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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 6 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: mf anal oral M-dom exhib

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 6

        Lon reached for his clothes and started getting into them.  Sally
opened her mouth, but Lon held up his hand.  "Go out and wait for him to
finish, then get cleaned up.  This isn't over, Slut."

        "Yes, Lon."  Head down, she got out of there.  Lon sat on the bed
for a while, thinking.  The episode had met Terence's needs -- probably
exceeded them.  It had been memorably satisfying, too.  But it had raised
something ugly -- something Lon just didn't know if he could handle.  On top
of everything else, something was broken between Lon and Sally -- or maybe
it wasn't.  Maybe something else had come into being -- something that Sally
had been hoping for -- even expecting.  The question was did he want it?
She'd acted like a total slut -- and given away one of her cherries.  Had it
been an unselfish act of love?  Or an opportunity to do something forbidden?
Sure, he'd made sure that she came -- but had she manipulated him into it?
And what happened the second time?

        His behavior seemed, well, ugly.  Terence had lowered all of his
barriers -- Lon had him in the palm of his hand, and all he had to do was
squeeze -- but was that right?  Lon held his prejudices, like it or not, and
Terence played to not only his issues with blacks -- largely because of his
size and the fact that he clearly wasn't gifted with his brother's
intelligence -- but a certain amount of homophobia.  For a guy who had done
a fair amount of homosexual activity in the past week, he had a low opinion
of it -- and a matching low opinion of himself for having participated in
it.  Worst was the fact that of all the blowjobs he'd had recently, Terence
ranked right up there behind Beth!  Jeezus!

        He was shoving his hair back for the third or fourth time when Toby
stuck his head in the door.  "You okay?"

        "Yeah.  No.  Maybe."

        "Sally looks scared to death."  Toby said that -- but the reality
was he felt it, coming off of her in waves.

        "I bet," Lon grunted.

        "She did that for you, Man," Toby muttered.

        "She did it for her, too."

        "You think she wanted to fuck Terence?" Toby asked.

        "Maybe not," Lon sighed.  "I think it's something deeper.  Some
demons got fed in here, Man -- and it might have been better if they starved
to death.  We're not doing the cute, happy couple thing, you know?"

        "Yeah, I'm aware."

        "Really?"  Lon eyed him.

        "Yeah.  Sally has Ma's issues -- a different flavor, maybe, but the
same general thing," Toby opined.  "It's not wrong, though -- it's just...
different."

        "I don't know if I like what happens to me when I feed that," Lon
grunted.

        "What are you going to do?" Toby asked.

        "For now?  I'm going to keep her nervous and uncertain.  I want her
scared.  I want her following me around, sucking up to me like the slave she
is, doing everything in her power to keep me.  Is that bad?" Lon asked.

        "That depends, I guess," Toby replied.  "You know, she was giving
you that."

        Lon nodded.  "But now I'm taking it.  Somehow, I think that's
better, for both of us."

        "She didn't do anything wrong..."

        "She doesn't think that -- and whether it's true or not doesn't
matter," Lon replied.  "The thing is, she wouldn't be able to just give it,
forever -- sooner or later, I'd lose her respect.  Deep down, she's really
going to prefer it this way -- don't you think?"

        "I guess the real question has to do with whether you're planning to
dump her or not," Toby replied.  "You're probably right -- she'll let you
treat her like dirt, and even enjoy it -- but..."

        "No, she's mine," Lon replied.  "Whatever else I may do, I'm not
letting her go."

        Toby nodded and backed out.  Sally, he had a handle on -- and Lon
was right; she would shamelessly follow wherever he led, paying premiums on
an insurance policy that didn't really exist -- but it would be better than
merely gifting Lon with her obedience.  Lon, on the other hand -- Toby was
troubled by the changes he saw in his friend.

        Lon came out and found Sally huddled in a chair, next to Rick and
Teela.  "Come on," he ordered brusquely, "I'm taking you home."  Sally
followed him out meekly; everyone else watched, troubled, as they went out.

        "Do you think that's gonna be okay?" Terence asked, guilt weighing
heavily on him alongside his other issues, newly fired by his recent
homosexual activity.

