Billy returns to Karen’s house

Karen had demanded he return to work on Friday, 2pm sharp. And so that was when Billy returned. It meant he had only had one day to recover after Anna’s intense domination - and he didn’t get to recover very much.

In the first place, he had only woken up deep into the afternoon on Thursday, having slept through the entire morning on his bedroom floor. With the door left open.

On her way to the stairs, Anna passed by Billy’s room and saw him there. Her once-scary big bro, still out cold on the floor, in plain view. She had a quiet chuckle to herself. It seemed he would be missing breakfast.

His big, muscular body was sprawled out on the floor, right where she had left him… His messy tangle of bedsheets still in disgrace behind him, after their scuffle on the bed. Anna had felt so anxious when Billy actually started to fight back against her, but she had clearly done a real number on him. Outsmarted him, outwrestled him, outlasted him. It felt like every interaction she had with Billy these days left her feeling more confident, and powerful as fuck. Like she could do anything.

Anything.

When Billy finally woke up, he was groggy and sluggish, and spent the rest of that day just trying to rest and recover. Eating, drinking water, trying not to exert himself or move around too much. Just trying to deal with what his annoying little sister had done to him after her ambush the previous night.

It helped. A little. But he was definitely still feeling it on Friday - both physically, and mentally.

Shame overwhelmed him every time he recalled the things that Anna had done to him… What she’d made him confess to. That smug look on her fucking face…

When he reached Karen’s extravagant house, he was greeted at the door by his gorgeous bitch of an owner, as usual. She already had his jobs for the day ready for him. Jobs which Billy got to work completing to the best of his ability… For about twenty minutes. What followed those twenty minutes was three more hours of sloppy, disgraceful, slow work. His hands trembled, his arms were heavy, his mind foggy.

Maybe he should have asked Karen for a break. But he wasn’t sure how she would take that. Or how he could ask it in the first place. “Sorry, my little sister beat the shit out of me the other night, can I try this again later?”

Besides, facing Karen was more difficult, now that he had told Anna about that first defeat the wealthy bitch had given him… All he could think every time he saw Karen’s pretty features curl into a sneer, was “Anna knows”. The thought brought a chill to his spine. He had no idea what that nerdy brat might have planned, but he sure she intended to humiliate him even more.

And so, Billy worked for as long as he could, which wasn’t very long at all. Making mistakes, fumbling at every task. Trying not to stare at the fit blonde milf as she ordered him around her expansive home.

It was in the middle of a lifting job that his body finally gave out. Carrying several boxes up and down the stairs, filled with a blend of objects Selena and Karen had recently purchased, objects which were coming back from cleaning, or objects that they just wanted moved from one room to another. It was hard work on his poor muscles, and partway through, his muscles quit.

Billy stumbled up the last step with a gasp and dropped the box he was carrying, his arms finally failing him and his legs coming very close to doing the same. The box hit the floor and a collection of stuffed toys for Selena fell out, spilling onto the carpet. He just couldn’t carry it any longer. His arms wouldn’t let him.

“Ohhhhh…” Billy moaned, quietly, arms swaying by his sides, heavy and exhausted. He was trying everything he could to just keep his feet under him.

He was just so worn down… Too weak to even carry things. He was an athlete, with a body like a demigod, and yet…

Billy’s legs finally gave out. The young man collapsed from exhaustion on the spot. His body just had nothing left. He at least had the presence of mind to aim his fall so that he wouldn’t land flat on his face, instead thudding his back into the wall and sliding down to a sitting position. His legs were so weak, like jello. He wasn’t fit to be the sole laborer on such a job-filled day, not in his current state.

A few moments later, Karen poked her head out impatiently from the room he was meant to bring the box into. And there Billy was, slumped against the wall, looking exhausted. The box of goods laying on the floor in front of him.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“What are all those muscles for?” she asked, a look of disgust on her face as she regarded his collapsed form. “Do I need to give you some more motivation, brat?”

“I… I’m sorry…” Billy moaned. “I’m just… I feel so… Weeeaaakkkk…”

The final word passed his lips in a breathy sigh, and Billy’s eyes slowly fluttered closed as sleep took him.

“You ARE weak,” Karen scoffed bitterly. “You’re slow, you’re weak, and you- Billy!” Karen snarled, as she finally noticed he had drifted off.

She stepped out of the room and angrily marched over to him, stomping hard enough to make Billy tremble if only he had been conscious.

“Wake up!” she barked, snapping her fingers in front of his peaceful expression, her wealthy hands so close to his hanging head. “I’m not done with you!”

No response. Karen glared down at him with anger.

“Wake up!” she repeated, slapping him hard across the face. Billy’s eyes opened again. Glazed and distant, but open. “You’re not here to sleep. You’re here to work. So get up, and work!”

