Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 4
On her way home Chloe stopped at a drug store and picked up some things
she would need once she got to her place. They included carbolic acid, vinegar,
aspirin, gelatin, milk of magnesia and a mouth wash containing fluoride. These
comprised the necessary ingredients for a recipe used by generations of women
who lived in her hollow to handle "accidents" having to do with unbridled sex.
To the young agent this mountain solution for an unwanted pregnancy was her last
hope.
Two hours later agent Chloe Starkers was lying on her back in her
bathroom, legs propped up on the tub. All she wore was a flannel bathrobe that
was open in front, but did provide some degree of protection against the hard,
cold tile of the floor. She gritted her teeth and grunted as wave after burning
wave radiated from her vagina, now saturated with the concoction she had mixed
and then used as a douche.
This was the second time she had applied it, and if anything, the
stinging and burning was worse. She was actually pleased to experience this pain
as it meant the douche was doing something to her insides. Whether or not it had
reached all the blind swimmers that had been released into her this evening was
unknown. It would be almost two weeks before she could hope to see a positive
sign that she had avoided the shame of a pregnancy caused by rape.
Having nothing better to do with her time, she reviewed the events that
made up this day of horror. It was quite evident that Bareback was bound and
determined to utterly humiliate and debase her. She realized that his rage was
probably caused by her demeanor. This was not the first time she had evoked such
a reaction. It was in her nature to be on the introverted side and making
friends with people, especially men, was difficult for her to do. To compound
the problem she did not have the faintest idea about how to behave toward a man
who was also her superior. Of course she had many positions before where a man
was in charge, but they were always of a temporary nature and did not require
much, if any social interaction. Such was not the case with her present
situation. She was now a full time member of the FBI, beginning a career that
might last decades, a hope she still maintained despite her present situation.
While she had been in the bathroom the phone had rung twice. The machine
had picked up and she heard voices speaking, but wasn't able to identify them.
Thirty minutes later Chloe listened to Honey Connover say that she wouldn't be
home tonight, but not to worry, she was staying with a friend and would see
Chloe after she got back from work tomorrow. This message puzzled her, but she
was still too upset to think clearly. The second message made her tremble; it
was Adele Rankine, instructing her as to what she was to wear to work tomorrow,
and telling her that she would be staying late again. After listening to the
message the young agent had something to eat and then turned in for the night.
She did not get much sleep, waking up numerous times to an empty apartment, then
worrying about what had been planned for her at work.
The next morning Chloe turned heads when she arrived at work wearing
tight slacks over high-heeled boots, plus a form-fitting tee shirt with a bolero
jacket that revealed to anyone who looked, that she was not wearing a bra. The
slacks were tight enough to reveal that beneath them she was wearing a pair of
thong bikinis. Her outfit could not have been created without the surveillance
cameras that seemed to be everywhere in her apartment. Last night Ms Rankine's
instructions had been frighteningly accurate down to the color of the garment
and its location within the apartment.
A smiling Adele Rankine ushered a shaky Chloe Starkers into the office
and speedily set about removing the slight stubble that had formed on the
agent's mons. She then told her to remove her shirt so she could decorate her
nipples. Later, Chloe could do nothing but stare down at the two metal spiders
that kept her nipples erect. It got even worse when the secretary applied a
thick coating of rouge to those stiff nubbins as she said, "That should do
nicely, those nipples certainly are the best feature of your breasts. They look
good enough to eat; perhaps I'll have that pleasure later today." The young
agent was too stunned to react to her comment.
Chloe had to remove her thong so Adele could rub a colorless lotion into
her pubic region, paying special attention to her labia and clitoral hood. The
chastity belt was fitted to her loins and then covered by the confining elastic
of the panty girdle. When Chloe wiggled into her tight slacks and saw what kind
of an appearance she presented, her face grew pale and tears began trickling
down her reddened cheeks. The outline of the panty girdle showed clearly; worse
yet it looked as if she had the plumpest pubic mound in the state of Virginia.
Adele stepped back with a big grin on her face and observed, " My dear you are
certainly going to be quite a distraction to the male population of this area.
I'm sure I'll be shooing them away from the office as if they were flies. Who
knows, you might get a few interesting propositions before the day is over."
Chloe was in shock as she was pushed out into the work area which was just
beginning to be peopled by half-awake members of the Bureau.
