The Humiliation of Chloe
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1 through F › Days of Our Lives
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,669
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Days of Our Lives, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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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 12
by Fidomom
Chloe opened her locker and immediately spotted the note.
"Party Friday night! Where? Same place as last time! Why? Because we can! Theme? Open season on Chloe Lane's cunt!"
Chloe felt her face burn, and the familiar nausea start in the pit of her stomach. She looked around her nervously. She was alone in the hallway. She balled up the announcement in her fist, as she shook with rage and frusteration.~Damn him!~
She had just finished lunch and was about to stand up and leave her table, when she felt hands on her shoulders pushing her to sit down again. Matt and Steve were flanking her and sat in real close to her sandwiching her between them. Jason sat down in the seat directly across the table from her, grinning at her.
"Your copy of your busted cherry tape is ready now! You do still want that right? You do want to re-live the moment when you told me to bust your cherry wide fucking open, don't you, BJgirl?"
Chloe stared daggers of hate at Jason, as her face burned in shame. She refused to say a word. Suddenly, Matt and Steve each grabbed a thigh and slid away from her forcefully, effectively spreading open her legs.
"Hey, Matt? Is she wet?"
"Dunno, Jase, lemme check."
Matt roughly probed her cunt through her panties.
"Can't tell. Steve? You check."
Steve slipped his fingers under the fabric of her panties and dipped his fingers into her briefly.
Chloe and Jason continued glaring at eachother. The three guys laughed when she gasped at Steve's touch. Chloe felt nauseous and horny as hell.
"By the way Ghoul Girl, it's your lucky day. You have the day off today. There's a ban on you today. Anybody caught going against the ban will pay dearly. On school property anyway. That's all we wanted you to know."
The guys got up and left her sitting at the table, stunned. Her stomach heaved. She ran to the girls washroom and threw up for half an hour.
At home that evening Brady phoned.
"Hey, Diva, I know it's a week night and all but I really miss you and I'd really like to see you."
"Aww, Brady, that's so sweet. I miss you too. I love you so much! I can't see you tonight though, I'm sorry. I've got a ton of homework and I'm not good company right now anyway, I'm really grumpy."
"That can only mean one thing. Don't resist it, on my account. Go do something about it."
"I don't want to. My therapist says it might do me some good to resist it sometimes and just live with the nausea."
"How many times have you thrown up today, Chloe?"
"I lost count."
"Ok, honey, hearing that, worries me more than you going and getting what you need from whoever you need it from."
" I don't know if I can bring myself to go crawling tonight. It's just what he wants and I don't want to give him the satisfaction of me playing right into his game."
"I understand. Whatever you decide to do, you know I love you."
"Yeah, Brady, I do. It means everything to me. I love you. I'll call you tomorrow."
They disconnected. Chloe angrily dialled Jason's number.
"Yeah?"
"I'll be over in 20 minutes to get my tape."
She hung up the phone. She started for the door, stopped and stripped off her panties as a silent tear rolled down her cheek. She left in a big hurry.
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 12
by Fidomom
Chloe opened her locker and immediately spotted the note.
"Party Friday night! Where? Same place as last time! Why? Because we can! Theme? Open season on Chloe Lane's cunt!"
Chloe felt her face burn, and the familiar nausea start in the pit of her stomach. She looked around her nervously. She was alone in the hallway. She balled up the announcement in her fist, as she shook with rage and frusteration.~Damn him!~
She had just finished lunch and was about to stand up and leave her table, when she felt hands on her shoulders pushing her to sit down again. Matt and Steve were flanking her and sat in real close to her sandwiching her between them. Jason sat down in the seat directly across the table from her, grinning at her.
"Your copy of your busted cherry tape is ready now! You do still want that right? You do want to re-live the moment when you told me to bust your cherry wide fucking open, don't you, BJgirl?"
Chloe stared daggers of hate at Jason, as her face burned in shame. She refused to say a word. Suddenly, Matt and Steve each grabbed a thigh and slid away from her forcefully, effectively spreading open her legs.
"Hey, Matt? Is she wet?"
"Dunno, Jase, lemme check."
Matt roughly probed her cunt through her panties.
"Can't tell. Steve? You check."
Steve slipped his fingers under the fabric of her panties and dipped his fingers into her briefly.
Chloe and Jason continued glaring at eachother. The three guys laughed when she gasped at Steve's touch. Chloe felt nauseous and horny as hell.
"By the way Ghoul Girl, it's your lucky day. You have the day off today. There's a ban on you today. Anybody caught going against the ban will pay dearly. On school property anyway. That's all we wanted you to know."
The guys got up and left her sitting at the table, stunned. Her stomach heaved. She ran to the girls washroom and threw up for half an hour.
At home that evening Brady phoned.
"Hey, Diva, I know it's a week night and all but I really miss you and I'd really like to see you."
"Aww, Brady, that's so sweet. I miss you too. I love you so much! I can't see you tonight though, I'm sorry. I've got a ton of homework and I'm not good company right now anyway, I'm really grumpy."
"That can only mean one thing. Don't resist it, on my account. Go do something about it."
"I don't want to. My therapist says it might do me some good to resist it sometimes and just live with the nausea."
"How many times have you thrown up today, Chloe?"
"I lost count."
"Ok, honey, hearing that, worries me more than you going and getting what you need from whoever you need it from."
" I don't know if I can bring myself to go crawling tonight. It's just what he wants and I don't want to give him the satisfaction of me playing right into his game."
"I understand. Whatever you decide to do, you know I love you."
"Yeah, Brady, I do. It means everything to me. I love you. I'll call you tomorrow."
They disconnected. Chloe angrily dialled Jason's number.
"Yeah?"
"I'll be over in 20 minutes to get my tape."
She hung up the phone. She started for the door, stopped and stripped off her panties as a silent tear rolled down her cheek. She left in a big hurry.