The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 28
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 28 - 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
Meanwhile, Tyrone got back to Otis. “Hey, how’s your old man doing?”
“Huh, okay, I guess. He handled the Delaney thing okay,” Otis grunted.
“Think he deserves anything for being cool about it?”
Otis shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Think he’d like a piece of the Bitch?”
Otis froze, thinking about it. “He’s heavy-handed. I actually sort of waved her in front of him.”
“He can BE heavy-handed with the Bitch,” Tyrone noted. “In some ways, the heavier the better.”
“What are you thinking?”
“Let him get what he wants. She’s only seeing attention about once a day, and it’s cold and dirty and she doesn’t get to eat much, not to mention the fact that she’s usually tied up and hurting. We need to throw her a bone, before she gets sick or something, but she needs to earn it. So, if your Pop wants to ride the Bitch hard and put her up wet, that’s fine – he can tie it to goodies, and she can bend the neck and cooperate or do without. I’ll be watching, because she still has that power of hers that causes men to do what she wants.”
Otis shook his head. “I’m amazed that Clint is so gung-ho about this shit.”
Tyrone nodded. “Yeah, I’m gonna talk to him, I think. In the meantime...” he shrugged.
Otis grimaced. “You know, Pop’s got Momma ... and yours, for that matter.”
“Yeah, but I was a little heavy-handed with them,” Tyrone sighed. “They aren’t sparky; they just roll over and give it up. I did better with Patty and Simone, and they’re pretty docile. Your old man is probably bored – no spark.”
Otis rubbed his jaw. “Can you fix it?”
“Not totally. I might be able to roll it back some more – I’ve already tried – but they aren’t gonna be the same. Even if I gave them a way to start fresh...” Tyrone shrugged. “Toby and Amy had the same thing, it looks like. While you’re learning, you bust things.”
“That sucks,” Otis opined.
“Yeah. It’s an argument against ever using what you have, but generally, you’ve used it and the damage is done before you even know you have it.”
Otis sighed. “I’ll make the offer to Pop.”
“Make it for tonight, if possible. We need to get her going. Actually, he can have her whenever, but she’s about to hit the wall.”
Otis nodded and they parted company.
Then a surprise surfaced. Frog Harris wandered up to Tyrone and said, “Hey, about this club. I’m a member, right?”
“Yeah, your dues is paid,” Tyrone agreed. They had Frog on video doing Cindy and Bev, which would get him in PLENTY of trouble.
“I was wonderin’...”
Tyrone made a face. “There are a couple of options available. Why don’t you come with me and hang out for a while?” Frog nodded and followed Tyrone to his car.
“Another busy night,” Toby sighed. He and Amy were hanging out in the parking garage at the Federal Building. Delaney Morrison was going to be moved to a safe house in an hour or so, and Toby and Amy were picking the brains of the representatives of the various agencies in the ‘Hobart’ task force.
<FBI and ATF want to move ASAP, > Amy related, opening a channel to the agents involved for Toby. <SEC and Treasury want to wait and see if they’ll get more.> <Push Treasury, > Toby advised after a look around. <SEC will play ball. Oh, and something else... > Amy nodded and concentrated for a moment on one of the FBI agents, implanting a suggestion. The pair backed out of the various minds they were scanning and headed for a location near the Simpson residence.
~#####~ Isobel and Carmela were doing homework at Carmela’s dining room table. Isobel waited until Carmela’s mother was out of sight and said, “Can we talk here?”
Carmela glanced around. Mama was in the kitchen, doing dishes. Carmela had already related that Chuck was taking her to dinner, and that wasn’t something Imelda would interfere with. Any time Chuck wanted to take Carmela out, it was okay with Imelda.
Carmela leaned in and said to Isobel, “Look, there is this club. It is very exclusive; membership is through invitation only. I didn’t need it – you were there when Chuck and I ... Anyway, Chuck is a member, so I am, too, now. The point is, they have a very high success rate at finding girls boyfriends.”
“Okay...” Isobel eyed her friend.
“Isobel, it will CERTAINLY cost you your treasure to become a member. Many of the girls in the club are not beautiful, but all of them have sex with their boyfriends ... and most of them have had sex with boys NOT their boyfriend. It’s how they meet their boyfriends, more or less.”
