The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 22
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 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
Ron and Rachel got up at four o’clock. The first thing Ron did was arrange her kneeling on the bedroom floor with her knees apart and her hands on her thighs.
“Now, we’re going to start slow, because this is all new and you’re gonna fuck up a couple of times,” Ron told her. “But eventually, I’m going to beat your ass for fuckups, so you need to get there. Since you probably learned THE most important lesson this morning, I want to see if you remember it. What did you learn this morning?”
“Uhhh...” Rachel blinked, confused.
Ron sighed. “I knew you would probably forget. Remember our little test?”
“Yes, Master.” ‘If I call him that, maybe I’ll get some brownie points,’ she mused.
“What did you do?”
“I, uh, sucked...”
“Right. And what did it teach you?” Ron prompted.
“Um, that I’ll do just about anything?”
“Right!” Ron nodded. “If you HAVE to in order to get what you want – which is to be where you are, doing what you’re doing – you can do almost anything. The second part of that lesson is you DO have to ... because if you don’t, I’m going to toss you out of here on your ear, and you won’t come back! Now, in an hour, we’re going to go to a club that Frank and I go to. I’m telling you on the front end that anything goes at this place, understand?”
“Yes...?” Rachel wasn’t sure that she did, actually.
“So, if I tell you that I want you to go around dressed as you are right now, what are you going to do?”
Rachel looked worried. “Take off all of my clothes?”
“Very good, Slave. You get a gold star!” Ron came forward and stood next to her and pulled her against him, rubbing her shoulder. “Now we’re going for two. Ready?”
“Yes, Master.” ‘He’s just toying with me, right?’
“Now, if we’re there and I tell you to fuck the next four guys who come through the door, what are you going to do?”
“Master?” Rachel was horrified!
“Come on! You know the answer. I KNOW you know!” Ron chided.
“I’m going to...” Rachel swallowed hard “ ... have sex with four guys.”
“Very good!” Ron approved.
“Master? You’re kidding, right?”
Ron sighed, squatted, and collected Rachel’s chin. “I’m NOT kidding! You need to keep your eye on the goal, like you did while you were sucking Frank’s dick. As long as you’re a good girl and do EVERYTHING I say, that house next door is just that – the house next door. THIS is your house. If you fuck up and let other people tell you what is right and wrong and how you should think, THAT will be your house again and you won’t be able to come see me anymore. Do you understand?” His eyes held hers.
“I-I’m not sure...” Rachel was scared.
“Well, it just so happens that Abby lives at the club. How about if I get her to explain it to you?”
“That might help, Master. I’m so scared.”
Ron snorted. “And what are you scared of? That you’ll fuck up and it will all go away?” Rachel nodded her head, her eyes tragic. “That’s the first step! If you’re more afraid of fucking up than doing what I tell you to do, you’re going to do as you’re told – and you WON’T fuck up! You need to trust me. Ultimately, I’m not going to tell you to do something that fucks things up badly. Let’s take this example: how bad, really, would it be to fuck four guys?”
“Well...”
“Come on. Would it hurt you? Or would you enjoy it?” Ron prompted.
“What about after?” Rachel asked.
“Oh. Would I fuck you afterwards? Is that what you’re asking? What kind of a shit would I be to tell you to fuck four guys and then refuse to fuck you because you did what I told you to do? Of COURSE, I would fuck you!” Ron chided.
“So, it’s all right...?”
“We’re not married, Slave. We aren’t going to GET married, I don’t think. What I want us to have goes beyond that in many ways, actually. It’s about ownership. Marriage isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. I don’t have to tell you that, because we’ve both been there. The point is, you’re not promising to cleave unto me only; you’re promising to do what the fuck I tell you. Rules about monogamy do not apply. You can feel free to fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. Of course, if you branch out on your own without instructions, you’re in trouble.”
“Master?” Rachel was diffident.
Ron cocked his head, frowning. “Yes?”
“I’m not protected.”
“Do you mean what I THINK you mean?”
“I’m not on birth control.”
Ron rubbed his face. “And do you have a serious urge to have children, Slave?”
“Noooo...”
“Then get some. If you turn up pregnant, I’m likely to be pissed. You don’t have religious problems with that, do you? As it is, it’s going to be me or religion.”
Rachel looked diffident. “I’m, um, going with what you told me earlier. God sent me to you to be happy.”