The young agent hurried back to the security of her cubicle, turning
heads as she went. She sat down at her desk and turned on the computer, waiting
for the screen to provide any special instructions for the day. There was a
message from agent Bareback informing her that she would be expected to attend a
meeting in Building 24 beginning at 0930. Chloe blanched, realizing immediately
that to enter Building 24 required her to pass through a metal detector. Her
chastity belt would set off the alarms and then she would have to submit to a
search of her person. They would discover what she was wearing! She would be
humiliated!
Her first reaction was to speak to Adele, surely she knew the
consequences if agent Starkers had to go through the metal detector over in
Building 24. Her pleas fell on deaf ears at first; Adele gave her a malicious
smile and said she had her orders from their boss and there was nothing she
could do about them. Then she reminded Chloe that she hadn't downed her first
cup of coffee yet. The young woman hung her head and went back to her cubicle to
get her cup, hoping against hope that this was some kind of a joke being played
on her by them. Surely agent Bareback knew what would happen, that was it! He
was just teasing her. She was sure that just before she was scheduled to go to
the meeting she would be told it was canceled or some such thing. That was
surely it; this was some kind of cruel game they were playing with her.
The next time she saw Adele it was a little after nine and still there
was no sign of her boss or any new instructions on her computer. Chloe's world
began to collapse around her when she was told that agent Bareback had been
suddenly called away to deal with an emergency that had arisen out of state. The
agent began to tremble and cry as it sank in that she would not be rescued from
the nightmare she was living. It was then that Ms Rankine made a strange offer.
If Chloe was to go with her after work, no questions asked, and do exactly what
she wanted her to do, then Adele might be able to help her out of this problem.
She agreed immediately.
As Chloe approached the entrance to Building 24, she felt an itching
sensation in her pubic area, and also realized that she now was also dealing
with a very full bladder. Perhaps Adele's friend, Bronwyn, would let her use the
facilities once she passed through the checkpoint. She also wondered what Adele
had planned for her when they left work; it probably involved sex or something
even more kinky like water sports. It still was worth it to avoid the utter
humiliation she would have experienced otherwise.
Chloe heaved a sigh of relief when she spotted the slim, dark-haired
woman operating the metal detector; it was Bronwyn for sure. Their eyes met for
a brief moment before Chloe stepped through the metal detector. It went off and
she cringed. What was to become of her now? Bronwyn told her to go back and wait
until the other people went through. Once this was accomplished, she shut off
the machine and beckoned Chloe to come into her area. "Follow me, there is a
shortcut you can use to get to the meeting on time." Bronwyn said. Chloe
followed her through a side door, noticing that another guard had arrived to
take over Bronwyn's station. She thought this to be very curious and then she
realized she was not going to make her meeting.
The door behind her locked when it closed. The guard turned around at
that point and pointed her weapon at the agent. "You must be the new fish Adele
told me about. Now get out of those clothes and let me verify what it was that
made my detector go off." Chloe was rattled and instead of stripping, she
started to babble about missing this important meeting. The guard laughed and
told her there was no meeting on her calendar except for this one. She ended the
discussion by saying, "If you're not naked in thirty seconds I'm calling in
reinforcements."
Bronwyn grinned at Chloe's clumsy attempts to remove every stitch of
clothing, including the heavy panty girdle that resisted her fumbling efforts to
pull it down her thighs. "Haven't seen one like that in nearly ten years. Why
the hell is someone as skinny and flat as you wearing such a getup? Then she
barked out for Chloe to stand at attention, and the agent snapped to, responding
to her drill sergeant-like tone of voice. "OK, now take a deep breath and start
wiggling out of that girdle so I can get a good look at what you have on under
that hunk of rubber." Chloe did as she was ordered and finally had it off,
revealing the chastity belt beneath it.
Bronwyn let out a low whistle when she saw the device that held Chloe's
cunt in its steely grip. " Damn I got to get one of those for my little honey.
That bitch is always cheating on me every time I turn my back. You must be one
miserable excuse for a cunt to wind up having to wear something like that to
work. What are you, some kind of nympho? Hell, no wonder the country is in
trouble if the FBI is hiring deviates like you these days." Chloe's face was now
scarlet and she stared down at her booted feet, suddenly realizing how
incongruous her attire was.
It was then that she felt that original slight itch become something
that demanded action. The only problem was the grillwork of metal that kept her
from even getting a fingernail onto her burning, itching mons. Then she
remembered the cream that Adele had rubbed into her flesh this morning. Was
there nothing that these fiends wouldn't do to drive her to distraction and
reduce her to some kind of wreck of a human being. Chloe lost control and began
to sob, her will temporarily shattered by what was happening to her. It seemed
as if she was totally alone against an army of imps from hell eager to drag her
through the mud and turn her into something less than a human being. They were
succeeding and that is what terrified her.
