Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 30 of 31
Universe: The Pact
Summary: School begins, and brings with it new challenges for the group --
including one Amy Winston.  Will she be an ally, or an adversary?
Content: mf mc oral ir

Chapter 30

	Just after Chuck retrieved Iris, Frank tapped Candace on the head.
"Bedroom!  It's time to fuck!"  Candace, in full submissive mode, nodded and
led him off to her bedroom.  "You ride -- I'm taking the bottom," Frank
announced.  Candace climbed on cowgirl -- which just happened to be one of
her favorite positions -- and started posting on his pleasantly sized
erection.

	It wasn't all fun and games, however; Frank insisted on swatting her
on the ass, regularly -- and it hurt despite his poor angle.  Worse was when
he did the same to her tits.  She was cherry red upside and down when he
finally blew his wad -- but somehow, when he twisted her nipples just before
he went off, it made up for it, because Candace almost had a seizure, her
orgasm was so intense.  Frank groused about her being worthless when she
collapsed across him, but he was secretly pleased with events; her pussy had
tried HARD to suck him dry.

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	It may have been Amy's influence, but Bernice got pretty amorous
after the mutual orgasm Amy triggered.  She cuddled up to Randy and kissed
him and cooed happily -- and Randy allowed it, largely because she'd provided
really good sex.  He let her cuddle up for several minutes before deciding it
was time to get up and wander off to the bathroom -- and he wasn't
characteristically gruff about having her get off, either.  As a result,
Bernice began to wonder if Randy was serious -- and how bad it would be
playing second fiddle to Miriam.

	Miriam, on the other hand, was... concerned.  The nature of her
relationship with Randy more or less granted him the right to do whatever he
felt like where women were concerned, and it was Miriam's job to suck it up
-- and to maintain her position in the pecking order by being superior to any
other woman in compliance and behavior.  That didn't mean that watching him
have apparently highly enjoyable sex with Bernice didn't bother her at all --
quite the contrary.  Now, she apparently had competition...

	The effect on Pete Franklin was that she rushed him, doing her level
best to set him off and get him out of the way so she could see what Randy
and Bernice were up to -- and then fret about it.

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	Damian wandered by Ben and Gina.  "So, how's it goin'?"

	"Good," Ben replied.  "Real good."  Gina nodded enthusiastically.
The couple had more or less recovered something that had been only potential
when they were younger, and they were both happy about it.

	Damian wasn't.  "I think we were too easy on her," he opined.  "Think
about it -- she got just about everything she wanted, didn't she -- except
for being scared a little and sucking a little dick.  There isn't a girl here
who hasn't done that.  What did she learn, exactly?"

	Gina was instantly an unhappy camper.  She gulped and said, "I'm a
club girl.  I do what I'm told.  I'm no better than any girl here."

	Damian cocked his head.  "Is that a fact?"

	Gina nodded.  "Yes."

	Ben's eyes narrowed.  "What do you want, Damian?"

	"She's talkin' the talk -- I want her to walk the walk.  Most of the
girls in this room have had to do shit they didn't want to -- they fucked or
sucked somebody to get in the door -- and some of them have done several of
you guys, not because they wanted to, but because we told 'em to.  We've got
one in the booth right now who already has a boyfriend -- and she's done two
guys who AREN'T her boyfriend tonight.  I guess I'm saying that I'd like to
see that she understands that just because she got lucky and hooked up, it
isn't over.  Don't you think she ought to go the extra mile?"

	Amy and Toby came out for this and sat on the pool table, but said
nothing to stop Damian.  Amy asked, "Is he going too far?"

	Toby assessed Gina and replied, "I'm not sure he isn't right.  Gina
has pretty much recovered -- being with Ben has papered over some things."
He took headcount.  "Several of the girls agree with Damian."

	"Several of the boys, do, too," Amy related.  "Ben..."

	Damian eyed Ben.  "I don't want to piss you off.  You might think I'm
being unfair.  On the other hand, you might wish I'd pressed this harder in a
couple of weeks..."

	Gina licked her lips.  "What do you want me to do?"

