ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST
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[ part 18 ]

Paul

I was, well . . . shocked I supposed is the word I’m looking for, when I found Alice in my room, I was glad to see she was smiling and so I assumed that her ‘talk’ with Margaret was successful.

I was more surprised at her news of my status amongst the slaves in Ropeville, I wasn’t aware that such a network of information was around! Still it was an interesting fact to note.

I was trying to think about what to do next . . . well I did have an idea but the phone rang so I picked it up. “Hello Paul Purple here.” I said.

“Hi Paul, is Alice there, in one piece?” Margaret asked me.

“Of course she is. How are you feeling now?” I asked her concerned for her state of mind.

“I’m confused to be honest, Alice showed me something that I was never aware of. To be honest Paul I don’t know if I can face her at the moment.” She said.

“Well do you want us both to come up? I might be able to suggest something?” I said.

“If you want to, Liz is asking for Alice.” Margaret said, I couldn’t tell from her tone how she was reacting.

I hung up and looked at Alice, “Okay, now for the recriminations side of the lessons.” I said warning her that there might be problems ahead.

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“Paul, Alice. Thank you for coming up. I don’t know what to say . . . I feel as if I’ve been so weak to allow you to . . . to do what it was you did!” She began.

I couldn’t let her continue. “Margaret stop right there. Alice did what was necessary for both you and Liz. How do you feel about your daughter now?” I asked her.

Margaret looked from Alice to the door behind which was Liz. She turned back to look at Alice, “I . . . I love her, I want her . . . and it’s wrong, wrong!” She said and was about to go onto her knees.

Alice was beside her in an instant. “It’s alright to love Liz, she’s very loveable, I know.” She said.

Margaret shook her head and held Alice. “You . . . don’t . . . understand.” She said and then kissed Alice full on her lips. “I’m in love with you!” She said.

Alice paused for a moment, “But I’m just a slave you’ve paid for, I’m nobody.” She said.

Margaret held Alice tightly and shook her slightly. “Never say that. You’re not my slave, from today you are my daughter! Never doubt that! I’m going to make it official right now!” She said and went to the phone.

I placed my hand on the receiver stopping her from picking it up. “No!” I said simply.

Margaret drew herself up and looked at me. “How dare you tell me No. You know who I am!” She said.

I nodded, “Yes, of course I do. I also know that you’re not thinking straight. Alice is the one who has to make up her mind if she want’s to remain with you, not the other way round!” I said evenly while keeping my hand where it was.

“But I know that Alice is the one to join Liz and me!” Margaret persisted.

I nodded again, “Yes, I agree, but it’s no longer something we can decide. Is it?” I said to her.

Margaret turned to Alice, “You do want to stay with us don’t you? You’ve done so much for Liz and me already, just think what you’ll achieve if you stay with us, I’ll be able to buy you anything you want!” She said

Alice’s mouth dropped, “Anything? . . . Anything at all?” She asked

Margaret nodded her head, “Yes! Just name it and I’ll get it for you!” She said convinced she was on the right track – I could see her downfall coming.

Alice gave a smile – which confirmed my suspicions – “Okay . . . I want my mum and dad back, alive!” She said.

Margaret’s face dropped. “But . . . but . . . I can’t. . .” She stammered.

Alice shook her head sadly, “No . . . nobody can . . . not with all the money in the world. I’m sorry Margaret but if you think that I can be brought like that then I’m not the person you need. . . . Master can you take me back please.” She said turning to me.

I went to answer, but someone else beat me to it. “NOOoooo, please Alice, don’t go, I need you.” Liz was holding onto her bedroom door and as we turned to look at her she started to collapse to the floor.

Alice was at her side before she even touched the ground. “Oh Liz, I wasn’t going to leave you, I was just showing your mother that she couldn’t use her money to convince me to stay. Money isn’t the binding thing here, our love is!” Alice told the younger girl as she lifted her into the wheelchair.

Margaret sobbed as she heard Alice’s words, “Do you mean that . . . you are going to stay with us?” She said.

Alice turned her head to look at Margaret, “Of course Margaret, you have much to learn and much to unlearn about people and love.” She said with a smile.

I took Margaret’s hand and led her to a chair. “You see Margaret my slaves are different, I ensure that they learn about love and the power it can have over people, sometimes they don’t realise that is what they’ve learnt, but Alice apparently has.”

