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ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 17 ] Paul I was sitting in the lounge area of the Penthouse suite, talking to Margaret. “She isn’t too sure of herself, is she?” Margaret said. “No, she does need her confidence raised slightly, I’ve tried to do what I can, but it’s something she had to learn for herself. Anyway enough about Alice, what’s the latest on Liz? Your last message wasn’t encouraging.” I said as I was worried about the young girl. “They say there’s nothing wrong with her legs, she’s just convinced herself that she can’t walk, I’ve tried psychologists but all they say is that she has to make the breakthrough, but she won’t talk to them.” Margaret said with a sigh. “Hasn’t she said anything that you can think of?” I asked her. “No. Until today she’s hardly spoken, which is why I was most surprised when she talked to Alice, it’s as if she was almost herself . . . and as for talking out in the court-room . . . I nearly fainted when I heard her.” She wiped away a tear, “I‘d almost given up hope of hearing her voice again.” “I can’t claim any responsibility for that, Alice has a very good personality, it must have been something in that which started Liz. Also the fact that she doesn’t know about Liz or you so she isn’t daunted by you.” I added smiling at her. “You think that makes a difference?” She said looking at me, “You’re not put off by who I am!” She stated. “What can I say? I’m used to people and how they behave, you’re a normal person just like me.” I said sitting back in the chair and watching her, she laughed. “You know if everyone who met me was like you I could almost. . . . It hasn’t been easy you know, after my husband and son were assassinated I thought my life would collapse completely, it’s only been Liz that’s kept me from giving up.” She confided in me, somehow she felt relaxed in my company. “She’s a very lovely girl, but after this morning I find your description of her completely different. She was very chatty.” I said. Margaret looked wistful, “Yes she had changed, she seemed almost normal. I don’t know what it is that Alice has. . .” Just then a cry from Liz’s bedroom could be heard, I recognised it for what it was but it was obvious that Margaret didn’t as she jumped up from her seat and almost ran to the bedroom door. I followed her as she opened the door and stepped inside, “Oh MY!” She said and was about to dash further into the room when I stopped her. “But . . . look at what she’s doing to my daughter!” She said her voice just above a whisper. “Liz is alright Margaret, Alice isn’t hurting her!” I looked at the scene before me, Liz was fast asleep with one leg over Alice’s back, I raised my voice slightly - so not to wake Liz - “Alice, when you’re finished will you come into the lounge?” I said seeing her nod her head. I took Margaret back into the lounge and poured her a drink which I placed into her hands, “Now tell me what you thought you saw?” I asked her. “Well Alice was . . . was. . .” She gestured to the bedroom, “I mean girls aren’t supposed to . . . to . . .” She took another drink from her glass. I sighed, “Margaret, you knew that the girls I produce are sexually aware and in many cases enjoy it.” I began. “Yes, but I said you couldn’t take her virginity!” Margaret protested. “And so I haven’t, Alice is a virgin, I can’t say she’s pure, but she is used to pleasing women and girls. I do train sex slaves, but Alice is slightly different.” I heard the bedroom door opening, “But there was something that you didn’t see!” I told Margaret. While she was trying to think, Alice came into the lounge, Margaret gave a gasp as she saw the naked girl. “Master, I am here.” Alice announced herself, rather unnecessarily but she did it right. “Thank you Slave Alice.” I said telling her that I was acting as her master. She bowed her head and stood in front of us, her legs slightly parted and her arms behind her back waiting for orders. “Ali . . . (cough) Alice, why are you naked?” Margaret asked her, Margaret’s voice was slightly high pitched before she cleared her throat. “Mistress, my Master asked me to join you as soon as I could, I had to ensure that Liz was sound asleep before I could get here, I didn’t have time to dress, but anyway mistress this is my normal uniform.” Alice said. I spoke to Margaret, “Alice is correct, she did exactly as I ordered her, she had to come here before even thinking of dressing, you’ll notice she’s not uncomfortable like this even standing before you, whereas you’re not used to this . . . are you?” I asked