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ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 1 ]
Alice I hated them all! My mum and that slob she married. “Alice, you must behave yourself with Robert!” “Alice, be kind to your father!” “Alice, don’t say things about your father like that!” That’s all I get from her, she never listens to me . . . I don’t want HIM looking at me like that! My name, if you hadn’t realised, is Alice. I’m thirteen and I hate my life here. Last night was the last straw! I was changing for bed and had just taken my blouse and skirt off when HE opened my door and stood there watching me in my bra and panties. “I should have picked you instead of your mum!” HE said while gawking at my body. “What are you doing?” I demanded and then added, “Why didn’t you knock!” “I don’t need to knock in my house Alice! Anyway your mum and I are going out . . . If you’re lucky I might come to see you when we get back!” HE said and blew me a kiss. Now I’ve heard about what happens to some kids and I didn’t want that to happen to me, so as soon as they left I locked my door and put a chair up against the handle. I looked at a picture of my father. “Daddy, why did you let us leave? Why couldn’t you have kept me with you?” I sobbed and lay down on my bed holding the picture in my hands. Crying I fell asleep. - - - - - - - - - - - There was a knocking at my door, I looked at the clock. It was 2 o’clock in the morning! “Little Alice let me in, I’ll give you a present if you will!” That was HIM trying to be nice I didn’t answer him just ducked my head under my pillow. I heard the door handle rattle as he tried to open it. “Stupid bitch, that won’t stop me for long you know!” HE said and tried the door one last time before going back to his bedroom and my mother. I stayed awake for another hour before I could get back to sleep. - - - - - - - - - - - “You shouldn’t lock your door at night you know Alice!” HE said at breakfast, “Just think what could happen if there’s a fire?” “I could get out!” I said fiercely to him. “Don’t talk to your father like that!” My mother told me. “But mum he tried to come into my bedroom last night!” I said. “No he didn’t he was with me all night!” Mum said. HE kissed her goodbye and went out to work – I don’t know what he did, but he only seemed to work half the day! “Don’t you dare tell such lies about your father like that! He’s done a lot for us ever since that bastard left us for that bitch!” “Dad didn’t leave us; you took me away from him!” I said, still angry that she didn’t listen to me. “I had to. God knows what he might have done if I didn’t!” That was something else that I was annoyed about, she just packed up and dragged me away to a different town away from my friends and my dad! “I hate you!” I said to her and ran out of the house. - - - - - - - - - - - I don’t know where I was going, I just walked in tears. I found myself in a shopping mall, sitting on a bench, I wasn’t crying now I didn’t have any more tears to shed. “What’s the matter?” A girl asked me, she was about 10 or 11, dressed smartly in jeans and a t-shirt; she had a concerned look on her face. “It’s nothing.” I tried to say but couldn’t, she tipped her head to one side and then put her arm around my shoulder pulling me to her, I couldn’t help but cry again – nobody had hugged me for ages, not since dad . . . I couldn’t stop crying. “Hey it’s alright, you can come with me. My name’s Billie-Jo what’s yours?” The girl asked me. “I . . . I’m Alice.” I said and allowed Billie-Jo to help me stand and we started walking. We entered a hallway, away from the main shopping area, and Billie-Jo was steering me. . . There was a pain in my leg and somehow I couldn’t stand up, then everything went dark. - - - - - - - - - - - It was dark, I couldn’t see anything. I tried to move my hands but they were tied up! Had HE managed to get to me in my room? But how? Then I remembered the last few moments before I woke up. Billie-Jo! Was she okay? I tried to say something but found I was gagged. So I couldn’t move and I couldn’t talk. What could I do? I listened . . . There was the rumble of a large car, or van . . . the sounds of birds? Turkeys? And the touch of . . . skin on my legs. I tried to move my leg and found they were also tied, but the . . . body moved. It had to be Billie-Jo! She was safe, only where was I? Somehow, even though I was scared listening to the monotonous rumble of the van, I fell asleep again. - - - - - - - - - - - The opening of the van door woke me. A bright light was shining in my eyes I tried to blink them through the pain but something was placed over my head blocking my sight completely. I was lifted up and carried, like a sack, first along a level area and then down. I was thrown onto something soft and then left alone . . . The footsteps returned and whatever I was lying on bounced as if a weight was placed on it. “Master why two? You were only going after one weren’t you?” It was a young girl’s voice and I didn’t like what she was suggesting. Why would she call someone master? It had to be a man. So it looked as if I’d run away from one sex manic to be taken by another! “I was Pauline. But she couldn’t be moved away from that one so I had to risk it, perhaps I could train her, but she’s much too old to be of any use. Maybe someone will want it.” He sounded so dismissive that it made me angry, and then I realised that he was talking about me! At thirteen he thought I was