Caline Ch. 06

Caline couldn't help but get goosebumps and shake. She was still naked besides a flimsy pair of canvas tennis shoes and a collar, this time with a leash attached and held loosely in Judan's hand. She knelt between Judan's legs as Caris drove, and drove, and drove.

She trembled because eventually they would stop, Judan would tug on her leash, and she would be out and about in public for the first time as a slave. The training facility had been fenced in and remote. Ander had mostly kept her in his bedroom and dungeon, except for walking her to and from the parking lot of the doctor's clinic. But now Caris and Judan intended to walk her around, in public, on sidewalks, in shops, naked, obedient, and chained. Her heart fluttered at the thought.

Judan sensed her anxiety and tried to reassuringly smooth her hair and rub her head. His right leg bobbed on his toes, and Caline sensed that he was anxious as well. She shut her eyes, as she loved to do, and tried to forget where she was and everything left of who she was.

At the training facility, they'd told her that her old memories would seep out of her like dirty dish water squeezed from a sponge, and then they'd fill her porous, parched mind with the new identity they were crafting for her: an obedient, suppliant sex slave.

But the glimmers of remembrance made her think that her old life hadn't poured out from her. She'd built a wall around her old life, brick by brick, humiliation after humiliation. She'd guarded away the Caline from before (her name WAS Caline before, right?), protected whoever that happy and promising young woman may have been, and allowed herself to be crafted anew, the demon infiltrating her body from head to tip toe while her soul steeled itself away somewhere precious.

Sometimes she glimpsed herself-the old her-from behind the wall. Something bad had happened in her life even before she was taken. There had been someone she loved, and Judan made her remember him. She had danced, and she had loved it and been very, very good at it. That was all she had.

The car stopped and reversed, angling as Caris parallel parked. Caline squeezed her eyes harder. Did she want to remember? Would this be just another brick to add to the tall tower her old self was buried behind? Were Caris and Judan going to force her to separate herself forever from her past? Caline remembered what Judan had told her the previous night: "You can be the real you. No matter what happens around other people, you can always come back to yourself."

Caris and Judan both opened their doors. Judan carefully swung his long legs around her and out of the car, tugging on her leash for her to follow.

Caline opened her eyes and kept them trained on Judan's shoes.

She focused on carefully getting out of the car and standing on the sidewalk. She felt the fog-laced chill on her skin, her skin and nipples instantly prickling in the cold. Caris had made her pull her hair back and braid it, so it offered no protection from the cold and the prying eyes of passerby. Caline couldn't see them looking exactly, but she noticed all the people in her peripheral vision slow, many of them stop, and the horrible sound of a phone left on sound taking a picture. She could feel their eyes on her.

Judan stepped toward her and gave her shoulders a squeeze. He leaned down so that she could feel his strength and his warmth. "You can do this," he whispered into her ear, and then he was turned away from her, leading her on the leash with Caris beside him. Caline kept her eyes on the soles of Judan's shoes in front of her, faltering only once, when she saw Caris move in an odd way. Her eyes flickered up to him, and she saw that he had turned to look at her. He smirked when her eyes met his, all her misery and humiliation written across her face.

"Welcome to the city, sweetheart."

They walked for what felt like at least a quarter mile. Couldn't this asshat have sprung for a parking garage? Caline wondered. Or did these idiots waste all their inheritance and blood money on slaves?

Despite her efforts to hone in on Judan, she couldn't help but notice how many people seemed to slow or stop around her. Waiting at stop lights was agony. She pressed her body against Judan's, yet somehow some hand or other found a way to brush suggestively against her thighs or bottom.

A few times Judan noticed someone reach out while they were walking, and he'd yanked her to him, calling out, "No touching!" the first few times, and, "Watch it-she bites!" after that.

Finally, they came to a stop. Caris held the door, and Judan led her inside a dimly lit shop. The ground floor seemed to be little more than a lounge, with ornate rugs, a long, low blue velvet couch, silk lavender drapes, and a low marble table. Caline was relieved to be inside from the cold and prying eyes but felt increasingly anxious as she was led behind Caris and Judan down an ornate flight of steps.

The basement floor had marble floors and golden chandeliers.

