Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 13
Arrangements had been made through friends at Langley to have Chloe, now
Magda Neta, flown to the Balkans, where she would be dropped off and left to
make her way into Albania and ultimately to Tunisia. So early one chilly
morning, well before the sun came up, she found herself part of some mysterious
cargo that was being transported into the Kosovo area. Since this area still had
an enclave of ethnic Albanians residing there, it made an ideal jumping off
point for "Magda" to begin her journey.
It did not prove difficult for Magda to hitch a ride on a truck heading
toward Tirana. There were two men operating the large vehicle that was carrying
part of the cargo that had accompanied Magda from the US. Her two companions
spoke enough Albanian for her to negotiate a suitable exchange of services for
their assistance in getting her to the Albanian capital. All was going well
until about forty kilometers outside of their destination. Chloe was in the rear
portion of the cab applying her new found skills to getting one of the drivers
off for the second time since the trip had began. His thick cock was just
beginning to twitch and contract, a signal that she was about to get a mouthful
of cum that she'd soon swallow down to keep the other loads in her stomach
company.
The truck came to an abrupt halt and the blowjob was immediately put on
hold. She heard voices speaking in Albanian ordering the driver and everyone
else from the truck. It was obvious that the truck was being hijacked. She and
her companion scrambled from the back of the cab to join the other driver on the
side of the road. There were a group of ski-masked figures surrounding the trio
as others checked the load that was contained in the truck's rear section. They
seemed satisfied with their haul and after warning their captives not to make
any attempt to stop or follow them, they took over the truck and it rumbled off
in the direction of the city, trailed by two other nondescript autos. There was
nothing for them to do but begin walking in the same direction as the hijackers
had gone.
As they slowly walked along the side of the road, keeping an eye open
for traffic going in their direction, the drivers explained to her that what had
just occurred was commonplace in this part of the world. In this particular case
the cargo was quite a bit out of the ordinary. They would not realize this until
they found themselves facing some hard-faced police who grilled them mercilessly
about the details of this crime, and refused to accept anything that they were
told until it could be verified by the hauling company and the organization
destined to receive the shipment. Unfortunately for Chloe her story had some
small holes in it and that led to her being further interrogated by still
another group of "specialists".
Despite all the training and hypnotic reinforcement, a cold hand wrapped
itself around her chest as Chloe was escorted into the small concrete room where
she would spend many hours spread over a number of days as her examiners probed
her story and background, looking for ties to this mysterious organization that
was responsible for so many recent hijackings. What she did not know was that
the same organization that had created her was behind this inquiry. Yet this
element had no idea that she too was part of their organization. This was small
satisfaction for what she was about to endure.
She quickly took in the set of manacles dangling from the hook in the
ceiling and the drain located in the floor below them. On the table she saw the
little hand cranked generator and knew that soon it would be sending jolts of
electricity through every sensitive portion of her naked body. Her two
interrogators were big beefy individuals, one already donning a pair of leather
gloves, no doubt to protect his hands while he punched her senseless. The other
had a thin lipped smile cutting across his face as he hefted a length of rubber
hose in his hand.
"Take off your clothing and stand there." he said, pointing toward the
drain. Chloe mentally prepared herself for what was to happen and decided not to
further antagonize them by resisting the order. "This one has a nice set of tits
on her. I hope we don't have to damage those big beauties too much before we're
done with her." Chloe let her bra drop to the floor and then stepped from her
cotton panties to reveal her thick pubic bush. "Look at that jungle between this
whore's legs! I'll bet she's a great fuck with that kind of fur growing from
her. The drivers tell me she was a good fuck and seemed to like fucking them
almost as much as they enjoyed her. I hope we can find out if they spoke the
truth."
The one wearing the gloves merely shrugged and motioned for her to raise
her arms so they could restrain her. "Damn! Look at that forest in her pits! I
just know this one will be a great fuck. I can hardly wait to get my dick into
her. I love hairy women and this one has great tits as well. Maybe I'll keep her
around once she's done telling us all we want to know."
