Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 43 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mF Mg oral ir blackmail

Chapter 43

	Candace led the women basically around the corner and into another
bath -- this one without a changing area.  "This area is unisex, I guess --
it's for men, women, couples, whatever.  If you want three guys to wash you
in the shower, this is the place."  She led them back to the service
staircase that led back downstairs to the areas on the first floor isolated
for members.  "This is also members-only, despite the fact that we're headed
back to the first floor..."  She showed them the sauna and steam facilities,
each of which was sized for multiple people, and on past the large Jacuzzi to
show off the pool.  "Since this is outdoors, we don't use it in winter," she
related.  "If we discover that we can afford to enclose the pool and heat it,
we will, but at this point, we're still in startup for this location."

	Noreen, hanging back, grabbed Iris by the arm.  "You knew all this!"
she accused.

	"Of course," Iris agreed.  "I wasn't aware of all of the facilities,
because I went to parties at the old place they had, mostly, but I knew.  I
couldn't tell you, obviously.  Neither could Donna."

	"Okay, so what REALLY happened?"

	"You can ask Donna, now.  From what I gather, she and Anita and Misha
volunteered the same week.  The rules for the girls are basically anything
goes -- meaning if a guy asks for something, they can give it up or leave --
and not come back.  Our girls were just desperate enough that they were
willing -- they got some blowjob practice in a suck booth and then wandered
around in a room dressed like this until someone grabbed them and decided to
fuck them -- and the rest is history, I guess," Iris guessed, shrugging.

	"Suck booth?" Noreen asked.

	"Yes, Honey.  We'll get there.  Why don't we put off steam and such
until after the tour?" Candace picked things up.  "Let's go back upstairs."
Candace led the women up and showed them the Dark Rooms, explaining the
purpose of them.  "It's VERY anonymous, since you literally can't see your
hand in front of your face.  A couple of girls have gotten VERY lucky in Dark
Rooms, being somewhat at a disadvantage when being examined by just eyeballs.
Boys are very touchie-feelie, once you take their eyes out of the equation.
If you pass the touch test, you usually move on to sexual compatibility
pretty quickly -- and once he's sampled it, a bird in the hand is worth two
in the bush, if nothing else..."

	Noreen, looking around, nodded.  "If you're embarrassed about your
looks..."

	"You don't have to worry," Candace finished.  "He won't be looking.
He'll never know who you are unless you tell him.  It's anonymous sex --
truly anonymous sex, with no repercussions, no reputation as a loose chick.
As for if he wants to know -- I already related the two-date rule, didn't I?"

	Both Arlene and Noreen nodded -- you could see the lights going on.

	Candace led them out, showing them other bedrooms.  "These areas are
for couples or small groups who want a little privacy.  It's a lot better
than the back seat of a car.  There is some monitoring -- if something
untoward were to happen, we would be able to respond -- but sex doesn't come
under the heading of 'untoward'," Candace noted, her expression amused.

	They entered the closed-off back half of the double-parlor, where the
massage tables were set up.  "Suck booths," Candace announced, waving to her
right.  "Let's take a look, shall we?"  She led them through the door and
into the combined booth area.  "There is an entry from behind, so you can
come in here without being seen.  Usually, there are partitions up between
the booths, too, but I took them down so we could all stand here and talk
about the area."  She glanced around.  "Remember when you were young and had
no idea what an erection looked like or how one worked?  Now, suppose you had
one of these places available to you?  A guy shows up and knocks on the wall
and you open up one of the holes like this..."  Candace knelt and
demonstrated.  "And he sticks his cock through and you get to see one and
suck it and play with it and become generally familiar with one and how a boy
reacts to having his played with and sucked.  Imagine how much confidence
this generates in a young woman -- the sense of accomplishment she gets the
first time she brings a male under her control..."  She smiled.  "And you
don't see him and he doesn't see you -- total anonymity."  After a moment,
she added, "Even better -- what if you had another woman -- an older,
experienced woman -- in the booth with you to act as a coach?  And I know of
at least one girl who isn't much into fellatio, but will back up to a
hole..."

	Both Arlene and Noreen nodded, musing.