“I feel such a fool.” Margaret said, “I could have lost her all due to my arrogance.”

I sat beside her, “Yes, you could have, and then I’d have lost her too. Did you forget that if she decides not to stay with you then Ropeville will claim her? I have a suggestion, one which you might not like . . .” I said.

“What, I’d do anything to keep her.” Margaret said, like a man clutching at straws to save his life.

“Be yourself . . . be Margaret the person, not Margaret the position. Live as yourself, tell your people to vanish for the rest of your stay . . . you’ll learn more about Alice and also about yourself.” I told her.

“I . . . I couldn’t do that, what would happen to the business?” She said sounding shocked.

Alice looked up from where she’d been talking to Liz, “Mistress? You do have underlings who know the business do you not?” This was slave Alice talking – and taking the initiative again!

Margaret blinked at the question, “Of course, what type of person would I be if I didn’t?” She said.

Alice bowed her head, “I’m sorry for talking out of turn Mistress, but can they not run things until you get back?”

Margaret looked at me, “Dare I? I mean what if something went wrong? It would be my fault!” She said worry showing on her face.

I shook my head at her, “Oh no, I’m not going to advise you on this. You’re on your own.” I said to her

Margaret closed her eyes and then opened them, this time there was determination in them, she walked to the phone and dialled a long number. “Daniel? I’m going to be unreachable for the next three weeks . . . that’s what I said. Three weeks! You’ve been saying the management team need to use their muscles, now’s their chance. . . . I’m going to be with my daughters . . . you heard me correctly daughters I think I’ve missed being with them.” She said and hung up before anything else could be said.

I raised my hands and started clapping, “Well done, that took nerve.”

She took a weak look at me, “More than you’ll know . . . what should we do now?” She asked me.

I looked out of the window at the sky outside, “Well it’s a nice day, we could go for a walk, take in the sights and go visiting.” I said.

“Billie-Jo and Pauline!” Alice said making us both look at her, “I’m sorry Master, Mistress.” She apologised.

“Why? It’s a perfectly good suggestion.” I said and turned to Margaret, “Care to join me?” I asked her.

“Why not?” She said.

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(ALICE)

I had Liz’s wheelchair and was running through the park again, this time with Master and Margaret behind us I wasn’t worried about anything!

We passed a few Police officers who were patrolling in the park receiving smiles and a few, Well Done’s as we flew pass.

“I like this place.” Liz said to me, “It feels so . . . friendly.” She added.

I laughed, “That’s because they don’t know us yet!” I said to her which made her laugh out loud.

Master Paul called to us, “Where do you want to go first?”

I already knew where I wanted, but decided to let Liz choose first. “Well?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, but I want to meet these two girls you talked about.” She said.

So I shouted back, “The Hospital!” And so it was decided . . . we went to the shopping Mall! It’s not that I’m complaining it’s just that I did want to see Billie-Jo and introduce her to Liz.

The Mall was large and had several shops that I recognised, although some of the displays were not as I expected, instead of manikins they had people in the window showing the clothing, I realise they were alive because their eyes blinked normally, but their faces were bland. Indeed while we were looking in one shop an assistant went to the window and lifted a girl out and, pressing a few buttons on a collar she was wearing allowed the girl to walk to a changing room.

The person serving us noticed my shocked look, “It’s okay, she’s perfectly alright, it’s just part of her training. The collars we get from Red Riding clothiers – they’re just down the hall, and they allow us to position the girls into any position. When they need to use the toilet or are hungry the program alerts us and we take them either to the cafeteria or where-ever.” She said.

I noticed one ‘manikin’ was in a window, on her own, wearing a bathing suit from which extended a tube which seemed to punch into her mouth . . . looking closely I saw it wasn’t her mouth but a mask she was wearing. When I pointed this out to the assistant she shook her head sadly.

“She was naughty in class, spoke back to a teacher. So she has to stay in the window all day.” She told us.

“But what’s that tube thing she’s got in her mouth?” Liz asked.

The assistant looked troubled but then Master Paul spoke up. “I’m sorry but Liz is a new visitor to Ropeville and isn’t used to the punishment system here. If you can explain to her she’ll have a better idea.” He said.

