Celeste's Pacific Downfall
Chapter 5
Xavier summoned an older woman to act as Celeste's escort, and bid her
farewell for the present. On the way to her quarters Celeste bombarded the woman
with questions concerning this place and what was going to happen to her. She
received no answers, the woman acting as if she was deaf or that Celeste wasn't
even there. Arriving at their destination, the woman produced a key and
unlocked the door to this little room where the newswoman would spend the next
few days preparing herself for what was to follow.
The small windowless cubicle contained a bed and a chair, plus a
television mounted high up in one corner of the room. Unlike the average set,
this one performed two functions. It played the orientation tapes explaining her
duties and showing her other unfortunates who had either served or were serving
the clientele that frequented this house of horrors. It was also designed to
monitor her every move while she remained in this little cell-like room.
For the first time the woman spoke. She reached out her hand and said,
"Remove the rest of your clothing and give them to me. Then put your hands
behind your back so I can put the handcuffs on you. Once you are secured
properly I will explain the rules that you will follow. Failure to do so will
result in a great deal of pain for the first offense. The second will mean
death, a very slow death I might add." Celeste was stunned at her words; this
could not be happening to her. This had to be a bad dream from which she would
awaken any moment.
"You will be fed twice a day and allowed to visit the toilet, supervised
of course, each morning. There is a chamber pot beneath your bed that is to be
used at other times. You are to pay close attention to the information provided
by the tapes that will be played periodically during the day. I will personally
quiz you on the contents and you will be punished accordingly if you fail to
demonstrate that you have seen and understood the tapes. Other than that you are
allowed to rest, meditate, sleep or anything else that amuses you."
"You are not scheduled to meet with your first client until the day
after tomorrow at a time that has yet to be determined. That meeting will take
place in a different area properly equipped for the needs of your client. You
will make every effort to avoid causing problems for the client. In the event
that you cause him or her any distress during the session, it will be terminated
and you will be punished accordingly. After your punishment you will be taken to
another place off shore and disposed of in a manner that will allow the
organization to gain some compensation for the cost of acquiring and maintaining
you."
What Celeste heard depressed her deeply. It was apparent that her days
on this earth were numbered unless some kind of miracle occurred. Her only hope
lay in staying alive as long as possible. The longer she lived the better the
chance that this horrible place might be discovered and she be set free.
She had no way of telling the time and so she sat on the bed and waited
for one of the tapes to be played on the television. In some ways she was
looking forward to finding out more about what her duties were and the rules of
engagement that were to be enforced. The more she learned, the higher her
chances for survival, at least she wanted to believe that statement. She had
almost drifted off to sleep when the screen brightened and she was confronted by
a masked individual who spoke with no apparent accent, making it difficult to
judge where he had been raised.
"My name is of no consequence, but what I have to say is of the utmost
importance to your future as a member of this organization. Your only function
is to satisfy those clients who pay rather large sums of money to have their
fetches and itches attended to by persons like yourself. Those who choose to
resist are immediately dealt with. Pay close attention to what follows, you will
be asked to describe what you saw and why you think it happened before the next
tape is played." The screen went to black for perhaps a minute, giving Celeste a
chance to imagine what she might see when the monitor returned to life.
The screen brightened to reveal a naked, buxom girl of perhaps sixteen
or seventeen hanging from her wrists, feet inches from the concrete floor. She
looked to be Asian, perhaps a Filipina. Two masked men bare to the waist, their
hands encased in leather gloves, entered and approached her from both sides.
Suddenly one punched her squarely in the face, turning her nose into a bloody
mass of broken bones and bloody flesh. His companion moved closer and hooked his
fist into her belly, his tightly closed hand seeming to disappear into her
yielding flesh. This blow interrupted the strangled scream that had begun to
issue from her in response to the brutal blow that had just spread her nose all
over her face.
They took turns punching her with vicious, powerful blows that broke
almost every bone in her face. One of her eyes was literally popped from its
socket as the brute's fist broke that thin layer of protective bone into pieces.
A series of blows to her mouth broke teeth and split her lips into bloody
shreds. Bubbles of froth and blood spewed from the girl's broken mouth which
took on a lopsided look due to the fact that one of the men had broken one side
of her jaw with a particularly hard punch. They stepped back to catch their
breath and watch their victim writhe in agony, her face now a swollen mask of
blood and hideous bruises of many colors.
Celeste had to fight the urge to vomit. The utter brutality of what she
had just witnessed was inhuman; it had numbed her to the core of her being as
well as nearly stopping her heart from the feeling of fear it had evoked in her.
She could not help but imagine that would be the fate which would befall her
some time in the future. She felt this overwhelming urge to run, to flee from
this hellish place, but fear of the consequences held her fast to the bed.
Celeste realized that she had literally stopped breathing, so fearful was she of
this becoming her fate. Then the horror resumed.
The two brutes now had baseball bats in their hands. They took up
positions on either side of the naked girl's dangling body and proceeded to hit
her body with carefully placed blows, , tapping the spot that was to be struck
and then smashing the heavy wooden cudgel into that area with a preciseness that
was almost surgical. It took half a dozen rib-cracking blows on each side before
they were satisfied that one more good hit would prevent her ribcage from
fuctioning at all, thus causing her to die of asphixiation in a matter of
minutes. They had other plans for her before she would be allowed to expire.
