Chloe - Dominated and Degraded

                               Chloe - Dominated and Degraded

                                                                                           Chapter 21

       Frances/Chloe was roused from sleep by a kick from her mistress who announced that they were going to have a visitor in less than two hours and that left only a half hour for some tongue on her hot, wet, black pussy. While she pleasured her mistress, Jamela gave her a thumbnail sketch of the first client she would be seeing this morning.

       "This one has been a big disappointment, and I'm on the verge of taking some serious action to either make or break her attitude towards black men. It seems that when she was fourteen, her older brother and a few of his buds decided to relieve her of that useless cherry she was carrying around. She went to her parents and ratted on her brother. Mom told her to talk to her father, and when she did he laughed it off, but promised to have a talk with her brother. As far as the family was concerned, nothing of consequence had happened, it was just the way things were in black society at that time."

       "Unfortunately the bitch never got over it and as the years went by she wasted tons of her parents' money seeing shrinks who got her even more screwed up. A couple of months ago she started visiting me, and things haven't gotten much better.The bitch is a stone fox, but she refuses to let a black man get within a dick's length of her. When it comes to black women she's fine with it, and if it's a white man she drops her panties as fast as any other white or black whore would."

       "So far nothing I do can make her change her mind, and I've done plenty to her, and all of it hurts, but she's stubborn. So no matter what you see this morning, remember it's always her call and what you see is exactly what she wants. I'm no shrink, but I can recognize something that is deep seated and in control."  

       Frances/Chloe was quite surprised that her mistress would share such information with a slave-in-training, like herself, but she was gratified that Jamela had some degree of confidence in her after such a short time together. To her surprise she had slept well, no nightmares and just a few sketchy dreams of no consequence. It was a mad scramble to take care of business in the bathroom, eat a breakfast that proved Jamela was a very good cook when she wanted to be, change the sheets in preparation for the first visitor and then to take a two quart and a little extra something enema which she held as a result of the rubber bung her mistress slammed home once the enema nozzle was removed. The pale blonde was growing more uncomfortable by the minute, but Jamela reassured her that the visitor would find what she had to hold even more intimidating.

       Promptly at ten there was a knocking at the door, then the pattern of knocks was repeated. Jamela's slave-in-training was left in the bathroom as the dominatrix went to meet her client. Frances/Chloe could hear muffled voices, then a sharp slapping sound and her mistress' loud voice berating someone who could only blubber and sob, in contrast to the shrieking that now reverberated throughout the apartment. Moments later the door to the bathroom was flung wide and a nearly naked, chocolate-skinned woman in her mid-twenties  stumbled into the tiled room. She was blessed with well formed, good-sized breasts, had a flat stomach and a shaved pussy that was contained within a chastity belt featuring a metal grid and leather straps that sank deeply into her firm flesh. She let out a shriek of terror when she spied Chloe/Frances standing by the tub, her belly bulging from the enema she was holding. The black dominatrix cuffed her visitor across the back of the head and screamed for her to be silent or have her tongue torn out.

       While the young woman tried to regroup, the mistress launched into a diatribe concerning her many imperfections and refusal to faithfully follow the instructions that she received from her mistress and mentor. Evidently the chastity belt was the latest humiliation devised to try to bring her into a mental and emotional state where she would feel more confident in her own abilities and dare to try to put some of the ideas her mistress espoused into her daily life. The fact that this well built, attractive, financially secure woman was unable to have sex with black men was a situation that infuriated Jamela, and caused her to make the client wear the chastity belt. The only time it would come off was so that her body could be used by her mistress, and god forbid, friends of the mistress. This was what had immediately flashed through her mind when she first saw Jamela's assistant.

       The dominatrix handcuffed the distraught woman's hands behind her back and made her get into the tub and lie on her back. She was still quietly sobbing, but that soon turned to wailing as Chloe/Frances gingerly stepped into the tub. Upon hearing a command from her mistress, the pale blonde squatted over the visitor's face, facing away from her, to display the bung buried tighty in her puckered asshole. Jamela reached over and put her fingers around the bung and used her other hand to balance herself as she worked the bung free.

