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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 1 ] I was checking my email when I found one from Bill, it said ‘Must contact you regarding new commission – Vital that YOU deal with this. Bill.’ This struck me as strange. Bill had several persons on his ‘books’ in this business. I checked on Pauline and Billie-Jo, they were working on their homework in the basement, their lessons being sent to them from Ropeville – it was a very strange curriculum but suited their situation. They were lying on the bed and involved in the finer points of 69’ing, the speaker on the monitor was relaying their moans of pleasure. After a few minutes I could hear Billie-Jo in the midst of an orgasm, and I watched as Pauline raised her head, she turned and smiled at her sister. “I win, I win.” She said in glee. After a few pants Billie-Jo was able to raise her head and look at Pauline. “Okay . . . you win . . . best out of three?” she said with a smile. Pauline considered this before replying. “Okay, the loser is to be the winner’s slave for a week?” “A day!” Came the response, Billie-Jo knew what Pauline needed in a slave; I’d taught them both well. “4!” “3?” “2! And that’s my final offer!” Pauline said smiling. Billie-Jo nodded and the two girls kissed each other to seal the bet before repositioning themselves again. “On three.” Said a muffled Billie-Jo, “One . . . Two . . . Threeeeeee” Her voice changed as Pauline started her assault slightly too soon. I smiled to myself as I turned down the volume on the monitor. Pauline would have her slave for two days; she had extra training that Billie-Jo had never received I returned to my email, Bill didn’t really order me to take these commissions, and the emphasis on the ‘you’ had me puzzled. I decided to contact him and hear him out. I had an ‘untraceable’ telephone – it routed all my calls through Ropeville via the internet. I made the connection and then put on my headphones and positioned the microphone. I clicked on Bill’s number and waited for him to answer. “Paul? Is that you?” Bill sounded slightly anxious. “Who else uses this number?” I said, Bill had several telephone numbers that he used, it was so he could tell who was calling he’d told me some time ago. “I hoped you call soon, you are on a secure line I hope?” “Practically, I sure that my providers will be discrete, just so long that it doesn’t affect them. You do understand this don’t you?” I kept my voice low and even, I wasn’t threatening Bill, just reminding him that I did have other commitments nowadays. “I heard about that. No, this one is personal. I have a specific request for you.” I almost cut the connection at that point, “Bill you know what I said about specific requests don’t you.” “Frank! Paul, I mean, this one’s important I need you to do it! It’s my niece she needs help!” “What type of help does she need?” I asked — in this job there was a golden rule, never be involved in the target, but Bill’s slip in giving my old name told me that he was worried. “Her parents can’t control her. She beyond real help and the school’s giving up on her.” He was starting to babble now; I had to get him back onto track. “Hold on Bill, Start from the beginning. What’s her name and how old is she?” “Her name’s Carol, she’s twelve.” Bill was slightly calmer now. “Okay, that’s older than I like to take them Bill, what’s wrong with her, unruly I suppose?” It was something that all teenagers and almost teenagers went through. “No really, she’s on a dieting thing at the moment, but it’s got worse, she’s not eating enough food to keep her alive. We’ve tried everything, the doctors have tried and her school . . . Well they’ve told us that until she’s better they’re not going to accept her.” “Well how can I help her?” Although I felt sorry for her I couldn’t see how I could be of any help at all. “Well I thought you could . . . That you would be . . . That she would . . . Well . . . Oh shit we need help for her, before we’ve got to pick out a casket for her. You’re our only hope.” He was so earnest that I had to suppress my laugh. “Okay Princess Leia, I’ll find Han Solo and get Luke Skywalker and sort something out.” “Does that mean you’ll help us Paul?” Bill sounded cautious. “I will. Now you’ll understand that she’s going to be gone for some time, and so I’ll be out of operation during that time also.” “Don’t worry about that Paul; you’ll be paid just as if she was one of your normal commissions. All we need is our Carol back.” “Bill you know that she won’t be the old Carol, I’ll treat her just like one of the normal commissions.” “Paul we won’t care about that, she’s all her parents have, just as long as we get her back that’s all.” Bill was sounding relieved now. “Alright Bill, send me the information on her, pictures, where she hangs out, who her friends are, what her interest are, that type of thing.” “I’ve got it all here; I’ll send it to your normal drop off right now. And Paul . . . Thanks, if you pull this off then we’re even.” “Thank me once the job is done Bill, I’m not promising anything.” “I know that Paul, but you always seem to deliver. I’ll hear from you soon.” And