Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 11
Chloe's hellish existence continued. Vlad welcomed her back by opening
up a new front. The depths of depravity that this evil fiend exhibited held
everyone in awe. Most of these people were hardened warriors used to violence
and pain at a high level, but Vlad set new standards that would be discussed for
years afterwards by those who participated in this torture session.
Chloe was unable to understand the intentions of Vlad when his scalpel
opened up a thin line between her first pair of ribs. He continued this seeming
random pattern of cuts, slicing away at her rib cage area on both sides. The
others who continued to work the areas that he allowed them to have, kept one
eye on his every move, like Chloe, trying to discover what lay in store for the
young agent. Finally to finish his preliminary work his scalpel made the long
journey down her rib cage, first one side and then the other. These long cuts
were deeper than those already decorating her rib cage.
By now Chloe was beginning to hyperventilate, the fear of what he
planned next driving her into this state. It was then that it became apparent
what his depraved plan was. She suddenly felt sharp pain throughout her rib cage
area, the very same area he had spent so much time carving on. Now as she took
deep breaths due to her panic, the cuts were beginning to open up and the pain
level rose. This turned into a vicious cycle of panic which led to additional
pain, which in turn led to a higher level of panic. The spiral would continue
until something even more devastating took command of the agent's consciousness.
It was not long in coming. Vlad began to work on mutilating her feet.
What separated him from the rest of this pack of sadists was his knowledge of
the human body. It did not take a genius to home in on those very unique areas
that a woman possessed. There were the obvious ones such as her breasts,
including the nipples, her sex, both vulva and vagina, and all those delightful
areas that made up her erogenous zones. Even in this category many overlooked
the potential for pain that existed in such mundane parts of her body as the
backs of her knees, the armpits, even the groin area which was so sensitive to a
person with the right touch. Vlad knew these as well as many others. It was
these others that he was demonstrating to his compatriots.
Chloe was on the verge of losing her mind as the spiraling pain-panic
cycle built to a climax. Now there was this new pain to contend with; it came
from the spaces between her toes, as his blade slit the webbing connecting each
from the other. Four cuts on each foot and Chloe was a gibbering mass of
conflicting emotions, none of them positive or rational. Then he returned to her
toes and the level of pain rose dramatically, for now his little razor sharp
instrument was cutting the tender flesh that resided just at the nail boundary.
These cuts were made a bit deeper and done very slowly to maximize her agony. He
had achieved his objective, this new pain now dominated her world despite the
widening of those myriad cuts that had been made between her ribs. Chloe was now
in the lowest circle of hell, her limits had been reached.
Unfortunately for the agent, Vlad had become bored with her as a subject
for this type of pain and he bid her farewell by suddenly moving to her vulva
and slicing open the protective hood guarding her clitoris with one swift, sure
stroke of his blade. For a second Chloe could not feel anything, than a wall of
agony fell upon her and she was in darkness. When she awoke she was once more
strapped to the rape table and the first person she saw was a grinning Bram
Bareback. Then her heart stopped, because standing beside him was that
green-eyed monster who had driven her to near madness. Chloe became hysterical,
her screams echoing throughout the room, playing a counterpoint to the shrieks
issuing from Honey Connover as a group of novice surgeons busily cut away
portions of the flesh between her ribs and toes.
Bareback and Vlad were chatting like old friends, the special agent
smiling and nodding as Bram described the techniques he'd used to break Chloe's
spirit. Then Vlad made some observations about Chloe's mental state and
mentioned a new piece of equipment that he wanted to test on her since she was
close to being unsuitable for further torture. Bram was beside himself with glee
at the prospect of not only being able to witness her total disintegration as a
person, but gaining some cachet with the organization from his relationship with
this very special agent.
Chloe could even make out some of the words that went back and forth,
but they made little sense. She heard "mechanical
pump....repetition....inversion....cycling to failure", none of it meant
anything to the weakened young woman who was near death, even if she didn't
realize it as yet. She heard the sound of something being wheeled towards her
bed of agony; then she saw it.
It was a rather innocuous piece of black metal with a pair of tubes
attached to ports on its sides. Had she been able to get a closer look she would
have seen the metal coils within the tubing. Still this probably would have
meant little to her, but to Vlad and Bram Bareback, her supervisor, it was the
ultimate torture machine for field interrogation.
The machine had a self contained power supply that allowed it to be run
for one hundred hours before it needed to be recharged. It was capable of
delivering temperatures of up to 100 Celsius, the boiling point of water, and
lowering the temperature of any particular liquid medium to well below the
freezing point of water. This was accomplished by passing the medium, be it
liquid or gas, over the coils which supplied the heat or cold. In another mode
the pump could pull a hard vacuum, down to perhaps a pascal, more than
sufficient for any imaginable need when it came to torturing a person.
