The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 12
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
Maddie talked to Hank, who called Toby. “Maddie’s dad is insane. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.”
“It was kind of predictable, I guess,” Toby mused.
“Yeah, well, Maddie’s mama says he thinks he’s a woman. She wants to talk to somebody about that.”
“Oh.” Fernando’s punishment had gone down before Amy’s arrival, so Toby had been winging it. Fernando had surprised them by being more messed up than they’d anticipated, and since Toby couldn’t read men, they’d been slow to realize it. Fernando’s journals had told the tale. The man had been paranoid FOREVER, but they MIGHT have pushed him in the direction that he ultimately went. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to take the heat.”
“I’ve got no sympathy,” Hank grunted. “He was dangerous!”
“Still is, probably,” Toby mused. “Still...”
“Yeah, I guess.” They’d meant to punish him, not drive him mad. “I’ll get some details.”
“Ask your dad and Rick’s mom if they can do a meeting tomorrow night,” Toby sighed. “Might as well get it over with.”
“Get what over with?”
“We need to organize the club better – maybe elect a steering committee. I’m going to try to get everyone I can there tomorrow night so we can hold elections or whatever.”
“Okay, I’ll pass the word,” Hank replied. “What time?”
“Seven, unless there are just too many conflicts.”
“Right. See you tomorrow.”
Amy was with Toby – they were always within arm’s reach these days, it seemed – so she got the briefing right away. They started making calls, and the people they reached called other people. The thing snowballed rapidly, but that was what they wanted, anyway.
High on the list was Tina Bettinger. Friday night, Tina had expressed her serious concerns about the things Toby and Amy were doing in support of the club’s little projects. She, Alonzo, Randy, and Bernice knew Amy’s and Toby’s true natures – but they were the ONLY ones. Tina had more or less committed to be their conscience, while Alonzo promised to support Tina externally, but really didn’t want to get into such things. Randy and Bernice were in, but they both owed Amy and Toby – and they knew it, which might prejudice them unduly. Still, it was going to be up to the membership. Toby called Alonzo, and Alonzo passed it on to Tina and some others.
~#####~ Chuck Wilson got the call at Carmela’s. He’d left Carmela the day before in an upbeat mood, but instinct told him that if he waited until Monday to see his chunky Hispanic girlfriend, she would start to worry. He’d therefore called after lunch and Carmela had been overjoyed to hear from him. Her mother, Imelda, was ALSO overjoyed, as Chuck had made quite an impression on her. As a result, he was sitting down to dinner at the Ruiz home when his phone rang.
It was Alonzo. “Hey, Chuck.”
“Hey, Alonzo...” Chuck couldn’t imagine why he was being called.
“Look, we’re all calling around. There’s a big meeting tomorrow night at the club – seven o’clock – some kind of organizational thing. You and Carmela are both invited.”
“Yeah? Sure, okay. I’m with Carmela – I’ll pass the word.”
“You two took?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. Later.”
“Yeah.” Chuck ended the call and turned to Carmela. “Big meeting at the club tomorrow night at seven. We’re invited.”
“Both of us?”
“Yeah, both of us.” Chuck reached across and tickled Carmela’s short ribs, provoking a giggle. Her mother grinned from ear to ear.
“Mama?” Carmela turned to check with Imelda.
“Fine. You will be home early? It is a school night.”
“We’ll do homework first,” Chuck promised. “Here, I think. Then I’ll take her. This seems to be some kind of organizational thing, not a party. We’ll probably be home around nine, I’m guessing.”
“Fine.” Imelda couldn’t be happier. Carmela had a boyfriend – a SERIOUS boyfriend – one who had no problem being with her in her home and who took her places. This was good, VERY good!
~#####~ Frank Parker got the call as he was taking Miriam home. They’d been almost domestic, but Frank hadn’t felt any urgency about returning Miriam to her family. Abby had left the Parker home after breakfast, around ten-thirty, but it was nearly six p.m. and Frank was just turning into the driveway of the Fleiss home when his phone rang. He took the call and turned to Miriam.
“We’re going to the club tomorrow night. Big meeting. Seven o’clock. Some organizational thing – all hands, I guess. I bet somebody is tired of doing it all.”