	Damian met her eyes.  "Whatever I tell you to do.  Maybe Ben should
tell you..."  That made Ben really uncomfortable -- it was obvious.  Damian
eyed him.  "You shared the wealth, man..."  Ben nodded.  Damian turned back
to Gina, "Do you think I'm blowin' smoke?  Singling you out?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"Well, it's true -- and it isn't."  Damian turned around.
"Alyssa..."  Alyssa looked up, but Damian stopped.  "That doesn't prove
anything, does it?"  He flicked a glance at Terence, thinking, 'Big Bro can
kick my ass later...'  "Bonita?  Have you ever fucked Clint?"

	Bonita's eyes got big.  "No Damian."

	"I need something, here."

	Bonita flicked a glance at Terence, but said, "Yes, Damian," got up
and headed over to Brenda and Clint.  Damian turned to Brenda and Clint.
"Turnabouts..."

	"Yes, Damian."  Brenda got up off Clint's lap, kissed him, kissed
Bonita, and headed over to Terence.  Since neither male was prepared for this
eventuality, both girls knelt and starting sucking their target's cock to
life.

	Damian turned back to Gina.  "Now, are you a club girl?"

	Gina looked at Damian, then at Ben, then back at Damian.  "Yes
Damian."

	"Pete, you busy?" Damian turned to Pete Phifer, not Pete Franklin.

	"Nope."  Pete stood up.

	Damian turned back to Ben.  "I think she really ought to do a black
guy.  You got to open her up..."  He looked around the room.  "If it was me,
I'd make her fuck every dick in the room -- she's got a lot of comin' down to
do."  He looked around the room.  "Some of you are new and you weren't around
when we started.  Girls get hooked up and we have been letting them slide --
but the original rule was you do for whoever wants it.  If you're somebody's
squeeze, then it's polite to ask your old man -- but everybody has got a
little something that wasn't his, you know?  It's custom that you say yes if
you're asked -- and you don't hold it against your woman.  A bunch of us have
had to share so guys that don't have nothin' could get some."  He turned and
waved at Bonita and Brenda, "Y'all can stop, for now.  Am I lyin', here?"

	Brenda shook her head.  "No."  Bonita did the same.  Damian looked
around the room at Trish and Alyssa and Tabitha.  All of them shook their
heads.

	Damian turned back to Gina.  "One last time.  Are you a club girl?
You can walk.  Nobody will ever say anything about what's happened here
already tonight -- it's a rule we have and everybody BETTER obey it.  But now
it's all been laid out, you got one more chance to pass..."

	Gina looked around the room, meeting people's eyes -- male and
female.  The choice was clear: it was them -- and Ben -- or Cindy and Bev and
her group.  "I'm a club girl."

	Damian nodded.  "Ben, can we borrow your old lady?  We need to kinda
break her in so she's colorblind, and a couple of the guys are doin'
without..."

	Ben nodded sagely, eyeing Gina.  "Let's not be rude about it."

	Damian nodded.  "Not what it's about.  Oh, uh, Tabitha?  You and Pete
hooked up once tonight already, right?"

	"Uh huh."  'What's this all about?' Tabitha wondered.

	"So, uh, Gina.  You ever suck the cum out of a chick after she's
fucked?" Damian asked mildly.

	Gina went white.  "N-no..."

	"That'd be new, then..."

	"Yes."

	"Well, you never know, with Cindy and her bunch..." Damian grinned.
"I think it'd be kind of a... symbolic gesture -- for the girls, I mean.
Handling the guys might not do it for them, you know?"

	Gina glanced around the room, meeting feminine eyes.  "I understand."

	"Okay, so, you was cherry, right?  And your ass?" Damian prompted.

	"I've never..."

	"Ben's, then.  Gents, Gina will be around to give you some club girl
pussy after she says hello to Pete and Tabitha," Damian announced grandly to
Pete Franklin, Ray, and Alonzo.  "Y'all remember that she's someone's old
lady and don't do nothing to her you wouldn't want done to yours."  Damian
turned to Gina, "Pete's a gentleman, in case you didn't know..."

	"I'm sure he is," Gina nodded.

