ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST
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[ part 5 ]

Alice

‘Oh God what was wrong with me . . . Why oh why was I like this!’ I gave a plaintive cry as I once again sat down on the damned toilet, feeling my stomach cramp up again as it tried to empty itself of everything I’d eaten for the past three days.

Looking towards the bed I could see Billie-Jo, she was watching me with concern on her face, I didn’t want to scream out but that was how I felt. I knew she would have helped me if she could but being held like that she couldn’t . . . anyway would you like to be with some sick kid, nah! You’d be too scared of catching whatever it was.

My stomach gripped again trying to push more of me into the bowl of the toilet. I gave a groan and fell forward.

Hands . . .

Hands holding me . . .

“Alice what’s wrong?” A concerned voice and then the sound of a fan being started venting the room of the smell that had covered everything. A soothing voice was talking to me, “It’s all right Alice, it’s just a bug going around, and you were unlucky to catch it.” Somehow I knew he would come down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I murmured.

“Don’t worry about that,” He said, “You’re not well, and you’ve got no control over your body when it’s ill.” He produced a moist cloth from somewhere and started to wipe my face with it. Then he seemed to vanish from my sight and I could hear a scraping noise, it sounded as if he was opening a doorway to a deep pit.

‘Now I’m ill he’s going to kill me!’ flashed though my head, ‘But if he does that who’s going to look after Billie-Jo!’ I wondered and then groaned as my stomach cramped again.

“That didn’t sound nice at all.” Paul said and his hands were holding me again.

“Please don’t kill me, let me stay to help Billie-Jo.” I was sobbingly begging him.

There was astonishment in his voice, “KILL YOU! Don’t be so daft girl, look . . .” He turned my head, just behind me was a toilet type bowl, with what appeared to be a fountain in it. “That’s a bidet, you’re going to need more than paper on your bum, and I’ll also have some ointment as your ass will be sore.”

I could agree with him on that last point, I couldn’t stand anything passing through my bum at the moment. Paul put his arm under my leg and another behind my back and lifted me gently onto the bidet.

The shock of the warm water washing my bum was . . . nice, and then there was the blowing of warm air drying my bum . . . it was such a relaxing feeling that I couldn’t keep awake, I closed my eyes just for a moment . . .

I suppose the lateness of the hour along with the emptying of my body was tiring me because when I came to I was lying on the bed with Billie-Jo asleep beside me.

A noise made me look up, Paul was sitting there watching me, a mug was on the floor by his foot. He lifted up the cup and offered it to me. “I think you’ll need some soup, now try this . . . it’s an old recipe.” He said.

I sat up carefully so that I didn’t disturb Billie-Jo and took the offered cup, I took a deep drink of it and then looked at Paul, “It’s chicken soup!” I said slightly accusingly.

Paul nodded, “You can’t get any recipe that’s older!” Paul said with a smile, I couldn’t help it I had to laugh. “I’m also told that people believe it has healing properties, I’m not sure if that’s so but you need nourishment inside you.” He said and watched me, I felt uncomfortable but only about his gaze not anything else.

Then I realised that I didn’t feel sore . . . on my bum. I went to touch it but stopped as Paul was there, he gave a small chuckle.

“While I carried to the bed I took the time to put some ointment on your backside, it was a bit sore. You’ll need another coating later on today, but if you feeling a little better I’d try to get some sleep.” Paul said watching me closely.

I realised that my stomach wasn’t moaning away now and I quickly finished off the cup of soup and snuggled down, the warmth of the soup running through my body as I fell asleep.

I was awoken by the sound of music playing in the basement and Pauline’s voice ordering Billie-Jo to stretch more, I went to get up from the bed but found that my arm was now held by a handcuff.

It was easier to remain in the bed and angle my head around to where the two girls were facing each other, I could see Pauline’s face as she ordered Billie-Jo around.

“1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 . . . keep those legs moving Billie-Jo!” Pauline was telling her and then she saw me watching them. “1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, and rest!” She said before coming over to my bed.

