Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 7
After driving for nearly an hour they arrived at their destination, a
warehouse located on the edge of a rundown industrial park. Adele guided the car
around to the rear of the building, passing through two radio controlled
security gates that guarded the entrance to the back area and the underground
parking garage. Even in her funk, Chloe realized that this place was something
more than just a warehouse. Ms Rankine pushed the agent towards the elevator,
which also required her to punch in a sequence of numbers before the door
opened.
As the elevator glided almost silently to the upper level, Adele stared
at Chloe and licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. They walked
down a long hallway and once more Ms Rankine had to identify herself, this time
by means of a retinal scan which allowed them entry. Chloe gasped at what she
saw.
The room was huge, the concrete walls almost bare except for certain
areas where metal rings had been bolted. There must have been a dozen or more
people standing around, their attention fixed on the naked woman stretched
spread-eagle fashion, her wrists and ankles manacled to rings attached on the
two metal posts sunk into the concrete floor. She was wearing a leather hood
from which a shock of blonde hair protruded. It took less than seconds for it to
sink in that this was Honey Connover, her missing roommate. Chloe felt faint and
would have slumped to the floor without the support of Adele Rankine. "Anybody
you know?" she said, as Chloe began to shake.
Chloe recognized Bronwyn and her companion, the one who had escorted her
to Room 604. They stood on either side of Honey and were laying the leather to
her big bouncy breasts. From the looks of those battering bags, the two had been
drubbing her perfect boobs for some time. They were synchronized, one stroke
following the other in perfect harmony, the slapping sounds mimicking a
metronome. Then striding toward her with a devilish look on his face was her
immediate supervisor, Bram Bareback. "It's about time you showed up. I was
afraid the ladies might whip the skin off those lovely tits on your friend
before you honored us with your presence."
As he spoke he waved his hand in the direction of the trio, signaling a
halt to the proceedings. Then he turned to Ms Rankine and said, "It's time she
had a little taste of the strap. I just know the two officers are just dying to
have a good go at what passes for her body. Keep the chastity belt on her
though, I have some ideas for having some fun with her in that get-up."
Chloe blinked at her two tormentors; she was utterly at their mercy and
knew what awaited was going to be very painful. The second woman was the one
that had promised her that she would be at her mercy before the day was
finished. Evidently she had known about this long before Chloe. Bronwyn grinned
and suggested to her companion that they concentrate on Chloe's nipples, since
her tits weren't much of a target. The first blow flattened her sensitive nubbin
flat. Before she could even react to the pain, a second blow followed, grazing
her other nipple, but still stinging it.
Soon the pair developed a rhythm and the agent's nipples grew swollen,
the flesh surrounding them livid from the abuse she was receiving. Then they
changed the angle at which they struck her, grazing the nubbins, or missing them
completely and landing on the bottom portion of her pancake-shaped breasts. The
pain grew more intense and Chloe's cries of pain increased. The two of them
paused and readjusted the straps in their fists. Chloe bit her lip in
anticipation, seeing that they intended to use the buckle ends to provide even
more pain to her sore nipples.
Now there was no such thing as a miss. Each time the buckle slashed into
her sore breasts the pain was intense and there was no time to recover as the
second buckle was already scoring as the pain from the first blow reached a
crescendo. Chloe had never felt such constant and excruciating agony. It was as
if someone had poured kerosene on her tits and set them afire. When they decided
to start on her back, she had an unimpeded view of what was happening to Honey
Connover.
The hooded blonde had been strapped to a gynecological examination table
with her legs locked into the stirrups that were swung away from the platform,
forcing her thighs to be spread obscenely thus giving total access to both her
cunt and asshole. A naked man was standing between Honey's thighs and he was
obviously fucking the helpless blonde. There was a line of men and one woman,
who she recognized as the blonde from the HR department, standing to the side of
the table waiting their turn.
To Chloe her situation was slightly better than what her roommate was
enduring. Here it was just sharp bursts of pain as the straps ate into her taut
flesh. In comparison Honey was experiencing the pain associated with being
viciously penetrated, probably without the benefit of her natural secretions,
and the utter humiliation of the act of rape. The combination of physical and
mental anguish, coupled with being unable to even know who was her assailant
must have been devastating.
When the two women tired, they were replaced by a pair of men, neither
one familiar to Chloe. They tore into her with a fury, raining blows down onto
her naked body from all angles. They too used their belts, wrapped securely
around their fists. Their furious attack was not as systematic as the previous
pair; this made it even more difficult to mentally prepare for the pain since
the source was constantly changing.
She would wince in agony as her sore breasts were slashed by one of
them, then gasp in shocked surprise as the other left a welt across her flat
belly, just above the chastity belt. The speed at which she was whipped was also
much greater, giving her absolutely no time to recover from one blow to the
next. Unlike before where after a time the particular area being whipped became
much less sensitive, the randomness of their attack was such that it felt as if
each new blow was cutting into fresh flesh.
