Chloe Beale: Evolution of a Deviant

This is a character study about Chloe Beale from Pitch Perfect. Only it’s an AU where she’s into bdsm.

Summary: Chloe‘s always known she was a little different.

By age thirty she can‘t figure out if she’s simply a masochist or an enthusiast sub. The one thing she’s certain of…she’s a sexual deviant.

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Chloe’s known since a young age that she was a little different.

Chloe assumes that when most kids fall off of their bicycles after having the training wheels taken off, they don’t scratch their scars and cuts because it tickles their brains. Don’t press on their bruises because some force within them compels them too.

Chloe likes the soreness. She enjoys the stinging pain. What a goofy little girl she is.

By the time high school rolls around the passionate and outgoing redhead makes the track team. Which means a lot of running practice. Which sometimes means sore or strained muscles.

It also means that Chloe stretches those muscles as many times as she can because it feels good when her legs shake uncontrollably and the discomfort fogs up her brain.

She’s a very weird girl. And it’s not because she thinks girls are pretty and might want to date them instead of boys. Chloe’s parents assure her that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. They tell her that if she’s gay then it’s a beautiful thing and she should be proud of who she is and anyone who tries to tell her any different is wrong and not very nice.

No. Chloe thinks she’s weird because when she tells people that she likes to push on her bruises or scratch her cuts and scabs or strain her already sore muscles because it feels good, they give her a weird look.

That doesn’t stop her from doing it every chance she gets. Chloe notices that eventually her body tells her to stop. She likes that because decisions aren’t her strong suit.

Chloe knows she likes helping people so she thinks going to college to become a doctor might be her calling. She also likes how medical school is competitive because Chloe is a driven and competitive person.

Barden University is full of pretty girls. A lot of them don’t seem to mind her dorkiness and lack of boundaries, they think it’s part of Chloe’s charm, and it is.

Chloe has sex with a couple of different girls during her first year. It’s wonderful and exciting her first few times but in the back of her mind, Chloe can’t help but feel…agitated. Restless.

The feelings only get worse from there as the remaining three years are torture for the odd ginger who struggles to find her balance or any way to cope with the stress of placing in the upper percentile of her class so that she can get into a good medical school.

Chloe becomes a lot more cranky. She lashes out at friends and good people who don’t deserve it. A fire rages within her which she just cannot seem to tame.

It’s late in her senior year of college when a bed buddy suggests something new to take her mind off the stress, when Chloe’s life changes forever.

Something savage and primal comes alive inside of her while she’s tied to the bed, blindfolded and powerless while a girl she barely knows enough to call a friend, goes down on her for what seems like hours.

Chloe’s never orgasmed harder in her life.

This fire, this animal hunger that rages inside of her, which screams to be set free is at last sated and finally silent.

Chloe experiences newfound focus and everyone from teachers to her friends notice a change in Chloe. Her hostility seems to have waned.

Old Chloe is back and renewed with purpose.

The sudden revitalization allows Chloe to find what she needs deep inside and she finishes college and is easily accepted into a top ten medical college. Her parents even offer to help her pay for an apartment, and she eagerly takes them up on it.

Like all good things though, it doesn’t last long. A few months later the animal hunger, this…fiery demon dwelling inside of her, manages to crawl out of its cave to rear its ugly head and torment Chloe once more.

Demon.

That’s a good name. Chloe likes it.

Now that she has a name for it she isn’t so hesitant to feed it.

Chloe spends the next couple of weeks researching everything she can about BDSM. She even creates a Fetlife profile thinking that might satisfy her demon.

It doesn’t.

Don’t get her wrong, she’s grateful for the tips, tricks, and experience. Grateful for opportunity to network and find solidarity amongst like-minded people, but something is still missing.

Her demon is still very very hungry.

One girl almost feeds it. They connect on FetLife and agree to meet up at the local gay club. Dancing and drinking ensue then the decision is made to go back to Chloe’s apartment. After a wonderful make-out session, they take things back to Chloe’s bedroom.

Breath play is something Chloe’s never tried before and being the wild adventurous spirit she was, naturally she says yes when her partner suggests it.

This girl, though, she’s too…easygoing. Knowing Chloe is fairly new to the lifestyle she simply doesn’t want to take any chances. She takes it easy on Chloe much to the redhead’s frustration.

“Harder,” Chloe begs. “More.” Her partner’s fingers are still around her neck.

