The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 21
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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
For Camilla, there ensued a long silence while she thought about things, at the end of which she ventured, “I still don’t think so.”
The boy turned eyes on her that belonged to a man her age and said, “You wouldn’t ... but you were, systematically. It left you more or less useless to society, since you don’t play by society’s rules. You have had a hard life, Camilla, but you made the lives of others hard, too, so now you are in debt to society for those you injured. How many marks do you figure you’ve fleeced?”
Camilla cocked her head. “What are you, a cop?”
“Worse, from your perspective,” Toby told her. “I’m immune to you, and unlike countless others, I have the ability to make you pay for your crimes.” He waved his hand around the barnlike room. “This clearly isn’t a police station, and what has already happened to you should convince you that we are not in law enforcement – we are no more bound by the law than you are. I couldn’t care less what laws you have broken, but I AM concerned about the actual damage you have caused. Therefore, we’re going to make you pay those damages. You got paid in advance, running up a bill for your little pleasures and extravagances and games of skill and chance ... but you’re over your credit limit and the bank wants its money back. Your account has been closed and now you have to work and pay your over-limit bill, plus interest and fines and fees. Welcome to your new career.”
“What do you want?” Camilla asked. “Why the psychology questions?”
“I got what I need,” Toby told her. “You’d be surprised what I know about you. Want to know the serial number of your little retirement account in the Caymans?” He smiled. “Thanks for the donation. You won’t need it – you’re not leaving here.”
Camilla’s eyes bulged. “What?”
“This is it, Camilla – home. You’re going to serve men – and the occasional woman – here for the rest of your life. Kiss your retirement in Costa Rica goodbye, because it isn’t going to happen.”
“H-how do you know about that?” Camilla had never told ANYONE!
“I read minds,” Toby replied.
“Sure, you do!” Camilla gathered herself to scoff.
“Give me a minute.”
The kid – and that was all he was, just a kid – walked out.
But he was back in a few minutes, with a laptop. He sat down on the pad next to her where she could roll over on her side and watch him while he set up a bank transfer! He opened the website of her secret bank in the Caymans – and he accessed HER account! He knew the password! Then he set up a link to another bank. Next, he logged in THERE, and set up a link to her account...
“No!” she gasped. “No, you can’t!”
“Sure, I can!” the kid retorted, and hit the button. Dazed, she watched the bank acknowledge the transfer of one million, two hundred thirteen thousand, six hundred twelve dollars and twenty-seven cents.
“H-how...?” she croaked.
“What part of ‘I read minds’ do you not understand?” Toby asked. “You are screwed, Camilla. I know every crooked little thought that enters your crooked little head ... and I’m not the only one who does, either! The talent that allows you to manipulate men doesn’t work on me, because I am aware of it and it just bounces off. You’re screwed – and you will BE screwed, regularly – so get used to it. There is NO WAY OUT!”
An email popped up from the bank, acknowledging the transfer. Camilla stared at it dully. “What do you want?”
“Nothing. You make me sick,” Toby replied. “Maybe, when you learn to put the welfare of others before your own...”
He got up and walked out, but before he left, he made a small adjustment to Camilla, just to be safe.
Camilla lay there, devastated. It would take YEARS of hard work to replace that money, and according to the kid, she wasn’t going to get the chance, anyway! She was destitute!
~#####~ Another teen came through the door – a younger version of her primary abuser.
“He says he reads minds,” Camilla said dully.
“Toby? Yeah.” The teen looked unconcerned. “Sucks to be you, huh? Kneel up, I’m gonna fuck you.”
Camilla was so overwhelmed that she didn’t even think to argue – she just rolled up onto her hands and knees. The teen entered her cunt without fanfare, reaching up to grab a handful of her hair and tug her head back. “Sloppy in there, huh? Pop must have left a load.” He began pounding away at her, pulling her hair and occasionally swatting her on the ass.
The teen clearly had his father’s stamina, even if he didn’t seem to give a shit whether she got off or not. This was a different kind of control, or maybe an indifferent kind. All she could do was take it. It went on and on and on ... At some point, the pain became the most important part of the fuck. The constant pounding of his cock into her depths provided a background, but the sharp smacks on her ass and the jerks on her scalp were more important. They HURT! But ... SOMETHING was building inside her. SOMETHING began to beg to be let out! SOMETHING got stronger and stronger...
“Come on, bitch! Fuck! Fuck!” The teen began spanking her regularly, HARD – too hard to recover from between swats!
“Please! Please! Ogod...” Camilla couldn’t take anymore! Something was going to happen – something BAD! She was going to explode! “NOOOOO!!!”
Then it happened! Camilla screamed – a raw, animal sound – and her pussy clenched, pulsing, while something amazing happened in her head and all that agony became something else ... something the animal part of her recognized as a climax! Strange sensations overwhelmed her, causing her to scream again. Was this pleasure? Her pussy didn’t care. It pulsed and spasmed and milked the young man’s cock, and he rewarded her with his seed, fired into her depths in long pulses. A kind of madness came over her, a delirium. She pressed her reddened ass back at him and howled, “YES! Give me your cum! Give it to me!” THAT was the important thing! She was in heat and needed to be bred!
It was over in a moment; the madness left her and she collapsed as he withdrew his cock. “Surprise! You’re a fucking animal, bitch!” he taunted. “Suck me!”
