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Celeste's Pacific Downfall
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 10
The next day a haggard Celeste, still trying to physically and mentally recover from her ordeal with the patriot was marched over to the Rape Room. The woman in charge of her daily routine informed the blonde newscaster that she was to be attending a private session today; a birthday party for one of the senior clients.
"You should be honored that Xavier has allowed you to participate in such an important event. The client has been patronizing our facility for nearly three years and he demanded that you be the hostess for his party, the only hostess I might add. You will be entertaining seven members, all most eager to sample your charms."
Celeste began to tremble as the handler's words sank into her consciousness. Her first experience in the Rape Room had been terrifying and the only reason it had not been more traumatic was that she was able to play one pack of perverts against another and escape most of the pain and degradation that they dished out to the other unfortunates. This time she would be the total focus of the group, and worse still she would be restrained, her hands held behind her back by cuffs.
The captive experienced mixed feelings when she was led into the large room. On the positive side of things there was no one waiting anxiously for her. However unlike her first visit, this time the room was not merely a large open space with mats haphazardly placed on the floor. Her eyes locked in on the metal table located to one side of the room. It looked exactly like the kind used by her gynocologist when she had to undergo those embarrassing pelvic examinations that were so necessary to assure that she was in good health. In another area of the room sat what looked like an electric chair, complete with straps on the arms and legs as well as a metal cap located above the seat.
Celeste's mind refused at first to accept what she was observing. Then as it sank into her, she almost lost her poise, the only thing saving her was the realization that Xavier had committed her to other perverts, the next one due in a matter of days. Based on this evidence she knew that these people would not be allowed to do too much harm to her, but the issue remained, what did "too much" mean to the monsters that operated this torture chamber.
Without any warning the door to the room opened, allowing what seemed like a mob of naked men to enter. They wasted no time attacking Celeste who acted like a deer in the headlights. One got her in a choke hold and another tripped her, putting tremendous pressure on her windpipe as her shifting body weight put additional strain on the arm cutting off her air supply. Her tongue popped free of her mouth and only garbled noises came from her. Then one of them brought his knee up between her legs and flattened her cunt, making her feel as if she was about to vomit, except the arm bar against her throat precluded that from happening.
The one choking her now threw her to the floor, and eager hands began dragging her body toward one of the large mats so that her raping could begin. A large, fat man planted himself on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. He had a maniacal look on his pudgy face and before she could make a move his hands were wrapped around her neck, squeezing the life from her. She felt other hands pressing against her pubic region, while others yanked her thighs apart. She was on the verge of passing out from being strangled when a fight broke out among those fighting to be the first to rape her. In the subsequent melee a wayward punch struck the one choking her and Celeste was free to suck air into her burning lungs, as his heavy body slumped to the floor beside her.
Her respite was agonizingly brief. A thick length of hard cock plowed deep into her bone dry cunt and began attacking the lining of that narrow tube of flesh as it moved in and out with increasing speed and power as her rapist became more comfortably seated within her. Two more cocks filled her vision as they dueled for the right to penetrate her mouth and from that base, skewer her sensitive throat. Her lips were soon bruised and swollen as the struggle continued. She grunted and winced in pain as the one boring away inside her cunt had now begun bottoming out, his cudgel pounding away at the entrance to her uterus. To an onlooker the sight of a fourth cock fucking her armpit might have been humorous, but to the blonde it was ugly and horrifying.
One of the cocks finally gained entry into her mouth. To Celeste this was a relief of sorts since the battering of her face and mouth, especially the lips, had finally stopped. She decided that resistance was a mistake, and tried to make her throat relax so that the entry of the throbbing tube of hard flesh would have minimal pain attached. Unfortunately she had not anticipated the anger of the loser in this epic struggle. Suddenly her nostrils were pinched closed by a thumb and forefinger that tried to crush the yielding cartilage of her nose. The combined pain and her inability to breathe put the blonde newscaster into near panic. It was then that the one raping her cunt began to deliver what felt like hammer blows to her cervix, making her want to vomit if only there was some path from her roiling stomach to the outside world.
Celeste gave up the struggle and passed out. Evidently her assailants didn't notice that until a minute or so had gone by. Finally the one whose cock was lodged in her throat realized that her face was a pale blue and she was offering no response to what he was doing to her. On the other hand the one pinching her nostrils shut was so preoccupied with twisting and yanking her nipples with his free hand, that he was totally oblivious to her condition. Her attackers scurried away from her limp body once it sank in that she was on the verge of suffocating. The client was enraged at what had occurred, especially since he had not been able to get access to her body since they had begun the assault. He knew that in the event of the woman's death he would be held responsible and his considerable deposit would be forfeited. In addition he'd likely be barred from admittance to the club for some months.
In a fury he grabbed the blonde newscaster by the hair and attempted to pull her to her feet. Her body remained slack, and he was unable to do more than move her torso into a vertical position. Frustrated in his efforts, he began slapping her face with vicious blows that rocked her head from side to side. Abruptly she began coughing, a hollow raspy sound that was music to his ears. Then his anger returned; how dare she interfere with his enjoyment, making him appear to be a fool! He clenched his free hand into a fist and began smashing it against the side of her head, causing her ear to become swollen to nearly twice its original size as well as develop an ugly purple coloration. He let go of his grip on her long hair and she slumped to the floor, eyes fluttering and her bare breasts heaving as she tried to infuse her oxygen starved lungs with precious air. Moments later she was submerged in a sea of naked bodies as the celebrants rushed to resume their assault on her.