“I’m sorry ZOEY. I don’t feel right about it.”

“Ughh,” Chloe groans. “My name is Chloe. Not Zoey.”

“Sorry,” she says.

“Please baby,” Chloe whines in the most seductive voice she can muster. “You aren’t going to break me, baby.”

“Hon, I just don’t feel comfortable squeezing any tighter.”

Chloe still comes and then returns the favor but the sex is wholly bland and uninspiring until moments after the girl leaves when Chloe is stricken with some last-minute inspiration. Suddenly she’s grateful that she met this rando after all.

She reaches for her laptop and begins researching until she stumbles across something she wants to try, but it’s incredibly dangerous.

Chloe is going to do it anyway.

She and her demon seem to be on the same page.

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Weeks pass before Chloe is able to find some free time for herself where she’s not bogged down by studying or other bullshit.

That doesn’t stop her friends from trying to get her to go along with some last-minute party plans. She’s tempted before she remembers that she’s been wanting to do this…thing for a while now.

“Oh please come out with us Chlo. Denise is taking us to this club where one of the bartenders has the hots for her. Half off on all of our drinks,” her friend from Barden and fellow med student Stacie Conrad shoves her arm while they walk across the street away from campus and towards Chloe’s apartment.

Fuck. It is a tempting offer.

“Aww, Stace. I want to but I’ve been so keyed up lately.”

“You have been pretty antsy,” Stacie agrees. They’ve reached Chloe’s apartment complex and Chloe stops short of the stairs. Her hand clasps the cold metal of the railing.

“Rain check babe. I haven’t had a night in, in ages,” Chloe moans then stretches. “Need to find my zen,” she chuckles. “Next time def.”

Stacie’s sigh is playful. “Damn Red. You must have some wicked plans?” she jokes.

Chloe laughs. “Oh totes.” She makes her way up the steps and throws her friend one last smile before disappearing into her apartment.

~

Chloe’s plans are very wicked indeed.

It’s why she finds herself sitting on her bed nearly an hour later with her back against the headboard.

Her long red hair damp and her skin supple from her shower. Chloe’s feet are bare and she’s wearing a loose-fitting shirt, a sadistic smile weaves its way onto Chloe’s face. Chloe’s left hand is between her legs, fingers teasing her sopping wet pussy and the fingers of her right hand have a leather strap around them. The strap runs limp between her hand and throat, where it circles in a loose slipknot. Chloe strokes herself while she trial and errors her way through this, stretching her arm until the strap grows taut. The slipknot does its job and tightens, and her lips part in an automatic reaction.

Having her breath cut off reminds her of the helpless feeling she gets whenever she makes a subpar grade on an exam. Or the rare occasions when a patient she really bonds with at the teaching hospital passes away. Or…better yet…how incredible she feels every time a girl ties her up and teases her pussy with their tongue demanding Chloe beg for release.

Her demon is talking to her. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Chloe’s pleased that her demon is pleased.

Chloe feels the agitation melting away. She pulls the strap tight again and clenches her teeth. Her lungs ache. She dances her middle finger over her labia to moisten it before she drags it up to circle her clit.

Chloe grunts and closes her eyes and her features twist in the pleasure of the pain inflicted in a way such that Michelangelo would find impossible to sketch the person on the bed and the feeling of euphoria she’s experiencing.

Finally, she feels the orgasm building like an explosion, inevitable in its approach, and her eyes open and focus on the ceiling as it overtakes the burn of deprivation and fills her body with pleasure. Chloe’s face tingles; she can barely feel her extremities; she feels on the verge of a seizure as her walls tighten around her fingers.

She reaches up and removes her noose, her throat raw and burning as she draws in a rough breath. Her other hand is held up, the moisture on her fingers catching the light. She brings it forward and slips one finger into her mouth. Delighted by how she tastes.

It’s fall so none of her friends find it the least bit strange that their friend favors turtlenecks all of a sudden.

They’re all focused on how lively and animated Chloe is.

~

Chloe still feels odd.

Is it weird?

Should she be concerned that she’s not bothered by the fact that she likes to choke herself with a strap while she masturbates?

She mistakenly shares her secret with a friend one night.

“You’re into BDSM?!” Michelle says louder than Chloe’s comfortable with, causing other people to turn and look at them. Chloe blushes. “Nuh-uh, I don’t believe it. You’re too…innocent.”