Celeste's Pacific Downfall

                                                     Celeste's Pacific Downfall - Chapter 17

       Celeste started working double shifts immediately after the black girl's session with the dogs. She hardly noticed the difference. The customers were still nameless, faceless with cocks ranging from small to gigantic and hands that were always trying to tear, twist and pinch any portion of her body they could access.  Her tits and pussy took the brunt of their attacks, but occasionally a fist would find its way up her sore twat and in a few cases reach her uterus and pound it until she vomited. That always meant more pain, as the angry customer would push her face into the mess she made and even try to smash her head against the floor. That always got the attention of the guards who would use their cattle prods, and then drag the limp customer into the quiet room where they would make certain that he never tried again to damage Xavier's property without permission.

       Her last session with the Executioner had left Celeste severely damaged both physically as well as mentally. The monster had taken her to the edge and brought her back time after time. Had Xavier not intervened, she would probably be dead and buried or whatever they did with the remains of their inmates. Her perspective was now reduced to that day and no further. She never knew what to expect, but realized it was always something terrible and dangerous to her mind and body. Strange as it might sound, she no longer feared anything since she had no future. It was totally out of her hand. For that reason she didn't get excited when Xavier announced to her that she was going to take a long trip on company business starting on the following day. Since she owned nothing and rarely wore anything, she was not concerned about such mundane issues as what to take for the trip. They would provide whatever she needed.

       First and foremost Xavier was a businessman and so he had a few special customers lined up for Celeste's farewell. The trip to the island would be lengthy, better than ten hours. Most of that time Celeste would be in a packing crate, dressed in a flight suit for the occasion, restrained and attached to an oxygen bottle since the flight would be at altitudes up to thirty-five thousand feet. It was amusing that she would be totally covered during most of the flight after months of nudity. She would not have access to the rest rooms except for when she provided in-flight entertainment to the twenty customers who had spent fifty thousand dollars each for the privilege of watching Celeste and her companion, the sassy black girl, leave this mortal coil to paraphrase Xavier's favorite playwright.

       To assure that there would be no messy surprises the two "entertainers" were given a number of large enemas. To make it more interesting and profitable Xavier offered a unique opportunity to a number of his more wealthy and jaded customers. Celeste discovered this unpleasant surprise the next morning. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was given an enema so huge that she could not see her feet due to her swollen belly. Then a bung was forced into her asshole and pumped up so it could not be dislodged by the enema that was gurgling and roiling in her intestines.

       Now a man entered, naked and with a hard-on. Celeste groaned inwardly at the sight, knowing full well what was to follow. He did not disappoint her. She made a feeble attempt to elude him that just made him angry. He tackled the blonde and the two of them tumbled to the floor, with him on top. The pressure of his weight on her bloated belly sent a bolt of pain through her lower intestine and she retched up some bile and saliva. For her impertinence she received a backhand across the face that brought tears to her eyes.  That ended her resistance and she waited for him to make the next move.

       He rolled over onto her body and straddled her at the crotch, his hand guiding his cock into her. With her full belly, his thrust into her cunt was most painful. To make matters worse he wrapped his hands around her throat and began squeezing as his cock moved and out of her tight twat. He picked up the pace and Celeste had difficulty drawing breath between her full stomach and being choked. For some reason, perhaps her lack of response to his thrusting, he grew angry and began slapping her across the face, each blow rocking her head for one side to the other. Celeste groaned and sobbed, not knowing what to do to appease him.

       He solved her problem by pulling out and moving up so he was sitting on her protruding belly. From there he could and did tit fuck her until his prick was rock hard once more. He leaned forward and began thrusting against her pursed lips. Celeste had the presence of mind to open her mouth and welcome the invader. Soon he was pressing against the back of her throat trying to wedge his dick into her gullet and cut off her air completely. Now his hands had her ears and began twisting and yanking them viciously, almost as if he was trying to tear them from her head. Tears rolled down the blonde newscaster's cheeks and seemed to incite him to further brutality. He moved his body forward a few more inches and now drive his cock down her throat. He could see its outline just below the skin and watch it move a few inches in either direction. His victim's face was now almost crimson as the oxygen reserves within her body were depleted.

