Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 17 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: M-dom mf mmf mF oral blackmail reluc ir

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 17

        Adele was sitting on the couch, trying to process all of the things
that were happening to her simultaneously.  Terence was suckling and
tonguing this spot on her neck that bled all resistance out of her.  Louise
was talking, but Adele wasn't making much sense out of it.  At some point,
the boys had hauled her housecoat off; her nightgown was bunched under her
armpits and above her breasts and the white boy in the mask had his lips on
her right nipple and his hand running up and down the inside of her thigh.
She could NOT close her knees for the life of her...

        "Adele, Honey," Louise asked, "Why don't you let the boys get rid of
that nightgown?  It's just in the way..."

        "I can't DO this!" Adele gasped.  Problem was, she couldn't stop it,
either...

        "You ain't kidding anybody," Terence murmured in her ear.

        The white boy unlatched from her nipple long enough to add, "You
can, too -- Hell, you ARE!"  and he recaptured her nipple -- which was
damned near an inch long and so hard it hurt -- and she felt his fingers
brush her bush for the first time...

        Adele realized suddenly that she wanted those fingers, BAD!  She
wanted them to open her up and rub her clit -- and she wanted two of them
pumping in and out of her hole...  "Take it off!" she croaked.

        "Put your hands up," Terence whispered in her ear.  Adele did so.
She had no time to come to her senses; the boys worked like a well-polished
team, stripping the gown over her head and returning to what they were doing
in less than three seconds.  Terence tugged at Adele's left thigh and she
opened wide, the feel of his calloused hand on her inner thigh a thing of
amazing pleasure.  The white boy had her nipple between his teeth, biting
gently -- and the things it did to her were beyond her ability to resist.

        Her pussy itched.  It tingled.  It YEARNED!  It DEMANDED!  "Please!"
she whined, and fingers rubbed her already puffy inner lips.  "Oh, Lord!"
she wailed.  Nobody had to be told that the exclamation was one of pure joy!

        Louise found herself wondering if doing this in the living room was
the smartest thing -- but on the other hand, if Adele woke up and got balky,
then what?  Shrugging, she said gently, "Honey, you think maybe you want to
do this on a bed?"

        Adele's eyes cleared a bit and Louise worried, but she croaked,
"Yes."  Louise was right; the boys were driving her insane -- and she was
leaking soup on the couch!  "Let's... go upstairs..."

        The boys backed off -- some.  They helped her up.  Louise gathered
her robe and nightgown, but didn't give them to her.  But hands rubbed her
back all the way to the stair, and rubbed her ass all the way up it; Adele
made sure she didn't outrun them -- they were too pleasant.  The moment she
stopped in her room, a hand rubbed her fur patch and a finger slid between
the lips while a mouth attacked her left nipple and fingers attacked her
right.  Any inclination to return to sanity fled; the finger in her snatch
knew EXACTLY what a clitoris was!  These two weren't raw kids -- they knew
what they were doing!  And Adele had gone too long without that kind of
attention to be able to resist...

        Of course, they COULD be hung like squirrels...  She cupped
Terence's crotch and felt an iron bar under the zipper.  Terence laughed; a
woman didn't do THAT shit if she didn't want it!  The white boy answered her
question by rubbing his crotch against her thigh -- cock size was NOT going
to be a problem!  Adele's hands itched; she hadn't had her hands on man-meat
in years...  Feverishly, she started working at the white boy's button
fly...

        Lon grinned from ear to ear and leaned in to nuzzle her neck while
extracting his hand from her twat to help.  Terence took over seamlessly;
he'd been playing in her pubic curls, waiting for an opportunity.  Adele was
swampy; this was gonna be easy!  There was no question that she wanted it...

        Lon kicked off his shoes and shoved his shorts down, then stepped
back in.  Adele's hand closed on his cock and she froze as the breath left
her body.  She squeezed it gently; it was a burning staff of flesh -- and if
her hand caught fire holding it, she STILL wouldn't let go!  She turned her
eyes to Terence and moaned, "I want it!"  Terence nodded and started getting
out of his sweats.

        Then the white kid stepped in and pressed his lips to Adele's,
following it up immediately with a swipe of his tongue between her lips.
Adele was rocked; this just didn't happen!  She moaned into his lips and
accepted the second incursion, washing the invader with her own tongue,
suckling it gently when it eventually withdrew.  She hadn't kissed like that
in years, and it was Heaven!

        But then a hard body pressed against her right side and she groped
blindly, finding her target almost immediately.  Now her OTHER hand was
cooking!  She had to see...

        Abruptly, she knelt, surprising both boys, and examined her catch
with wondering eyes.  'Good Lord!' she thought, 'They're both... beautiful!'
Rudy had been well-endowed; Adele hadn't gone into marriage a virgin, so she
knew.  In fact, Adele's defloration had been an embarrassing experience for
all concerned, and diminished expectations had been part of the cocktail
that had led a cocky sixteen-year-old to play with fire by taking a bet to
fuck a certain boy in the grade above her without birth control.  But Rudy
hadn't quite packed what either of these boys had -- they were BIG!  Aside
from color, they could have been twins, too -- big, mushroom heads that
popped out from under their foreskins when she jacked them back...  The
heavy scent of male musk had her dripping; she looked up from wondering
which one to taste first and was instantly embarrassed; Louise was sitting
there on the bench in front of her dresser, watching.  "I... I..."