        "I hope so," Toby sighed.  Turning to Teela, he added, "You know
she's gonna call you, right?  And she's gonna pour out her guts about what
went on in there and fret and worry and second-guess herself..."

        "Yeah..."  Teela didn't see what was coming.

        "You'd be doing her a favor if you didn't buck her up too much,"
Toby explained.

        "What?"

        "This is gonna be real hard to explain, but..." Toby took off his
eyeglasses and wiped them on the tail of his T-shirt.  "You know this thing
she's been doing where she does whatever Lon wants?"

        "Yeah."

        "You understand that she's doing this of her own accord?  That he's
not demanding it?"

        "Yeah," Teela nodded.  "I think it's stupid."

        "Well, I can understand that, but some people are wired that way,"
Toby explained.  "Ma is -- and Sally is.  But it's better if she doesn't
have to just give -- it's better if she feels like she's under the gun and
she HAS to give; girls wired like Sally will look for an excuse to owe the
person they love everything they have.  Do you understand?"

        "No," Teela replied shortly.

        "Well, you need to trust me.  If you talk her out of feeling guilty
for this, there will be something else.  This time, Lon can overlook it,
because she really was doing something for him.  But a lot of lines got
crossed today, and if you talk her into believing that she has no reason to
feel guilty over this, she'll have to top it to put herself under Lon's
thumb again -- and it might take something that Lon CAN'T forgive!"

        "But she didn't do anything wrong!" Teela burst out.

        "You know that.  I know that.  Lon knows that, although I think
things are greyer with him than black and white.  I think even Sally knows
that -- but did she ACT like she knew it when she came back out here?" Toby
prompted.

        "No."

        "That's because she's convinced herself that she has something to be
guilty about," Toby explained.  "And she's done that -- largely in her own
head -- because..."

        "Because she wants to grovel?" Teela snapped.  "You're kidding,
right?"

        "I'm not," Toby argued.  "Frankly, she was already groveling.  What
I'm trying to tell you is that she needs a reason to feel justified in
groveling -- and this is it!"

        "This is fucked up."  Teela shook her head.

        "Yeah, I know," Toby agreed, "but it has a lot to do with needing to
be loved and feeling unworthy.  You understand that, right?"  Teela flinched
as if she'd been slapped, and Toby realized that he'd been reading her too
well and almost exposed himself again.  "Sally feels the need to prove
herself to Lon -- and she really needed to have something to make up for,
instead of just plain old, 'I really AM good enough!'  Now she has something
to live down -- even if it only exists in her own mind."

        "Oh."  Teela cuddled closer to Rick.  "Can I just worry a lot?  I
don't want to have to live anything down..."

        "Yeah, that's fine."  Rick kissed her on the cheek.  Toby wondered
how long it would be before Teela DID have something to live down, at the
current rate...  Rick took Teela home soon after; the Carter boys hung out
with Toby and talked and played with Dirk for a while, then they departed,
too, which allowed Toby to review some VERY interesting video footage that
he'd lied about setting up to Lon and Terence and Sally...

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        In the car, Lon was getting his digs in.  "You really did it today
-- dogs, nigger dicks...  You really stuck it out there, you know?  I mean,
EVERYBODY knows what a total slut you are!"

        "Lon, I--I..." Sally stammered.

        "You're gonna shut up!" Lon ranted.  "You don't call me by my name
in private until I tell you different, understand?  And YOUR name is SLUT,
understand?  In public, we'll do the polite thing, but in private, we're
going to deal with who we really are, understand?"

        "Yes..."  Sally hit a brick wall trying to figure out what to call
him.

        Lon narrowed his eyes.  "What am I to you, anyway?"

        He was the single most important person in her world -- how did you
distill that down to a name?  "Everything," she blurted.

        Lon grunted.  "That's not a name.  What are you -- besides a slut?"

        "Yours?"

        Lon pursed his lip.  "You hope -- if I can put up with you.  So I
own you -- that makes you a..."

        "Slave?" Sally filled in hopefully.

        "And that makes me a..."

        "Lord?  Master?"