“Master said you needed some sleep, so for today you were allowed to lie in, but as you’re awake now you’d better get up and have a shower, Master will be starting your lessons later this morning.” She said smiling, I was about to thank her when I looked at the clock . . . it showed 7:30! Pauline noticed my gaze and nodded, “Yes we start early during the training time.” She said and released me from the cuffs.

As I walked to the shower area I could see that two desks had been positioned in front of a blackboard, it seems that Paul wasn’t lying when he spoke of lessons. I looked at that darn toilet . . . which after last night wasn’t so much of a threat to me, so I sat down on it and used it!

I carefully wiped myself finding I was still sore on my bottom, but thought I might find relief in the shower, so I started it up and stepped under the water feeling it cascade over my skin, I found the soap and cloth and began rubbing my body with it, listening to the music that Pauline was using to get Billie-Jo exercising . . . somewhere in the back of my mind a voice was shouting that this was all wrong.

Okay so it wasn’t a normal thing, but after the past few weeks with . . . with . . . HIM, watching me and making suggestive comments, I found that this was more . . . relaxing? Yes that was it! More relaxing than anything else! I was here naked with this stranger walking around and yet I didn’t feel threatened by him, the only one that did give me any fear was that young girl Pauline(!) How could a girl, younger than me even, be more frightening that a grown man who has kidnapped me?

“Are you going to stay in there until you shrivel up?” Paul asked me making me open my eyes with a start. – I hadn’t realised that I had closed them! – He was standing outside the shower area but had a large towel in his hand.

I stepped out of the flow of water and turned it off, Paul walked forward and wrapped me in the towel, his hands rubbing the absorbent material over my body, drying and heating me at the same time. I didn’t try to stop him as it felt good.

He bent down and dried my legs and feet before he stopped and turned me to face him, “Stand still!” Paul said to me, his tone told me not to even think about not obeying him, he went to another part of the basement before returning with a chair that he sat on, he also had a tube of something in his hand.

“Alice, I want to check if you’re too sore on you bum.” He said flatly and beckoned to me.

“Th . . . there’s no need sir, I’m perfectly alright.” I said trying to keep away from him.

Paul, however, shook his head, “That wasn’t a request Alice. I gave you an order. Whenever I say something or ask you to do something you will treat it as an order. Every order you fail to obey means a punishment. You have just earned your first. Now come here.”

I couldn’t pull back as I knew he wouldn’t like it, and somehow I still wanted to please him, but the knowledge that I was going to be punished did make me apprehensive.

I walked to him and stood in front of him. Somehow the thought that he was looking at my vagina gave me those feelings in my stomach, and I didn’t know why. He took hold of my by the hips and made me bend over so that I was lying on his lap looking at the floor.

Paul pulled my bottom apart and then gave a tut-tutting noise. “Slave Alice, you lied to me.” He said, “You’re not alright and need some more of this ointment. Now are you going to remain still and let me apply it, or do you need restraining?” He said.

“Please sir, I can put the ointment on. I can manage.” I said

{SPLAT} . . . The pain was a surprise as he slapped me on my bottom. I cried out and tried to move my hands to stop him. “Keep your hands away Alice!” He said and {SPLAT} he stuck me again.

I tried kicking my legs but he just {SPLAT} kept {SPLAT} on {SPLAT} hitting me, then he called to Pauline. “Pauline can you get the number 23, 18 and . . . yes 13.” He said and then added, “also the handcuffs and leg irons.”

“Please, I’m sorry.” I tried to say but Paul wasn’t listening to me. So I started to cry, “I thought you liked me?” I said which did stop him for a moment.

“Alice, I do like you, I also appreciate the way you want to look after Billie-Jo, but you have to learn that if you disobey an order you will be punished, whether you like it or not, and either Pauline or I will be the ones giving you your punishment. This isn’t a case of liking or not liking you, it’s a teaching thing.” He said to me.

“But I said I was sorry, couldn’t you accept what I said?” I asked - it always worked with mum.

“No Alice, It’s easy to say things, but then that is all they are, words! This way you’ll remember not to go against my words or to question my orders, won’t you?” Paul said while rubbing my bottom.

Pauline arrived back and I could feel her grabbing my leg, I did consider kicking at her, but knew that it wouldn’t have been effective, and anyway I didn’t want Paul hitting me again.

