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ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 15 ] Paul The sound of a girl crying woke me up, I flexed my legs and, finding they could move, got out of the bed and padded over to the source. Tracy was curled into a ball and shaking. “Tracy! Tracy, it’s okay, you’re safe, he can’t hurt you again,” I said to her. She sighed and seemed to calm down, straightening out in her sleep. A nurse entered the room, “And what are you doing out of bed sir?” She asked in an authoritative voice. “Just settling Tracy, she was reliving a nightmare,” I said aware of the length and open back of my hospital gown, “since I’m awake is it possible I could have my clothing?” I asked. “I’m sorry sir, but the plane you came in on had a problem and you nearly suffocated due to lack of oxygen, the doctor will . . .” She began, what I assumed was, a practised speech, but I stopped her. “You’re not still working on that routine still? Can you contact Doctor Elizabeth? Either Little Cat or Su will be able to identify me, or if you wish Commander Evans and Mavis will be able to do the same.” The look on her face was a surprise, fear! What had I said to cause that? The nurse turned and ran from the room. After a few minutes another, older, nurse entered. “And just why did you frighten my staff Mr. Purple?” She asked me. “I’m sorry; I asked for my clothes, only to be met with the decompression excuse, I take it she wasn’t informed about me?” I said. She shook her head, “No, she was relieving on the monitors, most of the patients here are new arrivals, she obviously thought you were one of them, and when you mention Mavis . . . well lets just say that young lady has bad dealing with Sergeant Mavis Evans before.” She said looking serious. “I’m sorry, look can you get me a robe or something and I’ll apologise to her.” I said. The nurse looked at me, “You’re serious!” She said disbelievingly and left the room, only to reappear holding a sealed bag; she opened it and produced a new robe which she handed to me. “Thank you now where is the scared girl, and what’s her name?” I asked. “She’s in the rest-room, and her name’s Susanna,” I was told and we walked to the appropriate door, the sign on the door said ‘Women’. “Is there anyone else in there?” I asked. “Just a couple of her friends, they saw her come out of your room and dash into here, they went to see what was wrong.” I was told. I knocked at the door, “It’s Paul Purple. Can I come in?” I called through the door. I heard a whispered conversation and then a strange voice said, “Err . . . okay.” I entered to find Susanna crying sitting on a chair with her two friends either side of her, both looked daggers at me. “What do you want?” Said one, and “Haven’t you done enough damage?” The second one said, she was the one who invited me in. I ignored them both and went to Susanna; I placed my hand under her chin and raised her head to look at me. “Hey Purple, can’t you leave her alone? You’ve already messed her mind up!” The second girl said, her name tag said ‘Mary Wilson’ I turned to look at her and concentrated, “Mary! Just sit there and be quiet!” I ordered her, she closed her mouth and sat on the floor. I turned my attention to Susanna, her eyes were wide open, scared. “Susanna? It’s alright; I’m not going to hurt you.” I said “So why are you here?” The first girl said, her badge said ‘Cynthia Harris’ “As Cynthia has asked why am I here. I came to apologise to you Susanna, I didn’t know I would scare you as I did, it’s just that I had to check on the treatment for Tracy, as she had been raped in front of her parents who were later killed by Tracy’s rapist. So I was rather preoccupied and didn’t think.” I said. “T . . . that young girl! How . . . how awful!” Susanna said her face showing compassion, which was why she was working here, “I . . . I’m sorry sir, but when you mentioned Mavis, I . . . I just lost it. It was wrong of me!” She said. I looked directly into her eyes and concentrated, “Susanna. Whatever happened in the past should be remembered and used, but it should never, ever, become a straight-jacket to stop you from working, move on and accept it!” I said seeing her eyes glaze over as I began speaking and then clearing as her mind accepted my words. “I . . . have . . . to . . . let . . . it . . . pass.” She said and blinked, “I’ve been really stupid, haven’t I?” She said with a faint smile on her face. I shook my head, “No Susanna, sometimes we just have to get a nudge that pushes us on.” I got up to leave, but then saw Mary just watching me, a mute plea in her eyes, “Sorry Mary, why don’t you get back to normal!” I ordered her; she got to her feet with fear in her eyes. “What did you do to me? I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.” She asked carefully. “It’s something I’ve