Celeste's Pacific Downfall
Chapter 6
Self preservation is a powerful motivator, as Celeste discovered once
she realized what the alternative was if she failed her exam with Xavier. She
lost track of the number of times that she watched that horrible tape, but
slowly she committed every frame to memory. She sailed through her preliminary
screening and soon found herself in front of Xavier. For this critical test she
was stark naked and securely strapped to a heavy wooden chair. The woman who had
been responsible for her preliminary testing now began to attach wires to
Cleste's body and the news anchor woman began to shiver with fright as she
realized that her testing would not be anything routine. Celeste almost lost
control of her bladder when her manacled feet were placed in a pan of water and
then a metal helmet was pressed down onto her skull. "Oh my god! I'm sitting in
an electric chair!" This realization caused her to briefly lapse into panic, but
she willed herself to regain her poise despite the fact that she was shaking
violently.
He began asking her fairly simple questions that she had already been
asked by her keeper. After a round of these, her confidence began to grow. Then
she was given the first jolt of electricity as Xavier was in the middle of
asking her a more detailed question that required her to combine a number of
different observations from the tape. For a moment she drew a complete blank.
This led to another longer and more powerful dose of electrons that flowed
between her belly and the base of her cunt. She struggled against the straps
that held her fast to the chair, then her mind and will took command. This was
nothing but a diversion to make it more difficult for her to answer the
questions. She began to focus her entire being on answering his detailed
question. Twice more while she went through her lengthy answer she was given
further jolts of electricity, but somehow she finished her reply and a faint
smile flickered across Xavier's face.
For the next half hour the woman almost continuously changed the
location of the wires on Celeste's naked body. At one moment one lead would be
attached to her tongue while another was hooked to her ear lobe.Then just as
Xavier would ask a question the juice would be turned up and Celeste's mouth and
face would feel as if it had caught fire. As soon as the power was turned off
Xavier would be in her face screaming at her to answer his question. Somehow
Celeste would summon up enough will power to start a halting answer, severely
compromised by the muscle contractions that rippled through her face and tongue
from the blast of current she had just endured.
Secretly her tormentor was quite pleased with the way she focused on his
voice, ignoring as best she could any other outside distraction such as the
current that raced through her bare body before or during every question.
Perhaps the worst time she had was when the leads were fastened to the top and
bottom of her vulva and the power was run up to its highest setting and remained
there as she bucked and cried, attempting to somehow gather the strength to
understand his question and start to answer it. On two occasions she passed out
from the dosage they gave her.
Finally Xavier asked his final question, having to do with the last
torture that the two fiends had applied to the young girl just before she went
into the fit that resulted in her death. It had taken a number of viewings
before Celeste picked up enough clues to understand that the Filipina had died
before her eyes. Just as she began replying to his query the current was turned
up to maximum and she lost control of her bowels from the huge dose of electric
current that was passed between her anus and vulva. The pain was so great that
she bit her tongue to the point that a bloody froth issued from her mouth. Her
interrogator was now satisfied that she had passed this hurdle.
Celeste was allowed to rest for the remainder of the day. Just before
her keeper departed the little room where Celeste would stay until she met one
of her clients, she gave the blonde woman a death's head smile and informed her
that due to a scheduling conflict Celeste would be expected to entertain two
clients. "One of them is called the dentist and the other goes by the name of
the patriot. They both are very eager to see if you can meet their high
standards. If either of them complains to Xavier you will find yourself on a
plane that will take you to your final destination. Your death will make
anything that these two can do to you seem like a game played by children. You
will beg for death, but it will be a very long time in coming, be assured of
that."
