Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 6
Chloe spent the night tossing and turning, her mind focused on what the
day would bring. To date each had been worse than its predecessor. What new
torments were in store for her today? By the time her alarm went off she was a
nervous wreck. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or maybe the panic that was
beginning to take hold of her, but Chloe tried to take some action to avoid what
would be her initial humiliation of the day. She felt that it was impossible to
enter the facility during the peak arrival hour in that garish outfit, her
makeup making her look like one of those Goth girls, with that damned yellow
piss pot in one hand and swinging from her shoulder the large matching purse
containing even more humiliating material. If she could only arrive as soon as
the guards were on duty, and actually let them see the chastity belt she wore,
perhaps they might show her some kindness and wave her through. After all it was
Friday, and most people, even the guards should have other things on their minds
besides humiliating her.
Her strategy went up in smoke the moment she arrived at the inspection
point. The guard from Building 24, Bronwyn, was standing at the entrance to the
metal detector. Another female guard who did not look familiar was operating the
machine. With a knowing smile Bronwyn beckoned her to walk through the entrance.
Chloe was in a panic and did not know what to do. Like some kind of automaton
she shuffled through the entryway and crossed over the line; nothing happened.
She looked up, not believing what had just occurred. Then she heard the
operator's voice informing her that the machine was not functioning properly.
She nearly passed out as she stared into Bronwyn's smiling face.
"Looks as if I'll have to pat you down; this won't take but a moment"
she heard her say. Chloe knew better. The guard casually flipped up her short
skirt and whistled as she caught a glimpse of the chastity belt. "I guess you'll
have to let me search you a little more thoroughly. Follow me and we'll try to
get this done quickly." As Chloe passed through the door to the search area she
heard the detector beep. She suddenly knew that she had been set up. As usual,
Bram Bareback was one step ahead of her. What would happen to her now?
Chloe stripped down to the chastity belt, and stood there, her face
beet-red. Bronwyn circled her as if she was preparing to pounce. The young agent
shivered, not from the cold, but the utter humiliation of it all. When would
this horrible nightmare end? Would it ever end? It got a little worse when the
slim brunette opened her purse and pulled out the packets of condoms.
"It looks as if someone was planning a very busy weekend. Do you have a
cheap boyfriend or are you going to try to supplement your income by whoring
yourself?" The sarcastic words from Bronwyn made Chloe feel small, like a child
being scolded by a parent. Without thinking she bent over and crossed her arms
over her pancake shaped breasts, as if trying to protect herself from the
implication that she was one of those loose women that frequented the seedy side
of town, selling their bodies for money to buy drugs or support their pimps.
Tears formed, making her mascara run.
The guard made a brief phone call, making sure that Chloe could not hear
what she said. She could do nothing but stand there, naked except for the steel
and leather prison that encased her genitals. She began hoping that the call had
been made to Ms Rankine and that soon she would appear to escort Chloe to the
office. Chloe had now been reduced to the point that she looked upon her
tormentor as a friend, even a savior from the situation in which she found
herself involved.
Minutes later another woman, dressed in civilian clothes entered.
Without thinking, Chloe tried to hide her nakedness from this stranger. The
blonde woman, probably in her mid 30s, was smartly dressed and had a badge with
a red border, indicating she was from the human resources department. Chloe
began to shiver even more, coming to the conclusion that she was about to be
dismissed from the FBI. She broke down and began to sob, then plead for a chance
to explain how she came to be in this little room wearing only a chastity belt
with a purse filled wth condoms.
Chloe was allowed to put her clothing back on, and then she was escorted
over to the building housing the human resources folk by Bronwyn and the blonde.
Once inside she was turned over to another female guard and taken into a freight
elevator for her trip to the interview area. The guard kept staring at her and
making kissing sounds. Just before the door to the elevator opened, she reached
over and pinched Chloe's bottom as she said, "I sure would like to get you over
to my place and do you all night with my big Bertha dildo while you begged for
mercy." The beleaguered woman was speechless as she was hustled from the car and
into a small room at the end of the corridor.
Waiting for her was a stern faced brunette, her hair pulled into a
severe bun, and wearing glasses that made her face appear almost sinister.
"Don't sit down, I want to take some pictures of you in this ridiculous outfit."
Chloe recoiled at the tone of this functionary's voice, but complied with her
order. The woman picked up a camera and soon had made over a dozen shots of
Chloe in various poses, including having her hold the piss pot up so the
lettering showed clearly. She finished this part of the humiliating process by
having Chloe hold the purse open so the condoms and lubricant could be clearly
seen.
After checking to make sure she had what she needed in the line of
pictures, she looked at the bedraggled agent and ordered her to strip. When the
young woman hesitated, the brunette smacked her across the face, leaving a red
blotch on her cheek. "Now take every item of clothing off and put your arms out
from your body. I want to get some shots of that chastity belt they tell me you
are wearing." Chloe was in a daze by now and meekly did as she was told,
allowing the woman to photograph her from all angles as she stared blankly at
the wall, blinking every time the flash went off.