        Lon cocked his head.  "I guess I'll accept either one, for now.  You
realize that you're no longer just giving me whatever you feel like, don't
you?  You OWE me -- and you're on permanent probation, understand?"

        Sally swallowed.  "Yes, Master."

        "If I tell you to fuck the whole football team and stick your tongue
in every cheerleader's twat, you'd better find a way to do it if you have to
tie them down -- do you understand?" he pressed.

        "Yes, Master."

        "For the record, I haven't," Lon retorted.  "I'm beginning to wonder
if it wouldn't be better if I sewed up your pussy..."  Sally's eyes popped,
and Lon made a mental note...

                       ----------------------------------

        The next day, Wednesday, was the Fourth of July; it was remarkable
only in that it was unremarkable.  The group didn't get together in any
fashion -- everyone did family-oriented things.  Beth and Louise had to pull
shifts at the hospital, so Fred took his sons to the municipal fireworks
display.  Toby spent most of the day editing and squirreling away group
videos -- and got sore from masturbation in the process.  Perhaps the only
item of note was an anticipated phone call...

        "Teela?"

        "Hi, Sal."

        Sally started blubbering immediately.  "I'm in SOOO much trouble
with Lon!"

        Teela squinched up her face, "Do ya think?"

        "I just meant to -- you know -- help fix the whole Mr. Carter thing,
but things got SOOO out of hand!"

        "So what do you think the problem is?"  Overnight, Teela had given
Toby's advice a lot of thought -- and she was being careful to hear exactly
what Sally was worried about before offering sympathy -- not necessarily
because she believed Toby, but just to see if he might be right...

        "Well, Lon isn't exactly as high-minded as he'd like everyone to
think," Sally related.  "The fact that Terence is black was big with him,
you know?  I guess he feels like I'm defiled, or something..."

        "You knew that going in, Sal," Teela pointed out.  "Toby made that
pretty clear to the rest of us, anyway -- including Terence.  I'm sure you
knew, too."

        "Well, yeah, but..."

        "Maybe you should have looked deeper into the whole thing," Teela
pressed.

        "Well, it's done," Sally replied.  "I'm not sure that's the worst
part."

        "What is?" Teela asked.

        "I came -- twice!" Sally wailed.  "The first time, I think is okay,
because Lon was doing things to me to get me off -- but he was also
whispering nasty things in my ear, and that was all part of what did it..."

        "Like what?" Teela asked, interested.

        "He called me a slut for black cock -- stuff like that..."

        "With Terence right there?" Teela was amazed.

        "He was whispering in my ear," Sally replied.  "Terence couldn't
hear it -- but I could -- and I'm embarrassed about how hot I got!"

        "Well, it was probably just the nasty dirty way he put it, not that
you were that much into Terence," Teela guessed.

        "Well, yeah, that was EXACTLY it -- but it looked bad.  And then
later we all kind of got off together -- and I really wasn't getting much
EXCEPT Terence's dick -- but there were other things going on and my head
was in this place where everything was good and..." Sally's voice trailed
off.

        "How bad is that, do you think?" Teela asked carefully.

        "I don't KNOW..." Sally wailed.  "On the way home, Lon was all nasty
and called me a slut and told me that I'm on some kind of probation and from
now on I'd better be careful to do whatever he wants -- no matter what..."

        Teela pondered things for a moment; the conversation was going
EXACTLY as Toby had predicted...  "Didn't you want him to kind of jump out
there and take charge?"

        "Well, yes, but..." Sally came up short.

        "And he has, hasn't he?"

        "Um, yeah.  Big time," Sally agreed.  "But what if I went too far?
What if he dumps me?"

        "Has he said anything about that?" Teela pressed.

        "No, but...  Well, a couple of threats, maybe."

        "Hey, Sally, this is your hole -- you dug it.  From what I can see,
things are going about where you wanted them.  The only difference now is
maybe instead of you just offering to do what he wants, now he's demanding
it."

        "Yeah."  There was a funny tone in Sally's voice; Teela didn't need
a map to realize that Toby had been on target with his assessment.