"Wait," Judan whispered to her, and she dropped to the floor and assumed her stance. In the warm room, Caline suddenly felt clammy and couldn't stop herself from shivering and shaking. She dared to lift her lids slightly to look closer at the room and realized where she was: a lingerie shop. This information sunk in as Caline heard heels on the marble.

"Annaleigh!" She heard Caris greet the woman wearing the heels, and she heard his footsteps approach the heels. Both footsteps stopped, and she listened as they softly air kissed. Beside her, she heard Judan take a deep breath. He tugged up on her leash, and she stood on shaky feet.

Get yourself together, she told herself. You aren't being raped or tortured. You have a Master who wants to set you free, for God's sake! You found the needle in the hay stack of this nightmare. Be grateful.

"This is Caline," she heard Judan introduce her as she continued staring down at her feet. She heard the heels click again, and patent leather heels lined up with her own pathetic sneakers.

When she was around men, whether they were whipping, spanking, or force feeding her, usually Caline's loathing and fear toward them overpowered any other emotions. With Annaleigh facing her, seeing her glamorous high heels and the bottom of her beautiful tailored cigarette pants, smelling her expensive sandalwood and leather perfume, even without looking up knowing that she's impossibly tall and elegant, Caline was filled with nothing but bitter jealousy.

"Let's take a look at you," Annaleigh's voice had a smile in it. She cupped Caline's chin and lifted her head until Caline was looking up at her. Annaleigh was even more beautiful than Caline expected-wide amber eyes, light brown waves loosely pulled back, perfectly understated makeup, and what looked like a very expensive white button down tucked in and unbuttoned to reveal a lacy black corset underneath.

"What a pretty girl!" Annaleigh crooned, her face breaking into a smile, her white teeth flashing. "You got a third one?" she turned to Caris.

Caris shook his head, then nodded his chin toward Judan. "She's my nephew's."

"Ah," Annaleigh caught Caline's eyes again and gave another big smile. "What a lucky girl."

Caline's jaw clenched. What a stupid thing to say out loud to a sex slave, she though to herself. Of course, this is what she had been trying to convince herself. Maybe this woman was just trying to empathize with her circumstances.

"And what can we do for you today?" Annaleigh asked. Caline's breath caught, because even though Annaleigh's eyes shifted to Judan, she gently took both of Caline's hands in her own and gave them a squeeze. It was such a friendly, intimate gesture Caline wanted to cry, or hug Annaleigh, or squeeze her hands back so hard she broke them. Annaleigh's hands were so delicate and soft in her own, so different from every touch she'd received since she could remember, even Judan's gentle but most definitely masculine embraces.

Judan explained that Caline needed an outfit for Ander's upcoming party.

"Oh, how fun!" Annaleigh let go of Caline's hands and gave her a light hug. Pulling her back and then gently resting her hands on her shoulder blades to take a better look at her, she tried to reassure Caline by saying, "No one's going to be able to take their eyes off of you!"

Caline opened her mouth to protest, but Caris's cold glare stopped her from protesting out loud. "We . . . uh, want to try to keep a low profile. Satisfy Ander's curiosity for how she's doing with Judan, but Caline's a little skittish and has already spent more than enough time around Ander. We don't want to be too . . . flashy," he finished.

"Hmm," Annaleigh stepped back. She leaned back, a finger resting on her lips. "How about something innocent, angelic . . ." she snapped her fingers to show something had just clicked in her mind, "ethereal." Now she circled Caline, similar to what Caris had done in Judan's bedroom. "Annnd," everyone's eyes were on her rose red lips as she drew out the word. She walked toward Caris and put a light hand on the side of his neck. "How about," Annaleigh licked her lips and leaned in, "an outfit change," she breathed into his neck.

"Two outfits?" he asked her.

"Oh yes!" She walked back to Caline and ran her hand down her braid. "I see two fires burning in this one: one celestial and pure, the other dark and corrupted."

"So like a white outfit and a black and red outfit?" Judan asked in a flat tone. He seemed ready to roll his eyes at Annaleigh's performance and seemed obviously skeptical that she wasn't simply trying to push double the sales.

Annaleigh laughed lightly. "We'll just have to see!" Again, she faced Caline, who felt exceptionally naked and small next to this tall, well-dressed woman. "May I measure her?" she asked Judan, her hands already lightly stroking Caline's cheek and neck.

