Celeste's Pacific Downfall
Chapter 4
The same trio that had originally kidnapped her now accompanied Celeste
as the nondescript white van made its way back to her place. While this prison
on wheels ate up the miles, her captors took this final opportunity to further
degrade and hurt her. Each sodomized her as she screamed fruitlessly for them to
stop before she died of the pain. By the time they finished with her she was
bleeding from the rectum once more. A filthy rag was shoved into her gaping
asshole to stem the flow. As one of them put it, "We could care less about you,
this is to make sure you don't get blood all over the van." To emphasize his
words, he kicked her squarely in the crotch. All she could bring up was some
bile that dripped down her chin and ran in small rivlets between her bruised,
bite-covered breasts. Once again she was forced to swallow more of that cheap
sweet wine. Soon she was only half awake, the combination of the wine and her
exhaustion acting to put her out.
Just before they arrived at her place, they freed Celeste from the cuffs
and managed to get her back into her running clothes, taking advantage of her
for the last time. One of them twisted her nipples until she was sure they were
about to tear away from her titties. The other tried to crush her clitoris
between his thumbs. It was the driver who took the last chance to hurt her
battered body, and he made the most of it , punching her in the cunt until he
managed to wedge his fist inside. Then he opened his hand as much as he could
and began tearing at the tender tissue surounding it as she screamed into the
dirty rag one of the others had crammed into her mouth when this last bit of
brutality took place.
They parked the van about a hundred feet from the apartment complex she
lived in. One of them spent a few minutes giving her the situation. "We know
where you live; we will be monitoring your phone. There will be someone watching
you for the next twenty-four hours to make sure you don't do anything stupid. We
are giving you a little memento of our time together. This is only a small
fraction of the stuff we have on you. You go to the authorities and we'll
release it all onto the Internet via our friends in Europe. This stuff will
bring in a fortune, especially if you go public about our little tryst. Keep
this to yourself and there will be no retaliation. Remember, you are the
thirteenth guest we've had to our little soirees. Don't be the first to act
stupid. If you do we will sooner or later get our hands on you and when we do,
you'll never be seen alive again. In fact when we get done with you, no one will
be even be able to imagine that what's left was once human. That's not a threat,
that's a guarantee. Now get the fuck out of the van and have a nice rest of your
life." Celeste stumbled from the van, her eyes trying to adjust to the afternoon
sunshine, while her hands clutched to her chest the large envelope that
contained a portion of the record they now had of her ordeal.
Somehow Celeste made it up to her apartment without encountering any of
the other tenants . She collapsed onto her couch and began crying, partly in
relief from having managed to survive the brutal treatment she had received over
the past two days and the realization that she owed her employer some good
reason for missing her assignments and not informing them that she would be
unavailable over the weekend. Then it hit her that she had no voice, no way of
communicating articulately enough to convince her management at the station that
she had a very good excuse for her behavior.
In point of fact she had no excuse; yet to reveal what had just
transpired would be taking a severe risk that might not be worth the humiliation
that would endure for reporting this despicable act. What if she fell into their
hands again? She could only shudder at the thought, considering what they had
already done to her. She was in a trap. There was no way out except to ask for a
leave of absence from the station, pleading a sudden attack of illness that had
put her in the hospital and resulted in the temporary loss of her voice. That
might be enough to hold them off while she created a more solid story for later
on when they would expect a lot more details.
Suddenly she wasn't so frightened about her situation; it was bad, but
not impossible to get out of this conundrum in which she found herself enmeshed.
There was Charles Warren, a member of the staff at the local hospital, and a
person who she had dated previously. They had seen each other a couple of times
and then parted company without too much acrimony, at least that's what she
thought. She'd have to contact him immediately, but it had to be in person
because of her failed voice. It took her nearly an hour before she was ready to
leave her apartment. She still felt a little ill from all the terrible torments
she'd received, but her need to reach some kind of resolution to her dilemma
overcame her physical problems.
Celeste's luck held as she found the good doctor alone at his apartment.
He was shocked to see her and the condition she was in. It took nearly an hour
of writing notes and going back and forth before he agreed to help her in this
matter. It was then that he sprang the surprise. In exchange for his help in
this, she had to provide him with some help in another matter, his lack of a
regular sex partner. In fact he announced that as a down payment for his good
offices, he expected her to stay over and scratch the very considerable itch his
lack of sex had created. Celeste was stunned at his request and he reacted to
her reluctance by showing her the door and promising to inform the radio station
management about her strange request. She was once more trapped. There was only
one way out and so she remained at his apartment.