       For a few seconds there was nothing but the sound of some trapped air rushing out from the interior of the agent's rectum. Then she began discharging the contents of the enema that had been rumbling and heating inside her roiling intestines. Quickly the young black woman's face was buried in a blast of feces and brownish liquid that poured from the slave's spasming rectum. Now her wailing was silenced as she fought grimly to avoid ingesting the terrible stinking mess that continued to splatter all over her face and upper body.

       Jamela began screaming to her client to open her mouth and eyes so she could enjoy the offering from the white woman. Her visitor was not up to such a bold response to what was happening; if anything she tried to roll away from the shower of filth that was raining down on her naked body. The agent was startled when her mistress jumped into the tub and reaching down through the stream of fecal matter that was still flowing from her slaves's gaping anus, grabbed the black woman by the throat and began to choke her. When this did not get the desired effect, she began pounding the client's head against the porcelain in a rage. She yelled at the brown-skinned woman that if she survived, she would pray for death. Her visitor was too far gone to react to that threat, but Jamela was a woman of her word.

       Frances/Chloe was pushed away once she ceased voiding, and her mistress now stood over the sobbing woman and taking dead aim, began pissing into her filth-coated face, then switched to a squatting position to intensify the force of the piss that splattered off the woman's vacant features. Her eyes were open but unfocused; no doubt this scene had pushed her to well beyond her capabilities. Jamela painted the helpless victim's eyes with her stinging stream of acrid waste and still got no response. She yelled at slave Frances to pull the client's mouth open and keep it that way while she pissed down her throat.

       The sound of her piss ricocheting from one side of her client's gullet to the other echoed from the walls of the tiled bathroom. Jamela finished by locking her pussy to the client's mouth as she finished emptying her bladder. Her face was a mask of raging fury, her eyes glowing like coals, as she looked up to her slave and announced that the disobedience of her visitor called for a very severe response to make sure she would never, ever, dare to disobey her mistress' commands in the future, that is if she survived today's punishment session.

       The impact of the brown-skinned woman's face being jammed against her buttocks and held firmly against her befouled skin almost made Frances/Chloe lose her balance and tumble into the filthy water that still pooled in the tub. Jamela repeated this assault two more times, each time getting progressively more forceful and lasting longer as she made sure that the client's face was coated with a fresh layer of filth. From there she dragged her victim over to the toilet and plunged her head into the bowl until it made contact against the bottom with a sickening thud. The pale blonde winced sympathetically and began to fear for the unconscious client's health. Three times the toilet was flushed and the woman swallowed a considerable amount of filthy water each time, only to vomit it up on the next go-around.

       This was followed by throwing her into the shower stall and turning the water to hot before closing the door to imprison her. In minutes she was shrieking to the heavens and begging to be released. The dominatrix just watched the shower door steam up as the nearly scalding water cascaded over the victim's helpless body. There was no way with her hands secured behind her back that the visitor could either turn off or hide from the water so hot that it was on the verge of blistering her flesh.

       The mistress finally relented and allowed Frances/Chloe to remove what was left of the victim from the steam box of a shower stall. A few hard slaps across her befuddled face and some even more vicious pinchs of her very firm and shapely tits brought the dazed client around. She was in terrible pain from the scalding water, but Jamela showed her no mercy. She threw the woman to the tiled floor bringing a scream of agony from her as her knees bore the brunt of the landing. The dominatrix followed this with a series of kicks to the woman's ribcage and belly, finishing her off with a kick to the sternum that made the chocolate-skinned client' s face grow pale.

       With help from her new slave they got the woman to totter to her feet and bend over at the waist, her face just brief inches from the cunt of the slave now standing in the tub. The confining chastity belt was removed for this phase of the woman's punishment.  Jamela filled the red rubber enema bag to its limit with the hottest water she could draw from the tap, and then added a few tablets from the medicine cabinet, saying to no one in particular that now this would be an enema that this little bitch would remember for the rest of her life.