her “N . . . no, I’m not.” She said keeping her eyes on Alice. I could see her face blushing. I began to feel like the Devil tempting Christ in the desert. “Margaret, how long have you been without a lover?” I asked her. “How dare you . . . How can you ask me a question like that?” Margaret said her face colouring up. “Mistress, please, my Master isn’t trying to proposition you, he’s asking a question that might have a bearing on why you are reacting as you are, I’ve been trained to respond to advances made to me, your eyes are looking at me in such a way that you show me that you are interested in me. I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you but I have to tell you what I think.” Alice said. “She’s telling you the truth Margaret. As Slave Alice she cannot lie to you or me, otherwise she’s useless as a slave to anyone!” I told her. Margaret looked at me and then at Alice, “Is that true?” She asked. Alice smiled, “Mistress that demands an answer that is useless, I would have to say yes, but you would have to decide if I was lying or not. But may I ask why I’m disturbing you?” Margaret went to look away from Alice before answering, “I’m disturbed because I like looking at your body, it isn’t something that a woman should do!” She said. I shook my head, “Margaret, ever since Queen Victoria decreed that there was no such thing as lesbianism there has been a resistance by the British about that side of society.” I said. “But, I’ve never . . .” Margaret said. “You’ve slept with Liz haven’t you?” Alice asked, I kept quiet - although a slave shouldn’t ask questions I realised that she had something in mind. “Well . . . yes I have . . . but only because she needed company.” Margaret said hesitatingly. “Liz told me that you said she squirmed too much; did you notice where her hands were?” Alice asked earnestly. “Well . . . err . . . it isn’t some. . .” Margaret’s voice petered out. “You did look at her didn’t you?” Alice asked again. Margaret looked ashamed and dropped her head, Alice was by her side immediately, “It’s alright Mistress, you did nothing wrong, it’s just something that’s been pushed into your mind, you should learn to adapt and change when change is needed, as it is now.” Alice said quietly. “But . . . I can’t force my daughter . . . not after all she’s been through.” Margaret said, showing that she had thought about such things. “Margaret! She would welcome it, she craves company that’s why she’s been so withdrawn, she needs someone to love her again!” Alice said making Margaret raise her head so quickly that I thought she’d hurt a muscle. “What do you mean again? Has somebody been molesting my child? Who was it? Do you know?” Margaret demanded, “I’ll make them pay!” She declared. Alice went down on her haunches in front of Margaret. “Mistress, is this an order to your slave?” She asked. “Yes . . . No . . . Oh Alice please tell me, do you know who it was.” Margaret was torn now. Alice turned to me, “Master I think I know who, but I’m not sure that Mistress can take the information right now.” I turned to Margaret, “This is important to Liz, Margaret what would happen if you started to turn on her because of her past life?” I said to her. “But I love my daughter, she’s all I have left . . . I wouldn’t turn on her.” Margaret said, her motherhood starting to assert itself. I nodded to Alice, “Mistress, I am speaking as Slave Alice now with all that implies. . . . Liz was very close to her brother John, wasn’t she?” Margaret seemed uncertain as to what Alice was saying, “Well yes, they had to be, their father and I were always busy, they were left with tutors and the staff at home most of the time. . . but it wasn’t as if they couldn’t cope with that.” Alice nodded, “Of course not Mistress, but what of love, did you both love your children?” Margaret looked shocked, “That’s an outrageous thing to ask, of course we loved them . . .” “But Mistress, if they were left alone so often . . . how would they know? Who could they turn to for love . . . if not themselves?” Alice asked and dropped her bombshell at the same time. “You mean . . . John and Liz? But they’re so young? She wouldn’t know about such things?” Margaret said Alice sighed and shook her head, “Margaret, when I was at school we used to laugh and giggle about sex, and that was when I was nine! We knew what was done and how. I would think that your children had access to computers?” Margaret nodded her head, “And it’s very simple for children to get onto sites that they shouldn’t. There’s no reason why they wouldn’t learn the facts of life and try to copy