found useful in my work; I’ll try not to use it again.” I said and left the room. - - - - - - - - When I returned to the room I awoke in, my clothes were lying out on the bed, they had been cleaned and pressed, Tracy was awake and blinking, obviously wondering where she was. “I . . . I had a dream . . . I though that man was . . . was . . .” She began to cry again. I went to her and held onto her, comforting her, “I’m sorry about what he did to you Tracy, but at the moment you need to talk this through with an expert. But just at the moment remember he’ll never touch you again.” I said feeling her relax as I spoke. She settled back into the bed and I watched as she drifted back to sleep. “Why didn’t you do to her what you did to me?” Susanna asked from the doorway. I turned to face her, “Different condition, she’s going to have experts to help her deal with this, you never did, and that’s why you kept it bottled up.” I said picking up my clothes and starting to dress. “You didn’t know my parents did you?” She asked me. “You parents? No. Why?” I asked slightly confused at the question. “’No daughter of mine will ever need to see a shrink, now get back there and take your medicine!’” she said as if quoting something repeated to her. “Who was that?” I asked gently. “My dad! Mavis was assigned to teach me not to break the law again, she was a bit aggressive in those days, but when I tried to complain he wouldn’t listen . . . Even after I ended up on one of the wards. He said I was just trying to get attention.” She said. “Parents can be assholes as well!” I said trying to sound apologetic. “Ain’t they just!” She agreed and smiled as if we’d shared a joke. “I’ve asked to be assigned to this room, I’ve read up on your three and only have a basic file on the fourth . . . Tracy I think she is.” “I’ve already told you the main point, forced sexual congress, heard the gunshots that killed her parents, was held hostage by her rapist and is in a fragile state.” I quickly said. “From the file I understand that her aunt has been notified and will be brought here to take her back, she’s under the impression that this is an FBI enclave and will have to be blindfolded in and out of here.” Susanna said. “Good. The powers that be have sorted that out then. What’s the word on my two main partners?” I asked. “Well they’ve had the electrolysis treatment, although at our request they agreed to a partial removal of the hair on the Mons of Venus.” I looked at her and she blushed, “It allows creativity of design.” She said I still didn’t understand and she raised her uniform dress to reveal her legs and naked pussy, on top of which was, in very neatly trimmed pubic hair, an arrow that pointed down to her pussy. I laughed at the sight, “Well, I suppose if they get tired of that they can always shave it off, I’ll have to think of some designs for them to use. Susanna moved to look at Alice, “This is the one who . . .” She checked to see if Alice was sleeping, “killed that man?” She said, “But she looks so . . .” “Peaceful? Harmless? Well so is a mother cat, until you try to take away one of the kittens, after then . . . you’d better wear gloves, thick ones.” I said, “But as far as she’s concerned she knocked him down, I was the one who killed him, and that’s how it’s got to be.” I told her. “Yes sir. I see from these notes that she’s been taken by the FBI for court approval of her status.” Susanna said as if dropping a bomb-shell. “I thought it would be better to have her assigned as a ward of court, that way she can be adopted by a new family.” I said “That’s so kind of you! I mean she’s lost her parents and there isn’t any family for her . . . you must be a very thoughtful man indeed!” Susanna said. I shook my head, “No, actually it’s the only way that she could be sent aboard with her new owner! I am a slave trainer after all.” I said seeing her eyes widen as I spoke so causally. “But that’s . . .” She started to say. “My business, choosing girls, retraining them for what will be, for them, a better life, Susanna I’d ask you to trust me. I’m in a very dangerous business, out there I can be killed for being a pervert, but none of my girls have ever complained, and those that need my help will receive it.” I looked at the other beds. “Just ask Billie-Jo when she wakes up. She’ll tell you a story, most of it is true.” I said as I finished dressing, “Now how do I get out of here?” I asked her. She gave me directions and I discharged myself – that always sounds dirty to me! - - - - - - - - I sauntered out of the Hospital and found myself in early morning Ropeville, I took a deep breath of the air, cool and refreshing, but I had things to do, and I had to get them done fast. I turned and entered the main park area of Ropeville, taking the route that brought me to one of the three hotels in the Town – The actual