        "Don't let ME stop you, Baby!" Louise grinned, eyes alight.  "I'm
getting dick -- and you look like you need it, bad!"

        It was perverse -- perverted -- but Adele held Louise's eyes as she
bent to slide her lips over Louise's son's cock head and whirl her tongue
over it, savoring the tang of it.  The white boy tasted a bit different, but
it was definitely variations on a theme; she wanted them both, and was
unhappy that cramming them both in her pussy at once didn't make a whole lot
of sense.  Finally, she looked up at Lon, "I want you -- but he's first!"

        Dirk wandered in about that time, drawn by the smell of one of his
bitches in heat.  But there were others around, notably a couple of big
males -- and a bitch sitting on the bench.  Adele got up, taking her pussy
out of easy reach, and kneed him when he jumped up, muttering, "Go away,
Dirk," distractedly; this was a signal he'd learned to understand -- 'no
pussy today'.  Indifferent, he wandered over to the other bitch and stuck
his nose in her crotch.

        "Pushy, isn't he?" Louise laughed, batting at the dog's nose.

        Under other circumstances, Adele would have discussed Dirk's habits
at length, in self-justification -- but right now, she had other priorities,
so she limited herself to a distracted, "Yes."  She tugged Terence toward
the bed by his stiff member, not letting go until she was flat on her back
with her knees up and his muscular torso poised over her.  "Please!" she
begged.

        And then it was sinking into her, filling her, giving her something
that she had missed FOREVER, but been too afraid, too cautious, too busy to
hunt down.  She gave no further thought to Dirk; this took all of her
attention from the moment Terence's glans nosed between her pussy lips.
Terence set up a rhythm at a speed about two-thirds of what she'd come to
expect from her canine lover and pistoned in and out of her core, touching
depths that hadn't been touched in a long time, sliding smoothly in and out,
stroking her inner walls.  She rubbed his shoulders, his biceps, clinging,
her breasts bouncing on her chest to the metronomic impacts of his pubic
bone against the flat of her mons -- this was Heaven!

        There was a groan and a hot slurping sound; Adele turned glazed eyes
to see Louise bobbing her head over the white boy's erection, her knees
spread to accommodate the hand rubbing her crotch.  Louise caught her
looking -- no feat, since she was watching the show -- and lifted her lips
from the white boy's cock with a pop.  "I couldn't resist," she muttered.
"He'll have plenty for you on the second pass..."  Adele merely nodded; what
was going on between her legs RIGHT NOW required all of her attention...

        Adele was habituated; with Dirk, it was get an orgasm in three
minutes or go without.  Terence had her there 'WAY before THAT!  Adele felt
the familiar buildup and moaned, "Oh, Lord!" wrapping her legs around his
thighs in an instinctive effort to keep him from escaping.  "Oh, Lord!  OH!
LORD!  OH!  OH! OOOOOOHHHH!!!!!"  She surged and rocked and her pussy gulped
at his cock -- and when she was done and fell back he was STILL THERE, still
pumping away, grinning at her flushed, joyous face!

        Adele caught her breath and rocked her pelvis up to meet him --
something not really possible with Dirk.  In a moment, she caught Terence's
eyes and said, "I want to see..."

        Terence nodded, unruffled, and rose up.  "Lift your knees," he
directed, and he spread her, bracing his hands on them.

        Adele gazed down between the hillocks of her flattened breasts at
the hard brown staff plunging steadily into her split.  "So beautiful..."
she mused, then she raised her eyes to his.  "Thank you."

        Terence grinned.  "You ain't seen nothin' yet!"  His hips continued
to snap, driving his thick staff into her then retracting it, steadily,
while Adele moaned and gasped and wriggled in ways that she'd learned not to
while trying to get her satisfaction from a dog...

        Meanwhile, Louise was vacuuming Lon's erection with a will, leaving
him gasping with pleasure as her lips and tongue slid up and down his
burning meat.  "If you want a fuck..." he grunted.

        "No, Baby, I'm just taking the edge off so you can be at your peak
when she calls for you," Louise grinned, jacking him.  "Besides, I like the
taste..."  Two minutes later, her efforts were rewarded as Lon's cock jerked
and spewed in her mouth in counterpoint to the exclamations accompanying
Adele's second orgasm of the session.

        Adele hadn't cum twice in the same day in years -- to have done it
in the same session was miraculous!  Terence was a wonder!

        But he WAS tiring, finally, and he WAS approaching his peak; try as
he might to control things, there was no way that he was going to bring
Adele off a third time.  When he finally admitted it to himself, it was like
throwing a switch -- the countdown timer to blowing his jizz in her started
rolling.  "Can't hang any longer..." he grated through clenched teeth.

        "Don't!" Adele replied.  "Give it to me!  I want it!  Shoot it in
me!"

