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Chloe - Dominated and Degraded
Chapter 22
While Chloe helped her mistress prepare for the next visitor, Jamela took her into her confidence concerning both the one who had just left and the client who would be arriving within the hour. Chloe was all ears since anything she could learn about her mistress' likes and dislikes could do nothing but improve her situation.
"That bitch I just sent packing isn't worth my time, but her mother pays top dollar in hopes that her precious daughter may yet turn out to be interested in men. That just ain't never gonna happen with that little prissy-assed cunt. You mark my words, in less than a year she's gonna be eating pussy exclusively, and feeling guilty as hell about doing it. Who knows, maybe I'll have killed the worthless lezzie long before that happens? I'll tell you this much, that weekend gangbang is gonna make her think twice about what her future looks like. My guess is she'll go looking for a dominant bitch, someone almost as nasty as I am, and hope that she can keep those nasty cocks away from her. Naturally that'll mean she has to give it up to the bitch for that kind of protection. Maybe I can steer her to someone I know and get a little taste now and then for my troubles."
Chloe took it all in and realized that Jamela was not a person who would ever do anything that didn't help Jamela. She would have to be very careful in how she dealt with her new mistress. The prospect of being tortured and gang raped like that poor creature who just fled from this place of pain, humiliation and suffering did not sit well with the conflicted young woman who was not exactly sure of her own identity or sexuality. Then Jamela launched into a commentary on her next problem child, one Miss Y as in Yolanda.
"Now you take Yolanda, or Miss Y as she likes to be called. She's almost the exact opposite of that prissy bitch I just did. She's real strong, tough to hurt and even tougher to make cry, but old Jamela has her ways of making the tears flow. This one is cock-crazed to the max. If left to her own devices she'd fuck around the clock and wind up sooner or later as a crack whore until she either died from AIDS or was beat to death by one of the perverts that scratched her itch and gave her enough money to buy a rock now and then."
"Today Miss Y brings in a cool six figures for what she does, and according to my sources she's real good at it. Unfortunately for my little moneymaker, it's a 24/7 kind of job and she gets her cock on the fly whenever it's available. Considering that she's no looker and has a personality like a wolverine wth a corn cob up its ass, it's a wonder she ever gets laid. It would be better for her if she gave up cock and found herself someone like Jamela who would take care of her itches and keep her in line like I can. Cock, pussy, what's the difference as long as you can get off ?"
Chloe was given the job of greeting the client, just another little trick by her mistress to put Miss Y at a disadvantage before her session even began. The woman was dark-skinned, even blacker than Jamela, sharp featured, extremely tall and very thin, dressed in the latest fashion. She appeared to be on the verge of exploding, projecting an intensity that took Chloe aback. Before Chloe could even ask her to remove her clothing, she began stripping. In less than a minute she was stark naked and Chloe took a deep breath of surprise when she saw that Miss Y's cunt was not only devoid of pubic air, it was sewn shut with the type of thread used to make leather products. Then she noticed the small piece of plastic tubing protruding from the top of her slit. It took her a moment to realize that she was looking at a catheter. The client took advantage of her momentary loss of focus and strode by her on the way to the bathroom where Jamela awaited her.
Chloe had to almost run to keep up with the woman. Since she was in her wake she could see her tight ass cheeks twitching from side to side as she walked. On closer observation she also saw the faint and not so faint marks left by what might have been a cane. Miss Y pushed open the door to the bathroom and entered to face the mistress, who smiled like a cat about to cripple and then play with its damaged prey. Without warning Jamela stepped forward and kicked the client squarely in the crotch, dropping her to her knees as she clutched at her gut.
"Who gave you permission to walk ahead of my slave? I don't recall allowing such poor manners in my home. You are starting off badly and I'm in no mood for your shit today! I've already had to deal with one fucking prima donna, I'll not tolerate two! Do you understand me or do I have to beat you bloody with my bare fists?"
The only sound that came from Miss Y was her retching as she tried to avoid the total humiliation of vomiting all over the floor. Jamela reached down and grabbed her hair in both hands and half dragged her to the toilet. She held the skinny black woman's head inches from the stinking mess that the bowl contained.
