The Humiliation of Chloe

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The following work of fiction is loosely based on characters currently/previously owned and operated by the producers and writers of NBC-TV's Days of Our Lives. I claim no affiliation. Gratuitous entertainment purposes only.


THE HUMILIATION OF CHLOE


Chapter 13
by Fidomom
Chloe waited like a tightly coiled spring for Jason to answer the door. Finally the door opened. He didn't say a word to her. He simply handed her the tape and tried to shut the door. She braced her hand against it to prevent it from closing. Jason quirked an inquisistive eyebrow at her but still said nothing.
"Take me up to your room and fuck me Jason. You know you want to."
He raised both eyebrows and smirked at her. He opened his front door wide and made a sweeping gesture with his arm for her to enter his domicile.
In his bedroom they had barely shut and locked the door, and Chloe shed her clothes. Jason watched and his eyes glazed with lust. Chloe strode purposef ove over to him. She put her hand on his crotch and felt him get harder. She pressed herself into him kissing him with an open mouth. She breathed against his mouth.
"Fuck me hard Jason, I need you."
For the first time ever she undressed him. She savagely attacked his mouth with her own. They fell onto his bed and he fucked her exactly how she needed it. He always did.
Afterwards, Chloe lay on her side, with her back to him, curled up into a ball, hating them both. Jason snuggled up to her back, put his arm across her waist. She stiffened, expecting another sexual onslaughtere ere wasn't one. She turned to look at him incredulously. He held on to her tight.
"Talk to me. You are different tonight, Chloe."
At the use of her name she burst into tears. Jason cursed. He began trying to wipe away her tears, trying to kiss them away, desperately.
"Shit, Vampira, would you quit crying!"
"Why the fuck should you care if I'm crying or not?!Huh?!"
"I can't stand seeing girls cry."
"Wisd knd known that sooner."
"Actually it isn't so much the tears as it is the sad that causes them. Earlier wouldn't have phased me because they would have been angry spoiled rotten bitch used to getting her own way tears. Got no weakness over those. This is different. Talk to me."
"Why should I? So you can laugh at me and tell me I'm living in dreamland?"
"Who do you think stopped Bryan from hurting you in the school parking lot?"
Chloe was stunned. "That was you? Why J? I mean thank-you but why?"
"I told you before I wasn't out to hurt you. I'm also not going to let anyone else hurt you, Bryan found that out the hard way via my baseball bat. I guarantee he'll never try any of that shit on you again. He's dead meat if he's caught within 20 feet of you."
"But you hate me."
"Ah, not nearly as much as I used to, you aren't nearly as phony as you were before. Now that we've straightened some of that out, talk. Why were you crying?"
"It's complicated. It's psychological slash health related."
"What's going on?"
"I don't blame you, J. You know you were dead to rights about me. I like sex. I like humiliation and sex combined, this o seo secret. What you don't know is that if I'm sexually humiliated and don't have sex I get nauseous. Earlier today when you gave me the day off part of me was relieved but, I've spent all day throwing up. As soon as we fucked the nausea disappeared. During the first party, J the nausea was mild and obviously brief. It's escalating though. My therapist and I are trying to unravel this. She told me to resist coming here, that I should wait out the nausea. I tried to. Even Brady told me to give in and come here, though. I will always hate you for making me face the darker side of my sexual appetites, but this reaction I'm experiencing is not your fault. I'm scared. I'm terrified of what might happen Friday night."
"Party is postponed."
"What? Since when? Why?"
"The party is postponed as of now because your health is a little more important than a night of fun and games. The guys will be crushed but oh well."
"Why are you really postponing the party, J? The truth."
"I don't hate you enough to put you through it anymore, at least not on a party scale. I still love humiliating you and fucking you, though, so don't go thinking I'll ever ease up on that, ain't gonna happen! Now, I have a question for you. Of all the guys you could turn to when you are horny and need to be fucked, why do you keep showing up on my doorstep? This is not a complaint by the way, it just baffles me because you hate me so much."
Chloe laughed.
"Good point. Never really thought about it. I guess you just seemed the logical choice, since you initiated me into these humiliation games in the first place. I guess maybe I know what to expect from you... I trust you sort of. You fuck me so well, too ... perfectly in fact!"
Jason jumped up suddenly, grinning wickedly.
"Let's watch me bust open your cherry again, Ghoul Girl! Whaddaya say?"
Chloe blushed a little, smiling.
"Ok."
When the tape was over, Chloe looked over at Jason.
"Prick."
He raised his eyebrows.
"Cunt."
In a flurry of arms and legs they met in the middle of the bed and fucked.
Afterward, Chloe decided that school night or not, she needed some Brady loving.
Jason drove Chloe over to Brady's and they smiled at eachother with a new understanding as she got out of the vehicle.
"Later Ghoul Girl."
"Oh, come on J, you can do better than that! Don't go turning into a softie on me now!"
Jason laughed.
"See ya lil miss bustedcherry!"
Chloe chuckled.
"Yeah, that's more like what I'm used to from you. Bye."
Jason drove away. Chloe used her key to let herself in at Brady's. She added the newest tape of herself onto the growing stack of them. She went to Brady's room. She stripped and climbed into bed with Brady. He awakened partially and reached for her. "I love you, Brady."
"I know, my sweet, Diva, I know."