	Toby, monitoring, turned loose the dogs.  There was a rumble and
suddenly the women could hear a mutter and the shuffle of feet outside the
booths.  Candace pretended mild surprise.  "That must be some of the boys
coming in after football practice.  I'll be right back!"  She let herself out
into the room.  "Hello, boys!  I'm giving a couple of new members the tour --
why don't you say hello?"

	"How many?" Randy asked, following the script.

	"Three."

	"Cool!"

	"Let me square things..."  Candace let herself back into the booth.
Arlene and Noreen were standing there, wide-eyed.  Iris was grinning from ear
to ear.  "You don't mind, do you?  I'd heard that at least one of you might
be out of practice..."  Arlene frowned, but Noreen looked thoughtful.  "Come
on..."

	Iris said, "Goody!" and knelt at Booth Three's glory hole, opening
it.

	"I've got a live one!" Frank announced, sliding his cock through the
hole.  Iris rolled her lips over the tip and went, "Mmmmm!" -- then frowned
at Noreen and waved at Booth Two's hole.

	Noreen bit her lip, but knelt and opened the hole.  "Woo hoo!" Alonzo
yelped and slid his cock through the hole.

	Arlene stood there, eyeing Alonzo's meat.  Was he black?

	"Come on -- don't be a spoilsport!" Candace cajoled -- but Arlene was
slowly settling to her knees.  Candace stuck her head out the door and gave
Randy the nod.

	Arlene opened the hole -- and several inches of undeniably black cock
slid through!  'Omigawd!'  To date, the revelations regarding the club hadn't
been any too impressive to Arlene, who had already begun planning the
dressing-down she was going to give Robert when they left -- but this put a
whole new complexion on things!  Reverently, she took the hard length in her
hand and jacked it, then gave it a dainty lick.  Looking to her right, she
saw Noreen attacking the cock in her care equally diffidently -- but Iris was
sucking noisily, and taking hers deep.  As Arlene watched, Noreen began to
suck with increased confidence.  Arlene turned back to her charge and let her
hunger remove her diffidence; leaning in, she sucked the plush head of
Randy's cock in and began to work it over with her lips and tongue.

	Candace grinned, leaned out, and gave the trio of males at the holes
the thumbs-up.  "Talk dirty to them!" she whispered.

	"Yeah, Baby -- suck it!  Do you like black cock, Baby?  Do you get
enough?  You'll get plenty here, if you want it..."  Randy knew just what to
say...

	Arlene, a fantasy realized, started rubbing her clit with two fingers
while she fondled Randy's big balls through the glory hole and sucked cock
like a mad thing!  It took her all of about ten seconds to be totally
committed!  Gone was any thought of not joining this club -- in her mind's
eye, she was being passed from black male to black male, every hole in
service!  "UUUHHHHMMMMGGGHHHH!!!" she groaned around Randy's cock as orgasm
overcame her!

	Candace grinned from ear to ear.  Arlene was a goner!  Once they
moved on to Phase Two and Phase Three, she would be putty in their hands.
Noreen was more open to question, but she was getting with the program and
didn't seem to have any issues.

	She didn't, either -- once she'd settled in, Noreen started having
fun!  Iris was just going nuts on her boy, and Arlene was sucking, too, so no
one was going to be calling her a slut.  Noreen began to see why Donna had
done this -- and why it was a good idea!  Any thought of chastising her
daughter for her antics was fading away under the weight of the actual
experience.  It had been a long time since Noreen had done this -- and she'd
never been certain that she was any good at it then...

	Prompted mentally by Toby, Candace settled between Noreen and Arlene
to coach.  "Don't clamp down.  Pull it in sucking gently, or even not at all.
Suck on the way out.  Don't go wild with the suction, though -- just pull
your cheeks in over your teeth.  They don't want any teeth -- you have to be
really experienced to even try it.  Fuck him with your mouth.  Use your
tongue -- especially on the underside of the head.  Go as deep as you can,
then back off until you're almost kissing it.  Yeah, there you go -- listen
to him.  You can hear it when you get something right..."

