The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 20
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
A light came on, blinding Camilla and rousing her from an uneasy sleep. She struggled to pull herself away from the wall, but the way she was positioned made it difficult, at best. When her eyes adjusted, she beheld an older white man and a black teen.
“Are ya enjoyin’ your new home?” the older man asked.
“No,” Camilla croaked. “What’s going on?”
“Look, Honey, YOU know you’re a grifter and a con artist and you’ve made a career out of fucking over men. Well, WE know, too!” the man said. “So, you’re here to pay up ... which should ONLY take the rest of your life, we figure. Fun’s over, as they say.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
The man shrugged. “Whatever we feel like.”
“Why are you here now?”
“To give you an idea how things are gonna go, I guess,” Poppa Frank related. “Need anything?”
“Freedom?”
“Heh.” Clearly, the man thought that humorous.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” she asked.
“See that bucket over there?” Poppa Frank pointed at a corner.
“Oh.” Camilla caught on right away.
“You hit that or you piss on the floor – and if you do THAT, you’re gonna clean it with your tongue!” Poppa Frank elaborated.
“I, uh, can’t get there.”
“You owe a lot of people for taking a lot of money from them, Honey,” Poppa Frank explained. “Money is no good to you in here; you’re on the barter system for everything, including the potty. You wanna pee? Talk to my colleague, here. I figger he wants a blowjob to help you get there.” Frank nodded at Damian.
Camilla pursed her lips. “I don’t need to go that bad.”
“You will,” Frank said blithely. “I ALREADY told you what would happen if you made a mess. We’ll come back in three hours and see if anything has changed.” Turning to Damian, he said, “After breakfast, I figger she’ll be a little more interested.”
Damian grinned. “I’ll probably want a fuck then.”
“She’s sittin’ on a vibrator.”
Damian grinned some more. “Is it on? If she has to piss and we turn it on, we’ll get to supervise her while she cleans the floor.”
Frank rubbed his razor-stubble. “THAT could be fun.” The remote for the vibrator turned out to be hanging off the end of the narrow bench. Frank turned the vibrator on and set it to the middle range of its operation. “See you in three hours, Honey.”
“Wait!” Camilla realized that she was going to be in serious trouble if these two weren’t kidding – and no one around here had made a joke yet! “I’ll do it!”
“You’ll do what, Honey? Clean the floor with your tongue?” Frank asked.
“No, I’ll suck him!”
“Yeah, you will – you probly already have,” Frank replied, “But we made an offer and it was rejected, so we’ve withdrawn it. You need to learn to be properly grateful for our benevolence. We’ll see you in three hours.” Poppa Frank turned for the door.
“Please!” Camilla begged. The men kept going. The last thing Camilla saw before the lights went out was Damian Carter grinning at her as he closed the door.
“Oh, SHIT!” Camilla wailed. “Shit, shit, shit!” With the lights out, there was nothing to distract her from the feel of the vibrator humming in her cunt, vibrating the walls and exciting her.
After an unknown amount of time and several orgasms had elapsed, the vibrator began to irritate her channel. Sometime after that, her pussy began to go numb. By the time that happened, it was crystal clear to her that bladder control would fail next, as it already almost had during the orgasms. Time passed and the issue became more and more urgent, until she started yelling to get someone’s attention. She yelled and screamed and cried, but those watching her via infrared cameras merely turned down the volume on the speakers. It didn’t help at all that she couldn’t press her knees together, either! After an eternity of agony, she lost control and urine trickled, then gushed from her onto the floor – and she cried anew, well aware that there would be no mercy.
There wasn’t, either! Poppa Frank and Damian had watched Camilla lose control while they ate the breakfast Jiang Yi prepared for them – and laughed about it. Twenty minutes later, they opened the door.
“Whew!” Poppa Frank made an issue of the smell. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”
“Please, please, turn it off!” Camilla croaked.
