The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 10
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Our various characters are moving on from the tumultuous Homecoming game, the dance, and the partying at the Club. Things aren’t all coming up roses. Enemies have been made, and new alliances will be required to deal with them.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Slavery Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Oral Sex BBW
‘How did I get here?’ Rachel Farnsworth wondered. She was on her back on the floor in the middle of the Parker’s living room while Ron Parker teased the lips of her pussy and her clit with the tip of his hard cock. She’d had that cock in her mouth for a while, but it hadn’t really been a blowjob and Ron hadn’t gotten off. Thinking about it blurrily, Rachel decided it had been more about tying her down to something while Abby went around behind her and got her out of her skirt and her panties. Ron had actually led her to the center of the room by backing up, his hand cupping the back of her head, keeping her from being able to disconnect her lips from it. The embarrassing part was that he didn’t have to hold her because she didn’t want to release it in the first place!
Now she was naked like the rest of them, on her back on a comforter that Abby had collected from somewhere because Ron had announced, ‘I don’t like rug burns.’ Ron was over her with one of her nipples in one hand and the other guiding the tip of his cock all over her embarrassingly wet crotch while his eyes held hers. He was grinning at her, flaunting his control – and she was passively allowing it. Why? Because nothing else in the world mattered but the act that they were on the verge of starting!
“You’re pretty furry,” Ron mused.
“Yes.” Rachel blushed. She needed a trim, bad, actually – her pubic bush was a hedge – and she had curlies all the way to her anus.
“I like hair. It means you’re a woman, not somebody’s ten-year-old,” Ron mused, “but you’re going to want to clean it up.” His eyes bored into hers.
“Uh huh.” Rachel stared back, thinking, ‘Do it! Put it in me!’ Her mouth couldn’t say that – she was too inhibited – but her eyes did, and Ron could read them. It was time to push some more.
“Do you know why Abby calls me ‘Sir?’” he asked.
“N-nooo...” ‘Do I want to?’ Rachel wondered.
“Abby is sort of a submissive. That means she likes serving a master. Abby doesn’t have a master right now, but I borrow her on occasion so we can both have a little fun, because I don’t have a slave, either, right now.” He grinned at Rachel. “I don’t own you, either, but you’re a submissive, it looks like. Why don’t YOU call me ‘Sir?’”
“Uuuhhh...” Rachel gazed at him blankly.
“Ask me for what you want. Say ‘please.’ Call me ‘Sir,’” Ron directed. He resumed rubbing his cock on Rachel’s soaking wet vulva.
“P-please, Sir, make love to me!” Rachel croaked.
“Well, it’s a good start, but we aren’t lovers,” Ron mused. “Ask me to fuck you instead.”
Rachel recoiled. “That’s a rude word!”
“It’s accurate. We’re going to have intercourse, and we hardly know one another. You need to get away from romance and settle for a little animal passion.” Ron reached down with two fingers and rubbed what Rachel thought of as her ‘love button’ rapidly between them. “Go on.”
His eyes were hypnotic. “Please. Fuck me, Sir!”
“Good! Very good! You’ll be trained in no time!” Ron plunged his cock into her.
Rachel opened her mouth to scream, but Ron covered it. There was the initial surprise and the overwhelming cascade of sensations. Ron was in and out three times, not slowly, by any means, but not fast, either, boring her unused pussy out, before he set up a stroke.
Rachel never got her legs under her, so to speak. She wasn’t ready for Ron’s attack – or maybe she was TOO ready! Ron got in about ten strokes before orgasm hit Rachel like a tsunami, tossing her here and there, inundating her, shorting out her nervous system, leaving her breathlessly clutching Ron, gasping and moaning. Rachel didn’t remember EVER having sex like this! Okay, it had been a while, but her ex just hadn’t generated this kind of urgency, not even while they were dating! Thurman had never been like this – he’d always been slow and gentle and considerate and had never seemed to lose control, even at orgasm – and he’d left Rachel wanting something ... something she’d never been able to put her finger on.
This Ron ... he wasn’t gentle and he wasn’t solicitous. He led her – almost DRAGGED her – along with him to where he was going. Thurman had been very giving, but Ron was a taker. Shuddering in orgasm, her eyes locked on Ron’s, Rachel realized instinctively that that had been the problem with Thurman: he and she were both givers. Givers take, but not very well, and takers give, but not as often. Rachel needed a taker – and Ron was a SERIOUS taker – but he gave THIS in the process!
