Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 9
Chloe sucked and licked, working her tongue further and further into
Honey's ruined asshole. The odors that she smelled were similar but not
identical to what she had encountered as she worked inside her friend's cunt.
There was a new taste that she picked up quickly; she tried not to think about
this for fear that she might become sick to her stomach. Every so often she
would be reminded of Adele's presence as the strap or whip she was using cut
into her ass. Soon Chloe's tongue could go no further into that torn up tunnel
that she used to lovingly stretch with her favorite strap-on as her blonde
roomie urged her to go deeper and do her harder. How could they have come to be
in this concrete hell at the mercy of a group of sadists who reveled in their
pain and utter humiliation? Again her musings were interrupted by yet another
vicious blow from her captor.
Bram Bareback walked over to where Chloe stood, bent at the waist, her
bottom bearing the fresh welts that crisscrossed the pale flesh. "Hurry her up,
the contestants are getting restless. I don't know how long they can remain
patient. Perhaps we may have to put agent Starkers back on the firing line if
she doesn't finish up in short order." Chloe's flood froze at the mention of
"the firing line". She would not be able to survive another round with that
monster who had hurt her so badly.
The agent heard Adele making a suggestion that indicated there was more
to this little exercise in degradation than she had anticipated. "I suppose she
can take care of emptying her little friend's bladder for her while I suck out
the rest of the gunk from that whore's asshole."
She remembered the plastic bung she had encountered while she was
swamping out her cunt. How foolish of her not to realize that everything that
they did to either her or Honey was designed to further abuse and degrade them.
It was a truncated version of brainwashing, and it seemed to be working as far
as Chloe was concerned. How else could she rationally explain her ability to
tongue out that combination of semen, blood, mucous and shit that filled Honey's
asshole without throwing up?
"Don't spill a drop or you'll be back on the firing line for at least a
couple of rounds." Adele's threat was not necessary. The agent knew that any
type of disobedience would result in even worse pain and humiliation than what
she was experiencing. She waited as Adele used a small forecep to remove the
plug that prevented Honey from urinating. Chloe quickly locked her mouth to her
roomie's piss hole and began swallowing the powerful stream of bodily wastes
that had been filtered out by her kidneys.
It had a strong and very acrid taste, but compared to what Chloe had
been dealing with this was minor. Midway through this little exercise in
degradation it dawned on Chloe that she had taken another step down into the
depths. Here she was drinking piss from her lover's bladder and almost enjoying
it because of what she had been doing previously. On an absolute scale what she
was doing would have sickened at least ninety-nine out of a hundred, or was it
nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand people? Did it really matter?
Chloe dissolved into tears, but continued to gulp down Honey's piss.
By the time Honey's distended bladder had been drained Adele was ready
with a small flask of a cloudy mixture that she had suctioned out from the
depths of Honey's asshole. "Now drink up and be quick about it, you have
customers waiting impatiently to fuck you to a frazzle, and your friend has some
angry dart throwers that are not going to cut her any slack by the time she's
strung up and ready to go." Without thinking about what she was doing, Chloe
gulped down the viscous offering. Once again she was reminded about how far down
the chain of humanity she had fallen when she found herself thinking that it
would have been better if she could have drained Honey's bladder after drinking
this mess. At least while she was being gang raped she wouldn't have this
particular taste in her mouth, a constant reminder of this latest form of
humiliation that she had been subjected to.
Adele and Bronwyn had just finished strapping Chloe down to the modified
gyno examination table. Her legs were spread wide, feet locked into the stirrups
that came out like a pair of wings. The table had been cranked into a position
that elevated her pelvis and made it easy to access either her cunt or asshole.
It was then that Bram made another appearance, making Chloe's heart sink. She
knew this meant something even worse than her impending gang rape was about to
occur.
Bareback was all smiles, another very bad sign. "Look what I have for
you agent Starkers." he said with a malicious smile. He held up a set of folding
mirrors locked into a metal frame. He inserted this device into a portable
stanchion that overhung the table to which she was strapped. He made some
adjustments to the mirrors and Chloe was now able to view another area of this
large room. It was currently empty. "This way when you get bored with being
bored, if you'll pardon the play on words, you can watch the progress of the
little dart game that will be featuring your blonde lesbian friend." Chloe felt
as if she had been stabbed in the heart. Was there no limit to his cruelty?
