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Celeste's Pacific Downfall -
Chapter 14
To celebrate his victory over death the
masked monster once more raped his victim. This time he used his huge cock to
block her windpipe and slowly strangle her. She was no match for his strength,
barely able to open her eyes and softly plead for mercy or a quick death, which
brought a fiendish laugh from behind the mask.
"There shall be no mercy for you, now
or ever! You are the thrall of death and I am but his humble servant. You will suffer and wish
for his cold embrace, but it is not so easy to become one with death, as I
think you are discovering."
She could make no sense from what he said.
Her mind was in total turmoil, she had no concept of time any longer. Fear and
panic had taken permanent hold of her. What little touch to humanity that
remained was slowly being drained from her psyche. To Celeste, there was no
life, no death, just this interminable limbo and the awful pain that came and
went.
He had dragged her to the seesaw and
strapped her tightly to the rough board; arms pulled up over her head and tied
with strips of leather to a peg. He stripped and settled his cadaverous body
onto hers in such a manner that allowed him to feed his cock into his victim's
mouth. He placed his long fingers at the back of her jaws and pressed until
they locked in place. The executioner knew his anatomy, he had spent years
studying the human body and as usual it was paying dividends. With her mouth
slack it would be no challenge to enter her and begin to block her windpipe
with its massive girth.
However first he had to harden his weapon,
and he accomplished this by tit fucking Celeste, his big hands squeezing her
tits together to increase the friction they could generate as his cock sawed away
between them. In the process he managed to open some of her old wounds and soon
his cock was flecked with her blood, bringing a hideous cackle from his throat.
Gradually that ugly length of gristle grew longer and fatter, the ideal
implement for slowly strangling the woman. He had no intention of killing her
in this manner; it merely was his way to celebrate what had passed and what was
to come.
Satisfied that his wart-covered cock was
ready for the task, he locked her jaws wide using the tips of his fingers to effectively
paralyze the muscles controlling them. He shifted his position so that the
angle at which his cock entered her mouth would lead directly to her gullet.
His first thrust plugged her windpipe completely and she barely made an attempt
to struggle, already giving up to whatever he intended. He pressed forward and
his cock slipped further down her throat, stretching the soft tissue to its
limit. The executioner paused to enjoy the sensations of her throat convulsing
from the pressure he was applying to it. Celeste's face had already turned red,
and her eyes were starting to bulge from their sockets as she was being
suffocated. He pulled back, discovering that he was nearly trapped by her
reaction to his cock's presence in her throat. That was something he wished to
avoid; to strangle her now would defeat his aim to add more pain and suffering
to her miserable existence, but not to end her life.
He resumed torturing her; moving that
engine of destruction down the shaft of her throat, completely cutting off her
air supply. Celeste's face slowly returned to red, then grew paler as her lungs
labored to find the precious oxygen the body needed to sustain itself. Her lips
turned blue and then a darker shade, almost purple. Her eyes were wide, but saw
nothing. She had not drawn breath for over a minute, he decided to go for
another thirty seconds. To amuse himself he began throttling his comatose prey,
enjoying the way her eyes seemed to grow larger as her face now took on an ashy
cast to it that announced the approach of death. He was not about to sacrifice
her this easily, and so he yanked his cock from her ravaged throat wth a loud
pop, then listened to her wheeze and cough as the air began to pass into her
lungs which eagerly accepted and processed it.
The executioner went back to tit fucking
his victim, working his cock between her battered and bruised sacks of fat at
the same time that his powerful hands mauled and twisted those fun bags, as
some of her boyfriends had described them in better times. He felt himself
approaching another ejaculation, and he wanted to make sure that every drop was
emptied into her throat as she gasped for that precious life-giving commodity
that we all take so much for granted. He popped the head of his misshapen cock
into her bruised throat and jammed it deep this time, enjoying how much pain he
was causing. He moved it from side to side to make sure there was enough room
to maneuver. Her gullet had been so stretched out of shape that her voice was
nearly gone, as she would discover shortly.
He began to throat-fuck her, driving his
cock deeper and deeper with each short thrust. It did not take long before his
nutsack tightened and then his churning testicles errupted, sending a salvo of
hot cum into his victim's throat and ultimately down into her belly and lungs
as well. By the time he finished, Celeste was unconscious and once more on the
verge of death. This time he brutally revived her by slamming his fist into her
sternum until she coughed up some bile and her eyes flew open in horror, as she realized she still lived and
would be able suffer even more torture from this madman.
The executioner dressed once more, making
sure that his stethoscope was displayed prominently. He proceeded to restrain any movement in
Celeste's head, using a special strap that covered her brow. She was too far
gone to even wonder what the purpose of this new restraint could possibly be.
Then he checked the level of water in the small rectangular tank by tipping the
seesaw, to which Celeste was tightly bound, into it. He clucked his tongue and
added just enough water so that Celeste's nose barely broke the surface. He
checked everything for stability and then set it into motion driven by a small
motor attached to a fitting on the underside of the board.
The first ten or fifteen cycles were
accomplished without any difficulty for the blonde newscaster. Her breathing
became fairly normal, considering the circumstances, and when he checked her
heart and lungs, they too were handling the pressures associated with this
operation. As before, she was being lulled into a sense of false security. Her
mind was in such a confused state that she had no recollection of what had
happened to her previously, something that he was depending upon for maximum
effect. This time there was no abrupt change that threw her from one state to
another. Instead it was insidious the way he raised the level of water to just
cover her nose. On every other cycle he added perhaps an ounce or two of water.