Still another pair of men took over and soon there wasn't a square inch
of her body, except for those parts shielded by the chastity belt, free of welts
and bruises and some cuts. The cuts had occurred when the women had used the
buckle end of their belts on Chloe's body. Bareback had twice cautioned the men
about attempting to use their buckles on the agent. "Hey knock it off! This
chunk of cunt has to last all weekend. You go at her like that and you'll be
depriving the rest of the members of their turn at making this piglet squeal and
beg." His words seemed to have a calming effect on them, perhaps because of his
status in the group. Chloe was too far gone to care why; she just gave thanks
for very small favors.
One of the next two who stepped up to continue this terrible beating was
known to her. She had seen him in the area on a number of occasions, and had
even sat at a meeting which he attended. He had said very little, but when he
did speak, the person chairing the meeting gave him his undivided attention. He
and his companion concentrated on seeing how much damage they could do to her
tender inner thighs, the same ones that Honey Connover loved to suck hickies
into as Chloe moaned and her cunt literally drooled as she was transported to
another world.
Chloe watched through slitted eyes as Bram moved to the side of Honey
who was being raped anally by the blonde woman from HR who wore a strap-on that
featured a very thick length of plastic with grooves etched into the material.
Chloe knew that the table must have been moved to give her this kind of a view.
Although her thighs were being blistered and even cut by the vicious whipping
those two were delivering, she began to focus on her poor roommate who was
bleeding from her asshole. Those grooves were slowly tearing away at the mucous
membrane lining her rectal passage; she must have been in horrible pain.
The pair whipping her took full advantage of Bram's absence. Now the
belt buckles were biting into her tender flesh, each blow taking out skin and
even small chunks of bloody tissue. The pain made her shake and caused her
vision to blur. She could feel the blood streaming down her thighs and legs as
the pain intensified. Had not Bareback glanced over at her and realized what was
happening, there is no telling how much damage they might have done. He strode
over and in a loud voice told them that they were to stand down and remain on
the sidelines until he told them differently. For a brief moment Chloe felt
indebted to her savior; then he dashed that as he said, "Looks as if I have to
take you down and keep you on a leash. You give me any trouble and I will take
the skin off your ass for openers. In fact if you don't do exactly what I tell
you from now on, I will let them really go to town on you."
Chloe slumped to the cold concrete floor the moment she was freed from
the posts. Bram grabbed her by the hair and half dragged her towards the table
on which Honey was being raped. Now that the young agent was able to concentrate
without also contending with the terrible pain of her beating, she began to
wonder why through all the terrible things that were happening to her, Honey had
not spoken a word or made any sound at all. She surmised it had something to do
with the leather hood she wore.
Bareback must have figured she was curious about the hood, so while he
waited for the plumpish blonde to finish ruining her victim's anus, he described
what had led to this. "Your girlfriend is even dumber than you are, if that can
be possible. We reeled her in the same time we decided to take you under our
wing. She was even less cooperative than you were, so we had to spirit her away
a bit earlier than we had originally planned. She still refused to play ball, so
we put her in the helmet yesterday. What that neat little piece of work does is
totally prevent her from making any sound. It also prevents her from seeing,
hearing or smelling anything. However she can still feel, and we've been giving
her lots of stimulation in that area. It's a shame we can't hear what her
reaction to all this has been." Chloe was slack-jawed when he finished telling
her this.
She was still trying to come to grips with everything she had seen and
experienced when he ordered her to get down on her knees and get him erect so he
could rape Honey's asshole once again. She complied and was soon choking on his
thick cock as it swelled inside her mouth. His hands held her head in a grip of
steel as he controlled her every movement, making sure that he got what he
wanted from her. At last he allowed his saliva coated cock to pop free of her
suctioning mouth. He gave the leash to the man standing behind them.
"She gives you any trouble, choke the bitch until she's on her knees and
begging." Chloe shuddered at the tone of his voice. She now stood within arm's
length of her roomie and lover, unable to aid her in any way. Honey's asshole
gaped dramatically, the stretched muscle ringed with blood that was still oozing
from the open wound that was formerly her anus. Bram Bareback took his time
making sure he was properly positioned; then he gave the young agent a wicked
grin as he plunged his hard weapon deep into the helpless blonde's bleeding
asshole.
Chloe winced as she watched Honey's body lunge up against the straps
holding her to the table. It was quite obvious that she was in terrible pain.
Bram began to hammer away inside his victim, moving his hips so that his cock
went from side to side as it burrowed to its full length inside Honey's
tender,twitching channel which now was bleeding profusely. He leaned over and
grabbed her bruised and blistered breasts in his large powerful hands and began
to twist and yank them as he raped her furiously, his hard cock acting like a
piston as he ripped away at her insides.
The brutal attack on her lover forced the young agent to turn away,
unable to stand what she was seeing. She found herself face to face with the
guard that had threatened her only today; it turned out her name was Char, and
she was bound and determined to settle the score with Chloe. "I'm gonna be first
in line when you go down on that table. I'll jam big bertha so far up your
asshole it'll come out of your mouth, you can count on that, you prissy stuck-up
bitch!" Her voice dripped with venom as she threatened Chloe anew; then
emphasized her feelings by grabbing and painfully twisting one of her sore
nipples, bringing the agent to tears. The man holding the leash jerked it tight
and mumbled a threat of his own. "Knock off the crap, or I'll choke you out you
stupid cunt!" he snarled at Chloe.
