The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 18
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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 mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Slavery Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Torture Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Enema First Masturbation Oral Sex BBW
Damian took the field toward the end of the third quarter and Anita decided that it was a good time to go to the bathroom. Misha and Tina decided to go with her and they headed on down to the gym, which was partially open for that purpose.
It was just the opening Rudy Welles and his two cohorts were waiting for! They let the girls go to the bathroom, then ambushed Anita on the way back, throwing a large laundry bag over her head to pin her arms and muscling her into a van. Misha and Tina were a bit ahead of Anita and only turned in time to see her hauled into the van. Misha took a run at the van – and got clocked by one of the boys with a punch in the jaw – but Tina grabbed her cell and dialed Amy!
“Hey, some guys in a van just kidnapped Anita and knocked Misha out!” she yelped.
“What?” Amy burst out, surprised.
“Some guys are kidnapping Anita!”
“Coming!” Amy hopped up and headed down the bleachers ... then stopped and headed for the top, where Tyrone and Otis were sitting. Toby would be too hard to get to. Arriving at where the boys were sitting, high up on the bleachers, Amy merely said, “Help!” and grabbed Tyrone’s wrist. The connection allowed her to replay Tina’s frantic phone call. Tyrone hopped up and looked off toward the gym, where he could see the van pulling out of the parking lot.
“Take care of our girls,” Tyrone told Otis, “I’ll catch up to you later!” He left Otis wondering what the Hell was going on for a second, then stopped and waved at him. “Come with us! Hurry!”
Otis got up and started thundering down the bleachers, still clueless, but he knew SOMETHING was up.
“Can you hear her?” Amy puffed, as they ran for the parking lot.
“Yeah, she’s screeching on all bands! They haven’t knocked her out – yet!” Tyrone reported, listening to the mental howls of outrage that matched the narrow girl’s verbal assault on her kidnappers’ ears. They thudded up to Tina and Tyrone directed, “Tell him!”
Amy grabbed Otis’ wrist and his eyes bugged as she briefed him on the situation telepathically – as much from the experience as the content. Finishing, she sent, <Take care of Misha! Get Toby! We’re gonna chase them!> The instructions were imparted in less than a second, and Amy, Tina, and Tyrone went dashing for Tyrone’s car at a dead run!
Tyrone’s biggest worry was that her kidnappers would knock Anita out, silencing her, but they settled for binding and gagging her. They bound her narrow wrists with zip ties, and wrapped an Ace bandage around her eyes several times, then put a headset radio over her ears and turned it up loud, which kept her from hearing them and broke her concentration somewhat. But the whole thing gave Tyrone and Amy crucial minutes in which to catch up to the van to the point of being able to follow at a distance.
Tyrone shook his head at the irony; this was what he was SUPPOSED to have done to Cindy and Beverly! ‘Better late than never, I guess.’
“I can’t be seen when the cops come,” he told Amy. “Too much of a coincidence.”
“I understand. It would have taken another couple of minutes to get to Toby, though,” Amy replied.
“Yeah,” Tyrone nodded.
~#####~ Otis was finding that out. He’d ended up picking the small but husky Misha up and throwing her over his shoulder and then trying to get down to the team bench area, where he ran into all kinds of issues with security. They were about to try to arrest him for having done something to Misha when Otis let out a bull-like roar, yelling, TOBY! HELP!”
Isaiah Morse nudged Chris Baxter. “Ain’t that Misha with Otis White?”
Chris bolted up and rushed over to the impending altercation. “What the fuck?”
“Some guys clocked her in the parking lot!” Otis related. “Look, it’s bad trouble! GET TOBY!”
Chris nodded and dashed back up the bench. “Otis White’s got Misha over there. Says she got knocked out by some guys and you need to come quick!”
“Get the doc for Misha,” Toby directed, then made his way to Otis. “What’s going on?” he asked, waving off security. The Eagles’ team doctor started taking a look at Misha while Chris hovered nervously.
“Amy said get you!” Otis burst out.
Toby looked up the stands. “Where is she?”
“With Tyrone. They’re chasing some guys in a van that kidnapped Anita! Tina is with them.” Otis eyed Toby suspiciously. “You don’t talk like that, do you?”
“Like what?”
“Grab somebody’s arm and put things in their head?”
“Not guys,” Toby replied. Thinking quickly, he said, “Okay, not a word of this to Tad! We’ll brief him after the game!” He fished out his phone and dialed Amy. While the connection was being made, he looked up and said, “Thanks, Otis!”
“Yeah, sure,” Otis waved it off, thinking, ‘Suddenly, we’re the good guys.’ Cindy and Beverly were eyeing him, so he smiled and waved to keep them from worrying, then headed on up into the bleachers, having done all that he could. He stayed down close, however.
