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ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 10 ] Alice Master Paul has been away for nearly four weeks now, and when I try to talk about him Pauline doesn’t say anything, but she tells me that the work I’m studying is set by him and should be done as if he was here. I must admit I am learning a lot, more than I would expect to learn in school. My day has been set up like this, I have exercises and defence training in the morning, then after lunch, I have to study – normally History, Mathematics, English and special projects (again normally historical but English History mainly, although I have studied some aspects of medicine and healing – I wanted to care for Billie-Jo while she was in a cast.) To be honest I like living here, oh yes I do earn punishments and it really hurts! Pauline changes what she hits me with, for example last week during the self defence class I laughed out loud when she was telling me about a strike that would render a person unconscious. ---- When I came to Pauline had me in some sort of framework, how I got into it I’m still not sure, but there I was in a large circular frame with my arms and legs stretched out in a cross shape. Billie-Jo was in front of me in a wheel-chair; Pauline pushed her closer to me so that I could feel her hot breath on my pussy. Billie-Jo’s arms were then fastened behind her back so that she couldn’t move the chair with her arms. Pauline then stood before me smiling, “Slave Alice, you have earned demerits today, however you have also been rewarded with some stars for your school work and understanding of self defence. This has allowed you the right to receive pleasure while experiencing pain. This is why Billie-Jo is here now; she is to work on your pussy while I work on your ass.” She moved behind me. “Billie-Jo, now!” She said. I felt Billie-Jo’s tongue on my pussy, this was something I’d been getting used to over the past few weeks, I gave myself up to the feelings. ‘WHACK’ I felt a blow on my ass and screamed out with the pain, I’d already learnt that it didn’t matter if I tried to hold my tears back or not, I’d still get hit and then I had to count each blow. “One . . . th . . . thank you mistress Pauline.” Billie-Jo redoubled her efforts and was making me so wet and then ‘WHACK’ “Oh Shit! That hurt! . . . Two, thank you Mistress Pauline.” I said. “Yes, I did want to break in this flogger!” Pauline said from behind me, “The fingers have alternate holes and studs in them. How does it feel?” She asked me and I could hear that dammed smile in her voice. “It feels like you’re cutting my ass up! I’m sure I’m bleeding, I can feel . . .” ‘WHACK’ “. . . Ssshhhiiiittttt! Three, thank you Mistress Pauline.” I managed to say. “You know, you’re improving Slave Alice, only a couple of weeks ago you’d be moaning about your bottom or some other baby word for it, how’s your pussy now?” Pauline said. “It’s soaking wet, Billie-Jo is bringing me off nicelyyyyyyyyyy!” I had to extend the last word as ‘WHACK’ the flogger landed again. “Four . . . Thank you Mistress Pauline, but I was so close.” “Oh I know Slave Alice, now I want you to tell me when you’re cumming, and just to be generous I won’t mind if you miss the count. “You’re so kind mistress!” I said sarcastically. “Don’t tempt me Slave Alice!” Pauline said while tapping my ass with the flogger. “Sorry Mistress Pauline.” I said. “That’s better, carry on Billie-Jo.” Pauline said but there was a hint of laugher in her voice. “Oh yes, that feels nice Billie-Jo. Touch me there again, yes there, there! Oh yes, I love you Billie-Jo you know how to touch me, taste me, oh yes, yes.” I could feel my pussy starting to really leak as Billie-Jo expertly brought me off. “Yes, now, now, Nnnnooooowwww!” ‘WHACK’ Pauline had timed her blow exactly as my orgasm struck me the added pain pushed me right over and . . . I blacked out. ---- When I had recovered I was lying on the bed, attached to the head-board by cuff and with my feet restrained to the footboard. All I could see was the mattress of the bed beneath me; the pillows were arranged around my head to support me. My slight movement brought Billie-Jo over to me, “Hello lover, how are you feeling now?” She asked me. I turned my head to face “I’m aching!” I complained. “I’m not surprised, she marked you nicely with that flogger of hers, but don’t worry she didn’t cut you.” Billie-Jo said. I frowned, “But I could have sworn I felt something running down my ass.” I said. Billie-Jo laughed, “Pauline had a bottle of oil that she squirted onto your bum, and she says it was part of the effect.” She told me. “You . . . you mean I’m not bleeding? But when you were hit there were deep groves, I was sure that I was going to end up like that!” I said. Billie-Jo shook her head, “That was different, and Pauline does knows how to use that flogger.” She said – I wondered how she knew that but then realised that she would have seen the results on me! Then Pauline must have seen Billie-Jo because she came