Chloe - Dominated and Degraded

                             Chloe - Dominated and Degraded

                                                                     Chapter 23

       Jamela's face turned into a death's head when she grinned and pointed to her new assistant.

       "I want you to go get the manacles from the cabinet and the special chain links that go with them. I want Miss Y all stretched out like a violin string ready for some plucking. Once that's done she and old Jamela will have a nice heart to heart talk about some of her other escapades that she thinks I don't know about."

       Out of the corner of her eye Chloe could see the client's body grow rigid and her lips start to tremble, sure signs that she was trapped and knew it. She turned and headed for the cabinet located against one of the walls in the room. Even before she reached it, Chloe heard the whistle of the cane as it cut through the air and the strangled gasp from the thin black woman as it sliced into her flesh. It was the first of what would prove to be many blows that thin body would absorb over the next forty-five minutes. As she opened the cabinet door she heard Jamela's cackling as she homed in on her victim.

       When Chloe returned with the manacles and chains she interrupted Jamela's fun. Miss Y was bent at the waist with her nose barely touching one of the bottom bedposts. Her skinny ass bore three welts, the most recent still blooming from that sweaty black flesh. The dominatrix was smiling as she tapped the woman's hip with the tip of the rattan cane. She struck so suddenly that the sound and sight appeared to arrive at the same time. Yolanda screamed in agony and her entire body shivered as the pain radiated from the site of the hit and spread up and down her flank.

       The cane had bitten into her hip bone and Miss Y's eyes were wide and tears cascaded down her nearly flat cheekbones as she desperately tried to remain under control, but it was a lost cause. The next blow nearly cut her in half, landing midway up her spine, neatly bisecting that portion of her anatomy. Yolanda vomited up nothing but bile that issued from both her mouth and nostrils. The trembling was so strong that her body appeared to be shimmering the same way as if one was viewing it through super heated air. Jamela looked up toward Chloe, her face a mask of fury.

       "This black bitch, this miserable ingrate, this piece of shit has the nerve to lie to her friend and teacher, old Jamela, about what she's been doing since the last time I told her to stop catting around. Then this miserable lying bitch, this disgrace to the black race, this worthless excuse for a human being has the gall to tell me that she has an important trip upcoming and I should cut her some slack. The only thing I'm cutting this bitch is that skinny ass body of hers! The only way she's getting on that plane is on a stretcher. I'm going to teach her once and for all who's the fucking boss around here, and it ain't her! She has gotten me so disturbed that I can't think straight. You go get the rubber sheet for that bed because there's going to be a lot of blood flying around in here this afternoon."

       Yolanda began to wail and scream to the heavens, but the soundproofing did its job and absorbed her outburst. Chloe shivered slightly at the prospect of witnessing something as brutal as Jamela was threatening. As she left the room for the sheet the sound of Yolanda begging for mercy was cut off abruptly by the whistling cane eating into her bare body, bringing a warbling cry from the tormented client.

       There were six deep welts across Yolanda's skinny behind, but she still was holding her position, nose barely touching the bedpost. As the door to the room opened Jamela rose up on the balls of her feet and putting every bit of strength behind it, brought the cane down across the base of Miss Y's spine. The sound was horrible, a loud snapping noise as rattan collided with bone, tearing away the thin layer of skin covering it. Oddly enough no sound came from Yolanda, but her body rose and arched as the pain radiated up and down her spine making her body move spastically. It was then that Chloe observed the bloody froth covering the lower portion of her bony face. Miss Y must have bitten her tongue from the force of this terrible blow. Seconds later she shuddered and collapsed to the floor, still conscious but unable to regain her feet. Jamela kicked her in the ribs a few times to make sure she was not feigning her inability to defend herself.

       "One of these sessions I'm going to kill the bitch by accident and that'll really piss me off. She can take more punishment than any client I've ever had. Who could ever have imagined that this bag of bones could stand up to my best stuff and still come back for more as soon as she healed sufficiently to handle more of the same? This bitch is one fucked-up cunt; too bad she's so hung up on black cock. I'd just love to have her as my personal cunt rag and all round crash test dummy when I came up with any new disciplines I dreamed up to try on my clients."