        That was all Terence needed to hear; he wound up to a jack-hammer
stroke that lasted for about six impacts, buried his cock, and froze while
his balls jumped to the draw of his sperm pump, shooting his thick wad at
Adele's cervix from EXTREMELY close range!

        Adele found herself pulsing -- not an orgasm, just an instinctive
reaction to a cock trying to impregnate her.  It was all so very, VERY
good...  Terence rocked forward and she caressed his shoulders and flanks as
his lungs heaved in reaction to the sustained effort he had put into her.

        "So," Louise called attention to herself, then continued matter-of-
factly, "I imagine you're a believer..."

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        In the playroom at Carpenters, Toby considered Damian's idea.  "On
the table.  We'll put a mattress up and hang her head over the edge.  Cue on
me and we can work on her blowjobs."

        "Awright."  The pair of them muscled a mattress onto the pool table.

        In the meantime, Beth was engaging the girl in conversation, "How
you doing, Sweetie?"

        "Ummm, okay.  Can I, like, crash a minute?" Alyssa asked
diffidently.

        "Well, I wouldn't go to sleep -- I think the boys have other plans.
How was the sex?"

        "Real good," Alyssa admitted after flopping onto the mattress.
"Amazing!"

        "And the blow job?"

        "Scary, but kind of fun.  Am I gonna be doing that a lot?"

        "I don't know, Sweetie.  These things are pretty hard to predict,
you know?  Would it be okay if you did?"

        "Do I have a choice?" Alyssa asked.

        "Well, no..."

        "It's okay, anyway, I think," Alyssa replied confidently.

        "You did a real good job!" Beth insisted.  "I was proud of you!
Pretty soon we can talk about deep throat!"

        "Yeah?"  Alyssa was momentarily pensive.  "Is that stuff for real?"

        "Oh, yeah, Sweetie -- very!" Beth assured her.  "I do it -- I'm good
at it!  Guys get a real charge out of you burying your nose in their pubic
hair -- besides, swallowing around the head of their cocks is big...  Of
course, you still need to be moving, not just taking it in.  If you want
their cum, you need fuck them with your mouth."

        Alyssa nodded, then asked diffidently, "Ma'am?  Do I really need the
mask?"

        "That's up to Damian, Sweetie.  Better ask him."

        This was an order of magnitude different; Alyssa had sort of a
relationship with the woman, and got some support from her.  Damian, on the
other hand, she knew -- but he seemed to be behind every bit of the
brutality she'd been exposed to.

        But the hood was miserable, so...  "Damian?"

        Damian turned from what he was doing.  "You want something, Dog
Slut?"

        "Can I... Can I have the hood taken off?  You've both done
something..."  Alyssa was absolutely timid.  Randy, who had been back and
forth about how things were going from time to time, snickered quietly.
Alyssa heard it, but she ignored it; for one thing, she couldn't be SURE it
was Big Brother -- and if it wasn't -- maybe even if it was -- anything she
said or did about it would get her into trouble.

        Damian thought about it a moment, then replied, "Okay, you did real
good the way you asked, and I need to tell you that -- but no, you can't get
out of there yet.  Me and my bud, here, are gonna get the other half -- both
at the same time, this time.  And when it's over, I don't want you to know
who did what -- not just yet, anyway."

        "Oh."  There didn't seem to be anything else to say, actually; at
least he'd given her a reason, no matter how weird...

        Damian went and stood over her, "Come on, we're ready for you."  He
took her hand and helped her up, then led her to the table.  "Climb up on
this."  He steadied her as she did so, then grunted, "Okay, over on your
back.  Scoot up to the edge and hang your head over -- there's a pillow."

        Alyssa gingerly did as she was told.  In the meantime, Toby watched
Randy.  Approaching him, he said quietly, "Haven't you seen enough?"

        Randy pursed his lips.  "Yeah."

        "We won't hurt her," Toby promised.  "That piece is over -- for now,
anyway.  Why don't you go upstairs and hang out with Brie and Sally?"

        "Yeah."  Randy headed out, taking the stairs quietly.  Damian was
fucking scary, but he got results -- and something about Toby made you trust
him.  Besides, Beth was there -- she wouldn't let anything too hairy happen
to Sissy.

        Meanwhile, Damian assisted Alyssa, fine-tuning her position in
silence.  When he was satisfied, Alyssa's neck was pillowed, but her head
hung over the table edge in a position that Beth tacitly approved.  Damian
was deliberately noisy when moving away, so that Alyssa knew he was gone;
the return, however, after collecting Toby, was virtually silent.  Damian
waved Toby up onto the table then waved Beth over to talk for them; when
Toby was up and approaching Alyssa, Damian gestured and Beth said, "Spread
your legs, Sweetie -- it's time for Round Three."

        Alyssa, her hearing and sense of touch attuned to her current lack
of sight, was ready; she widened her stance while keeping her feet flat on
the mattress.  Gentle hands ran down the inside of her thighs.  Alyssa
asked, "Am I supposed to enjoy this?"

        Both boys nodded; Toby probed a bit to figure out Alyssa's mindset
-- but Beth was the one who answered, "If possible, Sweetie, but that's kind
of up to you."