over, “So has our slave finally come round? Or is that cum round?” She said and then she must have touched my ass, “You know it really does feel hot but it’s so smooth.” “You’re not lying to me are you?” I asked her. “Slave Alice are you asking for a demerit?” Pauline said. “No Mistress Pauline, I’m just scared that I was bleeding.” I said and then I felt a pair of lips as she kissed one of my ass-cheeks. “Darling Slave your ass is unmarked apart from some slight blemishes which will fade in a few hours. You should understand that as a Slave a punishment is supposed to not only hurt but to convey a lesson, there is no excuse for treating a slave so badly that you might permanently damage her.” Pauline said. “As Master Paul did with Billie-Jo?” I asked. I heard a deep breath from both Billie-Jo and Pauline, when she next spoke Pauline was almost icy-cold. “Slave Alice, what Master Paul did or didn’t do to any of us is not your concern; he wasn’t feeling well and is recovering at the moment. For now you will be taught by u. . . me until Master Paul decides to return.” It was then that I realised that I had upset her. “I’m sorry Mistress Pauline; I didn’t know you love him so much.” I said. “I . . . I didn’t either.” Pauline said after a few minutes before she left us. ---- I was left in that position until lunch time, when Pauline released first my legs and then my arms. The first thing I did was to touch my ass, just to make sure that everything was alright. Pauline just sniggered as I did that. “Don’t worry, your ass is safe.” She said, “It all takes a flick of the wrist.” And helped me to the table where our beef burgers were ready. “Can’t we have anything else?” I asked her. She seemed to think about this, “Well what would you want? I make beef burgers because I’m good at them.” Pauline said finally. “I’m not knocking the burgers, they’re nice and filling, but couldn’t we have a change.” I said noticing that Pauline was listening to me. “Slave Alice are you complaining of your rations?” She asked with a slight smile on her face. “Of course not Mistress Pauline, I could help you if you require it.” I said noticing that Billie-Jo was also smiling. Pauline placed her hands on her hips. “I know what you’re trying to do Slave Alice, you want to get upstairs again to see if Master Paul is there, are you thinking about sucking his cock?” “No way! Why should I want to do that?” I asked her which caused Billie-Jo to laugh out loud. Pauline shook her head at Billie-Jo, “I blame you for this Slave Billie-Jo, when that cast comes off I hope your going to be ready for the punishment! Slave Alice you have no choice in who you satisfy sexually you may be called on to suck off a master’s cock and you’ll have to do it! Now I’ll consider your offer but for now we’re going to eat this . . . wonderful feast I’ve created!” And then she ruined the effect by laughing. ---- Pauline gave me a project to work on during that day – ‘How Slavery is still strong in America’ – and then told me to get on with it. The first thing I found was on the British BBC site about a World Slavery day, celebrating the abolition of Slavery. Then I looked for the Constitution of the United States. In which I found out that the 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments – the ones that stopped Slavery in the United States – didn’t appear until nearly 100 years after the States were created, and that was because the North won the Civil war. If the South had won then everyone would own slaves! But then I considered my place, I’d been taken with Billie-Jo and told that we were now both slaves, but that was against the Constitution! Then Pauline came by and told me to read about the Slave trade and suggested I looked at Encarta, where I found and entry for the Atlantic slave trade. I won’t give the full project here, but I will give an excerpt. The major cause of the Atlantic slave trade had its roots in the eleventh century when the original slaves used came mainly from Slavic people - and that was the root for the word Slave, these people were made to work on plantations in the Mediterranean area, this was before the plantations spread to Spain and Portugal in the 14th Century. It was when the Portuguese discovered the Atlantic islands in the 15th Century, bringing plantations and sugar there, the nearest labour force was on the western coast of Africa, however since they had been involved in slavery since 3,000 B.C. they were already organised and put up more of a fight than the Europeans were expecting. Finally the Europeans found that they had to bargain for slaves which started a small triangle of trade, commodities to the African slavers, slaves to the plantations and finally sugar to the ports of Portugal and Spain who provided commodities. With the discovery of the new world a new area of planting was discovered, the first people taken for slavery were native Americans, who escaped and returned to their villages after living off the land. Using prisoners from European jails was also a failure as they could