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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 35 ] Pauline and Billie-Jo were having the time of their lives, ordering about poor Carol, and they were hard task masters. Every little infraction of their orders resulted in five strikes with the taws, I can only say that she became used to the girls slits and how to bring them off quickly. And she still had to do her exercises and study in the morning, along with everything else that she was ordered to do, this included a little lesson in cooking breakfasts for us all while she had cold cereal. The only time she could relax was at dinner, which I had decreed a ‘time-out’ period, where she could talk, moan and accuse if she wanted to. But she didn’t! Which impressed me, and the girls! She asked questions – ‘how should she have acted as a slave?’ How did I start in the trade? How did I meet Billie-Jo and Pauline? And other personal things like that. She seemed particularly interested in the making of one of my slaves. The last day of her ‘slave-ship’ also brought a letter from a model agency who was interested in using Carol in some photoshoots the following Monday, and would I have her ready by 10:00 and I would also need proof of guardianship. Well I had that, Bill had ensured that some weeks ago, so I made plans for us to travel, of course I swore Billie-Jo and Pauline to complete silence, in Billie-Jo’s case I told her that she would be tickled continuously for an hour, regardless of the consequences – rubber sheets would be needed. Friday was Carol’s last day as a slave, and the two girls ran her ragged, one act she had to do was to ride me while licking at Pauline’s slit, an act that wasn’t really working until I overrode them. I positioned Carol on her hands and knees with Pauline’s slit positioned right by Carol’s mouth. I placed myself behind the young girl and adjusted my cock to her slit. “Are you ready Carol?” I asked the girl, and before she could reply I pushed into her, forcing her mouth onto Pauline. Her sheath was warm and tight around my cock and could accommodate my full length within her, of course as I pounded in her she was trying to do justice to Pauline’s cunt using he knowledge of how Pauline reacted to certain stimuli. I could feel that I was soon going to inundate her cunt with my sperm and so I quickly pulled out of her leaving her gasping as I did so. Smiling away I dipped my finger into her slit and moistened it with her juices, then I anointed her anus with them, making her slippery and ready for me, she relaxed her sphincter as she had learnt earlier to allow me to push my way inside her butt. “Keep licking me slave, you’ve almost brought me off!” Pauline said striking Carol on her face, well she wasn’t aware of what I was doing at the time. I pushed on until I could feel her backside hitting my stomach, I wrapped my arms around her hips and located her slit, which I started to agitate with a knowing finger, my other hand started to move its way up her body until I found her forming tits which I started to mould and titillate. Carol, feeling that she was going to cum shortly re-doubled her attention to Pauline’s clit. Pushing her over the edge. As Pauline screamed out her pleasure I spurted inside Carol sending my roe deep into her entrails and making her pant with pleasure. Then Billie-Jo touched me on my shoulder, I turned to see her sporting a strap-on dildo and sparkling eyes. I disengaged from Carol and allowed Billie-Jo to ravish the girl with a quick thrust of her hips. Pauline smiled at Carol’s expression and got up from her reclining position. She quickly returned wearing a strap-on of her own and positioned herself before Carol’s mouth. “I hope you’re ready for this slave!” She said before pushing the dildo into Carol’s waiting mouth. The view of Carol held by both dildos seemed to awaken me again but this time I decided to use Billie-Jo as she could use the incentive to work harder. So I went behind the girl and as she pulled out of Carol I pushed into her ass, hearing her squeal out as she felt me entering her. “Master! That’s not fair!” She managed to say while smiling. “But slave . . . don’t you know that life isn’t ever fair!” I said pulling my hands over her flat chest and pushing her into Carol with my thrusts. After that there was little talking as we gave ourselves up to pleasure. --- At dinner that night I asked Carol what she thought about being a slave. She considered her answer. “It was strange. I had no control over what I had to do . . . in some ways it was nice.” She said finally. “NICE!” Pauline exploded in astonishment, “after all we did to you, you say it was nice!” Carol laughed, “Oh some of it was gross . . . when you two used me as a toilet for example, but you see I had to do what you told me. I couldn’t say ‘no way!’ I had to do it.” “But could you remain like that without cracking?” I asked her, again she thought for some time, biting her lip as she did. “To be honest I don’t think so master. At some stage I can picture myself sitting cross legged on the floor screaming away.” I smiled at her. “To be honest so can I, and you know what most masters would do at that point?” I asked her, when she shook her head I graphically told her, watching her throat move as she swallowed afterwards. “They would really beat the slave until they gave up and obeyed?” She asked Billie-Jo answered, “Yes, they would, and worse believe me I’ve seen it.” She shivered as she said that I reached to her and held onto her, Pauline came in from the other side and held her as well. Carol looked at us in wonderment, I cocked my head at her questioning. “I’m sorry master, but after what you told me and from what I’ve seen I don’t think you would beat me. I think you would try to look after me and explain to me why this was happening. I’ve seen how the brother’s work and how you work . . . if I was really taken by a slaver I would hope it was you!” She said smiling as she did. “I know I was happier with my treatment with master