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Celeste's Pacific Downfall - Chapter 15
Xavier had been following the session with a great deal of interest. It was apparent to him that Celeste had reached that point in her existence where she would make an excellent candidate for a trip to the island, discovered quite by accident over thirty years ago by the founders of his organization. Under normal conditions a quirky confluence of wind, waves, and competing ocean currents created a micro fogbank that effectively hid the island from view except under the rarest of circumstances.
The closest inhabitants, who were not even aware of the island's existence, were only too happy to sell it to the strangers who made them a more than fair offer for a piece of property they didn't even know they owned. What made the transaction so valuable was that none of the original "owners" could locate the island, which allowed the new owners to provide false information concerning its precise location on the registry documents.
Over the years that followed, an island infrastructure was carefully developed in almost total secrecy. An airstrip was carved out and then carefully camouflaged just in case another party accidentally discovered the island from the air. To create this miracle of construction required that in the early stages the workers be dropped from low flying aircraft just off the fog bank. They used inflatable rafts plus materials and tools to reach the island and begin the construction project that took the better part of eighteeen months to complete. The homing beacon they set up made it possible for aircraft to land and thus the project moved rather quickly afterwards.
First came the construction of the two main sound stages, complete with the most modern cameras and lighting. Accommodations for visitors were then built and hidden as well, mostly buried beneath the sand and coral that composed most of this strip of land in the middle of the Pacific. The use of electric generators and a facility for producing potable water made the island liveable for brief periods, sufficient to allow its main purpose, which was the making of snuff films for a very selective clientelle to whom money was no object.
Nearly ten years ago the first snuff films were shot on the new sound stages manned by the best directors and camera people that money could tempt. The two stars were down at the heels porn starlets who failed to make the big time and were desperate for any opportunity to earn some cash. No one remembers their real or stage names, nor does anyone care, since neither was ever listed as missing, let alone deceased. Naturally the ladies in question were both disappointed and utterly shocked to discover that they were expected to give their all for the team, in their capacities as the victims.
Without going into the gory details, the films followed the general pattern of brutal rape and torture finally topped off by the coup de grace featuring buckets of gore and maimed body parts. The stars were not clued in on their roles in the grand finale until it was too late. Their honest reactions separated these from other lower cost snuff films being made at the time. It should also be noted that the great majority of "snuff" films made in those days were bogus. The making of two features per trip became a tradition since it allowed just one, relatively inexpensive aircraft to carry all the cast and technical folk that would be involved in the films. The first plane was purchased, reconfigured, upgraded and hangered at an airport located outside of a small coastal town peopled by fishermen who were not the curious type.
Xavier's responsibilities were to provide a pool of suitable candidates to star in these snuff film extravaganzas, and make sure that there was no trail that could connect the missing women and the shadowy organization that operated this highly profitable enterprise. With the passage of time his part of the business had grown quickly and now provided nearly thirty percent of the organization's profits. Selecting Celeste for the island was assuming some risk, but that was inherent in this business. On the upside her appearance would add some degree of cachet to the enterprise, since she was once considered a minor celebrity in the television industry.
The monitor was now showing the Executioner moving to the next segment in his extended session. Xavier had already made the decision on Celeste, but had yet to break the news to his client. He decided to allow this very important customer a final round of torment before ending the session. The blonde was almost comatose by now, but still responding after a fashion to the cruel things that were being done to her. The client had assembled a simple but effective means of hanging his victim, and was putting it into practice.
The noose he was using was made of a very special type of rope. When soaked in water, its length would increase by nearly five percent when under tension, such as would be supplied by this woman, who weighed a little over one hundred pounds naked. As Xavier watched, he very carefully played out just enough rope to force his victim to balance her entire weight on her toes to avoid strangling. Once this state was achieved, he carefully examined her trembling legs to make sure that they were still capable of keeping her in this very stressful position. Then he did something that separated him from the run of the mill sadists that frequented this charnel house.
