| BILLIE-JO - LOST FROM HER MASTER [ part 1 ] I’d been back home for a week, Pauline and I were getting used to the father and daughter act, I was teaching her - proper school work! Please lift your ideas a bit higher, she didn’t need to learn about sex as she knew most of the positions. Anyway The past week was a bit hectic, I had official looking paperwork that stated my name was now Paul Purple, I had a daughter Pauline (with birth certificate showing I was her father) and had all the necessary paperwork to pass to the local school giving her educational history, I had pondered about this, would it be wise to allow Pauline to attend ‘normal’ schools, or would she start to talk about her life, but then I realised that she would never do that, her ‘aspects’ wouldn’t let her, and then there was always the expectation of her bringing home friends to sleep over, but I wouldn’t be able to take them! (The poacher doesn’t do his hunting so close to home). There was another piece of paper showing that I was now part of the FBI witness protection plan and a contact number (The Ropeville FBI office of course). So now I had a proper name to introduce myself to the neighbours with - I’m managed to keep a low profile beforehand and although I was on nodding acquaintances with some of them I’d managed to remain silent on my name, so I was lucky there. I also found that I had some new computer equipment and a couple of PDA’s -handheld computers with integral mobile phone capabilities able to download data from an ISP - which, I gathered, was based in Ropeville, one had my name the other was labelled as Pauline’s she was delighted when I presented it to her. The next day we received a large parcel by courier, the contents were costumes and toys from our purchase the previous weekend, I must say they were very efficient in their work. On our third day home I got a phone call from Bill, my ‘agent’ “Hi man, you got lucky then” He said without preamble. “Just managed to get high level help, they sorted it all out for me, so I’m back in business.” I told him. “Well I think one of our previous acquisitions needs help.” he said, “I’ve picked up a very interesting video which I think you’ll be interested in! I’ll send it to you.” and he finished the call. This was the one thing I hated, the previous acquisition was one of my ‘clients’ or slaves if you prefer, if she needed help then I was obliged to check and see if this was so, or if she was happy in her new position. It sometimes happen that an owner would trade his slave to another, most of the time it was just that a simple change, but there were the odd occasion when the new owner didn’t understand the responsibilities involved, either they needed a slight lesson or, as I’ve had to do before, the removal of their slave. I had already shown Pauline the basement, still with the cell set up for Melody, I found her glasses on the floor beside the bed, she would have her own pair now, as well as the contacts that she wore when she saw me. So I kept this pair as a keepsake. I was in the midst of dismantling the cell when Pauline came down with a package; I stopped and took it from her. It was from Bill a note inside said, ‘I’ve watched this several times, I’ve also checked out the supplier they’re legit, I think you will need to take action on this one, check the body!’ This was disturbing to say the least! I put the video into the machine in the basement and started it. The picture opened with a handmade placard ‘The Perils of Pauline’ and then the action started, a girl was pulled into a bedroom, she appeared to be about eleven, dressed in a light coloured blouse and a skirt, she was gagged and bound, handcuffs kept her arms behind her back, a hobble around her knees ensured that she couldn’t walk properly, there was a dog collar around her neck from where a leash was attached, a giant of a man was pulling her along. “This way bitch.” He was saying as he walked in, “This time we’re going to really work on you! You know how to give good head, but we want the full thing!” He stopped by the bed and approached the girl who was cringing back from him, he raised a hand and slapped her face - this annoyed me as she hadn’t yet done anything to deserve this - Then he picked her up and threw her onto the bed, pulling on the lead and tying it to the headboard, if she tried to pull away she would have choked herself. The man then got onto the bed and straddled her, his hand going to her blouse and roughly kneading her barely formed breasts, causing her to scream out in pain, this