The screen went black for a brief moment and when the picture returned
the camera angle had changed to a view of the girl from the rear. Her assailants
took up their positions on either side of her and began tapping her firm
buttocks with the bats before beginning the next assaut. The sound of those
heavy wooden clubs smashing into the girl's firm ass was sickening. Every
horrible blow turned the region that had been struck into a rapidly swelling
lump of discolored flesh from the blood vessels beneath that had been ruptured
by the force of the blow. Each of them concentrated on one of her cheeks and
after a time her hams began to merge into one throbbing mass of swollen
multi-colored flesh. Her outcries were reduced to a few muted grunts as the
energy required to scream placed more pressure on her broken ribs than she could
possibly bear.
After another brief break, the two men moved their attention to her
kidney area. The sound of the bats was much different now, this area had
relatively little padding in contrast to her fleshy bottom. The blows brought a
high pitched, almost whistling sound from the girl everytime she was struck.
Ripples of muscular contractions could be seen making their way across her
damaged body. They seemed to be trying to hit this area with only the head of
the bat, and when they were successful a keening sound was pulled from her that
sounded animal-like. Then they paused to take dead aim on her shoulder blades,
changing their stance and reaching out to tap the protruding arc of bone. The
blows landed in quick succession, each one yielding the sickening sound
associated with the breaking and splintering of the bones they had targeted. All
it took was one direct hit from each man and she went into convulsions, her
nervous system unable to deal with this new and terrible pain. Once more the
screen went blank and Celeste broke into uncontrollable, body-wracking tears as
hysteria overcame her.
Celeste had no idea of how long she gave into her worst fears, but
strangely enough a few minutes after she began to recover her wits and realize
that she could not afford to be governed by unreasonable fear, the screen
flickered back to life. She felt a lump in her throat as the camera zoomed in on
the girl who was still breathing, her air intake reduced substantially from all
the trauma her ribcage had suffered, but nevertheless still continued
functioning. Her face was grotesquely swollen and Celeste tried to turn her eyes
away from the broken boned visage that stared blankly from her one good eye at
the camera.
One of the men now stood behind her, his arms wrapped around the girl's
hips, his hands holding her cunt lips wide apart to reveal the pink interior.
The other one had turned his bat around so that the knob at the base was
positioned at the entrance to her cunt. Then without warning he plunged the knob
past her cunt lips and buried it at least six inches deep inside the dazed
Filipina. She made this odd squawking noise as her insides were torn open by the
force of the thrust. He twisted the bat around as she continued to make those
strange half squawking, half choking noises. When he withdrew the bat, the knob
was coated with blood and mucus. Shortly thereafter her cunt began to bleed as
well, the blood trickling down her thighs and forming a pool on the floor just
below the soles of her feet.
Again there was the briefest of pauses before the screen brightened to
show the girl's swollen ass, the purple-black cheeks parted by a set of
disembodied hands. It took one thrust to rupture her sphincter muscle to the
point that the second thrust of the bat collapsed the remaining protection,
allowing the knob to penetrate into her colon, tearing away at the defenseless
walls of her alimentary canal. The shreik that came from the young Filipina made
the hair on Celeste's nape stand straight out. She shut her eyes, refusing to
see what was being transmitted. Unfortunately she could not shut her ears to the
shrill sounds of the girl's death agonies. Somehow the volume had been raised to
a level that the girl's hideous, inhuman response to this terrible and at last
fatal pain assaulted Celeste's eardrums as if someone were slapping them over
and over. She joined the girl in a shreik that shocked her with its passion and
despair. Celeste fainted dead away, and moments later the screen went black.
She was roused from her stupor by the insistent shaking of her shoulder.
Celeste blinked her eyes and looked up to discover the woman who had brought her
here. "Enjoy the tape? Most of them don't, especially the first time they see
it. However after a couple of more viewings they learn to handle it enough to
get by, or they find themselves auditioning for that same role in a future tape.
The one that you saw came here full of piss and vinegar, but she didn't obey the
rules. You saw what happened to her. Now do you want that to happen to you? I
don't think so unless you are heavy into pain and don't like living."
It all came back to the blonde woman in a rush and she started shaking
and crying. She was rewarded with a couple of slaps across the face to bring her
out of it. "Now let's see how much you actually saw of this little
indoctrination tape. Let's start off with some simple questions. Which eye did
they knock out, her left or right one?" Celeste felt her gorge rising, this
place was not on the world she knew. She must have died and been sent to hell.
The woman's face clouded into a frown and she reached out and tweaked one of
Celeste's exposed and very sensitive nipples until the news anchor gasped in
pain.
The questions came quickly, and her answers were more wrong than right.
Finally her captor sighed and slapped her across the face. " I must be getting
old, but I guess I'll give you another chance to see the tape over. This time
you better pay a lot closer attention to what took place, not what you think you
saw. Then I'll be back and we'll play twenty questions again, and this time you
better get most of the answers right or things will go very badly for you. The
organization won't tolerate cunts who are stupid, that makes the clients
unhappy."
To make sure that Celeste watched every frame of the tape, her eyes were
taped open. Then the woman pulled out a remote from her pocket and turned the
set on, making sure that the volume was set at its highest level. "I'll be back
in a couple of hours to give you your final exam. No matter what you score on
it, it will be your final exam, just remember that. By the way just so you don't
get lonely the tape is programmed to automatically repeat itself until I turn it
off with the remote. So you should have plenty of time to make sure you get all
the details right." As the door to her cell shut, the screen lit up and Celeste
stared at the naked teenager hanging from a hook in the ceiling, her feet a few
inches from the concrete floor. She sure had nice tits, big and firm, the kind
that Celeste always wanted.
( To be continued)
