Celeste's Pacific Downfall

                               Celeste's Pacific Downfall

                                                                               Chapter 11

       As the electrons danced and crawled through every nook and cranny of her twitching body, Celeste discovered she was incapable of screaming, thus preventing her from venting some of the terrifying mental pressure that was rapidly building within her. Her vision began to blur and her ability to hear and understand what those around her were saying totally disappeared. All this happened in a matter of a few seconds. Just as suddenly as it began, the electricity stopped. She was still alive and her senses rapidly returned. No sooner had she taken a deep breath than the second jolt struck, a much longer and more intense burst of electrical power that cut off her ability to breathe. For some reason this time her eyes locked onto her thighs where the muscles below the skin were changing shape, knotting and then flattening as if in concert with the rise and fall of the electric waves traversing her bare body.

       When her senses returned she heard a voice cackling just before the switch was once again thrown, sending an even more powerful surge of burning pain through her twitching, bare body. This time it felt as if the fluid in her eyes was on the verge of boiling away. Then an overwhelming pain started in her stuffed rectum; muscle contractions had forced her sphincter to clamp down tightly on the invader stretching her colon. Celeste felt as if the top if her head was about to be ripped away as the electrons burned new pathways through her straining tendons and made her entire body writhe against the bonds that held her in this torture chair. The electricity seemed to wax and wane as it slowly cooked her insides. She began to mindlessly chew her lips and the inside of her mouth as they fluttered in concert with the variations in electrical power marching down from the helmet covering her skull.

       They gave her a little break from the electricity, but only so some of her hair could be removed from the top of her skull to make a better connection. Celeste could smell the noxious material that was being rubbed into her shaven scalp. She was so disconcerted by what was happening that all she could do was obsess about the loss of her hair, as if her looks had anything to do one way or the other with her fate. She began to sob and beg as the top electrode was clamped against her shaven skull in preparation for the next round of electric shocks they would give her. They didn't keep her waiting, a bolt of power seemed to split her head into a number of shattered pieces and then ran down the highway that was her body, as she croaked and writhed against the leather straps holding her helpless. She actually chipped a tooth from the awful convulsions that were induced by this first blast of renewed power.

       A new hand took control of the knife-edge switch and turned it on and off swiftly, jolting Celeste into a panic. Then it went on, off and on, and stayed on. The pale-eyed blonde's naked body twitched and shook as the electrons danced, pulsed and raced pell-mell, causing her blood vessels to dilate producing terrible cramps in many areas of her body and preventing her from breathing as well. A lopsided face came into her field of view and she could barely make it out as the power made her skin ripple and her muscles contract and relax over and over. Someone made the mistake of touching Celeste's hard nippled tits and paid the price in pain. A faint wisp of smoke rose from beneath the helmet that directed the electricity into the victim. Celeste was now frothing at the mouth, her eyes bulging, her body quivering and contracting as the power played havoc with her muscle control, breathing and ability to think, see or speak. She was now nothing but a spastic puppet dancing crazily from the strings held by a madman. Finally someone opened the switch and the blonde newscaster collapsed against her bonds, still acting as if the power was pulsing through her bare body.

       There still remained one more indignity that she had to endure before she was released from the chair and prepared for the next sick party game. She was surrounded by the perverts who had been tormenting her for what seemed like hours. For the moment she was free from the burning assaults she had been experiencing. From the grinning faces she could make out, they were getting ready to do something bad to her once again. One of them dragged a small step ladder to the front of the chair. The guest of honor mounted it and pointed his cock towards her face so she was staring directly at its bulbous head. While she was distracted, she didn't notice that the others were straining to release the piss from their bladders. First one sighed and his stream began painting her thighs, others quickly followed, washing her bare body with rivers of piss. Then the one standing on the step ladder released his stream as well, painting her eyes and startled face with his acrid waste.