His companion sighed and finally spoke, " You know that is not to be.
They will want to make sure, very sure that what she tells us is what she tells
them as well. We are just here to soften her up for the real interrogation. I
doubt if you'll want to have anything to do with what's left of her once they
are done." His words made Chloe's blood freeze. An overwhelming sense of deja vu
gripped her as the manacles were snapped shut round her wrists.
Chloe committed a tactical error, concentrating on the one who stood in
front of her, drawing his arm back to strike at her with the hose. It was then
that the other landed a vicious blow between her shoulder blades, driving the
air from her lungs and causing a lancing pain that ripped straight through her
body. For a brief moment she went into shock from the force of the blow. It was
then that the other feinted toward her with the hose and at the same time landed
a brutal kick to her left knee, knocking that leg from under her. Chloe felt as
if her knee had caught fire. Then her kidneys absorbed a one-two punch that made
her see stars. She would piss blood for some days afterward as a result of this
treatment.
The two of them worked as a team, driving blow after blow into her naked
body, never striking the same area twice, always complementing each other's
attack. The first time that the one with the hose actually used it on her was an
agonizing experience. He landed a solid shot across her big tits, flattening the
enhanced bags of flesh and making her feel sick to her stomach. It was then that
he brought up his knee and planted it directly between her cunt lips. Chloe
vomited up everything she had eaten in the last thirty-six hours. He easily
dodged the stream of partially digested material that flew from her mouth and
and slapped her across the face with the hose, just hard enough to make her
think he had broken her nose or perhaps her cheekbone. Once the numbness wore
off she gave thanks that no bones were broken.
Then the other one landed a brutal punch to the base of her spine and
her entire body went numb. Terror surged through her, she was crippled for life!
It was all over for her! She would be like a vegetable for the reminder of her
days. All these jumbled thoughts flashed through her mind before the pain took
over. The one facing her now stomped down on the top of her bare foot and she
collapsed and hung from the manacles like a marionette whose strings had been
cut. The hose fell upon her shoulders, first one and then the other. Then he
concentrated on her biceps, blasting away at the flesh with a fury that was
breathtaking. She would not be able to recover the use of her arms for nearly a
day once he finished pounding them until every blood vessel below the surface of
her skin was ruptured, turning her upper arms into two columns of swollen,
purple-black colored flesh.
They switched places, moving with a degree of grace that made her
realize how skilled they had become. She wondered for a moment just how many
other unfortunates like herself had hung from these very manacles and been
turned into chunks of swollen, bleeding meat before these two were satisfied
that there was no pain left that they could reasonably inflict upon their
victim. Chloe was a long way from this state as they demonstrated during this
next round of brutal punishment. Worse yet, they had not even begun to ask her
questions; questions she either did not have answers for, or those that she was
prevented by her programming from answering. Chloe began to realize that she
might not be able to survive this interrogation; she was in a classic no-win
situation. Her only hope was that they would become tired of beating and
torturing her and perhaps then send her on to their superiors who might be a bit
more understanding of her situation. She literally was an innocent bystander in
this matter.
The merciless pounding went on, the only difference now being that she
faced the one with the gloves and of the two, he frightened her more. As her
kidneys continued to be drubbed, this time with the hose, his gloved fists sank
deep into her tits, threatening to rupture those swollen bags of meat and
artificial materials. Chloe found it becoming more and more difficult to draw
breath as he pounded away at her chest cavity through her breasts. Meanwhile the
other moved his attack to her flanks, making the hose conform to her barrel
shaped ribcage. He moved up and down from one side to the other and soon Chloe
could not draw breath at all. With each blow her sight grew dimmer as she slowly
lost consciousness.
She was brought back awake to absorb further punishment. The one wearing
the gloves began to punch her in the pit of her stomach, bringing up more bile
as he used hooks and jabs alternately as if she were nothing but one of those
heavy bags that she and her fellow trainees worked on while she was at Quantico.