        "Okay, then.  You don't seem to think Lon is serious about dumping
you, but if you're worried, I guess maybe you'd better be a real good girl
for him..."  Teela waited to see how this advice was absorbed.  Normally,
she would have told Sally that nobody was worth that kind of trouble and
that she needed to get away from Lon, but the new Sally -- who, when she
thought about it, wasn't that much different from the OLD Sally -- seemed to
be following Toby's description exactly.

        "Yes.  You're right.  I'm just going to have to be perfect.  You're
right -- it IS what I wanted -- I wanted him to make me toe the line -- and
that's what he's doing!  Thanks, Teela!"  Suddenly, Sally was all determined
and happy...

        "You're welcome..."  'I guess...'  Teela still couldn't make heads
or tails of it, but...

        "Okay, bye!"  And Sally was gone.

                       ----------------------------------

        Thursday, Rick took Teela to the movies, then brought her back to
his house to cuddle and watch TV in the den.  Teela really couldn't get
enough of Rick in public or in private; she was so happy to have a man on
her arm when they went out that she floated everywhere, and when they were
alone and she cuddled up against him, it was like being wrapped up in a big,
protective layer of something or other...  She was on his lap, and he had
his hand under her top, cupping a breast -- it wasn't mauling or anything,
just intimacy, and she was feeling him more than watching whatever the TV
was babbling about.  "Sally's so weird," she muttered.

        "Yeah, well..." Rick was inclined to let Sally be whatever made her
happy.  As far as he was concerned, it wasn't really surprising that a big
girl like Sally would have issues.

        "Toby was right.  She came crying to me about Lon being pissed and
making demands, and when I pointed out that she wanted him running things,
she got all happy and went away.  It's like she's perfectly happy to grovel
at his feet like a pet dog or something!"

        Rick shrugged.  "Low self-esteem..."

        "Yeah, but..."

        "What would you do if I told you I was royally pissed about that dog
thing yesterday and you'd better shape up or else?" Rick eyed her.

        "I'd...  You're not, are you?"  Teela went instantly anxious.

        "I'm not pleased..." Rick replied, his tone reproving.

        "I won't do it again?" she offered meekly.

        "I might get him to jam your ass, just to teach you a lesson!" Rick
barked.

        "But...  Okay."  Teela looked up at him with big submissive eyes.

        Rick shook his head, grinning.  "See?  How different is this and
what Sally's doing?"

        "Oh!  You!"  Teela swatted him on the bicep.  "That was mean!"

        "There's some truth to it," Rick replied.

        "Well, if you think it will keep me out of trouble, we can go see
Dirk," Teela allowed.

        "You would, wouldn't you?  You realize I'd want him to poke your ass
dry, right?" Rick pointed out.

        "If you really feel that I need the lesson..." Teela eyed him
sidelong.  Was he serious?

        "I'll hold it over you for a future infraction," Rick replied.  "But
that brings us back to just how far either of you will go to keep her
man..."

        "Well, there's a difference," Teela replied.  "I get a little wild
sometimes, and I'm willing to pay for it, if I have to.  But Sally goes
looking for ways to get into trouble, and then seems perfectly happy to be
made to do, well, anything..."

        "Being butt-fucked by a dog represents a limit?" Rick chided.

        "Well, you wouldn't be taking me back to Dirk every week," Teela
replied.  "Sally seems to be willing to pay a thirty year mortgage on a
hundred dollar debt!"

        Rick thought about it.  Teela had a point, but...  Slowly, the 'but'
surfaced in his mind.  "There's another side to this.  If Lon owns her,
she's his responsibility.  He has an obligation to her."

        Teela blinked.  "Oh.  Do you think that's it?"

        "Yeah.  Even if he beats her and fucks her and treats her like shit,
she's owned, and he's responsible to take care of his property.  If she has
to follow him on a leash, HE'S STILL HOLDING THE LEASH!  And that means that
they have a relationship."  Rick frowned.  "I think to her, being owned is
more of a relationship than just being boyfriend and girlfriend.  And maybe
she's right.  It's a security thing -- and I'm guessing that she feels more
secure being owned than just being a girlfriend."

        "But isn't she running the risk of him pushing her away?"