       Little did the young woman know that within fifteen minutes the tablets would completely dissolve, releasing twin demons from hell. The first would create a huge amount of irritating gas that would seek out every nook and cranny of the client's insides. Once equilibrium was established, the gas would infuse into the mucous membrane of the victim and begin the agonizing process of dissolving away that precious protective shield of tissue. The byproduct remaining behind from the chemical reaction that formed the gas would be so corrosive that it could and would perforate that portion of the lower intestine within a few centimeters of its center.

       The degree to which the visitor's intestines were weakened would be a function of how long the enema remained in her bowels. At best it might result in corrective surgery within three to five years, at worst an immediate trip to the emergency room followed by a life saving operation that might leave the poor woman requiring a colostomy, not exactly what the lady of high fashion would be wearing anytime soon.   

       Jamela chuckled evilly as she showed her slave, Frances, the bung that would contain the monstrous pressure for perhaps five minutes, the longest five minutes in the young professional's life. Putting it aside, the infuriated black woman rammed the enema nozzle into her client's asshole without the benefit of lubrication, causing her to scream bloody murder. At a nod from her mistress, the agent grabbed onto the woman's hair and held her face to her crotch so the client could begin licking her cunt.

       The dominatrix laughed and started the enema, slapping her victim on the rump as she did. For the next few minutes there was little to be heard as the enema slowly emptied into the young woman's lower intestines. She continued to slavishly lick and suck the slave-in-training's cunt lips and clit, worming her tongue into the white woman's cunt on occasion. As far as the Chloe side of her personality was concerned, this woman was one of her kind. Why was she taking such savage treatment when it was so obvious to even a slave such as herself, that she was a lesbian?

       It took nearly fifteen minutes for the bag to empty, the timing evidence that this procedure had been carefully worked out in advance by the dominatrix. Despite the threats and physical pain she doled out to her clients, Jamela was always aware of their value to her as long as they weren't harmed to the point  that they no longer visited her for "therapy". Her new slave gripped the brown-skinned woman's hair even tighter when the bung was jammed between her rounded ass cheeks. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the gas to start expanding.

       Gradually the client began grunting and shifting her feet as the first evidence of the gas beginning to fill her intestines hit home. Her movements became even more irregular and frantic as the pressure within her body increased dramatically. Jamela began pounding her fists against the creamy chocolate skin of her client, who was now in agony, hopping from one foot to the other and sobbing. Frances was urged to keep a tight grip on the client who was on the verge of panicking from the unbelievable pain that was being generated in her bowels. At a nod from her mistress, she hopped out and helped move the bloated woman into the tub.

       The young professional was made to kneel with her head down against the porcelain surface, while they waited for the bung to be blown away by the awesome gas pressure that was still building. Suddenly there was a loud pop and the bung flew into the air and bounced off the wall, very close to the juncture of the ceiling, followed after a brief few seconds by a shower of brownish liquid mixed with some impressive sized turds. Most of this expulsion splattered all over the sides of the tub, some of it rebounding to dot her body with smaller chunks, as she frantically sought to escape this fetid liquid mess now dripping down the sides of the tub.

       The client was forced to act like an animal, wallowing and scrambling to escape from the porcelain prison that held her captive. The more she struggled, now blinded by fear and nearly passing out from the awful stench that surrounded her, the more precarious her position became. Finally, exhausted from her efforts to escape and so frustrated that she began crying like a small child, the client gave up and accepted whatever was to be her fate. She now just lay there in almost a trance as the contents of the enema she had held for what seemed like forever finally finished exiting from her twisted intestines. The smile on Jamela's face was almost blissful, this phase of the client's punishment had gone just as planned, and she was still in a state where she was capable of enduring an even higher level of pain.

       Again she was yanked from the tub, pummeled, punched and kicked to force her back into the torture chamber disguised as a shower stall. There she begged for mercy as her skin felt as if it was being peeled from her body by the hot water that thundered down upon her as she lay on the tiled floor of the enclosure, trembling and wishing for death. Jamela checked her watch and announced to her slave, Frances, that the lady in the shower stall had less than an hour left in the session, and she hadn't yet made it into the bedroom for what awaited her once she was properly restrained. Frances was ordered to dry the client off so she wouldn't get the sheets wet. This accomplished, she assisted the young chocolate-skinned woman in making the trip from the bathroom to the bedroom where even more pain and humiliation was going to be her lot.