Bill broke the connection. I closed down the computer link and sat back in my chair. I did owe Bill, big-time, and that rule thing . . . there was another point. If you’re going to break rules, break them good and proper. I went back to the monitor; Billie-Jo was on her knees before Pauline — it seems that she had lost. I flicked a switch by the monitor which caused a bell to ring in the basement, both girls looked to the camera and smiled. “Okay girls, we’ve got some work to do. Pauline, contact Elizabeth and get information on dieting problems in young girls, what effect would occur in the body and how the girl’s are affected. Billie-Jo, you’re on reference search . . . or you will be once the information arrives. I’ve got to prepare the cell for use.” Bill was as good as his word, the information arrived the next day, and it was a hefty package. I opened it and a photograph fell out onto the floor, Billie-Jo picked it up and then turned white. “Oh shit!” She said and showed me the picture. It was of . . . well it had to be female, at least it had a slit where you’d expect to see one, but apart from that you couldn’t tell if it was really human. “That’s our target, Carol. She wants to be a model and so believes that she has to be thin. However she has the problem that she thinks she’s too fat.” “What! Looking like that! You’re kidding.” Billie-Jo exclaimed “Nope that’s normal in young impressionable girls.” Pauline said, “Once they get the fixation in their heads it’s almost impossible to remove it.” “So what’re we supposed to do?” Billie-Jo asked. “Oh that’s simple,” I said, “We’re going to remove it for her!” Both the girls looked at me as if I was mad, I can’t say I blamed them. I did have the glimmer of a plan. But it would be hard on all the girls involved. “We’ve got to get this right girl’s and for that we need to be prepared. Pauline, continue with Elizabeth I’ll pass on more information and we will need her feedback. Billie-Jo, you’re going to have to get used to using the lash.” At her resigned look I laughed, which earned me a dirty look. “By that I mean you’re going to learn how to make it sound like you’re hitting a person without hurting them, And you better learn correctly as Pauline will be your target.” I could see a predatory look in Billie-Jo’s eyes and a fearful one in Pauline’s and then Pauline smiled. “Remember Slave you still owe me.” Billie-Jo nodded and bowed to Pauline, “Yes Mistress, but only until tomorrow!” When she raised herself up again she was also smiling “Oh bugger!” Was Pauline’s answer. “Don’t worry Pauline, if she makes a mistake I’ll correct her, won’t I BJ?” I said to them. “Yes master. Should I start now?” I nodded; she went down into the basement and started to remove ‘George’ from his locker. I’d better explain about George, he is a training dummy, full of electronics and able to react like a person, in that he’d feel pain and show this in the light display on his head. Normally he was used to train Billie-Jo and Pauline on how to inflict pain with the whips, now he was going to be used for just the reverse – less pain. I wasn’t sure if he was going to last the day, but still . . . I looked again at the picture of Carol, I knew she was 12 but from the formation of her body she looked younger. Pauline waited for a few moments while I did this and then spoke, “Her body is literally eating itself to survive, and it’s using the stored fat of the body first before taking the nutriment from other parts of her body. In due time she won’t be able to stand on her own, the last part to be used will be the brain, but by that time the body will be more of a skeleton than anything else.” I looked at her and she shrugged, “Elizabeth gave me a web site to check up on.” “Was there anything else?” I asked her “Well only some stuff on concentration camps?” She wrinkled her forehead, “What were concentration camps anyway?” I sighed and held her hands. “It was something that happened over 50 years ago. When some people decided that the world would be better off without those they decided were worthless. So they moved them to camps where they either killed them outright, or worked them to death.” “But that’s terrible! What happened to them?” Pauline said aghast. “I’m going to have to include the Second World War in your history lessons I see, but in the meantime look up the Nuremburg Trials that took place in 1945/46. Was there any video footage in the information?” She slowly nodded her head, “There was . . . but I only glanced at it, I couldn’t stand to see too much of it!” I pulled her close to me and hugged her closely. “That’s okay darling, It’s something that we are all ashamed of and none of us wanted to watch the films — better to ignore it and forget about it, and that’s what some people have done. They’re the ones who will eventually repeat those things without realizing it!” Pauline looked up at me with a puzzled look on her face, I smiled at her, “Don’t worry about it darling, just try to treat others as you would want to be treated.” She just laughed at me. “But then . . . why do you do this master?” She asked me. I didn’t have an answer for her, and so I kept quiet. |