        Alyssa relaxed while she thought about it.  She was basically
helpless -- blind, her hands bound, if relatively loosely.  She'd been
beaten severely.  But the sex hadn't been rape-oriented.  Apparently, they
were busy teaching her that boys were better than dogs -- and Alyssa had no
problem agreeing with them about it.  They COULD have brutalized her further
and they HAD made it very clear that she had no say in what went on and that
she was being punished for past behavior -- but the sex itself?  Great!
Even the blowjob hadn't been so bad...  It was kind of hard to have big,
mind-blowing orgasms and then complain "I was raped!" -- that seemed kind of
hypocritical.  Right now, the guy between her legs had two fingers in her
hole and his thumb working her clitty; given the way things had gone thus
far, the 'I'm being violated!' mindset just wouldn't fly.  Maybe she was --
okay, certainly she was -- but something in the way they'd flip-flopped
things after the beating had robbed her of outrage.  At this point, it was
sex -- kinky sex, maybe, but Alyssa was willing -- and you can't rape the
willing...  She announced her decision by picking up her right foot and
rubbing it along the back of Toby's left thigh.

        Toby wasn't as taken by surprise as he could have been; he was
attuned to Alyssa and felt the end of her inner conflict.  Beth and Damian
realized what they were seeing, too.  Toby reached up and began undoing one
of Alyssa's binders, one-handed, until Beth waved him away and took over.
"We're gonna give you a little something after all, Sweetie, for being a
good girl," she announced, releasing one wrist.  "Stay away from the hood,
but at least you can move them a bit more."

        Stupid as it might seem to an outsider, Alyssa was flooded with
gratitude.  There had been several inches of play in the chain between her
linked wrists, but not enough for her to find a comfortable position for her
hands.  The confidence in her the act expressed buoyed her, too; having
bottomed out, she was now moving back up the ladder, earning their trust.
Having her hands meant that she was capable of some participation, too;
oddly enough, resistance never occurred to her.  "Can I play with my
breasts?" she asked.

        Beth flicked a glance at Damian, who shrugged and gestured, "Sure,
Sweetie, but there are a half-dozen other hands around..."  To emphasize
this, Damian settled his on Alyssa's breasts and began to knead them.

        "Ummmm, yeah I forgot."  Big hands collected her grapefruit-sized
melons and lifted them from where they were hanging off the sides of her
chest and pushed them together, then started kneading the nipple area.  It
was VERY nice, but lacked just a little bit of pressure...  Did she dare
ask?

        Toby waved at Damian and mimed applying more pressure, quickly
adding the gesture that said 'just a little'.  Damian nodded and bore down
just a touch.  Alyssa groaned in pleasure; Damian reflected that knowing
what a woman wanted was a powerful tool...

        There was another powerful tool in play; when Damian stepped up to
play with Alyssa's breasts, his stiff cock had to go somewhere.  It slid
past Alyssa's ear, and she found herself bathed in a wash of male musk.
Alyssa inhaled deeply, amazed at what it did for her; it calmed her and
excited her, focusing her on arousal and washing away the other issues.  She
turned her head and found her nose sliding along the underside of the shaft;
without thought, she brought her tongue into play.

        Damian was surprised, but, hey, if she wanted it... He pulled back,
reached down with one hand to adjust the position, and pressed the head of
his cock to her now searching lips.

        Alyssa had just enough time to be unhappy at the withdrawal before
the mushroom head pressed against her lips.  She opened up and sucked it in,
insanely pleased over the whole thing.  The hand that had wandered off from
her right breast settled back onto it.

        There was a shifting at her crotch; the fingers went away -- but
they were replaced by the half-familiar feel of the spongy mushroom head of
a cock, which pressed forward slowly until her opening accepted it.  Alyssa
wondered a bit; it seemed different than the last one.  Whoever it was, he
was taking it easy -- even to the point of using his thumbs to hold back her
pussy lips so as not to suck them in as he pressed slowly forward.  That was
great in and of itself; Alyssa couldn't count the number of times that Dirk
jammed at her and pushed one of her inner lips into her hole -- and damn,
did THAT hurt!  The guy rocked back a bit and then fed her pussy some more
of his length, then did it again, and Alyssa began to feel full, almost to
the point of being uncomfortable.  This surprised her some; either she'd
shrunk after the first time or this guy was a little bigger, maybe...
Alyssa realized gratefully that the guy in her mouth wasn't moving,
apparently content to have her absent-mindedly suckle his cock head -- that
probably wouldn't last...

        It was no accident; Toby had signaled to Damian to hold off while he
handled his penetration.  Now, buried as deeply as Alyssa was prepared to
accept, he started running short strokes, opening her up -- and he waved to
Damian to proceed, albeit gently.

        Damian had no problem with all this -- he wanted the little slut
thoroughly addicted to dick -- his, preferably.  He had plans for Alyssa...
He slowly started rocking is hips, working his meat in and out of her puffy
lips.  Alyssa had cocksucker's lips -- and cheeks, for that matter; it was
one of the things that drew Damian to her.

