The Humiliation of Chloe

Please be advised that the following fiction could be triggering to survivors of sexual assault. If you find it offensive in any way, please feel free to stop reading it.

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 9
by Fidomom

Chloe stood outside Brady's door to his new apartment, breathing deeply. It was time to come clean with him about what had been happening these last 4 days. The videotapes were in her bag. She knocked on his door. She heard him moving about inside the apartment, and then the door opened wide.
"Hi."

"Hi. Come on in."

Chloe followed him in.

"How've you been, Brady?"

"Lonely. My girlfriend dropped off the face of the planet for a while there."

"Ouch. I'm sorry. I should have called. I've been dealing with something pretty big and I just didn't and still don't know how to share it with you. I'm scared. The conversation we are about to have will be a bad memory for you probably for a very long while, for me too."

"Knowing has got to be an improvement on not knowing."

"We'll see if you still feel that way when you know the whole story."

"Are you in love with someone else?"

"No, Brady. The only man I've ever loved or ever will love is standing in front of me. You're it."

Brady walked over to her and tilted her face up for his kiss. A familiar jolt of passion rushed through her, a jolt only he could inspire. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, and returned his kiss with love.

"I've missed you, Diva."

"I know. This is really difficult for me. I guess the place to start would be the party on Friday night."

"Ok. Should we sit?"

"Yes, please."

"Chloe? Are you breaking up with me?"

"No. You might not want me to be your girlfriend anymore, though, by the time you have all the facts. You may not let me finish telling you even."

Brady took a deep breath and rubbed his eyebrow.

"Tell me what happened after I left the party."

"Ok. Someone noticed you had left and came to sit with me."

"Was it Philip?"

"What? No. It wasn't Philip. Someone else who I'd rather not name until you know everything including my part in all this."

"Oh. Ok. I'm listening. Continue."

"Well, this guy offered to keep guys from hitting on me in your absence. I accepted gratefully. He offered to get me more punch. I let him. This was not a stranger to me, Brady. He's someone I know rather well. About an hour after you left I started to feel sick. He offered me a ride home. Everybody knew Craig and Nancy had gone for the weekend. I accepted his offer. I passed out in his car. That isn't where I woke up though."

"This is the part I'm not gonna like right?"

Chloe nodded.

"Do you want me to continue, Brady? Can you handle hearing this?"

"More than I can handle not hearing it; not knowing. Yes, please continue."

"When I woke up, the guy who gave me a ride was standing there looking at me. I was tied to a bed with my arms over my head and my legs open. My skirt was bunched up around my waist. I promise you Brady I was not raped or hit. You may not like knowing that, later. What did happen was that I was the focus of some highly sexual attention. They cut off all my clothes and they humiliated me and they molested me."

"Who Chloe. Tell me who did this."

"Not yet, Brady. I have to confess something to you. I umm well I liked what happened. I enjoyed the attention. All of it. Even the humiliating parts."

"Pardon me? Obviously someone has been messing with your head and has convinced you that you liked it. Who did this to you?"

"Not yet. I have to make you understand. This is about me Brady, not them. I was only tied to the bed for 4 hours, I was on a dog leash for about 2 hours, the rest of the time I was unrestrained. I was there for 30 hours. I learned more about myself in those 30 hours than I had in all my past 19 years. Late Saturday night I was dropped off at home. It felt surreal to me knowing I was technically still a virgin because a lot of sexual things had happened to me. I was nervous about ever facing any of the guys who'd been there ever again. I called up the guy who had orchestrated the whole thing to try to find out how I could expect to be treated by the guys who had been there and to find out if this was going to the rumor mill in detail or not. He convinced me to go see him. I did. He persuaded me to bxualxual with him. I persuaded him to break my hymen. We hate eachother but we still had sex. I like sex. I like being sexual. I like being used sexually. Brady I will never be the woman you want me to be. I will never be a one man woman except for in my heart. I have this insatiable need for the sexual attention of many different men. Maybe that makes me a whore. Maybe it means I'm a bad person. I don't know. My whole life has been spent pretending Brady. When I'm nude and engaged in sexual games I'm not pretending I feel free. There's something else. All 30 hours were videotaped. The night I lost my virginity was also videotaped but I haven't gotten my copy yet. I like to watch myself on videotape. I've watched parts of the 30 hours over and over again."

"I don't know what the hell to say to you. You just blatantly admitted to cheating on me."

"I know. Do you want me to leave?"

"Yes.....no. I don't know what I want. What do you want?"

"Can I tell you idealistically speaking instead of realistically?"

"Yeah."

"I want it all, Brady. I want to have my sexual appetites fulfilled and I want the continued love and support of the only man who will ever own my heart and that's you. "

"You want me to share you with othermen? Willingly share you?"

"I know that it isn't realistic. Someday Brady you will love someone who knows how to deserve you but I'm not her. I'm sorry that my newfound inner freedom hurts you. I'll always love you and I'll never forget you. I miss you already. I should go."

She almost made it out the door.

"You have the tapes with you don't you?"

She turned to look at him.

"Yes."

"I need to see for myself."

"I thought as much. I'll leave them here. If you wreck them I can have more copies made for myself."

She put the stack of tapes on his coffee table, and turned to go.

"Stay, please? I'm going to have so many questions."

Chloe smiled nervously.

"Take me into your room and make love to me like this is good-bye."

Brady was up off the couch and she was crushed in his arms so fast. Their clothes were practically torn off.

"Chloe? Have sex with me first. Then we'll make love. I need to see how you differentiate between the two. Can you? Can you have sex with me?"

Chloe smiled.

"Yes. I just hope I don't frighten you away."

They had wild wanton sex. They used all the dirty words. They were viscious with eachothers bodies. Chloe came over and over again. She was greedy and demanding. Brady was callous and angry. He fucked her so hard and she responded to it so passionately.

They took a break.

"Brady? Will you still let me make love with you?"

"Yes."

Chloe made love to Brady with every tenderness, every ounce of sweetness, all the love she felt in her heart and in her soul for him. She was giving and gentle and kind and loving. She whispered words of love and affection across his skin. She trailed soft kisses up and down his body. She caressed and stroked his skin. She gave him herself. She came over and over again. He felt the differences. She succeeded in making him feel cherished and loved and honored and respected and revered. He cried. She held him and soothed him. When he had no tears left, he took a deep breath and said he was ready now to watch the tapes.

"Ok."

"One question, Chloe. What is his name?"

"Jason Masters."

Brady's eyes widened.

"Never would have guessed him, not in a million years.... you like having sex with him?"

"I hate Jason Masters. Do I like having sex with him? He knows my body, he makes me cum, he fucks me hard and fast, I really hate him for that but yes I like sex with him I'm addicted to his ... I'm sorry Brady you don't really want to hear this do you?"

"Yes I do. I need to hear it. You're addicted to his...?"

"Take your pick fingers, cock, tongue, anger, hate, name-calling, put downs, desire for me, fuck I hate him!!!"

Brady laughed.

"Just talking about him makes you horny doesn't it?"

"Awww, Brady, don't do this to me, please? I'm with you right now. It's where I want to be. You are who I want to be with. You are the man I love."

"Answer me anyway. Talking about the sex you and Jason have makes you horny for him doesn't it?"

Chloe blushed, and said through clenched teeth,

"Yes! Ok? Yes! Jason Masters is a first class prick but he sure knows how to turn me on and fuck me over!"

Brady smiled.

"Just checking. I'd like to watch those tapes now."

"Ugh, this is so humiliating.... but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jason is pretty funny at the beginning of this. His home alone pose cracks me up...."