Ron pulled up to be vertical and collected Rachel’s somewhat droopy tits in his hands. They were the type that appeared to have been bigger at some point, but shrank and slid a bit as a result, capped by thick, brown nipples. Ron collected them in such a way as to be able to rub those nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while using them to pull himself into her. Did it hurt Rachel? Ron couldn’t tell, really, but she wasn’t bitching about it and he didn’t care enough to ask.
“Grab your knees and open up!” he directed. “I’m drilling for pussy oil!”
It never occurred to Rachel to argue – she just grabbed her knees and opened herself up to him, presenting herself to be plundered, grunting softly at the impacts of his pubic bone on hers.
It was all there in her face; Ron could see it. Rachel had come to his door, her face tight with a certain tension that she had no outlet for – but the lines burned in her face by that tension had cleared as she recovered from her first orgasm, and surrendered herself fully to him. Now, another type of tension was evident on her face: the tension of someone in the grip of passion, working her way toward the goal of intense pleasure.
‘Abby was right!’ he thought. ‘This one is a natural-born slave... ‘ He grinned to himself. Next time, he would make her fight for her orgasms and work to earn them, but tonight, he would bait the trap the way a drug dealer created addicts: by providing free pleasure. He pounded her, getting his, but not going out of his way to hurt her or make things unpleasant.
Was he hurting her? A bit, sometimes – but Rachel was learning that sex was more primal than just seeking pleasure, and that her urges weren’t going to be compromised by a little twinge here and there. The tugs on her breasts, the occasional rougher pinch of Ron’s fingers, did nothing to interfere with her enjoyment of the act and may even have improved it! Thurman had been gentle – excessively gentle – and as a result, he just hadn’t brought the intensity to the act that Rachel needed. But Ron did. He was making her ‘give it up,’ and that worked for Rachel!
Ron looked up and Abby was there in front of them, rubbing her pussy. “You were right; it’s all right there!” he puffed. Rachel was soft, moldable – a submissive who had never been exposed to domination. She was a blank canvas, more or less, for Ron to turn into a masterpiece.
“Yes,” Abby agreed. “But her gain is my loss!”
Ron blinked, trying to decide what Abby meant – and went with the obvious. Rachel was getting dick and Abby wasn’t!
“Make her pay you back, then. Rachel, close your eyes and stick out your tongue.”
“Mmmm?” Rachel’s brain worked to process the input, but she was so close...
“Close your eyes,” Ron directed. Rachel did so. “Stick out your tongue.” Rachel did that. She was starting to whine urgently.
“She’ll run, afterward,” Abby mused.
“She’s gonna, anyway,” Ron puffed.
“She’ll stay gone longer.”
“But my work ... will be done ... for me ... when she comes back ... won’t it?” Ron puffed.
Abby shrugged and settled her pussy over Rachel’s face.
‘That smell... ‘ Rachel’s tongue came into contact with surfaces the likes of which it had never encountered before. The taste... “OMIGOD!” Rachel froze.
Ron stopped dead. “You pulled your tongue in, didn’t you, Rachel? Lick Abby’s twat like a good girl.”
“I don’t DO that!” The fact that it was a little muffled didn’t keep Rachel’s horror from bleeding through.
“You do now – or I stop what I’m doing!” Ron remonstrated. Rachel’s hands were claws and she tugged at him, trying to get him going. “You came here looking for something, and I think I’ve delivered. You’ve been a good girl, and you’ve been rewarded, but if you want any more, you need to keep BEING a good girl and do as I say! Otherwise, you can kiss that orgasm you’ve been chasing goodbye.”
“I can’t!” Rachel was beside herself – she’d been SO CLOSE! But what he was asking...
“You CAN!” Ron barked. “Do as you’re told, or I’ll get up off you and fuck Abby and you’ll do without!”
There was something in his tone ... Rachel’s tongue speared up into Abby’s vagina without her really thinking about it. Rachel was in the grip of a predator, but the stick came with a carrot. As soon as Abby grunted in surprise, Ron’s hips started moving and relief flowed through Rachel. ‘I can do this... ‘
“That’s it,” Ron’s voice was soothing, approving. “Suck her clit. Make her happy. You took away her dick – you owe her. You’ll get yours.”
He was up and moving again, smoothly – and Rachel, the barrier broken, was sucking and licking, correctly linking her efforts to his. Rachel had surrendered, totally, and there was no armistice. Ron was plundering her. There was something so seductively satisfying about it. Rachel wanted to do this forever – and if it meant sucking the other woman’s private parts, providing her pleasure, she would do that. Totally free, relieved of the requirement to resist Ron in any way, Rachel rose rapidly to an even bigger peak than anticipated, lurching and screaming into Abby’s cunt!