        "Well, that's what Toby was warning you about," Rick replied.  "A
lot of this is in her head -- justification.  If this thing is bad enough as
it stands, and if Lon realizes what's going on, then it's their excuse for
doing things the way she wants.  If you came back at her with the idea that
she had done nothing wrong, she might have had to find something worse.  She
needs an excuse to treat him like the King of Siam -- and nobody wants any
holes blown in the one she has, because she'll have to start all over again.
Also, to a certain extent, even if he spurns her, he STILL owns her -- and
it's her excuse to work even harder to please him."

        "So it's what SHE wants," Teela muttered, frowning.

        "Yes.  I think so."

        "Then it's okay, I guess."  Teela cuddled up to Rick.  "So, do we go
see Dirk, or can I maybe just get you to fill in?"

        "What?"

        "Well, I was thinking that maybe I shouldn't leave any cherries
around for strange guys or stray animals to pick..."  There ensued a tender
interlude during which Rick introduced Teela to anal sex as gently as he
possibly could, bending her over the couch arm.  Teela decided that anal sex
wasn't anything that was going to be a big treat for her, in and of itself
-- but the proper amount of clitoral stimulation (self-induced) brought a
nice, loud, satisfying orgasm that the cock running in and out of her ass
added to, somewhat.

        Afterward, there was another, somewhat tense period during which
they both felt relief that the couch was leather -- or rather, Naugahyde;
the other down-side of anal sex -- the mess -- was readily apparent, after
the excitement died down.  Thankfully, the mess wiped up -- and the proper
application of cleaners got rid of the smell...  The tragedy averted (Jean
wasn't home from work yet), Teela found it in her to chuckle, "Well, I'm
glad Dirk wasn't in on THAT!"

        Rick grinned.  "Well, he might have licked it up..."

                       ----------------------------------

        Lon deliberately snubbed Sally until Friday at about two-thirty, for
a number of reasons.  First, he needed to do a lot of heavy thinking about
the insanity that had come over him during his 'punishment' by Terence.
When he thought about it, he'd succumbed, more or less, with Fred Carter,
too -- and it was evidence of a side of his personality that he'd been
heretofore unaware of.  When he thought about it, things went back a good
deal farther than that -- his attempt to force himself on Jean had been a
symptom, disguised as something else.  Obviously, he felt a need to impose
his will upon others, periodically -- and it was dangerous, a lot of the
time.  His mother had the same thing, but she wasn't as vicious about it --
the only thing he could think of as an excuse was the fact that he'd been
the target for so long.  When it came down to it, he understood that the
behavior was dangerous.  He had two alternatives, as he saw it -- he could
try to get above it, maybe through counseling if he couldn't get control on
his own -- or he could use Sally to bleed off the excess.  She seemed more
than happy to assist in that manner...

        And that brought him back to Sally.  Had she done wrong?  She seemed
to think she had -- probably as a result of that second orgasm.  Should he
let her off the hook?  Instinct said no.  Toby seemed to agree, too.  The
current situation left him firmly in control -- not the recipient of her
generous freebies -- and that seemed to be good for everyone, in the long
term.  Besides, he WAS bothered by that whole thing; maybe she DID want to
feel Terence's big black cock in her ass...  There was no knowing -- and
nobody was going to be totally honest about it, in hindsight, anyway.

        His anger with Terence was neatly scotched by the fact that the big
stupid idiot had knuckled under and given him a blowjob -- right in the
middle of the so-called 'punishment' session.  If he hadn't been running his
dick in and out of Sally's ass, everything would have gone the other way and
Terence would have been the big loser in the whole situation.  God knew what
Terence thought about the whole thing, although it was pretty clear that his
anger had dissipated.  What the fuck had possessed him to suck Lon's cock,
anyway?

        Ultimately, everything seemed to come down to a few least-common
denominators:  He needed an outlet for some serious aggression.  Sally had
done wrong -- how, exactly, wasn't important, as long as they agreed on that
fact.  Terence was paid up -- and Lon had a hold on him, if he needed to use
it.  One thing led to another fairly easily -- and the result was exactly
what Lon had been angling for when he started with Sally in the first place!
He owned her -- period.  Whenever he needed to let off steam -- or a load of
semen -- she was his to use.  What could be better?