“Yeah,” Ron chuckled, “you don’t need religion if you have me. Don’t get me wrong: God and I get along, but religion tends to take the Bible out of context. For the record, I’m not really a demon or anything – it just seemed to work to get you where you needed to be.”
“I know.” She eyed him sidelong, telling him that she wasn’t REALLY that stupid.
“If you’re leaning on me, you don’t need a crutch, do you?” Ron jibed.
“No. No, Master.” Rachel ventured a smile.
“Okay. Go over to the house next door and hunt down a nice skirt and blouse – stuff we could go to dinner in, if that should happen. No panties and no pantyhose. If you have regular hose and a garter belt or the ones that stay up on their own, fine, but you might want to go bare-legged. If you can go braless without a lot of hassle, even better – I like a jiggle. We’re leaving here at five. Any questions?”
“No, Master.” ‘I’m going to dinner?’
“One more thing, before I forget. You get to the doctor – TOMORROW – and get birth control, or you will be a mama and I will be a daddy and you WON’T LIKE ME because I’ll be pissed! Better get a morning after pill while you’re at it! I don’t do rubbers, PERIOD! Are we clear?”
Rachel nodded.
“Go!” Ron pointed at the door. “Take your Sunday stuff with you – or not, if you think you can hang.” Rachel, who had stopped to pick up her skirt, looked at him and dropped it and headed on out.
~#####~ She came back forty minutes later looking at least five years younger, with her mouse-brown hair combed out and a white blouse and pleated skirt on and wearing a pair of sandals.
“Very nice,” Ron approved. She was still a little prune-faced, but then so was Abby, and he didn’t give a shit about that on her, either. “Come here.” Rachel came forward, watching him. “Turn around.” Rachel did so. Ron stepped up behind her and pinned her to him by reaching across her chest and grabbing her left breast while snatching her skirt up to check for panties.
“EEEK!” Rachel shrieked.
“Relax,” Ron told her mildly, while she struggled a bit. “It’s mine. I was just checking to see if you followed instructions – and you didn’t.” She was wearing panties. “Bend over...” He facilitated this by pressing his forearm into her waistline and bending her by moving the hand that had been playing with her left breast to a point between her shoulder blades and pushing. While she fought for balance, he reached under the skirt and shredded another pair of well-worn panties. “No panties! I TOLD you!”
“I was dripping!” Rachel burst out.
“It’s just cum. There are worse things. You can wear panties when on the rag – are you on the rag?” He let her up.
“No.”
“No what?” He eyed her. “Are you looking for the door already? Disobedient, disrespectful...”
“No, Master.”
“Good. Bend back over.” Rachel did so, eyeing him, but he gathered her against his hip and pulled up her skirt and before she could fight free, he started spanking her, five slow, hard swats. “I TOLD you that if you fucked up, I would beat your ass! Do you know what that was for?”
“P-panties, Master?” Rachel sniffled. The swats had HURT!
“Exactly. That and the fact that you have to KNOW I will do what I SAY I’ll do!” He released her and took her by the hand. “Come on, let’s go. I’m going to turn you over to Abby’s tender mercies for a while before I get irritated with you.”
~#####~ Abby met them at the door to the club. “Well, well!”
“Yeah, she showed up on my doorstep before I could get any sleep, but I think we got past it,” Ron declared. “Better take us to Toby to get her hooked up – then I want you to give her a class in what it means to be a slave. You KNOW I have no patience. She’s not got her head on straight.”
Abby smirked. “All right. We’ll probably be going all the way up to three, so we can slam-dunk her regarding the club rules.”
Rachel, of course, didn’t understand half of this.
~#####~ Having hauled Rachel into Toby’s presence, Ron announced, “This is Slave, otherwise known as Rachel. I own her. Hook her up to cover her for the club, please.”
Toby eyed Rachel for a moment. “Did you get all that?”
“Which parts?”
“He owns you.”
“Yeah...” Rachel thought about it. “I’m inclined to agree with that. It’s a little new and strange, but he’s been VERY convincing.”
“Okay,” Toby nodded. “The club is secret. Everything that happens at the club is secret. You are not to discuss the club with anyone you don’t know to be a member. Are you good with that?”
Rachel eyed Ron, who nodded. “Yes.”
Toby applied the blocks. “She’s all set. You know...”
