Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 8
Initially eight people, including Adele and Bronwyn, signed up for the
dart-throwing contest. The other members of the group were still involved in
Honey's gangbang, by now they were using her asshole almost exclusively except
for the occasional fister who enjoyed reaming out her slack, swampy cunt, and
trying to tilt her sore cervix.
Chloe began to tremble uncontrollably when Bareback put goggles on her
to protect her eyes from any wild shots. Then he took a felt tipped pen and
inked circles around her nipples and navel, to as he said, "Give the snipers
something to shoot at when they got tired of bouncing their darts off your
chastity belt." The helpless woman looked out at the first contestant, a man who
she had not seen before. He took his stance and flung his first dart. It struck
the chastity belt with surprising force, bouncing off to the floor. Chloe gasped
as she realized how bad things might get.
His next four casts were no better than his first, but the force of each
strike was sufficient to cause bruising of her flesh, and as time went on, even
making her bones hurt from the steady tattoo of blows from the high speed darts.
By now he was angry and Chloe closed her eyes, knowing full well that his last
dart would find a different target. When the dart burrowed into the flesh of her
thigh, at first she felt nothing, the impact was such that it numbed the area it
struck. Then a lancing pain radiated out from where the dart was buried. She
screamed and screamed as the pain grew in intensity. She opened her eyes and
stared into the man's face, now covered with a broad smile. "Next contestant now
on the firing line." intoned Bram.
This one was not very skillful, but one of his throws actually
penetrated the belt at an oblique angle and bit into one of her cunt lips,
bringing a sharp gasp from her and a big cheer from the contestants. This lucky
shot saved Chloe from having to take one in some other portion of her naked
body, as he wasted the rest of the darts trying to duplicate his first hit. Bram
stepped up and barely touched the dart to dislodge it from her flesh, leaving
behind a tiny fleck of blood. It had been at best, a glancing hit.
Next was Bronwyn, and as she took her stance Chloe closed her eyes, not
kowing what to expect from her. She found out immediately as the first dart
buried itself in her upper arm. The guard received some good natured ribbing,
but Chloe knew that she had deliberately chosen to give up half her throws in
order to land three into the agent's helpless body. The second dart sank into
her breast, a few inches from the dark circle that covered her nipple. This one
hurt bad, very bad. It was the kind of pain that shook her entire body, so deep
had the dart gone. Bram frowned at Bronwyn, but she was determined to have it
her way. On her final throw she leaned over the line and gave it everything she
had. Chloe grunted as the dart bounced off one of her ribs and fell to the
floor. Bronwyn had defeated herself.
Bareback was not happy with what had just transpired and said so in no
uncertain terms. Bronwyn only glared as he disqualified her. She turned to Chloe
and gave her the finger, shouting that she would make her pay dearly for this
fiasco before the weekend was over. Neither of the next two contestants proved
especially dangerous except for their last darts which landed in her hip and
belly respectively. Both drew blood and cheers from the group. Then trouble
appeared in the form of the one who said little but seemed to possess some clout
among his peers.
Chloe had developed a certain degree of calmness, having survived the
first five people with minimum damage to her person. However seeing this one
take his stance, she had a terrible feeling that she was about to be in big
trouble. His first throw removed all doubt. All the others had thrown overhand
or pitched the darts in an arc towards her. This one threw sidearm and with
tremendous force. The first dart actually bent one of the metal cells composing
the cage protecting her cunt. The shock of this near miss was tremendous; there
was substantial pain generated just from the concussion of the dart against the
metal. The audience grew hushed and all eyes were focused on the thrower as he
prepared to deliver the second dart.
To Chloe it felt as if her cunt had just burst into flame. The titanium
tipped dart had buried itself into the meat, neatly splitting her pussy lips and
coming to rest in the wall of her birth canal. She shivered and shook as the
pain blasted away at her nerve endings. She could not draw breath, she felt
dizzy and then as if she wanted to throw up. Then Chloe began to vomit, spewing
the mess all over herself and onto the floor. Even those engaged in raping Honey
Connover stopped their activites to take in what was happening. Then the next
dart buried itself deep into one of her cunt lips. Chloe passed out.