too old! How dare he think that, I was just as good as any girl! “I suppose I’d better see what it looks like; we might be able to do something.” The hood was removed from my head and I was looking at a middle-aged man, dressed in slacks and a shirt, beside him was a young girl, maybe 11 years old, she was naked except for a ribbon collar around her throat. “Well the face is nothing to look at; I’d need to check the rest of her out. Pauline, you cut her clothes off and I’ll check our prize.” That smug bastard said and then the girl, Pauline, approached me with a pair of scissors in her hands. “Don’t move, Spare!” She said smiling away as she cut away at my blouse. “Master, she’s got a bra on! Should she keep it or lose it?” “I told you to strip her Pauline! Do I have to do it myself? I’ve enough on my plate with this one.” And then there was the sound of a slap. He struck that poor girl! I tried to struggle but then the touch of a blade on my shoulder stopped me. “You’re already in trouble Spare! I wouldn’t do anything to annoy him more!” Pauline told me as she snipped the straps on my bra. I couldn’t stop her from pulling the cups away from me and then . . . she touched me. “Oh nice little jugs, Spare!” She said smiling at me; I just looked daggers at her. “Don’t be like that; you might regret not having a friend here.” Pauline said to me the smile staying on her face. Then she started to pull my pants leg up to free it from the rope holding my legs together and then she used her scissors to cut up the side of one before doing the other side. In this manner she was able to pull my pants away from me without any major effort. “Master? Is it worthwhile to undress this one, I don’t think she’d ever make a good slave! She keeps looking at me.” Pauline complained. “So? What are your hands for? Slap her if she doesn’t behave. What have I told you?” The man said. “Oh, yes!” Pauline said and then she hit me on my tits. “Listen Spare you’re lucky, if master says you’re to be undressed then that’s what’s going to happen. You could be left lying dead in a ditch somewhere.” Great! So I’m either going to be somebody’s sex toy or a corpse! – Wait, wasn’t that what was going to happen to me at home – So was this what was destined for me? A breath of air over my pussy told me that while I was thinking Pauline had managed to remove my panties without my noticing. Then I felt her hand brushing along my pussy. I tried to squirm away from her but she just hit me again on my tits. “Don’t move Spare.” She told me. I wanted to shout at her to leave me alone, that my name wasn’t Spare but Alice! But with this gag in my mouth I couldn’t say a word! “Master what shall I do with all this on Spare?” Pauline asked as she played with my pubic hair. “I suppose we could shave it off, unless you want it plucked?” He said offhandedly as he pulled Billie-Jo’s jeans and knickers off, she was already without her t-shirt. I noticed that her arms were untied but the gag was still in her mouth. “Hmmm? Plucked? Each hair removed one at a time. I wonder what that would feel like?” Pauline said to me. I didn’t want to know and so I shook my head, “No? Why should I show you any favouritism? You don’t like me so it doesn’t matter anyway; you’re just property to be used as I want.” Pauline said. “What was that Slave Pauline?” The man said. “I’m sorry Master; I should have said to be used as you want her to be used!” Pauline said looking suitably abashed. She turned her back to the man and bent over. The man got up from Billie-Jo and stood behind Pauline. I watched as he brought his hand back and then struck Pauline on her ass three times, after each blow she responded, “Thank you Master!” The man retuned to Billie-Jo and lifted her off the bed without any apparent effort, and then he walked away to the door, carrying her over his shoulder. I could see her eyes wide with fear as she left my view. - - - - - - - - - - - Pauline returned carrying some soap, water, cloths, some scissors and a razor; I think it was called a ‘cut-throat’ razor, which she placed in my full view. “You can’t stay in that position, it’s impossible for me to shave you properly. I’m going to have to spread you legs wide to get to your pussy.” She gave a wicked smile, “Now either you let me, or I’ll have to play.” I went to lunge at her but from my tied state I could only bounce on the bed causing Pauline to laugh. “Oh well then I’ll have to get a little toy.” She said and moved out of my sight. Her voice by my ear made me jump. “Now I’m going to untie your legs, if you try to kick me I’ll use this . . .” There was a crackling sound by my ear, “This is a taser, and it causes an electric shock between two contacts. I could put it on your leg, or your tits, or even on your pussy . . . here’s what it’s like at low level.” And she put the thing against my leg and pushed a button. I tried to scream but couldn’t, the pain was excruciating! I’ve never felt such pain before! And I almost blacked out . . . no I did black out because when I came to I found that my legs were tied apart and there was a pillow under my ass with another one under my neck. “Sorry Spare but I misjudged the voltage; still it doesn’t matter really does it?” Pauline said sweetly and then picked up a medium size scissors and approached me. “Hold still Spare ‘cause if these slip you’re going to get hurt!” She came close to my pussy and started to cut the hair down there, I didn’t dare move just in case she