Caline Ch. 03

Master paraded Caline, naked, into the sitting room, where the man he apparently sold her to was waiting.

Caline did not like him.

He was much older than she was, for one, though handsome enough, with thick gray hair, broad shoulders, and blue eyes. But it was the look in his eyes-cold and hard, with no humor or mercy.

He assessed Caline as if she were a horse, or a dog, or a new car. When he stood in front of her, Caline cowered at his height. He forced her mouth open and held her jaw open as he looked inside, for what she couldn't imagine, besides embarrassing her. He even pinched her tongue and pulled it out.

He jiggled her breasts, as Master had done before raping her this last time. He felt her flat belly, then bent his knees to snake his hands across her hips and give her butt a squeeze.

"Lay down, bend your knees, and spread your legs," he told her with a smirk. His voice was deep and commanding. Caline fought the urge to whimper. With both her Master and this new man in the room, she didn't stand a chance if she disobeyed.

"I don't want her on the carpet," Master said. "This little slave slut gets over-excited, and I don't want her pussy juice staining the rug."

Caline's cheeks blazed in humiliation. The new man pushed against her shoulder and made her lay down on the hard floor at the edge of the rug. She followed his directions to bend her knees and splay her legs for him, closing her eyes as she did so.

She felt a sharp smack against her cheek. "Open your eyes and look at me," the new man commanded, annoyance lacing his firm voice. He knelt on his knees between her legs and looked at her pussy. The look of slight repulsion made shame and frustration burn through Caline. Did he know that Master had just taken her? Was she still bright pink from the flogger and hot bath? Was Master's cum still seeping out? She'd tried to wipe it all away. She closed her eyes and felt the back of his hand smack against her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at him, gritting her teeth and his needless cruelty.

He placed three fingers into her hole, thrust them a bit, removed them, and then stuck a finger into her ass. Caline's eyes widened, and she arched her back, every cell in her body fighting the urge to try to bat his hand away. He thrust the finger only twice before removing it, thank god.

"Does she talk?" he asked.

Master rolled his eyes and laughed. "Oh yeah, she talks. Greet your new Master, slut."

"Hello, Master," Caline croaked out in a whisper. Her new Master smiled at her for the first time. "Yeah, I'll take her."

The new Master blindfolded her, attached the leather leash Master Ander must have given him to her collar, and led her outside. She felt him push her into a cage that must have been attached to the back part of a van. He locked her in, and then they drove.

It hit Caline that she may never see Master Ander again. Never see the man who bought her from the training facility. He beat her, raped her, took her virginity. This man-this old, cruel man-must have paid even more. She was one step further from ever being free again.

Her new Master dragged her out of the car and through what must have been a garage. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her along hallways and up a staircase.

He finally set her down on the floor, and removed her blindfold.

"Sit," he'd commanded, and she had. And she'd stayed.

Her feet were going numb, and she was cold on the floor. She was in a beautiful bedroom, she'd give it that, with old oak floors, beautiful cream walls, and a large sleigh bed covered in luxurious white linens in front of her. This must be her new Master's bed, and the room where he would torture her.

But . . . she was a little confused.

The bedroom door was open, and although all she could see was a dark hallway past the doorway when she dared to crane her neck and look, she could hear many voices in the house. Several men, and, to her surprise, at least one woman. One of the men had to be her Master, though it was hard to make out. The voices were raised, and they sounded angry. Who was the woman? It couldn't be a slave, since she was raising her voice and talking a lot too, not just answering the men. Caline heard footsteps, but not approaching. It was as if they were pacing. This had gone on for a while. What would happen when they came in? Would they all angry fuck her, screaming and pacing as they watched one another rape and humiliate her? What had Master Ander gotten her into?

Caline bit her lip, nervous, when she heard footsteps that were approaching. The voices sounded like they were at the end of the hallway now, and she could make out what they were saying.

"You're insane!" a man's voice said. Her new Master's? Maybe . . .

"You don't know what's best for you!" No, THAT was her new Master's voice. The hardness sent a shiver down her spine.

"Can I . . ." the woman's voice was softer, and Caline realized she sounded her age.

"Nicole, go somewhere else!" the first voice commanded, exasperation at the edges, and then she heard a soft set of footsteps recede. The woman must have left. For some other part of the house? Did she live here?

"How can you bring her here?" the first voice now asked. "Nicole . . ."