Frank rubbed his jaw. “Probly a good idea. You’ve been havin’ too much fun from the looks of things.” He shut off the remote. “Let’s haul her up...” Damian helped lift her up off the bench and the vibrator, then pushed her to the floor. “Start lickin’, Honey! You made a mess and now you’re gonna clean it!”
“I CAN’T!” Camilla wailed.
“You CAN and you WILL!” Damian roared. Hair made a good handhold – he dragged her over onto her face. “LICK THAT SHIT UP!”
It was in her nose – on her lips! Camilla gagged.
“Yeah, go ahead!” Damian rasped, “Puke! Then you can suck THAT back up, too!”
“Ack! Ack! Uggh!” Camilla struggled for control. Damian helped her with that by distracting her; he began spanking her ass, bare-handed!
“SUCK! LICK!” Damian demanded in a roar, “GET THAT SHIT UP!”
In the end, Camilla had no choice... ~#####~ When she was done, Damian spurned her, throwing her onto her back on the ground. “I don’t want a blowjob NOW!”
“She’ll be worthless as a fuck, too,” Poppa Frank opined.
“You wanna piss now?” Damian demanded. “Maybe take a dump? I bet you REALLY don’t want to eat shit.”
“Water?” Camilla begged through puffy lips. “Please?”
“You’re gonna give up some ass for it,” Damian warned, “That’s all you’ve got left! And if you get my dick dirty...” He snorted. “Well, at least you can drink afterward.” He eyed her. “Or maybe you’re gonna decide you’re not thirsty? You’ll be drinking piss if you do – from my dick and three or four others, I bet, before you get water.”
Camilla’s shoulders slumped. ‘I’m fucked... ‘ she thought. ‘No matter what I do, they are going to find a way.’ The whole idea that there was no escape for her was new and scary.
“Yeah,” Damian told her, his eyes bright, “We’re gonna break you. You’re gonna come to the point where any time you want something, you’re gonna stick your nose in a man’s crotch or waggle your bare ass at him. You’re gonna beg to be fucked, because that’s how you’ll earn meals and bathroom privileges and a soft place to sleep and any OTHER motherfucking thing you need to keep your miserable ass alive! And what’s more, you’re gonna like it! You played with men, made them your toys. Well, now YOU are the toy – and if you want to live, you’d better be fucking entertaining!”
The look in Camilla’s eyes when she looked up at him told him that he’d ALREADY won – like a lot of bullies, she could dish it out but she couldn’t take it!
“How do you want me?” she croaked.
Damian dragged the bench away from the location of the recent puddle. “Bend over the bench.”
Camilla did as she was told. Damian offered her no mercy; he didn’t even spit on his cock before he wedged the head of it in her dry ass. Grumbling at the fact that it was tight and un-lubricated, he shoved his cock into her cunt and pumped a few times to get her juices flowing, then went back to her anus and forced himself deep.
Camilla screamed three times before he was root deep, not that anyone cared. She hung there, draped over the bench, while he used her ass. It felt like he was fisting her, and then it merely burned for a while before it finally settled down some. When he erupted inside her, the burn of his steaming semen was still soothing to her raw colon. But then he brought his shit-stained cock around for her to clean ... One look was enough; she opened her mouth and accepted the slimy probe, knowing that if she didn’t, the promised water would not arrive. She could only hope that it would after all the crap she’d gone through ... but if they REALLY wanted to fuck her over, they would put her through hoops and give her nothing – she knew that.
When it was clean, Damian spurned her again, then looked at Poppa Frank.
“Still smelly in here,” he observed.
“Ain’t much you can do with her in her current condition,” Frank replied.
“Yeah, true. I guess she can get a little on account in order to catch up some,” Damian mused.
“I’ll get started – why don’t you go get an enema bag?” Frank suggested.
“Works for me.” Damian wandered off.
Camilla watched the black teen wander off. The older white guy eyed her and said, “Don’t get excited. We’ll be right back,” and headed off ... Only to return two minutes later with a water hose! First, he doused Camilla, adjusting the sprayer to a shower pattern, then he washed the floors and the bench, washing everything to a drain in the corner of the room at a stream setting. Then he came forward and throttled back the spray and said, “Drink – and wash out your nasty mouth!” Camilla did so, carefully, and made certain to express her gratitude.