	"Suck it!" Randy rumbled softly, "Suck that big black dick!  You like
that shit, don't you?  You're a slut for black cock -- I can tell!  Lick my
balls some..."  Arlene didn't even think about not following instructions --
she went right at Randy's dangling testicles.  "You wait, baby -- I'm gonna
come find you and teach you to take a dick all the way down your throat, and
I'm gonna fuck it like it's a pussy.  Then I'm gonna do your ass, then I'm
gonna breed you.  I bet you'd like that...  I bet you're a white bitch,
aren't you?  How would you like some little black babies?"

	"UUUHHHMMMMGGGHHHHH!"  Arlene lit off a second time in response to
Randy's taunts, her imagination, and the fingers whipping her clit!

	"You're lucky I can't get at you," Randy hissed, "Or you'd have my
shit all the way down your throat!  Work it, Bitch!  I wanna feel you choke!"

	Next to Randy, Alonzo grimaced and shook his head.  There was NO WAY
he could have come up with that crap to tell this woman!  Randy grinned at
him and shrugged -- and through the partition came the sounds of Arlene
making a serious attempt to swallow Randy's cock!

	Toby, monitoring, handed out mental instruction as he'd done many
times before -- and after a minute or so, Arlene started succeeding, taking
Randy deep and swallowing.  Noreen started working at serious depth on
Alonzo, too, discovering that such things were indeed possible.

	Iris was practiced, however, so she got the first load.  Frank's
knees started to jump, knocking against the panel and he howled, "Jeez!  Here
it comes!"  Then he released a gusher into Iris' sucking mouth.  Iris took it
all, swallowed, sucked a bit longer to extend Frank's pleasure, and backed
off, smacking her lips.  Then she closed the hole and settled back to watch
the other two women, pleased with herself.

	Randy went next, largely because Arlene had been going nuts on him
since the word 'Go!'  "Yeah, suck it!  Drink my cum!" Randy rasped, and
erupted in her mouth.  Arlene, who seldom sucked Robert to completion,
treated it as ambrosia, instead of something nasty, and swallowed it right
down; she was deep into the fantasy.  She was reluctant to let Randy go,
giving his cock Popsicle licks and milking it for more man-juice, but she
finally gave up, just before Candace thought she was going to have to peel
her fingers off Randy's cock.

	Alonzo dropped his load in Noreen's mouth right about then, signaling
the end of the episode.  Alonzo limited himself to, "Thanks!" and shuffled on
out.

	"So, that was fun, wasn't it?" Candace declared brightly.  "You all
seem to have gotten something out of it.  Who's up for a massage?"

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	In the carriage house, Lon laid out a mattress in the middle of the
floor and said, "Okay, go ahead and get undressed.  Who want to go first?"

	Robert Beckwith raised a hand.  "I will -- but I'll probably
embarrass myself."

	Lon shrugged.  "Nobody's keeping score -- and knowing Brie, you can
probably come back for seconds.  We just need our little clip for posterity."
Robert nodded.

	Lon climbed the stairs to the apartment and checked the video feeds.
"Okay, Brie, you're on."

	"So, what do you want?" Brie asked.

	"Just smile for the camera and suck 'em dry.  That okay with you?"

	"Yeah.  Cool!  Yell if I need to turn a certain way!"  Brie pattered
off down the stairs.

	Robert couldn't believe his eyes!  Not only was Brie black, she was
obviously young!  "Wow!  How old are you, Honey?"

	Brie frowned and put her fists on her hips.  "Let's not get all into
numbers, here!  I'm thirteen, okay?"

	"Sure, Sweetheart."  Robert placated.  "So, you like to suck?"

	"I like cum," Brie replied.  "I LOVE the stuff!  Don't be a fraidy-
cat -- just bring me your dick so I can suck it!" Brie insisted, kneeling up
on the mattress.

	"I'm all yours..." Robert replied, and moved up close so she could
get at his already erect cock.

	Brie wasted no time proving that she was both talented and
experienced -- and the sounds made it clear that she was enjoying herself!
Robert put his hand on her head, but Brie was handling things well all by
herself.

	Lon's voice came over a speaker somewhere, "I hate to interrupt you
guys, but do you think you could rotate counter-clockwise a little bit?"
Robert shuffled a bit to his right and Brie followed until Lon announced,
"Perfect!  Carry on!"

