The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 29
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 29 - 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
“Brie, this is Jeffrey, and this is Chuck,” Toby made the introductions. “They’re here for the initiation.”
Chuck stood by, mildly embarrassed. It hadn’t occurred to him that he might be asked for this after the big meeting. But he was here and the girl was here and he might as well get it over with.
Brie shook his hand gravely, then turned to shake Jeffrey’s. Jeffrey was the one to offer questions, though.
“This is okay with you?” he asked the young black teen.
“Yeah, it’s cool. I love cum! I can’t get enough of the stuff! I used to drive the guys nuts trying to get it, but nowadays I kind of wait for them to bring new guys to me,” Brie explained.
“So, you do this all the time?” Jeffrey asked.
“Yeah.” Brie was nonchalant. “I may have missed a few of the guys, but I’ve done Toby, for instance. I’d do Big Bro, but it’s an incest thing and he gets all uptight about it.” Randy let out a croak in the background and Brie grinned mischievously. “I know it’s all a big no-no, but you aren’t hurting me a bit! It’s one of those dumb things nosy people get all bitchy about.”
Toby intervened at that point. “Look, guys, I’m on a tight schedule and I need to talk to Brie for a minute. Randy is going to run this thing. Oh, and Chuck? Can I speak to you for a moment?” He drew Chuck aside. “Carmela is headed for a suck booth with Isobel. Don’t get too upset if she has cum on her breath when she comes out, okay? She needs to pay her dues, too.”
Chuck nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I owe more than that, actually.”
“Well, you know we’ll ask, if we can.”
“Yeah. I think she gets it, anyway.”
“Three or four other girls came out of the woodwork – there will be a lot of peer pressure. She won’t have a fit, anyway; she’ll want to set an example for Isobel,” Toby noted.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Toby waved Chuck back and Brie came forward. “Big Bro says this thing isn’t as dangerous as it sounds.”
“It isn’t, Brie. Can you take my word for it that you’ll be covered? Ah, Hell – you’re a club member, anyway. Promise to keep our secrets?”
“I already do!” Brie huffed.
“Yes, you do. Okay, it’s a little crazy, but it’s simple. Amy and I read minds.”
“Yeah, okay...” Disbelief colored Brie’s features.
“Randy?” Toby turned to Brie’s brother.
“They do.”
“Yeah...?”
<I do.>
“YIKES!” Brie erupted.
“Any questions?”
“So...”
“Try NOT to tug on your left pigtail,” Toby directed. Brie tried, but her hand came up and tugged on the pigtail anyway. “We can control things, too, if we have to. I’ll be with you and Amy will be watching him.”
“So, I AM safe,” Brie mused.
“Yeah. Now, you’ll be on video, so you have to ACT like he’s making you do it against your will, okay? I’ll help. We don’t want to get him TOO pissed, but it needs to be clear that he’s making you,” Toby explained.
“I get it,” Brie returned confidently. “I can do it.”
“Very cool!”
“I want to be able to bring Pietro here.”
“Ah.”
“She wants her end,” Randy interjected. “I don’t blame her.”
“Yeah, okay.” Toby nodded. “Nobody else.” Brie gave him the fish-eye. “Okay, we’ll talk about it. Are we good?”
“Okay.” Brie nodded.
“Okay. Randy, the camera is yours. I have got to go!” Toby took off at a dead run.
Brie went back over to Jeffrey and Chuck and beckoned with a finger. “Who’s first?”
~#####~ The door to Camilla’s cell opened and a black man she’d never seen before beckoned. “Come out of there, bitch!” Camilla got up and followed him up the stairs, thinking, ‘I’ve got nothing better to do... ‘
“Kneel up there.” The man indicated a spot on the floor. Camilla settled into position while the man dug in a box, then came back with a ping-pong paddle. He came over and stood before her. “Okay, bitch, it’s punishment time. I got a little show that made it damned clear that you’re an evil cunt who needs to have her ass beat, so I volunteered to deliver a little punishment. From what I’ve seen, you ought to get something every day for the rest of your life, but I’m not gonna worry about that. For now, it’s one day at a time.” He stood glaring at her for a moment and said, “Okay, bend forward and stick your head between my legs.”
‘Oh, SHIT!’ Camilla knew fear, but she had no choice; she bent forward and allowed the man to clamp his lower legs around her neck.