~#####~ Amy’s phone rang. “Amy?” a familiar voice said.
“We’re headed out of town,” Amy related. “I think we’re headed for Waynesboro. It looks like a couple of Marauders are planning to take out their anger at the suspensions on Anita.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Not yet, anyway; Tyrone and I are tracking them. Tina is with us.”
“Okay. I think we want to keep this quiet. What about you?”
“Tyrone figures he shouldn’t be seen,” Amy agreed.
“Yeah, he’s right. You two handle the police. I’d call them as soon as you have an address. Is Anita hurt?”
“Not yet,” Amy related, making a wry face. “They’re planning a Cindy and Beverly-style gang-bang to be posted on the net.”
“Except that won’t work for them, of course,” Toby mused.
“Right, but they don’t know that. Meanwhile, Anita is going to be raped!”
“Hopefully, the police will respond in time. If not, get Tyrone to buffer it for her, but make sure she continues to struggle. If they take video, she can’t be seen to cooperate.”
“Right.”
“I’ll bust Tad loose after the game. We’ll have to bring Randy and the van.”
“Otis doesn’t have a ride,” Tyrone related.
“No sweat. Thanks for the help!”
“Looks like I helped cause this,” Tyrone noted ruefully.
“Yeah, well,” Toby sighed. “Shit happens. We’ll get through it.” He hung up.
~#####~ <Bernice!> Bernice jerked upright.
Bernice didn’t have to guess who it was. She turned to Randy, “Toby wants you. It’s urgent.”
“How do you know?”
“Look, I don’t even know what you call it, all right? He ... called me!” Bernice blustered.
Randy looked down the stands toward the bleachers ... and Toby was looking back.
“Sorry, Babe!” Randy apologized, kissing his somewhat homely, narrow girlfriend. “I never should have doubted.”
He got up and headed down the bleachers. Toby gave Bernice the thumbs up and Bernice grinned back, then got up to go find Abigail.
Misha woke up and Toby collected her witness report mentally without her even realizing it, then handed her off to Chris. “Keep this quiet. Don’t rattle Tad,” he told Chris. “We’ve got it. We’ve got people following them.”
Chris didn’t like it, but he nodded.
“How did I get here?” Misha whined.
“Otis White hauled you over to be looked at,” Toby replied.
“Otis White?” Misha blinked. She’d have expected help from a grizzly bear, first! Otis didn’t exactly have a sterling reputation...
“Beverly’s domesticating him.” Toby grinned.
“Uh huh.” Misha rubbed her face, thinking, ‘Good luck with that, Bev!’ By the time things were somewhat reorganized, the fourth quarter was underway. Time bled away and the game ended fairly quickly. Toby briefed Martin, who worried, but a phone call to Amy convinced him that things were as close to under control as they were going to get. Martin released Tad so he could go with Toby, Otis, Randy, and Bernice to rescue Anita. Otis told Cindy and Beverly that Tyrone had to rush off on an errand and that they would see them at home, and got into the van.
~#####~ Meanwhile, Rudy and the kidnappers arrived at Coach Connors’ house. Rudy burst in, announcing, “Hey, Coach! Got a present for you!”
“Yeah?” Coach blinked.
“Bring her in, boys!” Rudy told his cohorts. The other two kidnappers hauled the trussed-up Anita into the house.
“Rudy, what the fuck is this?” Coach Connors yelped.
“This is that noisy little bitch that got us into so much trouble on TV!” Rudy crowed. “The Eagles’ quarterback’s girlfriend, the one you wanted to give a reason to bawl? Tom thought it might be fun to grab her and make one of those slut videos like the one somebody did for those two cheerleaders over at Jefferson a while back. We figure once it’s out, things will go the way they did with those bitches and no one will come looking for anybody.”
“Can she hear us?” Coach Connors asked.
“She can’t hear anything but the radio,” Rudy replied, grinning, “LOUD radio.”
Coach Dobbins threw up his hands. “I am SO not going to be a party to this! I do NOT want to go to jail for the rest of my life!” He got up and headed for the door.
Thinking quickly, Coach Connors grabbed a ceramic ashtray and smashed it down on Coach Dobbins’ head. Coach Dobbins folded to the floor. “Put him in the spare room,” Coach Connors directed. “We’ll take pictures of him and this little bitch cuddled up after we’re done and she’s all wasted and cooperative and full of cum. That will keep him quiet.” He bent and took Anita onto his shoulder. “I’ll take the entertainment downstairs to the den. Who is coming?”
“Probably half of the team,” Rudy guessed. “ALL of the Seniors.”