The assistant nodded. “Well she’s not allowed any toilet breaks and so she has a catheter inserted and that’s attached to the tube, she is forced to drink her own urine as another part of the punishment, teaches her to control her mouth.” She said.

Liz was quiet as she thought about this and then she made a face, “I don’t want to be punished here . . . but what if she has to . . . you know . . . poo?” She asked.

The assistant shook her head. “She had some enemas here before she was put into the window, and she’s wearing a butt-plug, so even if she wanted to it would be impossible until she’s taken out of the window . . . tomorrow!”

Liz’s mouth dropped open but then Master Paul spoke again. “A punishment will last a set time. There is a reason why they seem so tough. The schools here have corporal punishment as standard, for some offences though a more strict punishment is required. This is decided by the school and will last for a set period of time, I take it she’s allowed to move every so often?” Master Paul asked the assistant.

“Yes, she has a 15 minute break every two hours when her legs are allowed to move.” She said.

“But should she try to leave the window then the system locks her legs until she’s noticed and moved back.” Master Paul said at which the assistant nodded. “You see Liz the children here are taught to be responsible for their actions. With the lessons they have her, like gun practise and self defence, they have to be responsible.” He said to Liz.

The assistant turned to face Master Paul, “You seem to know a bit too much about our system here . . . might I ask how?” She said suspiciously.

Master Paul smiled slightly, “Well I should do I was a teacher in the girl’s school for a week once.” He said.

The attitude of the assistant change immediately. “I’m sorry sir! . . . Mr. Purple, I didn’t recognise you.” She said

Master Paul smiled at her, “That’s okay . . . Isabel, I’m just visiting at the moment.” He said and we went back to looking at clothes, I did like the ones that Margaret picked out for me, but I was still used to wearing my skin.

The next shop was called Red Riding Clothiers, a pretty Chinese girl watched us from a screen, “Mr Purple, is it nice to see you again, do you wish to enter?” She asked.

Master Paul looked to Margaret and then nodded, “Yes please Mi-Ling that’s if Marcia isn’t busy?”

“My mistress is never too busy to see you Mr. Purple.” The girl said and the door opened.

As we entered the shop Master Paul whispered to us, “Don’t mention Mi-Ling, I’ll explain later.” Which mystified us all but we went along with him.

An elderly woman came from the back of the shop, “My dear Paul how are you.” She said as she shook his hand.

“I’m fine Marcia, how are you?” Master Paul said warmly.

“You know, mustn’t grumble . . . not allowed too” She said laughing, “Now who is this young lady?” She said turning to Margaret.

Master Paul whispered into her ear and she laughed, “I see, moving up in the world are you Paul? Now how may I help you?” She said, ignoring both Liz and myself as of we were unimportant.

“I was showing Margaret here the sights of Ropeville and thought I’d better see you. But you might be able to provide some help to Margaret’s daughter here.” He waved towards Liz.

Marcia turned to face Liz, she studied the girl as if she was an item on sale, I felt that I wanted to stand in front of Liz but from Master Paul’s action I knew it was just the way she was.

“Your mobility girl, how long ago did you lose it?” She asked sharply.

“10 . . . 10 months ago.” Liz said.

“Well undress girl and let me check you over.” The woman was brusque with her words.

I looked at Master Paul and Margaret, Margaret was unsure but Master Paul nodded his head.

“But here in the shop?” Liz asked.

“And why not, no-one else will come in while I’m serving a customer! Undress girl.” She ordered.

I started to help Liz but the woman spoke again. “I told her to undress, not for you to undress her! Stand to one side and watch.” She said.

I turned on her. “Now listen here, Liz is paralysed and cannot move her legs, I’m looking after her and will help her when she needs it, I will not take orders from you when it’s going to affect my charge . . . do you understand!” I said into her face.

I don’t know what to expect, certainly not the laugh that came from her lips. “Ha, ha, ha . . . This has to be one of yours Paul. Not weak willed like some of the slaves they bring in . . . very well girl, help your ‘charge’ to undress, but this is my shop and I expect to be listened to at the very least.” She said smiling at me.

I lifted Liz up to take off her skirt and underwear, leaving her sitting in just her socks. Marcia looked at them and so I took them off. “Good, now girl raise your arms . . . shake you head . . . now shake your hands . . . now your head . . . now both your hands and your head . . . good, good. Now shake your arms and your head . . . kick!” The last was said with such authority that before Liz could even register what was said her leg moved up slightly before dropping back down.

