The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 23
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
Abby showed Rachel various things – rooms where you did things in the dark, plain bedrooms, communal baths, a Jacuzzi, a steam room, a dry sauna, a real basement dungeon ... They were back up on the second floor, inside a suck booth. Abby had given her the demo, but didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave.
“Wait here,” she told Rachel, then stuck her head outside the door. Almost immediately, she said, “There you are! This one,” then ducked back inside.
There was a knock on the panel.
“Open it,” Abby directed.
Rachel eyed Abby sidelong, but did as she was told. A long, black cock immediately slid through the hole!
“Eek!” Rachel gasped, bug-eyed.
Abby, unperturbed, directed, “Suck it.”
“Are you nuts?” Rachel yelped.
“What do you think we’re here for?” Abby retorted. “I have my instructions and you have yours. What did your master tell you? ‘Pretend Abby is me and do anything she says.’ You’re off to a poor start!”
“He didn’t mean THIS!”
“He DID!” Abby put her fists on her hips. “Rachel, I am here to tell you that if your master comes through that door and you aren’t sucking that cock, he is gonna send you home! You can take my word for it!”
“He ... couldn’t...”
“He DID! Remember how he purposely mentioned suck booths? THINK, Rachel! Do you think that this cock is here as a coincidence?” Abby pointed at the cock. “Now, SUCK – or prepare to be a very lonely and frustrated woman!”
“Abby...”
“What?”
“If you’re wrong...”
“I’m NOT – but I’ll take the heat. I promise.”
“Okay.” Abby was VERY convincing. Rachel collected the cock in her hand and gingerly jacked it, then moved to diffidently take it into her mouth.
Abby got down beside her. “Don’t fool around doing it half-assed. You don’t sort of suck a cock. Work at making him happy and getting him off! You’re a slave, and pleasuring men is your JOB!”
“I pleasure my master!” Rachel objected.
Abby shoved Rachel’s mouth back over the cock. “You pleasure whoever your master TELLS you to pleasure, and right now, that is THIS guy! Wake up! Ron only has so much patience.”
‘I’m sucking a black man’s cock!’ Rachel ruminated. ‘Would Master want me to do this? Abby says so. He TOLD me to obey her. If she’s wrong, it’s her problem. I have to do what master said to do.’ She started working the cock in her mouth, getting less tentative.
Abby nodded her approval. “That’s right! Do it! Suck him! Get his cum! Show your master that you understand! Trust me, hon, he CAN ask you to fuck dogs and ponies, but the easiest way to avoid such things is blind obedience to what he DOES tell you to do! If you fuck up, THEN he will look at something harder and more embarrassing to test you with! Think about it – you KNOW I’m right! Now gobble that cock!”
Rachel got with the program. She still couldn’t deep-throat without a little help, but she did her best. Abby got down beside her and gave her pointers. After a couple of minutes, the guy on the other side of the wall started grunting and making noises, offering encouragement and suggestions. A couple of minutes after that, Rachel had her reward: long flowing shots of cum poured from the cock into her mouth!
“Swallow!” Abby admonished, and Rachel did as she was told. “Now suck gently, so he enjoys the aftermath.”
After a minute or so, the guy withdrew his cock, mumbled “Thank you,” and was gone.
“Good girl!” Abby praised her. “I GUARANTEE that your master will be pleased!”
“I hope so!” Rachel retorted. “I REALLY don’t want him to be mad!”
~#####~ He wasn’t. Ten minutes later, when Ron appeared, he asked Abby, “How did it go?”
“Fairly well, I think, Sir. Rachel had concerns, but...” Abby replied.
“What kind of concerns?”
“Her big concern was over whether I was right and that you wouldn’t be angry.”
Ron turned to Rachel. “Didn’t I tell you to pretend that she was me and do anything she told you?”
“Yes, Master, but...”
“But?”
“She ISN’T you and I didn’t want you to be angry with me if I did ... that.”
Ron eyed his skinny slave-in-training. “If Abby exceeded her authority, I would kick HER ass, not yours. As it was, we understood each other.”
He turned to Abby. “No complaints over dark meat?”