	"Pool table, I think.  Somebody throw up a mattress.  And get a
camera -- we don't want Gina backsliding," Damian directed.  Gina's eyes
popped.  "Alyssa, we got video of you?"

	"You know it."

	"Brenda?  Bonita?  Maddie?  Tabitha?  Hey, Miriam, come out of there!
We got video of you fuckin?"

	"Yes, Damian!"

	"Nothing unusual," Damian returned his attention to Gina.  "One day
it might remind you that you made a choice..."

	Gina nodded dumbly.  She got up and headed for the pool table, where
the two Petes were settling an exercise pad.  Ben followed her.  "Are you
okay?"

	Gina looked him in the eyes.  "As long as you are."

	"They're running it up a notch, but I trust these guys," Ben
murmured.  "Enjoy yourself.  None of these girls ever held back from me.
It'll be fine."

	"Will you come by and kiss me every once in a while?"

	"Absolutely."

	Gina turned toward the table.  "Help me up?"

	They positioned her on the table with her ass at one end.  Since Toby
was available, he got to video.  "How do we want to start?"

	"Let's get me out of the way," Tabitha offered.  She got help from
Alonzo getting onto the table.  "How bad is this gonna be?" she asked Gina as
she crawled up beside her.

	"I don't know -- I've never..."

	"I have -- and it can be fun.  Of course, the cum part is just there
to gross you out," Tabitha grinned.

	"Yes."

	"But you've given blowjobs..."

	"Well, tonight."

	"Then you've tasted it.  As for girls..." Tabitha grinned, "They
don't taste as bad."

	Gina smiled.  "Thanks.  You didn't have to come at it like this."
Tabitha just nodded and moved to settle her haunches over Gina's face.

	She was a gooey mess.  Gina got control of her gorge by taking a deep
breath and started tentatively licking.  The thing was, Tabitha smelled like
sex -- and that wasn't really a bad thing.  Just inhaling was arousing.  Gina
found that it wasn't all that bad -- especially after Pete Phifer lowered his
lips to her pussy!

	Gina knew what they were trying to do.  She'd known the first time
when they surrounded her.  They were using racial prejudice to put her in her
place.  In the first round, they'd used her prejudices; this time, they would
use those of others.  Anyone to see a video of her fucking and sucking black
guys would have one reaction or another, regardless of race.  If the video
ever got out, her reputation would be ruined -- IF she went back to Cindy and
her sycophants and tried to maintain THAT type of reputation -- the 'butter
won't melt in my mouth' kind.  The flip side seemed to be that the guys had
jerked her around a little, but in the end, they hadn't hurt her -- or even
REALLY followed through on the threat of an all-black gang-bang.  And then
there was Ben...  Damian was right -- she'd come out ahead!  Pete certainly
wasn't hurting her...

	Tabitha stayed over her face until Gina made her cum -- which added
to the goo on Gina's face.  When she climbed off, it was just Gina and Pete
-- and Pete seemed to really know how to eat pussy!  Gina's hips were rolling
and she knew that an orgasm was in the offing if he didn't let up -- but she
didn't think Damian was going to be satisfied with the results of this
session, either.  Pete was being real nice to her, but all she had to do was
lie there and it would look like rape...  "Ben?" she called, looking around.

	"Princess?" Ben showed up on her right.

	"This isn't going right, either, my Knight," she said softly.  "They
need something..."  Gina gasped as a wave of pleasure threatened to swamp
her.  "For this scene, they need a wench -- a common slut... Ooohhh!  I...
need to give them something...  Aahhh!  Say some things...  Political
expediency -- you understand?  To make it good?"

	"I... think I do..." Ben murmured, frowning.

	"Pete's efforts are... oooohhhh... wasted if I don't acknowledge them
properly..."  Gina closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stay focused while
Pete washed her clit with his tongue.  "His position is ambassadorial...
Otherwise, they could have had you in the video...  Do you understand?"

	"Oh!" Ben grinned.  "You need to..."  He stopped, searching for
words.

	"Make announcements..." Gina gasped, "Confirming that the alliance is
friendly."

	"Yes, I understand..."

	"Tell me, so I know that you do..." Gina gasped.