        Sally had tried to call Lon on Thursday -- and he'd refused to take
her calls.  To say that she was anxious was to understate the case.  So when
Lon called at two-thirty on Friday, her first reaction was relief -- but it
rapidly turned to dismay when Lon's voice announced curtly, "I'll be there
in twenty minutes.  Wear something you can get out of quickly, and no
panties."

        "B-but..."

        "But what?"

        "Mom wants me to go shopping with her."

        "So you won't be there?"  The hanging threat was clear.

        "But, Lon..."  Sally cast about desperately.

        "Who?"

        "Umm, my Lord?  My Lord, there are going to be times when no matter
what I want, I won't be able to answer a summons..."

        "You haven't tried," Lon replied.  "Make the attempt.  I'll wait.  I
want to hear you."

        Sally swallowed.  "Yes, Lord."  Pitching her voice to be heard in
the next room, she yelled, "Mom, can I pass on this shopping trip?"

        "Why?" Eleanor wanted to know, sticking her head around the door.

        "Lon wants to..." Sally began.

        "You can't just run every time he calls, you know," Eleanor
responded.

        "Beg to differ," Lon's voice sounded in Sally's ear.

        "I want to take you out to do some early shopping for school
clothes," Eleanor continued.

        "But Mom!" Sally whined.

        "No buts," Eleanor retorted.  "He can see you later.  It'll do him
good."

        "But it won't do YOU any good!" Lon growled.  "When?"

        "When?" Sally relayed the question.

        "We should be back by six."

        "Be ready at seven." Lon hung up.

        "Seven's okay, then?" Sally pressed forward.

        "I guess."  Eleanor eyed her daughter with some asperity.

        Sally got a sustained lecture from her mother while they were out
until she came out with, "Mom, I did something stupid, and Lon is mad, okay?
I need to deal with that."

        "What did you do?"

        "I'd rather not talk about it," Sally replied, "but he's right to be
mad -- and I need to make it up to him."

        "All right, Dear, if you say so," Eleanor replied, "But you can't
let him own you -- sooner or later it will backfire on you.  Try to maintain
some control of things, all right?"

        "I'll do what I can," Sally agreed.

        "I know, he's wonderful, and you're in love and the, um, relations
are very good -- but you can't build a relationship on the physical piece,
and no matter how wonderful a catch he is, you can't keep him by groveling
at his feet!  He won't respect you, and he'll use you and in the end you'll
have nothing -- it's best that you two sort the whole thing out now, rather
than have it all fall apart later," Eleanor insisted.

        "Yes, Mom," was the only possible answer...

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        Lon pulled into the drive and just waved for her to get into the
car.  Sally did so, then sat with her hands on her lap, not looking at him.
"Master, I know that when we're alone you plan to treat me differently than
when we're in public..."

        "Yeah?" Lon grunted.

        "I want to suggest that you treat me in the public way when we're in
sight of my parents.  It might keep them from becoming a problem for us."
Sally explained diffidently.

        "You mean we might avoid more of that crap your mother was trying to
fill your head with?" Lon queried.

        "Yes, Master."

        Lon grimaced.  "We're probably screwed for the moment..."

        "I told my mother you were angry with me."

        "True," Lon grunted.

        "We should be safe for a bit, I think, Master."

        Lon sighed.  So he was acting. And acting like he was acting -- or
something like that.  He was nowhere near as mad as he needed to be for
Sally -- but that was probably too much for her parents.  Yeesh.  Keeping
his voice gruff, he growled, "Remind me when we come back."

        "Yes, Master."

        Lon backed out of the driveway and headed up the street.  "When are
we due back, slut?"

        "No time was set, Master."

        "Good."  He pointed them toward the highway.  "I want us to have
some privacy while I outline your new rules.  Lift your skirt."  Sally did
so -- she was without panties, as instructed.  "Good.  From now on, you
don't wear panties in my presence.  Ever."

        "Ummm, Master?  What about periods?" Sally asked diffidently.

        "Tampons?" Lon suggested.  How come the simplest damned instruction
ended up being impossible to implement?

