chloe davenport

Jaia’s ears perked up. Her condescending tone intrigued her just as much as the woman’s cruel words. It reminded her of home, honestly. Using humans as toys to feed from, and enjoying every moment of humiliating them. She really never engaged in that sort of thing, but she knew it would be expected of her one day, especially if she returned home. Jaia had been leaving the classroom, where her last class of the day had been held. She was glad to be going home, but already had some grading to get done. “Jesus. Someone must be bored,” she joked. Jaia wasn’t sure how the woman would take it, it was meant to be lighthearted, more of a joke about the slave that she was toying with, than her. 

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Chloe looked away from the slave she was addressing to glance at the woman who approached them. “Was it that obvious?” she snapped at the woman before turning her attention back to the slave. Kicking her sharp heel against the slave’s chest, Chloe glared. “Hey! Do something before you embarrass me in front of other people.”

Refreshing Memories ; Chloe & Xavier 

Xavier fell asleep rather quickly. It wasn’t the familiarity or comfort of the place but the sheer trust he had put in Chloe combined with the natural human response to the mental stress he had been exposed to. In other words, he was tired as fuck. The male just about noticed Chloe snuggling in before it went dark…

When Xavier woke, it all seemed like a dream. Except that he was in Chloe’s place; except that it was all true; except that… Hang on a fucking minute- “Chloe- Fuck, what the fuck!?” The male pulled at the chains, but it was no use. This woman not only lied to him in the most disgusting ways imaginable but also had the audacity to handcuff him while he was asleep. He was quite literally a prisoner now. But Xavier was still paralysed as his memories came flooding back. It was just too fucking much. “Why?” And she kissed him too. His cheek flushed in anger and embarrassment too. Another rough pull. The bed moved and made a creaking sound doing so but he was stuck, nonetheless. His hands clenched into fists. He was suddenly wide awake. “Fuck me… You’re a bloody coward and a cunt”, he growled. “Why the fuck did you do this to me?”

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That was one of the most peaceful night’s sleep Chloe had had in a long while. Maybe it had mostly to do with having a nice warm body cuddled up beside her. But it was also incredibly satisfying knowing that it was Xavier that willingly chose to join her in bed. And when morning came, she knew he would be far from happy with these turn of events. So the mistress had planned ahead of time. Thankfully, she kept a selection of cuffs in her house. Waking up earlier than usual, she was careful not to disturb the slumbering Xavier beside her as she secured him to her bedposts.

“Morning,” she said simply when she heard him stir. A cup of warm coffee sat between her hands as she took a sip. What a sight to wake up to--if Xavier wasn’t so volatile, Chloe might have tried to do this again. She frowned at him as he slewed insults and questions at her.

“Haven’t you already picked up on this? I’m rather fond of you, Xavier,” she replied. “And honestly, I was thinking of saving the fucking for next time, darling.” It was a cheeky comment, perhaps a little too comfortable given the situation. She let out a sigh, placing her coffee mug down atop the dresser. “Answer me this, Xavier. Did I hurt you last night? Did I do anything to physically harm you? You slept so comfortably and for at least one night, you were happy and content. At least you looked it. Did I not protect you while you had lost your memories?”

Dakota didn’t think they had a short temper, but they also didn’t really like being told what to do, either. They arched a brow at her, smirking. “If I’m getting on all fours, it’s definitely not going to be for you, and it’s definitely not going to be for running around in a circle,” they smirked.

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Chloe let out a sharp laugh, almost amused but mostly annoyed. “If you’re already willing to get on all fours, I don’t see why not for me right here and now. It’s the least that you could do for nearly boring me to death. Come now. I’ll even scratch you behind the ears,” she added condescendingly with a smirk.

“I… I’m sorry.” Cassiopeia stuttered as she stood before the Mistress, waiting for Milo to come back from his shift, they were going to go out for dinner, so she was sitting in the lobby upstairs above the cells when the Mistress came and said something and she said something back. But now this was happening and Cassi had no idea what to do, she felt very small and was hoping that Milo would come upstairs right then, she just wanted him to take her away from this Mistress. “I uh… I’m waiting for my Master.” She stuttered and hoped that she wasn’t being serious. 

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Chloe frowned at the apology. A brief glance over the slave showed that, unfortunately, this one was claimed. As annoyed as Chloe was with this woman, she knew better than to play with someone else’s toy. “Were you? I’m surprised because it seems clearly you must be poorly trained if you can’t even wait properly.” She tilted her head to one side, eyes narrowing at the slave. “Well? Are you just going to stand there after I’ve given you an order?”

Morgana couldn’t help but smirk as she gave permission to take the reins. That was already an expectation for her, she wouldn’t simply be an observer in this. “Gladly,” the succubus answered back, gripping the male by his short, dark hair. With the grip on his scalp, his head jerked to the side, letting him know that their playtime had begun. “We’re similar in that way. I seem to go through slaves pretty quickly. They can’t seem to hold my attention. And when they do, their bodies can’t seem to hold up against my needs,” she sneered, before spitting in his face. Her free hand reached out and smeared it across his face. “I’m going to show you a tool I use, that I have become quite fond of. They are very versatile,” she said, speaking over to Chloe. Morgana reached into her bag of tools and pulled out a handful of long, industrial thick zipties. “You, up against the desk,” the succubus roared, pinning his chest to the top of it, so that he was bending over. Morgana wrapped one around each wrist, then another around the handle of the drawers. “The desk is quite heavy. Even some of the larger males I bring in here can’t do much to move,” she said with a small shrug. 

