Celeste's Pacific Downfall
Chapter 1
The twenty something woman with short, bobbed, blonde hair headed out
for her morning run. Her baggy sweats concealed a whippet-thin, toned body with
surprisingly large firm breasts that were currently snugged comfortably inside
her running bra. The route she would take was well known to her and so she was
barely aware of her surroundings as she glided into the wooded area that marked
the beginning of her daily run. Another woman might have noticed the large
nondescript white delivery van parked close to the trees, its motor running.
Unfortunately for Celeste, her mind was occupied with other things such as the
news special she needed to edit before it went on later this evening plus the
usual routines items that were her lot in life as the local television news
anchorwoman.
Today her life would abruptly change. Just as she reached the van its
side door rolled open and she was jerked off her feet and wrestled into its
interior. As the door was rolled closed, the van pulled out smoothly and moved
at moderate speed toward the outskirts of the small city. The entire process had
taken seconds. It was almost as if she had been swallowed up by one of those
trap door spiders that frequent the desert. In a sense her situation was every
bit as bad as the helpless prey of such a creature.
Celeste struggled madly against her captors, two men wearing ski masks.
A vicious blow to the side of her head stunned her sufficiently that she offered
almost no further resistance as she was flung, face first, to the metal floor of
the van. A pair of handcuffs closed around her wrists and clicked shut. She was
their captive. A thick bar of an arm settled across her throat and she got a
warning squeeze that caused shivers to race through her body.
"Any trouble from you and I will break your fucking face." The menacing
tone of the voice sent her into a strange sense of calmness. The thought of a
fist breaking her nose, perhaps her cheekbone, or worse still shattering her jaw
was frightening. For some bizarre reason the words, " Resistance is futile, you
must be assimilated," came to her mind. However when a large hand began fumbling
at the waist of her sweats she knew that these were not the Borg.
Now she was naked from the waist down, her neatly cropped pubes
revealed, a hand roughly massaging the entrance to her cunt, gauging her
readiness for his rapidly hardening cock. " This one is gonna take some doing
before she's open for business," her assailant said to the one holding her
helpless in his firm grip. She grunted in pain as he entered her with a brutal
thrust. She was dry as the plains of the moon. Even under normal circumstances
she required considerable foreplay before she became responsive. He continued to
make progress against her unwilling flesh, substituting brute strength for any
form of gentleness. Celeste was experiencing rape in all its ugliness and anger.
Before he was finished drenching her insides with his boiling rage, she
was on her shoulders, legs splayed over his hunched form as he battered her
furiously, causing her head to bounce against the thighs of the one still
controlling her movements. She was sobbing and shaking in frustration, unable to
defend herself from this awful assault on her person. At last he was done, or so
she thought when he pulled free of her. He chuckled, as if reading her mind, and
moved forward to force his wet length of still rigid flesh into her mouth.
Celeste was too shocked to initially react and he took full advantage
of that lull to punch his cock against the back of her throat, cutting off her
air supply. Now she was completely at his mercy, unable to close her mouth or
use her jaws to defend against this intruder. His hands took clumps of her
blonde hair and used it as reins to control her totally. Her body thrashed
helplessly against the iron hold of his companion and slowly her resistance
weakened until she was limp. He continued to chuckle and use hammer-like thrusts
that bruised the sensitive lining of her throat. She would be hoarse for the
rest of her terrible ordeal.
She did not remember passing out, but she struggled and sputtered when
something wet and burning was forced down her throat. "Looks like our little
guest has returned for more fun and games." Those words made the blonde woman
realize that her throat was no longer blocked by her rapist's cock, but she was
now being forced to swallow some kind of liquor, a cheap, sweet wine, the kind
used by winos and the other derelicts that wandered the lower depths of this
city of nearly two hundred thousand souls. She felt the cruel hand of one of her
assailants at her breast, now free of the bra. It gave her sensitive nipple a
vicious pinch causing her to gag on the wine that was still being poured down
her throat. "No more shit from you or I'll ram my dick so far down your throat
it'll come out your asshole." Another nasty pinch followed as if to emphasize
the threat she'd just heard. She controlled her fears to the point that she was
able to resume swallowing the contents of the bottle being held to her lips.
They changed places and the one who had nearly choked her to death with
his cock now had her neck in a grip that he demonstrated could cut off her air
in no time flat. She was horrified at the sight of the other man's enormous
cock. It dwarfed the previous one that had so brutally hurt and tormented her
insides. She recoiled and discovered she could no longer draw breath. "Looks
like she isn't exactly thrilled about what you're gonna jam inside of her", her
captor said with that mocking chuckle that she was already beginning to dread.
He rubbed that awesome weapon across the lips of her cunt, teasing the
dry flesh. She whimpered, fearing the worst when that monster ripped through her
tender channel and bored deep within her. Celeste was not disappointed. The pain
was unbelievable, she thought he was literally tearing her apart as he wedged a
few inches into her gaping cunt. She felt as if he had just struck her with his
fist, from the inside. When he hunched forward and drove another few inches into
her, splitting her open in brutal fashion, she vomited. Her stomach heaved and
contracted, emptying the acrid contents all over her body and splashing other
portions onto her rapist's naked front side. He drew back and angrily lashed
out, nailing her squarely between the eyes. The initial shock from the blow
shielded her briefly from the pain which then exploded through her brain. It was
like a thousand migraine headaches rolled into one. She could not breathe,
things grew dim and then she was once again unconscious.