        'Gawd, what a dick!' Alyssa thought muzzily.  He was taking it easy,
but the thing was ironing all the wrinkles out of her pussy hole.  He seemed
to be hitting her cervix, too, which HAD to mean that he was huge!  Her
knees seemed to be in his way, so she grabbed them; he rewarded her by
laying his hand on her pubes and working his thumb over her clitty, which
jacked up the pleasure, BIG time!  In the meantime, the other guy was moving
his cock in and out of her mouth; Alyssa tried to remember what the woman
had told her about pleasing a guy who was doing that, but her pussy kept
capturing her attention...

        Toby tried to help her; he stabilized things, trying to create a
platform of pleasure from which she could work -- which meant a steady
stroke, for one thing.  Problem was, things climbed up the scale, anyway,
for both of them.  He tried to artificially support her so she could work on
Damian, but that got him just too much input about the taste and feel of
Damian's cock.  He distanced himself again, limiting himself to noticing
when Damian made things unpleasant for her and passing the word to him.

        Alyssa, on the other hand, found a way to handle things after a
fashion on her own.  She didn't have to work at being fucked; she could
enjoy it without thinking about it -- maybe not as much, but plenty.  The
cock in her mouth, though, required attention, so she took a couple of hints
that bled over from the things Toby had been attempting and applied them to
sucking Damian.

        There were issues; primarily, she was in the wrong position to use
her tongue on the underside of the guy's cock, as she had been taught.  She
still had her lips, though, and her cheeks -- and she could use her tongue
up on top, too.  His balls tended to swing toward her nose, which brought
his pubes into contact -- and that tickled!  At one point, she had to let go
of her legs and push him back so she could sneeze!  Before Damian could get
angry, though, she collected his hips and pulled him back in.  Beth giggled
and said, "Bless you!" and that broke any tension.

        Beth was mildly confused; Toby spent a lot of time gesturing one-
handed, and Damian paid a lot of attention to it.  It was like Toby was
orchestrating things -- but based on what?  It wasn't clear, so she
dismissed it and concentrated on making coaching suggestions to Alyssa about
how to handle the cock in her mouth.

        As far as Damian was concerned, Alyssa was doing just fine!  He
keyed on Toby, and that kept him from challenging her in ways in which she
wasn't prepared to handle -- which increased her confidence and by extension
increased her capabilities.  This was Alyssa's second effort of the day, and
while it presented challenges, it was also both familiar and apparently
going well; she was handling Damian working at depths that would have gagged
her initially -- almost to the back of her throat.  That was one thing that
WAS easier in her current position; the upward curve of Damian's cock was
better accommodated with her head and neck in this relative position as the
curve pointed him down her throat, rather than at the roof of her mouth.
Thus, he was able to stroke in and out, enjoying her thick lips and hot, wet
mouth over most of his length, as long as he didn't get stupid about it and
try to ram home in her throat.

        The situation wasn't stable; everyone was headed for an orgasm at
his or her own rate -- and the only one not either distracted or holding
back was Damian.  Naturally, he got there first...

        Damian got that warning tickle and he opened his mouth -- then
realized that if he said anything, the whole hood thing was wasted.  He
grabbed Beth's arm and transmitted his urgency to her by mouthing, 'Gonna
cum!'

        It took Beth a moment, then she went, "Oh!  Sweetie, you're about to
get a mouthful -- remember to swallow!"  She turned on Damian and warned,
"YOU be careful what you do with that -- she can't deep-throat yet!"

        Damian nodded and went back to what he was doing; the distraction
put him off for a few seconds.  But he was soon back, pumping his cock in
and out of Alyssa's mouth and holding her head.  He settled back to just
running the ridge of his glans in and out between Alyssa's lips, which
allowed her to wash the tip with her tongue -- and hurry him right along
toward his climax!  Just as he was about to shoot, Beth added, "You raise up
her head when you're done -- I don't know if she can swallow properly like
that!"  She grabbed Alyssa's shoulder and admonished, "You hold it in your
mouth until he raises your head, Sweetie -- we don't want you choking!"

        This led to another short delay while each of them worked through
their concerns -- but Damian couldn't reposition her at this late date and
they both knew it.  Toby saw the problem -- or rather, the stress it caused
-- and moved to dampen it in Alyssa, which helped.  Finally, Damian got his
stroke back and moved past the point of no return.

        Alyssa recognized the situation and again brought her hands up to
engage his hips -- but she didn't push him away.  Instead, she held on,
waiting, as the final barriers fell and Damian erupted into her mouth.
Since it wasn't his first cum of the day, it wasn't anything too copious;
Alyssa found that she could hold it in her mouth without any issues.  She
went ahead and nursed on his glans, suckling and washing it with her tongue
until Damian couldn't stand it any more and pulled back.  Belatedly, when he
was clear, he remembered to lift her head so she could swallow -- then he
stepped in and braced her head against his torso while he resumed playing
with her breasts.