When she stripped down he whistled at the marks on her body, especially
her brand. He wanted all the details and she found herself writing more notes
that made his attitude toward her change and become even more demanding. Celeste
didn't realize that Dr. Warren did not believe her story about being kidnapped,
tortured and gang raped. To him those marks covering her body were a strong
indication that Celeste was into some heavy duty S and M activities that had
gotten a bit out of hand. He could not believe his luck; this ball buster who
had put him down many months ago was now going to drop into his hands like a
piece of ripe fruit falling from the tree.
Celeste did her best to take care of the doctor, but her cunt and
asshole were unable to take his cock under any circumstances, and he tried a
number of attempts. So he had to be satisfied with a couple of lengthy blowjobs
that resulted in her swallowing every drop of cum he squirted into her
suctioning mouth. Celeste concluded that Charles had been doing a lot of self
abuse in order to demonstrate the control that he exhibited while she was
blowing him. The next morning she had to suck him off before he left for the
hospital, promising to get in touch with her management and explain why she had
failed to show up over the weekend. She was expected to be back at his place
early in the evening to satisfy his needs and learn if the radio station had
bought his story.
She went back to her apartment, took a long hot shower, downed a
sleeping pill and went to bed. Even with the assistance of the drug and her
exhaustion from the ordeal she'd experienced on the weekend, her sleep was
filled with terrible dreams that seemed to go from bad to worse as her mind
churned up recollections that may or may not have been accurate. She could not
tell since for many hours she had been too affected by the alcohol or the sheer
horror of what was happening, that she refused to admit it to her consciousness.
When she finally dragged herself from bed she saw it was nearly six in the
evening. She quickly showered for the third time that day and threw on some
casual clothing, knowing full well that she'd be naked for most of the time at
his place while she performed fellatio or even worse things on him in exchange
for his help to get her out of this mess.
He was waiting for her when she arrived at his apartment. One look at
his face and she knew he had failed in his attempt to sell that story to her
management. "They said for me to tell you that you are fired as of today and
they'll send your severance and back pay to your address within three days.
Don't anticipate that they will provide any form of favorable reference if you
seek work in this area again." Celeste was crushed, her entire career was going
down the drain, and it wasn't her fault. Why wouldn't they believe him? His
answer just added more to her misery.
They had sent one of their interns to her apartment and she learned that
no one had seen Celeste since the night previous. The same intern then canvassed
all the hospitals within thirty miles of the city with none reporting admitting
a patient that fit her description. She also checked with the various local law
enforcement agencies and drew a blank there as well. Thus when he got in contact
with them and gave them the story they had concocted, their response was to fire
Celeste and threaten him with the police for being involved in this shady
business. At that point he withdrew his claim and apologized for his part in
the hoax. He wan't sure if the station would leave him be; that was still moot.
However as far as Celeste was concerned, her career was finished, they would
make sure of that.
Celeste was so focused on her problems that she failed to pick up on
what the doctor was planning for her. He offered to treat her wounds and give
her a cursory physical examnation to see if there were any serious problems
caused by her ordeal. She accepted his offer and let him check her out. To her
relief he declared her injuries to be minor with the exception of her vocal
cords , and even in that case he gave her an optimistic prognosis. Celeste was
even more impressed by his feigned concern for her as a person rather than a sex
partner. He offered to let her stay at his apartment so he could keep an eye on
her to make sure that she was recovering normally. He provided medications that
he claimed would let her sleep and prevent any infection from occurring. When
she insisted that she would feel more comfortable at her place, he didn't argue,
but made her promise to contact him at least once a day at the hospital where he
worked.
For the next three days Celeste caught up on her rest and began to
recover from the more obvious manifestations of her weekend nightmare. Charles
was nothing but a source of strength for her and she became more comfortable
with this developing relationship, especially when he made no overtures for sex,
despite all the help he was giving her. Within a week she was strong enough to
begin considering what to do in the way of employment. Her voice was gradually
returning and the doctor thought that within another couple of weeks she would
be able to speak normally, but her new voice would be more husky. Actually this
pleased her; the timbre of her voice had always been one of her few weak points
as a newscaster, and now this problem may have been solved by what had happened
to her. It was the only positive result of that bad dream she had recently
experienced. On second thought there may have been another, the growing bond
between Celeste and Charles.
What Celeste did not know was that the good doctor had already made
arrangements with a friend of a friend to take Celeste off his hands. He had
never gotten over the way she put him down when she decided that he just wasn't
suitable material for any type of a meaningful relationship. At the time he had
sworn that if he ever had the chance, she would pay dearly for this slight. That
time had now come. He had managed to make himself more appealing to her this
time around ,and now he would use this trust to have his revenge.