than with those men!” Billie-Jo said looking up at me and snuggling in closer to me. Carol looked so lost that I held our a hand to her and I noticed Pauline doing the same. We finally ended up in a group hug. “Welcome to our group sister Carol.” Pauline said to her Carol smiled at her, “Thank you sister Pauline.” She said. --- The weekend passed without trouble, Carol was now spending her nights upstairs with either Billie-Jo or Pauline and sometimes even with me, although I was cautious with her – remembering Sharon’s admonishments. That Monday we started off early in the car, Carol was wearing a simple summer dress, with a training bra and white panties. Pauline and Billie-Jo were in matching dresses. They all had white ankle socks and shoes on. Carol was puzzled as to what we were doing. “You’re not returning me home now are you?” she asked me, I just shook my head and drove. She tried to get Pauline and Billie-Jo to tell her but without luck. We reached the town at 9 O’clock and I located the agency and a parking space. I switched off the engine and turned to the girls. “Okay now, I want you to behave yourselves. As far as the world is concerned your two are my daughters and you Carol are visiting us although your parents are using me as a coach for your education and deportment. Do not call me master but either Dad or Paul! Understood?” all three of them nodded. We got out of the car and walked to the Agency. It appeared better than I had thought, we went up in a elevator to the floor and went to a reception desk. I gave Carol’s name and we were directed to an office where we were expected. There was a well dressed, almost dapper, man behind the desk he introduced himself as Andrew and began to talk away to Carol, I could see him looking at her and then to my two girls as well. “Well Carol I must say that you do appear as nice as the pictures we’ve received from Mr. Purple here, but we have no detail of your other assignments or your portfolio, can I ask what you’ve been doing before this?” Carol looked a bit lost and looked at me, I stepped into the void. “I’m afraid that this is Carol’s first attempt, she’s been recovering from an illness and so I’ve been giving her some training.” I said smoothly, Andrew didn’t ask about her illness and was considering matters. “Well, we did want a girl with previous experience, although the sponsors don’t want a well known face. It’s a bit of a catch-22 situation. And I’m not sure if she’s going to be able to follow the instructions.” Andrew said. “I’m sure that she would be suitable, and you must admit that she’s never been seen before.” I said quietly to him. He looked again at Carol as if weighing up possibilities and then nodded. “Okay then come with me and we’ll try a screen test for you.” We followed him to a small studio where there was two video cameras and a catwalk arrangement. A rather bored man was standing by on of the cameras, for some reason I didn’t like the look of him. “This is Carol, she’s going to try for the Anderson job. You’ve already got the costumes for it all we need are some stills and film of her movements.” Andrew said to the cameraman. “Sure gov. I know the drill.” He looked at Carol, “Come with me love, I’ll show you where the dresses are.” He walked to the back of the room where there was a curtained area. Carol looked back to me and I nodded my head. She walked to the back and went behind the camera. I turned to Andrew, “Just what does this Anderson firm need?” I asked him. “Well they’re the front men for a large clothing chain, they need a girl as the face of the new fashion they’re creating.” He started to look a bit worried, “But we’ve been having problems trying to find the right kind of child. For some reason all the ones we’ve been auditioning have failed to come up to the standard that we expected.” At that point the cameraman returned, he had a strange look on his face, and an almost feral smile on his face. I drew Pauline and Billie-Jo back to me. “I don’t like that man, don’t trust him.” I told them. Billie-Jo nodded and Pauline went into a fighter’s stance. Carol appeared in a evening gown, she had long white gloves on her arms and she started to walk down the cat-walk using her deportment training, back straight and eyes ahead, she took no notice of the camera as she walked to the end of the cat-walk, she turned and just as sedately made her way back to the curtains. The cameraman called her back to the end of the walk again. She was put into a series of poses and then some others that I couldn’t see had anything to do with modelling of clothes, in fact his lens seemed to be aiming more for underneath her dress than anywhere else. I looked at Andrew but he was still giving instructions to Carol. She was then sent back to the changing area and I sent Pauline with her to help with the clothes I spoke to Andrew. “I’m not sure about your photographer, is he a suitable person for this?” I asked him. At first he didn’t understand what I was asking but then he shook his head, “Oh no, he’s worked with our models before, he’s never tried anything with them.” Just then there was a cry from the cameraman and Carol calling for me. I dashed over to the curtained area where the cameraman was holding his nose and Carol was holding a curtain over her body. “He pushed the curtain aside and was taking pictures of me changing.” Carol told me. “Hod nose I wasn’d.” the Cameraman said indistinctly. “I wad yust chedking on dem.” I think Pauline had broken his nose. “I heard his camera shutter several times while Carol was undressed!” Pauline told me, “So I tried to stop him.” “Shd mud. I didn’d.” he protested Andrew came over and tried to find out what was happening. “I don’t understand it? Your daughter must be mistaken.” He said with the cameraman nodding his head at the words. “Well it’s simple to find out isn’t it? My daughter said she heard the shutter on his camera, all we have to do is to get the film developed, either here or at the police station I’m sure they’d be interested.” “Oh I don’t think