES Mistress . . . yes . . . please stop . . . please” William pleaded away, I stopped Sharon and walked in front of William. “Tell me William, have you forced yourself on Safina without orders or permission?” I asked him softly. He started to sob and hung his head “She . . . she wanted it . . . I just .. . just did what she wanted.” He said, but Sharon struck him again on his ass. “I don’t think that was the true situation was it?” My voice was still soft. William stayed in the same state, not answering. Sharon struck twice more before he finally shook his head. “It wasn’t right! Sharon chose me! Why should Safina be their favourite . . . So I showed her who was the boss. I made her satisfy me after she’d looked after the master and the mistress. It was my right! I told her that it was her place to do it . . . she didn’t say a word. Then you returned with mistress, I made sure she didn’t have a chance to talk!” I remembered how William had stayed near Safina when I visited them, I thought he was protecting her; it looked as if I was wrong. “You showed her that you were better than she was, you made her do whatever you wanted her to do for you.” I was whispering this to him now, I didn’t trust my voice to betray my feeling. “Yes, it’s the way they should be shown . . . I had to prove to her that I was a man, and that she had to do what I said . . . she didn’t want to . . . but I was stronger.” William panted out “But Safina was Sharon’s slave first, if anything she was above you, better than you!” I said through clenched teeth, Sharon was, by now, almost beyond control – hitting William without aiming. I stopped her. “Sharon, if you hit him too much he’ll get used to it!” She sat in a chair crying. “My poor Safina, she should have said something. What can we do?” She asked me. I gestured Carol over, she was now wearing a large strap on dildo and she stood before me, a strange sight, a young naked girl, her breasts just showing, her flat stomach and girlish legs with a large phallus sticking up from her, it was one of the largest ones we had. I spoke to her, “Carol, this slave wanted to rape you, to force from you that which you were preserving for another.” I could see her eyes grow cold and she looked at William. “It’s not yours, and will never be yours now! This is my body to give to whoever I wish – I only wish I could show you what it feels like . . .” She paused and looked down at her new attachment and a wicked smile came to her lips, “But I can, can’t I?” She looked at me and I could see that she was getting excited by this. William only had eyes for the dildo attached to the strap-on, “Oh no, please it’ll kill me!” He said. But, after whispered instructions, Carol went behind him. Billie-Jo had found a small box for Carol to stand on; this positioned her nicely to William’s ass. He felt the head of the dildo touching his dimpled anus and whimpered, “No please Carol don’t . . . I wasn’t going to hurt you, it was all in fun.” Carol bent close to his ear, “You know something slave William? It wasn’t fun! You didn’t think about me, only yourself . . . you know what? Here’s where I show you how much it hurts.” She looked at me and I nodded. “Master has given me permission.” She drew her hips back and then drove herself forward. “OH GOD! YOU’RE SPLITTING ME!” He screamed out and then screamed again as Sharon struck him with the taws on his balls again. Carol spoke again as she pounded the dildo in and out of Williams ass, “You’re lucky . . . You’re able to speak out . . . Just think what I was trying to do with your cock jammed down my throat.” She gave a vicious jab, “This is what it’s like to have a prick up your bum!” She kept reaming the boy until he started to cry like a baby. “Oh no! Please, I’m sorry . . . it’s just . . . I . . . my dad . . . dad . ..” He didn’t say anything more just cried away. I stopped Carol and Sharon, Carol reluctantly pulling out of Williams abused bum. Sharon just sat back onto the chair. I looked at William and then gestured to Billie-Jo to get a glass of water. She fed it to William who looked slightly shocked at the (non) taste, he swallowed it gratefully and then looked for more. Pauline had returned by this time and looked at the tableaux, “Having fun I see!” She said and then her mannerisms changed as her aspect returned to normal. “Master? Mistress Elizabeth has been on the phone, she would like you to contact her as soon as possible.” She then looked at Sharon, “She did ask if you would talk to her as well, mistress.” I looked at Sharon and held out my hand, “I think now is the best time” She took my hand and I led her from the basemen, I gestured to Pauline, “Keep an eye on Carol and William, also start recording everything he says, If Elizabeth was here I’d think she would ask about Williams’ father.” I watched Pauline blink and her manner changed, “Yes Paul, I’ll see what I can find out.” She said. “Don’t release him from the frame until I say so.” I told her before I left the basement. I closed and locked the door – removing the key and placing it into the small hole that only Pauline and I knew about, I then help the shaking Sharon up the stairs to contact Elizabeth at Ropeville. --- In the basement Billie-Jo and Carol were watching as Pauline approached William, Billie-Jo had noticed that the audio-visual recorder had been started but she didn’t say anything. Pauline picked up a