The presence of the special agent drew a group of curious onlookers,
eager to witness more of his incredible penchant for cruelty. Chloe could only
watch and wait for whatever new torments to which he would subject her. She had
little time to prepare herself, for he produced a pair of half spheres made from
a transparent material. Each had a fitting in the center which allowed them to
be attached to the twin hoses that ran from the machine. "Perhaps you'd like to
see what agent Starkers will look like after some reconstructive surgery, that
is if she survives this little demonstration." Vlad said as he placed the
spheres over her breasts which were a bit below average in size, but well shaped
according to many of the women who had had the pleasure of kissing and nibbling
them. "We'll start this at room temperature to show how merely cycling her tits
can cause terrible pain; watch closely." For some odd reason Chloe focused on
the blonde woman from HR who watched raptly.
There was no noise, just a quiet hum as the machine sprang to life.
Chloe gasped in shock and then pain as her breasts grew large and then shrank
back to normal. Vlad smiled down at her and she knew something horrible was
about to happen. It suddenly felt as if a giant hand was trying to tear her
breasts from the muscles holding them to her chest. It wasn't one strong tug, it
was a series of yanks that grew stronger and faster in a matter of seconds. She
started to scream in terror and pain as it felt as if the machine was about to
literally tear them from her body. She began to pound her head against the table
in hopes of knocking herself senseless, but failed. Then abruptly the sensation
of pressure and pain disappeared. The face of the blonde woman was contorted and
drool was actually dripping from her lips as she stared, transfixed, at what she
had just witnessed. Chloe knew that the blonde's panties, if she wore any, were
soaking wet from the experience.
Vlad decided that Chloe needed some time to recover her equilibrium
before she was exposed to another facet of the machine's capability. He wiled
away the moments by describing the experience his section had with a test
subject. "Our subject was a woman in her late thirties who was extremely well
endowed. She worked in the embassy of a nation that shall remain nameless and we
were aware of her true function. Miss Double D as we called her, for obvious
reasons, proved to be very resistant to our normal methods of interrogation.
However after an hour attached to the machine she gladly told us all we wanted
to know."
"As it turned out, our subject had a strong streak of masochism which
enabled her to last as long as she did. We noticed that she had at least four
very powerful orgasms while the machine pumped her breasts flat and then
reinflated them to an even larger size before starting the process all over.
Towards the end, the cycle time was approximately thirty seconds. Naturally she
was stark naked during this procedure and other appliances were working on other
portions of her anatomy in concert with the machine."
"During her post interrogation interview she described the machine as
the most fantastic experience she had ever had. This was high praise indeed,
coming from a masochistic woman who had already displayed an extremely high
threshold for pain. She likened the machine to a pair of five hundred pound
babies suckling from her breasts. The sensations became so intense toward the
end that she realized that within a matter of minutes she would likely suffer a
severe heart attack. So it definitely was the machine that broke her resistance,
which was a giant step in our effort to fully develop its total capabilities. In
fact, agent Starkers is the first woman to finally experience the machine full
up with all susbsystems active and available. It should be very interesting to
see how long she lasts before her heart gives out."
The story coupled with his last comment about her impending heart attack
drove the young agent into another frenzy of fear. The doctor was called over to
give her a sedative and then special agent Vlad sprayed her face with an aerosol
that would heighten her senses, balancing out the sedative, but now making her
able to endure much of what would follow. Now almost everyone was crowded around
Chloe except for the Ringer who was trying to go Vlad one step further as he
worked to remove Honey Connover's clitoral hood.
Vlad made a few minor adjustments to the black box and then gave Chloe
another taste of its capabilities. This time smaller cups were fastened to her
areolas. The machine hummed to life and the agent was treated to alternating
bursts of heat and cold as her nipples grew to gigantic size. The sensations
were discordant, her mind was barely able to keep up with the conflicting
signals that raced through her synapses. Gradually the pain began to dominate
and Chloe's cries grew louder and more shrill as her nipples burned from both
the cold and the heat. There were excited comments and gasps from the group of
onlookers as the agent's nipples turned red, then crimson, and finally purple
before Vlad relented and turned the device off. By then Chloe was exausted from
screaming and reacting to the mixed messages she received continuously as she
was tortured. Another rest period was in order.
Vlad leaned down so only Chloe could hear what he said. "I will let you
choose my dear. Will it be your sore clit or that very, very sensitive pisshole
that feels the next little dose of stimulation? Take your time and mull it over.