got a nasty laugh from the man. “Shit girl you ain’t felt anything yet!” he told her before tearing the fabric away from her chest. I could see that there was already bruising on her flesh, no wonder she cried out, the man hit her again on the face before saying, “Now hold still or else!” his hands went to the girl skirt and pulled it off from her, showing a pair of low cut panties, I studied her body, the bruises were all over her front, she had suffered quite a beating recently, most probably in order to get her to act in this video, but there wasn’t much she could do in her current position. The camera focused on the hand of the man as it went to the pubic mound of the girl, it watched as he pulled the flimsy cover to one side revealing her cunt, which was widely parted and red, he pushed a finger deep inside the girl who cried out in pain, again he laughed and added another finger trying to open her wider. “That’s nice isn’t it darling, feeling Roscoe inside you, well just wait until you get all of me in you, then you’ll really scream out in pleasure!” I paused the tape, something else was bothering me, I looked at Pauline who was watching with a white face, and she turned to me. “Dad, he wasn’t acting!” She said, “He was really doing that to her!” She told me, I nodded. “Yes he was, but that’s not all, what else did you notice?” I asked her, she looked blank for a moment and then her attitude changed. “She’s already been beaten up, probably for another film, a sado film I would think but I couldn’t see any whip marks. The people who beat her were professional, enough to hurt and slightly bruise her body, but not to break the flesh.” I looked at her, this was Dominitra speaking and she knew what she talking about, I nodded in agreement. “How long between the beatings and filming this video?” I asked her, she considered for a few minutes. “Three days!” She said, “The bruising is starting to fade and yellow, it would still be painful but she would be used to it by now.” Then she pressed the rewind button on the tape and went back to when the blouse was removed, she pointed to the girl’s arms. “This is what I’m objecting to.” she said, I looked closely and saw a number of small marks on her arms, Dominitra had good eyesight, she had been injected several times, probably she was now addicted to whatever it was they’d used on her! This wasn’t how a slave needed to be treated. This was wrong, very wrong and it made me annoyed, I removed the tape from the player and then I went upstairs to my computer and powered it up. Pauline, or rather Dominitra, followed me. She watched as I searched through the database on the system - it seems they’d kept my original disk data but had expanded it with the system. “What are you searching for?” She asked me. “I know the girl, trained her a couple of years ago if I remember correctly, now what was her name?” I thought for a few minutes and then it came to me “BJ!” I exclaimed “Billie-Jo it was but I trained her to give blow-jobs so I kept the initials the same.” “And I thought I was kinky” Said Dominitra, “So she was one of your girls, so what? She’s nothing to do with you now is she?” I shook my head, “Yes she is!” I told her, “It was me who stole her away from her parent’s home, I had a customer who wanted a willing slave who would give head, and this is what she was trained for, not that video downstairs!” I was angry I scanned through the database for Billie-Jo and her master. I noted down the name and a telephone number. I picked up my phone (a secure line - the outgoing number is scrambled) and dialled the number a shaky voice spoke. “Hello, Simpkins speaking.” It was the same name as on my list. “Hello, George you remember me don’t you, I let you have that little mouth organ a couple of years ago, is it possible to speak you your charge?” “Sorry you’ve got the wrong number.” He said. I spoke quickly before he could hang up, “One moment George! You did read the contract didn’t you?” this stopped him. “What did you say?” he asked “I have the right to check and inspect the condition of the merchandise at any time, should there be a change you were to dial the number and inform the tape there of the change, so I would like to check the product now!” “But she isn’t here.” He said, “I, I’ve sent her on holiday!” he quickly added. “Okay then!” I said, “So where is she at the moment?” I asked him, noting down his address and working out the best way to get there. “I’ve lost the address at the moment, y-you know how hectic things can get!” He said “That’s okay