them!” She finished. “But . . . John and Liz . . . They wouldn’t? . . . Would they?” Margaret said. Alice went onto her haunches and faced Margaret, she was back in Slave Alice mode now. “Mistress, After I had given Liz her bath she told me she was tired, I took her to her bed and was going to leave her to pick up our clothes but she wouldn’t let me. As she fell asleep she brought my hands to her pussy and began to rub them with it. She started dreaming about her brother. I decided to relieve her feelings by sucking her off, as I did so I checked for her hymen . . . it was missing.” Alice was telling her story, but Margaret stopped her. “Some girls lose it early, it’s all due to exercises. . .” Margaret said, “Yes Mistress, but there are some remnants of the skin left . . . Liz had none, what ever opened her had been repeated several times, but of course at her age she hasn’t yet menstruated so there’s been no problems. . . . Then after the accident she lost her brother and lover, a double blow. And she’s been lonely ever since.” Alice finished. “Alice, why did you put Liz’s leg over your back while you were performing on her?” I asked her sounding as if I was changing the subject. Alice looked at me, puzzlement on her face. “Master, my hands were busy with Liz’s body, I didn’t have time to move her . . .” She paused as her eyes widened. “Master! When I went between her legs she opened them! She moved her leg over me . . . Master there is nothing wrong with her legs . . . but she thinks there is!” Alice said. Margaret looked between Alice and myself as if we were mad. “But she can’t move her legs!” She insisted, “She’s never moved them since she was in hospital!” Alice jumped up and took Margaret’s hands, “Because she blames herself for not dying, she would have given her life in exchange for John’s . . . she doesn’t want to walk because John can’t walk! I know it sounds completely stupid but she wants to be punished because her brother, her lover, died.” Alice said excitedly. I nodded, “It’s a well known thing, it’s called survivor syndrome, normally found in battle conditions or large accidents, where the person feels they should have died instead of whoever it was.” Alice nodded, “That’s it exactly master, whenever she talks about the accident it’s always daddy and John, she wanted to die.” Margaret shook her head, “No . . . no you can’t be right. Liz would have told me if that was so!” She protested. Alice shook her head, “I’m sorry Mistress, but she knows what your reaction would be, she wouldn’t want you to be angry with her, that’s why she couldn’t tell you.” Margaret mouthed the words ‘no . . . no!’ Alice held her hands, “You couldn’t help your reactions; it was how you were brought up. I can show you what Liz felt . . . if you will trust me.” Margaret blushed and looked to me, “Wh . . . what should I do?” She asked me. I got up and walked to the door, “Margaret, Alice is offering you her love, accept it!” I said and left the penthouse.
(ALICE) I looked into Margaret’s eyes, seeing the fear(?) . . . Yes fear in them. I gently stroked her hair, “It’s alright, alright, just let met guide you.” I said taking her hand and bringing her to her feet. “Al . . . Alice, I’m not sure about this. . . can’t we just . . .” Margaret was shaking as she spoke. “Margaret, trust me. I will not hurt you!” I said as if I was talking to a child and, indeed, once I got her into the bedroom I had to undress her and place her onto the bed. “Please Alice, you don’t . . . don’t . . . please don’t . . . ooooohhhhH!” The last was a gasp as I kissed her face while bringing my hands to her full breasts. “Relax Margaret, let your body do all the work, don’t try to control yourself, let your mind drift.” I whispered into her ear. “Alice . . . Alice . . . Alice. . .” Margaret could only repeat my name. “Shhhh!” I said as I moved my body over hers, ensuring that I touched her completely, feeling her breasts start to react to the skin on skin contact. I raised my hips slightly to allow my hand to slip between us and I brushed her clit, which I almost missed as it was so small, but Margaret gave a moan as I touched it. I had read somewhere that beauty was skin deep, now Margaret was very pretty and so I decided to do some skin diving, I wanted to try something with her that I’d only read about, but that she might enjoy. I kissed Margaret on her lips and then started to move down her body, kissing her skin all the way. I had to linger on her breasts and nipples to keep her excited, but as I rolled my tongue over an engorged nipple I felt Margaret stiffen as her first