Ropeville Hotel being away from the town centre in its own lands – I signed the register and checked to see the other names, one I expected to find was there, I took a note of the room number for later. Everything was going to plan. “Will anyone else be using your rooms Mr. Purple?” The clerk asked clicking on the computer keyboard. “For the first few nights an Alice Watson current location the hospital transfer rooms, after that Pauline and Billie-Jo Purple, recovering from treatment also currently at the hospital, same room. The clerk entered the information and read the screen, “That’s fine sir, err there is a reference to a female called Tracy Anderson. Isn’t she joining you?” “I have no such plans, I believe a relative will be collecting her soon.” I said. The clerk nodded, “I see, that’s all I need Mr. Purple, we have your card on file and it’s still active, so there’s no problem . . . There is a note here for you to contact Commander Evans at you earliest opportunity.” He said as he handed me the card that was the key to the room. “In the meantime you have to inform them that I’m up and about.” I said knowingly, the clerk blushed and nodded sheepishly, “That’s okay, if I was Evans I’d like to know where I was as well.” I said accepting the key and going to the lift. - - - - - - - - “Ropeville PD, Officer James speaking, how may I help you?” The female voice asked me over the phone. “This is Paul Purple; can I speak to Commander Evans please?” I asked. “Certainly Mr. Purple, I believe he’s been waiting for you to call.” She said and then there was a few seconds of musak as I was put on hold. “Purple! May I ask what you’re doing in town?” Evans asked without any preliminaries. “Three reasons, the first is to deliver to a client, the second to collect my girls, the third to escort a rape victim for counselling and recovery by her relatives.” I said. Evans sighed, “I notice you’re involved in a court action later, is this anyway connected with your delivery?” He asked. I didn’t bother to lie, “Yes, I’ve asked the FBI here to make Alice a ward of the court, this way she can legally be adopted and travel outside the USA.” I told him, giving him Alice’s name was deliberate – he would already have the information to hand. “So how come she’s trained to kill people?” He asked me. “She isn’t, all she had was training in self defence by Pauline, who was trained here incidentally. The client is high profile and was scared that kidnappers may target her remaining family and made a special request that whoever I choose would not be too scared to face them if necessary . . . It seems Pauline was over zealous in the training.” I said. “Over zealous? I would say never try to get that girl angry at you!” Evans said and I could hear the humour in his voice. “Too late! I had a run-in with her, guess who came in second?” I said with a chuckle in my voice. “You? . . . But I’ve seen your . . . hold on, who was she fighting? You or . . .” Evans asked. “I was there, but not in control, I thought that was why she won, it could be that she was really that good.” I said. “You believe she’s able to fulfil the contract?” Evans asked me. “Fulfil it! Commander she’s exceeded it! The girls did a fine job with her, hell I’m almost tempted to let them go their own way now.” I said with pride in my voice. “But you won’t . . . you enjoy being in control, I’ve read Elizabeth’s psych. Report, the one on your alto-ego, still keeping it under control?” It was a valid question. “Yes, it seems that when I get angry ‘he’ gets out, at the moment I’m calm and under control, so no worries – at the moment, I’ve got the breathing exercises and pills when they don’t work. Talking about control I’d better tell you that I’ve used my influence on two of the nurses. The first was Mary Wilson; I made her remain quiet while I was working on the second.” I said. “You know Purple there are times when I wished I had your knack.” Evans said, “I’ve had to deal with Mary before normally complaints against my wife.” He added. “That might tie in with my second person, a Susanna Bryant, she freaked out when I mentioned Mavis’s name, seems she was in an anticrime class, it had a serious effect on her.” I said “Susanna Bryant . . . Susanna Bryant . . . Ah yes, I’ve got her file . . . Juvenile record of shoplifting, handed to Mavis for correction and treatment, had to be sent to psychiatrist later and placed in the hospital to work as part of her treatment.” Evans said, obviously reading from a file – I have to admit the main computers here are very quick at retrieving data, “There was a recommendation for her to have a monitoring personality inserted, sort of a external judge of right and wrong to take control if she broke the law again . . . refused by family.” He added. “Let me guess, the father was the one who put his foot down, ‘no