Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 10
The following morning Bram and Adele returned to the large gray concrete
room to see how their two captives had fared while they were gone. Beneath each
woman was a puddle of cunt juice, convincing evidence that the program that Bram
had set into motion had worked quite well. Both showed the same physical signs,
swollen cunt lips, an enlarged, crimson colored clitoris, erect nipples that
were hard as stone and a never-ending discharge of cunt cream that over the
night had formed the puddles beneath each woman's dangling feet. Even as they
watched Honey shuddered through another massive orgasm, her skin pebbling and
ripples of muscular contractions dancing over her flesh.
He examined the data that had been collected in the past eight hours. It
provided a complete picture of how they had responded to the electrical
stimulation of their erogenous zones. Depending on how this procedure was
applied it could be used as a method of either controlling or disciplining the
subject, be it male or female. For his own reasons Bareback was very interested
in the ability of this procedure to trigger sympathetic orgasms if more than one
subject was tied into the program. This data was also of great interest to the
agency's scientists who had developed this technique.
Neither agent had been exposed to the process for enough time to create
any permanent behavioral modifications. Bram knew that some "volunteers" had
undergone as much as two hundred hours of treatment before new personality
imprints began to develop. He also knew that if these two were found wanting
when it came to their next assignment, they would probably become laboratory
subjects and he'd never hear of them again. Adele could not resist tormenting
Chloe; the young agent held some kind of an attraction for her and so she
captured Chloe's fat clitoris between thumb and forefinger and began squeezing.
The agent bucked through a series of orgasms as Adele teased her hot button
unmercifully.
Bram had been reading the file summary and he smiled as he saw the many
jagged upticks in both agents' blood pressure, respiration, heartbeat and skin
potential, the mark of an orgasm. He was not skilled enough to determine the
magnitude of these responses, but from the looks of the women's sweat covered
bodies and the more obvious signs of constant sexual arousal, he was sure that
they had been squeezing off dozens of orgasms during their stay with the
machine. The data would make some pleasant reading when he had a chance to sit
down and go through it. He was especially interested in comparing Chloe's
responses against those of the much more attractive Honey Connover. He laughed
to himself as he remembered the ad that asked the question,"Do blondes have more
fun?"
The other members of the group as well as some new arrivals began to
wander into the room. They clustered around the two agents checking out their
naked bodies and the signs of sexual arousal that were so blatantly displayed.
"I thought we fucked all that licentiousness out of these two lesbian whores
yesterday; looks like they need another turn on the rape table." one of them
remarked, bringing a laugh from the group. "Right, and this time I have no
intentions of being a gentleman when I hammer these whores' holes", said
another. This in turn sparked some suggestions about how to properly stuff the
agents' cunts and assholes. "How about we hammer some stakes into their holes
once we're done fucking them bowlegged. That should keep them well filled, don't
you think?..... No, what we should do is stuff a balloon into each hole and hook
it up to the high pressure air until these two float up to the ceiling or
burst..... No, then we can't have any more fun with them if they blow up, that
is unless you're into cannibalism." The last remark brought a roar from the
group.
A smiling Bram Bareback introduced a few of the new arrivals, among them
a gentleman who was on the staff of the FBI Director, but for reasons known only
to himself was introduced simply as Special Agent Victor Vlad. He was a very
tall man, quite thin, with piercing green eyes that gazed from a face that was
beginning to show the first signs of wrinkles. Despite this, he still retained a
thick head of gray hair. According to what Bram had been told, he was here for
the expressed purpose of witnessing the effects of the "quick healing" drug that
was to given to the two women once they had been pushed to death's door today.
Bram had heard rumors about Special Agent Victor Vlad that made him a
bit uncomfortable to be in his presence. He had recently transferred from
another agency, one so secret that only a few people at the highest level in
government were even knowledgable about its existence and function. Bram did not
know much more than that, but he was intelligent enough to realize that this
man's visit was for some other purpose that he just might be sharing with Bram
Bareback.
