Celeste's Pacific Downfall
Chapter 8
Fortunately for Celeste the one trying to sodomize her had some
difficulties getting sufficently erect to do the deed, and he quickly lost
interest in her. Meanwhile the other must have had a hair-trigger, because
before she could even adjust to his cock, it started to splatter its load of cum
all over the walls of her well stretched cunt. She only had a minor respite and
then she and her two bedraggled companions were overwhelmed by the army of
rapists and worse who fell upon them as if they were nothing but prey, or as one
screamed, "fuckmeat". The newscaster had gained some benefit from her first
session in this torture chamber, and so was able to somewhat minimize the damage
to her naked body. Her two companions were not so fortunate. The best Celeste
could figure, they had been here so long and taken so much punishment, that they
were at the end of their ropes, almost incapable of defending themselves from
the pack of slavering perverts that sensed their lives were nearing an end and
wanted to do their worse before they escaped into the next world.
The rape pack was composed of ten males ranging in age from the early
20s to the mid 50s. No one in their right mind would have described any of these
creatures as attractive, or for that matter even normal appearing. Each had some
obvious type of physical imperfection, some more than one, and many exhibited
conditions that would have been easily recognized by any medical person as being
associated with having been afflicted by some kind of venereal disease. Celeste
shuddered at the possibility that these misshapen subhumans might be
transmitting any and all manner of diseases including HIV, the precurser to AIDS
and the incurable herpes complex. On the other hand, at this point she would
have seriously considered a tradeoff that would accept contracting some
terrible disease in exchange for her freedom. Already Celeste had no illusions
that she would live long and prosper in this hellish environment.
The majority of the pack immediately homed in on the frail woman whose
breasts were covered with teeth marks. It looked as if she was the center of a
rugby scrum, completely disappearing beneath a mass of clawing, screaming, naked
males, all intent on ripping her body to shreds or skewering it with their sex
organs. The sounds they made as they fought for their prey could never be
associated with human beings; these were animals of the jungle fighting for food
or perhaps the right to mate with a female now in season.
A few of the pack did not enter the lists, deciding it was more
effective to bring down one of the other pieces of fuckmeat, since there would
be little or no competition from the others. As luck would have it, two males
attacked the blonde newscaster and wrestled her to the mat. However neither one
was capable of penetrating her, their cocks were only half hard at best. So they
took turns holding her down while the other pawed at her breasts and pubic
mound, trying to jam as many fingers into any available hole as they could.
Celeste did the smart thing and remained silent, knowing that to scream would
only draw the attention of others who might be moved to attack her as well.
The unequal struggle soon resulted in Celeste being pinned to the mat,
her legs spread wide, her vulva totally vulnerable and about to be entered by
the larger of the pair that had brought her to earth, so to speak. He thrust
into her like a madman, which was probably what he was at that time. To his
victim, it was as if he had just stabbed her; the pain was tremendous. She could
not catch her breath because the other was lying on her face and pawing her
breasts. Her assailant pulled back and rammed his cock deep into her body once
more, grunting like the animal he had become. The pressure was intense, this one
had a large cock and it felt like a club was beating her insides. He started
howling and stabbing her over and over while the other mauled her and gibbered
with excitement. Celeste began to think she had been thrown into a cage full of
wild animals, animals that were more wily than those in the wild. Then she
caught a break; the other decided it was his turn and so the pair began to
struggle over their prize. The woman rolled out of harm's way and hoped for the
best; perhaps those two might exhaust each other in their insane struggle,
leaving her free from any threat from them.
When Celeste caught sight of what was occurring across the room, she
could not believe her eyes. She was a rather sophisticated person and in her
travels had seen more than her share of porn movies, but nothing she had ever
witnessed prepared her for what was going on approximately twenty feet from she
lay. There were five males having their way with the woman simultaneously. She
was on her hands and knees, head up as the result of the two monsters who were
taking turns cramming their hard cocks into her mouth, sometimes in tandem,
other times simultaneously. There was a steady stream of drool pouring from her
open mouth as the two cocks sawed away deep within her throat, scraping the
sensitive tissue lining it.
There was another male on his back beneath her, his prong buried inside
her raw and bleeding vagina. It was merely lodged inside her, he was not even
bothering to pump in and out of his prey. Instead he was literally chewing away
on her drooping breasts, his face partially coated with blood that oozed from
dozens of puncture wounds caused by his constant biting. Celeste felt as if she
was about to vomit, and only the fear that this might attract attention to her,
prevented this from happening.