daughter of mine will take the easy way out!’ or something similar.” I said I could almost see Evans nodding, “Can’t say if that was said, but your right. It was the father who made the refusal of the treatment and insisted that Mavis took control of his daughter.” “This would explain why he wouldn’t listen to her when she tried to complain.” I said, “Just assuming that he was right. Anyway I’ve influenced Susanna to move on, accept what was done. I hope this was alright.” “Purple? What did you do?” This was a female voice who I knew was Mavis. “I’m not sure if I should speak to you, I might influence you without meaning to.” I said guardedly. “It’s okay I’m using a distorter on your voice, it filters out some of the vocal ranges found in your voice, now what did you tell her?” Mavis asked. “Well I told her to accept what had happened, not be held back but to use the experience to help her.” I paused, waiting for the eruption. “To accept it, but she’s never accepted what I was trying to teach her, I had to give up because her father wanted physical punishment added, I couldn’t do that, not at his orders anyway. I’m not saying I didn’t with other girls . . . but I drew the line for Susanna.” I thought that Mavis was trying to justify her actions. “Mavis, if I might make a suggestion . . . go and see her. Face her and find if she’s accepted it.” I said “You know Purple if it wasn’t for the filter, I’d still do it.” Mavis said and then “Do you know where she is?” “At the hospital, she requested watching my group.” I told her listening for her reply but all I had was an empty earpiece. Then a chuckle sounded in my ear, “Good going son, she’s gone. Susanna’s been brooding on her mind; it took a lot of work to get that girl to take over that post early this morning.” “You set this all up?” I said smiling at the way I’d been used. “Sorry! But I’ve got to do the best for my staff. I’ll keep an eye on your client, she is in the penthouse isn’t she?” Evans said. I sighed, “of course! She’d never be anywhere else . . . and while you arrange things so beautifully there is something you could do for me . . .” - - - - - - - - The next phone call was simpler, I checked with my client making sure that she was prepared for the court case and that she understood what she needed to do. “But will it be safe for her?” Was the question I received. “You need to be sure that Alice is the right person for you. This might be the way to convince you.” I reassured her. “I’ll trust you . . . but what happens if something goes wrong?” “Nothing will go wrong, Alice will come through. See you in court.” I said and hung up. I sat back in an armchair and pondered - what if something did go wrong? There is always the chance that it could! I had to just continue as I was, Alice was up to the task, but she must never know, at least not at first. The ringing phone interrupted my thoughts, “Mr. Purple, Alice Watson is in reception, shall I send her up?” It was the clerk. “Yes, of course.” I said and got up to walk to the door. - - - - - - - - Alice got out of the lift and looked around, when she saw me she flew into my arms, “Oh daddy, I was so worried when I woke up and you weren’t there.” She said and went with me into my room. Once inside she pulled me into the bedroom area. “Now Master, Pauline has told me that you need some attention and that I will have to provide it.” And before I could stop her she pushed me onto the bed and undid my pants and fishing for my cock, which she quickly found but soon had it tucked away in her mouth. “Alice please there’s no rush” I said but she didn’t listen to me, in fact there was an hour before I had to be at the courthouse, which was only a short walk from here, the town planners had done something right after all. Rather quickly, almost too quickly, Alice had coaxed out an offering of sperm which she hoovered out of me. She licked her lips and smiled at me, “You must have needed that Master.” She said. “I think I must have done, but I think there’s something wrong here Alice.” I said arching my eyebrows at her. She stood up and back, puzzlement etched on her face. “What is wrong Master?” She asked me. I removed my pants completely and undressed, then I looked at her, “You are wearing much too many clothes.” I told her smiling. She giggled and quickly undressed, soon she was standing before me. “Now what master?” She enquired licking her lips and tasting an errant drop of sperm. “Lie on the bed and spread you legs!” I said in a gruff voice. At first she just looked at me before nodded and placing herself as I wanted her. “You’re going to fuck me now master?” She asked me anxiously. I didn’t answer her but lowered my face to Alice’s shaven quim, she started squirming as I began sucking and gently biting at Alice’s clitoris, she tried to hold herself back but I could feel her