Marcia nodded her head, “I see . . .” She said before turning to Master Paul, “I take it she hasn’t been to see a psychologist?” She asked him.

Margaret spoke up. “I’ve taken Liz to the best people money can buy!” her tone was cold.

“Money! Phat! You need people who know what they are doing, not people who demand to be paid for what they do! Excuse me!” Marcia said and turned to a computer screen. “Mi-Ling contact Elizabeth!” she ordered.

The screen showed a pattern of dots and then it cleared to show a young (well nearly my age) girl. “Hello Mistress Marcia, how may I help you?” She asked.

“Hello Kitten.” Marcia said and smiled, “I have a girl here who need the attention of your mistress, is it possible she can see her?”

The girl, Kitten(?), looked down as if studying something before she looked up, “Mistress there is an opening in an hour’s time, what is the name of the client?” She asked. Master Paul walked up to the screen and the girl gave a scream of delight, “Master Paul it’s you!” He smiled at the girl, “Hello Little Cat, the girl is with me, her name is also Elizabeth. She had an accident 10 months ago and believes she is unable to walk, I have her mother and . . . another girl that is going to be adopted by them both.”

“Very well Master, I’ll arrange for some entertainment to be provided. You have been booked in, do you know how to get here?” the girl (I’m still not sure if she’s Kitten or Little Cat?) said.

Master smiled, “We’ll get a taxi.” He said.

“Very well master, it will be good to meet you again.” The girl said and closed the connection.

Master Paul turned to Margaret, “Elizabeth the best in Ropeville, she can work wonders.” He told her.

“Phat! Elizabeth may be able to work wonders, but only I can work miracles! Behold.” Marcia said and held up a dress, it had small white and red squares, with a white bodice and puff sleeves, there was also underwear and hose. “You girl, dress your ‘charge’ in these.” She told me, I looked at Master Paul who nodded.

I placed the underwear onto Liz, pulling them up. I was about to say they were too big but then, as I watched, they seemed to shrink to fit her. I looked up at Marcie who smiled, “Well young lady, my clothing is intelligent, if they didn’t fit I would have brought in a smaller pair, but I can tell people’s sizes by looking at them. Now put the rest on.”

I quickly got Liz into the dress and watched as it fitted itself onto her, finally I put the hose onto her legs and then her shoes. Marcia then touched something behind Liz and stood back. “Now girl. Command! get up and walk around the room!” She said.

“But Liz can’t walk, she’s paralysed!” I protested, but then watched amazed as Liz’s legs started to move, her hands gripped the arms of her wheelchair and then stood on her feet. Then she stiffly began to walk. I saw her eyes, they were wide open with fear.

“You see with my clothes your daughter can walk again, all it takes is special circuitry and a neural connection, in this manner the clothes can see what she does and using her brain make her move as I direct.” Marcia said proudly.

“But she’s scared!” I protested.

“She’s just not used to walking again, it’s a natural thing.” Marcia waved my protests aside.

“Marcia, I think it might be better if you allow her to sit down again.” Master Paul said.

“But she’s just finding her feet again, she should use this to exercise herself.” At the word Liz began jumping up and down. Her eyes began to roll in her head.

“Marcia!” Master Paul said warningly.

Marcia looked at him and then nodded. “Cease, return to the wheelchair and sit down.” She said.

Liz stopped jumping and turned around, walking zombie like she then placed herself back in the wheelchair.

“You see by using the interface you can get this child to exercise and strengthen her legs again without all the stupid excuses that children make up, it can also show her that she is able to walk. Forcing her to see how wrong she is!” Marcia said pride showing in her voice.

Master Paul’s tone was strained, “Thank you Marcia, I take it you’ll charge my account?”

Marcia smiled, “Of course my dear Paul, I never give any of my products away.” She said. “Who is going to take control of the costume?” She added.

Paul looked at Margaret, “Her mother here will be the one . . . and you will supply a list of commands?” he said.

“Master Paul! Liz won’t talk to me, I think she’s unconscious.” I said panicking slightly.

“Oh no, it’s just that I haven’t disable the interface. All you have to do is to press the button just behind her neck and she’ll be fine.” Marcia said. I quickly followed her instructions and then Liz started to sob.

