Caline cleaned up while Judan and Caris went into the study to talk.
She hated to admit it, but cleaning and organizing helped her feel calm and in-control. Caris could force her to eat from a dog bowl, but she could make the kitchen as sparkling and beautiful as she wanted it to be.
The men didn't close the door, and she could make out some words despite their low tones. They were talking about her, going through the stack of papers provided by Ander and the training facility, and mentioning Judan's father and Ander quite a bit. Last night Judan had assured her that there was almost nothing about her past in the papers--only her demographics and some medical history.
When the kitchen was clean, Caline fretted about the rest of the house, but it was nearly spotless. Finally, Judan called her into the study when he saw her pass by the doorway several times. Caline momentarily regretted not finding some dark corner of the house to hide in, hoping Caris would forget about her for as long as possible, but a part of her wanted the horror of knowing what was in store for her already. She was tired of kneeling and waiting for hours and days. She was ready for something--anything--to happen already.
"Stop," Caris commanded when she took a step inside the room. Judan sat at a large desk while Caris lounged comfortably in a wingbacked leather armchair. "Crawl to your Master," Caris told her, motioning with his hand toward Judan. So, even in the world of these masters of fates, her ownership had been once again transferred. Caline fell to her hands and knees and focused on the polished wood floor in front of her as she crawled toward Judan until finally her temple brushed the outside of his knee.
"Good girl," Judan murmured, pushing his fingers through her long, silky hair. A pink flush came to Caline's cheeks. He was trying out the role of a master, she realized. He was doing it cautiously and sweetly, but nevertheless her would-be saviour was flexing his muscles in the role of a sex slave owner.
"You wanted to know if she really knows the positions from the training manual," Caris said to Judan. "Here's your chance."
Caline still hadn't looked up. She felt Judan take a deep breath and heard him flip through some papers on his lap.
"Sit," he said.
Caline dropped her butt to her ankles, sat up, and held her elbows below her back.
"Wait."
She moved her hands to her thighs and left them palm up, completely open to her Master. She felt the moistness gathering in her exposed pussy and her bare nipples hardening. She clenched her jaw.
"Present."
Caline closed her eyes for several seconds. She let out a long breath, then shifted onto her back, her knees bent and wider than her hips, her feet lifted off the floor by her hands at the backs of her knees. Caline felt Judan's eyes on her crudely exposed sex.
Judan turned a page in whatever training manual he held before him. "Present the other way."
Caline shuddered. "Present from the back," is what they'd said in training. She hated this one. She got back on her hands and knees, this time her pert bottom facing Judan. She snaked her right hand between her legs and held her index and middle finger in a v-shape framing her cunt.
Judan hesitated, then told her, "Bow."
She turned on her knees to face Judan this time, placed both palms flat on the ground on either side of her head, then lowered her forehead to the floor just in front of Judan's shoes.
"Bow and lick."
She lifted her head a few inches and licked the toe of his Soucony's.
Judan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Bend over my lap."
Thoroughly humiliated, Caline stood to her full height but kept her eyes on the floor, then walked to the side of Judan's chair and bent over the left armrest. It was high enough to lift her hips and leave her on the balls of her feet, her torso stretched across the chair, her breasts swinging into Judan's right thigh, with her arms folded on the opposite armrest to bury her head into.
Judan placed one reassuring hand on the back of her head, light but firm, and the other on her lower back. He lightly ran his finger along the miniscule hairs on the small of her back, causing irrepressible tingles that made her hips buck. She heard both men chuckle and bit her lower lip. Judan's feather touch continued down along her left butt cheek. She squirmed, and her breath caught as Judan suddenly pulled his hand back, then slapped her firmly on the fleshy part of her bottom.
"More?"
Caline burned. "Yes, Master," she breathed into her arms. It was too delicious. Who had said that? Her, Caline?? What other words were possible?
Two more slaps on her bottom, and to her horror some puppet master she couldn't see made her hips buck to meet them more firmly! What was wrong with her? Judan ran the very tip of his thumb just outside the cleft between her butt cheeks, and she shuddered, her hands gripping tightly to the arm rest.
"Spread your legs more."
She moved onto her tip toes and stepped her legs farther apart. Judan's large hand cupped her sex, his fingertips at her pelvic mound. She knew that he could feel her heat and probably the plentiful juices dripping into his palm.
She moaned as he dipped two fingers just inside, pooling some of her wetness, then rubbing the slick liquid from her clit all the way up to the bump of her coccyx. She shuddered at the intimacy and humiliation.
Judan pushed against Caline's shoulder, forcing her to stand almost upright so that he could stand from the chair. She looked to him in confusion, but he pushed her head back down and back to the position she'd been in previously, only this time he took several steps to stand behind her. The stack of papers he'd been holding fell to the floor.
