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ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 12 ] Alice I must admit I was scared as Sharon led me to her bedroom, how was I supposed to satisfy her? I’d only played with Billie-Jo, somehow Sharon noticed this. “What’s wrong Alice, you can tell me.” Sharon gently asked. “I’m sorry Doctor Sharon, but I don’t know what to show you, I mean Pauline’s been teaching me Self-defence and giving me lessons but that isn’t what you want me for is it?” I said. Sharon sighed and held me, “Oh Alice, you really don’t understand do you? What type of slaves does Paul produce?” She asked me. I thought back to the first days that I was here; Paul had shown me a contract for the creation of a sex slave. But I was still a virgin, Oh I knew all about the sex act but, apart from giving and getting pleasure from Billie-Jo I hadn’t . . . “Billie-Jo!” I exclaimed. Sharon nodded, “Billie-Jo.” She agreed. “But . . . but she didn’t teach me anything, we just played together that’s all.” I protested. “That’s the best way to learn anything isn’t it?” Sharon said with a smile, “and following what I saw earlier today I think you’ve learnt a lot.” While she was talking Sharon had been removing her clothes and now she drew me down onto the bed with her. I found myself looking at Sharon’s full breasts and, I couldn’t help it, I had to touch them. I began by lightly stroking them watching Sharon’s face as she responded to my touch. She, in the meantime, was moving her hands down until she was touching my shaven mons. “Oh Alice, your hands are so soft.” Sharon cooed as I started to kiss and rub her breasts, feeling Sharon’s hands coaxing and teasing at my engorged clit. “Oh yes Sharon, you do know what you’re doing.” I said dreamily. Sharon giggled, “Well my dear I am a doctor you understand, I should know how these things work.” She said and, moving her fingers inside me she quickly brought me to a climax, one which was so overwhelming that everything went bright white and I passed out. - - - - - - - - - - I awoke to find Sharon smiling down at me, “What happened?” I asked her. Sharon winked, “I could give you a medical reason, or I could lie and say that I have magical powers.” I giggled at that and Sharon shook her head, “No I won’t, you have inside you a spot that increases your sexual feeling, it’s called a G-Spot, all I did was to massage that spot while rubbing your clitoris, the double assault caused your climax to overwhelm you.” She said. I was puzzled, “Why wasn’t I told about it before?” I asked her. Sharon shook her head, “Because the girls don’t really know about it, although I think Pauline does but hasn’t shown Billie-Jo. Paul is aware of such things but he’s never shown the girls where to find it. That’s going to be your job . . . later. But for now, do you know what this is?” She held up something that seemed to be a mess of straps hanging from a triangular shaped piece of leather which also had, what seemed to be, an elephant’s trunk hanging from it . . . well okay it wasn’t the same size but it still looked threatening. “No. Are you going to use it on me?” I asked her, “Because I’ve never . . .” I looked down to my moist pussy. “Oh no my darling lover, you’re going to use it on me. This is a strap-on, it allows one woman, or girl, to act the role of a man. Now stand up and let me put this on.” She directed me. I managed to get to my feet and just watched as Sharon lifted first one of my legs and then placed a looped strap over it, before doing the same with the other leg, then she brought the loops up my legs to rest snugly between my thighs. She then pulled two more straps around my waist as a belt. It felt awkward and was putting me off balance, and there was something else . . . I wriggled my hips and I could feel something rubbing on the top of my pussy. “Ah! You’ve noticed, that’s a small sybian, it’s designed to hit your clit, that’s if you use the dildo correctly. I know you’ve seen films on sex, so here’s your chance to put them into action.” Sharon said smiling. She then pushed me so that we were both lying on the bed, “How do I start this?” I asked her. She smiled, “Honey just do whatever comes naturally.” She said and started kissing me, then somehow I was lying on top of Sharon, my hips seemed to move of their own accord. After what seemed to be a few minutes of this touching and petting Sharon seemed to get agitated, “Now Alice . . . put it in me please!” She said and I felt her lifting my hips with her hands, positioning me. “Hold yourself there