Camilla opened her mouth and accepted his cock, gooey with their mixed juices, without comment. She was tired and her ass hurt and she didn’t understand how she could have gotten a climax from his abuse. Her head hurt.
He didn’t care. He grabbed her by the hair and gagged her a few times with his length, got up, put on his pants, and walked out.
“Anybody else?” Toby asked. Those present shook their heads. “Time to put her away, I guess.”
“I’ve got it,” Ron volunteered. “Oh, and I’ve got an idea or two for tomorrow. Anyone object to piercings?”
“Sounds like fun,” Damian grinned. “Where?”
“Nipples. Then we can use ‘em to restrain her,” Ron replied.
“Sounds interesting,” Poppa Frank agreed. “I’m hearin’ that you’ll be doin’ it?”
“Lon has some experience,” Toby volunteered.
“Good,” Ron approved. “Give me his number. I want to do it, but it would be nice to have someone with experience standing by. What has he done?”
“Ask him to show you his girlfriend Sally. He’ll be here later,” Toby told him. “I’ll have him call.”
“Okay, after I put her back, I’m going to go home and rest a while. I’ll come by in the evening,” Ron replied.
“Sounds good.”
~#####~ Camilla looked up as her primary torturer came through the door. Without speaking, he untied the rope from her wrist binders, leaving them connected, and then untied the rope on her ankle at the far end, gathering it up in loops as he came back to her.
“Up, Slut,” he directed, “Back in your hole. Nobody else wants a piece of you.”
“Do I get to eat?” Camilla asked carefully.
“No. You might have to learn to subsist on cum if you don’t collect a following,” Ron told her blandly, pointing the way back down the stairs to her cell.
Arguing was a waste of time, and a good push told her that she might go down the stairs head first if she wasn’t careful, so Camilla complied with her instructions. Once in her damp, chill cell, her captor attached her wrist binders to a hunk of chain that he then suspended from a hook in a beam running along the ceiling, giving her just enough length to be able to stand flat-footed under the hook. Then he took the rope attached to her ankle and tied it off to the next beam over. This left her standing on one foot with the other suspended in front of her.
“Um, this isn’t real stable,” Camilla ventured.
“It should stretch you out some and give you something to think about,” Ron grinned.
“Why?”
“You’ve been a shit, Honey,” Ron replied, “for a long time. You’re being punished.”
“What must I do?”
“Get the proper attitude.”
“And what’s that?”
“Other people come first,” Ron explained. “All your life, you’ve looked out for Number One and fuck Number Two. Well, now the only way Number One’s ass is going to be covered at all is if she learns that everybody ELSE is Number One and SHE is Number Two.” He headed for the door, but turned back as he got there. “But you’re STILL going to be punished, even if you get ahead in school, because you’ve earned it.” The door closed and the lights went out.
Toby gathered the group. “I don’t see any easy way out here,” he declared. “Camilla was raised to be a predator by predators. Clint is the unexpected result of Camilla and a guy like Harmon getting together in an uncontrolled manner. They were all over each other for a while, but Camilla ran things. One day the man went off somewhere for a bit to do something and shook free of her spell ... and since he was basically honest, he couldn’t go back and help her scam people, so he left. Her first and formative sexual encounter was being duped and raped by her brother, and then derided for her stupidity in allowing the whole thing to cloud her judgment. The brother, needless to say, wasn’t punished. As a result, sex is a tool to her, and before Ron rode her into the dust this morning, the only time she ever really enjoyed sex was with Clint’s father.”
Toby settled back. “I think Ron has been doing the right things, instinctively. We have to break her and bring her to the point of understanding that her welfare is dependent upon how she treats others. She will need to learn to extract joy from service to others and sex. This goes against her experience and her basic orientation, so it won’t be anything quick.”
“Why don’t you just re-do her head?” Poppa Frank asked.
“It would take a lot of redoing,” Toby replied. “I can wipe her and try to rebuild her, but she is STILL a sentient being. I am reluctant. I would rather that she have some formative experiences to remember, like the fuck she got from Ron this morning. And she needs to be punished, and to understand why. It’s not going to be a simple day or two kind of thing.”
“She’s not a submissive,” Ron pointed out. “If anything, she’s a dominant, but her weakness is that she’s relied on her powers of persuasion all her life, and now they don’t work. That’s a blow. She’s not used to losing. We can use that to undermine her. She doesn’t have the proper ... I dunno ... foundation? You don’t learn to be strong by preying on the weak, you learn it by going head-to-head with the strong and coming out on top. She’s a hollow shell, and we’ve poked big holes in it. Without her power, she’s nothing.”
Toby nodded. “She’s already avoiding conflict by being obedient. Physical abuse is something she’s always been able to avoid. She can’t handle it. Ron is right: she’s a classic bully. When seriously challenged, she backs off because she has no guts.”
“Take a look at the screen,” Ron noted. The screen displayed the view from the cameras in Camilla’s cell. “She’s sniffling already at being tied out. If Frank put Slut in there like that, she would hang there all day and not complain. A good submissive has guts, and will go to the wall. Camilla is a wimp.”
“She’s not stupid, though,” Toby pointed out. “She’s pretty intelligent, in fact.”
“Yeah, she’s already trying to find out the rules so she can avoid punishment,” Ron agreed. “I’ve already told her that she isn’t going to be able to avoid punishment, though.”
“One big hurdle will be convincing her that she deserves it,” Toby pointed out.
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