stabbed me. A scream from upstairs made itself heard, I looked towards the door. Pauline saw that and smiled. “Don’t worry about that, Master’s just showing that one what her life is going to be like from now on, he likes breaking in young virgins. I remember when he did me I thought he’d killed me there was so much blood!” She smiled as she said that, “Then he made me suck him off!” I felt sick, how could she do that to a man like him! Pauline saw the look in my eyes and smiled, “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, you’ve had a boy between your legs before haven’t you, you know what it’s like to be filled by him. She paused in her cutting to touch me between my pussy lips and pushed her finger into me. I tried to scream at her to stop as she was hurting me, she had her finger so far inside me that I could feel her pushing at something, she then realised it was my hymen - the last vestige of my childhood. Pauline frowned for a moment as if she didn’t believe what she felt. And then she pushed her finger in again, “Golly Spare, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were a virgin” She finally said. I nodded my head, I was and wanted to remain one for as long as possible, I’d always had dreams of princes on white chargers who would beg me to allow them to take me, and I didn’t want to lose my virginity to another girl. Pauline licked her fingers and then carried on with her barbering of my pussy. But there was a look on her face that I didn’t like, as if she was planning something. Finally she seemed satisfied that the hair was as short as it could be, she smiled while idly brushing her fingers over the short strands of pussy hair. “That feels nice, almost like a small cat.” Pauline said and then added, “But master doesn’t want a furry pussy, he prefers a bald one, so . . .” She started to mix the soap and water to produce a lather which she transferred onto my mons. Picking up the razor she gave a wicked glance to me, “I normally shave master, he made me practise by shaving a balloon, every time I broke one he’d give me ten lashes, so I become very good at this . . . but you must hold still, you don’t want me cutting anything off while I’m working.” Pauline bent down and I could feel the rasp of the blade as it passed over my skin. It was terrible, I didn’t dare move just in case that razor slipped and I would be bleeding away, I didn’t think Pauline would stop just because of a little blood! I had to put up with it. I heard a loud voice from upstairs, “Little cunt you’re going to learn how to take this right up to the hairs, now open up!” Pauline paused to shake her head, “That’s master, always wanting the best from the beginning, and you would think a girl like her would learn to take his cock in her mouth without fighting him!” I just stared at her, casually talking about this sexual perversion as if it was normal, but after looking at her face I could see that, for her, it was! Finally Pauline stopped and leaned back on her haunches, she had even gone . . . underneath me to take the small amount of hair that I had there. “I’m not going to do your legs . . . you can do that yourself later when we get the wax.” She said with a smile. She put some oil onto my denuded pussy and rubbed it, soothing it. “There, smooth as a baby’s bottom, maybe Master will have fun with you after all!” And she smiled - something that I was beginning to hate. “Now you need to have a shower and pretty yourself up, I’m sure Master will want to talk to you.” Pauline said as she untied the gag from my mouth, as she pulled it out I saw it was in the shape of a prick! AND I HAD IT IN MY MOUTH!! “KEEP AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERTED BITCH!” I spat at her, expecting her to react, but all she did was to smile at me still. “Oh I’ve been called many things, and I know what I am.” Pauline said. “Yeah and what is that? You whore!” I wished I’d listened to that man my mum married, he could swear! But Pauline just kept on smiling and then got up and walked to a cupboard, when she returned she had a piece of leather in her hand and, still smiling, she brought it down. Right on my pussy! Then she did it again, I was screaming in my agony. After the third strike she put the leather strip down and stood beside me. “No Spare, I am a slave. I serve my master and I know he loves me and cares for me. To train me it cost him over 2 hundred thousand dollars. So I know what I am worth!” She said to me. “And never swear at Master, he has other ways of hurting you, he might even decide to have rings in you lips to hold you mouth shut!” I just looked at her in shock, the pain in my pussy forgotten, she just nodded to me. “Oh yes, I’ve known it to be done. A red hot needle is pushed through one lip to make a large hold, that’s then followed by a ring.