George, I’ll phone next week,” I told him. “G-good. S-she’ll look forward to that!” he said, I exchanged a few more pleasantries and hung up, I turned to Pauline/Dominitra “Prepare for travelling” I told her, “We can’t waste any time!” She didn’t question me but went to her room, returning later with a small suitcase, meeting me with my overnight bag we went to the van and both got in, I dialled Bill’s number on the PDA and quickly spoke to him. “Hi Bill, got the data and you’re right! I’m taking the first steps now, but I might need some help, you’ve got the support number haven’t you?” I asked him - the support number was some friends of ours who acted as ‘heavies’ whenever they were needed, they did want some payment but what it was would alter from time to time, normally Bill sorted that out, I found it’s better never to ask questions. “I’ve already primed them; I take it you saw the same things I did. This is going to get hairy I’ve made other enquiries about the item, the people who made it are professionals they won’t lay down and roll over when you ask them, prepare to fight.” He said. “Thanks for the warning Bill, I’ll be in touch.” I told him; and then concentrated on the driving. ------ Pauline was sleeping when we got near the address; I pulled into a parking spot a couple of blocks away, and woke her. “We’re here.” I told her, she blinked and looked around. “Where are we?” She asked, I explained and she nodded, “What do you want me to do?” She asked me. I smiled, “I suppose Dominitra had a few items added?” I asked her, she nodded and then smiled wickedly as an inner voice had spoken to her. “She says that there are a couple of whips and a nice costume in the bad.” Pauline told me. “We’ll need the whip and I’ll probably ask for Dominitra to make an appearance soon.” I told her, she nodded. A few minutes later we were walking to the address, just a father and his daughter, she carrying a plastic bag as if we’d been shopping, we got to the door and rang the bell. George Simpkins opened the door slightly, “Who are you?” he asked before I pushed the door open and stormed in. “Your worst nightmare!” I told him, unoriginal it’s true, but hey I wanted to use it at least once. “I want to see Billie-Jo!” I told him. “She isn’t here!” he said, “I’ve already told you she’s on holiday!” “Really?” I said, “You made sure that she’s enjoying herself have you?” I asked him, he nodded. “O-of course I have!” He said, “S-she’s relaxing at the beach!” I punched him in the face, feeling his nose break beneath my fist. He landed up on the floor looking up at me his hand covering his face. “Master!” exclaimed Pauline, keeping in character, “I didn’t know you would do that!” I smiled at her, “I didn’t know it either, but he deserved it!” I said to her a voice from the floor interrupted our conversation. “Bot the hell dos you mead!” George said holding his nose; I grabbed hold of his tee-shirt. “Sit down George!” I said, “You’ve got a video to watch!” I placed him into a chair in front of his television; and tied him to it. I put the video into his player and pressed play. The film started; this time I made him watch the full show. I didn’t watch the film, I kept my eyes on George, I could hear the sounds from the television speaker, the cries of pain from Billie-Jo as she was raped by the man Roscoe as he forced his way inside the girl, his final comment to her at the end of the film. “Not bad you little cunt, next time I’ll use your ass!” I glanced at the screen, another hand held caption said ‘Perils of Pauline tape 2 will be out soon!” before focusing on the girl tied to the bed, a white discharge showing from her abused slit. George was sitting back white faced, “I didn’t know!” he was saying over and over, he turned to me, “Believe me I didn’t know they’d do that with her!” I slapped his face, “Who are they? How did they get Billie-Jo?” I said; his eyes flickered. “I can’t tell you that! They’d kill me!” he said, fear etched on his face. I smiled slightly, “Don’t worry about that!” I said, “You need to worry about my young friend here, she doesn’t like my goods to be mistreated, unless it her doing the treatment!” I pointed to Pauline; George looked at her, taking in the young face and slight body. “What her?” He asked, “She couldn’t do anything!” he said in a derisory tone, I shook my head. “George, George! Haven’t you learnt that things are never what they seem?” I looked at Pauline, “What do you say Dominitra?” Pauline stood up and reached into the plastic bag, “Well Master, I would say that his flesh needs