Isobel sat back and blinked. “I don’t understand.”
“I cannot say too much,” Carmela replied, “and I don’t know much, first-hand. But you would be surprised who is and who is not a member of this club. And the purpose of the club is to give people a place to have sex safely and comfortably, with whoever they want, more or less.”
“So...?”
“So, I have asked and I have gotten permission for you to visit the club, and perhaps become a member. But there will be rules and an initiation. I really do not know all of the details, because I have not done everything that someone who joins the club on their own would do, but I am certain that you will be asked to do things that you have been taught that no decent girl does – and if you refuse, you will be asked to leave.”
“Such as?” Isobel eyed her friend.
Carmela drew a breath. “As we were leaving the Homecoming dance, you told me that you were thinking about giving Rick a blowjob. Have you ever done that?”
“No.”
“You will. Actually, I have seen how they do this and it is, well, a learning experience. You are not visible to the boy, and he is not visible to you. You get to learn and he, well, gets a blowjob.” Carmela colored a bit.
Isobel eyed her. “This isn’t all, is it?”
“No. As I said, I don’t know everything – only what I have seen. And I am not allowed to tell all until you have agreed to never breathe a word to anyone without permission!” Carmela replied. “Chuck knows more...”
“Fine,” Isobel nodded. “We will go to Wimpy’s and I will speak to Chuck.” That closed the matter, until they got to Wimpy’s... ~#####~ ... But Chuck was compelled not to do any amplification! “I’m sorry, Isobel. I can take you to the club. Once we are there, they will ask you for your promise not to tell anyone what you see and hear there – and they have ways of making your promise binding, believe me! Then they will reveal all ... or a lot more, anyway. You’ll be given a choice, then, of staying or leaving. I have to tell you: if you’re not prepared, there are several surprises in store!”
Isobel frowned at the boy. “Carmela goes to this club?”
“She does.”
“Then I will go to this club!”
“Okay.” Chuck shrugged. Isobel might discover that it wasn’t as simple as that – and again, maybe she wouldn’t. “Eat your burger. We’ll go to the club from here.”
~#####~ Otis was sitting in the kitchen, finishing his homework, when Lucius came in. “Hey, Pop.”
“Hey.” Lucius nodded at his son.
“Pop, remember when I told you that if you gave me a couple of days I might be able to scare up something?” Otis asked.
“Yeah...?”
“I scared up something.”
Lucius eyed his son. “No shit?”
“No shit.” Otis glanced around. “The white chick I showed you. Decent looking. About your age, but looks younger.” He locked eyes with his father. “No limits, basically.”
Lucius eyed his son. “There’s a story goes with this, right?”
“Yeah. A long one. Wanna go for a ride while I tell it to you? Oh, by the way, that Delaney Morrison bitch is no longer a problem. She’s more or less switched sides.”
Lucius grunted. “That mean I can fuck her?”
Otis chuckled. “That’s ANOTHER story!”
Lucius eyes his son. “Sounds like I gotta hear some things. WOMAN!”
“Lucius? You’re home...” Otis’ mother stuck her head out of the laundry room.
“Don’t bother with supper. Otis and I have places to go and things to do. We’ll get something out. C’mon, Boy, I want to hear these tales!” Lucius waved his son toward the door.
“Cheesecake?” Randy stuck his head around his sister’s bedroom door.
“Big Bro?” Brie looked up.
“Toby asked me if you were busy this evening. Club business.”
“Initiations?”
“Yeah.”
Brie licked her lips. “What’s Momma gonna say?”
“Nothing. You aren’t telling her,” Randy replied. “Do you care?”
“No, but...”
“What?”
“You owe me. The club owes me. Next time I want to see Pietro...”
“Let’s talk about this in the van.”
Brie pursed her lips. “Okay. Let me get my coat.”
~#####~ Once in the van, Randy didn’t take off right away. Instead, he sat and gathered himself. “Actually, there are two jobs. The first one is the usual – you blow a boy and we video it so he keeps his mouth shut about the club. The second is, well, a lot more complicated. You don’t have to play – and no one will blame you if you don’t.”
“Okay...” Brie eyed her brother. This must be something if he couldn’t just come out with it...