       Jamela sighed and kicked Yolanda squarely between her legs, bringing up some bile and starting the cycle of screaming up once more. With Chloe's assistance they got the trembling black woman onto the bed once the rubber sheet had been fitted over the top sheets, forming a two layer defense against the blood that was about to be spilled by the client. Yolanda understood the significance of the rubber sheet and began begging for mercy once more, much to Jamela's delight. Miss Y's wrists were freed from the cuffs, but the collar remained in place. The hobble was removed and now it was time for the client to be restrained in a new position, on her back.

       Chloe had never worked with the custom crafted links attached to the manacles, so she depended on her mistress for instructions as she went along. First the manacles were attached to Yolanda's thin wrists and ankles and ratcheted down until she screamed in agony as the skin beneath each bond split open. Satisfied that steel on bone was the best that could be achieved, Jamela showed Frances/Chloe how to attach the chains to the bedposts. Embedded between each individual link, except for a foot or so at the end of each chain, was a stainless steel rowel, much like a spur on a cowboy's boot. The trick was to take the end of the chain and yank it taut while Jamela held Miss Y in an iron grip. Then the chain would be wrapped tightly around the bedpost, using the rowels to anchor it securely.

       Once each limb was anchored to a post, she was checked to see if her limbs could take a bit more tightening, which was soon accomplished as Yolanda screamed and frothed at the mouth. Jamela stepped back and took a hard look at the spread-eagled businesswoman, noting the knots now forming around her shoulders and the insides of her legs from the tension produced by this ultra tight bondage. All that remained was to attach the leather collar around the client's neck to the bed frame, totally immobilizing her.

       The client was on her back and totally vulnerable for whatever cruelty her mistress was planning. She wasted no time getting down to cases. First she began tapping that devil's tool against Yolanda's crepe-like tits, staring at her victim who was terrified at the prospect of having her tits cut to ribbons by the cane. Jamela grinned and gave her a fright by raising her arm and bringing the cane down, only to halt its flight mere inches from her victim's goose fleshed tits.

       She resumed the mind bending tapping, this time running the tip of the cane up and down the stitched mouth of her captive's cunt, grinning as each tap brought her victim closer to breaking completely. Then suddenly the cane was brought down full force, splitting her cunt lips apart and causing the woman to lose control of her bladder and begin pissing all over the rubber sheet beneath her stretched body. Jamela moved in for the kill, slashing the insides of Yolanda's taut thighs with cruel strokes of the cane as she screamed and shrieked. The dominatrix stepped back and allowed Miss Y to regain some level of composure before questioning her about all the other sex partners she had neglected to mention to her.

       "You ready to confess the rest of your sins, or do I have to use my cane to make you do that as well? First you give me a line of bull about being picked up and fucked stupid, not once but twice! However you neglect to tell me what a little bird whispered in my ear about the black men seen entering and leaving your apartment since out last session. Now it's you turn to give Jamela the low down on all the dicks that went up your tight asshole, and how much you paid each stud for the pleasure of his company."

       "Just to make sure you tell all, I will let you know that one of those studs was a dear friend of mine who owed me a favor. He tells me you not only sucked his dick before he corn holed you, but you insisted on sucking it afterwards as well. What were you hoping, that he'd get all hot and bothered and do that tight ass of yours all over again? Now that you know I know, let's have a nice clean breast of everything so I can punish you properly and then allow you to get on that plane and do your thing overseas."

       "Did you really think that old Jamela was crazy enough to make you lose your job? If that happened, how would you pay me for all the trouble you cause me? There's no way you could hustle enough cock to pay for my services, no matter what your price was. Besides, knowing you, you'd probably still be paying them for all the cock they gave you. Now start talking or it will go very bad for you, real quick."

       Yolanda burst into tears and for her trouble she took the cane right down the middle of her cunt mouth for the second time causing Chloe to wince sympathetically. Then she started talking. At first she confessed to four studs. For that she took four of the best across her pancake shaped tits. She screamed so hard that her voice cracked and she strained her vocal cords as well. Four became seven, which brought a knowing smile to Jamela's face. Once more the cane walked down Miss Y's chest, starting at the hollow beneath her throat and ending just below her swollen nipples. Yolanda was reduced to wheezing by now, but Jamela smelled blood mixed with still more lies.

       "I'm tired of hearing lies. This is your last chance, tell me everything and don't miss any of the good stuff. I have people watching you at all times. I even have a camera recording whatever goes on in the bedroom and you have been very busy these days. I'll bet you've spent more on those studs than you do with me these days. That by the way is an insult that you will pay dearly for when you get back from fucking half the studs in whatever foreign city you are visiting."

