Byron was dealing with something every parent has to deal with sooner or later: an adolescent become a headstrong young adult. That comes with risks at any rate, but for a family of slavers, the risks were worst than most. Even with his own father forced to live abroad out of reach of extradition, he'd been lucky so far — things could go much worse for a trainer who underestimates a girl.
When Dane saw Ana coming on command, taking degradation and pain like a pro, and responding meekly to the idea that she'd spend her life as a slave, he'd just seen a natural submissive showing her gifts. And he wasn't wrong — not entirely. Ana fell into the role naturally. There was some part of her that liked it, and she accepted that part almost instinctively.
Those kinds of girls could be the most dangerous.
Training a girl who fought back was straightforward, because she experienced a conflict: either she'd escape, or she'd be broken and enslaved. All a trainer had to do was be consistent, apply sufficient rewards and punishments, and sooner or later, she'd be his entirely.
But if a girl took to the submission too easily, it might not conflict with her desire for freedom. She'd simply fall into her role as completely as she could, until she found just the right opportunity to attack or escape. And her hapless master, thinking her broken to his will, wouldn't even see it coming
Byron hadn't seen Ana's act of rebellion, but he'd seen her soon afterwards. She didn't act like a girl who'd been recently thwarted by someone she desperately wanted to escape, but like a bystander to her own actions, baffled that she'd ever resisted at all.
He worried her next rebellion would be cleverer and better thought out. Her luscious, helpless sensuality seemed to hide a kind of sang froid, and Dane was falling for it entirely. Byron didn't want to intervene more than necessary, but he was damned if he'd let the two of them get caught because his boy was too infatuated to listen.
The boy had good instincts at least. He'd picked up on Ana's triggers quickly, and had done a great job of harnessing her desire to protect her friends to deepen her submission and cooperation. But it all just felt a little too easy to Byron, and that made him nervous.
He quietly descended the stairs, and switched the light on in the living room. Ana's beautiful body twitched gently in the frame, her breasts and belly undulating, and her breath whistling through the nose holes in the hood. In the quiet of the room, he could just barely make out the buzz of the vibrator, rising and falling, but could follow it in the subtle motions of her body.
She seemed to drift off to sleep as the vibrations tapered away to nothing, as if they were one device. Slick thighs twitched gently in her sleep, as he knelt down before her, inhaling the sweet scent.
Byron enjoyed women, but at this stage of training, sex was usually just a tool to him. Even the blowjob from Ana, enjoyable as it had been, was mostly a way to evaluate her reactions and push her training a little further. But as the vibrator slowly came to life and the captive hips began their ceaseless, helpless grind, he was seized by an almost violent desire to take her.
But no, he'd been trying to instill responsibility in the boy, and that included respect for another's property. It would be bad enough when Dane learned about the allies his father had recruited, and the ways they were keeping things running smoothly behind the scenes. Using the toy's cunt without Dane's permission would be unprofessional, even if they were only playing at Byron being Dane's underling.
Dane had only consented to Byron using his hands on the slave's lower holes, so that would have to do for now.