They revived the young agent by dousing her with cold water from a fire
hose. She came out of her funk sputtering and choking from the water that
blasted up and down her bare body, cleaning away the vomit as well as rousing
her for more torment. She hardly had time to focus her eyes before the next dart
crashed into her chastity belt, reminding her that he still had more darts to
hurl at her. She could not recall how many darts he had left. While she was
trying to recreate what had happened up to now, the next dart sank into her
belly, a fraction of an inch above the top bar of the chastity belt. "I call
that a legitimate cast; he has one to go." Bram announced. Chloe's heart sank
when she heard those words. Then her nipple seemed to explode as the last dart
buried itself into the center of the black circle that Bram had made just before
the contest began. Chloe screamed herself hoarse as the pain stayed at a level
that she could not comprehend. When Bram yanked the three darts from her body,
Chloe once more retreated into darkness.
It took another session with the fire hose for Chloe to return to the
game. Now she faced another man who she knew nothing about. His first toss bit
into the the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, but was judged to be an honest
try. However when the second dart found her belly, an inch above the top of her
chastity belt, Bram shook his head and smiled. Now down to three darts he got
serious and drilled two straight into her cage, both bouncing out,but leaving a
nasty bruise behind from the way the metal dug into her flesh. She knew from the
look in his eyes that he was going to put the final dart into her bare body. She
thrashed against her bonds to give him less of a target, but he only grinned and
nailed her breast, the very same one that had been struck before. She howled in
agony from the strike and even louder when Bram took the dart out very slowly,
rocking it from side to side as he moved to free it from her tit meat. Now all
that remained was to somehow survive whatever trick Adele was planning to spring
on her.
When Adele stepped to the line, she was joined by two men who had been
occupied with Honey when the contest began. Chloe didn't know what to make of
this arrangement. She looked over to where Bram Bareback stood and she knew she
was in deep trouble. He was grinning broadly and nodding his head as he spoke.
"There is nothing in the rules, as I interpret them, that says only one person
has to shoot at any given time. As long as the other rules are followed, I am
allowing these three people to shoot at the same time. However in order to keep
track of who has done what to whom, the three sets of darts are marked with
different colored dots. Let the contest continue."
Chloe closed her eyes and waited for the first volley of darts to
strike. It was a nightmare. One stuck her chastity belt, another sank into one
of her tits and the third scored a direct hit on her navel. They all hit within
a fraction of a second of each other and the effect on the young agent's nervous
system was awesome. Even as she was reacting to the first fusillade, a second
wave of darts struck her, one penetrating into her cunt meat as the other two
bounced harmlessly off the metal cage. The next two collective casts caused
little actual pain, but the damage to Chloe's mind was considerable. The fifth
salvo was staggered so that each dart struck a second or so after the previous
hit. One managed to pierce the cage and bit into one of her cunt lips. The two
darts now protrudng from her pubic region reduced the target area somewhat, a
small blessing. The last volley consisted of only one dart hurled by Adele. It
found her armpit and the pain was scalding, but at least she had survived.
Unfortunately there still was the challenge associated with enduring the
six free darts aimed at any portion of her anatomy from point blank range. She
could not imagine what it would feel like to be struck by one of those titanium
tipped darts moving an some incredible velocity. Chloe became hysterical when
Bram opened the chastity belt, exposing her genitals to those vicious
projectiles. Bram and the victor had a brief conversation and he made another
announcement that froze her blood.
The winner had chosen to target her cunt for his first three darts and
then he would use his final darts in an attempt to penetrate her anus. To make
it more sporting he would fire his missiles from the standard distance, but in
return her cunt lips would be taped to her thighs to expose her cunt totally to
his darts and her buttocks would also be spread and taped to present a decent
target for his final three casts. Chloe began to seriously question her ability
to mentally survive the torments that they continued to come up with. No matter
what she did, they always seemed to be at least one step ahead of her.