Moments later Bram bellowed and began flooding Honey's spasming rectal
area with a huge load of boiling cum. He increased the speed and power of his
thrusts as he emptied his balls deep within her tender, twitching tunnel. During
this final assault on her, his hands tried to tear her big tits from her chest
wall. Failing in that, he had to console himself with twisting those heavy
melons until her body was bowed in agony as Honey desperately tried to relieve
the terrible pressure that he had been applying. His cock slithered free of her
gaping asshole, covered with blood, cum and everything else he had dislodged
from her bowels.
He took a couple of steps away from the table to allow the man holding
Chloe's leash to take his turn. As he transferred the leash to Bareback's hand,
he whistled at the damage that had been done to the hooded blonde's anus. "Damn,
I'll bet you could put a redwood tree up her asshole without touching the sides.
That is one messed up fuck hole. I guess I better use that cunt of hers, it's
got to be tighter than what's left of her asshole. Too bad she's got that damned
hood on, or I'd choke fuck her instead of dipping my wick in that swamp."
Bareback pointed to the floor and yanked Chloe's leash, forcing her to
her knees. He grinned sardonically and pointed to his dripping cock. "OK
Starkers, get busy and clean that mess off my cock before it sets up." Chloe
cringed; what he was ordering her to do was perhaps the most humiliating request
she'd heard to date. She hesitated and Bram suddenly pulled the leash tight
arond her throat, abruptly cutting off her air. The young agent began to choke,
calling attention to herself. A crowd quickly formed around the two figures and
watched the unequal struggle. Chloe's face grew red as she desperately tried to
relieve some of the pressure from the collar that was sinking into the flesh of
her neck.
Bareback leaned over until his face was inches from her. "This is your
last chance. The second I let go of this leash you better start swallowing my
cock as if your life depended on it. That's just an expression, what will happen
is that I will have yur nipples cut off here and now. Don't worry, you won't
bleed to death because the stumps will be cauterized with a soldering iron. We
have bigger and better plans for you, with or without those nipples." He
released his grip on the leash and took a step back. Chloe started to crawl
toward him, her mouth wide, her tongue flickering. There was a bright flash as
one of the audience began taking pictures of this latest act of degradation.
Chloe willed herself to accept the hard length of flesh into her mouth.
Bram took the opportunity to grab her by her hair and jam his cock deep into her
throat, causing her to choke and gag, spewing a thick coating of saliva over
this invader. He pulled free, creating a long strand of glistening saliva that
connected his cock to her mouth. Once more he plunged it deep into her throat
with similar results. Then he began to saw it back and forth inside her wet
mouth, feeling her tongue and lips washing away the remnants of his recent
assault on Honey Connover's asshole. All the while the camera's bulb continued
to flash over and over as the lens captured Chloe's total degradation. She
continued to swirl her tongue over every part of his cock that she could reach
and he stood there with a triumphant look on his face. This was another major
step in her downward spiral into total abject obedience to whatever he decreed.
When Bram pronounced his satisfaction with her clean up, there was some
mocking applause from the group. He smiled and gave an exaggerated bow and then
offered his hand to Chloe so that she could rise and also take a bow. Her
humiliation was now complete. What more could this brute of a man do to her? She
was about to discover that he seemed to have no limits in what he could conceive
for her to do. He snapped his fingers and two men stepped forward to take charge
of the stupified agent.
Soon she found herself once more hanging in the air, this time by her
wrists. Her legs were pulled wide apart and anchored to ring bolts located in
the concrete floor. Bram reappeared holding a wooden box beneath his arm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. One of our two guests has
graciously invited us all to take part in a game of darts. In this box are
twenty-four titanium tipped darts designed to my specifications. Unlike the
standard issue, these are much smaller and are configured to allow them to be
hurled at the target with a much greater velocity than can be generated by
standard wooden models."
"Each contestant will receive six darts. Agent Starkers has volunteered
to be the dart board, a special dart board, since the target is located behind
the rather fetching chastity belt she is wearing." As his words echoed througout
the room, Chloe began to blindly struggle against her bonds. There was nothing
she could do to prevent the terrible things that were about to happen to her.
Bareback continued to describe the rules of the game.
"Each dart is small enough to pass through the cells composing the metal
cage guarding her cunt. A hit is defined as a dart that penetrates through the
cage and into her cunt. Anything else is considered a miss. Any dart that
strikes any other portion of her body will cause the contestant to lose one
throw as a penalty. Naturally this means that the last dart is a free one if the
thrower is so inclined." There was a round of laughter and applause when he
finished speaking.
"What does the winner get?" someone asked. Bram arched his eyebrow,
doing his best impression of the wrestler called The Rock, and smirked. "He or
she gets to throw one dozen darts into the target from a distance half that of
the standard range allowed. There will be no penalties for any type of
misdirected throws." This answer brought gasps, whoops and a wild burst of
cheers from the group. Chloe was sure that she was in hell.
(To be continued)