“Okay, I’ve got this second-hand – Toby and Amy know the particulars, and probably some others,” Randy began. “What I got is that there is this real bad dude threatening some club members. The guy is a real asshole and he hates blacks in particular, but he’s real rich, so he gets away with shit. He’s got the local cops in his pocket and stuff and he brings money to bear and shit slides off him. Well, we managed to get the Feds to look at the guy and he’s gonna go down, but he could still end up in one of those jails that is more like a hotel than a jail because he has money and friends with money. So, the club wants something above and beyond, if you know what I mean. It turns out that the guy is a rapist, on top of everything else.”
“Yeah...?” Brie wasn’t stupid.
“If he was molesting a young black girl when the Feds busted in, the DA would probably go on a crusade to bury the guy where the sun don’t shine, you know?” Randy amplified.
“Wow! Sounds wicked dangerous!” Brie declared, wide-eyed.
“Toby and Amy SWEAR that they can fix it so you’re not REALLY in danger, but I told them that I couldn’t volunteer you for this kind of thing.”
“How are they gonna do that?” Brie asked.
“You know, I’m not sure,” Randy replied, the block on his remembrance of Toby’s and Amy’s powers fully in place due to the fact that he was not in their presence, “But I believe them.”
Brie sat for a moment, thinking, then announced, “Yeah, well, I do, too. What are you gonna do if I say no?”
“Find somebody else. Bernice, probably. Another black girl. It probably won’t be as good, though,” Randy related.
“Yeah, well ... How are you gonna get me out for this?”
“There’s gonna be some kind of girl party. I don’t know all the details.”
“Will Toby and Amy be at the club?”
“Probably.”
“Let’s go.”
“Let me call.”
“Toby?”
“Randy?”
“I’ve got Cheesecake with me for the initiation, and she wants to talk about the other thing.”
“How does that look?”
“She hasn’t said no.”
“Meet you at the club. The initiation is Jeffrey Levine, but Chuck is going to be there, too.”
“A twofer?” Randy grinned.
“Yeah. Hey, the booths are going to be occupied, too. If you don’t feel like giving a little blowjob instruction is cheating on Bernice...” Toby waved the idea out there.
“I don’t, and she won’t, either. See you there, then.” Randy hung up and fired up the van. “I hope you’re hungry, Cheesecake!”
“Goody!” Brie grinned from ear to ear.
“Jeff?”
“Toby?”
“Yeah. Can I come get you for the initiation?”
“One sec...” Jeffrey turned to his father. “I got a call for a session. The guy is gonna pick me up. Okay?”
“Are you getting paid?” Gerald asked.
“Yeah, they’re hooking me up,” Jeffrey replied, thinking, ‘It’s barter – but it’s a LOT better than money!’ Gerald chewed his lip. There was something up, but he couldn’t get a handle on it. “Okay.”
“Thanks!” Jeffrey turned to the phone. “Come get me!”
“Twenty minutes.” Toby sighed and wiped the mustard from the corner of his mouth. “I thought we were going to delegate some of this?”
Amy grinned back crookedly. “We are – there is STILL too much!”
“Finish your fries; we have to go get Jeffrey.”
~#####~ There was a bit of a jam-up at the club. Chuck, Carmela, and Isobel arrived and Abby pulled Tyrone in to apply blocks on Isobel, then began the reveal with her after parking Chuck in the first-floor library. Then Lon and Sally arrived and Tyrone briefed them before sending them out to the carriage house to tend to Camilla’s piercings. Next, Lucius and Otis came in. Frog was hanging out in the background, trying to decide whether he wanted to mess with the white chick in the cell or not when Tyrone led Otis and Lucius back to the control room, where Sally was tending to Camilla’s piercings on video.
“That her?” Lucius eyeballed the screen. “Looks sorta like twelve miles of rough road to me.”
“She’s been in that cell for a few days,” Tyrone related, “and it isn’t heated, there isn’t a bed, she’s spent a lot of that time tied up and some of it being tortured and she’s had maybe two meals this week.” He grinned. “Oh, and the nipple piercings are new and the guy who did them made sure they hurt.”
Lucius grunted. “What did she do again?”
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