Now her buttocks were being pounded steadily by the rubber hose, each blow
adding to the swelling that took place as more and more of her skin became
mottled from the ruptured blood vessels beneath the stretched skin.
Then a new pain exploded into her consciousness; he had just driven his
foot into the back of her leg in the hollow behind her knee, collapsing her
limb. She began hopping, reacting to the loss of her leg as a support. The one
with the gloves stepped back for a brief moment and then drove his fist deep
into her cunt, making her gag from a combination of pain and shock. Her
remaining leg gave way as her assailant kicked it in the same area as the other.
Her arms now bore the full weight of her sagging body. The gloved fists now
began to rip into her upper arms, rupturing more and more blood vessels. The
pain was blinding. Then he aimed carefully and planted a set of vicious blows to
her vulnerable armpits. This new pain made her hair stand on end. Chloe retched
in response to the overwhelming pain that was tearing through her upper arms.
Evidently this activity had taken some toll on their strength and so
they took their leave, allowing Chloe to dangle helplessly from her manacled
wrists. She ached all over and the realization that this was just an
intermission gave her chills. Why hadn't they asked her anything? How long
before they'd return and then what might they subject her to this time? These
and other questions came and went in her mind as she tried her best to cope with
all the various pains radiating from almost every section of her naked body. Her
vomit was now drying on her breasts and belly and the odor was enough to induce
even further bouts of regurgitation on her part.
When the two of them returned, Chloe had fallen into something akin to a
trance, her eyes unfocused as she hung limply from her manacled wrists. They
wasted no time waking her up. One of them stomped on her bare foot, the very
same one that he had hurt originally. Chloe's eyes flew open and she gasped in
agony. The other buried his gloved fist into her groin, just above her hairy
cunt, and she brought up more bile. His companion grabbed a handful of her hair
and jerked her head from side to side creating another bolt of pain that lanced
throughher neck as the tendons were strained beyond their limit. He let go of
her hair and backhanded her across the face a number of times until her face was
flushed crimson. "Are you awake my pretty little whore? Are you in the mood to
answer a few questions, maybe more than a few?" he asked the dazed agent.
Somehow Chloe managed to respond to the standard questions concerning
her birthplace and age; the programming kicked in as planned and she began to
feel a degree of confidence that perhaps her cover story might just allow her to
survive this interrogation. Then the questions took off on a tangent that
indicated to her that they were probing to see if she was in any way involved in
the hijacking that had taken place. She decided to play it straight and answer
as truthfully as possible without breaking security. They were not too happy
with her responses. The questions flew thick and fast; Chloe began to become
disoriented and confused as they continued to bombard her with one accusation
after another. Finally one of them lost his temper and drove his fist into one
of her badly bruised tits bringing a scream of pain from her. The other cuffed
her over and over, clapping his palms against her ears, creating terrible pain
and making it difficult for her to even hear whatever they were yelling at her.
She knew that she was not going to get away without enduring a lot more pain.
She was proven correct almost immediately.
"Let's see how she responds to the strap; perhaps she's still in a
trance and needs something to wake her up from it." The speaker had removed his
gloves as he talked, and now undid the belt from his waist. Chloe immediately
fastened her gaze on the large metal buckle, it almost looked as if it should be
on a cowboy, not this brute from a backward European country. He noticed her
eyes focused on the buckle and he grinned. "It is a gift from one of my friends
that has come to help us stay free of those animals that border our country. Now
it can be used to perhaps help him to discover who has taken his goods. Are you
in league with those enemies of my friend? I will find out sooner or later, you
can be sure of that. Why don't you make it easier on yourself and confess what
you know of this matter to us." Chloe closed her eyes and prepared for the
worse.
She had forgotten about the other one until she felt this sharp pain
followed immediately by the loud popping sound that his belt made striking her
skin. His compatriot leaned into it and sank the metal buckle into one of her
tits, cutting off her scream in mid warble. From then on it was a slaughter.