After his introductions, Bram outlined what he had planned for the
remainder of the day. He had not told the group any more than it needed to know;
that they were here to punish a pair of traitors to the organization. They would
remain in the dark about the true purpose of this rape and torture session, and
why certain people such as Victor Vlad had chosen to attend this torture fest.
He began by challenging the group to do more than they had accomplished
yesterday. He pointed to the two naked agents with pussy sauce still drooling
from their swollen cunts and asked pointedly if that was the best they could do
when it came to controlling their sexual urges for each other.
He held up a data tape and said, "According to this readout, agent
Connover experienced forty-seven orgasms since she was wired to this machine.
She accomplished this feat despite the fact that, in parallel, her senses were
being bombarded with enough random input to cause her to go into a catatonic
state. Think about that for a moment, what does it tell you?..From the looks on
your faces you appear to be stumped. Well, the answer is that for all your
bragging about your sexual prowess and the tools you used on this woman, she
still was far from satisfied at the deepest level. In short, you all failed
miserably!" There was dead silence in the room as his barbed comment sank into
those who had participated in the session yesterday.
Bareback continued his harangue by describing what the data from agent
Starkers had produced. "This one, who on her best day, looks like a small boy
and is as queer as a three dollar bill managed to squeeze off sixty-four big Os,
that's orgasms for those of you who have never had the pleasure." As he spoke
these words Bareback stared straight into the eys of the two guards who, from
their body language, looked decidedly uncomfortable. Bram knew from the tapes
that had been made last night, that those two had spent most of their time
taking turns on top as they stayed locked in a sixty-nine position that lasted
for hours. He took a deep breath and prepared to drop the bombshell on them.
"What's really got me going is the fact that these two lesbian traitors
also managed to simultaneously orgasm at least ten times, and that's just a
preliminary estimate; it might be double that. So it looks like all your
efforts, such as they were, had no impact on the behavior of these two traitors
to the country and our own organization. Well, let me tell you something my
friends, there will be no dart playing today. Today I want to see only two
lines, one for those doing their best to ruin the insides of these two lesbian
traitors, the other taking care of whichever one is available for a little
slicing and dicing. We'll keep going this way until the good doctor announces
that they are on the verge of death. Then we'll see how these two respond to a
new and powerful weapon in the war against terrorism. I hope by the time we take
our leave tomorrow, we all will be proud of what he have accomplished here and
be satisfied that we've collectively made a major contribution to ridding the
world of our nation's enemies."
Bram laughed to himself as he finished speaking. He had watched the
reaction of the medical man and his blonde lady friend who he had fucked to a
frazzle last night. They too looked a bit shaken, perhaps worrying about whether
their little tryst had created a situation that might lead to a note in their
files, the kind of black mark that would effectively keep them at their current
positions until they were forced to retire.
Honey was unplugged and then taken down so they could put her back on
the rape table. She offered no resistance, acting as if she was in some kind of
trance, probably the result of the relentless assault on her mental faculties
that had occurred during the long night and morning she had been in the helmet.
It was an angry Char who stepped up to take her initial turn on the blonde's
asshole, which had tightened up considerably since yesterday. Meanwhile her
companion, Bronwyn, carefully climbed up onto the table and positioned herself
so she could begin ramming her strap-on down Honey's throat.
Adele was supervising the rape table activities and she whispered to
Char "I want to see blood, lots of blood streaming out of that whore's hole and
covering your little toy as well." She grimaced and looked up to where Bronwym
was forcing her strap-on into Honey's slack mouth. "I'll be looking to make sure
she's good and blue before you're done with her; she just better not be dead, or
you will replace her on the table." The guard blanched at hearing the brunette's
threat, for she knew how well connected to Bram Bareback she was.
Meanwhile Bareback was introducing the rest of the group to the
techniques to be used in torturing the two agents, starting with agent Starkers.