	Ben leaned in close and whispered, "You need to show them a slut for
black cock."

	"Yesss..."  Orgasm hovered close, and she wanted to take advantage of
it.

	"I told you not to hold back..."

	"This...  needs to be... more...."

	"As you will, my Princess."  Ben stepped back.

	Gina, who had been on the ragged edge for an interminable period
while she struggled to ensure that Ben understood, surrendered -- and
convulsed in orgasm, grabbing Pete's head, "UUUUUUHHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!"  She
thrashed and bucked her mons against Pete's invading lips and tongue,
allowing them to conquer her.  The orgasm went on and on until she could
stand no more; she pushed Pete's head away, but took the opportunity of her
impassioned arousal to wail, "Fuck me!  Do me with that big black cock!"

	Eyebrows raised all over the room -- but Ben merely smiled.  Toby
leaned away from the camera to whisper to Amy, "She's playing to the camera."
Amy nodded.

	Pete didn't know that, and he was a bit concerned as he stood -- but
Ben just waved for him to proceed, apparently unconcerned, so he took Gina's
legs over his shoulders, positioned himself at her opening, and began feeding
his pole into her cunt.  It was slick with his saliva and her secretions, but
still tight; it took him four tries to press home to the root.  Then he set
up a lazy pace that was probably more stimulating than a fast hammering
because of the opportunity it gave them both to feel one another.

	For Gina, it was good.  Pete seemed to be about the same size as Ben,
which was plenty to fill her, but not too much to be comfortable.  Gina
quickly realized that her little portrayal wasn't going to be difficult at
all -- in fact, if dicks were this good in general, being a slut for ANY cock
wasn't going to be hard...  She turned her mouth loose to express her
pleasure, knowing the soundtrack would make the video, "Fuck me...  Yessss...
So good...  Yess...  Fill me...  Go deep...  Uuuhhh...  Ooohhh...  OGOD!
HARDER!  NOW!!   NOWWW!!!"  The whole thing got away from her faster than she
dreamed possible as she pressed Pete's big hands to her breasts and howled in
climax!

	Ben was a bit disconcerted in spite of himself -- and things might
have been embarrassing, but Gina had pulled Pete along to orgasm with her,
saving her the humiliation of perhaps going wild under him multiple times.
Pete staggered back and Toby got a fine close-up of Gina's drippy creampie.
Damian grinned from ear to ear and hollered, "Next!"

	Pete Franklin, Ray, and Alonzo conferred for a moment and Alonzo
stepped up to the plate, doing as Pete had, throwing Gina's legs over his
shoulders and sliding his tapered cock into her depths.  Gina went "Oogh!"
and interlaced her fingers with his and started worrying about what Ben would
think of her responses.

	Alonzo set a slightly different pace -- but Gina was fully warmed up
and the orgasms kept coming.  She tripped one about ninety seconds after
Alonzo got started -- and it wouldn't be her last.

	Just about everyone involved was sitting around watching.  Misha
looked at Chris and murmured, "I didn't do all that stuff Damian is talking
about -- I haven't done anybody but you!"

	Chris blinked.  "No?"

	"Uh uh."  Misha shook her head.

	"But the way you give head..."

	"Dildos.  Rubber cocks.  I like to suck while I masturbate," Misha
related.  She eyed Gina, "I'm not sure that I've paid my dues.  Miriam was
just in a booth, sucking..."

	Chris pursed his lips.  Misha was a handful; she was hot and spicy
and needed a lot of attention.  If she felt like she ought to spread
herself...  "Go hop up on the other end of the table."  Misha gave him a look
that asked 'are you sure?' but he nodded.  Following her, he gave her a leg
up.  As she settled on the table, Chris yelled, "Ray!"  Ray Thinnes looked up
and Chris waved him over.  "Poke her," he directed, waving at Misha.

	"What?" Ray blinked.

	"Do her.  Get you some."

	"You sure?"

	"Yeah.  She needs to pay her club dues," Chris confirmed.  "Careful
-- when she gets going, she might bounce right off the table!"

	"Okay..." Ray turned to Misha, "Want a little lick?"