darling.” She asked and I did as she said, I felt her move her hands to the . . . the thing between my legs, slotting it into her pussy. “Now darling push down.” She instructed me. I did as she asked, feeling the vibrations as the dildo entered her body. She gave a sharp intake of breath and I began to panic. “Am I hurting you? Should I stop?” I asked her “NO! No don’t stop” Sharon begged me and put her hands on my ass, pulling me down so that I went deeper inside her, as I did so the thing on my clit started to move causing me to gasp with surprise. Sharon smiled at me. “Enjoy!” she said. I stopped moving and found that the thing slowed and stopped, “You’ve got to move the dildo, there’s a piston in it that converts the motion into power to turn the sybian and also cause the dildo to pump harder inside the shaft, the more you act the better the feeling will be.” Sharon explained. I can’t say I understood what she meant but I began pushing into her body again and again. I began to lose control as the rubbing on my clit became so intense that I began really moving my hips, I took no notice of what Sharon was trying to say I was only interested in my pleasure, a pleasure that came too soon as suddenly Sharon pushed up against me and then held me tight. I felt the spinning sybian almost burning my clit and I came. - - - - - - - - - - “. . .Alice, Alice child, wake up!” Sharon was calling to me, but I was so tired, so sleepy, I wanted to lie in today. I opened my eyes to see Sharon directly underneath me, “What happened?” I asked her. She brought her hand up to ruffle my hair, “You fell asleep that’s all Alice, but I’m not really built to be a mattress, and you’re not really all that light you know.” She was smiling as she said that so I knew she wasn’t serious. I tried to pull myself up but I was stopped by a tugging on my hips. “Alice, slide down before pulling up, much as I like some things I don’t want my pussy ripped apart.” Sharon said as she rested her hands on my back. “Oh! Sorry.” I said and pulled the dildo from her body before starting to rise. Sharon untied the set from my body and then held the dildo in front of my face, “Alright Alice, now clean this off, but don’t use your hands.” Inside me a voice was saying ‘ “Hey slow down, I know you want to get this over with quickly but there’s no need to try to choke yourself in the process.” Sharon said laughing. “But I didn’t! I just liked it so much.” I said and then I pushed her onto the bed and placed my head between her thighs, sucking and licking at her pussy in my efforts to clean and taste Sharon again. “Oh my, you are the insatiable one aren’t you?” Sharon said as she felt my tongue probing her depths. Of course I didn’t answer her as I was too busy. Sharon was soon moving her hips as I found my nose brushing her engorged clit. I began to laugh as I had visions of her clit entering my nostrils. Somehow my laughter communicated itself along Sharon’s body, triggering off her climax and I was soon drinking her sweet juices again. I kept on until Sharon moved her hands down to stop me, “Oh no, no more Alice, I don’t think I can stand anymore . . . lets just stop for now and have a shower.” She said pulling me away from her as she did so. “Can’t I just stay here?” I begged her. “No Alice, I’m too worn out for you to do that. But I’m happy to say that there is little I can teach you about this it seems.” Sharon said hugging me. “But you were going to teach me about that T-spot thing?” I protested. “The G-Spot you mean?” Sharon said and I nodded my head, “My dear we’ve got all night to cover that!” She said laughing and walked me to the shower. That night I didn’t sleep too much . . . but I certainly found out everything I needed! I was awoken by two things that next morning, the sunlight shining through the bedroom window - I hadn’t seen the sun for over a month! - And the sound of a girl speaking, no reading, it was a story I knew . . . then I opened my eyes. That was my voice! My movements must have disturbed Sharon, whose bed I was in, as she pressed a key and the voice stopped. “Good morning Alice, and how are you?” She asked. “Pull oight eyed dink!” I said as my tongue was hurting me. Sharon nodded in amused concern, “I’m sorry about that but you were the one who insisted on using that on me last night. Don’t worry, if you just move it around a bit you’ll soon be back to normal.” She kissed my head and then press another button and my voice sounded from somewhere in the room again. I listened as Bella managed to convince her friend, Julia, to