       Celeste was so busy reacting to this latest degradation that she was caught totally unaware when the switch was thrown and she took the maximum blast of electricity that the chair was capable of delivering. This was beyond anything she had endured to date. Now the combination of maximum power coupled with the reduced resistance from her piss coated body raised the amount of current flowing through her contorted torso to new heights.  She could not blink her eyes, she could not breathe, every muscle in her body seemed to be cramping at the same time. Her teeth began to hurt and that pain grew rapidly to almost take over her entire focus. Something had happened to her jaws to make them clench to the point that she thought her teeth were on the verge of cracking. Her eyes began to water, but that didn't matter much since she suddenly went blind and her heart almost stopped from the panic that ensued within her scrambled mind.

       The newscaster was now experiencing her first taste of hell, all in a matter of a few seconds. Then the power was turned off briefly to further confuse her addled brain. One of the perverts was pissing directly onto the speculum jammed into her cunt, creating steam from the electrically heated metal. The one on the step ladder was now seeing how much of his burning piss he could shoot up into her nostrils. The power came back on with a vengeance and Celeste went stiff as a board, her entire body turned into a gigantic tuning fork. Tiny spurts of her own piss coated the speculum, only adding to the agony she was enduring. Her skin crawled and appeared to her audience as if it was trying to separate itself from her burning flesh.

       The electricity was now playing havoc with her body's temperature; it was slowly increasing. Beads of perspiration broke out on her brow and moved to her face. Droplets of sweat from her overheating body dripped from the tips of her blistering tits. Her tongue protruded from her mouth, giving her the appearance of a demented circus clown. All the while the electrons raced through her bones and flesh, beginning to raise their temperature to dangerous levels. Then the electricity was shut off by a fail-safe relay that prevented further power from being sent through the blonde's body. Many years ago Xavier had lost a slave being fried in the electric chair due to over exuberance on the part of her torturers. He vowed this would never happen again, and so far his promise had been kept.

       It was a nearly comatose Celeste who was released from the chair and prepared for the next ordeal. Prior to that it was decided that she needed something to wake her up so she could enjoy what was about to occur. The birthday boy decreed that she be gangbangd for the next half hour or so by his assembled friends. At first they were unable to remove the speculum that had been driven deep into her cunt. So she was reduced to only two holes plus her tits and armpits, the latter having a certain appeal to a number of the perverts working on her. The initial assaults produced a lower than anticipated response from the star attraction.

       However when two of the celebrants managed to get their cocks jammed into her dilated asshole, things improved as far as her screams and begging. She was on her back, her legs pulled up and then held in a wide split so that the two men in her asshole could move independently to skewer her tender insides. A third member joined the party, power fucking her throat from above. Not to be outdone, a fourth man managed to get himself situated so his cock could saw away between her imprisoned tits that were tender to the touch and caused her to wail like an animal in terrible pain whenever the one fucking her throat gave her a chance to suck in some air.

       Those waiting impatiently for a turn urged the ones using Celeste's body to hurry and hurt her as much as they could, bragging that no matter what they did, those waiting would out do them. The helpless woman had no say at all in the raping she was taking. Celeste was so weak from the electric chair, that they didn't even bother to restrain her. The minutes crept by and the cocks doing her were replaced by fresh meat which continued the merciless assault on her body. Again she suffered the agony of a double penetration of her gaping asshole that this time resulted in a trickle of blood oozing from that raw, distended, unblinking eye of a wound that was once a tight, well-toned tunnel for only those knowledgeable enough to plumb its depths. Her big, bruised tits were coated with enough sperm to form a crusted covering that bubbled and cracked as she drew breath. Two others had comandeered her armpits and were pounding into the sweaty flesh with maniacal force.

       Once they erupted, burying the skin under twin loads of boiling cum, the birthday boy called an end to this little break.He then proceeded to describe the final game in which his victim would play a part in celebration of his day. His audience was driven into a new frenzy as he provided the details of her final ordeal. In honor of his birthday celebrating the conclusion of his fifty-second year, his birthday girl would have seven metal rings, seven extremely sharp-edged metal rings glued to seven positions on her body. The five would consist of two rings glued to her big tits,over the nipples, another on her belly ,a fourth just above her cunt and the fifth framing the tip of the speculum lodged deep within her pouting pussy. The two would be represented by rings glued to her buttocks.