        This relieved Alyssa of virtually all discomfort and her primary
distraction; she shifted her focus to the cock plunging in and out of her
pussy, the thumb teasing her clitty, and the fingers mauling her distended
nipples.  Without the cock in her mouth to distract her, she was quickly
inundated in the flood of pleasure that she had been holding at arm's length
for so long, "Ogod!  Ogod!  So good!  Uggh!"  Toby grinned; she was snapping
from somewhere in the middle of the climb toward her peak like a stretched
rubber band!  "OoooOOOOOoooh!  OooooOOOOOOOoooh!  OOOOOHHH!!!
GAAAAAAAWD!!!!" she howled as she flashed to her peak and kept going like a
runaway roller-coaster car leaping off the tracks at the peak of a climb!
She crossed her legs behind Toby's and surged and bounced against him,
driving him deeper into her than he had allowed himself to go, bludgeoning
her cervix with his blunt glans -- but the pain merely mixed with the
pleasure as she ground herself, pulsing, against him.

        Toby had no shot at avoiding his own completion; he was linked into
her when she went off the charts, but that was only part of it; Alyssa's
pussy sucked and rippled and pulsed, massaging his entire length and milking
him to the point that orgasm was unavoidable!  Grunting, he held himself
pressed deep into her and pumped semen directly through the opening in her
cervix and into her uterus!

        Alyssa felt the pressurized blast against her innermost defenses and
screamed in primitive joy -- and passed out.

        Damian was the first to detect her limp state; Toby had very nearly
departed for the next plane with her when she left.  "Jeez, did ya have to
kill her?" he complained.

        "What?"  Beth came running around and put her head on the girl's
chest.  "She just passed out," she announced.  "Boy!  That must have been a
good one!"  She started picking at the hood's laces, "You two get off of
her, now, so she can recover!"

        Damian stepped back, but Toby just knelt there, sitting back on his
haunches, looking dazed.  Beth waved a hand in front of his face, then
grunted, "Help me with him, will you?  He's almost as far gone as she is!"

        Damian nodded and circled around the table to give Toby's shoulder a
good shake.  "Hey!"

        "Huh?  Oh..."  Toby shook himself and backed off, pulling his slowly
shrinking member from the black girl's crotch.  "She went a little wild, and
I was too close..."  He turned and got down from the table onto shaky legs.

        "Is she okay?" Damian asked.

        "Yeah, she had a helluva time," Toby affirmed.  "We'd better get
organized."  He staggered toward the couch.

        "Help me move her," Beth insisted.  Slave she might be under some
conditions, but she was ALSO a nurse, and this situation had medical
implications.  Damian didn't argue -- he just took one side while Beth took
the other, moving Alyssa down to the point that her head was propped on a
pillow.  She shook her head at the idiocy of assuming that Toby knew how the
girl felt about everything -- both of the boys were deluded if they thought
they could predict such things...

        Damian settled himself on the couch beside Toby and asked quietly,
"What happened?"

        "She was working hard on giving you a good blow job," Toby related.
"When it was over and she could pay attention to all the stuff we were doing
to her, she kind of overloaded."  He shook his head.  "I was in too close --
again."

        "She gonna be good?"

        "Yeah.  That whipping -- she'd never had anything like that.  It
broke her, almost.  Then there was all that sex -- which was great, as far
as she was concerned..."

        "Wasn't exactly re-runs for ME!" Damian grunted.

        "Yeah, but it had a powerful effect.  She's got you kind of pegged
as the guy who provides everything important to her -- good AND bad."

        Damian pursed his lips.  "Well, that isn't too bad..."

        Toby eyed him.  "You need to be careful.  Do you want her?"

        "Yeah."  There was something about the big-mouthed little bitch with
her grapefruit-sized jugs and that ass that looked like two basketballs in
stretch pants...  "Yeah, I do.  Until something better comes along, anyway."

        "If you make her emotionally dependent on you and then you just toss
her, she'll crash.  If you decide to move on, how hard it will be to fix her
will be directly related to how hard you ride her," Toby cautioned.

        Damian eyed him.  "Can you fix it?"

        "Maybe, but it wouldn't be simple.  She would probably end up
nastier than she was going in -- it's a defense mechanism, you know.  She
doesn't have a dad."  Toby fixed Damian with a look, "Besides, I shouldn't
have to.  If you're not sure, avoid riding her into the ground."

        "I'm sure, NOW, but..."

        "Yeah, I know.  Things change.  Just remember that before you drop
her you have to make sure she can stand again.  That could get to be hard if
you make a career out of kicking her feet out from under her."

        "All right."  Damian looked off into space.  "Today, though..."

        "Yeah, today, you need to keep spouting the party line."  Toby got
up and went looking for his pants.

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        Alyssa awoke to light -- bright light from an overhead fluorescent
fixture -- and ceiling tiles...  "Oh, thank God!  I can see!"  Someone had
removed that horrible hood...

        "Are you okay, Sweetie?  You passed out..."  The masked woman was
there beside her.  Looking around, she discovered that she was lying on a
mattress atop a pool table -- still naked.

        "I'm okay, I guess.  I got carried away, maybe."

        "So you had a good time?"  The woman's eyes twinkled.

        "Part of it," Alyssa admitted.  "Well, a lot, actually."

        The woman nodded.  "I think Damian is even pleased.  Don't screw it
up!"