“That’s very good of you Alice.” Paul said, as if I was some kind of animal to be soothed before the vet gives it a shot! Then Pauline appeared in front of me and put one of my wrists into the handcuff, she then pulled my arms to the chair wrapped the handcuff chain around the leg and then attached the other open end to my other wrist.

I found that I couldn’t move. Both my legs and my arms were firmly held to the chair, the only good thing was that Paul couldn’t move either; he was trapped by my body to the chair.

“Put the others on the floor in front of Alice please Pauline.” Paul said. I watched as Pauline place on the floor something that appeared to be a small flat sided bat, a . . . whip I suppose but it had several bit running away from it and finally a large glove which had ridges in its palm.

“Now Alice, I want you to hold still while I apply this ointment.” He said and I immediately felt something cold on my bottom, which started to dull the ache that Paul had given me, then I felt him rubbing his hand on my bottom, I couldn’t help it but to rub my self on his leg, feeling the fabric on what Billie-Jo had called the funny-button, but then I remembered what my mother had told me and so I stopped. Only to find Paul was now moving my hips. I could feel that feeling in my stomach again it was so strong, so . . . very strong that I had to call out.

“No, please sir, don’t! I don’t want to go blind!” I said and was shocked to hear Paul laughing away.

“What do you mean go blind? Alice haven’t you ever had an orgasm?” He asked me.

I shook my head just to receive another {SPLAT} on my bottom. “No! No I haven’t. I was told that it would be something my husband would give me if I remained a virgin.” I said.

“Who told you that piece of rubbish?” Paul asked.

“My . . . my mother, she told me to always look after my body and not to touch it, I was to remain pure for the man she chose for me.” I could picture her standing in front of me, ‘You don’t know anything about men, the first one to fancy you will have you if you let him, so I’ll tell you who is good for you and who isn’t! You will listen to me young lady!’ She was always telling me this, as if I was a child!

Paul however had just stopped. “Pure for the man she chose? Not the one who would be right for you . . . But what if she chose her husband?” He said quietly.

“NO! SHE WOULDN’T DO THAT, NOT MY MUM!” I said loudly which earned me another {SPLAT}.

“Quietly girl, I’ve got to think!” Paul said and went back to rubbing the ointment on my bottom.

I was confused, would mum allow him? to . . . to . . . no, she couldn’t! She . . . wouldn’t? . . . would she? I tried to think back to yesterday (was it only yesterday) when I tried to tell her about Red. She wouldn’t listen to me! . . . She didn’t want to believe me! I started to cry now as I realised that she would let him . . . HIM rape me!

My sobs were disturbed by Pauline’s voice speaking, “Um Master, there’s something wrong.”

“What’s up now? Okay what did you do to her Pauline?” Paul asked.

“Me master, nothing! I just noticed that she was crying.” Pauline replied.

Billie-Jo was now beside me, kneeling. “Alice, what’s wrong?” She asked me.

“She . . . she didn’t want me. She was going to let HIM have me!” I said sobbing away.

“Who? Who didn’t want you?” Billie-Jo asked as she gently stroked my face.

“My mother that’s who, she was keeping me so that Red could have me!” I said

Paul was now gently rubbing my back, in a way I hated him doing that, I didn’t want to be comforted, not now! But I couldn’t stop him. I heard him say something about shoes but I wasn’t sure.

My hands were freed as were my legs, but I wasn’t allowed to come off Paul’s lap, he did let me sit up and then he pulled me to him, his hands still rubbing my back. “Alice, it’s alright, your mother isn’t here neither is Red, you’re in safe hands.” He was murmuring into my ear, allowing me to cry myself out.

After a few minutes I pulled away from him, I was past crying now, I was angry . . . angry at my mother, angry at Red and even angry at Paul. “How could you!” I said, “How could you hold me like that and tell me those things. You’re supposed to be the bad man! You should be happy I’m like this! Why are you trying to help me?” I think I tried to strike him, but I’m not sure, he was holding my arms tightly.

“I’m holding you like this because you need it Alice. I could try to break you even more, and I would, but that is not what I’m after, you’re different Alice, you don’t need grief, you need compassion, now dry your eyes and show Billie-Jo that you’re okay.” Paul said softly.