taws and walked over to William, she was idly hitting her hand with the taws, seeing how he flinched as he heard the sound and started to whimper. “You don’t want me to use this on you, do you?” She asked, he hung on the frame and shook his head, “Why?” She persisted. “I . . . I had to show you! . . .Show you all that I was a man to be obeyed. . . I had to or else!” He managed to say his voice dropping all the time. “Why what would have happened if you failed?” Pauline asked softly “B . . . because . . . dad would take it out on us!” William said in a whisper. “But you were in the orphanage? How would he get you? I mean how did you get into the orphanage?” Pauline asked him. “W . . . well . . . dad . . . died . . . of . . .course! isn’t that how orphans are created?” “So how could your dad get you? If he’s dead you’re beyond his reach?” Carol said making Pauline frown at her. “That wouldn’t stop him! He’d always tell me . . . If you don’t prove yourself then I’ll come and kill you!” he tried to be brave but the fear was evident in his voice. “What about your mother? Couldn’t she have helped you?” Pauline said. “What her? Nope she left when I was younger . . . it was just me, dad and Sam. It was then that dad showed me how to treat girls” Williams voice changed slightly with the memories, it became sadder, more vunerable “Who was Sam? How old is Sam?” Pauline asked him. “Sam . . . Samantha was my sister, she was four years older than me . . . Mum left when I was six . . . dad said it was because of us she did it . . . because we wouldn’t behave. . . so he made us behave . . . he’d punish us every day . . . but he’d always make it up to Sam.” William’s voice sounded bitter as he spoke. “She used to sleep with me in our bedroom . . . but she moved to dad’s room . . . she used to wash me, but then that stopped . . . dad said that it was just the way women were . . . you had to show them who’s boss . . .never give them a chance to get one over on you!” “You were fond of your sister?” Pauline asked him. “Yes . . . no . . . yes, but she went to him . . . she didn’t stay with me .. . why would she do that? Dad was right . . . they all desert us . . . Why did she go with him?” He cried out. “Maybe she didn’t have the choice?” Billie-Jo said quietly William’s head turned to look at Billie-Jo, “What?” He asked puzzled. Billie-Jo got up and walked to the frame, she lightly touched William’s leg, patting it as you would a dog, “She might not have left you voluntarily, your dad may have forced her to move into his room . . . she might not have wanted to leave you.” She said simply But dad wouldn’t do that to her! . . . it was . . . just that she wanted him. . . that’s what dad told me!” Pauline looked at Billie-Jo before she spoke, “And of course your dad wouldn’t lie to you so that he got his own way?” William paused before he spoke again. “But that would mean that . . . No! Dad wouldn’t do that!” “But you would! And you take after your dad!” Carol now spoke up, “Remember. You told everyone that I called you down here when I didn’t! You were trying to get your own way!” “But why not? . . . I mean it was . . . “ His voice faltered, “Just . . . what . . . dad . . . taught . . . me!” he finished saying and then he started to cry again. The girls looked at each other, this was a form of slavery that they couldn’t understand, not even Pauline, but with Elizabeth’s knowledge she understood what had happened to William. “So what happened to Samantha?” She asked him. “She became the mother in the house . . . she was his favourite . . . if I tried to play with her he’d hit me . . . she was his not mine anymore . . . he told me that was how it was . . . ‘never let them get the upper hand! Always show them who’s the boss!’ that’s what he told me” William’s voice was a whisper. Pauline thought she had the whole picture, but there was still one thing that she wondered about, “William, what happened to Samantha and how did you dad die?” She asked him. “I remember there was the police . . . I was eight then . . . they came and. . . and took me from my bedroom . . . I had to walk pass . . . dad’s room.. . The door was open . . . They tried to stop me from looking.” There was a long pause, Pauline almost prompted William to speak again but then he started talking. “I saw . . . inside. . . Dad was lying on the bed . . . there was a knife sticking in him . . . and Sam . . .” he drew in a deep breath as he looked back in time, his eight year-old self looking into the doorway. “Sam was near the ceiling . . . swaying like she was on a swing . .. but she wasn’t . . . they told me that she had an accident . . . but I knew they were lying.” He started to cry. “I wanted to stay with Sam . . . but they said she . . . she’d gone away . . . I drove my mother away and my sister as well!” This time he started to cry. Pauline couldn’t ask him anymore questions as she found that she was crying as well. Billie-Jo was holding onto Carol, they had tears on their faces as well. Pauline stumbled to the door of the basement, for some reason she wasn’t focusing too well on where she was going, she found the door locked as she expected but she felt for the hole and the shape of the key which she found. She fumbled putting the key into the lock, but managed to do it, she left the basement, but remembered to lock the door behind her, and then went up the stairs to report back to me. |