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Chloe - Dominated and Degraded (lex ludite)
Chapter 18
There was no doubt that there would be hell to pay over this fiasco. Adam could just see his pension going up in smoke as he was accused, tried and convicted for unauthorized use of government equipment and facilities. There was no one else to put the blame on, he was the one who had brought this matter to the station chief's attention and then agreed to keep it a secret from any of the other agents at the post. In the game of tag, he was it!
The senior agent would be due in less than an hour and there was nothing he could do but wait and hope for a miracle. In the cold room a miracle was stirring, recovering from the trauma associated with a near death experience. Magda/Chloe was having a very difficult time deciding who was who. The attempt to deactivate her had created havoc with the recent reprogramming. Some portions of the code were intact, others totally gone. The Chloe side of the house had no idea how she got here and yet could not believe that at long last she finally had a pair of real tits that made her look like a woman instead of a young boy who needed a haircut.
Magda Neta on the other hand was wondering what happened to all those vicious dogs that had recently gang fucked her. She was also having a difficult time coming to grips with the fact that now she thought in a combination of Albanian and English. She recalled being placed in this room and having her mind scrambled by that strange headpiece that tried to blind and deafen her. There was something about an airplane ride fighting with the memory of some guy asking her if she would give him a blowjob for five dollars.
The double agent, now one for sure in a literal sense, was cold and she shivered as she rocked and hugged herself to create some body heat. If the truth be known, the Chloe side of the agent had only taken some peripheral damage, unlike her alter ego who had sustained major hits to her psyche and personality, not to mention short and long term memory. As she patiently waited for someone to appear and free her from this chilly room her memory began to assert itself.
There were brief glimpses of her roommate, Honey Connover, who unbeknownst to her had not survived the deactivation process. Then she was in her teens immediately after being initiated into womanhood, mountain style, by a band of boys who took her by force and swore her to secrecy under the threat of claiming that she had seduced them into having sex with her. She had been so lonely and so helpless at that point. She remembered swearing that nothing like that would ever occur to her again. That was when the first flashback to her nightmare as a sex slave to her boss at the Bureau came over her. Chloe/Magda began to sob and that is the way they found her when Adam and his station chief entered the room.
Bill Janson hit the ceiling for a few brief moments before realizing that someone or thing had just fallen into his hands that had the potential to get him the hell out of this god foresaken place and back where he could eat a hamburger and watch the Orioles game live rather than tape delayed by days or even weeks. As for Adam Adams, he was saved from a fate worse than death, and might wind up with a commendation going into his files. The station chief turned into a whirling dervish of sorts, issuing instructions, orders and suggestions in rapid fire sequence. Adams took notes, yet kept looking over at the woman. Physically she was the same, but her body language was vastly different. Rarely did he ever use the word, but "spooky" was the only way he could describe her. He was therefore less than thrilled when the chief ordered him to personally accompany her to the safe house located a few miles from the station, and remain there with her until he received further orders directly from Janson.
Coded messages started to go back and forth between the station and Brussels. This in turn soon escalated to top secret coded messages going back and forth from Brussels to Langley. Then at long last Bill Janson got what he was hoping and praying for, a trip to the US of A as the escort of his mysterious guest. It was poetic justice that he used Magda Neta's perfectly forged passport to transport her to the US. The flight was uneventful, but for the station chief it was uncomfortable as his charge changed personalities every hour or so, speaking sometimes in English, other times in flawless Albanian including some interesting curse words he had not picked up to date on his assignment. It would be nice to say that Bill Janson spent his last few years in service stationed on US soil, but such was not to be. He did however receive a commendation that went into his official file. Adam Adams was sworn to secrecy for his part in this affair and sent to a station located in Uganda, not exactly a choice assignment.
The session involving the threesome in Bareback's office moved to his home. Once properly restrained with his custom-made handcuffs, the ones that had the special ratchets powerful enough to scrape bone, Mavis Watson proved to be a pain sponge as well as a total nymphomaniac. Bram licked his lips as he buried his boner deep inside her dilated asshole, the product of Adele's strap-on that had worn away any resistance from her sphincter muscle, leaving Mavis open to whatever might be introduced next. Enjoyable as that was, it soon was topped by what took place in his master bath. They had given the agent a three quart enema consisting of crushed ice in chilled water, laundry detergent, the kind loaded with chemicals to make the sheets smell fresh as well as clean, and a quart of cheap but potent sweet wine. This combination made her start cramping big time first, before the wine kicked in and made her drunk and very amenable to suggestion.