escape and mingle in with the new arrivals in the islands, the only answer was to use slaves from Africa, they could not mingle with the Europeans – the only place they could come from was the plantation! They also did not know how to live in the new land and so were the perfect answer to the problem. There was a down side to this new world, the slave had no immunisation to the diseases in the land and due to the conditions in which they lived and works were quickly sick and, in most cases, died. Those who recovered became the source of new, young, slaves who had some protection against the diseases (remembering that the immunisation process was unknown at that time). By the 1780’s the average number of Africans being transported to the Americas, per year, was 80,000. The ratio of men to women was 2 to 1, and one in ten slaves was under 10 years of age – Woman slaves were held in Africa as agriculture workers and for child-breeding – On the plantations the slaves were worked hard for long hours – normally dawn to dusk. In some places young girls and women were used as housemaids, or as sexual objects for the master and his men, offspring of these forced matings were still regarded as slaves and used as such. The need for sugar was soon changed for that of cotton and tobacco and also the demands of the trade altered – It’s interesting to note that in Peru and Mexico slaves were also used in mining. Then in the late 18th century the world became more interested in Industrial than Agricultural, also the import of slaves from Africa started to decline as plantations started to breed their own slaves which were adding to the population. Also in Europe the anti-slavery movement was gaining strength. Britain outlawed the Slave trade in 1807, this was followed by the United States in 1808, the Netherlands in 1814, France in 1815 and Spain in 1820. The British, in an effort to show their dedication to the cause, and because they had a more powerful fleet, began enforcing the law on the high seas. But the transportation of slaves across the Atlantic did not end until 1888 when Cuba finally outlawed slavery – the last of the American islands to do so. Due to the information given here, that slavery was abolished in 1808 here in America what is being done to me here is completely illegal and as such I don’t believe I need to respond to the name Slave Alice any more. I am Alice! And with that final paragraph I put my pen down and waited for Pauline to read what I had written. ---- Pauline read the pages and put the last one down. “Not too bad Slave Alice, although technically correct, you have failed to do enough research. She went to the computer and navigated back to the BBC site. She brought up the page I had started from and then to the news report. She scrolled down the page to where there was a map with 10 places highlighted on it. She then showed me a key to the map.
U.S – Estimated that 20,000 people trafficked into the US annually – most for prostitution. She turned to me, “So you see Slave Alice.” She paused after saying that, “although slavery is outlawed it is still going on and you are an example of this. Remember where there is a demand there will always be a supply; you are a product for supply. If you regret this then please consider your future life if Red was able to take you as he wanted to!” She smiled at me, “now for your work I will award you with a star. But for your inattention to the research you will also receive two demerits, for your written refusal of your status one demerit. This brings your total to three stars but four demerits; will you take your punishment now or after dinner?” Pauline asked me. “If I’m given the choice Mistress Pauline, I’d prefer it now.” I said accepting my position and my punishment. “Very good! Now you are going to the bathroom area. I have a very painful punishment for you, but it’s for something you might like . . . there again you might not!” she said taking my hand and pulling me up from my desk. ---- We approached the bathroom area where I saw two large bags were prepared, pipes were leading from the bags and they were folded over and clipped off. I turned to Pauline, “You had this ready! You were going to do this to me whether I’d got any demerits or not!” I accused her. She smiled and nodded, “That’s correct Slave Alice, are you going to allow me to continue or are you going to fight me?” She took up a stance that I recognised, her feet slightly parted and she was standing on the balls of her feet. I stepped back with my hands raised, palms open, not threatening. I was also smiling now, “Oh no, I know how you fight, I wouldn’t last a minute!” I said. “What if I kept one hand behind my back?” Pauline said as she did so. I went down onto my knees, “Mistress Pauline, you’d never say that if there was a chance I could beat you! I am a slave, I will do as you say!” and then I bowed my head forward; I had really accepted that this young girl, even younger than I was, was my superior. My Mistress. I didn’t see her smile, but I really heard