Judan hesitated a beat, then told her yes.

Annaleigh gently clapped her hands together in happiness. Was this just the happiest sex slave co-conspirator in existence, or what? Caline wondered.

"Okaaay, well let's just unclip this," she gingerly unhooked Caline's leash and handed it to Judan as if handing him his dog's bag of poop. "And now we get to play!" she flashed Caline another one of her killer smiles.

In retrospect, Caline realized it was idiotic for her to imagine Annaleigh bringing her into some private fitting room, quickly measuring her, and finally fitting her with a nice silky bra and panties.

Annaleigh did bring her into a smaller room, but it was still about as large as Judan's bedroom, and Judan and Caris came in with them.

"Kneal please!" Annaleigh told her. Caline waited on the floor as Annaleigh situated Caris and Judan on the plush dark velvet sofas in the room, bringing them drinks and refreshments, then excusing herself for a minute.

When Annaleigh stepped out, Judan set down his drink and crouched beside Caline. To her surprise, he kissed her cheek. "You're doing great, baby girl." He stroked the side of her face with his thumb. "I'm proud of you." He gave her another kiss on the forehead and stood to return to his spot just as Annaleigh re-entered, holding a clipboard and a tape measure around her shoulders like a stethoscope.

"Up please!" she told Caline in a sing-song voice.

Caline was barely on her feet before Annaleigh told her, "Raise your arms above your head," then gripped Caline's elbows and pulled her arms up higher when Caline gave a half-hearted attempt at following the directions. With her arms held up so far, her breasts pushed out and up, almost brushing Annaleigh as she moved in front of her.

As Caris and Judan watched, Annaleigh proceeded to measure directly below Annaleigh's breasts, first loosely and then with the measuring tape snug, jotting down the measurements when she was satisfied. "Mmm," Annaleigh murmured to herself as she measured. Caline noticed how soft and direct her touch was. "Just one more like this." Annaleigh proceeded to measure across the fullest part of Caline's breasts and nipples, and Caline noticed that her pussy was getting decidedly wet.

Annaleigh had Caline lower her arms and measured again, Caline shuddering with a tickle when Annaleigh's touch brushed against the sensitive inner part of her arm.

"Bend over at the hips and touch your palms to the floor." Caline blushed and felt her pussy juices flow onto her outer labia as she complied. She prayed no one could see or smell her. Annaleigh brought the measuring tape around Annaleigh's hanging breasts and noted the measurement at the middle of Caline's back.

"Alright, sunshine, lay down on your back."

Annaleigh kneeled and lay a length of measuring tape on the floor, and Caline lay down on the cold floor with the measuring tape across her back. Her breasts splayed to the side, and Annaleigh deftly measured, bringing the two lengths of the measuring tape together at Caline's left side.

Annaleigh dropped the tape and left Caline laying there as she made her final notation.

"Alright, that's it for bras. I'm also going to measure you for bottoms, okay?" The question was directed at Caline, but Annaleigh turned to Judan at the last word. Caline closed her eyes, but Judan must have nodded his consent because Annaleigh pulled her up, and the measuring tape was back.

Annaleigh measured Caline waist, hips, and around the fullest part of her bottom. Caline realized she was hearing a regular shuffling sound, and when she dared to glance over realized that Caris was stroking himself, his eyes glued to her body. She quickly looked away.

Annaleigh stepped out for a moment, and to Caline's mortification came back with a waffled cloth held out toward Caline's dripping pussy. "Let's just . . . clean you off for now, shall we? Step your legs apart." Annaleigh laughed, first dabbing off and wiping Caline with the warm wet side of the cloth and then the rougher dry side.

Caris chuckled. Caline looked over and saw that he was smirking at her, while Judan sat back on the couch, his right ankle on his left knee, his expression blank and unreadable.

"One more, sunshine," Annaleigh said, and proceeded to hold one end of the tape measure at her navel, then snake it through her legs and step behind her to measure the distance to her lower back, the tape loose against Caline's outer labia. Finally, the tape measure went back around Annaleigh's shoulders, and she beamed at Caline. "Great! I think we're going to have a lot of options in your size. Now for the fun part!"

Annaleigh stepped out for her longest time yet. Caline stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, not daring to look over at the men. By the sound of it, thank God Caris had stopped at least momentarily in his stroking.

