Chapter 12: Girls Night In
Hello, my lovely perverts. Thanks for the kind feedback, and for sticking with me through this long story. It's been a while, so here's a quick recap of the last few chapters. Feel free to skip to the chapter if you don't need it. As always, this is just fantasy:
Byron and Dane went out to look over the site where they took Ana and make sure they didn't leave any evidence of their nefarious deeds, leaving Ana alone in a sinister bondage and training device.
While they were out, Ana nearly escaped thanks to a loose bolt, but was caught by Karl, a fellow slaver and her parents former handyman who was supposedly just stopping by with a housewarming present for her new "roommates." After taking some shocking liberties with Ana, Karl left behind some gifts: a buttplug, an invite to a party at his house, and his slave, Goldie, or as Ana quickly learns to call her, Miss.
Meanwhile, Karl sent Tilly to spy on the boys, apparently to make sure his new neighbors weren't getting sloppy and inviting unwanted scrutiny of his own unsavory activities. The boys catch, capture her, and take her to Ana's house, where she introduces them to Goldie, and cautions them to keep an eye on her; the former athlete turned slave is a fantastic trainer, but a very forceful personality, and a very particular idea of what a slave should be, as Ana soon finds out.
Byron agreed to drive Tilly to Karl's leaving Ana alone with Dane and Goldie. The dominatrix-slave made a big impression on Dane and a bigger impression on poor Ana, who she was determined to train into a cow for her master. Goldie promised to keep Ana's escape to herself, but immediately told Dane to help convince him the slave needed a firmer hand. Ana still thinks Goldie is keeping her secret, something the woman will use as leverage over her "little cow."
"Jesus, what did you do to her, Byron?"
"Nothing I didn't want, Karl," Tilly replied, closing the front door. "Besides, Byron was a perfect gentleman. It's his son who needs to learn some manners."
"You're being too hard on him," Dane chimed in. "He didn't even damage your blouse, aside from cutting off the buttons, and saved those for you. Just have one of your girls fix it."
"You've got my very last girl, dear. Fortunately, I have the time to fix it myself."
"Really?" Byron asked. "Karl, I knew you were settling into retirement, but the way your ladies talk, I'd think you still had quite the operation going."
"Oh, a little business now and then, but between Tilly and Goldie, I'm busy enough for an old man. You, on the other hand, have your hands full. How's it going with the boy?"
"You two tell me."
"He handled himself well in the field this afternoon," Tilly said. "And he reads people reasonably well. It didn't take him long to suspect that we have... a history."
Karl smirked. "I'm not going to find any marks tonight, am I?"
"Aside from the rope marks on my wrists, you mean? None that you didn't put there yourself, dear," Tilly replied, dryly. "If Byron didn't have pressing matters to attend, I'd suggest we change that."
"Something to look forward to," Byron said, squeezing her shoulder.
She pouted. "Not at the party, but soon. Goldie has already seen me tied up by you once, and that was more than enough. Besides, I shall only have eyes for Ana."
Goldie licked her lips. "Has she had many female lovers? Wait no, I'd rather ask her myself."
Byron sighed and shook his head. "So, Karl, how are we doing so far?"
"Well, missing Ana's glasses during the snatch was sloppy, and you guys almost caught a witness. Pretty girl, too," he mused. "In fact, there's a collector I know, who-"
"Sweetie, no," Tilly chided.
Karl cleared his throat. "Right, sorry. Anyway, it wasn't bad for his first mission, but 'not too bad' gets you in jail. Just make sure he understands he's not ready to go off on his own yet."
"Oh, I will. Did we miss anything else?"
Karl shrugged. "I found a couple threads and scraps from her clothing, but in that no one even knows she's gone, you guys did alright. How's she settling in?"
"A little too easily. She's very submissive, and I think the boy underestimates her. I'm worried either he'll let his guard down for her or he'll be unprepared for the next."
Karl and Tilly shared a glance.
"Well, he didn't do too badly when I met him," Karl said. "I hope a stranger finding her glasses put the fear of God in the boy. How long did it take for him to catch on?"
"I might have given him a little nudge, but Dane's a bright one -- he figured out what you wanted pretty quickly," Byron said, modestly.
"Good, glad he's smart," Karl said, gruffly. "It would be shit luck to be careless
and
dumb."
"What does that mean?" Byron asked in a measured tone.
"Well, you're right about him underestimating her. Your girl managed to almost get a wrist loose. Another five or ten minutes on her own, and she'd have done it.
"I've known Ana for a long time -- she's smart, but cerebral -- she's no escape artist, she's no athlete, and she's way out of her depth here. That means someone on your end really fucked up."
"Oh shit, Karl."
Karl nodded. "I know that he's 18, and thinks the world is his. We've all been young, dumb, and full of cum. But I'm in this with you, too. So is Tilly, and so is Goldie, you understand?"
"Of course, Karl. It won't happen again."
"Hey, no harm done, and it was more than worth it for a few minutes with Ana. Just keep your eyes open is all I ask."
"Is that why you left Goldie with us?"
"Yeah, mostly."
"Oh, come off it Karl," Tilly scoffed.
"I said, 'mostly.' Goldie's a great trainer -- maybe the best I've seen. Let's say I want to keep her skills sharp and help my good friend set his son up for success. Besides, I'm hoping I can talk the boy into a sale; Goldie trains 'em just how I like, boy howdy."
"I don't think there's much chance of that, is there, Byron?" Tilly asked.
"Yeah, he's smitten. And to be fair, she really is something. I'm okay with him keeping his first catch -- she's a natural, and it will make it a lot easier to keep the house for operations. Still, I wish he'd act a little more like a trainer and a little less like a smitten boy. If he.... Why are you two smiling?"
"Ana's not the only one out of her depth, Byron," Tilly said. "Suffice it to say, I'm sure Goldie has them both well in hand. I would not want to be Ana right now," Tilly said.
"Well, maybe for a few hours," she added with a smile. Byron frowned. "Is there anything you want to tell me about her?"
"No, I don't think so. Karl?"
"Nothing I can think of. She's a straight arrow, that Goldie."
"Unbelievable," Byron shook his head.
"I told you what you need to know when I introduced you, Byron," Tilly said. "She's a very strict and skilled trainer, she's sufficiently loyal, she loves her work, and she has a very dominant personality. But she also has a very particular idea of how a slave should be, which may not align with yours or Dane's. Keep an eye on the two of them, and none of that will be a problem."
Karl chuckled. "Tell that to Ana."
"Poor, sweet Ana." Tilly replied wistfully.