Finally there were two males intent upon ruining her sphincter and the
colon it was designed to protect. One was kneeling behind her, his body bent
into a slight arc. He was almost fully inserted into her rectum, perhaps an inch
or two showing. The way they had positioned her body, angled down and away from
the second rapist, he was able to establish a foothold into her grotesquely
stretched anus, and work his very long, but small diameter cock into her colon
as well. Currently he was grunting from the effort of sawing his cock in and out
of her super tight tunnel. Celeste gagged when she saw that the second cock was
rapidly becoming coated with blood. The pair had somehow managed to tear her
insides and they were bellowing their triumph for all to hear.
The first time Celeste realized that she wasn't paying attention to all
the potential attackers, was when an arm bar was put across her neck, cutting
off her air supply and driving her into a panic. Her situation became more
precarious when someone brought a knee up into her vulva, neatly splitting her
labia apart, and forcing up some bile from her knotting stomach. Celeste
remembered very little of the gang rape she suffered. One moment did stand out
in her mind, that being when she was double penetrated, one male in her vagina,
spitting all over her as he tried to drive his stiff sex organ through her sore,
tender tunnel, and the other with his hands in her mouth trying to spread her
jaws to well beyond their capability while his hard cock reamed out her rear
entryway. Then someone hit her between the breasts with his fist, driving the
air from her lungs and making Celeste pass out.
When she was revived by her handler, everyone had departed the room
except the painfully thin woman with the mutilated breasts. She was lying on her
back, eyes closed and her face settled into a look that might be almost
considered serene. Celeste felt very woozy and disoriented and it took her a few
moments before she realized that the woman wasn't breathing. It was then that
the blonde newscaster gave into the wall of unreasoning fear that she had fended
off ever since she arrived at this stopover to hell. Even as she screamed and
raged to the heavens the pool of blood issuing from the woman's ruptured vagina
and torn anus continued to spread. Celeste had no idea how she got back to her
little cell, but when she awoke she was on her back, face up so that the first
view she got was the spidery cracks on the ceiling above her.
Celeste spent the greater part of the day trying to recover from the
horrors she had witnessed, as well as suffered. Food was provided and she
managed to eat, understanding that she needed to keep her strength up in order
to have any chance to survive the rigors of this charnel house. Just before it
was time to try and get what passed for sleep these days, the closed circuit TV
sprang into life and there sat Xavier, looking calm and composed as he usually
did. He wasted little time getting down to brass tacks.
"My dear Celeste, this is another opportunity for you to stay in my good
graces, thus avoiding an uncomfortable plane ride and an even more painful
period as you are brought closer and closer to the ultimate experience we all
must suffer before we go to the next step from which there can be no return." In
spite of all that had transpired to date, Celeste was still a bit awed at the
sound of his voice and what the words he used meant for her. That outburst
earlier today had steeled her will to continue to resist in hopes that a miracle
would occur to save her from the awful fate that had befell the thin vicitm of
the Rape Room pack. She focused her complete attention on his words as he
continued to speak.
"Tomorrow morning you are scheduled for a session with another of my
more unique clients. I do pay close attention to what they have to say about the
personnel that serve them when they are here. In the case of my dear friend, the
patriot, something that you unknowingly did set him off, resulting in the rather
unfortunate situation in which you found yourself. Know that I do not consider
you to be completely at fault when it came to creating the situation in which he
could not properly function. He and I are working diligently to see that such an
incident does not ever happen again."
"Tomorow you will interact with another of my special clients. He is
called the dentist by his peers, but he refuses to acknowledge that appellation,
reserving another for himself. Out of respect for this valued client I will go
no further in this matter. However I must give you fair warning, this one holds
your fate in his hands, in more ways than one I might add. Do not do anything
that might cause him discomfort, for you will suffer a thousand fold worse, even
before you leave my domain for the last time."
The screen went to black before the newscaster could even begin to react
to those last words of warning. She felt unsettled at what she had heard. The
amount of information she had received from Xavier had not given her much to go
on. She had little choice but to adopt a conservative tack and be ready to react
immediately and do her best to capitalize on any opportunity that came her way.
What other course could she take? Even though she gave herself a number of pep
talks, it was many hours before she fell into a fitful sleep that was peopled by
a cast of characters closely akin to those she had actually encountered at his
place of darkness and despair.
