The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 19
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
Amy whipped around the corner and beckoned Cindy. “You and your mother have cameras set up in the carriage house, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” Cindy replied. “How did you know?”
“Tyrone told me,” Amy related. “Can you get to them and turn them on?”
“Let’s go see Mom.”
As it turned out, Elaine had the proper controls to hand. “Why are we doing this, Dear?” Elaine asked.
“Look, I know what is going on,” Amy told her. “Tyrone asked me specifically to get a feel for Hobart. Well, he’s invited me to the carriage house, and he just might try something. It would be statutory rape, at least – which would be a good thing to have on video, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh, it certainly would!” Elaine grinned.
“Don’t worry too much about me; I know what I’m getting into. I’ll try to make it look good, though, if he hits on me,” Amy declared.
“That would be just wonderful, Dear. I’ll keep an eye out for anything extreme, but I don’t think Hobart has anything out there we would have to worry about,” Elaine declared. She went on to describe camera locations.
“Good,” Amy declared, absorbing the information, and headed back out.
The opportunity was just too perfect; Amy could get the things she needed to know while manipulating Hobart into incriminating himself.
“I’m back!” she declared, smiling brightly as she rounded the corner.
Hobart led her to the carriage house and began showing her cars. Antoine surfaced and got the hint when Hobart sent him off on an errand.
“And this is my Lamborghini,” Hobart declared, a few minutes later. They were deep in the garage area. He opened a door and Amy bent to look inside ... and he reached out to rub her ass.
“Mr. Simpson!” Amy gasped in apparent surprise, eyeing him over her shoulder. The location was carefully chosen – by Amy – to be in full view of two cameras.
“Oh, come now, young lady!” Hobart insisted. “You didn’t come out here to look at cars!” He tugged her back by the hips and into his groin.
“Oh, but I did! Really!” Amy insisted in return. She was in his head at that point, both directing him and skimming his mind.
“I doubt that.” Hobart slid his hand under Amy’s top and felt her right breast. He was enjoying himself, and Amy noted that nowhere in his consciousness was there the least hint of any disquiet over what he was doing. In fact, he’d done similar before. She was triggering behaviors, but Hobart was carrying the ball.
“Quiet, now!” he admonished. He covered her mouth while squeezing her breast painfully, so she yelped into his hand. “Don’t be a little fool! Do what I tell you or I’ll be angry – and you don’t WANT to see me angry!”
Amy was surprised! There was a CLEAR memory of Hobart snapping a young black boy’s neck floating before her! Fortunately, she had full control. She applied a couple of blocks to ensure that his discovered violent tendencies didn’t surprise her.
Hobart partly uncovered her mouth before squeezing her breast again, not quite to the point of pain. Amy grunted. “Do we understand each other, young lady?”
“What do you want?” Amy croaked convincingly.
“Get on your knees and get out my cock. Do you know how to suck cock?” He eyed her for a moment. “I see that you do. Suck mine.”
“I don’t think –” Amy began.
SLAP!
It wasn’t a surprise, but it still rocked her and it still hurt. However, because she needed for the video that he establish his dominance in order to explain her submission to his will, she was going to have to suffer a bit.
“NOW!” he barked. Amy began undoing his fly with shaking fingers, amazed at how hard it was to contemplate having him injure her. But it was necessary. She got his pants open and his underwear down and he was exposed – and erect. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he dragged her face to his erection and demanded, “SUCK!”
~#####~ At the house, Elaine was watching the scene, rapt. “Boy, do we owe HER!” she muttered under her breath.
Hobart was pleased with himself. The excitement seemed to have given him an erection in record time and the girl was cooperating, more or less. This wouldn’t take long, but it would be VERY enjoyable.
Amy struggled some and did some convincing gagging and choking, but Hobart wasn’t that well-endowed – Toby had several inches on him. It was all about struggling enough to make it look genuine. She fought a little and he muscled her around and bent over and swatted her on the ass ... which, again, looked good, but wasn’t THAT painful. Having helped him attain erection in the first place, she hurried him along at a rate that had him approaching orgasm in half the time he might have without manipulation while struggling in his grasp and earning the occasional blow from his open palm. After a few minutes, he reached the point of no return and impaled her – or tried to, anyway – on his shaft.