there’s any need for that . . . I’m certain there’s just been a mistake.” Andrew tried to backtrack. “Carol please get dressed, I’m sure there’s another company that will want you.” I turned to the cameraman and grabbed hold of the camera in his hands. “I’ll take this and we’ll find out what develops shall we?” He made a grab for the camera but I gripped his wrist and twisted it. “I don’t like people taking advantage of my girls or those under my protection.” I told him. I turned to Andrew. “I think you now have the reason why those others left, I’m just concerned enough to place the safety of my girls above their careers. Now where is the darkroom?” Andrew led us to the photography studio where there was a door with a red light outside it, I went inside and found it was a fully equipped darkroom. I quickly changed the light to allow the film to be removed and started to develop it. I was able to get the negative fixed and dried out enough to be able to check the images using a magnifying glass. I took the strips outside and showed them to Andrew, who checked them and then he turned to the cameraman. “You’re fired!” Was all he said, he turned to me. “I must apologise, I’d never considered that that type of thing would happen here.” “I don’t think that I’m the person you should be apologising to, Carol was the one he spied on, but I think you might also have to do some damage control with the previous girls that he might also have taken pictures of!” Andrew looked slightly shocked at my suggestion and then looked again at the pictures in his hands. “Oh yes, yes indeed. It might also explain why their pictures weren’t right. I’ve got to arrange another photographer and reschedule.” He looked flustered and uncertain of what to do. I went back to where the girls were waiting. I asked Carol if she was alright she smiled and said, “I’m fine mas . . . Paul, it was just the suddenness of it all, I’m just glad that Pauline was with me.” I kissed Pauline on her head. “Yes, well done Pauline.” I told her and then turned again to Carol, “I’m sorry Carol but I think we’ve outstayed our welcome here, well we’ll just have to keep on trying.” She nodded and we started to return to the reception. There was a couple of policemen there along with the photographer, he pointed to Pauline. “Dat’s ‘er I want ‘er arresded!” He said. One officer came up to us. “Excuse me sir but we’ve had a complaint from this person that he was assaulted by this girl here.” Pauline bristled. “He started it! He was taking pictures of my friend while she was getting dressed!” She said loudly. Both officers looked at each other and then at the photographer. “Node I didn’d!” He protested but Andrew had returned to the reception area and handed the negatives to the officer. “Officer I want this man off our premises.” He demanded. The officer took a glance at the negatives and then turned to me, “Do you wish to press charges against this man?” He asked. I was going to answer when the photographer started to protest. “Hed wot about med. She sthurck med!” “And if you’re not quiet I might strike you as well!” The other officer said, “At the moment you’re being arrested for wasting police time!” He took another look at the negatives, “And we might also bring other charges as well!” I shook my head, “No officer, I think my girls have taught him not to try that with them again.” He took a look at the photographer’s nose and laughed, “Yeah I see what you mean. I’m sorry to have bothered you sir, ladies.” And the two took the protesting photographer away. Andrew gave us a nervous smile, “I’ve been asked to thank you, and my superior would like to accept Carol as the new face for the Anderson Contract. If you wouldn’t mind coming with me to sign the contract.” “One moment Andrew. Carol is still recovering from her illness, I hope there won’t be too much messing around for her?” I said exerting my authority. “No . . . not too much anyway, look once we get a new photographer we’ll get some shots done and pass them to Anderson’s, but I’m pretty certain that they’ll want Carol. She showed poise under pressure and kept her head.” He looked at Pauline, “I’m certain that they would even like you, as part of their tom-boy campaign.” Pauline shook her head, “No thank you, I’m happy just being myself.” She said and then gave me a smile. --- So that was how the Anderson Corporation gained their newest and most popular cover teenager. Carol’s face has appeared in all the adverts for their clothing and jewellery products. Her parents were amazed when they received Carol’s first payment checks, they opened an account for her so that when she’s ready for college she’ll have enough to cover her courses. Her school allowed her to return, but found that due to the course work she did while away she was able to jump a year, and was able to maintain that level, even the times when she was away at photoshoots didn’t detract from her schoolwork. The day she arrived home was cause for celebration, and she showed her family that she was much better by eating all the food her mother had prepared for her. Billie-Jo, Pauline and myself didn’t stay long at the party I wasn’t comfortable with people fawning over me and thanking me for looking after their little girl. Bill shook my hand and gave me his thanks, even when I mentioned that Carol was now aware of his real work, he shrugged and said, “Well I thought someone might learn about it someday.” Marcie, although invited, didn’t appear. Since her father was arrested for murder, child pornography, rape, sodomy and attempted murder, her family have moved out of the city and haven’t been heard of since. Although he’s now serving life plus 20. --- A couple of months later I received a message to phone Bill, it seems he had a commission for me. I selected his number and waited for him to answer. “Good morning Master, I have some work for you if you want it.” Carol’s laughing voice spoke to me . . . it seems that Bill has found someone to carry on his work after all. Carol – A Paul Purple story – The End. |