Miriam absorbed this. “Yes, Master.”
Neither of them was looking forward to opening the Fleiss’ front door. Frank, being Frank, insisted upon making a point, however: Miriam was still naked.
“Gather up your shit, Slut. Time to face the music.”
Frank got out and waited for Miriam to collect her pile of neatly folded clothing, then took his time walking to the front door, knowing that Miriam would follow, one step behind and one to the right. At the door, he waved her forward to open it, and Miriam discovered that she didn’t need a key. Opening the door, she stepped inside and stood aside for Frank... ~#####~
“You are home.” Ute stood there in the kitchen doorway.
“Yes.”
Ute merely nodded and turned back toward the kitchen – at which point, it became apparent that she wasn’t wearing a skirt under her big apron, although she WAS wearing a blouse. Ute’s rather large ass bore the wide, hot pink marks of a recent beating with the razor strop. Hans Fleiss came in from the den.
“I see that you are following through,” Frank remarked.
“It is important,” Hans replied. “Such severity won’t be a regular thing with me, but Ute needs to know that I will do what I say I will do – I realized that you are correct in this. We are going to wait for the buggering until after dinner and she has had an enema to clean herself out.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Frank agreed. “We’re good, then?”
“Yes.”
Hans turned to his daughter. “Your mother unpacked your suitcase. Frank is welcome here – overnight.”
Miriam bit her lips to keep from smiling. “Thank you, Papa.”
“You have done well,” Hans told his daughter. “It was not immediately obvious, but it has become so. This thing – it may have improved things for your mother and me also. Some questions have been answered.”
He turned back to Frank. “Will you stay to dinner?”
“Um, yes. Let me call Pop so he knows he is on his own,” Frank replied. “By the way, we have a ... function to go to tomorrow night at seven. An organizational meeting at a club we attend. You might want to see this place, as a matter of fact.”
Hans eyed him. “Why?”
“They have ... facilities. I really can’t talk much about the place without checking in with the membership – it is VERY private – but there are other members who specialize in our particular lifestyle. You might benefit from knowing some of them.”
“I would appreciate it if you would ask to see if we might attend,” Hans mused, nodding. Dominance – formal dominance – was new to him. Frank’s version seemed to be harsh. Maybe that was what Ute needed – certainly, she seemed to be blooming under the strap – but Hans needed advice, preferably from someone a little older than Frank.
Frank nodded and fished out his phone. “Pa? I’m having dinner with Slut’s family. You’re on your own. Oh, and by the way – there is a big, all-hands meeting at the club tomorrow night...”
~#####~ Marta Reyes wasn’t sick anymore. In fact, from the way she was bouncing on Roland’s cock like a pogo stick, her breasts jiggling, murmuring words that clearly reflected her pleasure – even to Roland who understood not a word of Spanish – she had to be good as new, because the effort she was going to would have exhausted and nauseated her eight hours earlier. She was clearly neither exhausted nor nauseated at this point...
“Bueno! Muy bueno! Aiy! Aiy! AIY! AIY! DIOS MIOOOOO!!!” she screeched, and began rocking and jittering, her ability to control her movements interfered with by the intensity of her peak. Roland, who had seen this pattern once already, grinned, grabbed her by the hips, and took over, powering into her from below while she rode out her orgasm.
Marta had been clear about it. They were doing this for two reasons: First, she was thanking him for gallantly coming to her aid, and second – and just as important – because she needed it. Roland was good with both reasons. That it was something they would never do again was a given, for both of them, but it wasn’t an issue.
Roland kept it up until Marta indicated that she had recovered by meeting his strokes, then backed off and let her control things. This was one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ things for Roland – hot, mildly romantic sex with a beautiful older woman, no strings attached. The fact that she was Hispanic only added to it for him. Marta bore the marks of her abuse at the hands of her husband, but the scars merely accentuated the beauty that they’d been laid upon. And the sex – amazing! Totally different than the offerings of his contemporaries, who wanted to place a price tag on everything in terms of a relationship, and were therefore tight with their charms, doling them out piece by piece and then waiting to see if they’d given enough. Marta was openly enjoying herself, and had been from the moment she’d awakened him by rolling her lips over the tip of his cock. Frankly, Roland didn’t know how he’d managed to fall asleep with her after their late breakfast – he’d been pretty charged up – but he’d done it, so they were both rested when the bout began. Marta had sucked his cock as a labor of love – something she obviously enjoyed, rather than just doing it because it was expected (and it wasn’t, of course) – and then, when he’d erupted in her mouth and she’d swallowed it, smiling a Mona Lisa smile, she’d climbed atop him before his cock could shrink and enclosed it in her hot, wet core.