Ron kept pounding. This wasn’t about getting his; it was about totally dominating Rachel, addicting her to him. He reached inside himself for that reservoir of self-control that a true Dominant possesses – the one that allows him to rise above others and control THEM because he can control HIMSELF – and powered on, stroking Rachel, reading the cues in her responses, maximizing things for her, addicting her to the pleasure that only he could provide. Abby leaned on him, kissing his neck while she rubbed her pussy on Rachel’s face, getting an orgasm while Rachel learned the fine points of making another woman happy, and then another as Rachel did her homework. And Rachel came and came and came ... Abby got up, momentarily sated, at least. Rachel was out of it, delirious, over-stimulated beyond her ability to cope. It was time to finish the job. Ron leaned down and collected Rachel’s face, orienting her on him, stopping the random movement of her head from side to side while she shook and shuddered. Locking her vacant eyes to his, he bored in, “I’m going to breed you now! I’m going to commit the final act of ownership! You’re mine now, Rachel! You can run, but you can’t hide, because the person chasing you will be the one you look at in the mirror! I’m going to shoot you full of my seed!”
If Rachel’s mindset had been anything approaching sanity, she’d have been horrified! She wasn’t protected! She hadn’t had sex in YEARS and the pill messed up your metabolism for no reason, so she’d stopped bothering with it. But she WASN’T sane and she WAS in the grip of pure animal passion, so her response was to clutch herself to her new mate!
Ron went looking for his at that point, something relatively easy with Rachel’s pussy rippling in an almost continuous orgasmic cycle. He hammered into her, holding her eyes with his, virtually hypnotizing her, until the trigger in him tripped and his capacitor discharged, blasting a flood of his seed into the narrow woman in huge gouts! Rachel felt it – felt his cock pulse and discharge, and felt that discharge impact the gateway to her womb – and her eyeballs rolled up in her head and she fainted dead away!
Ron humped and grunted and gushed, then relaxed and settled back to enjoy the milking action of Rachel’s cunt on his cock. “That went well,” he puffed.
“I’d say!” Abby tittered. “You’re not going to need much help with her – she’s a broken thing. She’s gonna wake up and run, but she won’t be able to stay away. She’ll probably come back and accuse you of all kinds of things ... and come meekly when you take her by the wrist.”
Ron laughed. “Think so?”
“Yes. It’s going to take time for her to get over the shock, but then her cravings will work on her. After that she’ll have to work up some righteous indignation. Then it’s up to you how far you want to entertain yourself by listening to her rant before you roll over her and punish her for it.” Abby smiled. “The minute you take charge, though, all of the fight will leach out of her and she’ll be a lamb. I never saw anyone who wanted to be owned more in my life!”
Ron scratched his chest. “She’s not you. She’s not Slut.”
“No. She’s very passive. That tension in her is a result of having to put up a public face, a wall against the world. She won’t need that with you, so she will just abdicate all responsibility and place herself in your hands.”
“I don’t want to have to babysit her.”
“You won’t have to,” Abby replied, smiling crookedly. “It will be the other way around – she’ll wait on you hand and foot. All she wants is a little attention and approval.” After a pause, she added, “We’re alike in that. We’re ALL alike in that, I think.”
“So ... After-care, I think,” Ron mused.
“Yeah. Go gentle on her, be approving. She was a good girl and she can come back. You know how, instinctively. She’ll leave happy and be all right until she wakes up and realizes what she’s done. Then she’ll get all knotted up about it for a while, because it is against what she was taught was right and wrong. After a while, though, she will begin to prepare herself for her eventual position.”
“Which is?” Ron knew the answer, but Abby explained things so well. Ron didn’t have the words – he operated on instinct.
“That right and wrong are what you say they are ... but you knew that.” Abby grinned at him, well-aware that he was just letting her blather on.
“Okay, go get her a warm washcloth.”
“Yes, Sir.” Abby swept to her feet smoothly and padded out.
“I seem to be a collector for skinny, homely women,” Ron mused. “They fuck pretty good, though.”
Rachel awoke to the feel of a warm washrag on her private parts, while another gently wiped Abby’s secretions from her face. The one at her face withdrew, revealing Abby – and Ron, wiping her private parts.
“You’re back, I see,” he said, his voice reflecting quiet approval. “Had a good time, did you?”
“Yes.” Rachel’s voice was a croak. She was going to be sore – she WAS sore – but it was unimportant.
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