She did her best not to think about the dentist and the patriot, but she
could not get the dentist out of her mind. It was so easy to imagine a fiend
drilling down her teeth to the gum line and then cutting the gums open so that
they could be drilled further. All the while she would be screaming and begging
for death as the pain just kept getting worse and worse. She could almost hear
the sound of that infernal drill. When she got that thought from her mind, it
would be replaced by the terror inspired by the idea of this monster slowly
breaking off her teeth, one by one as his pliers first gripped her tooth and
then began the agonizing process of yanking it back and forth to break it free
from her jaw, all the while she would be gurgling and screaming as the pain
radiated from her jaw into her skull, and her mouth filled with blood as the gum
was torn to pieces.
That night she slept fitfully, waking from one nightmare after another,
most featured this monster in a white coat approaching her with a pair of pliers
or a dental drill as she struggled fruitlessly against the bonds that held her
naked body to the chair. In one of her dreams he wore a tricorn, a cocked hat
similar to those worn in Revolutionary War times, a fitting connection to the
patriot, that man of total mystery who she would also encounter. Celeste almost
welcomed the pair of stone faced men who came to escort her to the soundproofed
room where she would met the patriot. She was told to leave her robe behind and
then one of them cuffed her hands behind her back and hobbled her by means of a
short chain attached to the manacles clamped around her ankles. At last she
could at least face a known situation rather than the unreasoning fears that had
been washing over her mind.
Their destination proved to be an empty room featuring what looked to be
some type of exercise machine. It had a circular base from which rose a column
of metal. Attached to the column about half way up were two articulated rods of
metal perhaps a foot across that could be moved horizontally as well as
vertically. After freeing Celeste from her bonds they proceeded to place her in
a sort of seated position on the apex of the two rods with her legs held fast by
sets of straps that went round her thighs, knees and ankles. Her arms were
pulled straight up and fastened by cuffs to a ring set close to the top of the
column. A thick strap was used to hold her body securely against the column. The
pair then checked to make sure that the rods were capable of moving in the
horizontal as well as the vertical plane. Once satisfied that all was in
readiness they turned and left the room.
At first glance her client appeared to be just an average person, the
kind you would pass on the street and immediately forget forever. He carried a
folding table in one hand and a leather case in the other. With practiced skill
he opened and set the table down next to Celeste, using only one hand. Then he
swung the case onto the table and opened it to reveal its contents. Nestled in
the plush pockets were a variety of small vials and bottles, what looked to be
needles, some type of innocuous tool that she could not identify, small brushes
and a variety of decals that she realized were the kind used by tattooists. A
former boyfriend was into body art and she had once accompanied him to a studio
and watched as he had a small tattoo put on his back. Celeste began to shiver as
she connected the dots and realized that the patriot was into tattooing and she
was to be his new canvas. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for her sanity,
she did not go further in her analysis. As she would soon discover, this
unassuming man was a bit more than she had surmised.
His hands began to roam her naked body, pinching here and poking there,
all the while mumbling to himself. He squeezed her breasts hard and pulled them
away from her chest for reasons she didn't understand. His fingers probed her
tight, dry cunt. Then he pinched her fat cunt lips and pulled them apart.
"You'll do , you'll do just fine" he said, as he gave her a smile that made her
cringe in terror. He moved away from her and began to rummage inside the case.
While he looked for something, Celeste took a deep breath and gave thanks that
she had been deemed acceptable by this monster, despite what being acceptable
probably meant. Based on what she knew about tattooing, it wasn't really all
that painful. She just hoped what she had heard was accurate.
The patriot located what he was looking for, a decal which he quickly
applied to her midsection. Whatever the design, it was not very large, running
from just above her cunt to just below her navel and perhaps somewhere between
four and six inches in length. She tried to look down to determine what it
represented, but she was unable to see enough of the design to understand it.
Now her customer picked up a small metal part and mated it to the fat little
tool she had noticed earlier.
Celeste caught herself thinking of the words from Xavier, telling her
that all the perverts, her word not his, she would encounter should always be
thought of as customers. These were very special customers, since they had more
than just the power of the purse in her case. "It is possible to lose a customer
because he or she can no longer afford your services, but that does not mean
that another client can't be found. However if a customer complains to us about
your attitude or ability to properly serve his or her needs you are doomed
immediately. We dare not take the risk that you might alienate another customer,
not when we have another option available that allows us to recover our costs in
training and employing you."
