Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 12
Chloe's cold, blue skinned body was wheeled from the room. Many of the
people who were still busy tormenting Honey stopped long enough to watch her
corpse-like form being removed. Soon they would once more be entertained by the
sight of the buxom blonde being brought as close to death as was possible by the
terrible machine that the green-eyed special agent had used to nearly end
Chloe's life.
Bram Bareback was not as confident as he had acted while Chloe was being
driven to the edge, and perhaps beyond. He was not a scientist and his knowledge
of the "quick healer" drug was merely superficial. There had been many meetings
that he had sat through listening to the men in the white coats, as he described
the technical people, describe the properties of the various neurotransmitters
that comprised the drug that offered such great promise.
To date it had shown startling results, in some cases, that it could
indeed halt pain, could cause the symptoms of shock to disappear and bring
people back from the brink of death. However for every documented success, there
were twice as many failures or neutral results. Whether this latest variation
that had recently been delivered was any great improvement was moot. Chloe would
be the first test subject, and she was certainly going to be a challenge for the
drug.
This new version was the latest in a long line of cocktails, a blend of
the three major neurotransmitters: amines, amino acids and peptides. These
components had the capability to control muscle contractions, blood circulation,
brain functions and pain. The trick was to come up with a combination that was
properly balanced, and then make them kick in at the appropriate times in the
correct sequence. The agency had spent large sums on developing computer
programs to determine all the variables that controlled the cocktails and their
behavior. This was the latest product of this effort.
Bram stood by and watched the medical man prepare the first injection.
The instructions were to wait for a minimum of eight to a maximum of fourteen
minutes for the first injection to take effect. If all went well, Chloe's very
low blood pressure would begin to elevate towards normal and her shallow
respiration would increase dramatically. Her reflexes would begin to respond to
stimuli, but the improvement would not be substantial as yet. The special agent
paced the floor like an expectant father waiting for some sign that the drug had
begun its work to bring agent Chloe Starkers back from the brink of death.
The young agent was in what looked to be a large crib with a number of
umbilicals running from her body to the monitors located within the main console
that provided a graphical display of her vital signs. Presently they were
uniformly low, in some cases almost zero. As the minutes dragged by they
remained constant. Eight minutes came and went. Bareback's pacing grew more
rapid as the pressure built within him. It was not the fear of losing an agent
that caused this tension, but rather the dread feeling that this one would be a
failure like so many others. At twelve minutes he was beginning to accept and
rationalize the potential failure that was only a couple of minutes away. It was
just one more small trial balloon among many. There would be others and sooner
or later, if the agency stayed the course, one would succeed.
He heaved a sigh that was painfully audible to the attending physician
as minute fourteen elapsed. "Son of a bitch! When will I ever catch a break.
This is the pits!" No sooner were the words out of his mouth when the monitor
began to show change in the agent's vital signs. He and the doctor exchanged
tight smiles as the realization swept over them that perhaps this version would
be the one they were looking for after all.
Bram Bareback sweated through three more injections and a little over
two hours before Chloe Starkers showed the first sign of returning to
consciousness. Her voice was low and her speech seemed to be garbled at first;
but with time they were able to make out the words that she was speaking as she
struggled to return to the world of the living. "My ribs hurt when I
breathe........Damn, what happened to my pussy?.....God it feels like I've been
fucked by a water buffalo." With these words Chloe Starkers took her place once
more in the land of the living. If he had been able, Bareback would have turned
cartwheels in his moment of pure elation; the damned drug had worked like the
boys in the white coats had hoped it would, oh so many, many months ago when
they started out on this quest for their holy grail.
Returning Chloe to the land of the living was child's play in comparison
to the challenge that Honey Connover provided. It seems that Vlad had decided to
make the cut that went from ear to ear on his victim a bit deeper, so that every
breath caused tiny bubbles of blood to develop along the incision. He didn't
stop there, his scalpel found its way to that region separating her vagina from
her anus and he had carved that up as well. Like Chloe, Honey was introduced to
the little black machine and if anything her ordeal was even more intense and
lengthier than her predecessor. Certain regions of her breasts had literally
been made to explode by means of another attachment that fit snugly over her big
tits, but was too large to produce the same effect on Chloe's much smaller and
differently shaped breasts.
Special agent Vlad had accompanied his victim into the small lab area,
and observed the process of hooking her up to the monitoring equipment and
beginning the drug introduction procedure. As in the case of Chloe the drug did
not take effect within the predicted time envelope, and it was almost
twenty-five minutes before she began to display positive signs in her vital
functions which were at an even lower level than her roommate. This did not
cause as much concern in Bareback since he had already experienced the anxiety
of waiting for the drug to take hold. Vlad chose to leave once he was assured
that the drug was working. He pulled Bram aside and told him to expect an
additional level of financial support to become available within a month.
However it took over three hours for Honey Connover to regain
consciousness, but she unlike Chloe, never spoke. The fact that Honey was losing
a great deal of blood when she was brought into the lab was of grave concern to
the physician. However the drug seemed to act differently on this one, steming
the loss of blood first, since this was the critical element controlling her
survival. This was a new phenomenon and the medical man was quite excited by
this behavior. There was still much that they did not understand about this
mysterious concoction of neurotransmitters, but at least in these two cases the
drug worked as intended.
