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Celeste's Pacific Downfall - Chapter 12
The doctor who checked her over also removed the speculum that had been driven deep into her pussy. Since he didn't use any anesthetic, the process was most painful, almost as bad as how it felt when the device was kicked into her snatch. He recommended that her vagina not be used for at least three days, some small comfort to the dazed and distraught woman. He also commented that the patriot was going to be furious that his American flag tattoo had been damaged by the perverted partygoers, but that would be something for Xavier to handle. Finally he gave her a shot in the rump, deliberately making no attempt to avoid hurting her. Like everyone else in this charnel house the doctor was a pervert, getting his kicks from hurting his patients and depressing them with his prognoses and observations concerning their declining health.
Celeste could not believe that she was being taken to another room where a client awaited. She literally lost control of her bladder when she saw the one called the periodontist waiting for her with his torture instruments laid out carefully on the tray beside the fixture that would hold her in an iron grip as he worked to save her gums from various diseases that she didn't have. She struggled mightily against her handler despite her weakened condition. Her fear gave her inhuman strength, and finally the woman had to call for assistance.
Two huge brutes in uniform carrying cattle prods appeared quickly and made short work of her resistance as the sadistic client watched gleefully. One put her into a half-nelson and the other jammed his prod into the mouth of her sore cunt and gave her a good jolt of electricity that made Celeste go limp and bring up some bile from her stomach. They were not finished with her yet. They dragged her to her feet and this time the other one gave her a dose of juice by jamming his prod between her big tits and nearly stopping her heart. She fainted from the shock.
When Celeste awoke she was strapped down on the fixture with her head held firmly by a clamp that seemed to be one turn away from cracking her skull. The straps holding her body down were so tight she could only take shallow breaths. The periodontist approached her with a device that would open her mouth to its limit and keep it in that painful position while he tortured her gums and teeth. She thought her jaws were going to break as he slowly moved the lever that applied the force to them. Celeste panicked when she accidently let some saliva go down the wrong pipe, choking her for a few seconds that seemed like half an eternity. He squirted some water down her throat to clear it, commenting that he certainly didn't want her choking to death after all the trouble he had taken to get her ready for this next procedure.
He was too busy to notice, or even make any comments on the condition of his patient's naked body. The periodontist was totally focused on his work to the exclusion of everything else. Celeste almost lost her mind when he leaned over and whispered that today he would be trying some experimental procedures on her, that might be stressing, but would likely benefit future patients. He showed her a thin loop of metal with another wire spot welded to it.The loop was then fitted around one of her upper molars, one that he hadn't worked on previously. The other wire was attached to a small black box on the tray.
He grinned down at her and flipped a switch on the box. For perhaps thirty seconds Celeste felt nothing. She had almost gotten comfortable with this strange apparatus when she felt the loop beginning to get cold. At first the pain was minimal, but with the passage of time the tooth to which it was connected began to cool down. Now the pain spread quickly to her gum line. She heard, before she felt, the first tiny crack in the cementum that bonded the tooth to the jawbone. Now there was a lancing pain as the tooth contracted from the cold and began stressing the entire area of cementum surrounding the molar. The pain raced to her face, especially the area beneath her eye socket. The pain level increased steadily, reflecting the difference in temperature between the molar and the surrounding gum tissue.
One thing that the perverted dentist wannabe had not taken into consideration was the other layers that made up the tooth. Each had a different coefficient of expansion as a function of temperature. What this meant in reality was that the tooth would crack internally, causing the patient a level of pain that was hard to equal short of forcing the liquid in her eyes to boil, making them explode. The pain level approached Celeste's limit and then went beyond as she gibbered and prayed for death. She was unaware that her tormentor had disrobed and was preparing to sodomize her to celebrate driving her to the brink of madness.
The blonde newscaster passed out, thus missing the experience of her tooth cracking into dozens of fragments, some tearing away portions of the gum surrounding the disintegrating molar. She also deprived the periodontist of the pleasure of watching her reaction as his hard cock reamed out her tender rectum. However the rape of her asshole was more for his pleasure than her pain. To kick up the pain level would require the use of his extender, an attachment that put nearly fifteen total inches of cock and plastic to work rearranging her colon and a portion of her lower intestine.
When he revived his patient, he enjoyed her reactions as she struggled madly against her bonds, his cum still dribbling from her distended asshole which had been cruelly used while she was unconscious. Her eyes popped when she realized that another one of her teeth was now looped and connected to the little black box. This time it was a canine, a lower one in the interests of symmetry. The machine began to hum, and Celeste lost her composure immediately, much to the enjoyment of her torturer. He took a small dental forcep and used it to pull and twist her nipples as she screamed herself hoarse between that pain and the growing agony radiating from the next tooth to undergo this sadistic procedure. She wondered in those brief moments of sanity just how many teeth were going to be destroyed in this manner at the session.