orgasm struck her, she must be a very sexual person, how she had lasted without any outlet this long I’ve no idea. I allowed her no time to relax as I moved down her stomach to arrive at her pussy, which was lightly trimmed, I sucked on the small bump where her clitoris was and suddenly it emerged from its hood. I heard Margaret moan again and this time I heard the name Michael. I now brought my hands into play, alternately sucking and then rubbing Margaret’s clit I then started to insert one hand into her pussy, I knew that Margaret had two children and I didn’t notice any scars on her stomach, so I knew I was safe, I put a finger into her pussy, and then two, three, four and then I added my thumb, I now had my whole hand inside her pussy. I closed my hand to make a fist and began moving it slowly inside her, using small motions at first, gradually going deeper and deeper until my whole forearm was inside her, I then opened my hand as I touched her cervix, making her gasp with the sensations I was giving her. It wasn’t easy but I was able to suck on her, now engorged, clit, she was screaming out in her ecstasy, but I couldn’t make out any words. I pulled my hand out of Margaret’s pussy, finding it coated with her juices as I did so, I curled my fingers as I withdrew my hand, dragging them across her G-Spot which pushed her completely over the edge. “OH GOD! . . . OH MICHAEL . . . I’M SORRY, SO SORRY! So . . . MICHAAAAEEEELLLLLL!” She screamed out as her orgasm overtook her. I gently stroked her breasts and pussy while she recovered and then she started sobbing, “Oh god, I didn’t really know . . . I was . . . Oh Alice you don’t know what you’ve done.” She said, “I was always faithful to my husband, and now . . . now . . .” She began to cry. I cradled her head in my arms and held her close to me, “But Margaret, you’re still faithful to your husband, I don’t count . . . you’re still faithful Margaret, never fear.” I don’t know how long I was holding her, but she soon cried herself out and I bent my head to kiss her lips, to find that she was soon returning my kisses herself. “But this is so wrong of me.” She said after some minutes. “Why? We’re girls together we can’t harm each other or anyone else.” I said. Margaret smiled and kissed me again before she spoke, “But I promised Michael that I would never take another lover again, that I would remain faithful to him.” I almost laughed but that would have been wrong, “Margaret, he meant male lovers, not female. Tell me did he ever suck on your clit before.” I asked her. “Oh no, he wouldn’t dream of doing that, but he was a considerate lover, he’d leave the light off and everything so I wouldn’t be distracted from our duty.” She sounded so sincere that I had to ask her. “What duty?” ”The one to bear children so that the line wouldn’t be lost.” She said, “That was the reason our parents married us.” This amazed me, “But Margaret what do you know of love? The true feelings that people have for each other? That a man and woman feel?” I asked her. “I learnt to love Michael he was a very strong man and as I said a considerate lover, as for how a man and woman feels . . . I don’t know what you’re asking.” She said. I shook my head at that, “But how did you and Michael meet, you must have known other men at that time?” I asked. “Well I did know him, of course, his family and ours were close and he would be with his parents. I remember having a Coming Out Ball at home, Michael was my partner and we had every dance, mother insisted, it was then that our engagement was announced, there was a ring and photographers there to record it, it was wonderful.” She said. “And artificial! I supposed that is what you have planned for Liz when she’s older?” I asked her. “It’s how our families have always been; the aristocracy has to support itself and its houses.” Margaret said, although her voice was rather stiff as she said it. “And it’s been instilled into you completely, Margaret the idea of arranged marriages is so old fashioned that it’s almost stone aged. What about love, what about being happy with the man you wanted to be with?” I asked “I was happy with Michael, he was the perfect man for me and we raised two perfectly happy and loved children.” Margaret said. “Yes fully programmed and not wanting for a thing, except the warmth and love that people can provide for each other, the love that Liz needs to get over the loss of her brother, and the man she loved!” I said which made Margaret stiffen slightly, “You’ve seen how the loss has affected her, she loved him so deeply that she couldn’t bear to be parted