The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 5
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
WHAT!?!” Ute gasped. “You can’t DO that! SHE can’t do that!”
“Sure, she can,” Frank said blandly. “Her papa might make it tough on her, but she CAN.”
Miriam was moving, crossing in front of her mother. Ute grabbed her arm.
“Daughter! You can’t do this!”
“That’s up to Papa, Mama. Only he can stop me.”
Miriam shook off her mother’s grip and went over to kneel before her father. Hans Fleiss stood watching as his daughter began undoing his slacks.
“Husband!” Ute shrieked.
“Shut up, Wife!” Hans rasped. “The man warned you countless times, and you kept prattling on! Well, now I am honor bound to allow my daughter to finish her task!”
“But ... but...”
“SILENCE!” Hans roared. “If you cannot close your mouth, I will have to ask Frank to stick his cock in it to give you something to do besides talk! YOU did this! YOU should pay!”
Hans waved a finger before his daughter, who had his trousers and underwear down around his thighs and his erection fully inflated, but had yet to bring it to her lips.
“Wait a moment, Daughter, while I discipline your mother – then you may continue.”
Miriam halted.
Hans turned to Frank. “Do you know what you’re getting?”
“Well, pretty much,” Frank admitted.
Hans pointed to his wife. “Show him. Take your clothes off. Then swallow his cock. YOU will show ME HIS seed – that is your punishment for being stupid!”
Ute stood there with her mouth open, her eyes wide.
“Do it, or I will have him strip your clothing from you, then I will beat you with the razor strop and bugger you while you suck him! Do it NOW!” Hans rasped.
Ute blinked a couple of times and started unbuttoning her blouse.
Hans waited until his wife was fighting with the catches on her heavy bra, then looked down and said quietly, “You may continue now, Daughter.”
Miriam looked up at her father with big, adoring eyes as her lips rolled over the tip of his cock. The creamy look of pleasure in her father’s eyes was unmistakable.
“Ahhhh, yes, very good...” Hans murmured.
‘What happened? What did I do?’ Ute wondered as she pulled her heavy bra away from her chest, letting her big jugs fall into their unfettered position. She undid her apron, wondering how it was that she had gotten completely naked above the waist before removing THAT item. Then she struggled out of the elastic waistband of her skirt, watching the predatory eyes of the young man before her as he devoured her with them. ‘I’m not sexy,’ she mused. ‘This is about conquest.’ She bent and peeled her no-nonsense panties down over her thick thighs and gingerly settled her weight onto her knees before the person she had mistaken for a boy. ‘I’ve been conquered. Now, it is time for pillage and rapine.’ With trembling fingers, she went to work on his fly, listening to the soft, wet sucking noises of her daughter’s incestuous efforts at fellatio.
Frank had a big one, naturally, and no patience. He cupped the back of Ute’s head and drove her throat onto his spike, saying, “Come on! You should have twenty years’ experience on Miriam, and she sucks me right down!”
Ute just gurgled, humiliated. Hans wasn’t as big as Frank ... He reached down and hauled her big jugs up by their nipples. It hurt, but Ute got wet, anyway. There was something about this whole thing that hit her at a level that she seldom operated at. She clutched Frank’s ass cheeks and drove herself onto his erection, forcing herself to meet his expectations.
Frank turned to Hans. “She’s pretty big.”
“Hausfraus get like this,” Hans replied, grunting softly. “They still ... fuck ... Gut ... Ahhh ... You can teach your mama some things...” Hans was running his fingers through his daughter’s hair.
“Go ahead, drive her – you can’t hurt her,” Frank grunted. “She’s sucked a few dicks. Big, black ones, even.”
Hans pulled his daughter’s mouth off his cock. “This is true?”
“Yes, Papa.”
Hans slapped the living shit out of his daughter, then, while she was still reeling in shock, he jammed his cock back into her mouth!
“You are well named, Slut!” he rasped. “Sucking schwartzers! You didn’t stop there, did you? You fucked them, too, didn’t you?”
He pulled her head off his cock again and slapped her a second time, not even waiting for the admission.
“You!” he waved a finger at his wife. “You knew! I will use the strop on you until you are purple from your waist to your knees, and bugger you every day for a week!”
“Huh!” Frank grunted. “Guess I started something.”