	That was the only distraction.  Robert lasted less than three minutes
before gasping, "Gonna blow!"  He made to withdraw, but Brie grabbed his
shaft and kept him from going anywhere while she washed the underside of the
head of his cock with her tongue until Robert howled, "SHIIIT!  Shit!  Shit!
Shit!" and pumped semen into her mouth.  Brie sucked, smiled, turned her head
to her right to where she could see the red eye of a camera's light, and
opened her mouth, displaying Robert's load, before swallowing it.

	"Perfect, Brie!  That's a wrap!" Lon declared.

	"Wow!" Robert gasped.  "Is there anything I can do for you?"

	"Well, I have him, first," Brie noted, "but if you'll suck my pussy,
I'll do you again..."

	Robert nodded.  "I can do that!"

	"It's a date!"  Brie grinned from ear to ear.  "Next!"

	Ron was more trouble.  He felt inhibited.  He didn't think
manhandling her was a good idea and he wasn't totally thrilled with the whole
thing in the first place.  But Brie won him over and in a bit under ten
minutes, Ron gasped, "Take it!  Take my load, you little bitch!"

	Brie dutifully finished him and showed off for the camera, but then
she turned to him and said, "That wasn't nice."

	"What?"

	"What you said."

	"Oh.  Well, I'm not nice, I guess.  Lookit, I didn't mean anything.
I'm not much into equality, and I have bad habits," Ron apologized.

	"What do you mean by you're not much into equality?" Brie asked.

	"I like to be in control -- and I like to exercise it.  I'd have
gotten off faster if I'd grabbed you by those ponytails and fucked your face
some."

	"Do you have a lot of girlfriends?" Brie asked.

	"No."  Ron grinned.  "And yeah, that's why.  I know how it is.  But
some girls DO like it..."

	"Okay."  Brie was good with it.  "I get it.  I don't figure we'll be
seeing each other much, then."

	"Probably not," Ron agreed.

	Brie turned back to Robert Beckwith.  "Ready?"

	"Yup."

	"Okay, you lay down on your back and I'll climb on top."  Ten seconds
later, Brie was wailing around Robert's distended cock while he licked her
pussy.

	Ron, looking on, was surprised when someone chuckled behind him.
"Damn!  Brie got another one!"  He turned to find a young black male and an
older version of the same -- clearly his father.  Coming up behind was a
heavyset white woman in nurse's scrubs and a white man dressed similarly.

	The woman made the approach.  "Would you be Ron Parker?"

	"Yeah..."  He eyed her, wondering what was up.

	"My name is Beth.  This is Robert -- Doctor Rankin.  This is Terence
Carter and his father Fred.  We're here to talk a little about dungeons."

	Ron nodded.  "Can I dress?"

	"Are you done with Brie?"

	"Yeah, he's done, Beth," Lon replied.  "What's up?  Toby said
something..."

	"Well, part of it is general, and part of it is for a certain project
in particular..."  Beth had to stop for a moment, because Brie screeched out
an orgasm at the top of her lungs, drowning her out.  "Uh, Toby has the
specifics, so we should probably wait for him for that..."  She turned to
Ron.  "So you're Frank's father.  Frank is... quite impressive..."

	"Oh?"  Ron's expression was guarded as he pulled on his pants.

	"He's a talented Dominant.  I'm told it runs in the family."

	"And that's your business -- how?"  Ron turned a steely-eyed glare on
the woman.

	"I, uh, that is...  I didn't mean to..." Beth seemed to melt.  "I
apologize..."

	"Beth is a submissive," Doctor Rankin supplied.

	"Ah.  Yes.  Of COURSE she is!"  Ron's smile grew fangs.  "Or she
THINKS she is..."

	Doctor Rankin chuckled.  "NOW, you've done it!"  He nudged Beth, who
stared back, wide-eyed.  "Shall we take a look at the furnishings?"

	Frank surfaced at that point, having finished at the booths.  "She's
the real deal, Pop -- or one type, anyway -- I've beaten her with a whip
myself!"

	"Huh!  No shit!"  Ron shook his head and followed the group.  "Who
are these people?"