starting to buck into my face as the stimulation took hold. “Oh . . . yes master . . . yes.” She said as she felt her excitement rising. I pulled away from her and brought my hands into use. At first she moaned in disappointment but then it changed to a tone of approval as she felt my digits working on her pussy. I pressed in further than I had before and touched the membrane that was still needed for her approval for her new life. I drew back from her virginity and concentrated on bringing her off, sliding my fingers back slightly crocked up, pulling back on her G-Spot “Oh master, Doctor Sharon said you didn’t know where it was!” Alice screamed out in her joy. “I know where it is, I just never use it on a slave before, but you’re not that now are you?” I whispered into her ear. She froze and then looked at me, a very serious expression on her face. “But Master, I am your slave . . . foreverrrrrrrr!” she came as she was speaking. The action on her G-Spot throwing her over the edge. I moved her to a side of the bed and laid down beside her, I checked my watch and made sure I had ordered a call from reception. I held her body as we both drifted into sleep. - - - - - - - - ‘Bringggggggggg’ The phone awoke me quickly, I looked at my watch, 45 minutes to go. I shook my bed-partner. “Wake up Alice, you have to have a bath and look presentable, I’ve got a special appointment that I have to be at.” I told her “Do I have to be with you Master, I could stay here.” She asked me shaking her body slightly as she did so. “No Slave Alice, you said you’d obey me forever, so please do as I ask. Look I know I’m being unreasonable, but there is a reason.” I told her. “Won’t go!” She said but there was a smile on her face. “Shall go!” I answered and pulled on her leg dragging her out of the bed, She raised her head to stop it from falling on the floor. I dragged her all the way to the bathroom where I poured water into the tub, I couldn’t find any bubble bath but didn’t have the time to call for it, so I picked her up – she tried to remain boneless, but couldn’t - and lowered her into the bath She yelped as the water touched her skin – I had left it lukewarm, not cold but then not very hot either. “That’s wasn’t very nice Master!” She said. “Slave Alice, I’m not a very nice Master. Just imagine ice-cold showers everyday, or baths even colder made with ice-water? Now quickly wash yourself!” I handed her a bar of soap and a wash-cloth as I sat down on the toilet and used it in front of her. – It wasn’t as if she’d never seen this before! After 8 minutes – I timed it – Alice declared herself clean. I told her to stand up while I inspected her work, in Braille! (I used my hands!) And said she felt squeaky clean. I allowed her out of the bath to dry herself. I had clothing sent up for Alice, as she had to look pretty, I had ensured that the skirt, although covered all it needed to was free enough to allow her to show her legs. I then dressed myself and taking her hand led her out of the room. - - - - - - - - We walked in the sunshine, feeling the warmth of the Californian sun on our faces. Cutting through the park to the courthouse, during our walk we noticed a woman and young girl, who looked like a smaller scale model of the woman, the girl was in a wheelchair. “She looks so lovely Master, but she’s also very lonely.” Alice said looking at the girl. We arrived at the building where Justice, eyes blindfolded and a scale in her hands, watched us enter. “Now Alice, I’m not sure how long this will take, so if you can either sit here until I get back, or take a look around, I don’t mind but make sure that officer over there knows where you go.” I told her in the grand hallway of the courthouse. “Yes Daddy,” she said looking at the police officer and trying hard not to say ‘master’ I ruffled her hair and entered the doors to the court-room. After I went in the woman from the park also entered the room, alone! I took no notice of her. “All persons having business with this court of Ropeville, please stand and attend.” The usher intoned, “Judge Silvia Kipling presiding.” He announced and the gavel banged. “All sit. Usher please read the first case.” Judge Silvia asked. “A special request by the FBI to make one Alice Watson a ward of the court.” The usher called out. Judge Silvia shook her head, “This is not the correct way to conduct such a request, may I ask the circumstances of this action?” I raised my hand. “Your honour, If I may speak.” I said. “I seem to recognise your face, approach the bench.” The judge said and I did so. “I’m Paul Purple.” I began and the judge raised a hand to stop me. She reached to a box on the desk in front of her and took out something that looked like ear-plugs, which she inserted and then faced me. “Proceed Mr Purple.” She said in a normal tone. “Certainly your honour, Alice Watson is an orphan, her father was killed by . . .” I was stopped by the judge again. “Mr Purple, you did kidnap this Alice did you not?” She asked me. “I’m sorry your honour?” I said. “I think you’d better be sworn in.” Judge Silvia said and directed the usher who gave me a bible in my right hand. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” He intoned. “I do.” I said and handed back the bible. “Please state your name and occupation.” The usher told me. “Paul Purple . . . Uh, Your Honour do you really need to know?” I hesitated to give them the truth really “The court has to know the person it is dealing with Mr. Purple.” Judge Silvia said and I noticed she had a smile around her lips . . . she knew! “Very well then, I am a child kidnapper and trainer.” I said evenly listening to the gasps around the courtroom. ‘Bang . . . bang’ the gavel came down twice to silence the area. “This court is aware of Mr. Purple’s actions, and where the law frowns on such it has no bearing on the current case except as to how the girl in question came to be with Mr. Purple . . . continue please Mr. Purple.” Judge Silvia directed me. “Alice Watson come into my ‘care’ as part of my profession,” I started only to be interrupted by the Child Welfare officer. “Was there any reason why you chose her rather than any other girl? I mean did you go after Alice because of who she was?” The woman asked. “I keep away from taking specific girls – I had a nasty case with one, I ended up here!” I said hearing chuckles from the people watching, and then I added, “And it wasn’t my choice, I’d assigned one of my helpers to pick the girl, Alice was in the right frame of mind. . .” I went through the story of Alice’s life as I knew it to that point. The Judge listened to my story before commenting. “So Mr. Purple, the FBI was aware of your dealings but refused to remove Alice from your . . . control, giving tacit permission for you to keep her.” “I don’t know about permission, their main concern was to stop this Red Fornalski.” I said. “But your honour, why would our FBI service ignore the fate of one girl in the clutches of a known person such as Mr. Purple,” The child welfare officer said. “Perhaps because they are composed of the same people who have been through Ropeville’s orphanage and educational system, I’ve been here before you know!” I said and the Judge banged the gavel again. “It is known that we here do not live by what is considered a normal life compared to the standards of the outside world, and it has to be admitted that while here Mr. Purple contributed greatly to the town and citizens of Ropeville, and so a certain leeway has been granted to him.” “But that doesn’t explain . . .” The Welfare officer said only to be interrupted by the judge banging her gavel “I have given you the official position of this court – Mr. Purple has special immunity in return for services rendered, no further details are required!” Judge Silvia said. “Just one more thing your honour, just why is Mr. Purple demanding to have this Alice Watson made a ward of court?” The officer asked. The judge looked at me “Well Mr. Purple? Would you care to enlighten us?” She asked. “Yes your honour, I need a legal way for Alice to leave the country to join with my client.” I said simply. “Your honour he’s making us accessories to his kidnapping!” The child welfare office was on her feet again. “Not at all your honour, I have copies of the contract and the written reasons why the person is requiring Alice’s abilities.” I said handing a bundle of papers to the usher who passed a set to the Judge and also the Child Welfare Officer. Both studied the documents. “Oh my . . .” The Welfare Officer said, “Your honour we need time to investigate this person, make background checks and talk to the main person involved before we could allow any . . .” “Your honour,” I interrupted her, “I have here a background check on my client, in my business I need to ensure that the people I deal with are who they say they are, I’m sure the court will understand.” And I handed more paperwork to the usher. The judge read her copy and looked up, “Mr. Purple! If you had all this information available then why didn’t you produce it first?” She asked. I smiled, “Your honour, I have a duty to protect my client and my charges. I would only produce these documents when and if they were required.” I said “But you had all the copies ready for the court, you’re not a very orthodox person are you?” The judge said with a smile, “But before I will allow Alice Watson to become a ward of this court I need to be reassured that your client has the best of intentions for Alice, can you provide us with that?” I smiled and turned to the people watching in the audience, indicating one person who got up . . . The Judge had the final word, “Not orthodox at all, Mr. Purple!” |