I knew that she was worried about me and so I took the proffered handkerchief and dabbed at my eyes, I turned to look at Billie-Jo and gave her a small smile, “I’m sorry Billie-Jo but I just thought of something that made me angry.” Billie-Jo looked at Paul and then back at me so I shook my head, “Oh no it wasn’t Pau . . .” He brushed my hip, “I mean Master, who I was angry at, it was my mum!” I said and somehow by telling her it seemed to dissipate my anger.

Then Paul showed me the type of person he was as, while he sat in the chair, he called to Billie-Jo. “Now take my cock out of my pants Billie-Jo.” He said, I couldn’t believe he could be so crude, but then Billie-Jo pulled out her erect penis.

Paul then lifted her up so that she straddled his legs. “Pauline you know what to do!” Paul said.

I was moved out of the way as Pauline knelt down in front of Paul, took hold of his penis and held it up, it seemed to enter Billie-Jo without effort.

I couldn’t bear to watch this so I went to turn away, “Alice? This is you fault!” Paul said.

I was shocked, how could he say that? I suppose my face showed what I was thinking because he nodded, “It’s a normal reaction to having a beautiful naked girl in your hands, you become erect and have to do something, since I knew you wouldn’t want to do this I chose the next best thing.” And he began raising and lowering Billie-Jo onto his penis.

A part of me was revolted by this, but then another part was saying ‘He found ME beautiful?’ and so I watched as Billie-Jo began moving without Paul’s hands moving her, she was enjoying what Paul was doing . . . but that wasn’t how mum had told me, it should have been painful . . . but Billie-Jo was smiling?

After a few minutes Paul gave a shudder as did Billie-Jo, who also squealed in glee and rested her head on Paul’s shoulder, he said something into her ear and she nodded her head, she slowly lifted up from Paul, climbed down onto the floor, she then knelt down and took his penis in her mouth, sucking it clean before putting it away and doing up his pants.

Pauline then took Billie-Jo away to the shower area as Paul got up from the chair, a large damp patch visible on the front of his pants. He looked down and laughed. “Yes, she did enjoy that didn’t she?” He said.

I was puzzled, “But why didn’t it hurt her? I was told it always hurts!” I asked.

Paul shook his head, “Sex shouldn’t hurt unless it’s your first time, when you hymen is broken it can hurt but then subsequent times may rub over the remnants of the hymen, but once that is healed there should be no pain.” He said.

“But . . . when HE was with mum she would be crying.” I said.

Paul looked thoughtful, “He could have done that deliberately, why did your mother marry him?” he asked me.

I shook my head, “I don’t know! One week she was moaning about how she didn’t have enough money to keep us and then she arrives home one day with HIM, Red, and told me he was going to be my new father, HE said something like how I was prettier than mom had said, then they went to her bedroom.” I shuddered while I remembered the noises that came from her room, “and it was a couple of weeks later that mum to me they were getting married.”

“But you don’t know why they married?” Paul asked again and so I shook my head, “did you try to contact your father?” He asked me

I just looked at him, how did he know? “I . . . I did, but then HE found out . . . HE tore up my letter and told me if I ever tried to contact dad . . . HE would get angry with me and I’d never see my dad again . . . I never tried since that day.” I dropped my head.

“But surely Red was just making threats, he wouldn’t be able to do anything? . . . Would he?” Paul asked.

“He used to boast about his ‘connections’ and how he could get anything done . . . yeah I think he could!” I said.

Paul was silent again and there was a look on his face, a strange one. Then he looked around, “Alice, I want to put some more antiseptic on you.” He sat down again, “would you mind assuming the position again.”

I nearly told him where to go, but I remembered the ‘lesson’ he gave me and placed myself over his lap again. I felt a coldness on my bottom and then his hands and fingers massaging me, I even felt them on my . . . my . . . where I go to poo.

I’m sorry to say I was beginning to like the feelings that Paul was giving me, I gave a small groan as he stopped, he gently helped me to my feet and smiled at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” He said and then got up, “Lessons will start in 30 minutes, don’t be late!” He said and left the room, leaving me, blushing, and biting my lip as I watched him go.