Like her compatriot, Chloe was in some kind of unnatural mental state that was
the result of her long stay in the helmet, probably compounded by the never
ending sexual stimulation she had been given. Bram had just finished supervising
the men who had secured the agent to the vertical frame by her wrists and
ankles. He had then made the adjustments to the frame that had turned the agent
into a straining column of stretched flesh.
Sitting beside the frame, in a location that allowed her to see its
contents, was a long table holding an array of scalpels, honed to razor sharp
perfection and now ready to be used on the agent's body. He picked up a medium
sized instrument and admired its keen edge as he spoke to his audience. "This
little beauty can split a human hair as easily as we can draw breath. It is not
my intention to split hairs however; rather I am going to split the skin of this
traitor in such a way that later it can be easily separated from the flesh it
protects, thus exposing that oh so very tender region with its bundles of nerve
endings and the like to an environment it had never been designed to encounter."
He leaned over and surveyed Chloe's body, pointing the scalpel first in
one direction and then another as the agent's eyes followed the shiny metal tool
as if hypnotized. "I think here will be a nice place to start" he said to no one
in particular. His hand guided the keen blade to her armpit. Almost gently he
stroked the blade across her pebbled flesh, leaving behind a thin line of
crimson. Chloe's scream was deafening as her skin parted. He turned to the group
and held his hands wide. "Please notice that the cut I made was only a few
inches in length. This is the standard to which I expect all to hold. Also
notice that it barely drew blood, this too is another standard for you to strive
to attain. We have the entire day and there are two canvases upon which we shall
paint; so be patient and in time you will be richly rewarded. Since our canvas
has two sides available I expect to see both being given equal attention.
Remember there is plenty of skin available and there will be many opportunities
for each of you to make her scream and beg."
The moment Bram concluded his charge to those surrounding Chloe, two of
the men quickly made their selections and approached the agent, who by now was
shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. One made a deep cut from her nipple outward
in a jagged line. It was obvious he had never handled a tool such as the one in
his hand. It would take time for him to master this tool; time that would seem
like an eternity to the agent. The other spread Chloe's cheeks apart and ran his
blade across her swollen rosebud bringing a shreik of agony from her. Bram
arched his eyebrows, nodded his head in appreciation and gave the man a salute.
However it was special agent Vlad who demonstrated a level of skill that
separated him quickly from all those striving to cause the agent the greatest
amount of pain. He pulled her upper lip back to reveal her teeth and gums. Many
people gasped as they watched his scalpel run across her gums, just above her
front teeth. Chloe lost control of her bladder and sprayed piss all over herself
as her body shivered from the awesome pain she was absorbing. Bram Bareback
spoke to the group as they stared in amazement at what had just transpired. "We
are in the presence of a true master, an artist with the blade. I bow to his
superior talent and urge you all to observe and learn from him. This is a once
in a lifetime opportunity you are going to have this day."
It quickly became apparent that the focus of the group was on whoever
was stretched out upon the vertical frame. Chloe lasted two hours on her first
shift. To her it was a blessing to be allowed to take her place on the rape
table. Her body bore the marks of hundreds upon hundreds of mostly small cuts
that barely bled after they were created. Naturally her small, pancake shaped
breasts had received plenty of attention. There were dozens of cuts radiating
from each nipple which was considered to be off limits, as one over-eager
gentleman discovered.
The one man she feared and there was good reason for that fear, was
Special Agent Vlad with his piercing green eyes and passive face. Her gums were
considered to be his private preserve and he had taken full advantage of it. His
touch was incredible, just a sting to begin with, and then a tingling feeling
that slowly grew to become a terrible ache as he continued to slit her gums down
to the teeth themselves. The initial horizontal cuts soon became a series of
vertical ones, neatly separating each tooth for whatever purpose he next
planned. To Chloe his power was mental, not physical. She found herself
gibbering mindlessly whenever he approached with his little scalpel. The
anticipation was almost as bad as the pain he created, sometimes it was worse if
his previous foray had made her wish for death.