       Yolanda began sobbing and choking, which got her another stroke of the cane, this one across her swollen tits that would no longer fit in her bra. For the next half hour she named names, gave estimates of cock sizes, length as well as girth, how often they ass fucked her and how long she spent sucking each one before and after they came in her back hole. Jamela almost split her sides laughing when she heard about the stud who scooped his cum from her asshole and made her lick it off his fingers and swallow it. Miss Y insisted that most of the men didn't ask for money, but admitted there were three that did, including the one who had made her swallow his cum after it had been pumped into her butthole.

       Jamela looked over to Chloe and winked, a sure sign that she hadn't bought into everything that Yolanda had said. She turned to her client and raked her tits with her nails, leaving a bloody set of furrows behind. Then she leaned forward and nipped Yolanda's lips, drawing blood as well. She whispered something into the thin black woman's ear that brought tears to her eyes and an evil grin to Jamela's features. The dominatrix started teasing her victim by pulling on the thread that closed her pussy shut. Miss Y grimaced and her body made a weak attempt to avoid any further forays from her assailant. Then Jamela ripped the thread from Yolanda's cunt mouth with one powerful movement and the skinny black woman screamed to the heavens as the thread ripped open nearly half of the small holes through which it had been lodged.

       "Now you can fuck all the studs you want on your little business trip. Old Jamela has just made you a free woman who now can offer not one, not two, but three holes for the price of one. Here's something else to think of while you're wining and dining the customer and fucking everything with a cock that crosses your path. When you come back you have two choices; you can never see me again or you can go with me to the farm and take a refresher course on how to be a devoted slave for your considerate and loving mistress who is always looking out for your well being, even when you are too dumb to realize it."

       Less than five minutes later Chloe watched in amazement as the client slowly dressed, excluding her bra, which was now at least two sizes too small to contain her swollen and still bleeding tits. She was even more astonished when the tall, thin woman withdrew an adult diaper from her tote bag and gingerly stepped into it so that the blood oozing from her battered bottom would not stain her clothing. Yolanda looked at her features in the mirror and satisfied that she looked presentable, took her leave.

       For the rest of the day Jamela kept her busy doing incidental things that allowed her mistress to focus on plans for her various clients. Later after dinner the powerful black woman sat her down and provided a thumbnail sketch of each of her clients. In all, there were six, all in their twenties, all black and well heeled enough to afford her unique services and all "very fucked up" to quote the dominatrix. Today's visitors were at the top of her chart when it came to making trouble.

       The first client, Jamela was very careful not to identify any by their names although she did have nicknames for each, was on the verge of being asked to find another source of assistance. She wasn't looking for help, it was her mother doing the asking, and to the dominatrix, this was a lost cause. The gangbang in all likelihood would not work, but it would give Jamela a few laughs since it would be taped and she could use it like a weapon to keep her client under control until she finally got tired enough to give her the deep six. She had two or three potential replacements, but needed more time to do a complete evaluation of them. Chloe was very impressed by the orderly way her mistress ran her business.

       The other visitor that day also frustrated Jamela but she still was a source of entertainment for the dominatrix. Chloe's mistress could not resist letting her know what had been planned for that one. As she listened, her feelings concerning Jamela were fortified.

       "Miss Y's twat is going to be almost healed by the time her trip to Europe is scheduled. So I've arranged a little bon voyage surprise for her. The night before she goes she's getting a visit from a couple of rapists that do odd jobs for another mistress who owes me a favor. By the time they get done fucking every hole she has at least twice, then using a police baton to finish the job, her almost ready for prime time cunt and that tight asshole won't be able to take anything thicker than a pencil for at least the duration of her business trip. Knowing that bitch like I do, she'll be pounding on my door the day she gets back, begging me to take her to the farm. That bitch is a pain sponge, but I wonder how she'll react when she discovers that after she takes the pony up her cunt and asshole she'll have to deal with a donkey that hasn't had any pussy in a month. I can hardly wait to tape that little meeting."

       All Chloe could do was shiver and thank her lucky stars that she hadn't antagonized her mistress too much to date. She wanted to be absolutely sure that she stayed on the right side of this powerful woman, no matter what the consequences. Little did she know that Jamela was already scheming to use her as a way to become even more important to her boss, Cynthia Farnsworth, Frances Connolly's section chief.        

                       

                               (To be continued - lex ludite)