	"Sure!"

	Gina turned glazed eyes on Misha.  "Hi..." she croaked.

	"You were having all the fun," Misha told her.

	"Oh..."  Gina was cherry red virtually all over.  "Oh...  Ooohhh...
OOOHHHH!!  OGAAAAWD!!!"  She convulsed as Alonzo pushed her through her
second with him in the saddle.

	"FUCK!" Alonzo yelled as Gina's pulsating twat triggered his cum.
"JEEZUS!"

	Toby got in and captured the whole thing -- and Alonzo and Pete's
mixed seed dripping out of Gina.  Amy put a hand on Toby's wrist and said
softly, "Ben..."  Toby nodded.  When Damian called, "Next!" Toby waved him
off and pointed to Ben.  Shutting off the camera, he murmured, "At this
point, it's about numbers.  Give her back to Ben before you ruin her for
him."

	"Yeah, okay.  She's been cool."  Damian gestured and Ben shuffled
over to the mess that was his new girlfriend's pussy.  Amy, who didn't want
to see the relationship crash over the way things were being handled,
monitored Ben closely, but he seemed to be able to get over the negative
aspects of what had gone on.  In fact, he was a bit embarrassed at how hot
watching Gina take other cocks made him -- but it was offset some by concerns
that she would want such things again regularly.  Toby videoed Ben plugging
himself into Gina's swampy pussy, overriding Gina's urge to husk, "Thank
God!" -- which would have irritated Damian as it would have diluted things.

	Amy whispered, "Ben's wondering if he's just another dick at this
point..."

	"I damped Gina's reactions to keep them from showing up on video,"
Toby whispered back.  "Can you pass him something to let him know she's
thrilled to death?"  Amy did as she was asked and implanted a suggestion that
he collect her hands and lock eyes with her.  Gina was more than happy to
comply from her end when she picked up his intent -- and while it put the
pair of them in their own little world, it really didn't show up on video.

	Misha rubbed Ray's face all over her twat while she lit off, then
hauled him out of there by his ears, howling, "Gimmee!!!"  Ray got the hint
and started pumping her pussy while her ass danced on the table top pad.

	"Jeezus, Chris!" Ray exclaimed.

	"Yeah, well, she's a firecracker, but she's MY firecracker -- aren't
you Baby?" Chris asked Misha.

	"Uh huh!  Kiss me!"  Misha lunged up, reaching for Chris.  Chris
circled to the side of the table and leaned in to get wrapped up in his
diminutive girlfriend's arms.

	Bonita hopped up from where she knelt next to Clint and turned to go
to Terence -- but he put his hand out to wave her off, then pointed at Clint.
Bonita blinked, but settled back against Clint.  Brenda nodded at her and
then turned to suck in Terence's cock.  Clint, watching Brenda and Terence,
reached around in front of Bonita and started rubbing her mons while she
settled her ass against his erection.  She was already aroused, so Clint's
fingers were making squishy noises in her pussy in no time.  Panting, she
watched Terence; in a moment, she got a nod.  "Want it?" Clint breathed in
her ear.

	"Yessss..." Bonita moaned.

	"Raise up."

	Bonita lifted herself and raised a knee, opening herself up.  Clint
pressed his cock against her open split and she settled, groaning as his
thick shaft entered her.

	Brenda, watching as she jacked Terence, whispered, "That's the
hottest thing...  I'm climbing on."

	"Okay," Terence grunted.  Brenda gave really good head...  Brenda
spun around and settled onto Terence's cock in a manner similar to how Bonita
now rode her boyfriend -- except Brenda had longer legs, so she could drive,
while Bonita stood on one leg while Clint powered into her from below.

	Randy came back from the bathroom to this.  Perhaps more important,
he came back to Miriam standing just outside the curtains, watching Bernice
wander around near the pool table with an odd look on her face.  "Shit,"
Randy grumbled.  "Bernice!"

	"Hey!" Bernice whined.  She was wearing a mask -- and SUPPOSED to be
anonymous!

	"Shut up!" Randy rasped.  "Take Pete somewhere and fuck him.  I don't
want to hear any complaints, either!"

