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 7
by Fidomom


Chloe's moans and screams reverberated in the boys locker room, as Jason continued kissing her mouth and neck and ing ing his fingers in and out of her cunt, and Hawk continued fucking her hard and fast up the ass. Hawk came and pulled out of her. Steve took his place immediately. Chloe came and had to be physically prevented from falling down. Steve came. Matt immediately replaced Steve. Matt had a big cock, and he particularly hated Chloe. He fucked her up the ass viciously. She pushed her ass hard into his every thrust. She liked how rough he was with her. Matt came. Jason grabbed Chloe's clit between thumb and forefinger, and squeezed. He rubbed it between his fingers, then he tugged on it. Chloe screamed his name as she came against his hand. Matt pulled out of her. Hawk and Steve had left as soon as they'd gotten what they wanted. Jason shoved Chloe away and she fell down, on her ass, hard. Jason was pissed at her. She suspected why.

"Matt. Leave us. Catch you later dude."

Matt looked between the two of them and smiled viciously,

"Hey cuntwithtits looks like you are in huge trouble. Yo, Jase give 'er! She deserves everything she gets the little fucking cocktease!"

"J. I'm sorry. You didn't specify. You said smile and be pleasant, you never said engage in PDA's with them. I won't resist anyone else the rest of the day."

"Good, cf yof you do, Matt will be responsible for devising your punishment, and he can't stand you even worse than me as in he hates you big time. That isn't all I was pissed about."

"What else?"

"You didn't have permission to leave last night."

"Oh. Let's get something straight, J. when it comes to school and my parents I can't let you influence me. When it comes to sex I'm just your toy and a very obedient one at that. You tell me what you want sexually and I will obey you, but don't mess in my grades or home life! Now if there's nothing else I'd like to get dressed and be on time for my class."

"There's plenty else. I'm putting the word out that PDA's with you are welcome. After school you and I are gonna take a lil drive and then you'll be in the backseat nude and I'm gonna fuck your cunt some more."

Chloe gave Jason a slow smile and nodded her head.

"Oh. Umm. The PDA's ... what base?"

Jason gave an exasperated sigh.

"I dunno Orgasma ... 2nd, I guess."

"Ok I just like to know so I don't piss you off anymore than usual."

Jason looked at her sitting there nude and the contempt on his face became more noticeable,

"See that you don't."

He left. Chloe got her clothes back on. She touched up her lipshine, smoothed her hair and left the boys locker room. She got to class right on time.

After lunch, Chloe bumped into Belle.

"Chloe what is going on with you? You ditched Brady on Friday night, no phonecall all weekend and today I've seen you kissing three different guys. What the hell is going on with you? I thought you were in love with my brother?"

"Belle, I want to tell you everything but I don't want you to hate me and I think you might if I tell you."

"I can't promise I won't hate you, but isn't it my right to feel however I feel if I know the truth?"

"Ok.Umm. Girls locker room."

They sat on a bench in the locker room.

"A lot of people think I have a superiority thing going on and maybe I do. That's what the whole operagirl.net thing was about ... putting me in my place. A lot of guys who totally hate me were able to pay to see me naked before the site was shut down. On Friday night at the party, Jason offered to look out for me when he saw that Brady had left. I agreed. Jason brought me a drink. Soon after I felt dizzy and unwell. Jason offered to drive me home. Everyone knew my parents were gone . I passed out in Jason's car. When I woke up Belle I was tied to a bed with my skirt bunched around my waist, and before you ask, no I wasn't raped or hurt in any physical way. I was however humiliated, sexually exploited and molested by Jason and many other boys from this school. The worst part is Belle, I liked what happened. I liked the attention. Especially because to them I was not special, I was just a sex toy for them to have fun with. They didn't ask me to love them and they didn't offer to love me. They didn't expect me to phone them or be faithful or exclusive. I knew they were not about to follow me around asking to carry my books and such. On Saturday night J dropped me off at my house ... technically I was still a virgin. I got nervous last night about coming here today and facing all these guys who hate me and have seen me nude, humiliated and have sexually toyed with me. I called J. He insisted I go over. He persuaded me to umm play. It was just he and I. In a sick, twisted way, I trust J. I told him to be my first and he was. As for Brady, I'm in love with him. He scares me, though. He makes me feel things. He expects me to be loving and exclusive and faithful. He treats me like I'm a precious trinket.. look and admire, but don't touch. He deserves so much better than me, Belle. I'm terrified of him seeing the videotapes of Friday and Saturday before I have the chance to explain."

"Chloe, there are videotapes?!! You have to tell Brady everything you just told me and then some! He has to find out from you not someone else! I still don't really understand what's going on. Why were you kissing those 3 guys today?"

"Because that's all they wanted from me. They aren't looking to date me or make me a better person or for any sort of love or committment. They wanted to kiss and be kissed back and that's all ... no strings."

"Love really scares you so much that you'd give up Brady?"

"Yes. I love him with an intensity that scares me, and while I know he loves me he doesn't love me with that same intensity. He'll be fine, Belle. He'll love someone worthy of him some"
"

"You have to talk to Brady, Chloe. You may even have to show him the tapes yourself."

"I probably will. Oh and Belle? If you ever end up seeing the tapes, don't be enraged on my behalf, don't pity me too much ... because I really did enjoy every moment of what happens on them ... I've watched them myself many times. I'm ruined though. I'll never be able to be a one man woman. I crave the sexual attention of men too much."

"Chloe? I don't hate you. I don't understand a lot of what you've experienced but I'm glad I heard it from you and not from someone else."

"Thanks, Belle. I love you for being such a good friend even when you don't approve of what I'm doing."

"I love you too, Chloe. I just want you to be happy. I had hoped you and Brady could be happy together, but if you don't picture your happiness including Brady then I guess that's just the way it goes."

"Don't worry about me, Belle. You've shown me that if I run intobleoblems, you'll listen and hear me."

They smiled at eachother. Chloe left the locker room.

As she exchanged her books at her locker, she felt a hand slide around her waist. The other hand went up her short skirt briefly to stroke her cunt and rub her ass cheeks, before trailing all the way up her side to cup her breast. The thumb brushed cross her nipple until it perked. A pair of lips kissed her neck. Chloe smiled and leaned into the touching and kissing. She let out a contented sigh.

Belle watched briefly, surprised and yet not surprised. Smiling she shook her head and left.

Jason was seated in the driver's seat already waiting for Chloe when she got there. She leaned toward his window as he rolled it down.

"Backseat and lay low."

Chloe did as instructed. They'd been driving less than ten minutes when Jason issued another order. "Get nude, Chloe."

Jason nearly lost control of the vehicle when she immediately placed her pile of clothing on his lap. "I already am J."