some education!” she pulled out the whip and there was a strange smile on her face. George looked at her; his flesh seemed to get even whiter. “You can’t mean it!” He said, “She’s only a girl, you’re bluffing!” he said. There was a crack as Dominitra flicked the whip onto George’s abused nose, he screamed with the pain, I held up my hand to her and then whispered into his ears. “You’d better learn George that I never bluff! And Dominitra here has also seen the film it annoyed her. Now who has BJ and where can I find them!” I said. He shook his head, “You don’t want to mess with them!” He said, “They’re powerful in this town, upset them and they’ll kill you and rape her!” I stood back and looked at Dominitra. “It seems that George doesn’t want to talk to me, how about introducing him to your whip again.” I said, she bowed her head and walked behind his chair she drew back her arm and the whip cracked beside his ear making him jump, however he couldn’t raise himself from the chair, he kept quiet though and so I nodded to Dominitra again. The whip this time struck his ear, making it bleed. I nodded again; her attention now focused on his other ear again making it bleed. “There now George, nice and even aren’t you!” I said he shook his head again so I stood back as Pauline stood to his side. I watched as the whip marked his cheek, a ragged cut, I stood back and said, “You know George there’s a lot that can be done with a whip, you won’t die, but you’ll want to, especially when she gets to the family jewels, if you know what I mean?” His eyes widened, “You can’t be serious!” He said, “She isn’t worth it! I mean it was only a lousy poker game!” I looked at him, “You lost your slave in a game of poker!” I said he nodded. “I don’t know how I lost it either, I had a great hand!” He told me, I shook my head in disbelief “Don’t you know anything?” I told him in a sarcastic tone. “You must have been the perfect set-up; they saw you coming and cleaned you out!” “You mean they cheated?” He sounded surprised. “What do you think?” I said, “Now who are they and where can I find them?” He started to shake his head again, Pauline moved around so that she was standing in front of him. “Look at me you worm!” She hissed, “You’re going to learn that you should treat your slaves with the respect that they deserve!” He slowly raised his head, and looked at the young girl standing before him. She raised her arm. “NO! PLEASE STOP.” He shouted, “I’LL TELL, I’LL TELL!” Pauline started to look disappointed but lowered her arm, she turned to me. “That’s not fair master, he gave up too quickly!” she said, I suppressed a smile. “But he has promised to tell us, so unless he’s going to lie to me then you can’t hurt him.” I told her she pouted but nodded her agreement. I turned my attention to George, “Now tell me.” It was as if the floodgates opened, he gave me a name and where I could find them, they operated a kiddie brothel in the town, it doubled as a casino which is how George fell into their trap, somebody must have found out that George was the owner of a young slave and they wanted to expand their stable with Billie-Jo. George became a font of knowledge. To gain access to the brothel you had to have a password as one of their punters George knew the current one ‘Ponce de Leon’ as if we were searching for the fountain of youth! I made sure of the location of the casino and then contacted Bill. “Hi Bill, I’ve got a contact point for your special services, I think you’d better arrange for a blanket type, there’s a larger group than expected.” I was trying to keep the message as innocuous as possible. “Right!” He said, “I’ll send them off now, you’re at the pre-arranged location?” he asked me. “Yes same as before; I’ll be here waiting.” I told him, confirming where I was to him, he already had the address. When I hung up I could see Pauline, or Dominitra, looking at me with lust in her eyes, “Master I’m sorry but I need some relief, I don’t want this.” She pointed to George, “To interfere with us, can we go upstairs please.” I nodded and spoke to George again, “You don’t mind do you?” I asked him, he shook his head and I took Pauline’s hand, George spoke up. “You can’t leave me here like this!” I looked at him, blood still dripping from his ears and cheek. “Oh I’m sorry.” I said, “I quite forgot myself, can’t leave you here with nothing to do.” I switched the video on again. “You can watch this again.” I took Pauline’s hand and we went upstairs to George’s bedroom, behind us the sound of the video could be heard playing away. |