To bring her under control Adele had jammed a tight fitting rubber bung into her distended anal pathway, before making her get into the tub and lie face up. Then she and Bram took turns emptying their bladders into her open mouth. Watson's belly was nicely rounded from all the urine she consumed as well as the effects of the three quart enema now reacting with her roiling intestines. At her supervisor's suggestion, Adele oiled up her hand and worked it into Mavis as the agent began to moan in pain. Bram amused himself by pressing his hand against her bulging belly and bladder, laughing at her pitiful begging and watching the progress his secretary's fist was making as it moved purposefully towards the coffee-colored victim's uterus.
Bareback decided that there was a much better use for his agent's mouth than to mewl and complain about the terrible agony she was experiencing. In truth this gorgeous pain sponge had reached her limit, but neither the fist now approaching her uterus or the strange sensations she began to feel in her lower intestines abated for even a moment. Now she had to deal with her supervisor's asshole as it descended onto her mouth, cutting off that line of commmunication as well.
She started tongue fucking Bareback's asshole bringing a satisfied groan from him. However her efforts slowed and it was Adele Rankine who finally realized that something was radically wrong. The agent's cunt had clamped down on her arm and it was impossible for her to free herself from its iron grip. Mavis Watson's eyes rolled back into her head and she arched her back as if to throw off Bram's weight that was suffocating her. It took a few precious seconds for the secretary to let her boss know that the agent was in severe difficulty and they better assist her before she was injured seriously.
Unfortunately for him Mavis went into shock, and no amount of first aid did anything to bring her from it. So they bundled her into his car and drove the agent to the nearest hospital emergency room. As luck would have it, there was a news team covering a fairly ugly gang shooting that had sent a number of the hommies to the big turf war in the sky. That proved to be strike two as the news people homed in on the rather attractive coffee-skinned agent wearing extremely little beyond her bra and garter belt. Moments later it was strike three when one of the news people recognized Bram Bareback from a briefing he had recently attended. By morning Bram, his secretary, Adele, and an airbrushed version of Mavis Watson were on a page one story that implied that there was some serious hanky panky going on after hours at the Bureau. The TV news folk picked up on this one as well, and ran with it, effectively ending Bram Bareback's career in law enforcement.
It was just as well that Bram did not have to hear the bad news from special agent Vlad that his project was being canceled. Vlad was not one for backing personnel who did not display unwavering loyalty to the cause. He had not been impressed by Bram's implication that additional funding was tied somehow to the shall we say, mysterious disappearance of agents Starkers and Connover, a sort of quid pro quo. Once Vlad had received the erroneous conformation that both agents had been deactivated, he cut the necessary paper to have the project terminated.
Meanwhile Chloe and her rapidly failing alter ego were being "entertained" at a special facility located a number of miles from CIA headquarters. After receiving a head to toe physical examination that included a number of different types of brain scans, the former Bureau agent was examined by a battery of psychiatrists to assess what permanent damage had been done to her mind. She exhibited fairly normal reactions except in the area of sexual response, which was off scale, and submissive behavior, another of her very stong suites. The recovering agent also showed some interesting and very selective holes in her short term memory. However every effort to match her to any clandestine organization in the US or the rest of the "civilized" world led to failure.
They were convinced that whoever programmed her, knew their stuff. It was the "who" part that was frustrating them. It was then that some bright young trainee suggested that they try to match her retina pattern against the files containing all agents for all secret organizations in the nation. Initially he was ignored as those in the know knew that no top agents were listed in that catalogue. Finally to humor him they checked and lo and behold the name of their mystery guest popped up. This was the only flaw in the entire setup, and it allowed them to discover that she was none other than Chloe Starkers, a recently deceased Bureau agent with no special training in espionage. Now that the truth about their guest was known, the issue argued was what to do with this cat's-paw? It soon boiled down to either a frontal lobotomy, an unfortunate accident, or use her as a deep cover double agent to make sure that the folks at the Bureau weren't up to other things that were not covered by their charter.
So for the second time in less than six months, Chloe Starkers underwent a complete physical and mental overhaul. In many respects having already been through the wringer once made many portions of the change process easier to handle. In some respects it caused subtle but important changes in her personality that they were unable to pick up with their tests. To date no one had been smart enough to figure out that their double agent had a certain chemical soup infiltrating her body. Despite all the other changes they were causing, the neurotransmitter cocktail that had allowed the Bureau to dare what they almost succeeded in doing, not to mention saving her life when she was deactivated, was still waiting to reactivate itself. In spite of their best efforts, the CIA folks were busily constructing a creation that had no loyalties to any organization. A creation that was dedicated to sustaining her existence, and would do almost anything to meet this objective.
(To be continued)
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