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Celeste's Pacific Downfall
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 9
The two men escorting the patriot turned and left the room, leaving a naked and helpless Celeste to face this monster. She could only hope that the monitor was being manned and help would quickly arrive in the event that he lost control. He set up his workstation as before and laid out his tools, ignoring her as he made sure everything was in order. He mumbled to himself for a brief moment and then picked up the fat tool he had used on her the last time.
"I don't have much time to finish this and I need you to cooperate and do not move, no matter what you may think is going to happen. If we are successful in this first endeavor, be assured that we will have another opportunity to do something even more elaborate and inspiring."
Celeste gritted her teeth and tensed her body for the initial burst of pain that she knew was coming. Instead he slapped her breasts back and forth, making them wobble from each impact. Then he took a deep breath and touched the tool to her belly. There was a brief jolt of pain and the blonde could detect a cloying smell that she hadn't noticed during their last session. The patriot chuckled and observed that the decal material had changed slightly from aging and being exposed to the salt from her skin.
Celeste was relieved by his explanation and became slightly more relaxed, all things considered. He seemed to be focused totally on finishing his flag. She began to have hope that perhaps there would be no rape break this time. Another star was burned into her midriff bringing a cooing sound from the maniac. Celeste started to count to herself as he continued to burn star after star into her skin. This mental exercise did the trick and soon she was able to ignore what was happening and just keep count. She had lost track of time when he finally announced that the field of stars had been complete.
"Now for a little celebration as a reward for finishing step one of the nation's flag." Celeste cringed when she heard his words, for she knew what the reward would be and there was no way she could prevent it. He swiftly disrobed and approached her, his penis hardening as he prepared to rape her. He grinned down and made some adjustments to the fixture that held her securely. Her legs were pulled apart until she thought the tendons in her thighs would rupture with one more turn of the set screw that controlled the wings to which her legs were fastened. Satisfied with the way her naked body was positioned he clambered up onto the fixture and poked his stiff cock against her pursed lips. Celeste knew better than to resist him, fearing that he might in his rage do severe damage to her face before help could arrive, if it was forthcoming at all.
As soon as her lips parted he began thrusting his hard meat into her mouth, moving deeper with each stroke that he delivered. She gagged as the head began battering at the back of her throat. Then he grabbed her hair in his fists and used it like reins to control her movements as he face fucked her. He forced his tool deeper into her, lodging it within her gullet, blocking the air that she so deperately needed. Celeste fought against the panic that was quickly taking hold of her. Her eyes lost focus as his groin beat a tattoo on her face. She could smell his body odor, which merely added to the discomfort she was experiencing. She wondered if she would pass out before he finished doing whatever was his objective as far as her mouth was concerned.
Almost as if she was clutching at straws, Celeste decided to see if she could hasten his ejaculation, thus sparing herself from further damage to her person. She began to apply suction to his cock as it slid back and forth over her tongue, punching down her throat at the end of each thrust. Her mouth began filling with saliva that was being forcefully created by the friction of his organ on the lining of her throat. His grip on her hair tightened somewhat, encouraging her to keep going. A few more strokes and she felt sure that he was on the verge of spurting. Then he yanked her head back and his glistening cock popped free from her mouth as he made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a bark. "I'm on to your pathetic attempt to gain control. You women all think the same way, and you're all wrong! Now I'm going to punish you for your impertinence."
Celeste was unprepared for the fury that he unleashed. His cock punched through her slack lips and wedged itself deep inside her throat. His hands grabbed her ears and began twisting them until she felt as if they would tear away from the sides of her head any second. That pain made her lose concentration on her efforts to draw some air into her lungs. He took full advantage of this distraction and punched his cock another inch deeper into her gullet, blocking off any passage that might allow even the slightest hint of air from entering her body. She felt like a worm on a hook, her eyes bulging from fear and the strain of trying to somehow remove that blockage threatening to ultimately suffocate her.
Now he was slapping Celeste on the sides of her head, the woman's eardrums overcome by the violent blows that rained down on them. Panic took total control over the blonde newscaster and she gave up to unreasoning fear as her assailant continued to get even more of his sex organ into her throat, all the while buffeting her with sharp blows to the head and ears. Things for a moment seemed suspended and then all was black, as she lost consciousness from lack of air, her lungs flattening while her face took on a deathly bluish hue.
A terrible pain originating from her vulva brought Celeste back to awareness. She screamed hoarsely as the pain grew in intensity.Celeste had somehow survived the previous ordeal, but was now confronted by a new and terrible challenge. Her eyes took time to focus on her attacker; all she could see was his unkempt hair since he was leaning over to get at her genitals. There was another burst of pain and this time she realized that he was doing something to her clitoris. She could hear him grunting and chortling each time a bolt of pain lanced through her body.
"So, you're not dead after all! I knew you were faking it, like all of your kind do whenever they are confronted by their betters." Celeste was in no condition to make too much sense from what she heard, but she at least was able to breathe, that was progress of a sort. Now if only the pain radiating from her clit would end. Almost on cue she took another jolt that made her shiver. It suddenly dawned on her that he was using the fiendish tool that formed the stars on her stomach. She heard him laugh and then another wave of agony washed over her body as it shuddered and twitched in response to the searing heat that was frying her hot button. Then he suddenly stopped tormenting her and got to his feet. His penis had lost most of its rigidity. She wondered if he had taken advantage of the situation while she was out of it. No matter she thought, that was one less thing she had to deal with at the moment.