Now an excited Bram Bareback was about to put stage two of his plan into
operation. It was nearly three weeks before the pair of agents were sufficiently
recovered to begin undergoing the various surgical procedures that would rebuild
their bodies and give them an entirely different identity. This would be
absolutely necessary in light of their new assignment.
Once more the technology that the bureau possessed was well in advance
of what was considered cutting edge in the commercial world. For example they
had a material that could be used as a substitute for human flesh. When injected
into the body and then activated with low energy x-rays, the material assumed
the identity of the flesh surrounding it. For Chloe this meant that she was
gifted with something she had secretly wanted ever since puberty, large shapely
breasts; breasts that were firm and melon-shaped, with scarcely a sign of sag.
However they also decided for reasons that would become apparent to the
agent later on, to give her a face whose skin was pockmarked as if she had
suffered some disease as a child. She underwent rhinoplasty that left her with a
larger nose, one that had a hump on it. Injections of collagen plus, a bureau
upgrade to the standard fibrous protein used by the practioners of cosmetic
rejuvenation were made to reshape her lips permanently. The artificial flesh was
used to give her wider hips, and her flat bottom was turned into twin mounds of
flesh that jiggled as she walked.
Her vagina did not escape untouched either. A procedure was used that
resulted in a significant loss of its elasticity and muscle tone; almost the
exact opposite of the vaginal rejuvenation procedures that were being introduced
to an eager portion of the female population. Chloe's vagina now was the type
that was associated with a two dollar whore, not far from the cover that she
would assume in her new assignment.
Special hormone creams were used to accelerate the growth of her pubic
and armpit hair. Thanks to a process that used a powerful dye capsule implanted
within those areas, her body hair grew thick and now was black as night. Another
dye that was ingested daily for a period of three weeks left her skin a much
darker shade, almost as if there had been a touch of midnight integration in her
genetic history. The hair on her head was now black, not that mousy brown shade
she originally had, and much thicker as well as being curly instead of straight.
The final touch left her in a depressed state for a number of days. Her
carefully tended teeth, always flossed, brushed a minimum of three times daily
and submitted to the tender mercies of her dental hygienist promptly at six
month intervals were turned into uneven rows of chipped and mottled canines,
incisors and molars. To finish the oral remake, five teeth were pulled,
including one in the front of her mouth.
The finished, remodeled Chloe Starkers took some getting used to. For
weeks the agent winced every time she looked at herself in a mirror. She had
difficulty in reacting to herself when she caught reflected glimpses of the new
Chloe while she was walking around in various sites becoming accustomed to how
her new body moved.
In parallel with this total reconstruction, Chloe was being taught a new
language, and given a manufactured background that was drummed into her day and
night. Even while she slept fitfully, her mind was being fed all manner of
information on who she was, where she grew up and how she had become what she
was, a prostitute with a drug habit and a taste for pain.
Once more Chloe's organization had the knowledge and technology to
guarantee that Chloe Starkers, now Magda Neta, did indeed have a drug habit, had
low self-esteem and a predilection for pain. They also managed to alter her
personality to the point that she truly enjoyed heterol sex at the conscious
level, even though deep within she was repelled by this guilty pleasure she had
somehow acquired.
These miracles were accomplished by means of a combination of
hypnotherapy, powerful mind-altering drugs and implants that released chemicals
into her bloodstream that elevated her libido to levels well above normal and
fostered a need for opiates. In the case of her low self-esteem, Bram Bareback
could take credit for that part of her new personality. Under these conditions
it was natural for Magda to resort to prostitution to satisfy these needs.
Magda had a passport that showed her to be a citizen of Albania. Like so
many of her countrymen she had emigrated from her homeland to seek work
elsewhere. There would be no reason for the authorities of the country she was
placed in to doubt her papers or motive for being there. Selecting the area in
which she was to be planted had been exhaustively researched by the best minds
in counterterrorism at the agency.
They had finally selected Tunisia as their listening post. The two
agents were to be sent to different regions of the country. Her dossier showed
that Chloe had some knowledge of French and thus she was chosen for Tunis, the
largest city in the country and a jumping-off point for terrorists wanting to
infiltrate European nations such as Italy, Greece and Germany. Honey would work
in one of the towns close to the oil fields, another conduit for those
interested in establishing a beachhead in Europe.
The only thing that remained was to guarantee that the programming of
the two agents had taken. A dry run lasting for one month was set up for each.
Chloe would work in the DC area while Honey, now a voluptuous redhead with a
deep scar on her cheek and an appetite for drugs that was monumental, would
hustle customers in the suburban townships of Virginia and Maryland, moving from
one area to the other almost daily. Fellow agents, disguised as their pimps,
would oversee their progress and protect them from the types who preyed on the
ladies of the night.