I personally would love to see how much punishment that bladder of yours can
really take, but you may have other ideas. Please let me know before we begin,
or I shall have to use it on both of those tender spots." Chloe was speechless,
her mind straining at its weakened moorings to reality.
Minutes later Vlad cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and
announced, "What will it be my dear, your bladder or clit? I'll count to three
and then I'll decide for you, if need be; one..two..three! Too bad agent
Starkers, you lose. I choose both....simultaneously!" The onlookers clapped and
some even shouted praise for his brilliant choice. Char and Bronwyn moved
closer, their eyes glittering with anticipation. Even the Ringer came over to
join them, his job completed.
He held up the severed hood of flesh that he had just amputated from
Honey's clit so that Chloe could see it. "Too bad your friend passed out. The
doc says she's on the verge of going into a coma, so he won't let me perform
surgery on her anymore today, how very sad." His words had no meaning to Chloe
in her present state of mind. The aerosol had boosted her senses to the point
that she was trying to assimilate everything she saw, heard and felt at the same
time, bringing her mind close to overloading from the excessive stimulation it
was receiving.
Two small cups were fitted over the entrance to her bladder and onto her
exposed clit and its split hood. Vlad tinkered with the controls and explained
to the crowd that this particular torture was a first and would involve almost
all of the separate functions that the machine was capable of operating in
parallel. "Unfortunately this portion of the device was not available to us when
we put Double D through her paces afterward to make sure that what she provided
was accurate in all details. After I finish this phase of the testing, I'll give
you all the gory details which will act as an introduction to what I hope Chloe
will be able to take after this little tiptoe through the tulips." His attempt
at humor rather usrprised Bram Bareback, who mentally filed this observation
away for future reference.
The special agent had programmed the machine to alternately deliver a
heated and then supercooled oil to Chloe's bladder, pumping each into her until
it held its maximum capacity which would be determined by a tiny sensor that was
embedded into her bladder prior to the admission of the oil. The next part of
the program called for the pump to empty Chloe's bladder of the oil and then
substitute the second version.
In parallel the machine would pump the air from the region around the
young agent's clit to make it enlarge and come completely free of the lacerated
hood. Once this was achieved the tube connected to her clit would begin to pump
alternating loads of heated and cooled gas to the sensitive nubbin of flesh.
After a set interval of time elapsed, the two competing processes would switch
and thus her bladder and clit would now react to an entirely different set of
torments. As a goal he planned to give Chloe a ten minute session before
allowing her time to recuperate so she could be tortured again. If all went well
she would undergo the final portion of her ordeal until such time as she could
no longer physically meet the demands on her nervous system.
There were many in the group who could not fully understand what would
be occurring and how it came to pass, but they uniformly were eager to see the
young agent writhing in agony as she was driven to the brink, and perhaps over
the edge into madness. The blonde from HR was positively dripping at the
prospect of seeing this young woman torn to pieces by this cold, impersonal
piece of machinery. To Bronwyn it was a fantasy come true. Few realized just how
much she hated those young women who lorded it over her at the complex. She knew
deep down that they were not as good as she and it gave her a thrill to have
this opportunity to see two of them brought so low. Strangely enough it was
Adele who was the only one among them who felt any sympathy for the situation
Chloe found herself in at the moment.
Adele Rankine relived the time when she too was the center of attention
of a group of torturers, all eager to break her will and make her grovel. Like
Chloe and Honey, she too leaned strongly toward the lesbian side of the ledger
and was proud of that fact. By the time they had finished with her she had moved
dramtically toward the center of things and relationships sexual. She became the
willing assistant and slave to her current supervisor, Bram Bareback, who still
to this day enjoyed having her gang raped on occasion just to demonstrate his
control over her.
As soon as the machine went into its programmed routine, Chloe began
screaming her lungs out. At first the dominant source of pain came from her clit
and its lacerated hood, as the protective flesh was stripped away, while her
clitoris became crimson and swollen as it grew larger from the pressure
differential that had been developed by the initial pump-down. When the
supersensitive nubbin of sex flesh began to experience the wildly varying
temperatures delivered by the gas loads she nearly lost her voice from
shreiking.
Possibly due to the sedative, it took a few minutes before she began to
appreciate the pain that was involved in the abrupt filling and emptying of her
bladder. The tough elastic bag began to lose its ability to reshape itself as
quickly as the loads that were being put on it. The pain became overwhelming as
her bladder slowly began to fail. There was an excited murmur that grew as the
heated and cooled oils began to show signs of blood from that narrow inch and a
half channel separating the opening of her urethra and her bladder.
The first switch-over nearly drove Chloe to madness; her mind became a
scrambled mess as her synaptic paths overloaded and she could no longer match
the pains to their sources. For a second her bladder felt as if it had been set
afire, then a moment later it was her clit that suffered the agonies of
frostbite. Finally her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she passed out.