They took the skin from her body with a skill that was frightening. Those belts
never seemed to hit the same spot twice, continuing to roam over her bleeding
frame to find new places to rip and tear as she bellowed in agony. This time
instead of each taking either her front or back, the two of them circled her
continuously, slashng away at whatever portion of her bare body became
available. When they started in on her face and neck, she began to fear for her
sanity, so great was the pain and so madly did she struggle to prevent this
terrible torment from continuing. Then as suddenly as it began, the whipping
ceased.
A very shaken Chloe blinked the tears from her eyes and prepared for
whatever else they had in store for her. While the one amused himself by seeing
how many cuts he could produce wth that metal belt buckle, his companion began
fiddling with the generator. The agent steeled herself for what was to come. She
was aware of the many apocryphal tales concerning prisoners who had died while
undergoing electric shock, because those employing this torture were not
conversant enough with the technique to use it effectively. How often had these
two employed it, and how many of their victims had come to an untimely death due
to their foulups?
She stared in fascination at his preparations; watching him strike an
arc between the alligator clips that would soon be attached to the most
sensitive portions of her anatomy. The other one noticed her concentration on
what was to come and so he stopped his attack on her body, deciding that what
was to come would be much more enjoyable than any further damage he could do to
her. However he could not resist one last swing that bit into her swollen tit
and tore a small chunk of meat from it. Chloe howled like a wounded animal at
this final assault on her person.
The first clip bit deep into her nipple, bringing a gasp of pain from
her. Its mate dug into the soft flesh of her armpit; now only a few inches
separated them. As the one put his belt back on, his compatriot began turning
the crank on the generator. At first the pain was minor, but as he spun the
crank faster and faster a jolt of electrical energy began burning a path between
the two clips, making Chloe sing a song of agony as her flesh seemed to cook
from the amount of power surging through it. Then he stopped the flow so she
could recover her strength sufficiently to take another jolting. Again he fried
her flesh ,this time stopping and starting the flow any number of times, not
allowing her to regain her composure before once more being burned to the core
by the stream of boiling electrons that flowed through her rippling flesh.
Now it was the other's turn, and he made the most of it. This time the
alligator clips were fastened to Chloe's earlobes. As he cranked the generator
to near its maximum, electricity raced though her brain. It was as if she had
the mother of all headaches. She felt her blood vessels constrict as a new path
was slowly burned into her brain. The pain was devastating, seeming to never
end. He finally tired and the flow of electrons was soon reduced to a trickle.
Then he once more started to ramp up the flow, frying thousands upon thousands
of her brain cells. She began to froth at the mouth from the pain, her jaws
clamping shut and then opening as the power rose and fell. The smell of roasting
flesh soon permeated the small room to the point that they had to discontinue
this torture until the smell could be cleared out.
For the next hour there was only the sound of the whirring crank, the
sparks that flew from the improperly grounded alligator clips, her incoherent
ravings as her naked body danced and shivered to the surge of fire that walked
through her defenseless form, and the sweet sickly aroma of burning flesh and
hair. Naturally they finally began to probe her genitals with the blazing arcs
of pure agony that they created within her body. For a time they had a contest
to see who could send the most power from her clitoris to the base of her cunt,
frying the super sensitive membranes that the flaming bolts passed through. Then
the electricity was run between her clit and piss hole, resulting in a flood of
urine that only made the power increase as it danced and arced its way up the
river of yellow that issued from her spasming bladder.
The last and most humiliating thing they did to her was run power
through her colon via one clip attached to her sphincter and the other buried
deep inside her asshole. Her bowels evacuated every bit of material that was
contained within her lower intestines. The stench was so odious that they had to
leave the room as the stream of semi-solid, brownish matter poured from her
twitching anus, running down her legs to pool at the drain which could not
handle the amount of fecal matter that was accumulating beneath her dangling
body. She never even felt the blast of cold water that sprang from the fire hose
they used to flush the brown mess down into the sewer system such as it was.
Their prisoner was finished for the day, but there would be tomorrow if she
continued to resist their efforts to get to the bottom of the hijacking.
( To be continued)