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	Meanwhile, Candace settled Iris and the new recruits on massage
tables.  The club had gone out and gotten good ones, complete with the open
depression for the head that allowed the individual being massaged to breathe
and relax the neck.  The downside was the fact that the patient ended up
looking at the floor, but generally his or her eyes were closed in
relaxation, anyway.  Once the women were settled, Candace delivered the
announcement, "We don't really have any professional masseurs on staff, but
we had some volunteers.  I'm sure they'll be fine..."

	"What?" Arlene made to lurch up, but someone put a hand between her
shoulder blades and pinned her, and a gruff male voice said, "Relax.  We got
this."  A hand took each of hers, one by one, and moved them down beside her,
keeping her from getting them under her to raise herself up.  They went
through the exercise four times before Arlene gave up and left her arms at
her sides, promising herself that as soon as her masseur relaxed his
vigilance, she would try again.  Then he came around in front of her and
began working on her shoulders and she found herself looking at a pair of
black male legs and feet, descending to the floor from a white towel.
'Oboy...'

	"About damned time!" Damian growled, rubbing her shoulders.  He
squirted some massage oil on Arlene and started working it in.  He stood
there, leaning over her, working up and down her back while she looked up at
his lower torso, watching the towel slowly come undone.  "Fucking towel..."
Damian snatched at it as it began to fall and tossed it behind him while he
continued to work.  His erection floated right below Arlene's nose and she
watched it, almost going cross-eyed.  Dimly, she became aware of a pair of
women's feet to her right.  "How's it going?" Candace asked.

	"The towel was a waste of time," Damian replied.  "This one's gonna
be fine -- I don't think she's got that contrary streak you have."  There
were liquid sounds -- a kiss?  Then Candace's voice whispered in Arlene's
ear, "I think maybe you should plan on a happy ending..."

	Damian reached under the table and pulled his cock up a bit so it
touched Arlene's face and rubbed it around.  "How about a facial?"  It took
no time at all for him to discover that instead of fighting him, she was
chasing his cock with her tongue.  He found her mouth and allowed her to suck
his glans for a moment, then extracted his cock and leaned over to whisper in
her ear, "You're a slut.  For the next little while you're MY slut -- you
understand?  You be a good slut and I'll massage the inside of your pussy
with that..."

	Arlene heard the words and shook like a leaf!  'Omigawd!  It's all
coming true!'  "I-I'll be good!"

	Damian laughed.  "I know you will!"

	Next door, Chuck had climbed onto the table and settled himself on
Noreen's thighs -- and laid his hard cock along the crack of Noreen's ass
while her oiled her shoulders and back!  Rick, taking his cue from Chuck, did
the same to Iris.  Damian, catching sight of it, laughed.  "Yeah, good idea!"
He climbed up and settled himself on Arlene's thighs and oiling everything in
sight -- including the crack of her ass.

	Toby came in at that point and gestured to Damian, who leaned down.
"Do it up," he whispered.  "She wants it bad -- ALL of it!"

	"It's handled," Damian replied.  "What about...?"  He pointed at
Noreen.

	"She'll be fine, too -- and Iris can't wait, anyway.  I'll do Noreen
when I get back from the carriage house -- and if Frank feels like going
again, we'll put him on Iris, maybe.  But this one gets the whole crew.  Take
movies."

	Damian gave him the thumbs-up and Toby headed for the carriage house.

	Damian took his time oiling Arlene's back and ass, to include playing
with her crinkled anus with an oily finger.  Arlene groaned, but it wasn't in
complaint.  Then he got off the table and worked his way up Arlene's left leg
from the foot to the thigh, rubbing and oiling and molding flesh until his
fingers reached her puffy vagina.  He slid a finger into her pussy and one in
her ass and pumped, slowly, listening to her gasp and moan.  Then he went
over to her right leg and did the same thing from there.

	Chuck took his cues from Damian -- and Noreen didn't mind.  The whole
thing was a little surreal -- the relaxation and the sexual tension played
off one another.  CLEARLY, Iris had brought her here to get fucked -- and
Noreen saw no reason to fight it.  She needed it bad, now that she was again
sexually awakened -- and all she had to do was wait and enjoy it, so why get
stupid?