        Alyssa sat up.  Damian and the white guy were sitting on the couch.
Both were shirtless.  Alyssa didn't need a program to figure out what THAT
meant.  "Damian?  Can I put on some clothes?"

        Damian thought about it.  "Your swimsuit, I guess.  Come over here
when you're done."

        Alyssa suddenly realized that she was uncomfortable.  Sticky.
Leaking.  "Ummm, do you have a bathroom down here?" she asked Beth.

        "I don't think so..."

        "There's a sink in the laundry," Toby volunteered, pointing.

        "I'm sticky," Alyssa explained to Beth, pointing at her crotch.
Then another thought occurred to her.  "Uuuhh, can we talk?  Girl talk?"

        Beth was instantly wary.  "Damian?  I need to take her upstairs.
Girl talk."

        Damian looked up.  "Yeah?  Bring her back -- we're not done."

        Beth nodded and, handing Alyssa a towel to plug the leaks with
temporarily, led her upstairs to the bathroom.  Alyssa plopped on the toilet
and Beth sat on the edge of the bathtub.  "Okay, Sweetie, what's up?"

        "Well, this, mostly," Alyssa waved at her crotch.  "Am I gonna get
pregnant?  Mama got pregnant at my age from sleeping around without birth
control -- that's where Randy came from!"  She made a face.  "That was the
one thing good about dogs..."

        "Oh!"  Beth was rocked.  "That IS a problem!  Fortunately, I can
help you solve it, at least for now..."  She went on to ask Alyssa several
questions about her family's medical history, then pulled another towel and
a washrag out of the linen closet and handed them to her.  "Here.  You wash
up while I go get some things.  Don't leave the room unless you absolutely
have to -- like because somebody hammers on the door having to pee!"  She
grinned.  "Oh, and wash your face; it's a mess from being in that hood..."
She turned and headed out.

        Alyssa nodded.  When the worst had dripped out of her, she wiped
with toilet paper and got up to look at the damage.  Her face was a mess;
she had salt tracks all over it from her tears being smeared around inside
the hood.  She scrubbed them away with the washcloth, then wiped down her
sticky privates.  She was in the middle of examining the weals on her ass
when the woman returned.

        "Okay, Sweetie, take this," the woman announced, handing her a pill
and a glass of water.

        "What is it?" Alyssa asked suspiciously.

        "It's a morning-after pill.  It will keep you from becoming pregnant
-- this time."

        "Where did you get it?"

        "I'm a nurse," Beth replied blandly.  "Now please take it -- I want
to watch.  The last girl I gave one to didn't -- and turned up pregnant."
Alyssa blinked and popped the pill into her mouth, washing it down with the
water and grimacing; tap water was unpleasant-tasting in town.  "Now," Beth
continued, "Do you have any objection to birth control?  Does your mother?"

        "Well, no..."

        "Look, I can't prescribe, so I can't give you anything that will
last too long -- you'll need to see your doctor.  But I can give you a pack
of pills that will last a month, or a shot that will last three.  What do
you think?"

        "What if I decide not to take anything?" Alyssa asked.

        "I'm afraid that will leach the fun out of things, Sweetie," Beth
replied.  "Do you want to be stuck giving blowjobs?  You know this isn't
over, right?"

        "I'll take the shot."  The silly season was over; sex with boys was
WONDERFUL and she wasn't going to be able to trust herself.  The woman
produced a needle and an alcohol wipe and poked her before she really had
much time to think about it, anyway..."Ouch!"

        "Sorry.  Why don't you get back in your suit?  I don't know how long
we can tie up the bathroom.  Was there anything else?" Beth asked.

        "Um, well, a couple of things.  You said this isn't over..."

        "Well, Sweetie, I don't know the details, but I figure you're more
or less a permanent member of the group, like it or not," Beth replied.
"That's probably what Damian wants you back for -- to tell you that."

        Alyssa nodded.  "Okay, that figures.  Is it always going to
include..." She rubbed her ass.

        "Well, I'm thinking that's up to you, Honey," Beth chuckled.  "When
you've been with us a while, you'll find out that some of us like that --
me, for instance.  Also, we did it because you had a bad attitude; if that
bad attitude shows up again..." she shrugged.  "Otherwise...  Gee, I don't
know.  You REALLY have to discuss that with Damian."  She led Alyssa out of
the bathroom and headed back downstairs.

        Halfway there, Alyssa touched her shoulder.  "Um, something else..."

        "Okay."  Beth stopped.

        "The boys were, um, big.  Are they, like, normal?  I mean, I know
Dirk isn't huge, but..."

        Beth giggled.  "No, they're not, Sweetie.  In fact, one of those two
has the biggest cock in the group!  But all of the boys in the group are
exceptional -- at least, a little bit, anyway.  I guess the average is about
this big..." she measured out about six inches between her fingers, "and a
lot of guys don't get there.  You took something like this, today..." she
spread the fingers to approximate eight inches.  "Right now, all of the boys
in the group are pretty good at what they do -- including your big brother!"

        'Now THAT's interesting to know!' Alyssa thought.  "Have you..."

        Beth grinned from ear to ear.  "I was his FIRST!"

        Alyssa blinked in surprise.  "Really?"