“Good. She’s kicking and screaming and I want her that way – but we want her nice and cooperative for the video. We’ll feed her some liquor and wear her ass out and she’ll be good and cooperative for the guys at the tail end of the line.” Coach Connors grinned evilly and lugged little Anita down the stairs toward his basement den.
~#####~ Unfortunately for Coach Connors, Amy was on the phone to 911! “Help! I’m witness to a kidnapping!”
“Where?” the operator asked.
“In Dover at the high school. The girl was taken from the Jefferson–Dover game.”
“Why are you calling 911 in Waynesboro, then?” the operator asked, puzzled.
“Because we followed them and that is where the girl is now!” Amy replied. “She’s at –” she related the address.
“Is this a gag?” the operator asked.
“No, it isn’t!” Amy asserted. “Are you set up for cell phone video?”
“Yes. Email to –” the operator provided an address.
Amy sent a video of the two Waynesboro players lugging a struggling Anita inside Coach Connors’ home. A few seconds later, the operator gasped, “Holy shit!” Somebody off-mike said, “That’s Coach Connors’ address.”
Tyrone put his finger to his lips. Amy muted the phone. “They could be sympathizers. Tell them that you’re calling the State Police, too.”
Amy nodded. The operator asked, “Are you sure of the address?”
“Yes,” Amy replied. “We’re calling the State Police, but we figured that Waynesboro police could arrive sooner.”
“You’re right, miss,” the operator agreed crisply. “Just hold the line – we will start a response team moving.”
Amy looked up as Tom Stapleton’s car arrived and five occupants got out. “Please hurry! Other cars are arriving – I’d hate to think what they’re planning!”
“Somebody’s in deep shit!” a voice muttered off-mike. “Three cruisers rolling. Let’s try to keep the TV out of this.”
The trio in the car looked at one another and nodded to themselves. They didn’t want a lot of publicity, either.
Inside the house, Coach Connors had opened a fold-out couch and dumped Anita on it, then unbound her legs and let those present enjoy Anita’s screams of fear as he undressed her below the waist. Then he crawled atop her and tortured her by licking her face and rubbing himself on her, undoing her blouse to play with her small titties and poking at her pussy with a finger, making her think it was a cock. Her glasses were in the kidnappers’ van somewhere and her eyes were still covered, but the headphones had come off, so she could hear his taunts. “Where is the video camera?” Coach asked.
“Coming!” Rudy took off.
Tyrone reached into Anita’s mind and buffered her from the terror while allowing her to thrash and scream. That seemed to be what the coach was getting off on, anyway; he hadn’t penetrated her yet with anything but a finger. He was getting off on terrorizing her.
But things were beginning to heat up. Two more carloads of Marauders had arrived and they were beginning to cheer the coach on, being careful not to name names.
“Go on, get it! Fuck her!”
“Somebody feed her a dick!”
Coach popped up and looked at Rudy. “You do it. See if she gets it yet. You’re gonna do a lot of fucking and sucking tonight, you little bitch! Are you ready?”
Anita wailed, “Noooo!” Everybody else laughed. Rudy came up bedside her on his knees and started rubbing his cock on her lips. Anita ducked and squirmed and Coach said, “Okay, I guess maybe I’ll distract her a little. Got the camera ready?”
“Ready!” a volunteer cameraman announced.
“Okay, time to party!” Coach announced. “I hope you bounce like that with my dick in you, Honey! You can fight now or save your energy, because there are a whole lot of us for you to go through!” He racked her narrow legs back and rubbed his cock on her labia. Anita screamed and Rudy tried to stick his cock in her open mouth ... And the police burst in! “Hold it! You’re ALL under arrest!” There were screams and yells and several teens tried to run, but nobody got anywhere. There were four cruisers and a SWAT team outside!
~#####~ The van had arrived only a couple of minutes before; Tyrone had surrendered his car keys to Amy and slipped away to join the guys in the van and thus be out of the limelight. Amy and Tina took responsibility for the 911 call and made statements. Because of the number of minors involved, the police played things close to the chest, but the news outlets knew they had SOMETHING, since it was clear that half of the Marauders football team was wandering out of the police station one by one. It took little or no work to discover Coach Connors being booked for rape. Coach Dobbins actually left the Connors house by ambulance – he’d been hit pretty hard. Unfortunately, Ellis Shepherdson had to drive up to Waynesboro to collect his daughter, but by then an angry and distraught Tad was also on site and Anita was all over him, looking to him for support and affection and to kiss away her fears. Ellis ended up taking both of them back home, to Anita’s, where Anita was insistent that Tad wasn’t to go ANYWHERE but her bed!
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