Except for one diehard who was tirelessly fisting Honey's ruined birth
canal, everyone in the room had gathered around Chloe's naked body to witness
the winner of the dart throwing contest collect his prize. Adele had just
finished making sure that the combination of surgical glue and tape would hold
Chloe's labia securely to her inner thighs. It was now possible to actually see
into her fully exposed vaginal duct. Bram glanced up at Chloe and gave her a
sardonic smile before giving the man approval to make his first three casts. His
first throw, delivered with breathtaking speed struck dead center deep within
her fleshy cavity, bringing a bellow of agony from the young agent as the
sensitive tissue was brutally skewered by the dart. There was a burst of
applause and some cheers as the group saluted his skill. The back of the dart
poked from her cunt, shielding part of her sensitve channel from further damage.
He did not seem bothered at all by the position of the first dart. This
was not billiards, there was another equally valuble target remaining, one that
would challenge his skill. Chloe was screaming her head off from the effect of
that first terrible strike. She had no idea that he would select another area
when she was so open and so vulerable to his darts. His second dart actually
pierced her stretched cunt lip and slammed into the soft flesh of her mons.
Chloe's voice cracked as she reacted to this new pain with a shreik that wavered
as the pain surged through her pubic area.
Her assailant stood on his toes and took a long, hard look at her pubes,
before taking his stance. He moved smoothly, almost as if he was skating, and
released the dart wth a whip cracking arm motion. It ripped through the fleshy
hood of Chloe's clit and buried its titanium tip deep inside that super
sensitive nexus of all things sexual in her very being. Chloe's eyes appeared to
be popping from their sockets and her throat muscles strained to release some of
the pent-up agony that was beginning to explode from her torn sex button, but no
sound came forth. Instead the young woman shuddered and passed out. The audience
was stunned at this display of cruelty and skill. There was a silence that
allowed all to hear the squishing sound made by the fist that was working its
way up against Honey Connover's cervix so it could resume punching away against
the wall of tissue guarding her uterus.
Chloe awoke to pain that was constant. The first three darts had done
some terrible damage to her pubic region. It took her a moment to understand
that while she had been out of it, they had turned her body so that she was now
facing away from the man. This was an even worse situation to be in, for now she
could not even begin to prepare herself for the darts as he released them toward
her. It also sank in that her ass cheeks were being held apart; she could feel
the coolness of the air on her anus, his target of opportunity.
She tried to climb out of her skin as the first dart ripped into the
widened cleft between her cheeks, burying itself only a fraction of an inch away
from the entrance to her rectum. She heard the man curse as he realized that he
had barely missed his target. She involuntarily clenched her cheeks, but found
that they were taped too tightly to respond. She was on the verge of becoming
hysterical and everything was beginning to spin. It was getting difficult to
concentrate, all she could think about was what kind of pain she would expeience
if the next dart found its mark. It did and her world collapsed in on her. Later
on she found out that he had deliberately sent his final dart into the tender
region just below the bottom of her butt, but she never felt it.
This time when she recovered consciousness Chloe found herself on the
cold concrete floor totally naked, no chastity belt, no restraints of any kind.
She could not recall the last time she was this free. Then she became aware of
the throbbing from her cunt and asshole; she now remembered the last seconds
before she had gone under, the pain that radiated from the dart that had torn
into her anus. Without thinking she moved her hands to caress her throbbing clit
and nearly fainted from the pain that tentative touch caused. The little nubbin
was swollen to at least twice its normal erect size and impossible to contact. A
jolt of pure fear went through the young agent as she thought the worst, her
clit would never be available for her pleasure again.
"I see that our dart board has decided to once more honor us with her
presence; we are delighted." She immediately recognized the mocking tones of
Bram Bareback and looked up into his smirking countenance. "There is a very
important job that only you can perform, so let's stand up and go over to the
table where your friend and fellow lesbian is waiting to be relieved."
Chloe attempted to rise and discovered that the slightest movement
triggered off terrible pain in so many portions of her body that she felt
disoriented and sick to her stomach. She felt hands grasping her by the arms and
pulling her to her feet. The feeling of nausea was almost overwhelming, and the
pain was blinding. She shut her eyes tightly and made incomprehensible sounds.
Despite this feeble resistance they half carried, half dragged her over to the
table where Honey Connover lay, her lower entryways two wounds, raw and oozing a
mixture of cum, cunt juice, slime, blood and anything else that might have been
loosened or stripped away from the mucous membranes lining those two canals.