She rode him to five peaks before he could stand no more and surged upward to plant his seed in her depths. The ride had taken its toll; the hangover itself was gone, but the aftermath wasn’t. Marta was wasted, but pleased with her performance and his. A sweaty cuddle led to a second shower for both of them.
“Now what?” Roland asked.
“Dinner, I think,” Marta mused, “and Round Two. I have done without the attentions of a man for some time and I see no reason not to enjoy myself again!”
Roland grinned from ear to ear as he slid into his clothing. What a deal this had turned out to be!
~#####~ Monday, anybody who had not already been informed of the ‘big meeting’ was, at some point during the day. Marta returned home by noon and went on up to the club, so she was aware of the situation already when Maddie got home from school with the news. A few members couldn’t make it, but in general, anyone even casually involved with the group was in attendance, including several who had been more or less sitting out, like Lon, Sally, Rick, Teela and Sonya. Martin was there, and Jean Flanders, Doctor Rankin was there with Beth Tolliver, the Carters were there, as well as just about the entire Horner family and the entire Hayes family. Newer members, like the Beckwiths, were also in evidence. Ron Parker was there, as well, and the Thorntons and the Travers made a clump. The first-floor parlor and the dining room were opened for the gathering, but it was a crowd. Toby waited until seven-fifteen and stepped forward, clearing his throat – and sending a telepathic ‘attention’ signal that Amy echoed.
“I’m going to start this, and that’s part of the problem. Too much of the responsibility for what goes on around here has fallen on the shoulders of Amy and me. The reasons for this are good ones, and we expect to carry a good bit of the burden well into the future, but others need to be involved.” He stood there a moment, looking around. “Technically, all of you are not members, and some of you know a lot more about what goes on around here than others. Some are new, but have made the commitment. Most, if not all, of you know that full membership comes at a price: we want something on you or a loved one that will guarantee your silence. Is there anybody present who cannot agree to that? If so, you really should wait elsewhere while we handle things.”
Several people looked worried. Donna Travers raised a hand. “What would we be talking about?”
Toby waved a hand. “You’re handled, Donna – your mother paid.”
Noreen blinked. “I did?”
“You did,” Amy agreed. “We have you on video having sex with a minor. That is one of the standard methods we have for handling things. The Thornton’s haven’t however. Bobby, your mother and father BOTH paid, and Trish is covered. Carmela and Chuck, on the other hand ... Many of the newer members, in fact...”
“No, we have Chuck, and some others,” Toby pointed out, grinning. “Gina’s initiation.” Gina Blaisdale blinked – and so did several of the boys.
Carmela waved a hand. “Whatever it takes.”
“We have some standard things,” Amy noted. “They can be icky, and are both illegal and embarrassing, but they serve their purpose. Chris? Misha is covered, though her mother, but you aren’t.”
Chris Baxter pointed at Carmela. “What SHE said!”
“Tad, you and Anita are both hanging out there. Maybe you want to be safe?” Toby asked.
Tad turned to Anita. “Do we run?”
“My friends are all here,” Anita shrugged.
“Mine, too. We’re in,” Tad declared.
Toby’s glance swept over Vince and he colored, but Toby said nothing. They had Vince. They had Eddie Ray and Nicky Mangia and Lucy O’Donnell. “Jasmine?”
“You be shittin’ me, right? You got Isaiah?”
“Yeah, through Gina.”
“Then you got me!”
“So,” Toby looked around. “Nobody is leaving. Fine. Close the doors.” Randy handled one and Isaiah handled the other. “You’re all members, then. If we don’t have what we need, we’ll get it – you’ve all promised. Now, I’m going to talk about the past. Marta?”
Marta Reyes came forward.