The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!

“Hi!” Jeffrey managed to get out.

Toby hadn’t paid much attention to Jeffrey’s cock – but Iris did and it was up and rigid and almost eight inches long! “I don’t think we’re going to have any problems, Toby,” Iris purred, “None at all. Come here, Honey. You don’t look like you just want to stare.”

Jeffrey gulped, shook his head, and came forward to meet her halfway. Iris pulled him in for a hug and purred as he returned it, rubbing his hands all over her back and flanks. “I’ve got this,” she told Toby over Jeffrey’s shoulder. “I’ll bring him downstairs when we’re done.” Toby backed out of the room, grinning, and headed downstairs.

Toby found Janice downstairs in the kitchen.

“Lon and Sally are here,” she announced. “They’re watching TV, waiting for Ron, Frank and Miriam, I think.”

“Where is Marcel?”

“With Tabitha.”

Toby pursed his lips. “That might work.”

He was right. Marcel needed a mama, and Abby had been okay, but the narrow white woman had some disadvantages going in. Tabitha was big and black and when she discovered that Marcel was hurting, she pulled him in and her age didn’t matter because she mothered him instinctively. She’d been wandering the clubhouse naked, enjoying the freedom to do so, and that relieved concerns over whether she had a cock hiding somewhere. She’d tugged Marcel off to her bedroom and cuddled him while helping him shuck out of his clothing and they were moving slowly from cuddling to sex, taking their time. Toby left them alone, heading instead for the library to see Lon and Sally.

Ron, Rachel, Frank and Miriam had arrived in the meantime and the males were talking quietly and going over the materials for the evening’s activities while the women knelt off to one side. Lon had said something to Sally about presentation, and Miriam was there, anyway, presenting a challenge as to which of the pair was the more perfect slave. With two fine examples of her role before her, Rachel had slid to her knees without embarrassment.

The longer Rachel was with Ron, the easier things got. They’d left the clubhouse the night before and gone to a restaurant, and while Ron hadn’t made her kneel in front of others, he HAD made her heel him. At one point, he’d looked around and said, “Find an excuse to climb under the table and stick your nose in my crotch.” Rachel had dithered for a moment, but before Ron got angry, she dropped a fork under the table. Once under there, she’d realized that the tablecloth would cover a multitude of sins and did as she was directed, pressing her face into Ron’s crotch. Ron had actually settled back some to be able to see her, so she wasn’t as well covered as she thought she was when she gazed up at him and asked, “Do you want me to suck it, Master?”

“Not here,” Ron replied, “Later. Get a good whiff, though; I want you horny.” Rachel went ahead and put her face back in his crotch until he pushed her back. “Get back up in your chair.” Rachel backed and climbed up from under the table, rearranged herself as best she could, and calmly asked for a replacement fork when the waiter arrived.

“You did good, but you were a little slow,” Ron told her.

“I had to think about what I was going to do,” Rachel lied. “Next time, I’ll do better.” ‘I WILL, too!’ she promised herself. The episode had been embarrassing, but Ron hadn’t made things obvious and she’d gotten a thrill from the whole thing. Rachel was beginning to get the idea.

In the car, Ron said, “You seem to be passing my little tests.”

“Abby said I should trust you not to make me do something stupid,” Rachel replied.

“Abby is right. I CAN embarrass the shit out of you, but that’s all it would be,” Ron told her. “If I get you arrested, I’ve screwed myself up, too. Don’t expect to be comfortable, but if I tell you to do something, it won’t be anything you CAN’T do. If you fail, it will be because you decided that you WON’T do it – and we’ve already gone over what THAT will lead to, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

The rewards came upon their return home. Frank ignored her nudity while she sucked his father’s cock and then cuddled up and let Ron do what he willed. Eventually, she was sitting on his lap, riding Ron’s cock, facing him, while he tweaked her nipples. It was all, well, VERY satisfying! Then they’d slept together, Rachel cuddled against Ron. Rachel had turned the corner, more or less; the rewards for following Ron’s somewhat odd rules for female behavior outweighed any silly concerns about what others thought. Rachel knelt next to her two younger counterparts and did as they did.

Lon had brought an orange and a banana for Ron to practice on. “The banana is closer to the real thing, I think,” he related. “The orange rind is too tough.”

Ron nodded while penetrating the banana with a curved surgical needle several times before washing his forearm with alcohol and trying the thing on himself. Finally, just to be certain, realizing that nipple flesh might be tough, he tried the orange a couple of times. Then, nodding in satisfaction, he announced, “I’m ready.”

He strode over to Rachel and said, “I don’t know if you are ready for this. You need to understand that we are deliberately torturing this woman to punish her for hundreds of offenses that she has committed in her lifetime. Eventually, the plan is to make her as subservient and pliant as the three of you, but first, she has to be broken. Since she literally deserves anything we can dish out, we’ve decided to do this the hard way. It’s ugly, but it’s the plan we’ve agreed upon. As extreme as it may look, this is a measured response. People have died so she could have her fun and line her pockets with their money. What we’re looking for from the three of you is for you to provide an example to her. We’re not going to TELL her that this is where we’re headed; we want her to figure it out for herself. If you don’t think you can watch this, I will excuse you.”

Rachel looked up at him. “The others will be there?”

Ron didn’t look at Sally and Miriam – he looked at Lon and Frank. Both nodded. “They’ll be there,” Ron confirmed.

“I will do my best to please you, Master,” Rachel promised.

Ron nodded. “Let’s go, then.”

He led the group outside. The women all suffered a bit from the fall chill while they crossed the yard to the carriage house, but no one complained. Once inside the carriage house, however, Lon fired up a space heater and positioned Sally within a reasonable proximity of it, and Frank and Ron did the same with their women while they prepared for the encounter with Camilla.

Ron cranked on a reel and a block and tackle extended itself downward from an overhead beam. Ron then attached a spreader bar to a hook attached to the bottom pulley and added a couple of snap hooks attached to ‘D’ rings connected to either end of the bar. Meanwhile, Lon surfaced a small table and laid out the medical supplies and two large rings – much larger than the set in Sally’s labia. The rings were over an inch and a half in diameter, and while Sally’s were the captive-bead type, these would be pressed closed with heavy ring pliers. The needles weren’t the smallest type, either; they were heavy, six-gauge piercing needles, three inches long. When he was ready, he nodded at Ron and they headed for Camilla’s cell.