Before she could recover from this terrible shock he sprang another ugly
surprise. "I just know that Honey will be delighted to see you and to know that
you've been the one to not only clean her out and drain her bladder, but you'll
be her replacement on the rape table. I'm sure she'll be so very grateful."
Without further words he tore the leather hood from Honey Connover's head.
The beautiful blonde blinked her eyes as she tried to adjust to the
bright lights. She shook her head slowly from side to side and then up and down
as if to relieve the tension in her neck. "Oh my god! Oh my god! It's you, I'm
so sorry, I'm so very sorry.. They made me tell, they made me do it...I'm so
sorry" Chloe had no idea what her roomie was talking about. She shut her eyes
and wished that she could do the same with her ears. What was coming from
Honey's mouth made no sense at all. She heard Bram chuckling and telling Honey
to come along as her presence was required before the game could start.
For nearly four hours Chloe was raped almost nonstop. Each member of the
group took at least one turn on her helpless body, mercilessly skewering one or
both of her holes. By far the worse damage done to the young agent was from the
trio of women. Unlike the men, their rubber and plastic replicas of some of the
largest cocks in porn never got soft. They were only limited by their stamina,
and unfortunately for Chloe, Bronwyn and Char were in top physical condition and
the blonde woman from HR used her impressive knowlege of a woman's internal sex
organs to do major damage with minimal exertion.
On her first turn, Bronwyn spent nearly twenty-five minutes between
Chloe's thighs jamming her monster-sized piece of hard rubber deep inside the
helpless female and gradually stretching the walls of her battered cunt until
she was almost too loose to be used by the men. Char let a group of men have a
turn on the helpless agent before she stepped up and rammed Big Bertha home with
a grunt and a promise that she would tear her cunt apart before she was done
with her this night. However when Barbara, the blonde from HR, corkscrewed her
custom designed pussy punisher with the folded serated wings into Chloe and
pressed the button at the base to release them, Chloe thought she was going to
die in the next few minutes.
That area of her fuck tunnel was now distended by the wings which were
slowly digging into its mucous lining. Barbara gave Chloe an evil grin and
flexed her hips slightly. To Chloe it felt as if someone was ripping her cunt to
pieces. The agent panicked and in her effort to rid herself of this terrible
pain, she only added to the agony she was experiencing. Her screams were
deafening, so loud and terrible in tone that even the dart players paused to see
what was going on. All they saw was the grinning blonde with her hands on
Chloe's hips, smiling down on the agent as Chloe thrashed around in agony.
Three times Barbara ripped away portions of Chloe's fuck tunnel and by
the time she pulled the blood covered dildo from Chloe's cunt the agent was
unconscious. The physician who was on duty to make sure that the two women
survived this torture marathon attended to her wounds and cautioned Barbara
about overdoing things. Bram Bareback was a little more forceful, threatening to
have her take Chloe's place on the rape table if she damaged her to the point
that she could no longer be used by the group.
Even as Chloe was being tortured to beyond her limits by the trio of
women, the men were not standing by idly. While this initial agonizing assault
was going on, a number of the men clambered onto the table and fucked her throat
raw. They seemed to be having a contest to see who could force the most cock
down her throat, a process that left her devoid of any way to draw breath. More
than once during this first few hours of torment Chloe passed out with her
throat blocked with a hard length of cock. It got to the point that someone was
assigned to make sure that the agent didn't choke to death from this brutal
treatment.
In parallel Honey Connover was suffering horribly at the hands of others
who were now being given the chance to ruin her breasts and ass with those
fiendishly constructed darts. Initially the blonde was hung by her big firm
tits, noosed with heavy rope that quickly cut off all blood circulation to them.