“That didn’t seem to be her issue, Sir,” Abby replied.
“Black cock doesn’t bother you, one way or the other?” Ron asked Rachel.
Rachel began to worry. “Was it supposed to? I figured that if I was supposed to suck one in the first place, color wasn’t going to be a problem.”
Ron nodded. “You figured right. So, you have no issue with black men, either way? Some white women get off on doing black men, and some are horrified.”
“I’ve never offered myself to one, but...” Rachel shrugged. “I don’t know. Other people do it.”
“So, if I said I wanted you to fuck a black man?”
Rachel flicked a glance at Abby. “I would do as you asked.”
“Two? Five?”
“If that was what you wanted, I would do it.” Rachel was worried. What did Master want? “Am I wrong?”
“Come here. Stand in front of me,” Ron directed.
Rachel got up from where she was kneeling and came forward.
Ron reached out and collected her spare, nude body against his. “I am pleased with you.”
‘Oh, thank God!’ Rachel thought, tucking herself against him.
“You’ll fuck other men when I tell you to, and now that I know it isn’t an issue with you, I won’t have to test you with dark meat; I can use whatever comes to hand,” Ron declared. Popping her gently on the ass, he added, “Let’s go get dressed and find someplace to eat.”
He started up the hall, and then stopped, turning to Rachel and saying, “You heel me: one step to the right and one step behind. You should always be there, unless I say different. In this house, you can be what you are without anybody saying shit about it, so you will go naked, even on the first floor, and you will kneel next to me if I stop somewhere. You are my slave, and in this house, you get to do everything a slave does. Do you understand?”
Rachel nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“You saw the dungeon downstairs?”
“Yes, Master.” Rachel nodded.
“Piss me off and I’ll take you down there and tie you to something and beat your ass. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” ‘Why am I wet?’
“Good. Let’s go.”
Abby watched the pair head off, smiling. Rachel was going to make it. The bad news was that Ron would undoubtedly be busy with Rachel and have no time for her, but there was nothing to be done about that. Sighing, she headed off to handle other chores.
~#####~ Two hours later, Camilla discovered how she was going to handle sleep: she fell off the bench onto her side on the cold floor of her cell.
Tyrone left her there.
~#####~ Monday morning, Toby came in to relieve Tyrone, just long enough for Abby to go down to the cell and park Camilla on the honey bucket for a minute, having released her from the hogtie. Then she sat the woman on the bench in her original position – sans the vibrator – with her ankles spread and her hands still bound behind her.
“Cold?” Abby asked.
“Yes.”
“Too bad. I don’t know when you’ll see attention or your next meal. I know there is a plan for a little jewelry party tonight. Enjoy your day.” Abby headed out.
~#####~ Candace had called around to the Steering Committee and gotten permission to conduct the ‘membership drive.’ Numbers would be small, and things would be controlled, but there were older women to be serviced, at a minimum.
“Any suggestions?” Toby queried after opening the subject in the car on the way to school.
“Jeffrey Levine,” Amy replied. “He’s suffering pretty bad.”
“Mr. ‘My Dad Says!’ That’s all that ever comes out of his mouth!” Toby cackled.
“His mother died when he was six,” Amy replied. “I think he and his father are both devastated.”
“Oh,” Toby muttered in a small voice.
“He needs the outlet and he needs the confidence ... and I think he will grow rapidly,” Amy asserted.
“That’s good, I guess. Any plan?”
“Misha said something – I think Iris is itchy.”
“For the break-in?” Toby confirmed.
“Yes. Candace is a possible, but he’s already got a mother thing going.”
“Okay, then what?”
“Is Sonya really a lesbian?”
Toby thought about it. “She’s bi, I think. She needs a really gentle soul. Even Rick was too much for her.”
“Jeffrey is fixated. He will treat her like a china doll. The only question is whether she has any interest.”
Toby grunted. “I’ll find out.”
“We’ll want him up and running and self-confident before we set up anything.” Amy noted.
“Yeah, okay. What about Teela?”
“She’s got Rick, right?”