        "They're, umm, not always enough, Master."

        "You have heavy days and light days?"

        "Yes, Master."

        "How many heavy days?"

        "Two, usually, Master."

        "You get two a period.  After that, tampons and no panties.  If you
pick the wrong two days, then you're going to be bloody in my presence --
which will carry its own punishment.  Clear?" Lon demanded.

        "Clear, Master."

        "You better have something in your purse to clean up the mess with,
too!  Are you regular?"

        "Pretty regular, Master."

        "Make me a calendar.  I want to know a couple of weeks in advance
when you're on your period -- and when the heavy days will be."

        "Yes, Master."

        "When are you due?"

        "Next week, Master."

        Lon rolled his eyes.  "Which days?"

        "Tuesday and Wednesday should be bad, Master."

        "Tuesday and Wednesday, then."

        "Master, what if I start on Monday?"

        'God, give me patience...'  "If you are carrying panties on Monday
and end up needing them, you'll have them Monday and Tuesday.  If you wear
panties on Tuesday, and don't start until Wednesday, you're screwed -- get
it?"

        "Yes, Master," Sally replied meekly.

        "Of course, this is all in my presence, only," Lon reminded her.
"If you are NOT in my presence, you can do as you like.  I may decide not to
see you next week -- it may end up being easier on both of us."

        "Master?"  Sally didn't care for that!

        "Why?"  Lon glanced at her.  "I'm pissed.  And I won't want to be
hassled.  Here I've given you a simple instruction and its taken ten minutes
to go through all of the crap that goes with it..."

        "I'm sorry, Master."  Sally looked as if she was going to cry.

        "Whatever."  Lon waved it off.  "Take off you blouse."

        "Master?"

        "You didn't hear me?"

        "I...  wasn't sure."

        "I said take off your blouse."

        "Yes, Master."  Sally pulled her blouse off, her eyes shifting from
point to point, trying to cover everywhere at once.

        "The bra, too," Lon directed.

        "Master, please!"

        "Fuck with me and you'll be pressing them against that window!" Lon
grated.

        "Yes, Master."  Sally reached back and reluctantly undid the clasp
and shrugged off her bra.

        "You're not terribly obedient," Lon grunted.

        "I'm sorry, Master."

        "Sorry isn't good enough.  You're a sorry slut and I'm pissed at
you.  Keep acting up and see what happens!  We can roll through the drive-
through at McDonalds with your bra tied to the radio antenna to attract
attention..." Lon threatened.

        "I'll be good, Master!"

        "Damn right you will!"

        Sally spent the next ten minutes in an agony of embarrassment -- but
no one seemed to notice her, even at stoplights.  Lon put them on the
freeway headed out of town.  "Where are we going, Master?" Sally asked.

        "Somewhere quiet.  I haven't decided, actually.  I'll know when we
get there -- and you will, too." Lon replied shortly.

        A few minutes later, they were in the left lane, overtaking a tanker
truck.  Lon looked up in the rear view, nodded his satisfaction, and pulled
alongside the cab and matched speeds with the big truck.  "Undo your
seatbelt, raise up, and show your hooters to the nice trucker," he directed.

        "Yes, Master."  Sally undid her seatbelt and leaned up so her
breasts were clearly displayed through the side window, her face cherry-red
with embarrassment.

        "Hang them out the window, if you have to," Lon instructed.  "I want
to know for sure he's seen them."

        "Yes, Master."  Sally lowered the window and arched her chest,
exposing her breasts to the cool, rapidly moving air.  Almost instantly,
there was a blast from the truck's air horn, and a voice yelled, "Shit
fire!"

        "Okay, haul 'em in -- we're leaving."  Lon accelerated away, to
another blast from the truck's air horn.  Sally collapsed back into the seat
and rolled up the window.  She was a mess -- humiliation warred with
excitement to see which emotion would be ascendant.  Her pussy was a
swamp...

        Word must have gotten around -- the next rig, a more or less
standard tractor-trailer -- was honking before she got up in her seat.
"Hey, Baby!  Need someone to hold those for ya?" the trucker yelled.  Sally,
tongue-tied, couldn't think of a reply.  Lon had her stay up in the seat
while he pulled away; Sally could see the driver's partner waving through
the windshield.