Lucius bent and collected Camilla’s bound wrists and tugged up on them a bit, pinning her, and then began applying the paddle to her ass, alternating cheeks.
“Ow! Ow! Omigod! Eee! Ah! Ouch! Ow! No! Please! No! Stop! Please! NO! NO! OW! OW! PLEASE! PLEASE!” But nothing Camilla could say stopped the man and it went on and on. Her position was such that the obvious thing to do was lunge forward, but she wasn’t going anywhere, stopped by the man’s shins. The pain level rose right through unbearable and kept going in the first few seconds, robbing her of the ability to control her body as it frantically attempted escape, and left her unable to do anything but scream and wail and cry as the pain went on and on and on ... It took maybe ninety seconds – certainly less than two minutes – to reduce Camilla to a quivering mass of nerve-endings screaming in agony, her ass a mass of cherry-red welts! Lucius was amazed at how quickly the paddle altered the color of Camilla’s ass and how intensely she reacted to the punishment; his hand wasn’t even tired when the visible marks caused him to decide that he’d done enough damage. He released the woman’s head and she flopped over on her side and did her best to curl up into a ball, weeping hysterically. Lucius had no worries about stepping away to put up the paddle – the bitch wasn’t going anywhere!
In fact, she was hard to get to stand when he DID return; she fought his efforts to straighten her up, clearly fearful of further abuse. Lucius basically picked her up, gave her a shake, and threatened to beat her some more if she didn’t behave and she settled down, except for the sobs. Then he grabbed her by the upper arm and led her to the stairs leading to the second-floor apartment.
When Camilla again became aware of her surroundings, she was in a bathroom and the man was turning on the tub faucets. Camilla wasn’t sure how she got there – she’d been too busy dealing with the red haze of pain from her shredded ass. She remembered being shaken and told to behave, but everything else had been on automatic. As she stood there, blinking, the man shifted the flow from the faucet to the shower head, then turned and began unbinding her wrists. “I don’t fuck women covered in dirt and piss and who knows what the fuck else!” he announced as he worked, removing first her wrist binders, then the ones on her ankles. “You get in there and get clean. And behave yourself, or I will beat the living piss out of you! Understand?” Camilla nodded dumbly and stepped behind the curtain, only then dimly realizing that she must have peed herself during the spanking.
Hot water! She was in Heaven! Camilla stood there and got warm for the first time in days, luxuriating despite the residual agony emanating from her injured ass. She stood under the flow, not moving, for almost five minutes, only impelled to do something when the man rasped, “What are you doin’ in there? You done yet?”
Camilla stuck her head out of the curtain. “Is there any shampoo?” she asked timidly.
Lucius opened his mouth to give her Hell, but she WAS a woman and they fucked with such things. “Dunno. Gimme a minute.” A quick search in the linen closet surfaced both shampoo and crème rinse. “Here,” he said, shoving the bottles behind the curtain, “Hurry the fuck up or I’ll beat your ass again.”
Impelled by the threat, Camilla got a move on. In a couple of minutes, she shut off the water and stuck her head out from behind the curtain to say meekly, “I’m done, sir.”
“Come out, then,” Lucius grunted, tossing a towel at her. Camilla diffidently emerged from the tub and began toweling her hair. Lucius moved to the doorway to give her room to move and stood there, watching. When she shifted to her body, he announced, “I think there is a brush and a hair dryer in the closet there. Do something stupid and see what THAT gets you!”
Resistance was the furthest thing from Camilla’s mind! The beating had left her totally pliant, broken, incapable of resistance – too much in fear of having more agony inflicted upon her to offer any trouble. She hung her head and eyed him sidelong as she dug in the closet, fearing another attack.
Lucius watched the woman extract the dryer and brush and proceed to dry her hair. The look on her face as she watched him in the mirror told him that making trouble was the furthest thing from her mind; she was more worried about what was coming next. Well, that worked for Lucius. When she was done, he gathered up her leather wrist and ankle binders and barked, “Stick out your wrists, bitch!” Camilla did so and suffered the re-installation of the binders. Then he had her put one foot and then the other on the toilet seat so he could mount binders on her ankles. “Follow me,” he directed curtly when he was done.