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Chloe watched carefully, observing the way Morgana took control but also what seemed to terrify the slave the most. Was it their words? Their actions? Certain touches that struck a nerve? It was one thing to brute force a way into breaking someone down, but it learn and expose someone’s weaknesses made things far more interesting. Walking over, Chloe wondered what Morgana already had in mind. The zipties clearly looked heavy-duty. They weren’t quite Chloe’s taste but they were definitely cheaper than all the cuffs she preferred. “You’ve thought everything out,” she commented, impressed. “Don’t worry; you’re definitely in good hands,” she cooed softly to the slave, gently brushing the hair away from his face to better see the look of terror.

Xavier was close, so fucking close. She wasn’t talking to him but that only made it worse. She had this way about him, this thing for the lack of a better word that made him go wild, made him lose himself and forget all he stood for. This was precisely the reason he hadn’t reached out to her after last time. He knew himself too well. He would not know what he would be capable of doing but he was certain it would not end well – either for him or for her, maybe both, but mostly for him.

“Shut up” Although he didn’t raise his voice, the words cut through the air like a bullet. That was what it felt like for him. The world became almost soundless for a moment and the silence was deafening. But when Chloe turned, he saw red. Fucking red. In his mind, he was walking away, running even, but his feet made no move. His hand rubbed the fabric on his right thigh where his pistol used to be, slowly. It was good that it wasn’t there anymore. He wasn’t a killer. “Shut your fucking mouth, Chloe, or I swear to god I won’t be held accountable for what happens next”.  

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The words meant little to her, but it was the voice that caught Chloe’s attention. Raising a brow, she turned her attention to him. This had nothing to do with him and he felt the need to intervene. Of course, she figured he must still be upset with their last encounter. And for the amount of threats he threw at her, Chloe also knew it was only a matter of time before she pressed too many of his buttons. Still, what could he possibly do to her on this island without incurring tenfold onto himself? Amused, she tilted her head towards.

“Really, Xavier, darling? You keep saying that and, well, here we are again. We all know how this will go down. Why don’t you sit and calm yourself before you make a fool of yourself?”

“If I kept track of the times I’ve ‘lied’ or what I’ve ‘lied’ about, I wouldn’t get anything done. I probably told someone I cared for them to earn their favor.”

➳ Without saying who it is about, what is something that you want to say to them that you normally wouldn’t say to their face?

“There’s very little that I wouldn’t say to someone’s face, and the only reason would be that it wasn’t the right time. So I suppose the only thing that I wish to say to someone soon would be this: you will be mine and mine alone.”

“Infallible, magnificent, powerful.”

“Insolence. Incompetence. People who truly think they’re all good and innocent and pure; there’s no such thing. No one is as ‘pure’ as they present themselves to be.”

“Powerful, intimidating, awe-inspiring, and of course drop-dead beautiful. But I already am all those things, so if people don’t see that then they need to get their eyes checked.”

Keira was unsure if she was saying the correct things to Chloe. They had always worked on Rollo when she tried to please him and calm him before. Yet, Keira got this uneasy feeling that Chloe was not as pleased with her behavior and her performance. It was utterly terrifying to kneel before her and to sense that Keira was failing though all she knew was how to try and please those above her. 

“No, I’m happy to be here with you.” Keira assured her. Though she was terrified to her core of disappointing Chloe, she certainly was grateful to be showed enough attention to be taken out of her cell. Keira hoped she would not be punished or hurt, but she did truly fell like she was at the mercy of Chloe’s wishes. “I appreciate this lingerie, miss Chloe. It’s very pretty.” It truly was, it was too good for her. Yet, she was soon left alone with her thoughts. How terrifying it was to be left alone with Chloe acting as she was! Keira straightened her back and bowed her head while she was left alone, falling into the small space that was supposed to protect her from what was to come.

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The slave seemed honest enough despite how terrified she sounded. And Chloe found nothing more powerful to work with than fear. The things fear made people do were limitless and Chloe wanted to exploit all of that with Keira. She appeared so sweet and innocent, but when push comes to shove, would she still hold up that facade? All those thoughts filled her head as she walked away. Keira so far proved to be obedient enough, so Chloe wasn’t worried that she wouldn’t still be there by the time she came back.

Entering the dungeon that she was still setting up, Chloe searched through the dresser for something to entertain Keira with (or rather, entertain herself with. No guarantees that the slave would enjoy it). Though her collection was not quite complete, she grabbed an item that ought to bring some excitement to this rental. “Put this in--I’m sure you know where it goes and how to do it,” Chloe said upon returning, tossing a small, pill-like vibrator at the kneeling woman.