The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 7
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Arlene Beckwith was stretched prone across her husband’s lap, naked, her hands bound behind her, watching TV. Robert was playing a video that Arlene had seen a couple of times now, a video that left her embarrassed and humiliated and utterly incapable of standing before her husband and justifying her actions ... and thoroughly aroused. The fact that he had two fingers pumping in her pussy and his thumb buried in her asshole didn’t exactly limit things. They were watching the latest two of a procession of black bucks fuck the living shit out of her, and listening to her slutty grunts and howls, whines and gasps and the occasional broken, pleading request for more, harder fucking. Arlene had risen to orgasm once on Robert’s fingers already and was close again – and she knew that when the video finished, Robert would put her on her knees and choke her with his cock. Then he would probably beat her with something while he recovered from the blowjob before finally mercilessly fucking her.
Arlene was looking forward to every bit of it. Maybe he would fuck her ass ... Arlene and Robert had just never been here in their relationship; this was what Arlene had learned to enjoy under the firm hand of her father. Arlene’s mother’s health was poor and she wasn’t up to sex with the husband, so she’d looked the other way while he brought little Arlene along, making her Daddy’s Little Slut. Then, when she got old enough to realize that what they were doing was frowned upon, he convinced her that SHE was the cause of HIS fall and that she had seduced him and that she was now his torch to bear, his secret ... and a dirty slut who had no control and would fuck anything that walked, given the opportunity – ESPECIALLY black boys! She spent the rest of her teen years under tight control ‘for her own good’ so that her father could continue to have his sex toy. Arlene’s father was a master manipulator, and Arlene was a blank canvas – she’d believed everything he told her until Robert had taken her step by step through the whole thing only two days ago! She’d even had sex with her father on the occasions that they visited her parents after she and Robert were married, succumbing to his control and the associated blackmail!
Arlene’s father’s plans for her backfired when she met Robert and fell in love with him, and thereby escaped the fate that her father had painted the picture of for her so many times as trailer park trash, working as a hooker to support mixed breed kids with black fathers. Arlene was SUPPOSED to have been thoroughly indoctrinated, then at some point run off to escape her father’s oppression and run wild for a bit, end up pregnant, then come crawling home to Daddy for support – at which point, he would be able to say ‘I told you so!’ and reassert his grip on his wayward daughter. This would have allowed him to keep his sex slave indefinitely and even have a grandchild to play pedo games with! But instead, Arlene vowed NOT to meet Daddy’s expectations, and she found Robert.
Robert was wonderful – gentle, caring – the dream guy. But he wasn’t assertive, like Daddy. He wanted to be democratic about things, and Arlene got more and more uncomfortable with that. Somebody HAD to be in control, and if Robert didn’t want to be, then it was up to Arlene – even though she really wasn’t up to the job. So over a period of time, she collected chunks of the power in their marriage, stacking them into a wall that she could hide behind, a rickety structure that she kept from falling by constantly carping and browbeating her husband and son over their supposed failings and the efforts she had to go through to keep the family on track. Arlene hated this – she lived in fear that one day, she would fail massively and EVERYTHING would come tumbling down around her ears! The weight of the responsibility was crushing and made her waspish and protective of her prerogatives ... prerogatives that in many cases she didn’t even want to have. Forced into a position of responsibility that she really couldn’t handle, she worked to set things up so that every little failure reflected on Robert, while maintaining the fiction that she couldn’t possibly hand off to him because he was such a bungler.
Wednesday evening, it had all come crashing down when they had gone to the new club and someone had arranged to feed the craving for black cocks that her father had more or less instilled in her, VERY thoroughly! She’d fallen into the pit and gone absolutely wild ... and it was all on video, and Robert knew ALL ABOUT IT before it was even over! And when the black boy had revealed her OTHER craving – the craving to be controlled and manipulated and very much NOT in charge – it nailed the lid on her coffin!
