The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 4
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Slavery Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Oral Sex BBW
Across town, Tyrone and his women were having a similar discussion.
“What do you have on Hobart, if anything?” Tyrone asked.
“Antoine,” Elaine replied.
Tyrone nodded. “Antoine and I have an understanding. If it comes to a fight, he’ll go our way – and he’ll help, too – but he says that we can’t give Ol’ Hobart a bloody nose and leave it at that, because he’ll come back with a gun or a knife.”
Elaine nodded. “Antoine is right. What I have would give me a comfortable divorce if I needed to use it and Hobart was planning on letting me go, anyway, but it won’t put Hobart off in a serious situation...”
“ ... And I’m a serious situation,” Tyrone finished for her.
“Yes.”
“I think he’s already started,” Tyrone told them. “I can’t tell you why, but something isn’t right. I really can’t do better than that. I think we’re already being spied on.”
Elaine thought about it. “You could be right. Hobart just can’t deal with the whole idea of you and Cindy being a couple.”
“If he found out about US, it would be even worse!” Tyrone pointed out.
Elaine nodded. Elaine wasn’t going to stop fucking Tyrone, either – Cindy came first, but she wanted her little piece of the hot young black.
“We need to be watching Hobart,” Tyrone went on, “and we need to know who is watching us! Do you have someone you can trust to help us deal with him?”
“Maybe.” Elaine thought about it. “I know who Hobart uses, and I have someone who is NOT on his list. I used him to do the surveillance on Antoine.”
Tyrone nodded. “Can this guy do sweeps? I GUARANTEE we’re being bugged – I just KNOW it!” Tyrone didn’t know how, but he knew. “Your guy can probably check with his buddies who work regularly with Hobart and maybe flush whoever it is. Would he go outside his normal group?”
Elaine pursed her lips. “Hobart is sneaky, but he tends to be overconfident. I’d say no.”
Tyrone rubbed his jaw. “How do you figure Hobart and Antoine got together, anyway?”
Elaine thought about it. “Hobart wouldn’t be fucking around with someone he wasn’t sure of. That means he had Antoine investigated, and probably blackmailed him. Given that Antoine is a gay bottom, whoever it was would have to be able to ... Delaney!”
“Delaney?”
“Delaney Morrison! She’s this hot-looking black female PI – except she isn’t female.” Elaine giggled. “Hobart couldn’t keep that one to himself; when he found out Delaney was a tranny, he just HAD to tell me. I think he thinks it gives him a hold on her.”
“She’s a tranny? A chick with a dick?”
“Uh huh.”
Suddenly, it all made a weird kind of sense. “How female IS she?”
“Oh, she’s good!” Elaine replied. “She’s just one of the girls. You might even be able to climb into bed with her if it was nice and dark and not know the difference! I know I couldn’t tell – and I was looking! She even THINKS like a girl!”
“Really...” Tyrone mused a bit. “Do you think Hobart is using her?”
“Well, he knows and she doesn’t know he knows. I think he thinks he can blackmail her – so, yeah, she would be MY top pick!”
“Okay! Let’s get somebody to sweep for bugs, and let’s see if this Delaney is who Hobart is using. Maybe we can make her change up.”
Tyrone KNEW who it was, but he couldn’t tell anybody just HOW he knew. If he could sense this strange chick, he could control her, too ... but maybe that wasn’t the way to go.
“I’ll make some calls,” Elaine promised.
“Not on YOUR phone!” Tyrone admonished. “Get one of those throwaway jobbies – or two or three – and use one to call your guy and toss it, then another for him to contact you. AND, get whatever other bright ideas he might have about security!”
“Okay. Let’s hit a convenience store somewhere then,” Elaine suggested.
“Does Hobart blackmail a lot of people?” Tyrone asked.
“I think it is only to keep his dirty little secrets.”
“We need to know where he keeps his stash, then,” Tyrone muttered. “We need to know who he is into and how deep. Where would he keep that?”