it in her voice, Slave Alice remain in that position, but raise you ass!” I did as she asked me, but then I had to ask her, “Mistress Pauline? May I ask what you are going to do to me?” “Have you ever had an enema before Slave Alice?” Pauline asked me. “Enema? No, I’ve heard of them but I’ve never had one done to me before. Why do I need one?” I must admit I was feeling apprehensive. “I want you completely clean inside and that is why you’re going to have two of these, one after the other. Now relax your body.” Pauline ordered as she went behind me, then I felt her kissing my ass cheeks before she started to touch my ass, it felt like she was pushing something up inside me. “Oww!” I said as whatever it was entered me. “Slave Alice you’re lucky I’m using this lube on my finger . . . some masters like to do this dry, just think about that, also imagine how red would have done this, would he prepare you or just stick his cock into you.” I didn’t need to think, I’d already heard Red as he pushed himself into my mum, hurting her as he did so. I tried to relax some more to allow Pauline to do as she wanted. “Very good Slave Alice, now here goes the nozzle, stay relaxed, it has a flange to stop it from falling out and I’ve got to get it passes your bum-hole.” Pauline said and quickly removed her finger, replacing it with a solid plastic . . . thing. I know I grunted as the thing was inserted but it didn’t really feel so bad but it was the reaction on Billie-Jo’s face that I tried to avoid, what would she think of me just accepting this. “Send Billie-Jo away, please, Mistress Pauline.” I began to beg. But it only seemed to give Pauline ideas, “Billie-Jo come over here.” She ordered and I could hear the squeak of the wheels of Billie-Jo’s wheelchair as she approached. “Hold Slave Alice’s head up while I start the water.” She told Billie-Jo. “Raise your upper body Slave Alice grab hold of Billie-Jo’s hands and look her in the face.” Pauline ordered me. I obeyed her and found that my view of Billie-Jo was blurred as tears were coming into my eyes. “I think you’re being very brave Alice.” Billie-Jo said as she smiled at me and then I felt liquid starting to pour into me. “Oh that’s weird!” I said and shifted my hips to try to . . . do something at least. “Hold on Alice, from what I’ve read it’s going to hurt soon, you’ll feel cramps as the water starts to fill you up. Hold on tight to me Alice . . . Alice . . . kiss me?” Billie-Jo asked as she moved her face towards me. “Bu . . . Billie-Jo,” I started to say but she kissed my lips and then I felt the water seeming to push inside me and my body reacted with the pain. “mmmhhppff!” my scream was muffled by Billie-Jo’s mouth and she held onto my hands, stopping me from struggling. “Oh it hurts, can’t you stop it please, please.” I began to beg Pauline. She gently touched my hips, stroking them as she spoke, “Slave Alice, this was supposed to be a punishment, now just a little bit more to go.” She said softly. “But I’m sorry Mistress Paulinnnnnneeeeee!” I said as another cramp started to hit me. I looked down at my stomach which seemed to be larger than I’d ever seen it before. Billie-Jo still kept hold of my hands as I tried to reach behind me to pull out that damned nozzle. “I love you.” Billie-Jo said to me as she pulled me closer to her. I couldn’t speak any more my mind was still focusing on the weight of water that was now sloshing around in my body. Finally I felt Pauline move behind me and then she quickly spoke, “Now hold that in while I just insert a plug.” Plug?? Why couldn’t I just get rid of this stuff! “But I can’t just leave. . .” I began to say but she was already pulling the nozzle from me, and before I could react she had inserted something else, she reappeared into my view shaking a wet hand. “You didn’t hold it in very well, but I’m not worried about that, you won’t like the next part though.” She said and took my hands from Billie-Jo and started to make my rise to my feet. “Oh shit, no, no it’s too much.” I protested but Pauline was merciless in her actions. “Slave Pauline, it’s not enough to put that water inside you . . . you have to agitate your body to dislodge all the bits inside you.” She paused and smiled, “Did you know there are rich people in beauty clinics that pay for this treatment.” She asked me. “They can change places with me . . . I’d keep the money!” I said grimacing at the pain I was feeling. “No way, you’re here with us! Now what I want you to do is to run around the basement three times, and then jump on the spot for five times.” Pauline said smiling at me. “I . . . I can’t do that! It would kill me!” I said clutching at my stomach. Pauline shook her head, “No, it would make you wish you were dead, but you’ll survive. But if you want I can help you with a dog-whip?” She said. I didn’t answer but started to walk to the wall. “No Slave Alice, run there and then run again!” She said I felt so heavy and the water was churning inside me as I started putting one foot in front of the other. I started crying with