She hardly reacted to the first slap from the slim woman, but the second
brought her back to reality. Her bladder was about to burst, it felt as if her
vulva and a portion of her vagina were crawling with ants, stinging ants. There
was no way she could relieve this terrible itch, it was driving her to madness.
Chloe almost lost control of her bladder, but she refused to humilate herself
any further in front of this woman.
Bronwyn made Chloe an offer that she could not refuse despite what it
entailed. "You know agent Starkers I've already had four cups of coffeee this
morning and my bladder is on full to overflow. I'll tell you what, you take care
of my little problem and I just might be able to give you something to piss in.
I don't think you want me to escort you outside looking the way you do right
now, do you?" The agent hung her head and sighed her agreement. The guard
grinned and unbuckled her belt, then dropped her trousers, revealing a pair of
bikini briefs that she quickly rolled down. Chloe was confronted with one of the
thickest pubic bushes she'd ever seen, and at the academy there were plenty of
ladies who eschewed the razor.
The woman had Chloe turn so her hands could be cuffed behind her back.
Then Bronwyn had her kneel so her mouth could be guided to the guard's pee hole
which was lost in that jungle of unruly hair. The dark haired woman let out a
sigh of satisfaction as she released her hot, acrid piss into the helpless
agent's mouth. Chloe grimly struggled to keep up with the powerful stream that
flowed from the guard. She was too busy fighting to avoid being drown or choked
as her mouth was continuously filled, no matter how fast she gulped down the
contents. It was over a minute before the flow slackened and Chloe was able to
think about breathing once more. The guard took her time giving her captive the
last few spurts of piss. Then she ordered the agent to suck all the piss from
her pubic hair, which was even more degrading than merely swallowing it.
True to her word the woman left the room and returned shortly carrying a
yellow bucket similar to the one in Bareback's office. Her face once more grew
scarlet when she saw what was inked on the pail. The bold, black letters spelled
out "CHLOE'S PISS POT". The poor woman was in such distress that she ignored the
humiliating words, instead squatting over the pail to relieve herself. Bronwyn
watched with a smirk and observed that any piss that splattered onto the floor
was to be licked up by her once Chloe was through peeing.
The more empty the young woman's bladder became the more conscious she
was of the irritating effect of the cream that had been liberally smeared over
her vulva and rubbed a few inches into her vagina. Her expression did not seem
to surprise the guard. "I'll bet you would do anything to have a chance to get
at that itchy cunt of yours, wouldn't you!" All Chloe could do was nod dumbly as
she continued to void. "Well then, I have another proposition for you. Care to
hear it?" Chloe nodded, this time a bit more slowly, knowing that this offer
would cause her even more embarrassment or worse.
"All you have to do is get me off with that mouth and tongue of yours
and I'll use this key that Adele gave me this morning to open that contraption
and let you scratch to your heart's content." Chloe rose from her stance over
the bucket and knelt on the floor and positioned herself in the direction of
Bronwyn's hairy pubes.
"I never got head from an FBI lady agent before. I guess since a lot of
you people are gay or bisexual, you can eat pussy like a pro." The remarks from
the guard felt like daggers to the young agent. What was she to do? She had no
choice but to comply or go insane from the agonizing irritation caused by that
damned salve or whatever it was. She licked her lips nervously just before the
thick pelt was pressed to her mouth.
Chloe tried to imagine that she was eating Honey Connover's cunt, but
the smell and taste of this one was alien and the forest of thick, springy hair
was getting in the way of what she wanted to get at. She desperately poked her
tongue in the direction of Bronwyn's clit and hoped for the best. When this
didn't seem to get any reaction from the guard, the young agent sucked up her
courage and began gnawing on the hairy muff burger as if her life depended on
it. For once she had done something right; she heard Bronwyn grunt and then felt
the pressure of the guard's hairy snatch as she ground it against her face.
Chloe continued her frantic gnawing and then added some tongue action as she
realized she was at the entrance to the woman's cunt.
Once she managed to wedge her tongue inside the guard's slit, she was
able to get her lips busy on her fat cunt lips as well. The humping her face was
receiving had picked up considerably. Not only that, Chloe's tongue was
beginning to pick up the taste and texture of the cunt sludge that was starting
to ooze from this fetid maw. She clutched the guard's muscular ass cheeks and
pressed against them to let her get even more of her tongue inside her. The
stuff was now dripping, not oozing, and Chloe picked up the pace; she was making
some progress.