He selected a rattan cane from his arsenal of torture instruments and without any warning or preparation began using it to tear into Celeste's belly and upper thighs. The shock of his attack caused her to panic and lose her balance, the noose cutting off her air. The executioner stepped back and watched the uneven struggle taking place. Celeste's face changed color from chalk white to ruddy red and then pale blue as the oxygen necessary for life and brain function was gadually withdrawn by the noose. Just as Xavier was raising his finger to signal the security personnel, who stood ready to rush into the torture chamber and prevent the monster from killing Xavier's property, the Executioner stepped forward and grasped his victim's body to allow some degree of composure to return.
Celeste once more assumed the position, the backs of her legs knotting from the strain of staying on the tips of her toes. Now the maniac grabbed her tits and began twisting them cruelly as she struggled to retain her balance against the wave of pain that shot through her sore dugs. Still not satisfied, the sadist began biting his victim's tits, leaving deep teeth marks, some actually breaking the skin and drawing blood. Xavier had to admit that when it came to unrelenting cruelty the Executioner was in a league of his own. Once more he decided to allow his client some slack before ending his torture of this near vegetable.
Now the fiend played a hair dryer over the rope that ended around her neck. He spent perhaps five miutes drying the wet rope and adding to the pressure on his subject's neck. A hollow, choked cough announced that she was no longer in contact with the floor. Her toes were a fraction of an inch from touching, under the circumstances it could have been a mile, it had the same effect. She was just too spent to call upon any hidden reserves; the news anchor had burned them all just surviving to this point.
Again Xavier prepared to press the button to stop this contest between his client and himself. Secretly the overseer was enthralled at the taste this creature had for making people suffer to their limits and a bit beyond. He wondered just how long Celeste might have lasted if she had been fresh from being kidnapped, physically and mentally at her peak of strength. This was not a fair test of her survival capability.
Even as he mused, the Executioner's prey was once again on the verge of strangling to death. Her face was ashen, eyes bulging and yet seeing nothing. The first tremor had begun to make her extremities act as if she was suffering from the palsy. When her red tongue began lolling from her mouth, acting as a complement to her bluish lips, the fiend grasped her by the tits and hoisted her body into the air to relieve the strain on her throat. Her chest heaved once and then again as she gulped in the precious air that would keep her alive for even more torment. Once he was certain she was conscious and alert, the sadistic monster carefully left her hanging while he located and placed a small block of wood beneath her feet for support. There was more for her to suffer, of that Xavier was sure.
He made some adjustments on the noose and upon removing the block of wood, Celeste was once more balanced on the tips of her toes. Xavier smiled when he saw the cane brought back into play. However it wasn't used on her taut body that was so perfectly vulnerable for its kiss of fire. It was instead brought to bear on the soles of her swollen feet. This was a variation on the bastinado technique used quite frequently in Asia and Africa. Every blow forced the blonde victim to reflexively push her foot off the floor to escape the next blow, thus putting her in jeopardy from asphixiation. Again and again he made her dance in agony, moving herself closer and closer to strangulation.
After some twenty strokes with the cane, Celeste had become so disoriented from the pain that she once more hung herself. Xavier realized that this torture could go on for a very long time, but each time he was taking a bigger risk that the blonde would succumb despite his best efforts to prevent it. Unwilling to take any additional risk he pressed the button and watched dispassionately as his security people confronted the silver masked monster. The Executioner did not take too kindly to this interruption and said so to the men. One of them brandished a cattle prod and threatened him with it. That was all that was needed to make the wraith back away and let them retrieve the organization's property. At that point Xavier lost interest in the proceedings and turned to other duties.
