The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 32
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 32 - 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
Cindy had informed her mother of the start of things by the innocuous comment, “Daddy is showing Alyssa’s sister Brie his cars.” But it was mere moments, it seemed, before shots rang out! Elaine was thankful that she had already done what was necessary to keep her promises to Jesse Freeman in advance ... but gunshots hadn’t been on the agenda! She and Cindy shared a look and ran for the carriage house to see what had occurred. “What happened?” Elaine asked breathlessly on arrival.
“When we arrived to arrest your husband for various offenses, we found him raping a young black girl!” an FBI agent related. “He pulled a gun and took a shot at an agent...” The look on his face told the rest.
At that point, the Feds started rounding people up for interrogation. Most of the girls were sent home, but Cindy, Elaine, Brie, and Alyssa had to go to the Federal building and have statements taken. Elaine was under some suspicion, but she hadn’t done anything while under surveillance and didn’t seem to be implicated in any of the documents outlining Hobart’s various schemes, so she was home before midnight.
Toby briefed Tyrone, who immediately set out to find and comfort his girlfriend. Instead of taking her home, he took her to the club, where they were known to be safe from eavesdropping.
Toby and Amy went straight from making sure that no one muddied the waters during the interrogations to a confrontation with a screaming Adele Hayes, who wanted to know how and why her daughter had been placed in such a dangerous situation! Brie let it slip to her mother that they’d expected trouble going in – and under pressure, Randy confirmed it – and all Hell broke loose! Adele ranted and raved and declared that Brie would not be exposed to any more club activity, and Toby had to confront her directly.
“Not gonna happen,” Toby said firmly.
“EXCUSE ME?” Adele howled, “Who died and put YOU in charge of my children?”
“No one had to die, but we made promises to Brie, and she held up her end. Brie gets to use the club,” Toby said firmly.
“SHE DOES NOT! You people have NO SENSE! You put her in DEADLY DANGER!” Adele howled. “I’ve put up with–”
“She wasn’t in THAT much danger!” Toby shot back.
“Having some man make her blow him and threaten to kill her and standing over her with a gun isn’t DANGEROUS?” Adele howled.
“She was covered, Adele! In the first place, she KNEW she would probably end up blowing Hobart and she KNEW that he was going to make threats and be a little rough with her!” Toby retorted.
“And the GUN? What about the gun?” Adele howled.
“We were on watch. Nothing happened. She was protected,” Toby replied.
“HE TOOK A SHOT AT A COP!” Adele screeched. “WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!” She strode forward, her hand raised to slap the look of calm assurance off his face...
... And froze in her tracks, unable to move! She stood there, her eyes bulging in shock, trying to will herself to move, and failing!
“I was in her head, Adele,” Toby said calmly, “just like I’m in yours. And Amy was in Hobart’s, making sure he didn’t hurt Brie. Brie knew this going in, but we don’t usually go this far. Hobart wasn’t supposed to have a gun, but we knew it was there and we dealt with it.” He released her at that point, and she staggered forward, unbalanced by her own demands on her body. Toby had to catch her.
“Omigod!” Adele gasped, “Omigod!” She threw herself backward. “You ... You...” She collapsed into a chair, staring at Toby, bug-eyed.
“Usually, we don’t do such things, but this was an emergency and it called for extraordinary measures,” Toby told her. “Usually, it’s enough for us to know what is happening. We wouldn’t have sent Brie in there if we couldn’t cover her. Hobart was SUPPOSED to go to jail, one where he couldn’t reach out and hurt others from because he was rich and influential. But he made his own deal and we’re all better off.”
Toby didn’t relate that fact that Amy had intervened at the critical moment; Amy was having a hard time with it herself, but the fact was that Hobart WAS going to pull the trigger and there WAS going to be a firefight – Amy had saved Brie’s life. Otherwise, the results were the same as they would have been if Hobart had shot Brie. But it was still easy to believe that she had intervened and gotten Hobart killed, even though she knew better.
“You STILL sent Brie in there.”
“She knew what was likely to happen and she volunteered,” Toby replied. “I know, she’s too young, but we needed her. Hobart had ALREADY raped Amy and his own daughter – we needed to present him with a new thrill. DON’T try to tell me that giving someone a blowjob injures Brie! She does it all the time! She knew Hobart was going to rant and rave and get a little rough with her, maybe, so it wasn’t traumatic. I made SURE it wasn’t!”