They went back downstairs. Lucius was mildly aggravated by the requirement that he not use a bed, but it wasn’t THAT bad. He found a thin mattress and a space heater and organized things, then turned and looked at the woman expectantly.
Camilla wasn’t stupid. She came forward and knelt and asked, “What can I do for you, Sir?”
Lucius grunted. “Blow me a little while you rub yourself off,” he directed. “When you get wet, let me know, because I want pussy, not mouth. Don’t try to get a load, just make my dick happy while I wait. If I have to wait too long, we’ll go dry, but I’ll be pissed. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.” Camilla went to work on Lucius’ zipper. As she began to lower his pants, Lucius waved that they should be removed, so she stopped and undid his shoes and then removed his jeans and underwear. The man wasn’t hung like a horse, but he had a decent-sized cock; Camilla decided to ignore the negative aspects of the situation and attempt to enjoy what was to come. She jacked him, peeled back his foreskin, and began to suck, her other hand shifting to between her legs to tease her clitoris.
Lucius grabbed her head, but did nothing with it, merely holding it while Camilla worked. The white bitch cleaned up pretty nice, and had been nothing if not cooperative. She was giving pretty good head, too. He’d had worse – a LOT worse; she was working at it. “Remember, I want pussy, not face,” he rumbled.
“I’m warming up,” the woman withdrew long enough to reply. “Just a moment, Sir.” Then she was lipping and tonguing him again. A minute later, she settled back and asked, “How do you want me, Sir?”
Camilla was mildly surprised that she COULD warm up, and more surprised at how easy it was. But over the past few days, she’d been in one of three states: in pain and neglected, in pain and being tortured or abused, or having sex. Of the three, having sex was the only one at all enjoyable, and at times it had been AMAZING! Given a choice between those three states, having sex had the other two beaten, hands down! If a man wanted to have sex with her, it was something to look forward to and enjoy, because it seemed that having sex was the only pleasant experience she was allowed! Besides, this one had allowed her to warm up in the shower. The fact that he’d beaten her ass until she was hysterical somehow didn’t enter into things, except as another reason to be cooperative.
Lucius eyed her and made the call, “Doggie, bein’ you’re a bitch.” Camilla made no comment, she just knelt up and looked over her shoulder at him. As for Lucius, he shrugged, knelt up, and plugged in.
From Lucius’ point of view, bad bitch Camilla might be, but she was the hottest white piece he’d ever had, not that he got much. She cleaned up pretty good and even though he’d beat the shit out of her, she was all cooperation from the word ‘go’ so it was hard to stay any too pissed at her. The pussy was pretty damned good, too; he didn’t try to set any endurance record, just went looking for his nut, but she managed to get off once on his cock anyway, before he blew in her. When he backed off, she immediately spun around and started sucking again, cleaning him up, which changed his mind over whether he was done or not, ultimately, when his cock didn’t go down. Camilla noticed that continued firmness and shifted to a regular blowjob, and after a minute or so of that, Lucius gave her a little push on her shoulder and said, “On your back this time, I think.” Camilla didn’t argue; she just flopped back and spread herself.
Lucius was somewhat used to bitches just doing what he told them. His wife did, and Tyrone’s mother did, and those two young cunts that Tyrone and Otis had willed to Slick and Marcel did, but this one still had all of her marbles, from what he’d been told. There was just something a little different about it. It was the difference between compulsory obedience and cooperative obedience. When he climbed between her legs and settled himself, she slid her hands up under his arms to grip his shoulders and seemed happy that he was there!
Camilla was. She had to believe that the more good sex she gave this man, the better off she would be. That was item one. Item two was the fact that she was getting used to the new Camilla, to whom sex was more than a tool – it felt good! She could let go and enjoy herself, and was even supposed to! Even men who didn’t ride her into the ground provided her with sexual satisfaction, as this one already had once. Camilla KNEW that he would do so again, too! She settled back and let the man deliver, and let go and made sure he knew that she was enjoying it!
This being Round Two, Lucius had some staying power. He set a steady pace, a long, slow stroke with a pounding impact on her pubic bone at the bottom. Camilla brought her legs up and wrapped her feet around the base of Lucius’ ass, her toes flexing and curling as his stroke ignited the nerves in her pussy and clit. “Oh! Oooh! Oh! Aahh! Oh!” she gasped, clutching and rubbing his shoulders as the sensations built up.
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