“There’s a hidden safe in his study,” Elaine mused Tyrone frowned. “Is that safe enough?”
“Well, he has a safe in there that ISN’T hidden, too.”
“Yeah, okay, maybe. We need into both of them, I think.”
“I might know somebody who knows somebody,” Elaine ventured.
“As long as Hobart doesn’t hear about it.”
“He won’t,” Elaine smiled. “I have contacts from before we were married. What about the original plan?” She flicked her eyes at Cindy.
“Is it enough?” Tyrone wondered aloud. “It would put him in jail, at least. People reach out from behind bars, though.”
“Incest tends to cause men to be real busy watching their asses behind bars,” Elaine chuckled. “That and child molesting.”
Tyrone eyed her. “What are the chances he’s doing that?”
“Hobart is pretty jaded,” Elaine replied, smiling crookedly. “You never know.”
“I wonder what he’s up to now,” Tyrone mused. “Well, I think the original plan is the way to go, unless something juicy pops up. Even then, we might want both. We need to see what is in those safes, and maybe get our own copies. I think we ought to have access, too, so we can make his stash disappear at some point.”
“All good ideas,” Elaine agreed. “Cindy, Honey, this is your daddy, but...”
“He’s not Tyrone, Momma. He wouldn’t be my first choice for a sex partner – no offense – but for this, I can do it,” Cindy declared, then added, “Did you ever really love him?”
Elaine grimaced. “It’s hard to say, Honey. Our marriage was almost an arranged one; rich people still do that, more or less. Your daddy and I are both old money, although his family has a lot more than mine. I remember being happy and excited and eager to make things work ... but your father was ALWAYS a dilettante and ALWAYS jaded and it became clear to me very early that I was not and never would be his one and only. We’re a convenience to one another – your father needs a wife to put on display and take to functions where fucking someone else isn’t on the agenda, and I need a husband to help me move in our social circle. What either of us does on the side is more or less irrelevant, except as gossip, unless someone is VERY clumsy and does something unforgivable.”
“What’s gonna happen if we take him down? Will divorce hurt you?” Tyrone asked.
“Not particularly, if it is his fault,” Elaine responded. “Hobart is old enough that he is controlling his own chunk of his family’s assets, so he can’t be disowned, probably, although he can more or less be ostracized. I would end up the target of a lot of sympathy, fake and otherwise. You, well, you’ll be a handicap, but I think I can sell my family on you. I probably won’t get many suitors unless we manage to walk away with a sizeable chunk of Hobart’s money – and if I do, it will probably be a situation similar to what we have now, minus the complications. It’s more about money than romance, and sex is something you can buy.”
She turned to Cindy. “If we do what we’ve been planning, you can’t seem to be seducing him. It needs to look like he is seducing you. Frankly, since he’s got the bug, that shouldn’t be hard to set up. The carriage house is probably the place, too.”
“Once we’ve got what we need, we’ll probably want to pull the cameras and stuff out,” Tyrone mused.
“Twice would be nice,” Elaine muttered.
“Ummm ... Once he’s done it, do you think he’ll come back?” Cindy asked.
Elaine nodded. “Yes. I’m betting he’ll decide that you’re his private supply of young stuff, Honey. I’m sorry, but that’s how your father thinks.”
“Well, that will make it easy, then, right? I’ll have to put up with it, but that will make it easier to think, ‘This isn’t Daddy – he’s a rapist.’ But what if he doesn’t DO anything?” Cindy asked.
“Antoine told me specifically that he’s drooling after you, Babe,” Tyrone replied. “He made a DVD of the video from that night.”
“Then there is no question at all,” Elaine announced. “I know how your father thinks. If he’s jerking off to videos of you being fucked, fucking you is at the top of his list of priorities!”
“Okay, then, so...” Cindy mused. “How do I handle it?”