        "Uh huh!  And he was just INCREDIBLE!  But then, I knew how to
handle him; a girl his age -- or yours -- wouldn't have known what to
expect..."

        "What do you mean?"

        "Young guys get excited and cum really fast," Beth explained.  "You
need to plan for that and make sure they don't get embarrassed.  They have a
second load ready, anyway, so if you don't freak and you keep him going, it
will all be good..."

        "Hey, what are you two doing?" Damian yelled up the stairs.

        "Coming..." Beth yelled.

        "You better not be!" Damian chuckled.

        He was standing at the foot of the stair, tapping his foot, when
they arrived.  "It's about damned time!"  He took Alyssa by the wrist and
led her to the couch, "Sit."  Alyssa sat.  "Okay, it's like this -- I hope
you had a good time, in general, because there's gonna be a lot more of it,
down the road.  You're a pretty good fuck, and the guys are gonna want a
ride.  You don't have much say in it, either -- I already told you about
that.  If a guy in the group wants something from you, you better either do
it or have a DAMNED good reason not to!  You got me so far?"

        "Yes Damian."  Alyssa was thoroughly schooled in the proper
response.

        "You're gonna behave yourself, too -- none of that queen bitch shit
you've been running.  I catch you acting up and we'll go for twenty-five!"

        "Yes, Damian!"  'God, not THAT!'

        "Okay."  Damian stopped and pursed his lips, eyeing her.  "This is,
well, special instructions, sort of.  You need to think of yourself as being
mine -- personally.  In public, you're my girl -- until I say otherwise.
Maybe in private, too -- that's up to you, partly, and me, partly.  We'll
see.  For right now, you need to remember that if you don't want all your
girlfriends in juvie to call you Dog Bitch, you need to remember who your
man is and do as you're told."  He rubbed his jaw, "Look, we're not here to
ruin your life -- the rest of us are all here to have fun.  Just about
everybody here has something hanging over their head -- but it's used to
keep the group a secret.  I'm leaning on you a little harder, maybe, because
I think you need it.  If you cop the right attitude and play by the rules,
we can ALL have fun.  Questions?"

        "So, like, we're pretending to be dating?" Alyssa asked.

        "No, we ARE dating," Damian insisted, "you just don't have any say
in it.  Later on, that might change.  Maybe we aren't compatible -- but for
now, that's for ME to decide.  Got it?"

        "Okay."  There was certainly no need to piss him off, Alyssa
decided.  Besides, he was pretty good in bed...  That much was out of the
way.  But it brought up something else...  "I'm gonna have to fuck other
guys?"

        "You already have," Damian pointed out.  "Right now, there aren't
THAT many guys in the group -- but unless I stake a claim on you, you better
plan on fucking three or four more, anyway.  And plan on practicing your
blow jobs, too!"

        "Is everyone going to be wearing a mask but you?"

        "Well, we're trying to limit what you know.  You'll probably wear a
mask, too, for some things.  Over time, we'll probably extend the group of
people you can get to know personally, but we figure that it's in the
group's best interest to maintain some secrecy."  He eyed her.  "Actually, a
good bit of that is YOUR fault!"

        "It is?" Alyssa fell back, shocked.

        "Yeah, it is," Damian retorted.  "Now we gotta bring a half-dozen of
your girlfriends.  That's messy, and it's growing the group faster than we
planned, and we have to put our thumbs on them like I'm doing with you,
which stretches our resources.  If one of you silly bitches gets ideas and
starts running her mouth all over, the whole group could go down!  You guys
will need to, like, have a track record before we can just let you know all
see all and hear all..."

        "Oh."  Alyssa absorbed this.  "I'm sorry..."

        Damian grunted.  "Sometimes I am, and sometimes I ain't.  We
actually needed some fresh blood -- there's just more than we expected."  He
sighed.  "Anything else?"

        "How long before you bring in the other girls?"

        "Dunno.  It won't be all at once -- THAT's for sure!  If you tell
'em anything, that'll fuck things up, big time!"

        "Will I have to help?"

        "Yeah, you're probably gonna have to bait the trap," Damian
admitted.  "It's for their own good, mostly -- they shouldn't be fuckin'
with dogs.  Besides, from what I've seen of a couple of 'em, they're gonna
come out on top of things, anyway; some of them weren't gonna see a dick for
a while yet."

        "That's kinda nasty," Alyssa grunted.

        "Yeah, well, maybe.  But is it true?"  Damian's eyes dared her to
argue.

        Alyssa made a face, thinking of Tabitha and the 'B' Team,
especially.  "Yeah."

        "Okay, then.  Anything else?"

        "No."

        "Let's go swimming, then.  Oh, hang on a sec -- I need to give you
your final exam.  Take off your bathing suit."

        Alyssa looked at Damian for five long seconds while she thought
about what he might be up to.  Then she stood and reached behind her to undo
her bikini top.

        Damian waited until she was pushing her bottoms down, then said,
"Okay, that's enough; I don't think any of us -- except her -- could really
do a lot more...  Let's go upstairs."

        Relieved, Alyssa put her suit back on and took Damian's hand for the
climb up the stairs.