take her place, only for the girl to be deflowered by her own father! And the subsequent farce as both Father Ambrose and Bella’s uncle, Verbouc, took turns on the poor girl. – I watched as Sharon closed her eyes and started moving her hands on her body, I gently reached to her and pushed my fingers into her pussy, searching for the rough piece of skin just inside the top, and then massaging it as I learnt to earlier that night. “Oh Alice, yes, yes, yes!” Sharon exclaimed as she came! I watched my older, but still lovely, bed-partner as she came down from her climax; she looked at me and smiled, “You did learn a lot didn’t you?” She said and then added, “But for the moment I think you’d better have a shower and then see what you can do in the kitchen.” There was a slight alteration in her tone which I took to mean that she was giving an order rather than a suggestion. I smiled at her to show that I understood, “Yes mistress.” (At least my tongue was working now) I said and got out of the bed; I gave a small bow to my Mistress and turned to walk out of the room, but gave a yelp as Sharon had managed to reach over to swat my ass. - - - - - - - - - - Following Sharon’s orders I washed and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast, in the kitchen, however, I found Pauline was already there. She was wearing a frilly apron and nothing else, I gave a small laugh, and she turned around. “Oh, it’s you. Is Sharon still alive?” She asked me. I groaned, “She is, but I’m not sure about me!” I said hearing Pauline laugh at that, “What can I do to help you?” I asked her. “While I’m dressed I’d better do the bacon, sausages and eggs, so can you do the toast for me?” Pauline asked, I noticed she seemed different in her attitude to me, I didn’t understand why and so I asked her. She smiled, “It’s simple, while I was teaching you I had to be in control, so I had to sound and be harsh with you, but now we’ve got past that stage I can be myself!” She gave me a quick hug. I responded to her but was quickly turned around to the table, “Cut the bread and then toast it!” She instructed me – I noticed that there wasn’t any sliced bread, just a large loaf and a bread knife, Pauline talked me thought cutting the bread into the right size slices for the toaster. I checked the coffee was ready and that there was also cold orange juice available in a jug for those who wanted it (mainly Pauline, Billie-Jo and myself). I turned to Pauline, “Shall we take this to them or make them come here?” I asked her. She smiled and went to a cupboard and took out three tray affairs, these had folded legs on them to allow them to be rested on a surface to provide support for whatever was placed on them. “You take these and carry the toast and drink on the top one, I’ll bring the plates.” She told me. I couldn’t see how she was going to be able to carry the five plates up the stairs but her attitude told me that she had it covered. I found out how well covered it was when, as I was about to climb the stairs up to the bedrooms Pauline stopped me. “Hold on Alice, you’re going to over-balance like that.” She said. “Well how else can I get this upstairs?” I asked her, she gave an infuriating smile and then turned to the wall. There was a panelled area which I had ignored as just decorations, but at the press of a concealed button it opened up to show three shelves, Pauline placed her dishes on the first two shelves and then stood by to allow me to load the bottom shelf. She then pressed a button inside the contraption and stood back as the door closed, “Race you upstairs!” she said and took off laughing. I followed her trying to tag her back as she dodged my arms. As we got to the top of the stairs Pauline turned around and faced me. “Slave Alice, why are you running on the stairs?” She asked me seriously. Somehow I stopped and I lowered my head, “I’m sorry Mistress Pauline, but I was just following you.” I said uncertain why I was reacting as I was, but it seemed natural to respond like that. “Alice? Alice look at me.” Pauline asked gently, I raised my head. “I’m sorry Alice that was nasty of me.” She had tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong Pauline?” I asked her and ran up the last few steps to hold her, “Please tell me, I’ll try to make it better.” I told her as I hugged her. “I was told by Master to make sure that you weren’t trying to fool us; that you were really into your new life.” She said but that didn’t explain what was wrong. I didn’t speak but just held her, she kissed my cheek. “You are really one of us