For his own reasons, the periodontist didn't freeze the tooth as quickly as the prior molar. This acted to prolong the build up of pain. Since Celeste had already been through the process, and was helpless to prevent it, the wait was agonizing, extremely agonizing. This was exactly what he had wanted. He put the extra time to good use, applying the dental forceps and an extractor to her tits and nipples, actually causing one of her pinkish nubbins to bleed from the vicious yanking and twisting he gave it. Next he tore into the patriot's flag, turning those small stars into bleeding fields, all the while reveling in the high pitched screams and squawks that he forced from his patient's mouth.
He had just made a minor inroad to one of the blonde's armpits, exposed and vulnerable thanks to the way her arms were restrained above her head.He was using an excavator that ended in a sharp hook to puncture the flesh and then flay it, exposing the deeper layers of skin for probing and tearing. Celeste had long since lost her voice and was approaching madness for the second time in this session. Without warning, part of the canine exploded into fragments that were even smaller than from the molar, while sheets of enamel were sheared away, some exiting from her propped open mouth, others embedded into the nearby flesh surrounding the ruined canine, and a few chunks found lodging inside her tongue. She quickly began to generate a bloody froth from her mouth and moments later went into shock, her naked body shaking violently.
He stepped back and took in his latest triumph, and it made him happy. He was now inspired to really go to work on this woman's gums and teeth, that is if she could be revived for more pain. He looked over his instruments to see what was available for this purpose. Before he could begin, it was necessary to stop the flow of blood from both areas and do some excavating to remove some of the larger, more damaging pieces of teeth that remained in her gums. He knew that this could be accomplished while she remained in shock. He decided that was best, since if she struggled and became hysterical most of his plans would likely be thwarted.
He siphoned up most of the blood and some fragments, following this by spraying the area with an astringent. Even though his patient was unconscious, her body twitched and her eyes opened and closed in response to the pain that he had added to the already huge load she had experienced. He selected a hypodermic needle, a fearsome looking device nearly a half-foot in length with a reservoir containing a double dose of stimulants that would bring her out of the semi-coma she had retreated into for protection. He positioned it at the back of her mouth, where her levered jaws exposed the most sensitive flesh.
Normally such a shot would be made by gently pricking the top area of flesh and then slowly working the needle further down as the pain killer numbed the flesh around the needle tip. However this was not the approach he took. He drove the needle at an angle into her flesh until it contacted her jaw bone. Her eyes flew open and the oddest sound came from her, a cross between a squeal and a whoop. The terrible pain had jump started her back into consciousness, only to be greeted by an even greater pain than anything she had endured to date.
Her mind briefly collapsed, returning her to infancy as her bladder and bowels failed simultaneously, much to the anger and dismay of her torturer. He yanked the needle from her jaw and plunged it back into her flesh for a second time, not for any reason except to make her feel pain. He too had become so caught up in what he was doing that he had lost contact with reality as well. What finally brought him to his senses, such as they were, was the vomit issuing from her propped open mouth. Unless she got her into another position, and quickly , her lungs would likely fill with her own vomit, effectively suffocating her. This would also end the career, and perhaps even the life of this arch sadist.
He went to work furiously removing her bonds so she could bend over at the waist, making it easier for her to rid her lungs and air passage of the vomit that might have lodged there. It was then that Xavier made known his presence, informing the client that he was on the verge of being heavily fined and suspended from using the facilities unless he could restore the organization's property to something akin to proper working order. This only made the periodontist work faster, for now it was not only his victim at stake, he too was on the griddle. Moments later security and medical people entered the room and as he was escorted away to see Xavier, the medical people went to work stabilizing Celeste.
The prognosis for her long term state of health was dismal. The latest client had pushed her over the edge. The medical people recommended that she be processed for shipment to the island, the final step for nearly all those unfortunate women who entered this human slaughter house. Celeste had not lasted as long as some, but she had been "stressed" by experts; those sadists who lived only to inflict pain on their helpless victims. Xavier reviewed the findings, but decided that even in her current near-vegetative state, Celeste would be able to satisfy yet another client before she made her final contribution to the organization's coffers.
For two days she was allowed to rest and regain some of her strength lost to the last sadist she had entertained. Late on the second day she was taken to the medical facility and reexamined. They determined that she could support the next client scheduled to work on her. Celeste was injected with drugs to enhance her reaction to pain and stimulate her befogged mind. To anyone except a medical expert she would appear normal, especially to the types who used the women staffing this horror house. Due to the nature of the client and his speciality, the session would be taped for distribution regardless of the outcome. Based on past performances, Celeste had a one in three chance of dying during the session, but that was more than acceptable when the organization considered the fee this person routinely paid for his pleasures. The blonde newscaster was about to meet the modern version of Jack the Ripper, known here as the Executioner.
(To be continued-lex ludite)
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