Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 14
They didn't bother isolating her from the rest of the female prisoners
occupying the large holding cell. The great majority was there for the more
obvious crimes committed by such women. There were smugglers of all ages and
sizes, a cross section of the prostitute community and an occasional thief,
although the pickings for such people were slim at best. They gave Chloe a wide
berth once they saw the damage that had been done to her. No one wanted to
appear friendly to a person who had drawn the attention of the authorities like
this one.
There were a few veterans who were well known to the guards, who
depended upon them to keep order in the cell in exchange for small favors such
as cigarettes, an extra blanket or looking the other way if a certain younger,
more attractive inmate caught their fancy. For reasons known only to her, one of
the veterans took an immediate dislike to this buxom dark-haired prisoner. She
quickly snatched the blanket from Chloe's weak hands and gave her a sound cuff
to the head. The agent huddled on the floor trying to get her bearings. Later
that night when most of the inmates had gone to sleep she returned and dragged
the weakened woman over to where she usually slept and forced Chloe to lick her
rancid cunt until she got off. Then she allowed the agent to crawl under the
blankets and sleep the sleep of exhaustion.
By morning the first twinges of withdrawal symptoms made their
appearance. The last time she'd used, had been while she was with the truckers,
well over twenty-four hours ago. She managed to wolf down what passed for food
in this hell hole, and then waited for whatever was to occur that day. Two hours
later the guards came for her and she was taken back to that small concrete room
to face those two sadists once more. On the way over she had heard one of the
guards refer to her torturers by name, but she could not match the names to the
two faces that were slowly becoming deeply embedded in her memory.
To give her mind some relief from the constant pressure of their
questions and torments, Chloe decided that the one who used his belt buckle on
her yesterday was Zog. The name fit him, for he was blunt and brutal. It was not
Zog as in dog, but more like log, a massive piece of primeval wood yet to be
shaped into something useful. The other, who was more devious than his
compatriot was now Ilir, a name that sounded mysterious and much more difficult
to fathom. For some odd reason naming these two made them appear a bit less
animalistic and more like the race of beings that she belonged to. Over the
remainder of the day they did their best to convince her that she had badly
misjudged them; what little humanity that remained seemed to be buried far too
deep to manifest itself.
They hung her from her wrists like yesterday and picked up where they
left off without so much as a simple acknowledgment of her existence. That would
come later after she had been softened up to the point that she might wish to
provide them with the right answers for the same questions that they asked her
over and over. Zog had brought a new toy with him today and he put it to use
immediately. It looked like a baton, except it was made of metal. He moved
behind her and then she shrieked in agony as he rammed it deep into her rectum.
Before the pain and shock could subside even a bit, her insides were fried as he
triggered off the prod sending a bolt of electricity through her lower
intestines. "That ought to wake this pig from her sleep. I like this far better
than that damned cranking thing we used on her yesterday." As he finished
speaking, Zog gave her a second, longer jolt and stepped back as something
dribbled and bubbled from between her bruised and swollen buttocks.
Ilir proved to be old school she discovered, as he picked up the
electrical leads and clipped the cruel jagged jaws of metal to her lips, one at
the top corner and the other at the lower lip on the opposite corner. He
returned to the generator and cranked. It felt as if her face had caught fire.
She could smell the awful odor of broiling flesh and heated metal as the
electrons flowed from one corner of her mouth to the other as she shook her head
in a mad attempt to somehow tear the clips from her burning flesh. Then her face
felt as if it was immersed in wet concrete that was slowly beginning to set and
freeze her countenance into a mask of horror tinged with agony.
He stopped cranking and allowed her to settle back into a state less
chaotic. Then with that small smile he gave her another dose of hell. This time
she felt a new pain as the interior of her mouth began to literally steam as
anything that was liquid began to transform itself into gas, the vapor issuing
from her mouth in a cloud that amazed her torturers. Chloe passed out and
remained in a stupor for almost an hour, despite all their attempts to revive
her.
They resumed torturing her after the prison doctor had checked her over
and declared she was ready for more of the same. Zog jammed his electrical prod
into her cunt and fried her insides until she passed out. Even though she was
unconscious, Ilir put the alligator clips on her tongue and nose and sent a bolt
of power through her that made her come awake in pure terror and pain as the
flood of dancing electrons roamed up and down her sinus cavities, converting the
mucus contained in them into rivlets of boiling fluid that poured from her
nostrils a she screamed until her voice cracked.
They gave her a few minutes to rest before beginning her questioning.
Her voice was raspy, harsh, reflecting the deterioration of her mouth and
tongue, cooked and burned by the fiery assault. As happened previously, Chloe 's
answers were not to their liking and Zog finally lost his temper and slammed his
fist into her belly. He jabbed his prod into her armpits and burned away
portions of the hair and skin beneath as she screamed and croaked, begging and
pleading for mercy, and receiving none.
It was the sly one, Ilir, who came up with the idea of forcing water
into her stomach. It took some time for them to obtain the kind of tubing that
could be forced down Chloe's throat without rupturing it, and a fitting that
allowed them to connect the tubing to the water tap located on one of the walls.