sister.” She said. “I agree.” The voice of my Master said from his bedroom door. “Well done Alice, you obeyed perfectly.” He said. “Now can we have breakfast?” He said smiling. I went with Pauline to where the lift would be. She pressed another concealed button and the doors opened, we retrieved our burdens and, with Pauline leading the way, we went into the Master Bedroom. In the bed was Billie-Jo who looked dishevelled but happy. Pauline directed me to place a tray where Billie-Jo was seated and then another for Master. In some kind of magicians’ movement she managed to place two plates onto Billie-Jo’s tray along with two glasses which she took from my pile. She placed a cup of coffee on Master’s tray and then turned to leave the room. I followed her to where Sharon was seated listening to the CD again, she looked up as we entered, “Oh good. Where do you want me?” She asked. “You look good enough where you are.” Pauline said with a smile and directed me to place a tray over Sharon’s legs; on this tray she placed the last two plates and a cup of coffee and a glass for orange juice. “Enjoy!” She said and left the room. - - - - - - - - - - “This is very good you know, how much did you do of it?” Sharon asked me. “I only did the toast and the orange juice.” I said slightly despondent. “Well the toast is nicely done as well.” She said smiling which made me laugh. “So Alice, what’s going to happen today?” She asked me. I didn’t have to think about it. “Well, I’ll have to go downstairs for my exercises. After that I’ll have self defence lessons with Pauline. After lunch I’ll have school work to do then it’s dinner time, after that I’ve got my book to read for an hour before bedtime.” I told her. “Don’t you mind having to do the same thing every day?” Sharon asked me sounding interested. “Not really, at least I know what’s happening each day, in some way it’s very reassuring, I have something solid to depend on.” I said. “So you find this structured routine comforting. Is that it?” She asked me. “I suppose so. I mean it’s not as if I’ve got control over my life anymore.” I said, putting it into words makes it seem so dull, but it works. Sharon nodded but didn’t comment and so we completed our breakfast in silence. - - - - - - - - - - After we’d finished Sharon turned on the player again and I listened to my voice again. It was slightly embarrassing and I could feel my face going red as Sharon watched me closely. “You do know that you have a very good voice for reading. I wonder where I can get a copy of this?” Sharon said. “You can have this one.” I said wanting to get rid of it as quickly as possible. But Sharon shook her head, “No Alice, that is your own copy, you should keep it!” She said and completely refused to take it. In order to stop listening I decided to take out the dirty plates and placed them on the tray and then carried them out to the lift. I found the hidden button and the door opened, I put the tray inside. I then went to the Master Paul’s bedroom, the plates were clear of food but Master Paul was busy, I could only see his back as his buttocks moved in a rhythmic motion. The girl beneath him, Pauline, looked at me with a smile on her lips. Billie-Jo was seated away from them with a wistful look on her face. I quickly picked up the trays from where they lay on the floor and carried them out to the lift. Billie-Jo nodded to me as I left the room. I found there were three buttons inside the lift, after thinking about it I pressed the middle button and quickly withdrew my hand. The doors closed and I walked down the stairs. I collected the trays and took them to the kitchen where I washed the plates, cups and glasses, before putting them away. I now had nothing to do, but I didn’t like this and so I went down to the basement, I wasn’t certain if this was allowed but I found out the tape that Pauline used and put it into the video player, I then turned on the television and began to move with the person on the screen. I’m not sure how long I’d been exercising, but once, when I was doing the arm swings, I saw Pauline just behind me matching my movements. All too soon, or so it seemed, the tape ended. I placed my hands on my knees and breathed deeply to recover myself. “That was excellent Alice; may I ask how long you were working out for?” Master Paul asked me. I shook my head, “I’m sorry master, I don’t know. All I did was to follow the tape’s instructions, but I don’t remember the last few exercises though.” I said still breathing hard. “That’s because I’ve never let you do them before, I thought