Robert owned her now, just like Daddy had once owned her. Somehow, amazingly, he’d managed to understand, step up, and take control of her and the family. Arlene had spent a lot of time convincing herself that this wasn’t possible – it had been necessary for her to carry on – but she’d been wrong, apparently. Her day in the sun as the queen of the family was over, but that freed her from the responsibilities she’d been carrying in order to STAY the queen, and THAT was a relief! Now, Arlene was ‘on vacation’ – freed from all of that onerous responsibility – and she would NEVER get it back, since the video they were watching, played in divorce court, would put her on the street with nothing! The only person who stood to gain from THAT was Daddy, since he would FINALLY see the return of his little slut – but Arlene didn’t WANT to return to Daddy. Arlene wanted Robert to own her – and now he did, and he seemed to be taking to it like a duck takes to water!
This wasn’t even in the background of Arlene’s mind as she writhed on Robert’s lap. For Arlene, it was all about pleasure and a little pain – and a clear demonstration of Robert’s control – all of which were VERY welcome!
“You owe me,” Robert hissed, “and I’m going to collect! We’ll be going back to the club, and you’ll be sucking dicks and fucking ... and when you’re exhausted from that, you’ll be felching my cum out of some black girl! I’ve ALREADY had offers, so don’t you get the idea that no one is interested. I could probably pick up the phone and get one NOW, if I wanted – but I have other plans...”
Arlene rose to orgasm at that point, writhing and wailing and wetting Robert’s fingers with her juices. Robert laughed and rolled her off his lap to land unceremoniously on the floor and rasped, “Suck me! I want to stick my cock down your throat!”
Arlene’s hands were bound behind her, so he had to open his robe himself, but that was all right. He palmed the back of his slut wife’s head and drove her mouth onto him as soon as her lips touched his cock. Arlene didn’t bother to analyze why she was weirdly happy at being made to gag on her husband’s cock – she merely enjoyed it.
“I’m going to try not to embarrass our son too much with the antics of his slut mother,” Robert grunted, “but don’t let that lull you into the mistaken belief that I won’t do as I please with you whether he is present or not! Fortunately, he’s off with Trish this evening, so we can play without any concerns – but if I decide I want to fuck your face at the dinner table, you’d better not hesitate over getting under the table! Do you understand?”
“Ummph Huuumph!” Arlene gurgled around Robert’s cock, nodding.
“Good. You do as you’re told. If I want you to take my boss up the ass so I can get a promotion, you’d better waggle it at him and give him ‘come hither’ looks – understand?”
Robert wouldn’t stoop to this, but it would fire Arlene’s imagination. Arlene nodded again, her eyes worshipful; it could not be clearer that this was what she wanted from him. Well, he could do it – especially right now. Maybe, over time, they would settle down, but things would be extreme for a bit while they searched for limits.
“I’m gonna cum!” Robert croaked. “Make sure I can see it when I’m done, before you swallow it!” He grabbed her head and used her for a few strokes, then spurted in her mouth.
Arlene suckled Robert’s erection while he came down. She didn’t analyze things – she just knew that she was happy. The abuse and humiliation alone were enough to give her small orgasms, accompanied by a mouthful of his seed. When he withdrew, she dutifully opened her mouth and displayed his cum, playing with it with her tongue, then swallowed it down. Then she leaned in to suckle his erection some more while he played with her hair. He was doing the hard master thing, but he was still Robert, and he still loved her – and that made it all just perfect.
~#####~ Bobby was at Trish’s for the evening, which set up a whole pattern of events. Luis Garza was in for Trish’s mother Phyllis since about noon, and Phyllis’ boys Alonzo and Luther were soaking up manhood from him. That left Trish’s sister Lillian, who wanted to see Gabriel Vasquez, brother to Bonita and Julio.
When Lillian called Gabriel at around six, however, he was left sadly relating that Julio – who had helped Gabriel meet Lillian on a couple of previous occasions – had gone out with his new girlfriend, so he had no ride and no alibi. Temporarily stymied, Lillian thought about it and came up with the idea of calling her girlfriend Brie Hayes.