"I just took this dump in hopes that you'd be such a bitch that I might get a chance to see how much of it you can suck up before you drown. Any more nonsense from you and that's just what I'll do! Now you pick out one of my perfect turds and get ready to eat it to make up for the trouble you've already caused me. After that we can get down to brass tacks and your ass will be filled with them if you don't give me the kind of answers I want to hear."
Chloe turned away as the woman began to perform the disgusting task she'd been given. The next thing she knew the agent was seeing stars from the vicious slap across the head she received from her mistress. This was immediately followed up by an admonition to pay attention to what was going on and not bring dishonor to the house of Jamela. She did her best to watch this utterly humiliating activity carried out. Meanwhile the black dominatrix had disappeared for a time and when she returned she had handcuffs, a leather collar and hobble, plus a few toys to further torment her victim.
Satisfied that Miss Y had indeed gotten rid of the turd she had identified for her consumption, the mistress allowed the client to drink as much of the water in the toilet as she could hold in hopes of ridding her mouth of that foul taste. Unfortunately for Yolanda, she didn't know that Jamela had dosed the water with a drug that would in about an hour turn the black woman into a frothing, sex-crazed maniac only interested in having sex with any man she could find. By the time this change took place, Miss Y would be securely restrained with cuffs and a leather hobble. Also Jamela would have completed the questioning of her prey to find out if she did indeed follow the instructions that she had been given last week. Woe to her if they had not been followed to the letter.
Once Yolanda had been hobbled, with her wrists cuffed behind her back and pulled up to hook to a chain dangling from the leather collar, which was more like a choker, Jamela gave her stitching a very close inspection, pulling at suspicious areas, causing her client to whimper and even stamp her feet. She pressed her fingers into Miss Y's bladder and smiled at the reaction she got. The black woman was indeed full to bursting, just the way it should have been after drinking a quart of the special water she had received from the dominatrix less than an hour before leaving for her appointment. At that point the fun and games began; Jamela offering to let her pee if she would agree to drink it once she did. It only took a few jabs from her fingers to convince Miss Y that the smart move was to drink her piss rather than have her bladder backup to give her a painful kidney infection that would make her critical business trip to Europe a nightmare.
With a grin, Jamela yanked the tube from her prey's bladder, bringing a strangled gasp from her lips. The pain must have been excruciating, especially without any warning. The dominatrix frowned at the woman, daring her to pee until she was given permission. The contest of the wills lasted until sweat beaded Miss Y's brow. Then with a wave of her hand, Jamela allowed her opponent to squat over the pail that Chloe retrieved from the corner of the bathroom. In this way her hobble made matters difficult and put pressure on her tendons to keep her balance. Chloe watched blankly as the woman released a powerful stream of piss that lasted over a minute before slackening off to a few quick squirts and then resuming for at least another half a minute. She groaned in pain as she tried to straighten up from this extremely stressing position.
Jamela knew she had enough time to interrogate her client concerning her sex life over the past week. She knew already of at least two couplings between Yolanda and a man who owed Jamela a favor. In addition she had received information from the doorman at Miss Y's apartment complex indicating that she had at least five "gentlemen" callers, all young and black, most of whom stayed with her for at least a few hours. There were obviously more, for Miss Y would never pass up an opportunty for sex with a black man despite it having to be anal in nature. However Jamela's first item of business was to see that her client finished off the contents of the pail she had just flooded with her piss. She asked Frances/Chloe to empty the pail into a large pitcher and allow the black woman to drink from that. It was a few minutes before the pitcher was empty, evidenced by the rounded belly of the skinny black woman. Jamela decided to move things to the bedroom so she could be more comfortable and have easier access to any toys or tools she might need to make her client tell the truth.