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying and shook my head. “But that isn’t all. She ended up with three rings in her upper lip and three in the bottom. Boy did she scream, even after the rings were locked closed.” I was really shocked. “But . . . but wasn’t she unconscious when it was done?” I just had to ask. Pauline looked surprised, “Unconscious? No! She had to be awake otherwise how would she know how it felt?” I felt that she was just making a nasty joke, and so I tried to brazen it out. “But you don’t know how it feels either!” Only to hear her laugh, she pointed to a small white mark on her chest, where her tits were showing. “This was when my Master made me cook sausages in the nude. Fat spits up you know and this is where it caught me, I had to finish before Master would look at it.” She said her face stony, and then she turned around, opened her legs and bent over. She pointed to the piece of skin between her pussy and ass “You see these?” She asked. I had to answer. “Yes, what are they?” I was dreading the answer. “I wanted a tattoo, just a little thing; I thought it would be cool. So Master showed me how it was done . . . do you know something, it fucking hurts. But it was my Master who did it! He didn’t use any ink as he doesn’t want such decoration on me.” “He must be evil!” I said which made Pauline turn around, pick up the leather strap again and struck me on my pussy. “Oww! What was that for?” I asked her. “He is not evil, he’s just doing a job, and he’s the best trainer around. He could have just killed you, just in case you had seen him and could identify him, but he didn’t! You are only a Spare that he picked up, but remember if someone else had taken that girl you would have been killed off just so you wouldn’t be able to say anything – you should be grateful.” “It wouldn’t have bothered me if he had!” I said bitterly and started crying as what Pauline had told me finally sunk in. Pauline put down her piece of leather and sat beside me, “I’m sorry – I don’t like doing this but I have to, you have to learn how to behave . . . Look what’s your name, I can’t keep calling you Spare all the time.” I tried to look away from her. “What does it matter, I’m nobody isn’t that what you’re trying to tell me?” I said. “Nope! I’m trying to tell you that things could be a lot better for you! Now come on what’s your real name, Spare can be a nick-name, I don’t really mean anything by it!” And she started rubbing my pussy, gently, almost lovingly. I don’t know why but it was her tenderness that affected me more than she realised, “I’m . . . I’m Alice.” I spoke softly almost whispering it out, but she seemed to have heard me. “Hello Alice, welcome to Wonderland.” Pauline said and kissed me on my lips, “Hello Sister.” She added. “What did you call me?” I asked her surprised. “Do you come from a large family?” She asked me still softly. I shook my head “No, I was an only child.” I couldn’t help it, I started to cry again. “What’s wrong? Do you miss your mum and dad?” Pauline asked – she actually sounded concerned. “Mum? No she probably doesn’t even know I’ve gone yet!” I said – my voice sounding bitter even to my ears. “What about your dad? Won’t he miss you?” Pauline asked me. It wasn’t the question . . . well in a way it was, but it was the tone of her voice. I couldn’t help it I started to cry and in doing so I found I was also telling her of my father . . . and the ‘person’ my mum remarried. I don’t know how long I’d spent crying, but I realise that I was free and being held by Pauline who was trying to sooth me as she held me. “Oh Alice, Alice, you don’t know how lucky you really are. I’ll let you into a secret . . .” She held her head close to me and whispered, “Master isn’t a bad man. He does love the girls he trains, why do you think I’m happy to stay with him!” “But he’s going to rape me and beat me!” I said crying still. Pauline held my head in her hands. “Alice I’m not going to lie to you. Master will at sometime have sex with you.” I tried to struggle in her hold but she was stronger than she seemed, and anyway she held me with her eyes as well. “You won’t be able to stop him, but he won’t hurt you, believe me or not. And soon you’ll be begging him to touch you, and to have you!” I shook my head, “Never! He will never touch me!” I told her. Pauline just smiled and shook her head, “You’ll learn in time Alice, but for now I think you should freshen up. The toilet and showers are over there.” She pointed out an area in the basement. The shower was a bare area, but I noticed there were chains hanging down in that area. The toilet! I’d never seen a clear plastic toilet before, I just looked at Pauline, my mouth open. Pauline giggled, “It’s alright Alice, it’s just to show you that there is no privacy, we can all see what you’re doing, and what is piss and shit anyway? Just part of the body’s normal functions, it’s something you’ll get used to – well after a week or so anyway, you won’t even be embarrassed. Now before he comes back home take a shower and get those stains out of your cheeks. She held up her hand and helped me to my feet. I glanced at the door where that man had taken Billie-Jo. Pauline noticed and shook her head, “I wouldn’t try it. The door is locked and only Master has the key.” “So what does that make you? You’re as much of a prisoner as I am!” I said, still trying to get her annoyed but all she did was to give me that aggravating smile again. “Yes we’re both prisoners, you because Master has taken you, me because I want to be here, you’re the real prisoner. Me? I’m a trusty!” And she gave a little laugh as she walked with me to the shower. Somehow I couldn’t be angry with her; even after she had hit me with that strap she was still the only other person who had shown me any compassion, except for my dad. As the warm water washed over me I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t met up with Billie-Jo in the mall, would she have gone through all this with out anyone else, I swore that no matter what I would try to help her with her pain, after all she did get me away from HIM. |