       For the next few minutes he tortured his victim with his hard cock; first cutting off her air and watching her face turn colors before saving her life. He must have cycled her three or four times, the last one leaving her face with a pale bluish tinge as her lips turned purple. Those monitoring this session were getting concerned. The supervisor instructed his men to head downstairs and wait for his order. By the time they reached the door to where Celeste was being tortured, his order to enter and save the organization's property was given. They burst into the room and stopped the man as he leaned forward and plugged his prey's gullet for the last time. He was no fool and backed off immediately, his hands outstretched as he capitulated. Another order came down from on high, allowing the customer to fuck his partner provided he made no effort to further harm the organization's property. He quickly nodded his agreement and the guards left him to have his fun.

       Celeste had gotten some time to regain what was left of her composure. Unfortunately it reminded her of the large enema roiling her intestines. The waves came in bunches making her shake like a leaf in a windstorm. He rapist also noticed this reaction and took advantage of it. He started to pound her with some serious muscle behind each thrust, making her body quiver and shake as each blow slammed deep into her twat and kept the enema frothing. The pain was getting to be unbearable and Celeste had no recourse but to grit her teeth and hope the rapist would empty his load into her quickly. She even tried to match her movements to his in hopes that the extra friction would do the trick. He out smarted her, slowing down and grinning at her paltry efforts to speed up things.

       He started to maul her tits, but didn't open any wounds that bled, just created pain and frustration. He slapped her bulging belly and she almost vomited, but managed somehow to restrain that desire. He pinched her sides and ran his knuckles along her ribs, adding to her suffering. He changed his position, kneeling between her spread thighs and jolting her with one hard thrust and then another. Celeste lost her mind and began begging for relief promising him anything if he'd only finish her off so the enema could be released. He spit in her face. Now he moved closer so he could put maximum power behind every thrust of his stiff cock. That finally did it after nearly ten minutes straight of nothing one vicious hammer-like blow after another to her sore, tired cunt. He put the cherry on the sundae by shooting his huge load of cum into Celeste's eyes and rubbing it all over her pasty face. He didn't hear it, but he got a round of applause from the monitoring group.

       Without any comment or care for his wasted prey, the man kicked her in the belly and feigned giving her a knee drop that probably would have ruptured something inside leading to her agonizing death. Satisfied he turned and left the room. Less than thirty seconds later two others dragged the blonde newscaster out so she could void the huge enema that had been making her insides feel as if they were twisting into knots. As soon as that was accomplished, the nozzle was jammed back into her sore asshole so another gut-busting enema could be administered. Celeste was too far-gone to react violently. They watched dispassionately as her girth increased, calling attention to the rest of her emaciated body. This time they went a little longer since her insides had been well exercised previously, which to them indicated her ability to take more of this enema. The blonde was in agony by the time the bung was slammed into her rectum and pumped up to keep the enema from being accidentally voided. She was dragged by her long blonde locks back into the big room where another naked man awaited, annoyed that she hadn't been made available to him immediately. He would make Celeste suffer greatly for this insult.

       Her customer was pale and quite thin with long arms. At first glance he certainly didn't look threatening, which was a terrible mistake in judgment. Word had gotten around about him among the monitors who had seen him in action. His nickname was "little poison", and he lived up to that title. He was on her like a jungle cat, grabbing her hair for a purchase and pounding her head against the floor a number of times while he screamed curses down at her. Celeste was jolted out of her stupor by this attack and realized quickly that he was quite capable of killing her. She tried to roll away from him, but he was too quick for her. For her trouble she received two vicious kicks to the ribcage that would be a constant reminder of him every time she took a deep breath. He stomped on her knee to further immobilize his prey. The blonde's attention was diverted by this maneuver and she never saw the foot that was buried between her legs and mashed her pussy lips flat.