“Yeah, she’s not cooked yet. I’ve asked Abby to help,” Ron explained. “Is Lon here?”
“He and Sally are upstairs,” Abby replied. “On three.”
“Let’s go, then.” Ron waved them toward the stairs. On the second-floor landing, he told Rachel, “Go with Abby.”
Abby led her into the locker room. “The second and third floors are totally nude,” Abby explained, undressing. “Take off your things.”
Rachel watched Abby for a moment, then sighed and began to disrobe. “What is this place, really? What do people do here?”
Abby smiled crookedly. “It’s a sex club. They fuck.”
“No, really,” Rachel eyed Abby askance.
“Really.”
“But...”
“No buts. That’s what is so secret. Oh, we do other things, but mostly, it’s a place where the members can swing and not worry,” Abby explained. “You don’t strike me as a woman who has had much sex.”
“I’m not, I guess. Ron...” Rachel let her expression finish for her.
“Yeah, he’s good when he’s not drinking – and when he has a woman, he forgets all about drinking,” Abby replied. “You’ll be good for him.” Nude, she stood and collected a towel. “Hurry up and come on.”
Rachel hurried and collected a towel of her own. “What do I need this for?” Abby clearly wasn’t WEARING hers.
“There is a steam room and a sauna and a Jacuzzi. Or maybe you’ll need to sop up some cum.” Abby grinned at her and wrinkled her nose, then turned to leave.
“Wait!” Rachel called.
“Yes?”
“Why does he want me to talk to you?”
“Because I know the things you need to understand,” Abby replied. “Do you want what he’s offering?”
“Yes,” Rachel sighed, “but he keeps doing weird things.”
Abby smiled crookedly. “The secret to making him happy is so simple that it is hard to grasp.”
“It is?”
“Yes. Simple. Incredibly simple.”
“What is it?” Rachel asked.
“Do what he tells you,” Abby replied. “That’s it, really. What you are doing is standing around thinking, ‘He can’t mean that – it isn’t reasonable,’ when he tells you to do something, and that leads you to make stupid choices. He will be DELIBERATELY unreasonable – it’s a test! And when you second-guess him, you fail!”
“But ... no panties? What if somebody sees?”
“If it’s a guy, he’ll be thrilled. If it’s another woman, well, she’s seen one. What do you care? You’re putting a pair of panties between you and your happiness! Is it that important? What if he asks you to walk naked down the frozen food aisle of the grocery store? I can almost guarantee that he won’t, but you need to be prepared to do crazy things. Why? To prove you value your relationship! To prove that you understand that he is in charge and that you respect him enough to do as he asks!”
“I guess I don’t understand,” Rachel sighed.
Ron is a dominant. You are a submissive. There is no equality between you. He is the boss and you follow. That is the only relationship he will accept. And frankly, you are going to discover that it is the relationship you’ve been looking for. But first, you need to forget what other people think. Other people don’t count. When Ron tells you to do something and you think, ‘Oh, that’s embarrassing! What will other people think? I can’t do THAT!’ – think AGAIN! I want you to look at what he wants you to do and ask yourself, ‘Is this so bad that I choose to leave him to avoid doing it?’ When you decide not to do something Ron tells you to do, that is the risk you take. Have you ever heard of the phrase, ‘My way or the highway?’ That is how Ron handles things. He doesn’t back down, and he doesn’t compromise. That’s YOUR job. You can end up out on your butt over something as silly as a pair of panties. Make like the shoe commercial and just do it!” Abby insisted.
“Really? That’s it?” Rachel asked.
Abby nodded. “Ron has tested women to extremes because his wife – Frank’s mother – failed him. He’s been angry at women for a long time. There have been a few pretenders who thought they could deal with him, but failed. Slut – Frank’s girl Miriam – and I have made a dent in this, because we ARE the real thing and we DO understand, but he could still get angry and push too hard ... ESPECIALLY if you screw up and force his hand! What you need to do is trust in him and believe that he won’t ask anything of you that you CAN’T do. If he asks you to do something you WON’T do, well, that’s YOUR problem. Plan to go home and not come back.”
“So...?”
“Do what he tells you to do. Don’t let silly shit get between you and him. Other people don’t count. Those are the three rules you should live by.” Abby sighed. “Come on. We’re undoubtedly holding things up.”
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