	Chuck rubbed her ass and played a little with her asshole, but didn't
penetrate it the way Damian did Arlene's -- but on the other hand, he had no
problem sticking two fingers in Noreen's wet pussy!  Noreen luxuriated in the
attention.

	Iris was less patient.  Raising her head, she got a good look at what
the other two were doing and beckoned Rick.  "Baby, any time you want to
fuck, you just let me know.  I'm ready!"

	"We're making sure of the other two," Rick replied quietly.  "How do
you want it?"

	"Hard!"

	"No, I mean missionary, doggie, cowgirl..."

	"Doggie is fine, Baby.  Just poke the shit out of me -- I'm horny!"
Iris retorted.

	Rick rolled his eyes and nodded.  "Why don't you get up on your hands
and knees and I'll rub your pussy for you?"

	"NOW, you're talking!"  Iris got up on her hands and knees and Rick
went behind her, stuck his thumb in her drooling pussy and used it as an
anchor from which to rub her clit and nether lips with his fingers.  Iris
started puffing and gasping almost immediately.

	Damian, watching this, decided that it was time to move on.  "Roll
over, Slut."  Arlene reacted immediately, rolling over on her back.  "Turn
your head toward me," Damian directed, then presented his cock.  "Suck."
Arlene opened her mouth and he shoved his cock in it.

	"Mmph!"  Arlene sucked it in.

	Damian grabbed Arlene's left breast with his left hand and slid his
right into her crotch -- and Arlene opened her legs immediately, granting him
free rein.  He used three fingers to rub her clitoris and pussy lips for a
moment while Arlene tried hard to give him a decent blowjob from her
position, moving her head, sucking him in and releasing him.  "Time to fuck,"
he announced, and climbed onto the table between her legs and punched into
her vagina without ceremony and began to stroke.

	'Omigawd!  Omigawd!  Omigawd!'  Arlene was silently delirious.  'I'm
fucking a black guy!'  She rubbed his flanks and moaned and gasped -- and
despite rough handling, orgasm came almost immediately.  She clamped down on
him, clutching and grunting.

	Damian's response?  "Keep fucking, Slut -- we aren't EVEN done!"

	Noreen was just far enough away that she couldn't hear Damian
clearly.  The tone of his voice said something worrisome, but HER masseur
didn't seem to echo it.  "Turn over," he said, and Noreen did as she was
told.  Looking to her left, she saw Iris on her hands and knees, being
masturbated, and to her right, Arlene was fucking a black boy -- and clearly
enjoying it.  Her masseur climbed onto the table between her legs and rubbed
his hard cock between her pussy lips.  "Ready?"

	"Uh huh."  Noreen nodded.

	Chuck seated himself at the opening of her pussy and pressed himself
inside.  The woman almost HAD to be Donna's mother -- the family resemblance
was striking.  She even reacted to penetration in the same way Donna did when
Mac put the bone to her, moaning, "Ooooohhhh!"  If she was anything like her
daughter, she could take a licking, so Chuck worked his way inside until he
hit bottom, then didn't hold back.  Noreen started making happy noises, so
Chuck ramped things up.

	Rick didn't wait for Iris to beg for it -- once Noreen flipped over,
her went around behind Iris, climbed onto the table, and pushed his cock into
Iris' needy pussy.  "Oh thank God!" Iris howled, "Fuck me!"

	For the next few minutes, there was nothing on anyone's mind but sex.
Each had his or her own reaction patterns and the interactions between them
differed, but they were all intent on the acts they were involved in.  A
couple of minutes in, Damian remembered to remove Arlene's hooded mask, so
she could be identified on video -- and the action revealed a different mask,
a mask of passion that suffused her face.  Chuck, reminded by Damian's
action, removed Noreen's -- not without a struggle and panted queries as to
why.  Arlene hadn't protested in the least -- in fact, she helped.

	Iris' mask was irrelevant, but she removed it on her own, anyway.
Iris was LOUD, letting everyone in the room know she was VERY happy to have a
cock sliding in and out of her hungry pussy.  Rick's recovering ego got a
boost from her enthusiastic reaction to his efforts.