"I'm afraid your friend is a little out of it right now, but I'm sure
she'll respond to the touch of your tongue to her cunt and asshole. Do a good
job and we'll be able to get her over to one of the other punishment stations
while you take over on the rape table for her." Chloe had a hard time focusing
on his words since she was in such pain. The young agent just stood there in a
daze, not responding to his words. The vicious slap he delivered to the side of
her face jolted her from her stupor. It was too much to bear; Chloe broke down
into a sobbing, begging shell of her former self, totally whipped, promising to
do anything rather than be strapped to that padded table so her torn and
bleeding holes could be shredded by this group of monsters.
"Do as I say, or so help me I will have you hung by your thumbs, legs
spread wide so the dart game can be continued until you agree to my order. The
end result will be the same, you will replace your dear friend on the table and
endure whatever we can think up to do to you. No matter what happens you will
not be allowed to die, we have other plans for you once we are satisfied that
you truly belong to us body, mind and soul, if there be such a thing. Now get
busy cleaning up that traitor. She and you are a pair worthy of an eternity in
Guantanemo, being interrogated by personnel trained in the art of bringing you
to the brink of death and letting you remain there for as long as it pleases
them." Chloe shuffled towards the table to begin her task.
She had to lean forward to get her tongue into Honey's ravaged cunt. The
first thing that struck her was the horrible stench issuing from her roomie's
oozing hole. She had smelled some odors in her time, especially back home where
dead animals that had been marinating in their own juices as the maggots
converted the flesh into liquid were a common occurance. This odor was sharp,
even bitter, if such a description made sense. Chloe tried to hold her breath
and get busy lapping up the mess that had been produced by countless hours of
raping, fisting and whatever else these fiends had come up with to torment the
blonde.
A variety of tastes came to the fore as she began to suck up the complex
mixture that was festering inside Honey's sex slot. There was the coppery taste
of blood, she wondered how much was Honey's and how many others were responsible
for the remainder. There was that salty taste associated wth bodily fluids, be
they male or female. She remembered Honey once describing the cum she had
swallowed from one of her boyfriends as being like salty mustard. She herself
claimed to her roomie that she could pick out her particular taste from that of
others. She also remembered Honey forcing her to prove that statement by going
down on four cunts while she was blindfolded, and trying to choose which
belonged to Honey. She was correct more times than she was wrong, for they made
her perform for the better part of a day, only allowing her rare opportunities
to refresh her palate with a swish or two of some strong astringent.
Chloe was so busy with cleaning up her friend's damaged cunt that it
took some time before she realized that the pain from her dart wounds had
subsided significantly. It took even longer for her tongue to encounter the
small plastic plug that protruded from Honey's urethra. Chloe was stunned when
she put two and two together and concluded that all during this terrible period
of rape her friend had been unable to relieve herself. These people were indeed
the monsters that she thought they were. How could they do such a thing on top
of everything else poor Honey was enduring? When she thought of what she might
undergo soon, she lost control and raised her head from between the blonde's
thighs and burst into tears.
The first lash cut across the middle of her flat ass, creating a vicious
welt. Two more swiftly followed, making her cry out from the pain. " Get back to
swamping out that pig's cunt, or I'll take the skin off your skinny ass!" Chloe
recognized Adele's voice; she was monitoring this activity and was not happy
with Chloe's performance. Like a cowed animal Chloe hunkered down and resumed
sucking the foul contents from the blonde's sodden slit. After a seeming
eternity, Adele pronounced herself satified with the job Chloe had done, but she
was not finished by any stretch of the imagination.
Chloe stood beside the table and watched Adele insert a narrow hose into
Honey's fucked out maw, and then attach it to a small pump which soon began
transferring the inaccessible portion of the mess that had been created inside
the blonde's fuck tunnel into a glass tube. When all of it had been collected,
Adele presented it to Chloe and ordered her to drink every bit of it. Chloe
complied as if she was in a trance. She chugged the horrid mixture down without
any sign of emotion. " Now you're learning; there may yet be hope for you. Now
get busy and start sucking all that nasty gunk from your lesbian friend's
asshole, and be quick about it. We have much planned for the two of you, and if
you cause any delay you will wish one of those darts had struck you in the
heart."
(To be continued)
