The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 30
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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, Toby and Amy parked near – but not TOO near – the Simpson mansion.
<It’s starting, > Amy broadcast, referring to the Tuesday night bout between Antoine and Hobart. Hobart had Antoine by the dreadlocks and was rubbing the Haitian’s face in his crotch.
<They know, > Toby shot back. <They’re watching on cam while they jam Cindy’s zipper.> Cindy and Elaine were well along with their preparations. Moments later, Cindy left the main house, headed for the garage.
“Antoine? Antoine!?” Cindy yelled, entering the car barn.
“What the Hell?” Hobart ranted. “In here!” he yelled, stepping back and allowing Antoine to rise.
“Oh, hi, Daddy,” Cindy said, entering the room. “Antoine, my skirt zipper is stuck. Do you have anything...?”
“Yes, Miss.” Antoine examined the problem. “Some needle-nose pliers, I think.” He headed off.
“Does this happen often?” Hobart rasped. “Do you spend a lot of time getting tools from Antoine?”
“Well, no, Daddy,” Cindy replied. “Not really.”
Antoine was back with the pliers already. Cindy bent over and said, “Can you fix it?”
Hobart stood there for a moment, eyeing his daughter, bent at the waist before him, and the thought came without any prompting. “Antoine, I’ll handle this. I think we’ll use your weight room, so Cindy can position herself better.” He gave Antoine a significant look and a nod of dismissal.
“Yes, Boss.” Antoine got out of there.
“Come on.” Hobart tugged his daughter by the wrist. He led her upstairs to Antoine’s quarters – and his weight room. “Drape yourself along that bench and don’t move.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Cindy was the soul of obedience.
“Okay, another couple of quick adjustments,” Hobart muttered. He shifted a pin and a set of bars along a weight stack rotated down over Cindy’s back. Hobart re-inserted the pin, locking it in place, pinning her. “Now we’re ready.” The zipper was the work of but a moment, after which he unzipped the skirt and tugged it over Cindy’s hips. “There!”
“Thank you, Daddy!” Cindy cooed, and made to rise. “I can’t get up!”
“All in due time,” Hobart replied smoothly. “Don’t you think I deserve something for helping you?”
“Well, sure,” Cindy said dubiously.
“So do I!” Hobart insisted. “You give black boys sex all the time – what do you think you ought to give me? After all, I’ve raised you and supported you and TRIED to instill a little something in the way of upbringing.” He started coming out of his pants. “I’d say you owe me. And since it is clear that you will never live up to expectation, I might as well get mine, don’t you think?”
“Daddy? What do you mean, Daddy?”
“Just wait a moment.” Hobart stepped clear of his pants and underwear. “A thong. You’re quite the slut; do you know that?” He stripped the thong over Cindy’s hips and down her thighs; it puddled at her feet.
“Daddy?” Cindy whined querulously.
“Yes, quite the slut.” Hobart rubbed his fingers along Cindy’s slot, picking up a little moisture, then slid a finger into her cunt. “I think it’s time you were Daddy’s little slut, don’t you?”
“D-daddy?” Cindy was having no trouble at all keeping things authentic.
“Yes, that’s plenty good enough.” Hobart withdrew the finger and pressed the tip of his cock against his daughter’s vaginal opening. “Time to fuck Daddy, daughter. Make Daddy happy.” He plunged forward, sinking his cock into his daughter’s only somewhat lubricated cunt!
“Daddy!” Cindy screeched. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking what is MINE!” Hobart puffed, “Bought and paid for! If you can sully your cunt with nigger dicks, you can fuck your father! Shut up and take it! Get used to it, because you’ll be fucking ME long after that little nigger boyfriend of your is dead and in the ground!”
Nothing much got said for the next few minutes – just hoarse pants from Hobart and grunts and groans from Cindy. There was no question of Cindy having an orgasm; even if she’d been inclined, Toby would have prevented it for her to save her embarrassment. But Hobart was only after his own pleasure, so it wasn’t going to happen; he wasn’t that comparatively well endowed, anyway, and couldn’t live up to the competition. Finally, he grunted, “Take it! Take my cum!” and crushed himself against his daughter’s quivering ass while he dribbled his cum into her channel.
After a moment, he pulled the pin and released Cindy from her captivity. She lay for a moment on the bench before raising herself to look at her father. “Why did you do that, Daddy?” she whined.