Brie had similar issues. Ed, the junkyard man, on whom Brie had pinned the moniker ‘Huggy Ed,’ was visiting her mother, Adele – had been since the day before, to be exact. It was pretty clear that Huggy Ed and Momma were slowly drifting toward living together – and that wasn’t a bad thing, in Brie’s opinion. Brie’s big sister Alyssa was preparing to go out with Damian Carter – for the night, probably – and her big brother Randy planned to go out and pick up Bernice Higgins, who had FINALLY managed to wear Big Brother down. Apparently, they weren’t going anywhere – Bernice’s reputation as a slut made her allergic to the spotlight – but everybody was tied up but Brie. When Lillian called for help, Brie decided it was time to take matters into her own hands – not only for Lillian, but for herself, as well!
Randy was getting ready to go pick up Bernice when Brie presented herself before her big brother. “I have a problem.”
Randy cocked his head. “You do? What kind of problem, Cheesecake?”
“I want to see Pietro. Everybody else around here is hooked up, and I would be, too, but I can’t get to him! Lillian can’t get to Gabriel, either!”
“So, what do you want? A ride? What did Momma say?” Randy asked.
“It needs fixing. I called Pietro, and he’s home. His Mama is going to the State Hospital to see his Papa – she feels like she ought to, even though she doesn’t want to, he says. It’s a trip – she’ll be gone overnight – but Maddie and Hank Garber are at the house. I asked Pietro to ask Maddie if Gabriel could come over, and Maddie and Pietro’s mama talked about it and they said yes. Now...”
“Now you and Lillian need a ride,” Randy mused. I suppose you’re going to tell Momma that you’re with Lillian...”
“I will be!” Brie replied piously.
“Yeah, but you won’t be AT Lillian’s, will you?”
“Well, no.” Brie eyed her big brother sidelong. “Come on, please! I’ve been good! I’ve done things for the club, even!”
“What about Momma?”
“You’re the man of the house!” Brie replied. “Momma knows that. If she throws a fit later, you can fix it.”
“Ed’s starting to look like the man,” Randy noted.
“You are still in charge, Big Bro! Huggy Ed doesn’t control Momma – YOU do!” Brie gave him the big cow-eyes. “Please!”
“What about Lillian?”
“Well, if you will help, then I can call her and we’ll make it happen. But if you won’t...”
“ ... Then she might as well not know, right?” Randy finished.
“Right.”
“And Maddie and Hank? What about them? They didn’t buy into helping you and Lillian get your pussies licked.”
Brie looked at the floor. “I was hoping you would help with that, too.” She looked up, her eyes pleading. “Come on – I’ve been there for you guys! Be there for me! Please!”
Randy thought about it. “I’ll make some calls.”
Brie was right. Okay, so she LIKED to suck dicks; she STILL didn’t have to turn out any old time they asked. The club owed her. Randy owed her. He got on the phone.
“Hank?”
“Randy?” Hank Garber didn’t talk to Randy Hayes much – Toby Tolliver tended to run interference – but that didn’t mean they didn’t know one another.
“Yeah. Hey, you know this deal with Gabriel coming over to stay the night with Pietro?”
“Yeah?” ‘How do YOU know?’ Hank wondered.
“Well, my little sister Brie engineered it, so she and Lillian Horner can see their boyfriends. Has Pietro mentioned that yet?”
“No.” Hank sounded disgusted. “That’s more than we bought into.”
“Yeah, I get that ... but, hey, how bad is it?”
“Who is gonna raise Hell when they find out they’re together?” Hank wanted to know.
“Well, Lillian’s momma already knows about Gabriel and mine already knows about Pietro,” Randy noted. “Lillian’s momma even knows that she and Gabriel have been sleeping together.”
“And Brie and Pietro?”
Randy eyed his sister. “They’re just sucking and licking, I think, but you know how Brie is.”
“What’s Maddie going to say?”
Randy gathered himself. “You know, Hank, she SHOULDN’T say ANYTHING!”
This was a reminder that Maddie Reyes had skeletons in her closet. Randy was walking the line, pushing like that, but he needed to apply some pressure.
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