For this torture it was necessary to have the agent on her back, her head by the
drain. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and her ankles were placed in some
shackles that they had found in a storeroom. Chloe struggled but was unable to
prevent them from threading the tubing down her throat. Her tormentors looked
down at her, their faces glowing with anticipation of what was to follow.
Zog opened the water tap to its limit in one turn and a torrent of
brackish water rushed through the tubing which acted as if it were a living
thing, twisting and turning as the flow worked to straighten the kinks in the
hose. Chloe's eyes grew wide and she began to struggle against her bonds. The
rush of water soon had an effect on her stomach, which grew round and then began
to bulge as it filled with more and more of the brownish liquid that issued from
the tap. Her struggles increased as her midsection got bigger and bigger, the
agent's body slowly changing into what looked for all the world like a pregnant
woman. Chloe's breathing became labored, it was becoming more and more difficult
to draw breath. The inexorable expansion of her water filled abdomen now began
to affect other organs in her body, especially her lungs.
The battle between her swelling belly and laboring lungs started to turn
in favor of her bulging midriff. Her stomach slowly began pressing up against
her lungs, pinching off their capacity. Her lungs now started to flatten,
becoming oblate in shape. The amount of air that they could handle was now
drastically reduced. Her face began to turn red, then a deeper shade of
crimson. Her breathing was sporadic at best as her lungs were nearly flattened.
Ilir turned off the tap and allowed Chloe to do her best to cope with the
extremely small amount of air that was entering her severely restricted lungs.
Her face began to pale as she struggled to keep enough air moving through her
lungs. By now her belly was so bloated that she looked as if she were about to
give birth.
Zog could not resist temptation. His heavy hand began to press down on
her bulging belly. Chloe's face was now a pale blue and the veins beneath the
skin on her face could be clearly seen. He pressed harder and water began to
push back, seeking somewhere to expand. Chloe's eyes appeared ready to pop from
their sockets as she fought for air, but could find none. Her chest stopped
rising and falling as the agent approached total suffocation. Finally it was
Ilir who yanked the tubing from her throat, allowing the tremendous pressure on
her internal organs to relieve itself. A fountain of murky water began to spout
from her mouth. Zog leaned over and assisted the process by pressing his hand
down into her bulging belly, forcing the water to spew from her nostrils as well
as her mouth. Chloe lost consciousness at this point and it was touch and go for
the next few minutes as they tried to make her empty her lungs of water while at
the same time her stomach was trying to expel as much liquid as it could.
As soon as they were sure their prisoner was awake and in no difficulty,
they resumed torturing her. Once more she was forced to swallow the tubing and
then suffer the pain of having it pushed down into her stomach. This time the
water flow was slowed considerably, but the results were the same. In this
situation it gave them more opportunities to further torment her. Ilir worked
one finger after another into her cunt as she groaned and tried to avoid
panicking as the pressure slowly began to build inside her. Once his thumb was
folded and slipped within that dry hole between her thighs, he smiled evilly and
started to form a fist. It took a number of trial movements before he was able
to gain enough traction to start shoving his fist up her birth canal, moving a
fraction of an inch at a time, then exerting more effort and gaining perhaps an
inch before her tight tunnel slowed progress once more.
Zog was not one to merely be a spectator. He amused hmself initially by
mauling her big breasts, yanking them from side to side, then tweaking the
nipples to cause enough pain to interfere with her efforts to concentrate on
breathing. This was not a subtle person, this one considered himself to be a man
of action. So it was that he resumed torturing her with his electric prod. He
jabbed it into her rounded belly and pressed the button to send a jolt of fire
through her water-logged stomach. Her reaction to this pain resulted in a spurt
of water shooting from her nostrils, making breathing impossible. This new fear
fed back to her scrambled senses and she began to expend her energy futilely
attempting to escape from her bonds.
Ilir let out an oath as her cunt clamped down on his wrist, imprisoning
his forearm inside her spasming cunt. It took a number of tries before his slimy
forearm could be withdrawn from her tight twat. He reacted angrily, slamming his
fist into her bulging belly causing even more water to spew from her. By now her
face was scarlet and her eyes popping as she struggled madly to regain some
control over things, failing utterly. It was Zog who brought this part of the
session to a close by inserting his prod into her cunt and frying her insides as
she went into uncontrollable spasms, spitting out the tubing so violently that
for days afterward she could not speak above a whisper, and her screams of agony
were so muted that her torturers became uncomfortable under these strange
circumstances. They finally came up with a work-around that returned things
almost to normal. They gagged their prisoner and tortured her until she passed
out before removing the gag and questioning her once she was revived.
Despite their best efforts, and they exerted themselves considerably,
Madga Neta proved to be a very tough nut to crack. They flooded her insides with
gallons of water and beat her swollen stomach with rubber hoses and lengths of
electrical cabling to force her to puke up the brackish water until she passed
out from lack of air. One day they spent nearly four hours filling and emptying
her stomach until the muscles were so weakened that she nearly drown. They had
to resort to hanging her from her ankles to make it possible for her to rid her
belly of the massive quantities of liquid that had been forced into her. Her
kidneys were another casualty of this insidious torture. They were forced into a
situation where they worked continuously in an attempt to filter all the
impurities from the ocean of fluid that saturated her tissues, and sustained
permanent damage. Chloe was sentenced to a lifetime of incontinence as a result
of this brutal treatment.