       Restraining the young professional took some doing, not because of any resistance on her part. Jamela's bed was equipped for much more than it appeared at first glance. There were pegs located in the ornate headboard. One of them soon held the client's cuffed wrists above her head, exposing her vulnerable armpits. Her legs were yanked to the sides until she looked like a dancer doing the splits. There were rings set into the sideboards to which her ankles were locked. In this position every square inch of her pudenda was made available for any torment the mistress could imagine for the woman. Once she was satisfied that the subject was stretched to her limit and completely helpless, Jamela went to her cabinet and began withdrawing her toys and tools for this portion of the session. The young brown-skinned woman followed her every movement and nervously licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

       The mistress ordered Frances to mount the woman and present her cunt for some attention, warning her victim that she wanted to see an enthusiastic display on her part to this opportunity to eat some white pussy. Frances/Chloe was astonished at just how enthusiastic that flickering tongue could be. How could her mistress not see that this young woman was either a lesbian or one moving strongly in that direction? Had she been thinking with a clear head, almost impossible considering the number of personalities that were now sharing her mind, she would have realized that her mistress was fully aware of the nature of this elaborate charade.

       When the tongue action stopped briefly and the woman let out a long groan that turned into a cry of pain, Chloe looked back over her shoulder to see a grinning Jamela forcing a large black rubber dildo that must have been at least ten inches long and two inches across up into the woman's asshole. She muttered this ought to make her twat nice and tight for the other tool that was going to ravage her cunt.

       That marvelous tongue resumed stirring up Frances/Chloe's juices. She knew from the sounds that her mistress was donning a strap-on dildo, probably the very one she used on her last evening. Jamela's voice alerted them both that the young professional was about to swallow some black cock, even if it was fake. From then on Chloe could tell by the way that tongue moved and twisted inside her cunt just what was going on in the client's cunt as well. Gradually more and more of that tool disappeared inside the client's pussy as the mistress gave both of them a running account of what was happening.

       After getting almost six inches wedged into that tight twat, the black dominatrix pulled out until just the head was stretching the pink flesh. Then with a whoop and a grunt she drove at least six inches into the woman's yielding cunt before meeting resistance. She laughed and gave the client a few tentative strokes for  practice, and then repeated her attack, this time getting over eight inches buried in that tight tube of hot, wet flesh.

       Chloe/Frances was getting very wet from the stimulation she was receiving from the woman's talented tongue. Part of her was wondering how it would be if they were locked in a passionate sixty-nine, so each could give as well as she got. Jamela was really going to town on her client, announcing to anyone who cared to listen that she was touching bottom with every stroke. Chloe knew it as well because of the way that tongue would pause and then turn back on full blast until the next pause. Abruptly the dominatrix ended the raping she was giving the chocolate-skinned young woman.

       Now the tongue started up in a different pattern as the high pitched sound of a pocket rocket filled the room. Jamela told Frances to turn around so that the tongue could worship her asshole while she watched the vibrator work its magic on the subject's  fat clitoris. It was sort of anticlimactic watching this uneven struggle. No matter how hard she applied the buzzing toy, the response she got was minimal. Jamela got so angry that she leaned forward and nipped the fat nubbin of flesh with her front teeth, causing the woman to nearly rupture every muscle in her body trying to escape the agonizing pain that rumbled through her taut torso.

       For the final time this session, the black dominatrix went to the cabinet and returned with a riding crop. Looking over to her slave-in-training, she held up the weapon and speaking to Frances, but meaning it for the young professional, she spoke.

       "Normally I use a rubber hose on this bitch, out of charity and because it doesn't leave much in the way of marking, just in case she wants to give up some pussy to a deserving black man, which covers about ninety-nine percent of the brothers. Can't have the brother thinking he's gone and gotten himself mixed up with some kind of a freak, which as you now know, she is. However she has so fucked up her assignment from me, her mistress and mentor, that I'm teaching the bitch a lesson to go along with the other helpful hints I've given  this lazy cunt today at no additional charge. Come to think of it I'm charging double for this session to whoever is foolish enough to think this dumb cunt can be rehabilitated without some very substantial elevation of the fear and pain factor."