Hobart eyed her. “Once you were my daughter, but now you’re just a set of holes to me. You’re a worthless cunt that I spent thousands on and wasted years of my life trying to raise, so now I’m going to get my money’s worth! If you want to play with nigger dick, you can play with MINE, too! I OWN you! Do you want to live on the street? Maybe you want to die?”
“No, Daddy!” Cindy shook her head.
“Then you’ll give your slut holes to me, when I want and how I want, and MAYBE I won’t have that nigger you throw your pussy at killed! But he’s going to know that he stands in line behind ME for pussy from you, just like everyone else! This is our little secret, Slut. You needn’t burden your mother with it, understand? It’s just you and me – and if I let him live to lick my ass while I fuck you, your nigger boyfriend. That’s everyone who is going to know I’m fucking you!” He tugged her up from the bench and shook her by the shoulders. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Yes, Daddy!” Cindy nodded. “Daddy? PLEASE don’t kill Tyrone! I’ll do ANYTHING!”
Hobart threw her back down on the bench. “Yes, you will,” he grated. “Yes, you will!”
“That went well,” Toby said quietly.
It was an effort at levity, but Amy replied, “It did, actually.” They were both a little shaken, so they weren’t communicating telepathically.
Toby thought about it. “Yeah, I guess it did. It just didn’t seem like it.”
“I didn’t have to mess with it – Hobart handled things all by himself,” Amy declared.
“So did Cindy,” Toby agreed, “but I’m glad we were here. It could have gone SO wrong...” Amy nodded as Toby started the car and pointed it toward the clubhouse. Cindy was back in the main house with Elaine. Both women were distraught, but it was all on video.
Hobart, on the other hand, was pleased with himself. The idea of breaking Tyrone rather than killing him – using him the way he used Antoine – appealed to the man. Besides, after he was broken and trusting, it would be easier to engineer something. As for Cindy, well, she wasn’t his daughter anymore; in Hobart’s mind, she was a toy – a plaything – something he could use to get ahead. Cindy was a lot like her mother, but was more malleable. He would use Tyrone to control her until she was completely subjugated and would perform any perverse act he desired on demand, then dispense with Tyrone when he was no longer needed. After that, he would use her as a tool to further his goals. The fact that she already was unlikely to quibble at fucking blacks made her a perfect blackmail lure.
~#####~ Jeffrey had hung out while Otis finished getting his blowjob, and witnessed the little exchange that ended it. Catching up with Otis, whom he never expected to share a room with under any circumstances, he asked, “What did you say to her?”
“I planted a seed, Man, for the next guy,” Otis replied. “Women are funny. Guys come at shit head-on and things that make sense kind of fall out. Women put things in little boxes. They’ll put things in one and pretend that it never happened or that it only CAN happen under certain circumstances. Some chicks get off on sucking dick and some don’t – and that one did. But she was likely to pretend that it never happened, particularly since the dick she sucked was black. So, I let her know that she wasn’t the only person that knew she would do that. Since she doesn’t know who I am, she’s gonna worry that every black motherfucker who comes on to her might be the one who KNOWS she’ll put out. She won’t be able to box it up. Everybody benefits – even white guys – because if she’ll suck a black dick, she’ll DAMN sure suck a white one. See?”
Jeffrey nodded. “Sort of.”
“There’s something else, Man. Women, well, they talk a good game, but if you hang out around here, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Sometimes, you just have to let them know that you won’t take no shit and they’ll just roll over. And the FIRST thing you do is put them in their place! That one, I poked with the idea that she ain’t above sucking a dick. I wasn’t polite about it, because when you want to make the point, you have to take ‘em down a peg. The whole thing will work on her and the next guy won’t have to work as hard. You talk to some of the guys and you’ll see what I mean. If you come at them like you’re asking, they get to say no – but if you can put it across that you’re doing them a favor, it just might flip that switch in their heads that causes them to roll over. It’s a game – sort of like poker. Be prepared to bluff.” He waved. “I’m gonna go shower.” Turning, he headed off.
Jeffrey was still standing in the hallway pondering this when Tabitha Hart pounded up, buck naked. “Hey...”
“Yeah?” Jeffrey stood there, blinking. Tabitha wasn’t the most beautiful thing in the world and she wasn’t any swimsuit model, but being naked kind of papered over a lot of that. Jeffrey’s cock took notice as his eyeballs took in all that forbidden skin.
“I only got to watch. Can we go somewhere and...?” Tabitha had been watching Jeffrey’s cock grow; now her eyes began to glow. “I really want that. I REALLY want that!”
“Y-you want...?”