	"Yes, Randy."  Bernice presented herself in front of Pete Franklin,
head down.  "Would you like to fuck?"

	Pete thought about it.  "Yeah."  Bernice took his hand and led him
off.

	Miriam drifted toward him.  "Randy?"

	"What?"

	"Have I...?"

	"Not right now!" Randy waved her off.  "Go over to the pillory --
I'll be there in a minute."  Maybe if he put her in the thing and got three
or four guys to poke her, she would settle down and not bug him about Bernice
-- not that fucking Bernice should be any big thing, anyway...

	The real problem was simple, yet complex.  The moment Randy realized
that Miriam wasn't a fit, the decision to dump her was made -- but now he had
to DO it -- and he owed her too much to just tell her to hit the street.
Easier would be to let her make the call -- but what if she wouldn't?  The
unwavering loyalty that was Miriam's best feature came back to bite Randy
under these circumstances...  Looking up from his black study, Randy saw
Frank strutting down the stairs, looking pleased with himself.  Randy rubbed
his jaw; Miriam had practically drooled while Frank and Robert worked Beth
over last week...  "Hey, Frank!  You busy?"

	"Nah."  He'd given that older bitch a run for her money -- but that
was over, for the time being.  Maybe he would do her again sometime, but she
already answered to Damian -- and that bothered him.

	"See that one over there?" Randy pointed out Miriam with his eyes.

	"Yeah."

	"Well, she likes to play -- and right now, she wants to give me shit
about fucking something else -- and I don't want to deal with it, either way.
You want to do me a favor and lock her in that thing and go nuts on her for a
while?"

	"Isn't she yours?" Frank asked.

	"Yeah," Randy sighed, "but I'm just not up for her shit, you know?"

	"Bitches."  Frank looked disgusted.  "So... what?  You want me to put
her in her place?"  'Didn't I catch shit for that yesterday?'

	"Yeah..."  Randy nodded slowly.  "She's the type that can handle it.
I could do it, I guess, but I just don't feel like it."

	Frank shrugged and wandered over to the pillory.  "Help me set this
thing up so you're bent at the waist in it."

	"Okay."  Miriam helped Frank make the adjustments, thinking, 'If
that's what Randy wants...'

	Frank eyeballed the finished product.  "Okay, let's test it."  Miriam
obediently placed her wrists and neck in the openings -- and Frank locked her
down.  Circling around to her front, he squatted and eyed her for a moment,
then slapped her.  "Now that I have your attention," he barked, "it's time
for the educational part of our session.  Randy fucks whoever he wants to
fuck -- see?  If you don't want his jizz in some twat, you wait until he's
done and you POLITELY ask her if you can suck it out!  Understand?  Don't go
bugging him about it!"  He backed off and cocked his head, waiting.  "Well?"

	"Okay."

	Frank slapped her again.  "Too slow.  And the proper answer is 'Yes,
Frank.'  Try it."

	"Yes, Frank!"

	"Better.  You still fucked up, though, so I'm gonna have to punish
you."

	Miriam hung her head.  "Yes, Frank."

	Frank frowned.  "Don't go nowhere -- I'll be right back."  He headed
off to see Randy.  "She got the hint -- real fast, too.  She doesn't squawk
much."

	Randy nodded.  "She won't.  She's different that way.  In some ways,
that's the problem."

	"Yeah?"

	"She wants to be perfect.  You'd be amazed what she'll do -- but
that's the problem, too, sort of.  She wants to prove how loyal she is -- and
that means she wants you to find shit for her to do to prove herself.  And if
she fucks up at all, she wants you all over her about it.  It's a lot of
effort, you know?  Too much..."  Randy shook his head.

	"Too much trouble?"  Frank couldn't get his head around the idea that
a bitch might WANT to be perfect -- and, even weirder, that it might be a
problem...  "So, what should I be doing?"

	"Whatever.  If you told her she fucked up, she's going to WANT to be
punished.  Beat her ass or something.  From what I saw last week, you're a
LOT better at this than I am," Randy mused.  "There's some whips and stuff in
that box over there, I think..." Randy pointed out Beth's 'toy box.'