Miss Y was bent over at the waist with her head buried between Chloe's spread thighs, her tongue already mining for gold. It had only taken one blow from the three foot rattan cane to convince her of the wisdom of following her mentor's orders. Already she was beginning to worry about how she was going to seat herself comfortably on that long air flight if her ass was torn up badly, which it might be if she didn't tell the truth. On the other hand there was the punishment she would receive for disobeying Jamela's charge to her just before she left the last session; no sex with men under any circumstances would be tolerated. She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't.
Jamela leaned over and yelled into Miss Y's ear that eating white pussy was an acquired taste, and she was going to be trained in that fine art starting right after her trip to Europe. Then she told Yolanda that she was thinking of a number, a large number, if she didn't confess all of her sins for the week to her mother superior. Miss Y began to tremble at the prospect before her, for she knew that the number had to do with the strokes she'd get from that devilish cane, which she hated with a passion.. She decided to tell of the two encounters with the black man and how they turned out, in hopes that Jamela might be satisfied or at least sympathetic to her plight. Things did not go well at all for Yolanda.
"Now let me get this straight, this handsome black man bought you a drink at your favorite after work watering hole and the next thing you knew you were in the trunk of his car, being taken to an unknown destination so he could rape you. He got pissed off about the sewed up pussy you displayed when you stripped for him, and decided to fuck you in the ass without any protection to show you how angry he was. Then he made you suck your shit off his dick once he got done shooting his big cock off in your tight little butt."
"Now let's see what happened next. Oh yes, now I remember what you told me. Since it was early, he decided to let you suck him off until he was ready to do you in the shitter again. You felt like you had lockjaw before you got him hard. Then it took him forever to do you the second time. He kept pulling out and making you suck him until he was rock hard. He'd go back in and butt fuck you until he got close, then back off and make you watch his dick loose its stiffness, so you had to start all over again. Yeah, sure, you swear it was nearly midnight before he shot his load into your mouth and made you swallow every drop. Then to cap the evening off he put you over his lap and busted your buns, but good. You were so sore you needed a pillow to sit on at work the next day. What a line of manure that was! I'll bet you paid him to do you and even gave him a tip. I knew your type; rich, young, black woman who can buy any cock she wants or needs."
Yolanda was on the verge of tears as her first story seemed to infuriate rather than make her mistress sympathetic. How would she react to the next incident which also involved the same black man, and worse still, two other men, one of them white? Jamela was withering in her response to this most unbelievable tale.
"Now Let me get this straight. The same dude that raped you two nights ago is back at the old stand and so are you. This time he buys you a couple of drinks, makes an apology,claims he thinks you're hot and begs you to forgive him. You then have the nerve to tell me you think he slipped something into the second drink because it made you sick and he offered to take you home. The next thing you know he's got you back in the same place as before and worse still there are two other guys, including a white man, waiting to do you in the ass first chance they get. Gee, this is even better than your first story. You should be on TV with this line of bullshit."
"You get sick to your stomach and puke all over the place while they are ass fucking you in tandem, with the third guy using your mouth to stay hard so he can jump in as soon as one of them gets off. What a line of crap! Now I'm expected to believe that this time when they blast off, they use their fingers to push the cum from your sore asshole and make you swallow it before you have to suck their dicks clean of all the shit and mucous they picked up while they banged your asshole. You say you can't remember how many times they fucked your ass, but it was a lot and it hurt. I'm sure it hurt, you lying whore! How much did you pay them this time?"
To reinforce her fury over this cock and bull story, that she knew to be true, Jamela began to slap Miss Y's butt, then picked up the cane and slashed Yolanda across the top of her ass, right where the cleft began. The skinny black woman reared up and screamed for mercy, bursting into tears moments later, bringing a feral look to her mistress' face. Again the cane ripped into the thin black woman's lower back, drawing blood. She bellowed in agony and shook like a leaf in a windstorm, the pain overwhelming her mind and turning her into a lump of quivering meat. Again the rattan cut into her bare body, this time just under the ribcage,nearly breaking her in half. Yolanda vomited from the pain and shock and collapsed in a twitching heap on the stained sheets. Jamela was in seventh heaven at this point; her client had been broken, once again reduced to tears and begging. Now for the real fun to begin.
(To be continued in approximately three months - lex ludite)
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