When Annaleigh finally returned, her arms were laden with what looked like suspiciously small wisps of silk and lace, which she arranged carefully on the low table in front of the men.

"Alright sunshine, we have lots of options. Let's start with . . . this!"

If Caline expected finally having silky, comfortable undergarments, she was sorely mistaken. I would rather go naked, Caline kept telling herself, as Annaleigh dressed her in lace corsets that cupped her breasts but let them flow out, pushed out and up, over the top, or satin thongs with a long oval section missing, from Caline's clitoris to asshole.

Caline's cheeks warmed as Annaleigh dressed her in scandalous garment after garment, the worst part being Caris standing up at each outfit change and coming to get a closer look. Caline felt ready to burst into flames whenever he adjusted an elastic or seam, always brushing against her nipple, labia, or ass, since that's where all the clothes ended. Then, as Caline closed her eyes, he would take out his phone and take pictures of each outfit from every possible angle. Even worse, Annaleigh kept making suggestive comments possibly meant to be uplifting, such as, "Let's get those perky tits out!" or "Look at that pretty pink pussy!"

"Oh yes!" Annaleigh exclaimed for a few of the outfits, and she would urge Judan to get up and "take a look at your gorgeous sex slave!" Judan walked closer, stood in front of Caline, looked her up and down as she squeezed her hands into fists, and then kissed her cheek, saying, "You look beautiful. You're still you."

As Annaleigh's soft hands continued brushing softly against Caline's privates, sides, and neck, she felt the familiar ache in her lower stomach and the juices again pooling in her cunt. Several times Annaleigh laughed and dabbed Caline dry again to keep the lingerie clean.

Finally, Annaleigh got her way, and Judan agreed to two separate looks. The first was a white satin two-piece set with pale blue lace trim. The bralette cupped the bottom of her breasts, the seam rubbing along the bottom of her nipples, as an almost bridal white lace curtain enveloped her lower back and parted at her stomach. The high cut thong featured the cut-out Caline loathed and a ribbon at the back, and Annaleigh fitted her in a pair of silver strappy heels to match. The second was a one-piece black silk and lace thong bodysuit. A black underwire circled her entire breasts, but there was no fabric covering them. Annaleigh attached black garters to the bodysuit that pressed into Caline's thighs and connected to black silk stockings in stilettos so high Caline felt ready to topple over from simply standing in them.

"You're a vision," Annaleigh whispered to her and squeezed her hand.

Caline knelt at Judan's feet as Annaleigh stepped out to wrap up the garments in tissue paper and place them in a black box with a light blue bow that matched the lace on the white outfit. She brought the box back in with a triumphant smile and a credit card reader.

"I'll get this," Caris said, reaching for his wallet. He gave a low whistle when he saw the final balance but inserted his card without hesitation. "I threw in a blindfold and some feathers for free!" Annaleigh told him, and he laughed. "You make a hard sale, sweetheart," Caris told her.

Annaleigh clipped the card reader to the back of her pants and knelt down to be eye-to-eye with Caris as he was sitting. "There's another request I have, Caris."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

Annaleigh turned to Judan and gently stroked the top of Caline's head. "Your sex slave is so nervous and so turned on, Judan. Let me touch her."

Caline's mouth went dry as she realized what Annaleigh was asking.

"N-no I don't..." Judan started to protest, but Caris turned toward him.

"I think it's a great idea," Caris told him. "Caline has to get comfortable with her sexuality, especially with strangers, especially with an audience, and Annaleigh is a great initiator for that. You don't want Ander to get suspicious if she's not compliant and comfortable enough. This will be great practice. Plus I did just drop a small fortune for her to be presentable at Ander's party-you owe me."

Judan let out a bitter laugh in an exhale. "You're a manipulative asshole, you know that?" he asked his uncle, who laughed but didn't answer. Caline flinched at their lighthearted attitudes.

Judan ran his fingers through Caline's silky hair. "Look up at me, baby girl." Caline cautiously looked up, dreading what was to come. "I want you to give this a try, okay? I agree that I think it will help you in the long run, otherwise I wouldn't ask this of you."

Caline swallowed. A Master "asking" something of her wasn't a request: it was a command.

"Yes, Master," she breathed, and Annaleigh reached down to grip her arm.