~#####~ But Teela DIDN’T have Rick – it was one of the first things to reach their ears when they arrived at school. Both Amy and Toby went digging and put their heads together after second period.
“Something happened to Rick,” Amy declared. “When he met Teela, he was confident and had it together, but somewhere along the line, he just lost it. He got this inferiority complex regarding his cock size and Teela was a lot to handle and she wanted him to take care of Sonya, too, but Sonya wasn’t that interested.”
Toby nodded. “Teela couldn’t grow because Rick had hit the wall and couldn’t backstop her. She needs a guy who can handle watching her swing. There are three or four wild things in the group that haven’t taken wing – Tina is one of them. Lucy is running two guys, but she could pull a train. Maybe we need more guys?”
“Maybe,” Amy shrugged. “Jeffrey has the capacity, but I don’t know how long he’ll take to cook. What else is out there?”
“A couple of gay guys,” Toby mused. “That Rico Gambrelli. I don’t know if Louise is done with him or not. Rick has to be re-inflated or whatever.” Toby waved a finger. “We could use Rico – on Camilla, for instance.”
“I’ll talk to Louise,” Amy mused. “We need to get some adults in this weekend. We need another big after-game bash – one to really kick things off at the new place.”
“Yeah.” Toby nodded. “In the meantime, let’s start on Jeffrey.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you at lunch.”
~#####~ Delaney Morrison had an unpleasant phone update with Hobart Simpson. Unwilling to admit that she’d been shut out she told him, “Things have been tough, but I have a lead that might bring me what you need. I’ll keep you posted.”
“I want results!”
“You’ll get them!”
“See that I do – or I’ll make life VERY UNCOMFORTABLE for you!” Hobart threatened. He’d decided that whether the shemale investigator succeeded or not, he was going to blackmail her into a blowjob and a buttfuck. The idea that Delaney was a self-emasculated black male tickled Hobart too much for him to be able to leave Delaney alone. He was going to use Delaney, maybe several times, after he succeeded at his current sexual project: his daughter, Cindy!
The phone call, combined with various hints dropped over the previous week, made Delaney seriously uneasy; she started preparing her exit strategy while simultaneously researching one Marcel Porter.
~#####~ Elaine Simpson’s shopping trip took a turn that would have been inexplicable to her husband: she visited one Jesse Freeman, a local businessman of note who happened to be black.
“How kind of you to see me!” Elaine began, shaking his hand as she entered his office.
“Anything for Hobart or a member of his family,” Jesse replied, with a smile Elaine figured was probably saccharine.
“I’m sure,” Elaine replied, opening the laptop case she carried with her. “You’re familiar with these files, I take it? They were stored alongside a video that might lead the uninitiated to believe that you and your wife are swingers and that you, in particular, are bisexual.”
Freeman grimaced and took the files and gave them the once-over. “Yes. What do you want?”
“My possession of those would lead you to think that I am my husband’s agent and therefore the enemy,” Elaine said smoothly. “However, nothing could be further from the truth. I come offering to be an ally, and as proof of my good intentions, I am providing these.” She retrieved a second stack of documents from the case.
Jesse made a quick examination, grunted, “What the fuck?” and got serious about it. After a few minutes, he looked up. “Why are you doing this?”
“Hobart has become actively dangerous to me,” Elaine replied. “I discovered ALL of these while looking for a way to keep him at bay. I was unaware of the first set until I found it bundled with the second.”
“What do you want?” Freeman asked.
“Use them,” Elaine replied. “Protect yourself. Protect ME and my daughter by taking them to the authorities. All I ask is that you call and give me a few minutes’ notice when the police, the FBI and the SEC are on the way so I can unearth everything and provide a distraction for Hobart.”
Freeman showed his teeth. “I can do that.”
“If you do, the video will disappear. So will the videos of the other men named in those documents,” Elaine declared. “Do we have a deal?”
“We do!” Freeman stood and shook Elaine’s hand.
“Call this number when the time comes,” Elaine directed, presenting a card. “I will use the time to remove the videos from Hobart’s safe and leave it open for the authorities.”
“I will do as you ask.” Freeman ushered Elaine out and got on the phone. He had several people to talk to.
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