The next day she was roused earlier than she would have preferred,
especially when she realized what was facing her this morning. The handler let
her take care of personal business before escorting the blonde down one of the
many long corridors in this prison/torture chamber. "Your client likes to get an
early start, and he specifically requests that all his patients fast for at
least twelve hours before he sees them." Her laconic comments did nothing to
improve Cleste's anxiety. They entered a small room featuring a holding fixture
identical to the one to which she had been attached while the patriot had
tortured and raped her in their aborted session. She made no attempt to resist
as she was secured within the confines of this articulated metal restraining
device. However when the handler used a special strap that went around her
forehead to hold her head rigid, the newscaster began to become nervous and
agitated. The woman ignored her obvious discomfort and made a comment to the
effect that she'd have to wax the prisoner's pubes before her next session with
Mr. Clean. This set off a new round of worries for Celeste. What fetish activity
would he be practicing on her helpless naked body?
Once the handler left, the newscaster had a few minutes to herself,
which may have been deliberate. Now her imagination could run wild, conjuring up
all sorts of horrible possibilities that fed the fires of her insecurity at what
lay before her. Then the door opened and a rather nondescript man in his mid to
late 40s entered, carrying a black medical bag. He was tall, on the thin side,
with watery blue eyes that carefully examined her naked body so totally
vulnerable to him. His face broke into a smile as he came closer. "I am
impressed. You have a fine body and I love those tits." As he spoke, his hand
fondled one of Celeste's breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and almost gently
moving it from side to side.
His comments evoked a set of conflicting emotions in the woman.
Basically she was thinking the worst, rape and beyond, but at the same time she
was thankful that someone in this house of horrors appreciated her body for what
it was. Celeste had always been thankful for her physical appearance and did her
best to retain it. The brutal treatment she had endured to date had almost made
her forget that she was basically an attractive, desirable female, not a piece
of fuckmeat.
By the time she snapped out of her reverie he had already pulled down
his pants and underwear and was manipulating a rather average sized cock. "I
think we both need to take the edge off before I get busy with your
examination." His words jolted Celeste back to reality, and she sighed
inwardly, realizing that to this man she too was just another piece of fuckmeat.
The dentist made some adjustments to the fixture to which she was attached,
raising her crotch a few inches and moving the wings so that her thighs were
spread wide to make penetration easy for her rapist. He coughed up a ball of
phlegm and spit into his hand and rubbed it into the mouth of her cunt as a form
of lubrication. Celeste tried not to react negatively to what he was about to do
to her.
He jammed his hard cock into her with a loud grunt, swiveling his hips
slightly to give his thrust a bit more force. She restrained the urge to gasp
or cry out as he entered, in fact she tried to assist him in maximizing her
penetration. Then he leaned forward and stuck his tongue into her mouth, which
took her by surprise and she reacted without thinking, trying to draw away, but
was saved by the band of metal that held her head fixed. She made herself go
limp for a moment, planning how to properly respond to this assault without
causing him to become angry. He pulled back and slammed his cock home once more
with a smile of satisfaction etched on his face.
Celeste tried to think about anything but what was happening to her
body. To her dismay he proved to have a lot more self control than she expected,
and he continued to plow away inside of her for one long minute after another,
his tongue probing her mouth and then working its way deeper to begin to enter
her throat. He had an amazingly long tongue and she could actually feel it
flicking against the back of her throat, almost making her gag. She willed
herself to stay calm and make no move that could be interpreted as a rebuff on
her part.
When he finally ejaculated, he used her mouth. One moment he was busily
pumping away within her yielding cunt, and the next he was clambering onto her
body with one hand grasping his twitching cock and the other holding onto the
pillar to which she was strapped. She had the presence of mind to open her
mouth and allow him to jam his spurting cock inside it to release his load. She
did her best to accommodate every bit of what he shot into her mouth, and held
it until he gave her the command to swish it around and then swallow it. As her
throat moved, signaling that she was doing as he ordered, the dentist smiled and
patted her on the head as if she was some kind of pet who had just done a trick
for her master. Celeste was on her way to rock bottom, and deep inside her
psyche she knew that it was true.