       For each round Celeste would be hoisted off her feet by a rope around her neck with her hands and feet tightly tied to provide a stable target. Her naked body would be spun and each member of the birthday party would get the opportunity to use a wooden paddle to drive one of the rings deep into her flesh. After the beginning of each spin, the contestant had three seconds to strike, or lose his turn.  Celeste then would be returned to her feet to regain her breath before the next round began. According to his calculations, excluding himself, there were seven members attending this party. In the event that after seven rounds there remained a ring or rings that had not been struck, he would finish the job, no matter how many spins it took.

       Celeste was still too dazed to fully comprehend what was about to happen to her. She was numb to her surroundings, and hadn't been able to understand all that the guest of honor said to the crowd of perverts  itching to get busy on her once more. The fat man who had caused her so much grief earlier was selected to hoist her body into the air so that the birthday boy could wind her up and let her spin. The force which he used to hoist her off her feet nearly snapped her neck like a twig.The pervert leader yelled at the fat man to use some caution.

       This break in the routine meant that precious seconds went by, seconds that brought the victim close to death. The head man had the good sense to hold up her body so that no added pressure would be brought to bear on her windpipe. Then he marched her around in a circle a number of times, then let her go and she began spinning slowly, but quickly increased her speed. He counted to three and stepped away so the first pervert could take a swing at her with the paddle, a heavy plank of hardwood not easy to control. His swing was well off the mark and a wave of boos greeted his effort. Celeste was too busy trying to avoid vomiting as well as strangulation to realize her good fortune,as the paddle glanced off her hip.

       Once more Celeste was lifted by her neck and spun, the process being a lot smoother than the first effort. However the result was the same, a glancing blow to the shoulder, well off the mark. There were now two very unhappy people standing there with nothing to do except threaten and curse Celeste, as if she had any control of her destiny. The third man closed his eyes and swung hard at where her tits should be. Celeste croaked and choked, gasping for air at the shock she had just received, the ring on her left tit sunk into the flesh drawing a circular pattern of blackish blood that oozed to the surface. The human pinata was in a bad way, unable to draw breath and at the same time already suffocating from the rope around her neck that constricted her air passageway to near zero. It took some teamwork for her to be rescued so she could approach death one more time.

       One of the next two contestants missed and the other made a partial strike, driving half of the ring glued to her belly into her flesh, starting another semi-circular pattern of bleeding. The sixth contestant scored a direct hit on the ring attached to her right  buttock. The force of the blow numbed the region so she was spared that shock to her nervous system as the ring bit deep into her firm bottom flesh, yielding a mini-geyser of blood. Moments later as they were preparing her for the last spin in this round, Xavier's voice boomed from the monitoring televison located in the upper corner of the room. He announced that the organizer of this session had been assessed a blood fee and it would be deducted from his escrow account. This information did not make him particularly happy, but he accepted this judgement and continued the game. Celeste vomited and passed out when the ring framing her cunt lips was driven deep by a lucky hit. This time the blood was minimal, but the swelling of those fat cunt lips was hard to believe. Three rings remained in play, all to be the reward for the host of this party for perverts. He declared a brief recess so his prey could be revived to enjoy his triumph.

       There was much muttering among the party participants, and it grew in volume as he declared himself ready to take his swings. The fat man refused his order to yank the rope to lift Celeste off her feet. There was dead silence in the room. He called for another volunteer to lift and spin the newscaster, offering one swing for whoever stepped forward. A thin, middle-aged fellow tried his luck, but did not have sufficient strength to pull the woman off her feet. Instead he merely strangled Celeste, her tongue lolling from her mouth  like an exhausted animal. It was at this point that security personnel arrived and declared the session to be concluded as per Xavier's order. Anyone who wished to differ with this judgment was offered the opportunity to see Xavier in person within the next ten minutes. There were no takers. Minutes later the room was deserted except for a huddled, crying, hysterical Celeste. The door opened for the last time today and the woman responsible for her upkeep entered to escort her to the medical facility so she could be checked over before being returned to her room to await further duty. Had she known it would be the periodontist, she might have tried to commit suicide, so depressed had she become.

                       (To be continued-lex ludite)