Within a few minutes those rounded mounds of firm titmeat had swelled and begun
to turn colors until she appeared to have two blue-black bowling balls growing
from her chest. To make sure that only her tits were in play, the rest of her
body was protected by layers of the same type of material used to provide
protection against bullets and the like. Since Bram wanted everyone to be able
to hear Honey's screams as she was riddled with darts, a piece of plywood was
used to prevent any dart from striking her face or neck.
Unless she was being throat fucked, Chloe had no choice but to watch her
lover suffer the torments of the damned as dart after dart buried itself in what
was once a set of marvelous breasts. The rules of the game had been changed
since Chloe had served as the target. Now the women were throwing from much
closer than the men and everyone had six darts to throw every time they toed the
line, since there were no penalties for missing those bloated targets. Bram also
changed the requirement about how many darts could be embedded in Honey's
breasts before they had to be removed. At one time the beautiful blonde had six
darts buried in each black bag of swollen flesh, red rivulets dripping and
trickling down from her bleeding breasts to make the circuitous path to her feet
and finally add to the puddle growing beneath her trembling body.
The volume of Honey's screams and shrieks was a good indicater of how
deep and where in her breast the dart had landed. When one lucky cast sent a
dart dead center into one of her nipples her voice cracked from the screams she
produced. Once again when the sidearmer took his turn, Honey tried to come out
of her skin as he drilled three darts into each of her areola. They went so deep
that Bram had to exert himself to remove them when her breast had been filled to
their limit.
Once the doctor had certified Chloe as being able to be raped once
again, the men arranged things so that four or five of them in a row could take
turns raping her tired, tattered asshole until it bled. They seemed to get a
kick out of pulling their cocks from her asshole and displaying the bloody mess
coating their dicks. Usually the men would then climb onto the table and force
Chloe to suck and lick off the blood and other matter that coated their spent
cocks. Some men preferred to don heavy walled condoms that in turn were coated
with harsh chemicals designed to dry up and irritate the lining of her rectal
passage while they were sodomizing her. Chloe's screams began to match those
coming from Honey.
After a time only the true aficionados and aficionadas devoted to the
complete destruction of Chloe's sex organs, both internal as well as external,
remained in the vicinity of the table. Bronwyn and her friend, Char, now
concentrated on seeing how much damage they could do to Chloe's asshole with
their strap-ons. Barbara had wandered off to have a turn on Honey's ass which
was now the designated target for the next round of darts.
The amount of blood Chloe was loosing from having her tender mucous
lining torn to shreds soon became cause for concern even on the part of Bram
Bareback who decreed that the bleeding should be minimized before she could be
sodomized further. The docotr tookcare of his concern by inserting a modified
cattle prod, now used as an instrument of interrogation, deep into her bleeding
asshole and using the electricity to effectively cauterize the bleeding areas.
This was done repeatedly as the efforts of the women and even some of the men to
utterly ruin her colon continued. Their objective was summed up in the statement
made by Bronwyn that she wanted to make sure that Chloe would never be able to
control her bowels once they finished with her this weekend.
Chloe's cunt received plenty of attention as well. It became the private
preserve of the men. Now instead of her well stretched cunt taking strap-ons, it
was male fists that had taken over as the punishment of choice. Chloe screamed
continuously as her once tight channel was deformed by one fist after another,
each one making the trek toward her cervix and battering that last gate to her
uterus. After this type of treatment Chloe would never have to ever worry about
becoming pregnant again. This no doubt disappointed Bareback who thoroughly
enjoyed having Chloe constantly fearing that he or one of his cohorts would get
her in the family way.
Things came to a head when one agent, one she had seen on occasion in
her area, pulled his fist from her gaping cunt mouth to discover that it was
covered in blood. He immediately had the young woman clean it off with her
tongue, but Bareback spotted what was going on and decreed no more fisting until
her fuck tunnel was cauterized. The doctor, who was busy getting a blowjob from
Barbara, showed the men how to use the "magic wand" as he called this tool of
the devil. They then proceeded to take turns frying Chloe's insides until she
could no longer be revived. The agent had lapsed into shock from the lengthy
ultra brutal treatment she had received.