Now she had to face up to her worst fears. What would he proceed to do
to her now that he had "gotten his edge off"? He quickly dressed and placed his
bag on the small table next to Celeste. She remembered what had come from the
valise that other pervert had in his possession. The first item he withdrew was
some type of dental fixture; she'd seen one like it in her dentist's office. He
told her to open wide and she complied, shutting her eyes like a little girl who
didn't really want to see what was coming next. He fitted it within her mouth
and fiddled with some screws until her jaws were propped open. She was surprised
by the fact that he didn't seem to be trying to make this operation painful for
her. Then he began to speak, almost as if she wasn't in the chair with her mouth
wide and vulnerable to whatever he might choose to do.
"I know people refer to me as a dentist, but I am decidedly more than
just a pedestrian dentist, I'm a specialist. Some dentists specialize in
removing teeth, that's not what I do." He smiled at the look on her face. He
knew that what he had just mentioned struck fear into all those who sat in the
chair waiting for whatever he was going to do to them. He was amused at how this
one reacted, her breathing grew ragged for a moment, but then almost immediately
settled down, a good sign. This one was strong and would provide him with many
pleasant hours if she behaved this way consistently. He patted her on the arm
and continued.
"My specialty is gums. I am a periodonist, that is what I specialize in
doing, I take care of my patients' gums." Celeste wasn't quite sure what this
meant. She did remember the last time when she'd had her last teeth cleaning
and examination her hygienist had emphasized a procedure that would enhance the
well-being of her gums, thus protecting her teeth from becoming loose as she
grew older. Like most young people she had not yet taken this advice to heart.
Now here she was, naked, freshly raped and humiliated, and this pervert was
telling her that he treated gums. For a second she was sure she was losing her
mind, then she regrouped and settled down.
"Naturally the first thing I'm going to do is give your gums a very
careful examination. There should be very little discomfort unless I see
something that needs attention, and then I normally use anesthetic to control
the pain." She stared fixedly at his hand as it extracted a dental tool that the
hygienist had used to look for what she called gumline cavities, or potential
cavity areas known as pockets. Celeste took a deep breath and prepared herself
for what might occur. Just before the pain exploded in her mouth she saw the
insane glint in the man's eyes. The pain was awesome and totally unexpected,
thus intensifying the way she reacted to it. He made a clucking sound and more
pain followed. This time she also tasted blood, her own. She lost her state of
calmness and reacted irrationally, just as he had anticipated. Now the game
would begin, and he knew in advance just how long it would go on and what the
outcome would be.
For what seemed like an eternity the dentist moved from one region to
another, probing her gums. Sometimes there was an almost gentle pressure and a
reassuring sound from her torturer, and other times it was intense agonizing
pain, once and then again in the same spot, as if to make absolutely certain
that she knew he had "found" something that excited him. It did not take Celeste
very long to realize that he was toying with her mind, deliberately hurting her
in some type of demented and at the same time random pattern.
Midway through the "game" when he struck a particularly rich vein of
super sensitive flesh, she lost control of her bladder and nearly got urine on
him. He was more nimble than he appeared, or perhaps much more familiar with the
signs of such an impending result from his fiendish probing. Once as she was
reacting to a blinding wall of pain, she realized why he wanted his "patients"
to fast for at least twelve hours. He wasn't eager for them to throw up and
possibly choke to death before he could retrieve the fixture that kept their
jaws wide apart. Finally it was over for this session after he had caused her to
nearly break her jaw in reacting to the last wallop of pain that radiated from
the area of her still submerged wisdom teeth.
The pain was over, but the degradation and humiliation had yet to run
its course. The dentist needed to restore his equilibrium after all the
excitement she had created in him. What better way than to sodomize the patient
who had brought this upon herself by taking less than perfect care of her gums.
Now she faced many lengthy sessions where things much worse than she had
experienced today would take place. For now she would have to atone by taking
his cock up her sore asshole without a whimper. Celeste did her best, even
though he took even longer than before to ejaculate. Because of the way he had
positioned her body this time, with her legs pointed almost above her head, he
was easily able to withdraw from her twitching asshole and present his filthy
cock for her to take in and then cleanse once she had disposed of his ejaculate.
He left without any comment and Celeste heaved a sigh of relief. For all
the pain and degradation, she had survived. Now there would be time for some
rest and an opportunity to regain her composure so she could endure whatever
trials were being planned for her. It was a minute or so later that the door
opened and two men she had not seen before escorted the patriot into the room.
He had a big smile on his face and she cringed in terror as he spoke, " Hello
you miserable cunt! In spite of my armed escort, we have some unfinished
business to take care of."
( To be continued)