the pain as I picked up speed trying to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible. I could see Pauline talking to Billie-Jo as they both watched me hobble around the room, then Pauline walked to the door and left the room. ---- I kept on going knowing that somehow Pauline would know if I had stopped, I managed to wave to Billie-Jo as I passed her, “Keep going Alice, and remember I love you!” She called out. I think it was that which also made up my mind to carry on, I gritted my teeth and concentrated on running and not the pain of the water I was carrying. In fact I was concentrating so hard that I didn’t notice Pauline return to the room, nor the person who accompanied her. I went pass Billie-Jo again and realised that I only had one more lap to do, and then I remembered I had five jumps to do . . . that was going to kill me. My last lap was almost too much for me and as I went pass Billie-Jo again I tried to think . . . I was supposed to do something, wasn’t I? “Slave Alice, come back here!” Pauline ordered me and it seemed to penetrate my cloudy mind as I turned around and ran to her. I stopped and looked up. Doctor Sharon was standing in front of me! “Good afternoon Slave Alice.” She said, I knew that by using the name Slave Alice she was now my Mistress. “Go. . .good afternoon . . . Mistress . . . Sharon.” I managed to gasp out as the water tried to keep moving inside my body. Pauline held my hands and turned me to face her, “Slave Alice . . . Alice, jump for me sweetheart, jump for me!” Her words slowly came to my ears. I raised my head to look at her; I could see her eyes had tears in them. “Mistress Pauline? Did you . . . call me . . . sweetheart? Why?” I asked and then found that myself bending my knees, I went up onto my tiptoes, I couldn’t really jump but it was enough to move that mass of water in a new way. “Slave Alice, put more power into it!” Pauline ordered while Doctor Sharon – how had she become Doctor again? – was checking Billie-Jo. This time my feet left the ground, but I suddenly found it hard to breathe as the water forced my insides to push up as well. ‘Only three more to go’ I thought to myself. At Pauline’s urging I managed another two ‘jumps’ before I collapsed to my knees. “Pauline . . . that’s enough for her. Take her to the toilet and let her empty herself out.” Doctor - or was it Mistress again - Sharon said. Where I expected Pauline to argue with Sharon she didn’t, but simply said, “Yes Mistress.” And began gently pulling me to the toilet. I was able to waddle after her focusing on ridding myself of this dammed liquid. Pauline sat me on the toilet and then made me bend forward. Then she reached behind me and gave something a quick tug . . . it was as if the floodgates opened, the liquid virtually gushed out of my bottom, but it also started to give me more cramps. I tried to raise my body upright, but it just wouldn’t go that way. Finally it stopped and I relaxed. But Pauline wasn’t satisfied, she told me to bear down as if going again, when I did some more liquid came out of me. Every time I moved slightly leaked! Or so it seemed. Finally I was no longer leaking! And my head was clearer. I looked to the place where the second bottle was hung up. I took a deep breath and got off the toilet, after wiping myself first of course, I slowly walked towards the dreaded bottle. This time I was stopped by Doctor Sharon, “Alice I need you to help me with Billie-Jo.” She said walking towards the wheelchair. I turned to her, “I’m sorry Doctor Sharon, but Mistress Pauline has ordered that I have another of those enemas, it is part of my punishment.” I said to her. Doctor Sharon paused and looked at Pauline who nodded. “I see, but Pauline is subservient to me when I am acting as Mistress Sharon!” I bit my lip and looked at Pauline who was nodding her head in agreement. “I’m sorry Mistress Sharon. I am Slave Alice and I am at you bidding.” I said bowing to her. “You do understand what you are saying, Slave Alice?” She asked me while looking closely at my face. “Of course Mistress Sharon, Mistress Pauline made me see what type of life I would have with my step-father, at least here I’m aware of why I’m being punished and that Mistress Pauline really loves me!” I glanced at Pauline, surprised to see her nodding her head and that she had tears in her eyes. Mistress Sharon had soon the direction of my eyes and she also saw Pauline’s reacting to my words. She smiled at Pauline. “Slave Pauline, greet Slave Alice as she should be greeted.” She ordered. Pauline came to me and kissed me on my cheeks and lips. “Welcome Sister, I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you. Forgive me?” She said and I felt her tears mingling with mine as I whispered into her ear, ‘always sister!’ and I kissed her back on her cheeks and lips. Mistress Sharon then took our hands. “Now slaves I think you should also greet your other sister.” I wondered what she meant when she said that I didn’t know who she meant. “It is time to reveal yourself . . . Billie-Jo!” |