Ute shook like a leaf in a fine mixture of dread and anticipation. Hans had gotten worked up like this maybe six times in the years they’d been married, and every time had been intensely painful, yet she remembered incredible pleasure and a sense of being owned, loved and protected that lasted for weeks after each incident. She remembered bending her every effort to gain his approval, and the giddy flush of success that came with a grudging acknowledgment and a rough squeeze. She remembered the pain of those well-deserved punishments; she remembered earning them and actually wanting them to expiate her failures – like she wanted the one that was coming.
Miriam sucked and slavered, working to provide her Papa with her very best blowjob despite puffy lips. Her face hurt like Hell and was likely bruised, but she had failed Papa and deserved the beating. The fact that her short relationship with Randy Hayes had brought her the understanding of her true nature had nothing to do with this – it was a separate thing. She had failed Papa, who could not abide the idea of her being with schwartzers, so she deserved punishment.
“So, she gets it from her mother,” Frank mused, plundering Ute’s throat roughly with his cock.
“What?” Hans gasped.
“That drive to serve. Do you ever beat Mama, here?”
“A few times. Seldom,” Hans gasped.
“With this razor strop thing?” Frank prompted.
“Maybe five or six times in twenty years,” Hans puffed.
“That’s a mistake,” Frank grunted. “Once a month, maybe. She wants you to hold her to a higher standard – don’t you, Mama Slut?” Ute looked up at him with watery eyes. “The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, did it? You WANT your ass busted when you fuck up, don’t you?”
Ute threw an all-over shudder. Frank let go of her head so she could talk, watching the realization sweep over the older woman.
This Frank was right! Suddenly, Ute understood! There was a craving there – one that had always existed – one that demanded that she go the extra mile to show her love. That craving made her a perfectionist. Hans seldom noticed – and that was okay – but paradoxically, if he had cared enough to push her to do better ... Failure should be punished, harshly; she didn’t know where she learned that, but it was important. Failure had always bothered her more than it had Hans, except for those few occasions when she got what she deserved.
“Yes,” she admitted, nodding, turning to gaze at her husband. “Frank is right. You are too easy on me. You let me get away with doing less than my best, and you don’t punish failure. It has always been a problem. I sensed the ability in you to be in control when we were dating, but you seldom exercise it.”
She turned to Frank. “This is what you do?”
“Yes,” Frank nodded. “I hold Miriam’s feet to the fire. She does what I tell her, or I punish her. She likes it that way. I like it that way. I make her do things that a normal woman would not do voluntarily. She enjoys the challenge.”
“Like sucking schwartzers?” Hans grunted.
“I could – and I did, now that I think about it – and I wouldn’t have thought anything of it,” Frank admitted, “but her first master was black. I think it was accidental, but he made demands on her and she ... discovered herself. Only he wasn’t REALLY a master – he was just an angry guy who wanted to be given respect. Once his anger went away, he couldn’t hold up his end. But by then, I’d found her.”
He directed his attention to Miriam, who held up a finger. Her father grunted and held her head, making unmistakable faces – he was unloading in Miriam’s mouth. She suckled him a bit more, until Hans pushed her gently away, then went to Frank and opened her mouth.
“Show Mama,” Frank directed.
Miriam turned to her mother and showed Ute her father’s seed.
“Swallow.”
Miriam’s Adam’s apple bobbed and she opened her mouth again to show that it was empty.
“Now, am I right?”
“Yes, Master,” Miriam nodded, turning to her father. “Exactly right. I didn’t know what color he was or his name or anything for days – I was blindfolded when I met him at an initiation for a club, and for the next couple of times we got together. I think they were deliberately trying to make me fail by making me do things, but you know how I am – all it did was present a challenge. I loved it. I loved HIM, sight unseen, for pushing me and praising me and punishing me. I was with him three times before I ever SAW him. We didn’t even talk, that first time – he had a girl give me instructions while he trained me like a dog, telling me what he wanted when he touched me in certain ways.”
Hans pulled his trousers back up and tucked himself away, then came forward.
“It is particularly nasty, sucking and fucking schwartzers, is it not?” he asked.
Frank nodded. “Yeah, it gives them a little extra tingle.”
Hans took his daughter’s chin in his hand. “Doing this in obedience to Frank is not an issue with me. It is a tool for him. I am unconcerned, because you clearly belong to Frank.”