        When she had settled back into the seat, Lon glanced over and asked,
"So, are you hot now, Slut?  Don't lie to me -- the back of your skirt is
wet!"

        "Yes, Master," Sally admitted, thoroughly humiliated.  "It's very
embarrassing, but..."

        "Maybe I should pull off at a rest stop and let you blow some
truckers...  What do you say?"

        "I...  Master, can I be honest?" Sally felt real fear.  What Lon
proposed...

        "Yes."

        "I'd rather not, Master.  I'd much rather suck your cock."  Would
this get her off the hook?

        Lon chuckled.  "Well, go ahead, then."

        Sally only had a vague idea where they were when Lon let her back
up; she knew that he'd gotten off the freeway, and driven a while on paved
roads, then gotten onto a bumpy one -- but she had been concentrating on his
cock.  Driving had captured enough of his attention that he hadn't cum, but
it wasn't from any lack of attention on her part.  She'd made love to Lon's
cock with her mouth and tongue as best she could under the circumstances.

        They were parked in a small clearing in some trees, just off a dirt
road.  About fifty feet in front of the car was a plowed field.  "Get out,
slut," Lon directed.  He got out and leaned back against the driver's door.
Sally got out and came around; she knew better than to dress.  "Kneel up and
finish what you were doing."

        Sally did as she was told, and there was silence for a bit, except
for the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock.  After a bit, she pulled back.
"Master?  Can I move your pants out of the way?"

        "Go ahead, slut."  That improved things for both of them, quite a
bit.  Sally could now get in to go deep, and she had access to Lon's balls.
"Okay," Lon sighed, "this is how we're playing it, for now.  Your holes
belong to me -- all of them.  Only I say who sticks things in them,
understood?"

        "Ummph hmmph."

        "Look at me.  Always look at me, when you're sucking my cock," Lon
prompted.  "Your ass is defiled.  You had black dick in there and you loved
it.  That's not your back hole, it's your black hole.  If and when I let you
fuck black dick, they get your ass -- and ONLY your ass, understood?"

        "Ummph hummph."

        "I won't ever be sticking my cock in there -- blacks own that hole.
But your pussy is MINE, and if you let a black cock in there..."  Lightning
flashed in Lon's eyes.

        "Hummph ummph."

        "You understand, then?  I can't even really come up with anything
bad enough to use as an example.  You'll be a gang-bang girl, for money --
and you'll never see MY dick again!  That's just a first pass...  Plan to
die of AIDS..."

        "UUUUMMMMPHHH!!"  Sally's eyes were huge and her hands waved.

        "Okay.  You get the point, then."  Lon nodded understanding.  "I
don't trust you -- you get silly ideas.  I'm thinking about ways to lock up
that slut pussy of yours.  When I figure one out, you're gonna put up with
it, understood?"  Sally nodded, wide-eyed.  "Okay, bend over the hood -- I'm
gonna fuck you."

        Lon flipped up Sally's skirt and went to town on her, not caring
whether she came or not -- but she did, anyway.  He swatted her bare ass a
few times, enjoying it and her grunts and wails and the red marks he left.
Given the amount of stimulation they had both already had, the fuck didn't
last long -- maybe two minutes from insertion until Lon started pouring
semen in Sally's swampy vagina.  It was a deliberate animal fuck, with no
obvious caring involved -- another punishment for Sally, not that it was
certain by any means that she got the point, given her wail of pleasure and
the gush of her juices at the ninety second mark.  Lon shook his head -- it
sure was hard making a point with a girl who wanted to be abused...  "Clean
me!" he directed, backing away and resuming his position leaning against the
driver's door.  Sally knelt and did so without comment, gently sucking and
licking their shared juices from his cock, pubes, and balls.  Reaching into
the car through the window, Lon collected some napkins from the door pocket.
"Go over there and wipe yourself off."

        Sally went over to the indicated tree and squatted to clean herself.
Lon then got in the car, tossed her purse out the window, and drove off...

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