This time the client took command, establishing himself in a position that allowed his cock entry to Cleste's puckered butthole. She was too busy trying to accommodate at least three others who were fighting for access to her mouth and cunt to react to his assault on her colon. Fortunately for the blonde he was focused on watching her asshole swallow and regurgitate his hard length of thick flesh, and thus not insulted by her lack of response. Things happened at a pace that was dizzying; it seemed as if she was being continuously filled with new cocks probing every square inch of her channels. As soon as one twitched and spurted, it was replaced by another stiff invader.
Gradually her assailants tired until she was finally pinned to the floor by a pair of rapists who stood above her, one holding her legs and pulling them back to allow his companion to nail her asshole with his thick cock. Once he tired, they exchanged places to the cheers of the onlookers and her gaping anus was invaded by the other. She lost track of time as they tag teamed her over and over. Some of the audience became bored with their efforts and started to do other things to her body such as yank and twist her nipples until she screamed like a banshee, or pinch and scratch her thighs, leaving bloody furrows in their wake. One even managed to wedge his semihard cock into her mouth and force inch after inch down her throat, cutting off her air once more. That finally brought this phase of her attack to a conclusion, as she again passed out.
Celeste awoke to discover that she was now strapped securely to the metal table, her legs attached to the wings in a way that spread her thighs wide, giving her tormentors easy access to both her vulva and anus. A hard rubber dildo was greased and inserted into her raw, distended anal passageway. It took many long agonizing minutes before her asshole became loose enough to accept nearly the entire ten stiff inches of the toy. Had she known what was to follow, Celeste would have put up a determined struggle to avoid having that monster lodged securely inside her.
The dildo acted to narrow her well stretched vagina thus substantially increasing the resistance to anything inserted into her birth canal. When one of the rapists approached her with a speculum in his hand the blonde did not feel very threatened. This was something with which she was familiar, having undergone this kind of examination dozens upon dozens of times. This one proved to be a very unpleasant surprise. With utterly no concern for the pain it caused, the rapist jammed the cold metal into the mouth of her cunt. Due to the large rubber toy embedded in her rectum, her cunt walls had effectively lost most of their inherent elasticity.
He grinned down at Celeste and began to slam the palm of his big hand against the speculum, driving it inch by slow inch into her super tight tube, scraping away the mucous lining from the walls of her vagina. The pain grew more and more intense as the speculum was forced deeper and deeper into her shrunken channel. When no matter how hard he hammered at the hollow metal cylinder, there was no further penetration, he backed off with an evil smile on his face.
Celeste began to panic when another of these monsters, a man with huge, well muscled arms took his position betweeen her spread thighs, inhaled deeply and smashed the speculum at least an inch deeper into her tight cunt. The blonde captive felt as if she had been kicked in the belly by a mule. She struggled for breath, but was unable to make her lungs work. She hyperventilated, a sure sign that she had lost her poise and was unprepared for the next jack-hammer blow that sent the cylinder another inch or so into her sex tunnel, scraping more of the lining from it.
Vomit and bile spewed from her gasping mouth, most of it covering her big tits and running down to pool in her navel. Some formed a bizarre mask covering the lower portion of her face, and dripping from her chin. Two of these brutes took turns pounding their fists into her belly and groin, causing another volley of acidic material to be launched from her mouth and nostrils. They stepped back quickly when the newscaster lost control of her bladder and sent an arc of golden liquid into the air to at first land on the floor, then make a slow march backward to the source.
It was the guest of honor who finished her off. He grabbed her around the neck with both hands and began to squeeze the life from the woman. Celeste could do nothing but pray for help, knowing that the monitors in the room were being observed by someone from the organization running this insane asylum. She passed out, her face darkening as he continued to choke her with maniacal strength, forcing her tongue to protrude from her slack mouth, lolling to the side like that of an exhausted animal. Her face was nearly black and her vacant eyes were on the verge of popping from their sockets by the time two armed men threw open the doors and ordered the one strangling her to move away from the table or be shot.
Celeste awoke to discover her body strapped into the electric chair, or a reasonable copy of one. How could this be? What had happened since that monster began to strangle her? Was she saved, or did they just decide not to kill her just yet. Even as these thoughts were running through her mind, one of them was grinning wolfishly and pouring a jug of water into one of the two pans in which her bare feet were located. She found it impossible to move them since they were strapped securely to the chair frame. The blonde realized that the rubber dildo was still occupying her rectum, and worse still, the speculum remained lodged within her vagina.
She was not yet able to distinguish most of the brutes tormenting her, except for the one being feted, the fat man who had sat on her chest earlier, and the well muscled creature who had brutally smashed the speculum deep into her tender sex channel. Her head was suddenly rocked by a series of powerful slaps from the one who was being "honored". His face was contorted with rage and she could see spittle flying from his half opened mouth. As best she could figure, he was outraged that her foolish behavior had brought down trouble upon him, and she was about to pay dearly for this breach of conduct on her part.
He kept using the word "burn" to describe what was about to happen to her. Celeste almost panicked as it sank in that this was indeed some type of electric chair, and they intended to electrocute her with it. Once more the only thing that kept her sane was the realization that someone was observing what was happening in this torture chamber, and she could not be allowed to die. That was cold comfort when she thought about it. She would be saved from death so she could experience another close encounter with death at the hands of the executioner, her next client. Celeste was rapidly becoming convinced that she had died and was now in hell. Her reverie was broken by the first jolt of electricity that surged through her naked body.
( To be continued )