Once during the long ride the van made a brief stop. Evidently they had
switched drivers so all three of them could take a turn raping and hurting her.
By then Celeste was nearly comatose from the brutal battering she had taken.
This one yanked her top up and over her head and jerked it down to further
secure her arms. Her sports bra, a 36D, was quickly torn off exposing her big
melon shaped breasts with their silver dollar sized areolas and nipples as big
as pencil erasers. While the first one drilled out her dry fuck box, this one
feasted on her big boobs. He was literally chewing on them and leaving deep
impressions of his teeth behind as he moved from one to the other. His big hands
were busy as well, squeezing those bags of firm flesh as if they were fruit at a
produce stand and he was testing them for ripeness. There was nothing she could
do but try to hold on to her composure and not give into fear.
Her composure crumbled when she was rolled onto her stomach and a pair
of calloused hands spread her cheeks apart. She was about to be sodomized, and
there was little she could do to stop it. She heard her rapist's grunt at the
same time this horrible pain spread out from the tough muscle guarding her
rectum. She screamed into the gag and for her troubles received a vicious cuff
to her head from the other one. "Make the bitch bleed. I want her to be really
hurting before I ruin that shit chute forever." The threat sent her into a mad
panic and she struggled mightily to get the cock out of her asshole, which felt
as if someone had just set it on fire. She heard him laugh and the pain grew as
he wedged his thick length of meat deeper into her tight tunnel.
"Just you lay there and enjoy this bitch! I'm gonna open up that tight
shitter and make it easier for the next couple of dozen guys who use it once we
get to where we're going." His words drove her into a frenzy as she bucked and
tried to throw him off. A new pain intruded into her consciousness. It felt as
if someone had taken a baseball bat to her neck and upper back. The one raping
her asshole had sat back and was now punching her as hard as he could. Each blow
emptied her lungs of air and soon she was on the verge of passing out. Then the
vicious pummeling stopped and the anal rape was renewed. He battered her with
brutal thrusts that felt like a red hot poker was tearing through her. She gave
up struggling and just prayed that this beast would finish torturing her sore
asshole quickly. It was not to be. He took his sweet time, backing off whenever
he felt the urge to hose her insides rising to an uncontrollable level.
Her assailants never gave her a moment's peace. Their hands pawed her
breasts and poked and prodded her cunt and asshole. They pinched her skin just
to make her scream into her gag and one of them seemed to be fascinated by her
nipples. He pulled them taut. He twisted them until she shuddered from the pain.
He nibbled and bit them, worrying the nubbins of flesh like a terrier with its
prey. He bit down on the area of pink flesh surrounding them until she thought
he would draw blood. Things became much worse when the other one began punching
her breasts as if they were twin speed bags; hitting them with short, quick
jabs, being egged on by his companion who urged him to put more muscle into his
punches. He finished up by delivering two hammer like blows to her sore mounds,
driving the bair from her lungs.
The van reached its destination and before they tansferred their captive
to the house, a hood was placed over her head and noosed tight around her
throat. She made a strange sight, naked except for her running shoes and the
rolled up sweat shirt that encased her upper arms. She was half walked, half
dragged into the isolated ramshackle house that would become her own private
hell for the rest of the weekend. She heard voices as she entered the house.
Then she felt hands beginning to paw her body and the voices commenting
obscenely about what they had in store for her.
"Damn, this one has a terrific body, look at those melons! Damn, I'm
gonna love to tear into those big tits once we're done fucking her bowlegged."
Another voice joked that it would probably take all weekend to fuck her the way
she deserved. There was laughter and then a finger worked its way up her cunt
and wiggled around in the swampy mess that had been deposited there during the
long ride.
"Looks like you guys have been busy breaking this cunt in. Hope you
didn't ruin it for the rest of us." This comment brought on more rough laughter
and more fingers poking into her fuck box and dripping asshole.
"Damn, we're gonna have to swamp this pig out before we start in on her,
she's really loaded fore and aft." She recognized the voice as the one who was
fascinated with her breasts.
"Take her down to the head and clean her out good; there's a hose in the
tub that you can use." There was some grumbling, then she was shoved forward and
guided down a long hallway. She heard a door opening and then she was on a tiled
floor. They positioned her so her legs were spread wide. She guessed she was
standing in front of a tub, she could feel the smooth enamel brushing against
her legs. She heard the sound of water running, then felt the cold blast first
splashing against her pubes then being directed into her vagina. The two men
doing the job bantered back and forth as her cunt filled to overflowing with the
cold water and then began spraying out.
Those same calloused hands that had spread her cheeks prior to
sodomizing her in the van, once more did the honors and Celeste gasped into her
gag as the cold water began to insinuate itself into her rectum. She was turned
around quickly, a hand smacking her cheek to guide her as if she was a dumb
animal. The pressure on her colon increased as the tap was opened further. She
began to feel full and had the strong urge to move her bowels. Her discomfort
was obvious to the two men and they joked about giving her enough water to make
her look as if she was pregnant with twins. At about that moment she lost
control of her bowels and began to spew a mixture of water and shit into the
tub. They laughed and yanked the hose from her asshole and told her to squat so
her shit wouldn't splatter all over the place. She did as they ordered and at
that moment she wanted to die from the shame she was experiencing, squatting
naked in a filthy tub watched by a pair of degenerates as she voided, unable to
stop the flow that issued from her roiling intestines.
(To be continued)