       He pirouetted like a dancer and then attacked again, this time kicking her in the belly. Celeste brought up some bile and her face turned an ashy color. She was totally at his mercy and he took full advantage of the situation. Once more his foot found her crotch, lifting her body halfway off the floor. He dropped down onto her bulging belly and dry humped her for a time, his thin average length cock beginning to harden. Celeste didn't expect to be bitten, so he took her completely by surprise, his teeth clamping down on one of her tits and worrying it like a dog with its prey. His victim screeched in terror at his assault. When he released her tit it was bleeding from a few places where his teeth had punctured the skin.

       Celeste went into shock, leaving herself wide open for whatever he wanted to do next. It was not long in coming. He landed a few well-placed kicks to her ribs that had her wheezing like an old woman. He stomped the inside of her thigh, leaving a bruise as a memento of his time with her. She was so dazed that her responses were literally seconds behind what he had done. Now seated on her chest, his small hands began to torment her tits, twisting and yanking those milk bottles while tears rolled down her cheeks and her lips trembled. She was so afraid of this man that she pissed uncontrollably, getting some of her urine on his person. Those monitoring this session looked at each other and grinned, knowing full well that something terrible was about to happen to the stupid, blonde cunt.

       He bounced off his victim and got to his feet. To those monitoring the slaughter it looked like wrestling. First he pulled Celeste's legs apart and walked a few paces from her. Suddenly he turned and ran at her to deliver a brutal kick directly to her cunt. It made a sickening, wet gushy sound from his prey who began frothing at the mouth. Then he moved away and stood with his hands on his hips to survey the damage. He took a deep breath and attacked once more, this time dropping knees first onto her bloated belly. The blonde victim's face started to turn a ghastly shade of blue as she struggled to breathe and failed. He landed kicks to her tits, moving from one side of her body to the other. The monitoring crew was on the verge of intervening, but delayed long enough to see what he would do next.

       The victim somehow regained her breath only to receive another kick to the rib cage. He rolled his wheezing prey onto her side and landed a strange looking kick to the base of her spine, rising into the air and using the heel of his foot to deliver the blow. Then he rolled her onto her bulging belly bringing hoarse cries of pain from her bluish lips. Some of the monitors looked away as he prepared to once more perform a knee drop on her back; this time halfway up her spine. Why that didn't paralyze her for life was a miracle, but he was not deterred. The tip of one of her tits protruded from the shelter of her prone body and became his next target. He quickly took advantage of the situation to drive his heel down to smash the nipple. A few of the monitors clapped their hands in praise of this difficult move.

       A few more kicks to Celeste's side made her roll over onto her back, her thighs spread wide as if surrendering. He took full advantage of the situation, kicking her squarely in the cunt once, then twice, and finally a third time that lifted half of Celeste's body off the floor. With each brutal kick he delivered to his helpless prey, his flaccid cock began to respond. It was amazing how fast his prick grew and hardened. He quickly mounted her chest and fed his cock into the blonde's mouth. She offered no resistance; whether or not she was even conscious at this point was moot. He leaned forward and drove the entire length down her throat, meeting no resistance. That seemed to frustrate him and he repeated the act with the same result. He grabbed her hair and started pounding her head against the floor as he screamed and frothed at the mouth. It was then that the guards entered and pulled him off the senseless blonde.

       Xavier was summoned from an off site meeting to finalize the arrangements for the imminent million-dollar trip. When he surveyed the damage that had been done to Celeste and coupled that with the less than optimal condition of his other snuff candidate, he bowed to the fates and postponed the flight for two weeks, long enough for both candidates to recover or be replaced. He had a third candidate in the wings, a young Chinese girl only sixteen, the daughter of a former high ranking official on the mainland who was now in a rehabilitation camp along with his wife. It would be a risky choice, but her youth and beauty would certainly enhance his next planned snuff film.

       He then turned his attention to the matter of the out of control client who had nearly killed the blonde newscaster. That one had to become an example of what would happen to anyone who overstepped the bounds that had been established by Xavier for his element of the organization. He turned the planning for this one over to his second in command, a former member of the KGB. Having taken care of business he decided to look in on his latest employee to see just how well she was coping with her new life.

                              (To be continued - lex ludite)