	Arlene, on the other hand, was virtually silent -- emitting quiet
pants and gasps and the occasional soft whine -- but one look at the
expression on her face at orgasm was worth a thousand words.  She would turn
cherry red from her forehead to her nipples and shake like a leaf, her inner
lining pulsing and clutching Damian's cock while her face registered a
passionate expression that defies description but was absolutely
unmistakable.

	Noreen was somewhere in between, generally emitting a quiet, "Oh!" at
every one of Chuck's strokes, the volume varying dependent upon where she was
in her orgasmic cycle.  She could get quite loud at orgasm, and would thrash
around, glassy-eyed.

	Candace left the three couples working hard at their tasks and
checked on the other boys -- and when she returned several minutes later,
apparently nothing much had changed...

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	Meanwhile, Toby went out to the carriage house.  Brie and Robert
Beckwith had finished with one another; Toby approached Robert and said,
"It's moving like clockwork."

	"No kidding?"

	"Yeah.  She's going to take the complete course -- I can tell that
already.  She's already having sex with our black Dom.  In a few minutes,
he'll haul her off for the gang bang.  She's deep into it, too -- the fantasy
runs deep with her.  Candace and a couple of the women got her into some
conversations -- and she reacted in strange and interesting ways, so Candace
probed a little and came up with some surprises.  A lot of it was what she
would and would not talk about, but some of it was her reactions -- so
Candace saw an opportunity and dragged her off for a little hypnosis.  We
already have a theory."

	"No kidding?" Robert replied cautiously.  "What do you think you
have?"

	"She had sex with her father -- probably from about ten years old.
We think he was slow and careful about it -- and managed to fix things such
that she was convinced that the whole thing was her idea.  Tell me -- is she
hung-up?  Does she have this thing about propriety?"

	"Oh, yeah," Robert replied, "Very much so.  She's got us pretty much
locked down to plain vanilla."

	Toby nodded, and related as theory what he knew for fact.  "We think
that her father set her up and then rode her, insisting that she was a dirty,
nasty little slut -- and controlled her by threatening to reveal their sexual
relationship and her responsibility for it to her mother -- who apparently
has a delicate constitution.  The claim would probably have been that the
shock might kill her -- although we find it reasonable that her mother knows
already and knows who is really at fault and chooses to overlook the whole
thing.  He may have planted the seeds for the whole black sex slavery thing,
insisting that a slut like her would likely take up with blacks and have
illegitimate children by them.  Since there is a lot of porn out there with
similar themes, it would have been easy to get sucked into the whole thing
and have it reinforced.  That being the case, Arlene is fulfilling Daddy's
expectations..."

	Robert pursed his lips.  "This matches her family life as I know it
pretty well...  I could see it being true.  But why does she set such limits
on me, if she's such a slut?"

	"She's pretending to be as pure as the driven snow," Toby replied.
"She's hiding her 'true nature' from you.  Actually, of course, she's neither
saint nor slut -- her self-image is flawed -- she's not the bad girl she
thinks she is.  But she's pretending to be inhibited and concerned about
appearances because that's the opposite of what she thinks she is, and she's
trying to hide what she believes to be her true self.  This kind of ties into
the whole 'I'm in charge' thing you have a problem with -- she does it
because she's afraid she'll lose everything if her own version of her true
nature comes out."

	"So what's the plan?" Robert asked.

	"Well, it hasn't changed," Toby replied.  "You still need her grip on
things broken, so you need for her to get caught up in this thing and fall.
With some luck, she'll overdose on the 'slave to black cock' thing and will
slide back toward some middle ground.  You're going to want to walk the line,
in that you can't tolerate her pretending to be Snow White -- but on the
other hand, you don't want to reinforce the self-image her father inflicted
on her.  You definitely need to get yours, though, and resume control of
things.  She's a little submissive, and has been pretending otherwise, so you
need to step up and take charge and not let her give you any crap.  That's
what Candace says."  Toby chuckled to himself -- he was going to have to make
sure Candace could respond to Robert properly if he asked her about this.  He
waved Robert forward, "Come on -- I'll hook you up with a front row seat, but
then I need to get back here for a few minutes."  He led Robert to the house
and the control room.