“Yeah. I wanna fuck that. Okay?” She looked up, pleading. “I got SOO horny in there...”
“Uh, yeah ... sure,” Jeffrey stammered.
“Goody!” Tabitha took his hand. “We’ll use one of these rooms – I can come back and make it up later.” She dragged him toward a bedroom.
Moments later, Jeffrey was sitting on a bed while Tabitha, her forearms draped on his thighs, drew his cock between her thick lips.
Jeffrey flopped back, groaning in pleasure – but came back up to bolt-upright. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
Tabitha popped off his cock and jacked it reflectively. “Sweetie, he isn’t here. I’m ... well, I take after my momma – I’m a stone slut. Pete knows. We have an agreement that we can do whatever, because while he’s got it and can handle my action just fine when he’s around, he isn’t always, and I need a lot of these...” she waggled Jeffrey’s dick with her hand. “If he sees something he’s got to have, he’s got my permission, too. We’re working on having something that’s more than just sex, you know? It don’t matter who we fuck as long as we’re together.”
“Oh. Okay, I guess.” It was hard to think; Tabitha’s magic mouth was all over his cock again as soon as she stopped talking.
Tabitha pumped him about six more times and said, “I’m ready – are you? You seem to be. How do you want me?”
“Uh, I don’t care.” Pussy was pussy, right? Who cared about position?
“How about doggie-style, then? I like that,” Tabitha eyed him.
“Sure.”
“Goody!” Tabitha clambered up onto the bed and went to all fours, then gazed at him over her shoulder. “Ready.”
“Rubbers?” Jeffrey croaked.
“Do we gotta? I’m on birth control! Every day at four o’clock!” Tabitha whined.
“Uh, I guess not, then,” Jeffrey mused, wondering exactly what she meant by the time reference.
“Goody!” She gazed back at him expectantly. Shrugging, Jeffrey knelt up behind her and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.
Tabitha surprised him by backing onto him, impaling herself on his shaft! “Ooooo! That’s NICE! Fuck me, Jeffrey! Pound me with that thing!”
This wasn’t the time to argue; Jeffrey put his cock in gear and started pumping it in and out of the black girl’s buttery depths.
It was brought home to him again – as it had been with Flower – that looks meant nothing where actual sex was concerned. Beautiful, Tabitha wasn’t – but she was a sex machine, for sure! She threw her broad ass back at him, panting like a freight train, and every once in a while, gasped out a request for more speed or power, or maybe a little optional thing like, “Play with my titties?” or “Swat my ass a little, okay?” Periodically, she would go, “UUUUUUHHHHH!!!” and her pussy would ripple and clutch his cock. Only the fact that some girl had drained a big load from his balls minutes before kept Jeffrey from erupting when she did that, and even then, he only managed to handle it three times. On the fourth, he croaked, “Gonna cum!”
“Oogh! Oogh! Uuuhhh! Do it! Cum!” Tabitha croaked, deep into the enjoyment of her peak.
“Uuuuuhhhhgggghhhh!!” Jeffrey groaned, letting go. He clutched her hips, letting her hungry cunt nibble on his shaft while his cock pulsed and spewed, then made to settled back onto his heels ... but Tabitha’s broad ass followed him!
“More?” Tabitha begged plaintively. “You got more – you’re still hard!”
Dazed by the aftermath of his eruption, Jeffrey thought about it. “I’m a little winded...”
“Just come up and hold still; I’ll come to you!” Tabitha promised.
“Yeah, okay, I guess...” Jeffrey lifted himself back into an upright position from where he’d been sitting on his heels with Tabitha’s ass in his lap.
“Goody!” True to her word, Tabitha rocked forward and drove herself back onto him, setting up a rhythm.
Jeffrey only took a few seconds’ worth of that before he took over and resumed pounding her with renewed vigor. Something about sex seemed to tap energy reserves he didn’t know he had! He got that feeling he’d had before and the thought flickered through his mind, ‘I can do this all night!’ Under his stroke, Tabitha’s ass shimmied, her cunt rippled and she whined her way through another orgasm.
~#####~ After his shower, Otis found his father in the control room. “So how was it?”
“She might be worthless for anything else, but that’s some damn fine pussy!” Lucius noted.
“Come by any time,” Tyrone chuckled. “What you did works just fine for us: beat her and fuck her. Just make sure you have one of the three of us watching.”
Toby stuck his head in the door. “There is some other stuff around, too,” he noted. “I think we’re headed for one of those times when we have more women to service than men to do it.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Lucius turned to Otis. “Ready to go?”
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