Vlad uttered a few choice curses as he terminated the routine. He quickly
regained his composure, not wishing to show any weakness to these people. "It
looks as if our subject is a lot further gone than the good doctor had
estimated." As he spoke, Vlad stared fixedly at the squirming medical man who
realized that he was to bear the brunt of any failure to keep the young agent
alive.
The harried physician quickly came to see what state Chloe was in,
checking her pulse, respiration and listening to her heart beat. He muttered to
himself and then informed Bram Bareback that the agent was failing fast and
could not endure very much more without becoming permanently harmed or worse.
Since Bram's plans for Chloe extended well beyond what was going on this
weekend, he was strongly motivated to do the best he could to refrain from
putting her in harm's way today. On the other hand this green-eyed monster
disguised as a man did not seem to view Chloe in the same way as Bareback did.
The supervisor decided to have a private discussion with Vlad to
determine Chloe's fate. To his surprise and great relief Vlad seemed to be a
most understanding listener. Then when Bram was finished, he gave him a grim
smile and asked about using the "quick healer" drug as a backup in the event
that his next little treatment took her over the line betweeen life and either
severe, permanent damage to her mind and body, or death. Bram became very
nervous at this condition; the drug was still in its experimental phase and
there was much that was still a mystery about the way it worked and whether it
was a universal or selective answer to many yet untested physical traumas.
"Think of it; if it can bring these agents back from where I have placed
them, then I will become a strong proponent for additional funding to bring this
drug into the mainstream as far as the agency is concerned. You should be
willing to take this risk. It costs you nothing except time and the loss of two
agents who seem to be of dubious value to the organization. Trust me, my way is
the wiser for both your career and the very interesting technology that you seem
to be developing." Bram bowed his head in a sign of acceptance of the special
agent's logical arguments and the power he wielded at the highest level of the
agency.
Acting as if nothing had happened Vlad launched into his story about the
test subject and her second encounter with the machine. He held everyone in the
palm of his hand as he continued his little expose'.
"A few weeks after the first interrogation we brought Double D back for
a follow-up session to make sure that she hadn't forgotten something of
importance. This time we used another version of our prototype device; it could
deliver a hard vacuum within a matter of twenty seconds and it had the
additional capability of being able to pump a special colloidal substance in and
out of the subject at a rapid rate. The total cycle time, I recall, was
something of the order of thirty seconds to deliver and remove nearly a liter of
material."
"We began by using the hard vacuum on her lower intestines. Great care
had to be exercised to avoid rupturing her colon or any other section of the
intestinal wall. She managed to take nearly thirty minutes of this treatment
with a number of rest periods to regain her senses and answer a few detailed
questions to demonstrate her command of the information that she provided
earlier. During this testing period our subject did manage to squeeze off a
couple of orgasms that were exceptional in strength and duration. By this time
her rectum had been almost completely inverted and had taken on the appearance
of a baboon's ass, swollen and crimson in coloration. It took nearly forty-eight
hours before her colon returned to its prior state."
"Next we hooked her vagina up to the device and gave her a ten minute
run. She became comatose intially due to the pain that as induced by the
submicroscopic particles abraiding the walls and other regions of her vagina.
Drugs were used to rouse her and she was questioned as before, providing the
same general information. Just to be sure we put her back on the machine and
gave her another ten minute dose. At the end she was blowing blood bubbles from
her vagina and there was no evidence of any sexual arousal, another major
breakthrough for the device."
His little story had aroused many of those who heard it, especially
among the men. Bronwyn was the only woman who owned up to being sexually excited
by the prospect of torturing a naked woman with a device of this type and in
this brutal a fashion. Secretly she was hoping that Chloe and her blonde friend
might somehow be subjected to this form of delicious depravity, but that was not
to be for very long.
At Bareback's request, the physician gave Chloe an injection that
brought her around. She still was groggy and reacted weakly when the suction cup
was placed over her sphincter. Vlad made some adjustments and looked up at the
crowd with a smile that seemed more like a grimace. Almost immediately her
rectum inverted and began to form a red mushroom-like column of flesh that
flowered as the result of the rapid application of the vacuum and then the
equally rapid decompression that resulted as the vacuum was released. It did not
take many cycles before as much of her intestines as could be diverted through
her anus surfaced. To Chloe it felt as if a massive fist was beating against her
sensitive rectum from the inside. She was unable to handle the pain despite the
drugs she had been given, and quickly lapsed into unconsciousness. Vlad let the
machine run for a few more seconds before killing it. Chloe's future on this
plane of existence was now in the hands of the fates.
(To be continued)