Adele eyed him. “How?”
“Ask her. She doesn’t remember the gunshots. She never saw Hobart dead. I rendered her unconscious when she hit the floor before the gun battle started and she didn’t wake up until she got to the ambulance. She never witnessed the shooting.”
“Oh.” As happened regularly with Adele, once the blast was over, she settled down. “I’m still not happy.”
“I understand. I wouldn’t be, either. But we owe Brie a couple of big favors, and allowing her to use the club is the least we can do. I won’t tell her no, and you need to leave it alone. Brie has been an honorary member for months,” Toby insisted. “We won’t be doing this kind of thing again.”
“I’ll think about it,” Adele replied, looking mulish.
“Fine.” Toby didn’t bother to remind her that he could compel her. In the first place, he wouldn’t – they would just facilitate Brie’s use of the club without Adele’s knowledge, if necessary. It was better to let Adele get there herself. Instead, he took another tack. “Why haven’t we seen YOU at the club?”
“I’ve been with Ed.”
Toby eyed her. “I know you don’t think your meeting Ed was a coincidence. That you have a relationship is all up to the two of you, but the club put you together. Remember that, and remember the other positive things you’ve gotten from the club. There is nothing stopping you and Ed from coming over and enjoying the facilities – it’s a lot nicer place than the basement where we started out. Think about it.”
On that note, Toby withdrew from the field of battle, leaving Adele to sort things out for herself. The rest of the Hayes family – except for Brie, who Adele had sent to bed – had ALL been present, but silently allowed the confrontation to go on without getting into it. Now they dispersed, more or less relieved – Randy especially, since he would have been the primary target, and he wouldn’t have been able to handle things the way Toby did.
Toby took Amy home and went home, himself; they were both exhausted. Tyrone was busy with Cindy, comforting her. That he was an absolute bastard didn’t change the fact that Hobart was Cindy’s father; she had grief to contend with. Since no one was to go near Camilla without one of the three telepaths in attendance, Camilla spent a long day and night unattended. Fortunately, she wasn’t closely restrained and could get to the honey bucket in her cell. She also had a mattress and a blanket, which allowed her some rest and warmth.
Abigail pointed this out Thursday morning. “About Camilla...”
“Oh. Shit.” Tyrone looked up from the breakfast he was sharing with Cindy. “Take her something. I’ll keep watch.” He picked up his plate and waved for Cindy to follow him to the control room.
Camilla was sound asleep when Abby opened the door to her cell carrying a tray. Rubbing her face, she sat up and then knelt up. “What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Eat,” Abby replied, placing the tray on the floor and collecting the one than had been left with Camilla on Tuesday night. “We had some excitement and forgot all about you, so you get a freebie. Oh, wait a minute. You will need to take that mattress upstairs.” Camilla was still wearing the dog collar, so Abby went to the door, where Tyrone had hung the leash. “I’m not a man, and I don’t look like much, but I recommend that you don’t screw around with me – you would be amazed at how fast the cavalry will arrive if you do. Come here and kneel up.”
Camilla did as she was instructed, suffered the application of the leash, and collected the mattress. Abby didn’t mess with her while she struggled up the stairs and replaced the mattress on the stack, she just made sure Camilla didn’t make a break for it. Camilla, naked and chained, was more interested in breakfast than any wild shot at freedom she might have; it didn’t seem to her that running around outside in the cold, naked, wearing a dog collar and with her wrists chained together was necessarily going to get her anywhere, and it would CERTAINLY piss off her captors. When they had returned to Camilla’s cell, Abby unclipped the leash. “NOW, you can eat. I’ll be back for the tray in an hour or so.” She headed out.
Cindy, who hadn’t been aware of the whole Camilla thing, eyed the video feeds, amazed. “She’s a prisoner?”