The hard faced brunette picked up the phone and exchanged a few terse
words with whoever was on the other end. Chloe just stood there, wondering what
would happen to her next. A few minutes later the door opened and the guard who
had taken her up to this room entered and gave her a wolfish grin. Before she
could get her bearings, Chloe's hands were swiftly cuffed behind her back. "Take
her to room 604 and keep an eye on her until they arrive, then you may leave and
go back downstairs." The guard nodded and pushed the agent towards the door.
Chloe began to blubber, whinning that she was naked and everyone would see her.
They both laughed and the guard poked Chloe in the stomach with her baton. "
Move, you dumb whore or I'll stick this up your ass." Chloe continued to sob as
she shuffled from the room.
To her astonishment they did not encounter a single soul on their walk
to room 604. All the way over the guard amused herself by poking her baton into
Chloe's lower back and even trying to goose her with it, but the chastity belt
for once prevented something bad from happening to her. However once they were
at their destination the guard took full advantage of the situation. She groped
the agent's breasts and tweaked her nipples while trying to push her tongue into
Chloe's mouth. The agent resisted as best she could until the guard brought a
knee up into her chastity belt, driving the metal cage into her tender flesh and
making her double over with pain. "Have it your way for now, but mark my words,
I'll be drilling out your tender asshole before the day's over, count on it!"
Chloe sniffled and tried to get a grip on herself. At that moment the door
opened and two more members of the HR department strode into the room.
The guard smirked and blew her a kiss as she left Chloe in the hands of
these two ladies, both of them much larger and heavier than the young agent. One
of them produced a key that she used to open the chastity belt. Now the stunned
agent was stark naked. Then in less time then it takes to tell, she was pushed
down onto the heavy wooden chair located by the big desk and her legs were
securely anchored to the lower rungs of the chair, spreading her thighs wide and
totally exposing her hairless slit.
"This little whore shaves, what did I tell you. I'll bet she does it so
her customers have an easy time finding her diseased cunt in the dark when they
want to fuck her. Can you imagine this slut having the nerve to bring a dozen
condoms into the very building where our dedicated agents are diligently working
to save the nation from the forces of evil. She should be sent to Guantanamo as
a minimum after we find out what terrorist organization she belongs to."
Chloe was too stunned at these words to react. What were these persons
saying? Didn't they know she was as loyal an agent as the FBI had. Why else
would she have a high level security clearance that gave her access to much
critical information? Suddenly she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The
higher the level of clearance, the more damage a mole could do. But she wasn't a
mole! She was a hard working, loyal member of the greatest security organization
in the free world. All she had to do was tell the truth and all this would be
behind her. She'd tell them about Bareback and Ms Rankine; they had to believe
her! All it would take was a polygraph test and she would be free from this
nightmare. It was then that she realized that they were preparing to give her
just such a test.
The agent made no attempt to struggle as they wired her up to the
polygraph. However when one of the women lubed a narrow cylinder and inserted it
into her vagina, she grew tense. "What was this all about?" she thought. The
probe had a wire coming from the base and she watched as it was attached to a
metal box located on the desk. Then one of the women spoke into a tape recorder
announcing the date and time as well as stating that FBI agent Chloe Starkers
was submitting to this test without any reservations. She was too confused to
make any objection. The first few questions were to establish her baseline. She
confirmed that she was indeed agent Chloe Starkers, and answered a few simple
questions such as where she worked, the fact that she was a graduate of the FBI
academy in Virginia and currently was employed as a member of the FBI, tasked
with dealing with matters involving terrorist threats to the US mainland.
Chloe was very familiar with the procedures used in this type of test,
having been given a number of them during her time at Quantico and when she
entered her current assignment. The tape recorder had a timer which was
synchronized with the polygraph, guaranteeing that there could not be any
tampering with the original record such as by splicing extra, invalid data into
the machine. It did not take her very long to realize that this test was not
being done according to the standard protocols. By then she had just finished
answering about her current assignment and to whom she reported.
Then the questions quickly shifted to her personal life and began
probing her sexual preferences and overall mental health. This barrage of highly
personal questions flustered the young agent, and the data confirmed her
anxieties by showing much wider deviations from her baseline. Then the first
blockbuster question came to the fore, "Did she have any animosity towards her
supervisor Bram Bareback?" Chloe decided to play it safe and give them an
innocuous reply. That is when her vagina received the first powerful jolt of
electricity. It took her breath away and sent her into a panic, which was duly
recorded by the machine. From then on it was a nightmare. Her answers to one
leading question after another created wild swings in the stylus recording her
responses. Every answer was now controlled totally by the vaginal probe that
pumped progressively stronger doses of electricity into her aching, dry tunnel,
making her feel as if its very lining was being seared off. Finally she
collapsed into unconsciousness and the test was suspended while she was revived.
It took some doing, but they managed to insert the probe into her anus.