The next weekend he suggested they take a walk along the shoreline and
enjoy the warm weather. Celeste accepted his offer since she had been cooped up
in her apartment most of the time recovering and keeping a very low profile.
Charles had suggested that the walk be followed by dinner at a popular
restaurant, and Celeste decided it was time for her to face the public once
more. So late Saturday afternoon they began to take a leisurely stroll by the
water. He made sure that she was distracted enough by his comments and things
that he pointed out to her, not to notice the battered gray van that was parked
a few yards from the path they were taking. Once he was certain there was no one
about he gave a sign and immmediately two ski-masked men raced over to the
couple, knocked the doctor to the ground and overpowered the stunned and
horrified former newscaster. As they dragged her into the van she had a
flashback to what had befallen her only a few weeks ago. Then everything went
black as a sap struck the back of her skull, knocking her cold.
When she awoke she discovered she was being raped by one of the men who
had grabbed her. Celeste's hands were bound tightly behind her back and she was
naked below the waist. As her assailant continued his brutal pounding of her
sore cunt, his hands were mauling her equally tender breasts. Her initial
outcries startled him momentarily; then he backhanded her across the face and
warned her to stop making noise or he'd put her out again. Celeste continued her
efforts to get him off from her and for her trouble she received a vicious punch
to her left breast and then another to the right one.The pain was excruciating
and she stopped trying to escape from him. He grunted, threatened to hit her
again, then realizing that she was cowed, resumed his assault on her cunt,
picking up the pace of his thrusts. Celeste stared at the ceiling of the van and
tried to control her feelings of dread and sheer terror.
It seemed like an eternity before the van finally came to a halt. By
then both men had raped Celeste; the first one taking her in the ass the second
time and causing her to begin to bleed from her rectum. The other one had been
satisfied with a lengthy blowjob on his second turn and when he came it choked
her to the point that his cum spurted from her nostrils which made both of the
rapists laugh. As soon as the van stopped, a hood was placed over her head and
drawn tight, cutting off her sight. She was pushed from the vehicle and half
dragged for a distance of perhaps twenty yards before she encountered some rough
stairs, which they forced her to climb. One of them knocked on the door and it
opened to allow them entrance.
No sooner was she across the threshold when a fist was buried into her
belly, driving the breath from her lungs. She was prevented from collapsing to
the floor by her companions who kept her on her trembling legs so that her
unknown assailant could this time bring up his knee, catching her squarely
between the legs and flattening her swollen lipped cunt. She brought up
everything she had eaten for the last day as her captors laughed and tightened
their grip on her arms. The hood was almost immediately filled with her vomit
and she panicked, overwhelmed by the pain and the stench and the increasingly
difficulty of getting a breath. "Welcome to hell, bitch! I'm head of the welcome
wagon. Hope you enjoyed the little gift." Her nipple was viciously pinched,
then stretched and twisted until she thought it would tear free of her breast
at any second. She struggled madly to escape this terrible pain, but only
succeeded in swallowing some of the bitter stuff she had just brought up. This
in turn led to another round of choking and gagging. Celeste passed out and
began to drown in her own vomit.
When she awoke she was free of the vomit filled hood and found herself
staring at a very tall, brown-skinned, overweight man in perhaps his late
thirties or early forties. His piercing eyes were gray-green and seemed to be
looking right through her. "Welcome back my dear; my name is Xavier and I will
be totally responsible for your future. If you do what I tell you and do it
well, you will live for a time. If you fail to obey my instructions you will
still live for a time, but every second of that time you will beg for death. It
is your choice, you are but one of many that I am responsible for."
Celeste was still too dazed to fully comprehend her situation. On the
one side it did not appear that she was going to be gang raped, at least not
immediately. On the other hand what she heard did not hold out any hope for her
in the long term. What was her fate to be? Would she become a prostitute working
mindlessly for this man until her services were no longer needed? Was it
something even worse than that? She had no answers. His voice brought her back
to the dismal present and she tried to absorb the meaning of what she heard.
"You are to entertain a very select group of clients that frequent my
establishment. Your schedule has already been prepared for the next two weeks,
that is, assuming that you measure up to my rather exacting standards. You will
work approximately eight hours with each of your clients. You will do exactly
what they expect of you. This has been prearranged between them and myself.
During each of the two weeks you will meet with three of your potential clients
on a trial basis. The remainder of your time will be spent resting and
recovering from your duties. Each client will meet with me for a sort of
debriefing. This meeting will be extremely important for your future as a member
of my organization. If you show the type of attitude and fortitude that they are
accustomed to, they will agree to a long term committment for your services, say
for the next thirteen weeks. If on the other hand, you are found wanting by the
majority of your potential clients I will have to dispose of you."
(To be Continued)