“Oh, it was terrible. I couldn’t move or speak, my legs ached and I couldn’t stop myself, can’t you get this off me?” Liz said.

“Isn’t there some way of using the costume without blocking Liz’s conscious?” Master Paul asked.

“Yes there is a switch, the instructions are all in this manual. Now if you’ll just speak into this microphone, so that the system can recognise your voice.” Marcia handed Margaret a, booklet, microphone and a card.

“My name is Margaret. Lolly, Molly, colly, golly. Gown, brown, ground. Two, three, four.” She said and then there was a bleep from the computer.

“Good, now a press here, and a touch here . . . There your costume is all programmed for your use.” Marcia said with a smile.

Master Paul also smiled, “Thank you Marcia, I’m sorry to dash off but there’s more to see and we’ve got Elizabeth to meet as well. Thanks for the costume and I’ll call back soon.” He said shepherding us out of the shop.

As we left I heard the door click shut and the sound of a lock activating, then the girl on the screen was visible again. “Thank you for shopping with us Mr. Purple and guests, I hope to see you again.”

Master Paul smiled sadly at the screen, “Thank you Mi-Ling, please watch your mistress for me.” He said.

“Of course Mr. Purple, what else can I do.” She said and her head turned away from us.

But when I looked back I could see she was watching us, a tear showing on the screen.

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(PAUL)

Thinking back it was a mistake to take the girls, girls(?), to Red Riding’s. Marcia can be normal sometimes but at others she would be almost manic. (for Marcia’s story see Turner2Corner’s story Ropeville interlude).

I did want to take Margaret to Zabrina’s. But I don’t think she would appreciate their wares just yet. And I didn’t think she would be able to face Christine or her slave Joliet.

So I decided that we could have a quick visit to the hospital, while on the way I told the story of Marcia and Mi-Ling, cautioning Margaret to ensure that if she used the costume to ensure that she took care when activating it.

It was a very subdued group that entered the room when Pauline, Billie-Jo and Tracy were recovering.

“Master! Billie-Jo called out as we entered, she went to get out of bed but grimaced as she moved her legs. “I’m sorry master but I can’t get up as quickly as I should. And my neck is hurting” She said.

“It’s okay Billie-Jo; Your neck will heal and so will your ‘little problem. I brought our client with us, I’m not sure if she would be happy to see you nude.” I gestured to Margaret to enter.

“Hello, I understand you were the one who acted as Liz here.” Margaret said as Alice steered the wheelchair into the room. Billie-Jo raised herself up onto her arms and smiled at the pair.

“Alice! How are you?” She called out, causing the nurse on duty to put her head through the door, ‘Shhh!’ was all she said before vanishing again. Billie-Jo put her hand over her mouth, but then all three girls started giggling.

“I’m fine, this is Liz, she’s going to get better.” Alice said, “Or I’m going to start smacking her ass!” She added smiling.

“That would work as well!” Billie-Jo said, “Come over here and let me hug you both.” Alice steered the wheelchair to the bedside and then pulled Billie-Jo close to the edge of the bed. “Hello Liz, I hope Alice isn’t being too much of a bossy boots?” She asked.

“Oh no, she’s been very nice to me.” Liz said as she bent forward to hug Billie-Jo.

“Yes, she can be very good indeed.” Billie-Jo said slightly guardedly. Liz whispered something into Billie-Jo’s ear and Billie-Jo nodded and looked at Alice who blushed, “Yes, I found that out as well.” She said smiling.

“And so have I.” Margaret said smiled and joined them, “I understand that I have you to thank for teaching Alice her skills as a partner.” She said.

“I only taught her the basics; it was Mistress Sharon who took the advance lessons.” Billie-Jo said with a giggle.

“Then I will have to thank her as well. But where is this Pauline?” Margaret asked.

This was true, Pauline was missing from her bed I looked around and then I noticed that Tracy was also missing. A small laugh from behind me made me turn around. Standing there was Pauline and Tracy along with Elizabeth.

“Sorry Paul, I didn’t realise you’d be visiting the girls. You are due to meet with me in 15 minutes you know.” She said, “I was just doing a preliminary on Tracy following her ordeal. I needed Pauline with me as a responsible person to be with Tracy.” She explained.