Bram Bareback was a wee bit annoyed at the fact that Chloe was too
distractd by what was occurring to her insides to pay any degree of attention to
what was happening to her lover. At one point Honey's ass was holding nearly
thirty darts. The "ringer", as people began to call the man with the sidearm
throwing technique, even managed a perfect bull's eye, a dart driven into her
rosebud which was still gaping from her session on the rape table. Honey had set
a new record for frequency and loudness of her screams when that missile struck
home. Bram joked that perhaps only dogs heard the final part of her keening as
her body shuddered from the terrible pain that had been inflicted. He finally
declared the dart tournament to be over and announced that the winner, who else
but the "ringer", would get the opportunity to throw six darts into Honey's
fucked out cunt, once she regained consciousness and was judged to be able to
continue by the physician.
Both women were given a chance to recuperate from the horrible torments
that had been visited upon the pair. Bareback was doing what any good manager
would, he was conserving resources. The two agents could still provide a great
deal of entertainment to the group if allowed to rest for a few hours. Naturally
Bram's version of rest was quite a bit different from the textbook definition.
He held a meeting with the doctor and discussed using various drugs to enhance
their ability to survive the rest of the weekend. It took some negotiating on
his part, but he finally obtained a grudging agreement from the medical man to
use three different drugs on the women, with the doctor in attendance of course.
He could hardly wait to see how his two spies-to-be would react to this
treatment.
Although neither was capable of undergoing any additional physical
torture until perhaps the next day, there still was the mental aspect of things
to consider. Bram knew that in the case of Chloe it was the mental part that
ultimately broke her will. He did have to admit that both he and his assistant,
Adele Rankine, derived just as much pleasure from the "hands on" portion of her
treatment.
As a matter of fact he was looking forward to some quality time with
both young women, especially once they had been modified physically to make them
more appealing to members of both sexes. He was already beginning to lick his
chops at the thought of Chloe Starkers as a redhead with a set of tits and an
ass that would be the envy of any porn star. As for Honey Connover, he'd be
happy to nail her as is. The thought of an enhanced version of this blonde sex
bomb was something that he could not quite visualize at this time.
After a short consultation with the doctor, Bram got permission to
install isolation helmets on both agents. He did however neglect to inform the
good doctor of his plan to inject them with massive doses of sex stimulants and
a derivative of meth to make their stay in the helmets a once in a lifetime
experience. He was sure he could get away with this oversight on his part since
he knew the physician had other thoughts on his mind, namely he was in a hurry
to leave since Barbara was promising him more than just a blowjob when they got
to his room.
Once the room was cleared, he and Adele strung up the two unconscious
agents by their wrists and began wiring them into a single electrically
controlled unit. Probes were inserted into the women's cunts and assholes and
connected to the console that would control what would be transmitted to these
regions. Other delivery systems were attached to their erogenous zones such as
armpits, the hollows behind their knees, their battered and bruised tits, and of
course their clits.
Installing helmets completed the setup. These were designed to prevent
them from any visual or aural contact with the outside world. Instead once they
were revived by other drugs, they would be bombarded by random flashes from
strobe lights that were built into the helmet as well as a variety of sounds
ranging from the roars of wild animals to the shreiks and screams that they had
produced during the first part of their torture sessions. In addition they would
be receiving subliminal messages aimed at tearing down the last vestiges of
their self-worth. This was just a taste of what they would endure later on
during their transformation period.
Bram checked the console to make sure that everything was working as
designed. Satisfied with the results, he set the program that would control
everything that happened to the two agents for the next eight hours. He nodded
to Ms Rankine who stood between the two helmeted agents. She smiled and produced
a hypodermic needle which she used to inject both women with a powerful
stimulant that would jolt them back from where their minds had retreated to save
what remained of their sanity.
Bareback smiled as he received a signal indicating that their higher
level brain functions had resumed. "I don't know about you, but all this sex and
violence has made me horny. Are you game for a little tumble before we go to
sleep?" he asked. Adele Rankine smiled and replied, "I never thought you'd get
around to asking. Promise that you'll tear me up good, I've been a very bad
little girl today."
(To be continued)