"This doesn't concern Nicole," Master's voice answered. Was Nicole his wife? A girlfriend? And why was there another man?

"Dad, you can't buy me a fucking slave!"

Caline's heart pounded as she realized the set-up.

"You're twenty years old, Judan! It's time to grow up and be a man."

"By forcing a girl to be my sex slave? Are you out of your mind? I'm not into this stuff, Dad. I never wanted to talk to you about it, but I guess that line has been crossed."

"Just take a look at her."

"No!"

"I can't give her back, Judan. I paid more than a year's worth of your tuition for her."

"That was your choice, Dad. You keep her."

Caline heard her Master chuckle. "Is that really what you want for her? I picked her out especially for you. Look. You'll like her. And if not . . . she's one less slave for some other guy to abuse. You can be her big hero."

"Fall semester starts in less than two months."

"You'll bring her. It's legal to take them around with you now, you know that."

Caline heard the other man sigh.

"You're insane. This is wrong."

"Judan, just take a look at her. I'll keep her if you really want, but . . . I'm going to be rough."

"Dad! I don't need to know this!"

"You've been moping around for two years now. It's not normal. You break up with your high school girlfriend and move on, not refuse to date-"

"Dad, I've dated," the other man firmly replied.

"You need something other than those college girls." Caline cringed. She should be a college girl. She didn't deserve to be bought as some rich kid's new pet. "You need some responsibility," her Master went on. "Some power."

"Buying a scared and abused human is hardly powerful. It's sick."

"Judan, just give it a try. I already said I'd take her if you really want, or give her to someone else, but you have to try. I know you don't believe me, but I did this for you."

Both sets of footsteps approached the room she was in. Caline took a deep breath.

Both men entered the room and approached her. She recognized the pants and shoes of her new Master, the one who had examined and bought her at Master Ander's. The other man-her NEW new Master?-was in straight leg slacks and athletic shoes, his stance wide. They were probably about the same height, quite tall, though she didn't dare look up all the way to confirm this.

Caline heard a sharp intake of breath from the younger man, who'd been called Judan, though Caline knew how dangerous it was to hold his real name in her mind, where it might slip out of her mouth.

"Jesus," she heard Judan mutter.

"Lovely, isn't she?"

"She's . . . naked."

Master scoffed. "Well . . . she's a slave. This is how it works."

She heard Judan take a deep breath. "Okay. I want to be left alone with her."

"Don't do anything stupid, son."

"Dad, I get it. I want . . . I want to get to know her, okay?"

The older man clucked his tongue. "That's fine, but listen. You can't let her act up. She disobeys, or doesn't show you proper respect, you give her a slap, you hold her down, you make her understand who's in charge, you understand?"

"I got it, Dad."

Caline let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when the older man walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

With trepidation, she saw Judan move out of the corner of her eye and heard him lock the door.

He approached again, now standing directly in front of her, between her and the bed.

"Can you look up at me?" he asked.

Caline obeyed. Her big blue eyes met his own sea-green ones. She wanted to cry, he looked so beautiful and so kind. Sandy light brown hair fell across his forehead. He had his dad's strong jaw, broad shoulders, and large build, but his eyes . . . where the Master's had been steely hard and cruel, his showed sweet mercy.

Her lips slightly parted. She wanted to cry out, beg him to let her go far away from here, back to where she couldn't remember, but where she was happy and free. He was the first person she'd seen in months-years?-who might actually listen.

"I'm Judan," he held a hand out for her, and, shaking, Caline took it. He tugged and helped her stand. She continued to shake, out of nervousness, out of disbelief.

Judan took a lightweight white blanket from the bed and draped it across her shoulders, then motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I'm going to sit beside you, okay?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

Judan flinched at the word but didn't comment. He eased onto the bed beside Caline, leaving about a foot between them.

"I'm sorry . . . my dad . . ." he faltered. "You heard what's going on here," he finally stated.

"Yes, Sir."

"Look. I'm so sorry for what's happened to you. I don't condone it. I don't support it. I never in a million years thought my dad would be this presumptuous or twisted." Judan sighed. "But I also don't know how to help you." Judan shifted so that he faced Caline directly. "What do you think?"

Caline's mouth went dry. It had been so long since she'd been asked her opinion on anything. Her heart raced. Let me go! Her internal voice screamed. Open that fucking window and help me jump out and run! "Sir . . . please don't let your dad keep me for himself or give me to some other man."