Chloe took to her new occupation like a fish to water, surprising her
handler with a voracious appetite for sex in all its myriad forms. Her customers
never seemed to be bothered by her poor teeth and less than attractive face. Her
new tits were her major selling point and she made the most of it. Chloe showed
a partiality for being tit-fucked and quickly made it a part of the package of
"services" she offered to the johns who hired her. She wasn't intimidated by the
requests for anal intercourse, rimming and even golden showers that her more
adventuous clients asked for. Her motto seemed to be, "If you can pay for it,
we'll do it."
Her handler used her enthusiasm to let her gain some experience dealing
with those with a darker side. He believed that her cover was improved if she
carried the badges of her trade; bruises, cuts and even an occasional black eye.
One evening he allowed one of her weirder customers to decorate her breasts and
bottom with welts from the beating he gave her with his strap. Chloe reacted to
this event as programmed, thanking him afterward for showing her who was boss
and promising an even hotter time the next time they had a date. It turned out
that he was arrested for soliciting the very next night and wound up spending a
month in county jail. He would never understand how he had this run of bad luck,
but had the agent had his way, the luck would have been much worse, to wit a
broken leg.
Chloe's drug habit proved to be manageable. Her need could be satisfied
with highly diluted amounts as long as they were given to her daily. If she did
not receive her daily fix, it took another half day before she was unable to
function properly. Some minor adjustments had to be made to the implant that
triggered her need for drugs. Where she was going the amount that opiates were
cut was not as great as once it reached the streets in countries such as the US.
This was one of the main concerns the people operating this listening post had.
Their fears were actualized on a few occasions with Honey, but Chloe/Magda
managed to cope with her nasty little habit.
To date Magda had no need to use her new mother tongue. In fact where
she was going french would have to do except in extremely rare cases. English
was verboten. This was an issue that those involved in her new assignment had to
deal with. It took some additional tinkering with her internal controls, but
finally Magda would not react to hearing english and only a very specific
command, in french, from her handler would trigger her use of that language.
Once she completed her training period, demonstrating an aptitude for
her new profession that was startling, she was given a final examination by a
panel of bureau experts. Among the panel were Bram Bareback and Adele Rankine,
those most responsible for reducing the former agent to a totally dependent
slave, unable to resist obeying whatever orders she received from the pair.
This test lasted for nearly two days. During that time she was not fed
and the only liquid she drank was urine, hers as well as that from those
involved in stress testing her. She stepped into the examination room wearing
her prostitute gear consisting of a tight tube top that molded itself to her big
tits with their fat, stiff nipples, capri pants that outlined the thong she had
on beneath, her fuck-me pumps with lacy socks and a large white plastic purse in
which she kept the essentials, a dozen condoms, a couple of tubes of lube and a
disposable douche.
They had her stand beside a full sized photograph of her former self,
agent Chloe Starkers. The contrast was breathtaking. There was no way that one
could imagine that these two women were one and the same. Someone spoke to her
in Albanian, asking her what she charged for a blowjob. Her reply of five
dollars American brought laughter from the panel when he translated it to them.
Bram then ordered her to strip and show the panel what her new body looked like.
Her big tits and the thick patch of unruly pubic hair that grew like a jungle
between her thighs caused a few obscene comments and some laughter as well. When
she raised her arms to display what was growing in her pits the opinions
expressed seemed to reflect the fastidious nature of this country's cultural
bent.
Adele ordered Magda to squat and show them how she masturbated. The
agent complied quickly and soon the panel was treated to her fingers rapidly
working on her hairy slit and the fat clit that had slipped from its hood. The
panel sat there fascinated at the display this wanton was providing. Bram
suggested that they wait until she got off, being curious as to just how
powerful were these new sexual urges that had been planted in her psyche. After
a few minutes her scent reached the group examining her. One wag took out his
billfold and extracted a five dollar bill from it that he waved in her
direction. Bram frowned at this childish display, but could not help smiling at
how the new Chloe's eyes fastened themselves on the money the man was
displaying.
This was just the beginning of her exhaustive evaluation that lasted
nonstop for two days. She was interrogated by the hour to make sure that she had
her background down pat. She was threatened, intimidated and humiliated in so
many ways that she could hardly remember all of them. They made her piss into
her cupped hands and drink it down, making sure to lick her fingers clean of any
last drops. They took turns making her drink their piss. Since this was her only
source of liquid she became much more amenable to this form of humiliation as
the hours elapsed. They had her fist herself, and she actually managed to insert
her entire hand inside her loose cunt and work it around as the panel watched.
Her drug habit proved to be her most serious handicap. By the middle of
the second day she began to hallucinate and babble in english as well as her
other two tongues. She regressed to her former self, the broken Chloe, unable to
function and fearful of anyone or thing that approached her. Bram Bareback had
done a very good job in this regard. Her ability to regress to what was in
essence an infantile state was her last line of defense, and it proved to be
most effective.
The panel unanimously recommended that the project for which Chloe had
spent many months training go forward. Two days later she was off to Albania,
from where she would begin her trek to Tunisia. From now on she was on her own,
depending on her wits and guile to achieve her objective of reaching this
African nation where the terrorist enemy was massed in great numbers.
(To be continued)