She was gagged now to keep her screams from interfering with the taping. Those
working in the vicinity were quite accustomed to hearing the screams and shreiks
that came from the various suspects as they were tested. The personnel in this
department were well aware that those spending time in this room were obviously
enemies of the country.
This entire operation was the brilliant idea of a good friend of Chloe's
supervisor who had received a major promotion for bringing his concept on line.
Chloe was only one of dozens of "enemies" of the nation that spent time
providing the kind of information that the organization wanted to hear so it
could pass it along to those higher up in the chain of command.
They continued to torture Chloe for another hour, recording her violent
responses to the bursts of agony that her colon received. It finally ended when
the girl lost control of her bowels and defecated. Her questioners left the room
for a time and allowed the hysterical agent to wallow in her own wastes. By the
time the janitorial crew, all possessing the highest level of clearance, arrived
to clean up the mess, agent Starkers was completely out of it, her eyes wide,
but unblinking and drool issuing in a steady stream from her gaping mouth.
It would take the ladies that conducted the test almost a day to
synchronize the recording, their questions, and Chloe's verbal responses into a
completed package that could stand up to the closest scrutiny. This could only
be achieved thanks to the extreme sophistication of their software and the
advanced computer codes that controlled the voice analyzer that was the key to
this process. Chloe Starkers was now tied up into a neat package with a bow on
it. She was totally at the mercy of those interested only in advancing their
careers and gaining further power.
The method they used to transfer Chloe back to her department was
another example of the intricate infrastructure that allowed this covert
operation to exist unnoticed by those who did not have the need to know. The
shell shocked woman was securely restrained and gagged before her naked body was
zipped into an insulated canvas pouch that looked much like the type used to
carry mail. The transfer between buildings was done in a manner that avoided the
more public detection stations. The building she had been moved to was located
on the outskirts of the complex. There she remained until very late in the day.
Promptly at 1745 Ms Rankine signed for the pouch which had been finally routed
to her office. Much earlier in the day the young agent's clothing and the
chastity belt arrived after having gone through more normal channels.
She was still dazed and not quite aware of what was happening to her.
However when the pouch was opened and she saw Ms Rankine's smiling face, her
world collapsed in on her. Was there ever to be relief from whatever horrible
game they were playing with her? What more could they do to further humiliate
and degrade her?
"I hear that you have been a very naughty girl. The nice people in HR
told me that you made some very serious accusations about special agent Bareback
and even myself. How unfortunate for you. I fear that your weekend initiation
will now have to be postponed in order for you to be properly chastised for
violating security."
"That is a very serious violation, agent Starkers; it could mean a long
stretch in Guantanamo. They do not take kindly to terrorist sympathizers, let
alone a native born terrorist who has dared to try to infiltrate the FBI. It's
too bad things have come to this; I did so hope that you and I might have become
very good friends. Now after what must be done, you will no longer be able to
function as an FBI agent. However you may yet get an opportunity to partially
redeem yourself if you survive what is in store for you now."
Agent Starkers offered no resistance when she was freed from her bonds
and allowed to dress. Even this outlandish outfit was preferable to being naked.
She couldn't help noticing that she no longer had to wear that cruel chastity
belt, some small improvement in her situation. Just as they were preparing to
leave, Ms Rankine snapped her fingers and said in a loud voce, "How silly of me,
I forgot to put the chastity belt on you. Now be a good little girl and strip
off. Make it quick so I can put you into the pussy prison as special agent
Bareback calls it. We don't want to be late getting to our destination."
It was 1825 by the time Ms Rankine escorted Chloe from the building. The
guards at the detection station had openly mocked her, commenting on her outfit
and going into gales of laughter when she had to raise her skirt to reveal that
what the machine was picking up was her chastity belt. Ms Rankine did not help
matters when she commented that the agent had been acting strangely all day and
she feared she was on the verge of some kind of a breakdown. It got even worse
when Chloe's purse was searched and they came up with the condoms and the
lubricant. One of the guards remarked that it looked as if the agent was
moonlighting as a prostitute, and wondered if that wasn't a breach of FBI
regulations. Ms Rankine kept a straight face through it all, but finally she bid
the guards a good night and pushed Chloe in the direction of the exit.
As they passed through the gate, leaving Chloe's car parked in the
employees lot for the weekend, she was forced into a final indignity. Adele made
her raise her skirt to show the grinning gate guard the leather and metal symbol
of her utter degradation at the hands of Bareback and his associates. He made an
obscene gesture and flicked his tongue as if he was a snake and she his prey. As
the complex faded behind them, Adele licked her lips and smiled.
"I shouldn't be telling you this, but you won't be the only one having
to pay for disobeying orders. It should make for a very entertaining weekend to
see how you two ladies hold up to what will be done to you." Chloe could only
shiver with fear, knowing that whatever she could imagine would not be nearly as
bad as what they would do to her and this other unfortunate.
(To be continued)