By then, the teen was back, with a big red enema bag! He bent Camilla over the bench and washed her pussy out with a douche tip, then refilled the bag and shoved it up her anus, releasing a flood of cold water to rush painfully through her intestines. Camilla cramped and grunted and gasped and groaned ... and the teen pressed on her belly, made her straighten up and bend over again, and made other demands designed to make the enema unpleasant while making her wait fifteen minutes – and he succeeded! At the end of it, the pair of them picked Camilla up, carried her over, and plopped her onto what the older man called ‘the honey bucket’ – and she made disgusting smells while evacuating all that nasty water.
Then the old guy made her stand over the drain while he hosed off her ass again, among other places. He got her good and wet, and chilled her to the bone.
The teen told her, “I’m going to take this and dump it, then I’m going to come back and you’re going to suck my dick, and we’re going to keep at it until you’re snorting my pubic hairs and licking my balls with my cock down your throat. OR, I can leave this stinking thing where it sits. Which is it gonna be, Princess?”
Camilla assumed her best earnest expression and said, “I’m going to suck you.”
The black teen cocked his head, eyeing her sardonically, and grunted, “Nobody ever said you were fucking stupid.” He picked up the bucket and headed out.
He was gone ten minutes, and while he was gone, the old guy stood there, playing with the hose, squirting things ... including Camilla, who couldn’t duck while kneeling with her hands bound behind her and her ankles attached to a bar that spread them wide. No, she had to take it.
When the young guy got back, the old guy sprayed out the bucket and it was replaced where it had been, at which point the black teen beckoned Camilla forward. Camilla made no argument; she knee-walked forward and opened her mouth and sucked in a serious length of hard, black cock. The teen put up with her efforts for a couple of minutes, then grunted, “You’re not going deep enough.”
Camilla took a breath and looked up at him, pleading, “Please help me?”
He snorted, “Since you put it that way...” and palmed the back of her head. Now she had nowhere to go – no escape – and no mercy; the teen kept pulling her forward onto his shaft until he got the desired depth, and her choking and gagging was totally ignored. Since she couldn’t seem to find any stomach contents to heave, it didn’t seem to matter.
He used her, and Camilla, fearful of what might happen next, gave him everything he asked for – willingly. When his orgasm approached, he directed, “Hold it in your mouth and show it to me, then swallow. If you lose a drop, I’m going to put you on your back and shit in your mouth. Do you understand?”
“Yefm.”
“Good. You’ll learn to be a good slut yet.” He didn’t warn her – he just fired multiple streams of cum into her mouth. Camilla did EXACTLY as she was told, not wanting to receive the promised punishment. When she opened her mouth to display his seed, he stuck his finger in it and drew a line down her nose with the sticky mess. “Okay, swallow,” he directed, then pulled up his pants and walked away.
The older guy sprayed her down again. “Want another drink?”
“Please?”
He let her drink, but got her good and wet. She knelt there, shivering.
“I figure you owe about three fucks before you can earn breakfast,” the guy said. “I’m gonna go out and see if someone wants to come in here. If someone does, you’re gonna be happy to see him and give him anything his little heart desires. You know why?”
“Nooo...” Camilla replied, not wanting to guess.
“Because if you don’t, you’ll probably freeze to death,” the guy replied, turning the hose on her again. Then he walked out.
His replacement arrived nearly twenty minutes later. It was her primary torturer from the night before. “Chilly in here,” Ron Parker observed blandly. “You want something?”
“Warmth?” Camilla asked. She knee-walked forward and started nuzzling his crotch.
“Women don’t get much of that from me, these days,” Ron grunted. “Generally, they’ve been a disappointment, although I HAVE seen a couple lately worth testing, at least. I figure you want this towel.” He produced a bath towel from behind his back. “What are you going to give me for it?”
Shivering, Camilla displayed total sincerity when she gazed up at him and replied, “Anything.”
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