They passed enough electricity through her body to light up a small
city. Zog soon was bitterly complaining that he was running low on the type of
batteries that were needed to properly operate his prod, and it would be weeks
before his friends from the US could supply him with replacements. His partner
had no such difficulties as he required only his muscles to generate enough
power to do the kind of damage to their naked detainee that he deemed sufficient
to make her eventually crack and tell them what they so desperately wanted to
hear.
These two proved to be their own worse enemies. They allowed their
frustrations to take over what little intelligence they possessed. The prison
doctor repeatedly warned them that they were risking their prisoner's sanity in
this mindless attempt to break her to their will and overcome the challenge she
presented to their manliness. They began to resort more and more to rape and
other forms of humiliation in their approach to making her give up the
information that they now were sure she had.
Anal rape was a particular favorite in this region of the continent and
Chloe was reintroduced to this specialty which stirred up old memories that were
buried deep in her subconscious. To Madga this was nothing significant, after
all she was a prostitute, and considered herself to be a good one. This was
nothing more than one of the things that she offered for a price. Instead of the
exchange of money, there was the possibility that her professional behavior
could be rewarded by being freed from this terrible place so she could continue
on to perform her assignment. Alas, her response to anal rape infuriated her
captors and so they now devised an even worse torment for her to endure.
One morning she was dragged into the room and strapped down on her back
to a low bench, her head dangling over the end, and her legs spread wide. To her
horror she saw that Ilir was fitting that devilish tubing to the water tap,
preparing to force it down her throat so that her belly could be once more
bloated to its limit and beyond. Zog held her head in an iron grip while his
partner forced the tubing down her throat and into her stomach. The tap was
opened and she relived the terrible experience of fighting to stay calm, knowing
full well what the consequences were if she gave into panic. Chloe watched with
dread as her belly began to block her vision as it grew in size from the
pressure exerted by the water flooding her stomach.
The water flow was stopped and she waited for whatever new torment they
had dreamed up for her to endure. She heard the door to the room open and the
sound of men's voices. From her position she could make out the boots worn by
members of the police. She realized that she was going to be gang raped, and
worse still she would suffer the additional agony associated with the pressure
they would apply to her bulging midriff as they skewered her mercilessly.
The men were generally amused at her condition and made obscene jokes
about it as they waited their turn to do their best to make her vomit up the
contents of her stomach. Chloe did not disappoint, spewing water from her mouth
and nostrils almost continuously as she was brutually raped by the police. She
lost track of how many cocks drilled out her sore cunt, and the number of times
that they "refreshed" her, returning her belly to its quasi-pregnant condition.
The helpless woman passed out often, but most of her rapists ignored this fact
and just enjoyed the feel of her fucked out twat and the added pressure produced
by her big water-filled belly as their cocks bored deep, striving to touch
bottom in that well-worn channel.
By now almost all of Chloe's cellmates looked the other way whenever her
naked, senseless body was returned to the holding cell so she could rest and
recover for the next session that was always scheduled for the very next day.
There still was that one old hag who enjoyed grinding her cunt up and down over
Chloe's pale drawn face, leaving a coat of her juices that dripped steadily from
her diseased twat. Once she got off, she'd reward her senseless lover by locking
her flabby thighs around her neck and keeping the shivering agent in that
unyielding grip as they slept through the rest of the night.
The day before the special agents representing the US interests in this
area of the world were scheduled to interrogate Chloe further, her Albanian
captors went all out in a final effort to break her. Chloe was awakened much
earlier than normal and without any food or water she was quick- marched down to
a room located two levels below the holding cell. As she approached the door,
she thought she heard the sound of dogs barking somewhere in the area.
She was shoved into the large chamber whose walls were made of cinder
blocks. Located in the center of this room was a low wooden rectangular frame
perhaps three feet or so in height. To one side she could see a pair of iron
bars that jutted up from the concrete floor they were set into. While she tried
to make sense of this arrangement, she was thrown to the floor and quickly tied
to the frame by her wrists as she was pulled up to a kneeling position. Her
ankles were roped tightly to the posts anchored in the floor. Then what looked
to be some kind of a stock , the type that probably was used to restrain those
unfortunates found guilty of various offenses in the middle ages, was moved into
position so that her head could be clamped securely within it.
A man stepped forward, who from his uniform looked to be a high ranking
police official, and motioned to one of the men standing around the frame. He
grinned and produced a filthy rag which he held in his gloved hand. He
approached her and she inhaled this animal odor mixed with what smelled like
blood. He rubbed it across her face, making sure that every portion of it was
contacted. It dawned on her what was about to happen when she felt the rag being
dragged across her genitals and rubbed in the cleft of her buttocks. She was
being seasoned so that those barking dogs she had heard would be excited enough
to take this large smooth bitch in heat. Chloe began to sob and shiver as the
full significance of what was taking place sank into her consciousness.
( To be continued)