It was as if nothing of significance had happened. The patriot searched in his case, which was neatly separated into a number of compartments, before coming up with number of thin strips of a dark material that he carefully examined, placing them into two groups as Celeste watched and wondered what part in her torment they would play. He donned a pair of latex gloves and picked one of the strips up with a pair of tweezers. She couldn't help but flinch when he tentatively placed it upon the top portion of her left breast, and then carefully probed it with the tweezers to make sure that it adhered to her skin. He mumbled something to himself and then plucked the strip from her breast and this time applied it to her midriff. It suddenly hit the blonde what it was; this was going to be a part of the flag that he was making on her body.
"If you move I shall have to hurt you, and it will be much worse than anything you have felt from me yet." His tone of voice was such that she knew instantly that there was no way that she could fail to cooperate if she valued her body and what was left of her sanity. Celeste willed herself to stay still and not do anything to get in the way of progress. So far this process had proven to be benign, especially when compared to what else he had done to her. He clucked and hummed as he moved another and another of the strips from the larger of the two piles and placed them on Celeste. Finally he heaved a sigh of relief as the last of the stripes was put into its proper position on the flag. He grinned happily and stepped back to examine the pattern that he had just formed on the newscaster.
"Very good, I knew you had the right kind of skin for this work of art. Many of the models I have worked with had darker skin from being out in the sun too much or their ethnic background. For a time Xavier seemed to have nothing but women and girls from Mexico or central America. I must confess that they were certainly well bult in most cases, but their skin was only useful for my more patriotic displays that were one of a kind fiery tributes to our nation and its glorious history. The naked blonde tried to avoid showing the horror she was experiencing as she listened to this madman coldly describe doing the most terrible things to other women who like herself had fallen into the hands of the monsters that operated this organization.
"On Independence Day last year I used gunpowder to trace an outline of our glorious country onto the body of a teenaged girl from somewhere in central America who had been working here as a prostitute. She was obviously no loss to our nation, but did redeem herself to a degree by becoming a part of my celebration of what America is all about. I used a special blend of materials that would produce a roman candle effect when set off inside various orifices of her body.To cap it off I implanted small quantities of plastic explosive mixed with jellied gasoline to make her breasts, which were rather large, burst into flame seconds after the gunpowder was ignited and her cunt, ears and asshole started to spurt streams of fiery matter into the air. It was a brief but spectacular display that I will long remember. I have a tape of the entire procedure and perhaps at some later date, if you are still with the organization, I'll show it to you during one of our sessions."
Celeste was reaching the limit of what her mind could take before it descended into madness. The thought of being tortured and mutilated for weeks or even months before finally being disposed of like some wornout appliance was something she could not deal with any longer. She resolved to dedicate herself to trying to escape from this charnel house before madness overcame her. For the moment she still had to deal with the patriot and whatever he had in store for her in this session.
The patriot went back to his collection of tools and picked up a metal cylinder. He plugged it into an electrical outlet located on the floor near to the fixture holding Celeste, and donned a pair of dark metallic goggles. "This is a portable UV laser, very costly and most effective for my needs. Now hold still, this will sting a bit." He gave her an evil grin as he spoke, and before the full meaning of what he said had sunk into the helpless captive she was in agony as the laser caused some type of reaction with one of the strips he had attached to her skin. She shreiked and her entire body tensed and lunged against the restraints to no avail. He merely smiled and gave her another dose of pain as a second stripe of his flag was burned permanently into her flesh. When he burned her a third time the blonde lost control of her bladder and pissed all over herself creating a puddle beneath her spread thighs. The fiend cackled at her agonized response to his torture tool, and burned another stripe into her pebbled meat. Celeste screamed herself hoarse as he watched dispassionately, waiting for her to recover sufficiently so that she could appreciate fully the pain associated with the next burn.
"The nice part of this technique is that it doesn't matter how long I have the power on, since everything necessary to imprint the material takes place in a fraction of a fraction of a second. The rest is just fun and games for me. Let's see how you handle a longer pulse this time." Celeste was sure that she had gone to hell when he pressed the button and held it down. To her horror she began to smell her flesh being roasted by the pitiless beam of energy he was directing into her skin and the flesh beneath. As the laser ate away at her body, the blonde began to literally chew her tongue from the hideous pain he was causing her.
Unable to endure any additional pain she passed out, going into shock as she did. The patriot was familiar with this reaction and so he hurriedly fried her twice more to finish his demented work of art. Celeste hardly moved as the last two stripes were formed. He glanced at his wristwatch and saw that he had a few minutes remaining before this session was up; just enough time to sodomize her. He would need no foreplay to perform, her screams and writhing had made him hard as steel.
Xavier laughed delightedly as he watched the patriot thrusting into the blonde's rectum with powerful strokes. The fact that she was unconscious and unable to even feel, let alone respond to this anal rape was of no consequence to her assailant. Xavier had watched this ritual many times over and always marveled at how sexually excited his client became as he completely his ghastly imprint on the living canvas of his helpless victim. He wondered how long the blonde would last after such a draining experience. He checked his schedule and smiled. Her next customer was the executioner, a warped individual dedicated to seeing just how close he could bring his victim to death without actually achieving the nirvana that they all must have wished for as he tortured them to their limit, always returning them to face even more fear and wishing sincerely for death itself.
( To be continued )
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