“Take it, you little slut! Take my cum!” he roared, gushing against the back of her throat, causing a very real choking attack as his sticky seed struck there. When he was done, he spurned her, throwing her on her back by her hair and standing over her. “You will tell no one about this!” he warned. “In the first place, you cannot cause me serious trouble – I am rich and I know a lot of people in the justice system who owe me favors. If you go to the police, they will take a report, but it will disappear. Anything you attempt to do to cause me trouble or embarrassment will be visited upon your family tenfold. And THEN, when things quiet down, I will send a man to kill you! Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, sir!” Amy croaked, convincingly. The horror of it was that he had that little speech prepared already, having used it multiple times!
“What are you going to do?”
“N-nothing!” Amy squeaked.
“Good! I hope that you and Cindy become great friends,” Hobart leered. “I want you to visit often. The next time I see you, I’m going to fuck you ... and you’re going to enjoy it, or do your best to convince me you did, or I will see to it that someone in your family has an unfortunate accident. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, sir!” Amy piped, apparently clearly terrorized. Actually, she was!
“Excellent! Now put on your top and get out of my sight, you little slut!” Amy did as she was told, escaping quickly, leaving Hobart well satisfied with the episode.
~#####~ Amy hurried back to Elaine. “Did you get it?”
“Yes, Dear,” Elaine replied, concerned, “Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine,” Amy responded. “He’s not very nice, is he?”
“I’m afraid not, Dear, although I think he’s exceeded his usual level of evil,” Elaine sighed.
“I wish I was as certain,” Amy replied. “I think I’ll go home now. I’ll just tell Cindy goodbye. Thanks for your hospitality. We’ll try to get a handle on Hobart. I’ll talk to Tyrone about it.”
“All right. Are you SURE you don’t need anything?” Elaine asked.
“I’m sure.” Amy went outside to see Cindy and said, “I got what I came for. I’ll talk to Tyrone about it.”
Cindy nodded and Amy went around to the other girls, making excuses before leaving.
~#####~ Amy reported to Toby and Tyrone – Toby in person and Tyrone by telephone.
“Hobart is pretty awful,” she related. “I convinced him to molest me – and it took almost no work at all, because he’s done it before. In fact, he’s even killed children with his bare hands while raping them!”
“Hmmmm,” Toby mused, “Maybe we shouldn’t be thinking of a measured response after all...”
“We’ll need a plan in any case,” Tyrone mused.
“We got a very convincing recording of him raping my throat,” Amy noted. “It will no doubt help when the time comes.”
“Are you okay?” Tyrone asked.
“Yes, I had control of things. He hurt me a couple of times, but I couldn’t keep him gentle and still be convincing. It was minor stuff. He’s a real bastard, though. He’s already hired a couple of guys to beat up you and your mother at your house next week.”
“How do we want to handle THAT?” Tyrone asked.
“Cops on site as soon as they start. We want them to finger Hobart, too – and we can make that happen,” Toby replied. “Why does he concentrate on blacks?” he asked Amy.
“He feels threatened by them,” Amy replied. “It goes back to his childhood. A black man threatened him. As far as I could tell, that was it, but it was a formative experience, and it has been reinforced since, many times. Hobart is a little paranoid and sees threats where there are none. The black businessmen were perceived as threats, so he neutralized them.”
“So, what do we do?” Tyrone asked.
“Show him what he’s started, maybe,” Toby replied, “and give him good reason to fear.”
“I have a suggestion, but I’m not sure it will work,” Amy offered.
“What is it?” Toby asked.
“Brie.”
“I don’t know if I’m talking to you!” Bethany Blaisdale announced.
“Well, you’re sitting there!” Kelly Samuels tittered. They were sitting in Wimpy’s, having a late lunch.
“You’re still seeing him?” Bethany pressed.
“Oh, yeah! I met his family!” Kelly replied.
Bethany shook her head. “Can this even be the same guy?”
“I can see how THAT could be a question,” Kelly agreed, “but he’s the one I met.”