Tyrone nodded. “Yeah, it’s a project. She’s, well, it’s hard to explain.” Tyrone could have just projected the whole thing into Cindy’s mind, but Cindy still wasn’t aware that he was a telepath, and Tyrone liked it that way. People who knew were all conditioned not to say anything, and most people had no idea. “She’s a bad person. She’s been ripping people off since she was a kid, and she’s hurt a lot of people along the way, including her own son. That’s Clint’s momma, and he hates her and is leery of women in general because of the things she’s done to him. She needs to go to jail, but she has some kind of power over guys – if she were to be arrested, she probably wouldn’t even get all the way to the jail before some guy let her go. It’s kind of weird. I have to keep an eye on her sometimes. Some of us are immune to the vibe she puts out. Her parents raised her to be a thief and a con artist, so her head is on backwards. We’re ... I dunno ... rehabilitating her, I guess. We’re punishing her, because she deserves it – people have died because of the shit she’s pulled – and we’re trying to put it in her head that other people count and that she owes people for the things she’s done.”
Abby stuck her head in the door. “All done.”
“Can you handle things later?” Tyrone asked.
“Yeah. She’s behaving herself. I think you guys have put the fear of God into her.”
“Okay, we’re gone.” Tyrone waved at Cindy. “Gonna give Mama a kiss and we’re out of here. We’ll go to your place and get your books and stuff.”
Events at Cindy’s were the talk of the school. Amy went around to the girls and sowed the seed that Cindy’s previous behavior could be traced back to how her dad had been and she therefore shouldn’t be blamed too much for past trespasses, which had the result of having people take it easy on Cindy and offer her condolences instead of having ‘Serves her right!’ for a thought process. In the meantime, word went out that there would be a blowout party at the club after the game. Members were allowed to invite guests – male AND female, of all ages – but they would be gathered in and briefed before being able to use the upper floors.
Lucy O’Donnell took this straight to her men. “Hey, why don’t we invite Nicky’s momma to the club to party? She could get hooked up and could enjoy herself. What do you think?”
Nicky and Eddie Ray eyed one another. “It’s a thought,” Eddie Ray mused.
Nicky pursed his lips. “Yeah, she needs it, for sure. It will keep her from climbing in bed with us.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I want to go THAT far!” Lucy cackled, grinning from ear to ear.
Eddie Ray snorted, grinning. “You’re nuts, you know that?” He gave his girlfriend a cuddle.
Lucy shrugged. “I just like to have fun. Why limit yourself?”
Teela Pendergast turned to her ‘sister’ Sonya Ho. “You’re going, right?”
Sonya blinked. “I think I have to. I’m a club girl and I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Teela pursed her lips. “I don’t think they’re pushing that anymore, but I’m going, anyway. I need to get a little wild, I think. I’m tired of just sucking anonymous cocks, too – I want to fuck around a little. Rick...” Rick had turned out to have an inferiority complex, and putting antlers on him would have been a bad thing, but Rick was gone.
“I sort of liked Rick,” Sonya muttered.
“You never showed it.”
“He was your boyfriend.”
“I was TRYING to share!”
Sonya cocked her head. “That wasn’t going to work. It wasn’t going to work for him and it wasn’t going to work for me. I knew better; you should have, too. You were trying to make Rick something he wasn’t, and he tried, but it wasn’t the right thing for him.”
Teela licked her lower lip, eyeing the girl who was now more than just a friend. “I don’t know if he’ll mess with you because of me, but if you two get together, it’s okay, you know? I won’t bitch. No harm, no foul.”
Sonya merely nodded, displaying her mother’s inscrutable expression. “It is as you say, though: he probably won’t come near me.”
“Yeah well, sorry about that. There are other fish in the sea, though. Don’t get me wrong – Rick did wonderful things for me – but we weren’t going to make it. I’m kind of glad that we didn’t keep trying to force it to work.”
“It’s for the best,” Sonya agreed. Changing the subject, she said, “Mama has been shopping – there will be much food for the party. I hope that it all goes well. I would like to see a party like we have had before at the old place, so Mama can put out a lot of food and feel proud about her efforts. She’s very happy with Papa Frank, but she loves to cook. More than that, she loves to watch other people eat.”
Teela merely nodded. Her father’s relationship with Sonya’s mother was one of the weirdest things she had ever seen, but it worked for them both, and that was what counted. “Let’s go check with the girls over at the team table.” Rick was an original club member and Teela had been in the second wave, but they weren’t into sports, so when the emphasis went to the football team, they were somewhat left out. On this particular day, Coach had called the boys in for a meeting over lunch, so it was all girls at the table. Teela gravitated to Amy. “So, are we going to party like the good old days? It seems like the clubhouse hasn’t seen a REAL party yet.”
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