He shifted his attention, snarling at his wife, “Why have you not collected his seed?”
Ute dove onto Frank’s shaft! She didn’t think about it, she just did it, sucking and swallowing around his buried cock, reaching up to fondle his nuts.
Hans watched her work. “Periodically, my temper would get away from me. I always half-expected her to call the police on me for assault after one of those episodes, but paradoxically, she always seemed especially pliant, afterward.”
“She wants your attention,” Frank puffed. Ute was working hard, and it was having its effect on him. “If you make her toe the line, she knows you are paying attention. If you beat her ass when she fails, she knows you’re paying attention THEN, too – and, weirdly, maybe, she appreciates it that you care enough to keep her tuned up.”
He grabbed Ute’s head and deliberately choked her with his cock while he pulsed out the first blast of his orgasm. Then he backed off to let her suckle his glans while he fed her several more pulses.
After a moment, he caught his breath and continued, “Why would she call the cops for a beating she WANTS and knows she deserves?”
Ute continued to lick and suckle at the erection of her daughter’s master, listening to him describe behaviors that she had never been able to put her finger on, never mind talk about, but had always been there, nonetheless. It was as if he was reading her mind, making order of the chaos there, putting words to the mélange of emotions that conflicted with what everybody seemed to think was the right way to be, but nonetheless existed. Only when Frank shook her shoulder and grunted, “Show him!” did she pull away to show her husband the first spend that was not his ever to enter her mouth.
“Swallow!” Hans grunted. Ute did so without a quiver. “We’re not done,” he announced. “Get the razor strop.”
Turning to Frank, he said, “Let’s go back to the den; this is likely to be noisy.”
Frank nodded and snapped his fingers; Miriam rose to follow the two most important men in her life.
~#####~ Ute met them in the den, carrying a wide, thick, heavy-looking hunk of strap that was thoroughly evil-looking.
“May I?” Frank asked.
Hans nodded and Ute handed him the strap.
“This is a serious item,” Frank muttered, hefting it before handing it to Hans. “I, uh, wouldn’t normally undermine your authority by saying anything, but since you’re new at this, I think I should mention that rule number one is, ‘Don’t threaten anything in the way of punishment and then not follow through.’ They assume that you’re not serious and that you don’t really care, and that leads to further bad behavior.”
“Ah,” Hans grimaced. “I already said what I would do, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” Frank nodded. “You have to be careful not to go to extremes.”
“But it is too late.” Hans sighed. “Today, we both learn a few things. Bend over the chair, Wife.” He pointed at an armchair.
Frank turned to Miriam. “Help her, Slut. Get her something soft to bite down on while she screams and help her stand still and not go anywhere.”
Miriam nodded and came back with a small throw pillow.
“I’m sorry, Mama.”
“I could have gone to your father with this when I became aware of it,” Ute croaked. “I don’t know what it would have helped, but I kept secrets from him.”
She took the pillow and bit down on a corner of it.
“We both learn something today,” Hans grunted. “I will not enjoy this, but neither will I shrink from it. Are you ready, Wife?”
Ute, facing away from him, nodded.
“We begin.”
He brought the heavy razor strop down on his wife’s wide ass.
Frank had never heard a sound like the impact made in his life – it brought a shudder. The muffled scream that came from Ute brought a second. Hans seemed to have perfect timing; he drew back and let fly again in about two seconds, just as Ute was beginning to recover from the first stroke. Frank watched the first five, after which Ute was shaking like a leaf and Miriam was holding her under the arms while bent over her to make sure she went nowhere, then announced, “I think you need to try to avoid striking the same place twice.”
Hans grunted, “Good thought.”
The ‘bulls-eye’ portion of Ute’s wide, blocky ass was MORE than adequately handled. Hans shifted to targeting his strokes such that no two of them struck the same area. He missed a few times, and Ute screamed in agony as he worked over the backs of her thighs, but he managed to finish in another twelve strokes.
Miriam let go and Ute collapsed, wailing hysterically. She’d pissed herself around stroke number ten, and Frank wasn’t a bit surprised.
“Go get something to clean this up, Slut,” he directed.
Stepping up to Hans, he said quietly, “There is nothing stopping you from rubbing a little something on it to take out the sting. Except for the buggering, you’ve done what you said you would do.”
“About that...” Hans muttered. “Now? Later?”
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