       With no warning Jamela slashed the riding crop down across the woman's spread cunt and proceeded to cut a path that looked like a switchback from the top to the bottom of that exposed pink crevice. She paused for breath and carved another path from bottom to top, forming a bloody diamond pattern in the woman's chocolate skin. The client screamed the walls down, taxing the soundproofing to its limit. Her bonds, designed and mounted by professionals in the life did their job holding her bare body in the cross-hairs of the black dominatrix's riding crop.

       Frances/Chloe winced when Jamela stopped the woman's noise-making by using the handle of the crop, stabbing it into her flat stomach over and over until her client was literally frothing at the mouth, the bloody foam created by the uncontrollable chewing of her tongue. The dominatrix checked to make sure that  her victim had not been seriously harmed  by this latest outburst of irritation on her part. Satisfied that the woman was able to take more punishment, she lit into her again with a fury that was breathtaking.

       Jamela started at the juncture between the client's vulva and thighs, whipping straight down on the taut flesh, leaving deep welts that soon opened up into bleeding gashes as the dominatrix made a second pass to cover the same territory, moving slowly down to the helpless subject's  knees, then doubling back to the original starting point. Jamela was in terrific shape because she did both thighs before stopping for a rest and to check the amount of bleeding this portion of the whipping had caused. By now the brown-skinned professional was almost in a coma, her eyes open, but staring intently at the ceiling, her breathing shallow but regular. This made the black woman furious and she began the next phase a little sooner than she wanted.

       The subject's breasts were full, shapely and very firm, her best feature by far. Jamela considered them as something wasted on this anti-blackmale weakling. Secretly she was jealous and every time she saw those beauties she had the overwhelming urge to whip them until they were nothing but twin lumps of flayed flesh, every square inch of skin having been ripped from them by the steady slashing of whatever weapon Jamela imagined she used on that particular day. The crop fit into her mood quite well, and she concentrated her anger and frustration on those firm mounds capped with nipples that almost always were soft, a sign of the sexless life this irritating individual lived.

       Usually those tits got a lick and a promise because Jamela was aware of her less than rational behavior when it came to them. Today however she was taking off the kid gloves, just for a few minutes. The bitch had it coming, and in spades! She brought the crop down on the client's left tit, splitting it in two and driving the soft nipple deep into the swelling flesh. The brown-skinned woman let out a piercing scream as the area struck turned almost white and then flowered into a swollen line of ruptured blood vessels. Jamela was happy to know that she was alive and well. She criss-crossed the weal bisecting the tit from top to bottom, forming an X centered on the livid nipple that was now swollen to twice its size. The black dominatrix marked the other tit inthe same fashion, turning the client into a screaming madwoman from the pain and fear of becoming mutilated.

       Frances/Chloe was startled when her mistress with a loud, almost animalistic cry hurled the crop across the room and stomped out, ordering her slave to get rid of the "garbage" before she did something they both might regret. The agent was terrified at the mood displayed by her mistress, but moved quickly to her task fearful of angering her even more. It took her some time to free the sobbing woman from her bonds, then she struggled with the straps of the chastity belt before getting it properly attached to the vacant-faced client. Finally she escorted the woman to the alcove which contained her clothing and assisted the battered, sobbing victim of Jamela's rage with her clothing which was top of the line and very chic.

       She was surprised when the woman removed a pair of padded discs from her purse and stuffed them into her bra before donning the lace trimmed undergarment.  Jamela totally ignored her client and shouted for Frances to get rid of the silly slut since her session was over and had not produced any improvement that she could see in the bitch's behavior or attitude.

       Once the door had shut behind the client, Jamela grinned with malice and casually mentioned that she had a big surprise for her next week. Right after work on friday evening, she was going to be kidnapped and taken to a deserted warehouse where ten of the best hung black men in the city, all woman-haters, were going to gang fuck her around the clock until early monday morning, that is if she survived that long. Chloe/Frances shivered, realizing once more that she was in the presence of a person quite capable of doing her very serious physical and mental harm.

                                                               (To be continued-lex ludite)