Tracy was now looking at me with a slightly scared look on her face, “What’s wrong Tracy? You were better with me yesterday.” I said to her.

But Tracy wouldn’t answer and turned around to bury her face in Pauline’s gown. “She’s not sure about men Master, she’s frightened that they’ll all try to attack her again.”

Elizabeth shrugged, “It’s a normal reaction, she needs someone to show her that sometimes sex can be pleasurable without people having actual sex. But I’m not sure who would do that for her.” She said looking at me meaningfully.

Now I’m not slow on the uptake, not normally anyway, but I just looked at Elizabeth until Pauline shook my arm, “She means you Master.” She said with a ‘stupid!’ tone in her voice.

I spoke to Elizabeth, “Have you asked Tracy if she’s willing to try this?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Actually Pauline suggested this, she knows you will do what is needed, and she trusts you, she’s spoken to Tracy about it and, although scared, she’s agreed to allow you.”

I went down on one knee so that I was the same height as Tracy, “Tracy, if you don’t want to do this I’ll understand, you’ll be in control at all times, if you say stop . . . then I’ll stop, if you say okay then I’ll carry on.” I said gently

“Do . . . do you mean that?” Tracy asked, “I mean that . . . man . . . just kept on even though I said no. He wouldn’t stop he just kept on and on and on.” She turned back to sob into Pauline’s gown.

I looked at Pauline, “Would you mind staying with her as a comforter?” I asked, Pauline nodded her head; I then looked at Elizabeth, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you.” I said apologetically.

Elizabeth smiled, “I understand Paul, you’ve something more important to do.” She said.

I shook my head, “Not more important, it’s just as important!” I clarified.

She accepted my correction and then turned to Margaret, “I can take you back to my office, there’s enough room in my car.” She invited them.

I noticed Alice looking at me and so I nodded, she nodded back. “Thank you doctor, we’ll be happy to go with you.” Margaret said oblivious to Alice and my glances.

Elizabeth, however, had caught it and smiled at us before turning to talk to Margaret, “Good then, if you’ll come this way . . .” And indicated the door.

The four of them went out, with Alice looking back at me as the door closed.

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I wanted to advance menacingly towards Tracy, but knew from her body language that this would be too traumatic for her. Instead I gently took her hand and helped her to her bed, I noticed she was shaking slightly at the sight of it.

“Shh, it’s alright Tracy, Pauline is with you, she’ll protect you just like Alice did.” I whispered into her ear

She looked at me, “Please sir . . . you . . . won’t hurt me? Will you?” She asked me.

I gave a smile, which I hoped wasn’t predatory at all, “No Tracy, this is for your pleasure only, not mine. Pauline and Billie-Jo will tell you that I don’t tell lies in situations like this.” I tried to reassure her . . . but I don’t think she was convinced.

But then Pauline spoke up, “Tracy, it’s true. Master won’t hurt you, he’ll show you how you should have felt but won’t put his penis inside you . . . I won’t let him.” She said and I felt the young girl relax.

But her relaxation faded as I began to undo the ties to her gown, she tried to hold the two parts together to thwart my actions but again Pauline stilled her, “Don’t worry Tracy, Master Paul has seen it all before, in fact I’m wearing more now than I normally do . . . If you’re scared let me undress as well.” She said and unashamedly took off her gown and nightdress, letting her naked body show before taking Tracy’s hand.

Tracy looked into Pauline’s eyes as I undid the tie to her gown, drawing the two parts aside showing the nightdress that the hospital had provided. “Tracy, I’m going to raise your nightdress, but that’s all I’m going to do.” I said and gently bunched the material up, getting it to her bottom, I touched Pauline’s leg making her look down she whispered to Tracy who raised her hips allowing me to move the fabric up to just below her small breasts.

I looked at Tracey’s face, she was blushing with shame and looking into Pauline’s eyes still, “Tracy I’m going to stay here with my knees on the floor, I can reach the parts that will excite you from here.” I told her and saw her eyes flicker down to me as if to confirm that I was where I said.

I started licking her feet, tickling her on the instep – she had been wearing slippers but I had taken them off before I started. She started to giggle and squirm, I paused for a moment, “Nice or nasty?” I asked her.

She smiled at Pauline and said in a dreamy voice, “Nice!”