“I’m still not sure he’s the one I met!” Bethany retorted.
“Well, we hammered him pretty hard,” Kelly noted. She sat looking over Bethany’s shoulder for a moment before the reason for it appeared.
“Ah. Here you are.” Julio Vasquez bent and pecked Kelly on the cheek. “Have you ordered yet?”
“No, Lover. We haven’t,” Kelly replied.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Julio murmured, looking around. “I will be back.”
“We’ll wait,” Kelly replied.
Julio turned to Bethany. “Hello. I hope this does not inconvenience you.”
Bethany looked flustered. “I guess not.”
“Good.” Julio moved off.
“You didn’t tell me HE was coming!” Bethany burst out.
“It’s been a week for surprises,” Kelly replied, smiling gently. “You wouldn’t have come if I’d told you.”
“It ISN’T the same guy!” Bethany decided. “The Julio Vasquez I know would NOT sit at Wimpy’s with two fat chicks!”
Kelly smiled crookedly. “Well, the resemblance is close enough to get the real one ragged on...”
Bethany snorted. “There IS that. If there was ever a good reason to stay...”
Kelly giggled.
~#####~ The troops didn’t bother to begin gathering until around eight, but by then, Delaney was on the job, watching Tyrone’s home. This, however, freed up Otis, who went to Wimpy’s with Amy to meet Slick, Marcel, Rudy, and Frog.
“Heh, Tyrone sent me,” he announced, grinning.
“What’s SHE doing here?” Slick asked.
“She’s our insurance policy,” Otis replied, “and our guide.”
“First,” Amy declared, “I need for you guys to agree to allow us to do whatever it takes to ensure your silence.”
“Haven’t you already?” Slick asked.
“This is more in the way of a formal acknowledgement,” Amy replied smoothly. “You should understand that we never plan to USE that stuff, but we MUST have your silence. A lot of things go on at the club that could get someone arrested and the club shut down. Once you’ve been there, you’ll understand why nobody wants that to happen.”
“So, we just say, ‘Yeah, whatever.’ Right?” Rudy mused.
“Just exactly,” Amy agreed.
“Fine.” Rudy waved and everybody nodded – and Amy applied the usual blocks. Patty and Simone were more or less ignored, but Toby would fix things when they arrived.
“Follow us,” Amy directed, and got back into Otis’ car with him. The others followed in their van. It was decided that Patty and Simone didn’t need to be at the diner until nearly midnight, so they were allowed to go to the clubhouse, too, and participate in an eye-opening little tour while the others slowly gathered for the evening’s operation. Amy handed off to Abby so she was free for the main event.
~#####~ Camilla didn’t leave the house until nine-thirty, but a couple of quick texts from Clint kept people apprised of the situation, making it simple for a van and Harmon’s car to slip into traffic behind her and follow at a distance. Clint was along to pick up Camilla’s car once she was hooked and riding with Harmon. Toby and Amy were both along to assess the mental states of the participants ... And it was a good thing they were! When they got to Camilla’s destination and Harmon went in, it was rapidly discovered that Harmon and Camilla had no defenses from one another! The two attracted each other like a couple of magnets and Amy had to keep Harmon from falling under Camilla’s spell while casting his own! They were out of the bar and driving toward the club in record time – something which Toby was careful to keep Camilla from realizing as instinct might cause her to break off their mad rush. Harmon was in and out of control and had to be prompted constantly in order to keep him on track, not that he knew it. Ron Parker, who was driving the van, had to keep it a little closer in order to ensure that Camilla didn’t present Harmon with a change of plan that he might agree to with his mind clouded by her wiles. Fortunately, Camilla had no such defenses and operated under the impression that all was going smoothly, even though she was definitely planning on having sex with Harmon instead of just leaving him high and dry without a wallet or credit cards or a car. That could always come later... ~#####~ Harmon arrived at the club and escorted Camilla in the side door and up to the third floor, which had been cleared for the operation. Once in the front parlor, he turned to Camilla and asked, “So, Darlin’, how does it feel to be manipulated?”
“Manipulated?” Camilla blinked.
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