The sudden sharp pain brought her back to reality and she screamed in
fear more than pain. The pain quickly went away leaving just a dull ache that
soon faded. The patriot looked up at her angrily. "That was nothing, and you
moved. That will not be tolerated! Pay attention to what's going on and you just
might survive this first session. Now let me see if that movement did any harm
to my first star." The news anchor woman was still too flustered to make much
sense of what he had said. What was he talking about? What was this reference to
a first star?
Celeste took the opportunity to look closely at the tool in his hand.
She still didn't understand its function, but nonetheless it was this tool that
had caused the brief sharp pain in the area where the decal had been placed. One
thing she was certain of, this was not any form of tattooing that she had ever
heard of. Much to her relief he seemed to be satisfied with the results of
whatever he has just done despite the fact that she reacted by moving. Celeste
vowed to hold herself in check when he made his next move. She didn't have long
to wait. She followed the tool as it moved away from the area where the intial
pain had occurred. Even though she knew what would happen , it still caused her
enough pain to make her cry out. In addition he had applied a great deal more
force and the pain level was much greater this time. Since she concentrated on
the entire process she was able to understand that somehow this little tool was
burning a mark into her skin, perhaps going a bit deeper than just her skin.
"Two done and only forty-eight left to go. With some luck and your
cooperation we might just be able to get half the stars into the flag before we
take our first break." Then it hit her, the patriot was aptly named! What he was
going to etch into her skin was a flag, the American flag. She suddenly knew
that she was in the company of a deranged individual and completely at his
mercy. How long could she control herself as one after another, more stars were
added to those two that now decorated her skin. He hummed away happily and
burned in another and another as Celeste struggled to keep her composure. The
little burns were beginning to come quickly and there was little time to prepare
for any individual marking. They were beginning to blend into a steady wave of
low level pain that she could handle just barely.
He kept up a running account of what was happening. "Do you know the
star pattern in the flag? Most people haven't the foggiest idea; many don't even
know the number of stars. I'm sure that by the time we are finished with this
symbol of our nation you will be an expert on such matters." As he chatted the
little tool continued to burn away small portions of the blonde's skin. She
still wasn't sure exactly how this process was being accomplished, and so she
attempted to divert her fear and some of the steady pain by trying to understand
exactly how this little device worked. Finally she had to admit defeat and so
she took a chance and asked him to explain how the tool worked. He put her off,
saying that he wanted to make sure he met his schedule. "If we have some time
during the break, I'll show you first hand how it works." As he spoke,he
triggered off another star, Celeste guessed it was close to the half-way point
and the relief associated with a break.
The patriot's idea for a break should not have come as any great
surprise to his model. However she had lulled herself into a false sense of
security and was unprepared for what happened next. The man swiftly stripped
down to reveal his hardening cock, twitching and bobbing as he approached his
victim who could not have been in a more vulnerable position thanks to the
apparatus that restrained her. He moved closer and began to fondle her breasts,
tweaking the nipples until they stiffened from the pain. Then he stepped back to
reconfigure Celeste's body to allow hm easy access to her asshole.
He grabbed her by the hair and snarled, "Open that fucking mouth and
suck this until it's rock hard, and don't you even think of biting it!" The
moment her mouth grew slack he slammed his thick length of semi-hard flesh into
her and tried to jam it down her throat. Celeste gagged and choked at the sudden
attack and found it difficult to gain air as his cock was blocking most of her
gullet. She struggled to gain some control over her emotions to prevent further
suffering. She had been through this type of rape many times in the past month
and could almost automatically put herself in a state where she acted and
reacted without giving what was occurring any thought at all. She had learned to
operate in survival mode and so it was with her and the patriot.
( To be continued)