they were too advanced for you.” Pauline said, she was breathing hard as well! “Well I wouldn’t like to have done all that!” Sharon said – she was massaging Billie-Jo’s leg as she spoke. “No that was an excellent show, and thank you for doing the washing up . . . you could have used the dishwasher you know.” Master Paul said, and I noticed he was undressing as he did so. “I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to, master and so I did it by hand. I hope I didn’t leave too much of a mess?” I said knowing I had tidied up the kitchen after me. “Stop fishing for complements young lady, now have you rested enough?” Master Paul asked me, he had undressed completely but was now putting on a strange device around his cock and balls. “Yes Master.” And I turned and bowed to Pauline as I had been taught. “No Alice, you’re too used to Pauline by now, there is a new opponent for you to face.” Master Paul said. As I turned to face him he bowed to me, I automatically bowed back. “Don’t hold back Alice, I want you to really attack and defend yourself.” He said while Pauline pulled the mats into the centre of the room. “But what if I hurt you master?” I asked him. “Then I deserve to be hurt Alice. Shall we start?” Master said and indicated the mat, I walked past him only to find he had wrapped his arms around my neck. He was trying to strangle me! I instinctively drove my elbow into his stomach, hearing his breath explode from his lungs as I did so, he relaxed his hold slightly which allowed me to grab hold of his hand, pulling on the little finger, twisting it, bringing his arm away from me. Pauline’s voice came to me, “That’s right Alice, the little finger is the most vulnerable and easiest to break!” I grabbed hold of his wrist and bent forward suddenly, bring Master over my back and onto the mat. As he landed I brought my hand down onto his sternum to knock the wind from him – I didn’t even pause to think, but as my hand came down I looked into my Master’s eyes and hesitated. Master brought his hands up and grabbed hold of my arm, he twisted round, pulling me down onto the ground, he managed to end up sitting on me, he leered at me, “Quite good, but just imagine I was Red. Would he hold back? Now don’t play around Slave Alice. Defend yourself!” Master Paul said. It was as if a veil had been pulled from my eyes. It was Red’s fault that my family had been broken and destroyed, he’d taken away my father, changed my mother and brought me to this! I managed to free my arm and made the only move possible. I drove my fist into his crotch! It wasn’t a legal move, and if this had been a competition I would have been disqualified. Master Paul rolled off of me and went into a ball, I got up and went to check on him but his arms moved out to grab me again, I jumped back, away from his reach. “But you should be in agony?” I said surprised. “That’s what a box and atletic support’s supposed to do, now no holding back!” Paul told me and there was a strange look on his face, a look that I’d seen in Red’s eyes. Somehow I knew that this wasn’t Paul . . . it was someone else! - - - - - - - - - - I looked at Pauline, trying to get her to notice what I had seen, but she was talking to Sharon and shaking her head, I felt sure she’d also seen what I had. “Well . . . come on bitch, try to beat me!” Not Paul said and lashed out with his fist, it wasn’t pulled and it wasn’t a karate move it was a savage move. I just managed to move out of its way and kicked Paul hard behind the knee, forcing him down onto one leg. He had the advantage of size and weight, an advantage I had to change – don’t tell me that size doesn’t matter, it does! Not Paul kicked out with his feet, but I jumped back and delivered a kick of my own again to the back of his knee. “Why you little cow!” He said and got to his feet, favouring his leg as its muscles protested. “I might be little, and I might be female, but never . . .” I kicked him again, hitting the same leg, “. . . ever . . .” This time as he dropped to the ground I got to his neck and scissored my legs around it, squeezing and choking him. “Call me cow!” I kept up the pressure, feeling his weakening struggles as he tried to gain his breath, I knew I was killing my master, but I had to stop him. Pauline had already told me that the thighs had the strongest muscles in the human body, I was just proving this. Finally Master stopped struggling and I released my hold, I moved my hand to his throat and tried to find a pulse . . . nothing. I looked to Sharon and screamed out. “I’ve killed my Master!” |