It took many cycles before it dawned on the woman that she was now immersed
below the water level at the end of each swing. Still, most of the time she was
able to draw breath.
Now the executioner began to pull the
wings off this fly. Not only did he continue to add more water to the tank
after each cycle, he started penetrating her cunt with his long fingers,
distracting her to the point that she lost her composure, swallowing water that
in turn made her panic. From there it was a slaughter as she lost control
completely. To finish off this round he drove his fist down into her belly, not
once but a number of times. It proved almost impossible for her to take a deep
breath because of all the outside events that were happening. Left alone she
probably would have been able to survive for much longer before starting to
drown, but not this way. To add to her misery he turned up the speed at which
the seesaw dunked its occupant. Celeste gasped and choked and swallowed more
and more water. Then she lost all control and began inhaling the contents of
the tank ending this stage of her torment.
He waited until her body had totally
relaxed, showing no reaction whether she was beneath the surface or above the
water's level. The seesaw was stopped and he checked her vital signs. She still
had a pulse, even though it was weak and thready. He decided to resuscitate her
in a rather bizarre manner. Balling up his large hand into a fist he began to
fist-fuck his victim. At first even her insides were cool to the touch, and she
failed to respond to the meanest of assaults on her damaged cunt. He kept at
it, moving deeper into her fuck tunnel and meeting significant resistance from
her cooling flesh. Undeterred, he persisted and went further down that tight
tube.
Nearly half his forearm was inside her
pussy when he decided to start fisting her seriously. Back and forth his fist
went, punching away inside that tight tunnel and gradually feeling the return
of some body heat, a very good sign that she was recovering. Then she moaned,
coughed and brought up some water, followed by a lot more that streamed from
both her mouth and nostrils. The executioner had notched another victory over
death, but many bouts remained before this woman might be considered free of
immediate banishment to the underworld.
This time Celeste was given no opportunity
to rest or prepare herself for whatever new terror her torturer planned for
her. Immediately she was plunged into the tank and held at the bottom until her
lungs began to take in water. Then she was brought up long enough for her to
spit up the water, and once more sent to the bottom so that her lungs would
again fill with water. This time he added to her agony by punching her in the
belly, forcing even more water to be ingested.
Up she came to be revived for still another trip.
She could not keep up with the surprises
he sprang. She was fisted while she swallowed water by the pint, but still
brought back to endure even more brutal treatment. His favorite and the one
that broke her will to survive was to punch her in the solar plexus while she
was being held under water. This paralyzed her so she couldn't breathe. Thus
when he brought her up, she went into convulsions as she literally drowned in a
sea of air. This challenged the executioner's skills to the maximum, for he had
to wait until that network of nerves behind her stomach wall could restore
themselves before he could apply his knowledge to defeat his adversary one
more time.
Celeste was icy cold and gray faced before
he tried to jump start her heart with a
jolt of electricity. Three times he ran current through her silent heart
muscle, failing each time. At that point he went from science to folk
knowledge, utilizing a long needle to probe certain muscles in her chest cavity
that in principle would induce respiration. To his amazement it was successful,
his subject had once more cheated death, allowing him to carry out more of his
agenda. What he didn't know was that the long period devoid of oxygen for her brain
had turned her into more of a vegetable than a human being.
She remained on the seesaw, but now it was
moved to another section of the room, near a drain and a water tap that jutted
from the wall. The executioner produced a rubber mask that fit over the lower
portion of Celeste's face, with a small opening that was located in the area of
her mouth. A length of rubber tubing was
attached to the opening, making a fit that was akin to a seal. The other end in
turn was attached to the water tap. Celeste made no attempt to struggle or show
any interest in what was about to transpire, her mind having shut down except
for certain critical functions such as breathing and sensing. Although she
could see and hear, what those inputs meant to her badly damaged brain were
unknown.
This torture was a variation on what was
often done to heretics during the Inquisition. Hundreds of years later, it
still was basically the same. Celeste's stomach would be filled with water at
various rates, but always with the same result. Her stomach would expand until
it intruded into space normally occupied by her lungs. If carefully done the
victim would be slowly suffocated. The trick was to inflate her stomach at a
very slow rate once it started making contact with her lungs. If done too
quickly her body would attempt to violently expel the contents of her swollen
belly, often with disastrous consequences. If done with care, and repeated
often enough, the victim's stomach muscles could be weakened to the point that
they would not function properly. Her belly would then undergo catastrophic
expansion that would not only flatten her lungs, it could lead to the rupture
of her stomach, causing an agonizing death.
For his own reasons the executioner was
not interested in weakening Celeste's stomach muscles, perhaps because it would
take an inordinate amount of time, and he had other plans for her once this
phase of her torture was done. The first time he filled her rapidly,
measuring Celeste's girth and checking
her lungs every few minutes as she
struggled to keep up with the flow of water entering her mouth. On occasion she
would falter and water would be expelled from her nostrils, much to the delight
of her torturer. He was unhappy about her overall lack of response to this fiendish
process. Most of the time she merely swallowed automatically and made no
noticeable response to the enormous swelling of her stomach. Gradually her face
lost color and her breathing became labored as more and more of her lung
capacity was taken away by her evergrowing belly that now made her appear to be
in an advanced stage of pregnancy. The executioner stopped the flow of water so
she could accommodate to her new body state, now dominated by her belly. He
continued to check her lungs and satisfied that she still could take more
water, he opened the tap and finished her off.
(To be continued-lex
ludite)