There was a very important decision to be made within the next few weeks. Which two candidates would be selected for a one way trip to the island? If Celeste showed signs of some degree of recovery, she was a likely candidate, having been spared some of the physical damage that the two others had accumulated in their stay at this halfway house to hell. None of the trio had any idea of the existence of the others. That was one of the cardinal rules of this facility. The two "lucky" winners of this one-way trip would not meet even when they were on the island, although there had been some suggestions from the script writers that one might make a cameo appearance in the other's film. This was considered too risky since it might cause a less than ideal response from the one doing the cameo when it came for her performance in the film in which she was the "star".
Candidate A had been here the longest by six weeks and she showed it both physically as well as mentally. However she had not had the "pleasure" of working with the Executioner, who was considered by far to be the most challenging client Xavier had. She had been through the mill, despite avoiding making his acquaintance. What finally had convinced her handlers that she was ready to move on to bigger and better roles in the organization was her most recent session with the Electrician.
This fiend used electricity to torture his victims, and even had his own custom made electric chair that made the one used to torture Celeste appear to be a toy. Over the years he had developed a map of the female body that included recommended voltages and currents that could be used between any two positions. He had developed a lethality coefficient that utilized the victim's weight, age, blood pressure and other physical measurements, which was over ninety-five percent accurate. In his three years of visiting the organization's "holding tank", he had lost only one subject and even she might have survived except for collateral problems that arose while the victim was absorbing electrons, which was his way of describing the torture he inflicted on these hapless female victims.
The final session wth him was the one that determined her suitability for the island. He was amusing himself by using electricity to distort the muscles controlling her face, freezing it into grotesque expressions that also caused excruciating pain. To enhance his enjoyment of her suffering he had semi-paralyzed her vocal cords before starting on her face, which resulted in shreeches and squawks that didn't sound human. He became so engrossed in his work that he miscalculated and accidently sent a powerful surge of electricity through her brain. He had inadvertently created a circuitous path to that region due to the effective elimination of what should have been a blocking region located at an interface between her face and cranium. It was not until the end of the session that he realized his mistake. By then it was too late to rectify the situation, his subject's intelligence had been permanently and substantially degraded.
Candidate B had only been here for a few weeks and had caused Xavier serious trouble on two occasions. She was black, beautiful, built like a pervert's wet dream and had the sassiest mouth, hands down, of any occupant of Xavier's halfway house, now or in the dark past. Her ability to take punishment was nearly off-scale. She seemed to look upon it as a challenge to be beaten senseless, revived and beaten senseless again, only to ask her client if that was the best he had to offer.
She strictly worked the rough trade, those persons who lacked the self-training and sophistication of an Executioner, Electrician or Periodontist. To make matters worse, candidate B had been a professional prostitute before joining Xavier's organization. The reason for her being here was that she could not stop insulting her customers about their lack of ability to properly satisfy her with their undersized cocks, or their lack of techique. Even though she was drop-dead gorgeous and awesomely constructed, her mouth drove the customers away except for the few wimps that came to her for the mental beatdown she provided. She had missed her calling which was that of a dominatrix, but that's life or in this case, near death. The net result was her pimp sold her to Xavier for a rather low price, and he understood what he was getting.
Despite her physical prowess, the steady diet of fists, rubber hoses, water sports including forced ingestion of gallons of dishwater, golden showers and the like, lit cigarettes, straps, broomhandles, whips, and canes had an debilitating effect on her attitude and ability to entertain clients. She had been gangbanged for as long as thirty hours straight, kept at fever pitch by drugs.
Her anus had recently suffered a partial tear from having a baseball bat shoved into it by an outraged customer who had taken too much of her continuous barrage of insults despite what he did to her, beating her so badly that her head was lopsided and one of his hands suffered multiple fractures even though he wore thick leather gloves.
The only issue that kept her from becoming an automatic selection was her race. Even in this horror trade there were customs and prejudices that had to be factored into any decision such as the one with which Xavier was currently wrestling. It was a close call, but at long last Xavier consigned Candidate B and Celeste for the one-way trip to the island and a brief fling with fame of a sort.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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