from him.” I said sadly. “Oh my darling, I must go to her.” Margaret said and struggled to get to her feet, I had to help her as her legs were so wobbly from her ‘treatment’ I manage to steer Margaret to Liz’s bedroom, where the young girl was still sleeping but she opened her eyes as Margaret laid down on the bed. “Oh Liz, I’m so sorry honey, I didn’t realise, you must have been feeling terrible.” Margaret said stroking her daughter’s hair. “Mum . . . mummy?” Liz said, confusion on her face. “You should have told me about you and John, I might not have understood but I’m still your mother.” Margaret said, has it been so hard trying to keep it secret. “Oh mummy . . . it’s been so . . . so . . .” And she began crying out loud Margaret pulled her daughter close to her. “I know darling, I miss your father too, but we’re still alive and we will never forget them.” Margaret said and then looked at me, “Thank you Alice . . . for everything.” - - - - - - - - I went into the bathroom and picked up our clothing, I also made sure the towels were on the rails ready for drying and that the bathroom was clean and tidy, then I had second thoughts and, after dressing, contacted Room Service to change the towels for new ones. Since I called from the penthouse suite they changed the towels within 2 minutes, I noticed the maid also looked around the bathroom before she turned to me. “Miss, there’s no need to tidy anything that is what we are here for. But thank you.” She said smiling. I smiled back, “I know, but as their slave I’m supposed to work as well.” She didn’t look shocked but looked around conspiratorially. “Welcome sister.” She said and kissed me, “May I ask the name of your trainer?” “Thank you sister, my trainer was Pauline under the command of Paul Purple.” I said smiling at her and returning the kiss. “You’ve had a real expert for your trainer, may your mistress be pleased with you.” And she bowed to me before leaving the room. I wondered at her words and decided I needed more information, I checked on Margaret and Liz, they were still in bed talking to each other I made a discrete cough which made Margaret look up. “Yes Alice?” She asked me “Mistress I wish to visit Master Paul, may I have some time off?” I asked her. Margaret laughed, “Alice, I’m not your mistress and as long as you let me know where you are then you can go anywhere.” She said, “Be back for tea.” She added before turning back to her daughter who I noticed was now stroking her mother’s breasts. - - - - - - - - I got to Master Paul’s door and knocked on it, “It’s open!” Master Paul’s muffled voice called out and so I entered the room, “Just put it on the table please.” He said from the bathroom. I was about to say something when there was a knock on the door, “Room Service!” A girl’s voice said, I opened the door and directed her to put the food on the table. The girl looked at me, a troubled look on her face, “I’m sorry miss, I was only asked to bring food for one.” She said. I smiled at her, “It’s alright he doesn’t know I’m here!” I told her and ushered the confused girl out of the room. As he heard the door close Master Paul came out of the bathroom and stopped when he realised I was standing in his room. “Alice . . . what are you doing here?” He asked me. I gave a laugh, “You invited me in Master.” I said smiling at him, “and the room service girl brought your food in.” I indicated the table, Master Paul chuckled. “I thought you were room service, sit down and share my meal” He said, pulling a chair out for me. I sat down and he sat opposite me. The food was good and I thanked Master Paul for allowing me to eat. “Alice, I’m no longer training you, I’m no longer your master.” He said. “I’m sorry Master, but that is how you will always be to me, and it seems I should be proud to be trained by you, you have a reputation amongst the girls here.” I said. “That’s a lie, I’ve never touched any of them!” Master Paul said in an outraged tone which made me laugh. “That wasn’t what I meant master, your name has great respect amongst my sister slaves who work here. You are called one of the greatest trainers.” I said clarifying my words. Master Paul’s face went solemn as I said that, “It might have been true earlier, but with this . . . this curse I seem to have I’m not sure I’d be able to continue.” He said. I shook my head, “Master, you will control it, I haven’t seen it emerge in the past few days, I wouldn’t worry so much about it.” I told him. He smiled at me, “Thank you Alice . . . now what happened with Margaret and Liz?” He asked me and so I told him all that I had done. |