“Honey, once we’re sure who is watching and that we know what they’re doing – and hopefully, we’ve neutralized them – all we have to do is wait until Hobart is having one of his playtimes with Antoine, and have you discover it. If you appear to be aroused at all – and I’m sure you will – Hobart will attempt to defuse the situation by suborning you. Once he’s done THAT, if we wire your bedroom, we’ll get more,” Elaine declared confidently.
“I still dunno if it’s enough,” Tyrone grumbled.
“Let’s see what’s in the safe, Baby,” Elaine murmured, squeezing his leg. “You never know – Hobart may hang himself.”
~#####~ The trio would probably have been a lot more comfortable if they’d seen what Hobart was doing on his ‘business trip’ to another city. Hobart was lounging in an open robe, watching porn and drinking Scotch, waiting ... There came a knock on the door. Hobart got up and went to the peephole, then opened the door and let a blonde fifteen-year-old in a short skirt and a blouse that should have been demure but wasn’t without a bra into his room.
“Hi,” she said, looking up at him.
“What’s your name?” Hobart asked, looking her over. The girl was quite delectable.
The girl eyed him, her expression world-weary. “What do you want it to be?”
Hobart smiled. “I think I’ll call you Cindy.”
“Okay...” The girl eyed him sidelong and her expression turned seductive, “Daddy.”
Hobart smiled. “I see we’re going to get along just fine.”
“My, my, Daddy! Did I catch you coming out of the shower? Your thing is just HUGE!” The young whore went straight to work. “Can I see it?”
“Sure, Baby.”
‘Cindy’ stayed the night – and a Viagra-buttressed Hobart plundered each of her holes at least once.
~#####~ Frank Parker wanted an evening with Miriam Fleiss, so there were arrangements to be made, and he made them by phone Saturday afternoon. “Abby? Are you busy?”
“Not particularly,” Abigail Fremd replied. “Let me guess ... you’re looking for a little quality time with a certain slave.”
“Yeah.”
Frank really didn’t like having a woman rub his nose in such things – it just wasn’t how he was raised – but his father had made it clear that if he dragged Miriam around and paraded her here and there, he had two choices: let his father fuck her or provide other entertainment. Abby had done a bang-up job the past couple of times Frank had put her and Ron together, so she was the optimum choice.
“I guess I could blow the whole thing off and let Slut go into withdrawal, but she might get all stupid and embarrass me in public, begging and shit.”
Now, this was pure bluster and bullshit; ‘Slut’ – or Miriam, as almost everyone else in the world knew her – would suffer in silence for weeks, maybe months, if Frank chose to ignore her, because it was Frank’s choice, not hers, whether he wanted to see her. But there had to be a rationalization presented somewhere for Frank’s weakness, and Miriam would happily take the blame for the situation – again, just because that’s how Frank chose to present it. Miriam was an odd duck, but then, so was Frank. Frank ‘owned’ Miriam, because he said he did – and more important, because SHE said he did. They had a Master/slave relationship; Frank was routinely demanding and regularly required Miriam to do things that no woman in a normal relationship would put up with, and Miriam made every effort to meet his demands, it being a point of pride with her to be perfect in her obedience. Indeed, she relished his challenges. It was her job to go above and beyond and her intention to be perfect – and if she wasn’t, she WANTED Frank to punish her.
Frank was the other side of the coin; raised to be controlling, he knew when to press and when not to. For instance, he knew better than to direct Miriam to do something that might get her arrested. Why? Because she would DO it – and while SHE would suffer the consequences, it would be HIS fault! Frank was Miriam’s conscience and the final arbiter of her actions. If Frank wanted it, he got it – that was Rule Number One. In the unlikely event that Frank sent her off to rob a convenience store, Miriam had to assume that Frank had a good reason to do so. Her role was obedience, not the determination of right and wrong. ‘Right’ was what Frank wanted and ‘wrong’ was anything he DIDN’T want.
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