On shaky legs, Billy pushed himself up to his feet with a moan. But even that much strain left him teetering, leaning on the wall behind him for support.

He had really been fucked up the day before last. Carly pounded him to a near-knockout, Coach Lucy put him to sleep, Anna ass-smothered him out, then pounded him **** bareknuckle… Add to that the exhausting club workout, the impromptu wrestling with Anna, and the labor of today… He was spent. A day’s recovery in between wasn’t enough, not the way Karen was working him. He had nothing left. It was all he could do just to stand up, swaying gently.

Karen crossed her arms and tapped her foot expectantly, waiting for him to get back to work.

“Well?” she snapped.

“I… I can’t…” Billy admitted. “I’m… I’m useless, I… I just need to… Rest…”

“You’re not here to rest,” Karen shot back. “When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it.”

She waited for Billy to either reply, or to pick up the box, but neither happened. He just stood in front of her, eyes glazed and distant, mouth open and looking like a zombie.

Karen’s scowl deepened. She looked up and down the handsome young man who was refusing her orders, drinking in his strong build, his expression, his swaying…

What an utterly pathetic sight.

Had her treatment really turned him into this? She would have thought he had more staying power. She hadn’t been working him THAT hard. She eyed him up with disgust.

She had allowed him ONE day to return to his boxing club, and he came back to her like this… Drained down to nothing. Pathetic. Young men were meant to have better recovery than this. But it was clear that he didn’t, and that he could do no more work for her on this day. An irritating shame, given how many more jobs she had planned for him to complete.

Karen sighed, shaking her head. Her voice took on a softer tone.

“Alright then, Billy… You need rest?”

Billy nodded dumbly, absorbing her gentle voice like a sponge.

“Okay, Billy. Then rest. Just lie down…” Karen spoke, her soft voice soothing his brain.

“Guhhhh…” Billy moaned. Glad to be off his feet again, Billy lowered himself to the floor, slowly sliding down the wall again.

“That’s it… Down you go…” Karen continued in a soft, affectionate tone. Watching him go, right before her eyes. “Just lay down… And sleep. Yes, Billy. Sleeeeeep…”

Billy’s butt his the floor, then slid a little further. His shoulders propped up by the wall, with the rest of his strong body stretched out and laying across the floor.

“Sleeeeep…” Karen repeated, cooing. “Go away now, Billy. Back into your mind. Sleep for me. Sleeeeeep…”

Billy was so worn out, he just couldn’t resist Karen’s relaxing voice. He didn’t want to. The tone Karen was using was like being read a bedtime story. Warm, comforting, disarming… Some part of Billy’s brain locked the memory away, forming a strong, permanent association between that tone of Karen’s voice and relaxation and rest. In the future, Karen might be able to defeat him with just her gentle words.

“Sleeeeep…” she repeated, softly, bent forwards at the hips with her arms crossed, gently guiding this young man to pass out in the middle of her upstairs hallway. “That’s a good boy… Sleeeeeepp…”

With a soft sigh, Billy’s body slackened as he drifted off wordlessly on the floor of Karen’s house - Submitting to the queen bitch’s command. Talked to sleep.

She sneered, watching him slowly fade until he was sound asleep. His eyes dulled, then the heavy lids sank down… His open jaw fell just a little lower… His head bobbed down, and hid propped-up body slid a little further down the wall… And he was out. Out cold.

His strong chest shifted slowly with his ****, sighing breathing. Karen shook her head, arms crossed.

“Shameful,” Karen commented, in her usual superior tone of voice. She was beginning to wonder if she had gotten all she could get out of their little arrangement. Perhaps the boy simply had nothing left to offer her.

She regarded the sleeping slumped boxing champion as she considered this. Between his complaints of brain fog, his obviously drained energy, and now his inability to do housework, had she done too much damage to the boy?

Karen had hoped he would be able to provide her a challenge. Dismantling him in the boxing ring had been extremely rewarding, and she had been looking forward to a second boxing match with the so-called champ. Looking forward to reliving the elusive thrills of that first satisfying beatdown.

Billy had been a very useful worker before this recent breaking down of his body. And for a while, it had looked like he was on track to putting up a good fight again. But it was becoming more and more clear that something had to change. Either Karen needed to give him a chance to recover, or she needed to cut him loose. She stared down at the exhausted, sleeping young man on the floor of her house, and weighed her options.

Karen’s eyebrow cocked as she noticed a small line of drool escaping from between his open lips. She rolled her eyes.

“Ugh,” she grunted.

What a disgustingly sleepy young man. It was unthinkable that this was the same boy who had once stood confidently across from Karen, and almost beaten her in a fight. In fact, this boy had been the more sensible choice of winner, at the time. What an absurd sight he had become now. Karen was embarrassed even looking at him, flopped down and sleeping at her feet when he should have been working.

That was it. Karen had made up her mind.