I repeated the licking onto her legs, tracing the fine veins running along them, feeling her shiver in reaction. I gently separated her legs so that she was wide enough for me to get my head between her thighs.

“OOoooohhh!” Tracy said as she saw where I was but Pauline turned the girls’ head so that Tracy was looking into Pauline’s eyes again.

“Relax Tracy, Master Paul isn’t going to put his cock into you,” Then she smiled, “Not unless he’s grown one on his tongue!” She added.

“Can he do that?” Tracy asked in almost panic.

I couldn’t help it I had to laugh, “No Tracy honey, that’s impossible for a man to do . . . even me, now this is where it can seem scary but just relax.” I said as I then extended my tongue to swipe along her bald cunny.

If Pauline hadn’t been holding the girl she might have taken off. I made sure that I covered her small clit with my tongue and rubbed it. Tracy gave a gasp which changed into a sigh. “Nice or nasty?” Pauline asked her following my lead.

“Oh nice . . . very nice.” Tracy said keeping her eyes on Pauline (Pauline told me that all through my ministrations Tracy never moved her eyes away from Pauline.)

Pauline then, following a script that I never knew we were following, placed her hand under the bunched material covering Tracy’s small tits, while I continued licking away at the outside of Tracy’s slit.

I could tell the lips of her labia were getting fatter with her arousal and were starting to part, I began spearing my tongue into the developing groove, causing the girl to pant as I rubbed her clit with my face.

I knew that as a young girl she wouldn’t be able to hold back under the clitoral stimulation along with her vaginal massage and so it was, she began to buck her hips up at me before her extended legs wrapped themselves over my head as her first orgasm struck her.

“There, there darling, isn’t that better than when that man did what he did to you?” Pauline whispered into Tracy’s ear, reminding the girl of the ordeal that she had been through without any release.

Tracy didn’t answer she was too wrapped up in herself and her feelings. I couldn’t speak either as my mouth was firmly held by her legs, the view was very nice though, pink flesh, starting to redden as the flush of her orgasm washed down her body.

Then her legs loosened their hold which allowed me to raise my head and take a breath of air, not that I found pussy-air distasteful, moist but nice.

“Again?” I asked her looking at her face which was still turned to Pauline.

“Can I?” She asked Pauline who smiled and nodded. “Yes PLEASE!” Like some 5 year-old who’s found out that swings are a good idea.

“Okay Tracy, I’m going to use my hands this time, don’t worry about it, they’re only going to do what my tongue did, okay? Or do you want me to stop.” I asked her.

“NOooo! Don’t stop!” She said with such force that I almost wanted to laugh.

I then brought my arms up over my head and down onto her body, she jumped as she felt my fingers on her but forced herself to relax. I began swirling my hand around her belly-button. She giggled as my finger seemed to circle into her navel depression.

I then brought my other hand and gently inserted it into her pussy, moving it back and forward in a fucking motion, I used my tongue and mouth on her clitoris, giving it playful nips on occasions.

“It feels . . . It weird I don’t know how to describe it.” Tracy said to Pauline.

“But it feels good doesn’t it!” Pauline asked.

“Oh yeah! It feels woondderrffulllll!” Tracy said as her second orgasm reached her brain. This time I didn’t stop but kept on pushing her through another and another.

Finally she screamed out in her pleasure as her endorphins overwhelmed her system and she fainted away.

I pulled back from the young girl just as the door to the room opened and Susanna rushed in. she took Tracy’s pulse and then nodded, “Running fast, but I suppose that’s normal for her condition.” She went to a basin and poured a glass of water which she placed beside the bed.

“I think you sir, need to wash your face.” She said.

I smiled at her, “Unless you want to lick it clean first?” I said.

“I’m very tempted . . . but Sister might not approve.” Susanna said smiling.

“You mean . . . she would want to do it first?” I tried to sound astonished.

“No, but she might want to do IT first instead.” Susanna said and left the room laughing.

Tracy stirred and looked at me, “That was wonderful” She repeated. I handed her the glass of water which she drank quickly.

Pauline smiled at her, “Do you want me to go now . . . if so I’ll need my hand back.”

Tracy shook her head, “Please, just stay with me for now.” Tracy asked.

I decided to leave the girls alone, they wanted each other now. I waved goodbye to Billie-Jo who nodded and gently moved out of the bed to join her sister and their new friend.