After a time he had begun a new project, now concentrating on her groin,
especially the juncture of her pubis and thighs. Once again no one dared intrude
on the area he had staked out. He was the alpha male of this wolf pack and all
acknowledged it. He made a series of two inch cuts that overlapped as he traced
the path around the bottom of her pubes. This particular set of cuts did not
cause the same level of pain as his previous efforts, but the stress on her
psyche was still the same, constant and very strong.
It wasn't until she was spread wide on the rape table that this second
front, as she thought of it, became a major source of agony, sort of an adjunct
to the raping she endured. Chloe realized at that point that she was doomed.
This old man made Bram Bareback look like an amateur when it came to delivering
pain. It hit her then that he too had a master and so on and so on. To these
people she was nothing, an insect, an annoyance, or a tool to be used and then
thrown away.
It was the damage that had been done to her external sex organs by the
myraid cuts and even slashes that made her stay on the rape table even more
unbearable than it had been in the past. The Ringer was the first to pay his
respects. He stepped up between her spread thighs and punched her vulva,
flattening her cunt lips and making her gag. Then he jammed his fist into her
with one hard thrust, splitting her cunt lips and opening all the cuts that had
been made around the mouth of her pussy.
She would have screamed except a second man had hopped up on the table
and jammed his cock down her throat, cutting off her air and making the cuts
inside her mouth open in some cases. While he sawed away inside her throat
rubbing it raw and bringing her closer and closer to asphixiation, the Ringer
slowly moved his closed fist up her fuck channel, making sure he stretched the
tender tube from side to side as he went. Then there was a blinding pain as he
used his other hand to pound down on her gut, hitting her in the same area as
his fist occupied. It was a brutal sensation and if she wasn't choked by the
cock that was throttling her, Chloe would have thrown up.
Chloe passed out shortly thereafter as the result of the brutal beating
her midsection was receiving and the total plugging of her airway. She awoke to
more pain, someone had begun to ass fuck her. The numerous cuts that had been
made in the region of her sphincter muscle as well as across her anus were
reopened as the hard dick plowed through on its way to her colon. Then she saw
the blonde from HR coming towards her with an evil grin on her face. A huge
strap-on bounced from her groin with every step she took."Once he's done
loosening up that shithole, I'm going to turn your shitter inside out with this
little toy.", she said putting her hand around its bulbous head. She was true to
her word and again Chloe went back into darkness.
She was roused with a set of vicious slaps so someone else could gag her
with his cock and spit in her face as she writhed in agony. Chloe lost all track
of time; she occasionally heard a scream from Honey who was surrounded by four
and sometimes five people, all cutting into her once flawless skin with the
wicked implements that had already been employed on Chloe. The folding mirrors
were still operating and Chloe could clearly see what was going on whenever she
wasn't being choked fucked by a cock or dildo. She vividly remembered watching
special agent Vlad slowly cut Honey's throat from ear to ear, just opening her
skin sufficiently for a thin line of blood to form. It made a horrible sight
that would stay with the young agent for many years.
To complete her stay on the table, Bronwyn and Char managed to get her
body into a position that allowed them to simultaneously rape her cunt and
asshole, both of which were already bleeding. While Char tried to scrape the
lining from Chloe's cunt with her Big Bertha dildo, Bronwyn pumped her monster
strap-on into Chloe's asshole a few inches at a time until the agent's ravaged
rear entrance was swallowing all but an inch and Bronwyn's belly slapped against
Chloe's bleeding ass cheeks on every stroke. It was the doctor who finally had
to step in and tell them to back off. Chloe had to be dragged over to the frame
since she was too weak to even stand, let alone walk. She locked eyes with the
green-eyed fiend who gave her a hideous grimace and held up his scalpel in
welcome. Chloe knew at that point that death was her best option, and yet she
knew they would find a way to deprive her of that as well.
(To be continued)