It took another five minutes of sometimes deperate action on her part
before Bronwyn let out a loud groan and nearly suffocated Chloe in the folds of
her cunt. All the while a stream of thick cunt cream was saturating Chloe's
lips, filling her mouth and dripping down her chin. She looked like a glazed
donut when she at last was able to remove her face from Bronwyn's spent pussy.
The guard had spasmed through a number of fast developing orgasms that rolled
through her like thunder.
"Damn, you sure know how to eat pussy! I hope I get another chance or
two to have you do me again some place where it's more comfortable and we have a
little privacy." Her words had a chilling and very depressing effect on agent
Starkers. She should have known all along; there were cameras probably hidden in
the ceiling and her activities were now on tape. She once more broke into tears
that surprised her companion.
Bronwyn was a woman of her word and soon Chloe was able to free herself
from the confines of that horrible chastity belt. She made the mistake of
scratching the itch that had nearly driven her crazy. All that did was intensify
the itch, so Chloe scratched even harder. It became a vicious cycle of
increasing itching followed by increasingly harsh scratching. The net result was
that her skin became so inflamed and sore she was unable to touch it. At that
point the agent rolled up into a ball and trembled uncontrollably from the
combined pain and that constant irritation that kept tempting her to damage
herself further. It was the guard who finally brought matters to a halt. She
reached down, parted her legs and sprayed them with something that almost
immediately calmed the irritation. Chloe sobbed with relief as she felt the
itching sensation cease.
The guard laughed and commented that she should have had Chloe get her
off again before she used the spray that Adele had provided when she gave her
the key to the chastity belt. "Oh well, I have a hunch I'll have another shot at
you sooner than later. Now get up, get dressed and let's get you back to work.
Adele says that she wants you in her office at 1130 sharp, with your bucket, so
get a move on or you'll be late. I think you know what that will mean if you're
late. Maybe they'll even have me over after work to help them out with you, if
you're late."
Chloe begged Bronwyn to help her get into the chastity belt. The guard
extracted some tribute in the form of being allowed to shove her finger into the
agent's dry cunt and try to get her hot and bothered. Chloe was too agitated to
respond and so Bronwyn hooked her back into pussy prison and watched with a
knowing smirk as the woman wiggled into the panty girdle that almost immediately
began to cause a new wave of itching. She threw on the rest of her clothing,
grabbed the yellow pail and followed the guard out from the room.
She encountered a large group of FBI personnel checking into the
facility and her bedraggled appearance made her the center of attention as she
stood there with her makeup in ruins, with mascara running down her cheeks
giving her the look of a harlequin. Try as she might she could not conceal the
humiliating bucket that Bronwyn insisted she carry through the metal detector.
To her astonishment the detector did not go off. She had failed to notice the
subtle sign given my Bronwyn to the guard operating the equipment. Thanking the
fates for at least one break, she hurried toward her building.
At 1132 a disheveled and breathless Chloe arrived at the door to Ms
Rankine's office. She knocked and was asked to enter. The secretary wasted no
time lighting into her for being late.
"You are late agent Starkers! You were told to be here promptly at 1130.
I will brook no excuse. You look like some kind of a tramp that one might find
lurking in an alley looking to sell herself for enough money to buy crack. You
are very fortunate that agent Bareback's meeting has run over a bit, but I do
intend to inform him that you were late for your meeting with him. Now sit down
and don't move or make a sound until I tell you."
Chloe sat by Ms Rankine's desk with her bucket in her lap as she had
been instructed to do by the secretary. She was given a cup of that terrible
coffee to down before she went into the special agent's office. It wasn't until
noon that the visitor left. He was a tall, heavy-set man, in his late 50s with a
neatly trimmed beard flecked with gray. He paused when he saw her and his
eyebrows arched. He smirked and said to Bareback's secretary, "Isn't it a bit
early for Halloween?"
Then he spied the bucket and read the words lettered across it. He
smiled wolfishly and made a kissing sound toward Chloe before speaking to her.
"Oh my, is this the new recruit I've been hearing so much about? Well I hope you
survive your initiation my dear, because I sure want a crack at your crack once
you are street legal, so to speak. Rumor has it you're a stone lesbian. That
won't be tolerated here; we do allow an occasional bi-sexual in our private
club, such as the ever willing and ever popular Adele Rankine. In your case you
have a lot of proving to do before you'll get my vote." The buzzer from within
Bareback's office brought this one-sided conversation to an end. He fluttered
his tongue at her and then departed, leaving the young agent to face whatever
new humiliations that Bareback had waiting for her.
(To be continued)