Judan nodded. "Yeah . . . I know. Those options won't end well for you. It's just that I'm trying to picture my life with a sex slave, and it's so absurd and the opposite of everything I think is right. Fuck," he shook his head. Judan turned away from her, burying his head in his hands and resting his elbows on his knees.

Caline wanted to pull her hair out. Didn't he get it? Didn't he get that this was literally life and death for her? Daring the punishment, she grabbed his forearm. "Please!" Caline pleaded.

Judan raised his head, and, to Caline's surprise and utter relief, pulled her to him, tucking her head in the hollow beneath his chin. He gently squeezed her arm in reassurance.

"This is what we're going to do," Judan said. "I'll tell my dad I . . . want to keep you. I love fucking your brains out. Whatever he wants to hear. I'll ask to move out to the pool house for privacy, which will get everyone off our backs and you away from Nicole. I'll call Uncle Caris and ask for his help. I think that will be okay."

Judan pulled Caline away from him and positioned her shoulders so that she was facing him. He left his hands on her shoulders and said, "I'm going to try to make your life as nice as possible, but I can't raise suspicions, okay? Sometimes we'll have to play master-slave. Can you do that?"

Caline didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Yes, Sir, I've literally been trained. For a very long time."

Judan sighed again. "I get that, and I'm glad you think it'll help you play along when you need to, but when we're alone I want you to fight that training. I want you to find yourself again. Baby girl, I want to be able to set you free if I can."

Every hope and dream Caline had been harboring lit up.

The training was supposed to kill her spirit. Master Ander was supposed to turn her into a sex-starved slave. But she was still here. She still had small inklings of memories from Before. She still wanted her freedom. And if this stupid, spoiled, beautiful man could help her, she would play along with whatever he said.

She licked her lips. "I want that, Sir."

Judan nodded. "Okay, that's what we'll do. I'll work on it, baby girl." She cringed inwardly at the pet name but let it go. He could call her slave slut like Master Ander for all she cared, if only he got her out of this nightmare.

"Remember that I haven't been trained though," he told her, "so just follow whatever you know you're supposed to do. Uncle Caris can help with that a little though." He bit his lip. "You were bought today, so we have about three days before Ander comes to check in." Judan noticed Caline's eyes widen in surprise.

He nodded. "Yeah. What a crap shoot. He's the sex slave overseer for Marin County. Kind of a conflict of interests, huh?"

Caline shook her head in confusion. "I don't understand, Sir."

"Right. You haven't exactly been following the news." Judan lowered his voice. "You can't let anyone know you know this, but, as you might imagine, there was pushback about the new slave laws, so part of the bargaining deal included an Oversight Committee to check up on the slaves and their owners. Make sure they weren't bleeding to death, being starved, getting diseases, getting needlessly cruel punishments, that kind of thing. Our local friendly overseer just happens to be Ander Sullivan, the son of the Governor who raised nearly a billion dollars to pass the slave laws to begin with. Oversight indeed."

"I know An-ander." Even now, her mouth struggled to say his name, rather than Master. "He bought me from the training facility. He . . ." Caline suddenly felt embarrassed blurting out that she recently lost her virginity, and then some, to Ander and faltered. "H-he wasn't kind."

"I bet. He gives ME the heebie jeebies, and I'm not even someone he's interested in raping." Caline's eyes widened again.

"Sorry," Judan hastily added. "That was an off-color and unnecessary lame joke. Anyway, Ander has to come check on a newly bought slave in a timely manner. Given this situation, I'm sure he won't trust me with you for long without checking in."

"But he's the one who sold me!"

"Yeah. He does that too. He's supposed to find good matches between owners and slaves, but really he's using that gig to get bribed. My dad must have paid him over $50,000 for you, in cash."

"Wow. I'd be kind of flattered under different circumstances."

Judan blinked.

Caline flashed him a smile. "That was my version of an inappropriate and lame joke."

Judan laughed. "I'm sure this is the last thing you want to hear from me, but you're ridiculously beautiful when you smile."

Caline didn't know how to reply and realized that after laughing she couldn't help but keep a smile on her lips. "I'm honestly so happy not to be tortured, for once. I feel like this can't last and it's all going to come crashing down, but in the meantime I'm so relieved, even if this is just a dream or a trick or something that can never last."

Judan put his arms around her. "I'm so sorry for everything that's happened to you, baby girl. I really can't guarantee I can keep you safe all the time, but I'm going to do my best."