	"I dunno.  It sets a bad precedent, having someone else punish her,"
Frank grunted.

	"It doesn't matter -- I'm probably gonna have to cut her loose,"
Randy replied.  "If she's upset, it might help -- but the way she thinks, it
probably won't."

	Frank grunted.  He went over to the toy box and extracted a ball gag,
some clover clamps and a couple of fishing weights, and a riding crop.
Walking back over to Randy, he said, "I'm gonna gag her and beat her ass and
then fuck it.  If you decide to fuck something else, bring it around in front
of her so she gets the hint."

	"Thanks."  Randy nodded.  It was unlikely that he would bother...

	Frank wandered back over to Miriam and squatted before her.  "Open
your mouth."  Miriam complied, allowing him to gag her without protest.  "I'm
gonna entertain myself with your titties," he announced.  "I wish you could
watch, but you'll feel it at least..."  He brandished the clover clamps.  The
clamps were connected by a chain; Frank attached the clamping surfaces to
Miriam's nipples, then hung the fishing weights from the chain.  The more the
chain was dragged down by the weights, the tighter the clamps squeezed
Miriam's tender nipples.  Frank entertained himself by tapping the weights
with the riding crop, causing them to swing and bounce and jerk -- and
causing Miriam to react by making muffled grunts.

	When that palled, Frank moved around behind Miriam.  "Okay, I'm gonna
paddle your ass until I get tired.  Keep the noise down..."  He was more
artistic than brutal about it -- which meant that he left a fine, cross-hatch
pattern of welts.  Miriam made noises, naturally, but was subdued about it.
That didn't mean that the tears didn't flow freely...

The beating probably lasted less than five minutes -- and it was behind the
curtain from everyone else -- but it still put a damper on things outside the
curtain.  Amy and Toby discussed it quietly and damped it out mentally for
the others in order to allow those most affected to continue to enjoy
themselves.

Bernice finished with Pete Franklin and approached Randy.  "Why is Frank
doing that stuff to Miriam?"

Randy sighed.  "It's complicated.  Miriam, well, you have to treat her
differently.  But the main problem was probably the fact that you and I had
sex.  This is, well, to keep her in her place."

"Why is Frank doing it?"

'Because I'm too gutless,' Randy thought, but he answered, "Because he's
better at it."

"Would you be doing that to me?" Bernice asked.

"No."  Randy shook his head.  "I might yell at you or spank you or something
if you screwed up rally bad.  Miriam is different, like I said.  She -- I
dunno -- kind of expects it."

"I... see..." Bernice muttered.  She didn't.

Frank put on a rubber and lubed Miriam's ass -- but went off and got a
vibrator to use on her while he fucked her.   The reason?  He wanted her to
get off on it despite herself.  He used the vibe on her for several minutes
while taunting her quietly -- all the while fingering her ass.  He never
asked whether she'd been fucked there -- it didn't matter to him.  He'd TOLD
Randy that he was going to do it...

Miriam understood.  Frank was going to violate her -- and he intended that
she enjoy it, ultimately.  In fact, in a weird way, it made sense to her --
he was establishing dominion over her.  Even though Randy was her true
master, Frank seemed to have a better grasp of such things...  He made sure
she suffered -- especially while he penetrated her, driving his cock into her
mostly dry -- but after that, he lubricated her, both for his own comfort and
hers, and used the vibrator liberally while he fucked her ass energetically.
Since this didn't sound anything like a beating, it didn't have negative
effects in the main room.

Bonita and Clint finished within seconds of Brenda and Terence -- then the
four of them went off to shower.  Chris replaced Ray when he finished fucking
Misha -- and rode her to mutual completion.  Gina ultimately handled Ben's
concerns about her response by gasping out three more orgasms before he
pulsed a second load into her -- after which he crawled onto the table atop
her and they both fell asleep, exhausted.  Other couples started fading in
and out, too; everybody had completed at least one -- and, usually, as many
as three -- sex acts by midnight.

With Miriam and Frank busy, somehow it seemed natural for Randy to take
Bernice with him when he started ferrying the unoccupied single guys and
worn-out couples back to their cars...